steddie's princess

You cling to the straps of your backpack as you hurry down the hall toward Steve's dorm, desperate for a bed (his bed specifically) and a nap with your favorite boy. You had a habit of coming over after class, considering that his dorm was closer to the building where you had your last class, and you were always eager for kisses and cuddles, and whatever else came from Steve's wandering hands and insatiable sex drive.

The boy was always horny.

So, today, you stopped at his door and knocked, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you waited. You heard the low hum of music muffled by the wood, blasting at full volume when it whooshed open to reveal Eddie, Steve's roommate. He looked down at you, joint hanging limply between his lips, and pushed the door open the rest of the way.

"Hi, Eddie!" you chirped.

He wordlessly whirled back around and slinked over to his bed.

You stepped in sheepishly, nudging the door closed behind you. You peered around the small, cinderblock room. Steve's bed was sloppily made, pillows thrown and comforter wrinkled, his pajamas from the previous night strewn along the edge. His desk was a mess of crumpled up papers and Coke cans. But there was no Steve in sight.

"Do you knew when Steve'll be back?" you ask Eddie, stopping in front of Steve's bed and turning to look at him.

Eddie reclines on his side and pulls away the joint, blowing the smoke toward the open window. His music is booming from the stereo on his desk, also littered with soda and energy drink cans. He has a few boxes of cigarettes on the floor around his bed and wrinkled boxers lying about. He doesn't look at you as he inspects his joint, ringed fingers glinting in the low sunlight.

"No idea, sweet cheeks."

You feel yourself deflate, hands dropping to your sides.

"Oh."

Eddie glances up at you through his lashes as you peer around the room dejectedly. He huffs, taking another puff from the joint, and flops onto his back.

"You're welcome to wait," he tells you, watching from the corner of his eye as your hair moves with the turn of your head.

You peer at him for a moment, heartbeat picking back up.

"Oh, okay. Thank you."

You're always so sweet to Eddie, it unnerves him. He's never been treated so kindly before, by someone so pretty and sweet —by anyone Steve hung out with. His usual crowd was full of assholes and airhead jocks that would have spat at Eddie if that were still culturally acceptable. But your eyes were always soft when you looked at him, voice gentle and low.

He watched as you dropped your backpack on the floor at the edge of Steve's bed and hopped up on the mattress, legs swinging absentmindedly. You pulled at your slouchy white socks and plucked lint off your shorts. Your hair was pretty today, it looked so soft and fluffy and maybe even like it smelled good. You always smelled good. The room was thick with whatever perfume or lotion you wore when you would leave and Eddie would return, and he would immediately know that you had been here with Steve by the scent of it lingering in the air. God, and your outfits were the cutest —colorful shorts and fun, graphic t-shirts, tight jeans and button-up sweaters, turtlenecks and sweater vests, and even flouncy skirts and low cut dresses, and—

"So, how was your day?"

Eddie tore his gaze away from you at the sudden break in silence, looking off toward the closed door where Steve's robe was sitting on a hook. His eyes flittered back when he realized it was you that was talking, and your question was directed at him.

"Oh, me? It was, um...fine," he muttered, shrugging as he sucked another breath from the joint.

You nodded, smoothing down the ends of your hair and twisting them around your finger. You continued to swing your legs, shoes abandoned on the floor to get comfy.

"Anything special happen?"

Just you showing up.

"Nah, same old."

You hopped off Steve's bed and started to fuss with the comforter, and Eddie realized, in horror, that you were making his bed for him. You were smoothing his sheets and fluffing his pillows, even going as far as to put his clothes in the overflowing hamper in the corner near the makeshift closet. Eddie gulped. Harrington didn't deserve you.

"What about you?" he blurted.

You hopped back up on Steve's now neatly arranged bed, crossing one leg over the other daintily.

"Hmm, nothing special. I did get a B on a test I totally thought I failed, though, so that was exciting!"

You grinned and perked up like a kid on Christmas, ecstatic over such a small thing. Eddie looked away again, sucking desperately at the joint to conceal a smirk. God, Harrington was so fucking lucky.

Eddie was just about to say something, to ask you something, anything to pass the time and continue listening to your voice. But just as he opened his mouth, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, the door swung open and Steve walked in. Eddie glanced over momentarily to see your smile return before he had to look away again.

"Hi, Steve!"

Eddie heard the sound of footsteps skittering and then Steve's muffled grunt as you flung yourself at him. Steve caught you around the waist, lifting you off the ground with one arm while planting a wet kiss on your lips.

"Hi, honey, how are you?"

"M' good."

"Yeah? Hope you weren't waiting too long, pretty girl, I just had to talk to my advisor."

"Not at all! Eddie was keeping me company."

Eddie could feel Steve's cold stare, digging into the side of his head. He kept his eyes steadily on the door instead of looking over, trying not to look guilty. Steve set you down on the ground again, glaring through the lenses of his glasses.

"Oh, was he?"

You bounced back on Steve’s bed, scooting against the wall. Your legs stretched out across his bed.

“Yep. Everything okay with your advisor?”

Steve continued to glare at Eddie for a moment before turning on his heel and flopping down beside you, arm dangling over your lap. He had become clingy with you lately, overly affectionate and doting. You found it endearing, loved that after one night of faux tutoring and spanking, Steve was utterly infatuated with you —and you with him.

“Oh, yeah, just some bullshit about a missing credit, I don’t know. Listen, baby, you wanna go back to your room? Let Eddie have some privacy to jerk off tonight.”

Your face burned, eyes darting away from Steve and over toward the long haired boy on the other side of the room. Said boy scoffed at his roommate’s words, shaking his head as he finished off his joint. You smacked at Steve’s chest lightly, disappointment stirring your face.

“Steve, that’s not nice.”

Steve chuckled, lifting his head from where it fallen into your lap. He smelled like fresh laundry and pine scented cologne, and his skin was so warm against you. You even liked him in this black T-shirt, how the fabric stretched taut across his broad shoulders and fell loose around his stomach. You could never really be upset with him, not when he looked like this.

“Aw, I’m sorry, baby. We joke around like this all the time, don’t we, Munson?”

Eddie put his joint out on the wall, stabbing it into the white cinder block. He craned his head back to watch it soar through the open window.

“Sure do.”

“See? No harm done, pretty girl. Now come on.”

Steve’s hands were grabbing your thighs and hoisting you off the bed, and you quickly wrapped them around his hips as he began to carry you toward the door. You squealed with delight and giggled into his neck, yelping when his hand came down playfully across your ass. You caught Eddie’s eye over Steve’s shoulder as he walked you to the door. He was still reclined on his bed, arms crossed over his chest, an unreadable expression clouding over his features.

“See you later, Munson.”

**

Your roommate was gone when you got to your room, most likely off at the library studying or at the canteen with her friends. So, it was no problem when Steve slammed you on your bed and descended on you, large palm possessing your jaw and using his grip to crane your head to the side and expose your neck.

You whimpered, hands fisting in his t-shirt as he began to suck bruises into your sensitive spots. You squirmed, legs parted to accommodate him between your thighs. You could already feel him getting hard, bulge pressing against your thin shorts and the damp panties underneath.

“You like Eddie’s attention, baby? Like it better than mine?” Steve grumbled into your neck before his teeth sank into the flesh.

Your back arched with a sharp gasp, twisting away. Steve’s fingers bit into your cheek where he was gripping your face hard.

“N-no! Of course not, Steve, we were just—“

Steve lifted from your neck and steadied your face again until you were looking at him. Behind his glasses, his eyes were stern and narrow, their usual round, puppy-dog gaze hardened.

“Just what?”

Your tummy suddenly churned with guilt, even though you had done nothing wrong. You and Eddie were just talking, and had only been talking for a few minutes before Steve arrived. It was harmless. You were infatuated with Steve and Steve only, so you didn’t understand why he was so upset. In fact, you didn’t even know he was this upset until you got to your room, away from Eddie.

Your fingers twisted near your stomach, cheeks warming. Your mouth opened and closed in stuttering successions, eyes flickering between Steve’s hardened gaze.

“Just what, honey? Finish the sentence.”

Your mouth was dry, tongue heavy. God, you were on fire. Your pussy was aching, fingertips buzzing, knees weak. The way Steve was looking at you made you want to push him over and suck him off, to make that crease in his forehead smooth and his brows pull apart. You wanted him to be pleased at all times, never unhappy with you.

Steve’s fingers tightened around your jaw, fingertips digging in, and you squeaked.

“W-we were just talking! I swear, Stevie, we were,” you whimpered, pouting up at him.

He hummed thoughtfully, eyes narrowed. He tipped his chin up, jaw clenched tight.

"You tellin' me the truth, honey? You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

You shook your head furiously, heart lurching. You were desperate to prove your innocence, desperate to be his good girl.

"No, Stevie, never!"

Steve grinned, dipping down to press a chaste kiss to your mouth. When he pulled away, he dragged his hand away from your jaw and down to your waist. His knees pressed into your pink comforter on either side of your hips, and he moved his head down to your neck to nose at your skin.

"Good. I don’t like the idea of him corrupting you, baby. You’re my good girl.”

You suddenly giggle, you just can’t help it. Steve’s eyes snap to your face, lips parting.

“What?” Steve inquires.

“I think you’ve already corrupted me.” You poke his shoulder and giggle again.

His eyebrows raise over the thin wire rims of his glasses. His hands still around your waist, grip firm and palms warm where they’ve slipped under your shirt.

“Oh have I? Have I turned you into a bad girl? Hmm?”

You shake your head, at a loss for words as your cheeks warm. You nervously play with his hair, a particular strand dangling in your face.

“No? So if I do this,” his right hand creeps up the leg of your shorts, fingers pressing against the damp cotton of your panties, “you wouldn’t be a bad girl and be wet?”

You shook your head in denial, but you knew it was a lie. If being a bad girl meant being desperately turned on by everything your boyfriend did, especially when he spoke to you like this, then you were the baddest.

Steve quirked a brow again, fingers skirting your panties to the side to sink into your creamy cunt. You gasped, thighs stiffening, jolting up toward the headboard at the pressurized push between your legs. Steve mimicked your gasp, lips parting.

“Oh, I thought you’d never lie to me, honey! Maybe you are a bad girl,” he taunted you in an airy voice, watching in delight when you clenched around his fingers.

You shook your head again, hands coming up to wrap around his biceps.

“M’ not bad!” you squeaked.

“No? You’re still a good girl?”

“Mhm!” You nodded fervently.

“Mm, I don’t think so, honey. Your pussy is awfully wet.”

You groaned when he pushed his fingers in and out, wet squelches echoing around your quiet dorm. He was crowding your space, making the heat of your face even hotter with his heavy breath and firm body.

“S’ just cause you look so good,” you whine breathily, back arching.

Steve’s smile was dopey, gazing down at you affectionately as he continued to work you over with his fingers. You were panting and writhing, already woozy and fuzzy just from two of his fingers and his dirty mouth. You were so easy to get worked up and he loved it.

“Aw, thank you, honey. So sweet to me,” he crooned.

His lips found your neck, latching onto the skin and sucking firmly. You whined and cried, fingers winding in the hair at the nape of his neck, nails digging into his bicep. Your legs wrapped around his hips, heels pressed into the bottom of his spine. He knew you were desperate, but he wanted you begging.

“Wanna suck your cock,” you mumbled dazedly, and Steve pulled back to grin down at you.

“Yeah? Feel it on your little pussy, honey? Feel how hard you get me?”

He shifted his hips down to press into your crotch, ripping his fingers from your shorts. You whined at the loss and tightened your hold on his bicep. Your eyebrows pinched together, forehead creasing.

“Uh huh!”

“Want it in your mouth?”

“Yes please,” you gasped, licking your lips.

“Oh, but only bad girls like cock in their mouth, baby. I thought you weren’t a bad girl.”

You huffed, heel dropping from his spine to stomp against the bed.

“Steve!—“

He chuckled, rubbing his hands against your waist.

“Alright, alright. C‘mere, honey.”

He climbed off you and stood beside the bed, whirling you around until your back was on the bed, sock-clad feet pressed against the cinderblock wall, head hanging off the edge. Your Dirty Dancing poster crinkled beneath your feet when you shifted, fingers placed delicately over your stomach.

“Take that shirt off, baby, don’t wanna mess it up.”

Though he told you to do it, he was the one to pull it over your head and toss it toward your cozy bean bag chair near the desk. He eased you back down, pulling your hair out to let it swish down toward the floor, cupping your chin to tilt it back. Your jaw unhinged without instruction, tongue lolling out.

Steve chuckled, running his fingers over your tongue. You lapped and sucked at them eagerly as he worked at his belt with his free hand, pulling the loose end through the buckle. It clinked and caused your ears to twitch, excitement bursting through you. It was like he had conditioned you to expect pleasure and pain the moment you heard that sound.

“So eager, aren’t you? You want my cock that bad, pretty girl?”

You nodded wordlessly around his fingers, eyes blinking up at him pleadingly. He groaned at that look, ripping his fingers from your lips to push his pants and boxers down. He kicked them away and stepped back up, holding his cock over your face. You shifted, eyeing it hungrily, waiting for permission.

He tapped it against your lips and you tried to catch it with your tongue, licking and whining when all you caught was air. He laughed cruelly, pulling it up toward his stomach. You pouted, eyes foggy when you gazed up.

“Please, daddy!”

His smile slipped, cock immediately falling from his hand and against your face. You craned back to aim it toward your mouth, parting your lips and accepting his slick head.

“Fuck, you little slut. You know what that name does to me —shit.”

You did, and that’s why you had let it slip. It sent him into a frenzy, rid him of all restraint and control and fueled him with nothing but animalistic, possessive desire. You loved who he became under the guise of his new title.

You spluttered when he pushed his hips closer, sinking further into your mouth and brushing the back of your throat. You spread your lips wider to accommodate him, a slight sting gathering in the corners. Your fingers slipped down blindly to pop the button of your shorts, pushing them down your hips and whipping them off your foot.

Steve began to hump into your mouth, pulling wet groans from your throat, tip brushing the back with a wet squelch each time. Your eyes began to water, breathing harshly through your nose, blinking up at him obediently. Steve grunted and groaned throatily with each pump, fingers curling into fists at his side.

He had shed his shirt when he slipped his cock inside your mouth, and the sight of his hairy chest and faint happy trail made you all the more desperate. You squeezed your thighs together as you admired him, eager for any kind of friction, pussy aching for his attention. His broad shoulders and milky skin, dappled with brown moles, were absolutely breath taking.

How did he expect you to suck his cock with him looking so pretty standing over you, without reaching down to touch yourself? You slid your hand down your tummy and between your legs, barely managing to push your panties to the side before Steve’s hand was slapping down on it. You jerked your hand away, eyes snapping up at him to find his furrowed brows.

“Knock it off.”

You made a sound of disagreement, warbled wetly by his dick. His hips halted, cock lodged in your throat, eyes narrowing down on you.

“You gonna get an attitude or you wanna keep sucking this cock?”

You twisted your fingers, feet sliding on the wall. You thought for a moment before dropping your hands, tucking them under the small of your back in a show of compliance. Steve huffed.

“That’s what I thought.”

He picked back up the same pace as before, thrusting in and out as you slurped and sucked and gagged.

“Oh, baby, I think you are a bad girl. You certainly suck —shit, Jesus Christ—certainly suck cock like a bad girl.”

You whimpered around his cock and hollowed your cheeks, back arching with a quiet gag when he hit too deep. He groaned loudly, head tipping back, hands coming up to run through his hair.

“Shit! Fuck, fuck, m’ gonna cum.”

His hands came slamming down on the bed beside you, back hunched over your body as he burst in your mouth. Your mouth was immediately filled with salty warmth, and you exhaled heavily through your nose as you tried to swallow it down.

He released an elongated groan pushed between his teeth as he slipped from your mouth, straightening back up. He pushed his hair back against his head, cheeks flushed and forehead damp with perspiration. He heaved heavy breaths through parted lips and watched through heavy lids as you whipped around onto your hands and knees, throat bobbing with a gulp.

“Thank you, daddy,” you chirped sweetly, wiping at the corner of your mouth.

A smile breezed over Steve’s face, and he reached out to grasp your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Anything for my bad little baby.”

Your smile dropped, huffing as you sat back on your knees. You narrowed your eyes at him and he chuckled.

“What?”

“M’ not bad.”

“Oh, you wanna be good?”

You rolled your eyes, unimpressed with his antics. But then his hand was popping across your cheek, snapping your head to the side with the sharp crack of skin to skin. Your cheek bloomed with warm pain, a slight and buzzing sting settling in that…you liked. You squirmed on your knees, turning back to Steve with wide, delighted eyes.

He slowly lowered his hand, dipping down to gaze between your eyes, checking your response. He let out a slow, shallow breath, eyes bulging.

“You liked that, didn’t you, baby?“

You nod in response, fingers coming up to feel the warm and tender skin. It feels like it’s alive beneath your touch, thrumming with energy. You squirm a little on your knees and glance at his hand —he had slapped you with his dominant, the one where his watch was wrapped tightly around his wrist. And something about that watch, the leather band, the sophistication and authority it gave him —it made you perk up at the thought of him giving you another one.

“Hey. Look at me, baby, you okay?“

Steve leveled your gazes again, and you met his eye with another nod.

“I’m good.”

He smoothed his hands over your cheeks, thumbs rubbing circles into the apples of your cheeks. His fingers buried in your messy, tangled hair.

“You know we can stop at any time, right? All you have to do is say the word.”

You smiled, rubbing your cheek against his palm.

“I know, Stevie. But…I liked it,” you murmured, reaching out to drag your finger down his chest.

He groaned, pulling you over by his grip around your face to plant his mouth on yours. His tongue slid into your mouth with heavy need, kissing you slow and deep and steady. You squeezed your hands into fists against your knees and whimpered.

“Fuck, you’re amazing. And you are my good girl. You know that, right?”

You nodded, smiling angelically, rubbing your nose against his.

“All yours.”

So I know I’ve used the “all yours” before but like 🥺 she IS all his, no matter which AU he’s in 💓 also, if it wasn’t obvious, I’m OBSESSED with Steve and his watch 🤭 I find it so fucking hot it makes him look so authoritative 💞

You checked your appearance in every reflective surface on the way to Steve Harrington’s dorm room, and anyone that saw couldn’t blame you —Steve Harrington was dreamy. And he had agreed to tutor you.

You sat near each other in Algebra 101, and while you had whizzed through every English and history class in high school, you had always struggled with math —and it seemed college would be no different. And Steve could only take so many of your pouts, could only stand listening to your huffs and the incessant tapping of your pencil against your notebook, before he took matters into his own hands.

"If you want, I could tutor you sometime," he had suggested, leaning down toward your seat from where he sat behind you.

You turned with a puppy dog pout and warm cheeks.

"Would you? I just...I just don't understand any of it."

Steve would make sure you understood by the end of the night.

He slipped you his phone number and dorm number on a ripped up piece of notebook paper and instructed you to meet him Friday night at six. You were surprised that a guy like him would want to spend his Friday night with you —tutoring you rather than going out to party. You weren't much of a party goer yourself, but you understood that nearly everyone on campus could be found at a frat house or an off-campus apartment with a red solo cup and a joint.

Nevertheless, he chose to spend his Friday evening with you, and you weren't going to complain about it; even if those hours together would be spent bent over complicated math equations.

Piece of paper in hand, you wandered the halls of the dormitory until you found Steve's, his name scrawled above another on a small whiteboard posted beside the door. You adjusted your hair and tugged at the sleeves of your sweatshirt before knocking on the door. You wanted to keep it casual tonight, to make it seem like you didn't drool over him in class and giggle with your friends when you spotted him around campus. So, you kept it simple: a university sweatshirt and jeans (your best jeans that made your ass look great).

The door flung open with a whoosh of air, and there stood Steve Harrington in a striped polo, belted jeans, and an adorable pair of thin-rimmed glasses.

"Hi," you chirped joyously.

Steve gave the door a nudge to swing it open all the way.

"Hey. Come on in."

He turned and sauntered off toward his bed, which was (luckily) not lofted. You trailed in timidly, closing the door behind you. The cinderblock walls were covered in movie and band posters, and as you turned and scrutinized all of them, you realized that the ones on Steve's side were vastly different from those of his roommate's side. Clothes were thrown astray, books toppling over across the floor, backpacks unzipped and spilling its contents onto the tile. It was definitely a boy's room.

"Hey, gorgeous," a new voice called from the other side of the room.

You turned to see a long, dark, wavy-haired man stretched out on the twin sized bed, legs dangling off the edge. A cigarette was sitting between his ringed fingers, and from where the sleeves of his hoodie were rolled up, you could see a plethora of tattoos. The smile that came to his face was accompanied by deep, adorable dimples.

"Oh, hi," you squeaked, cheeks aflame.

Steve glared at his roommate from where he stood beside you, grabbing his textbook from the wooden desk beside his bed.

"Eddie, knock it off. Don't you have somewhere to be?" he scolded.

Eddie sighed dramatically and slid off the bed that was much too small for him, standing to his full height before you.

"Yeah, I guess I should leave you two nerds to do your—what was it again, physics homework?"

He stubbed his cigarette out on the wall and tossed the ruined butt through the open window. You watched it fly into the bush below.

"Algebra," you corrected innocently, watching Eddie's broad back as he stomped toward the door.

He turned, hand stilling on the knob, and shot you a lopsided smile over his shoulder.

"Same shit, pretty. Don't have too much fun."

The door slammed in his absence, leaving you in the sudden quiet of their dorm. You turned back to Steve, who was leaning against his desk with his arms folded over his chest. His polo was unbuttoned at the top, a crisp white shirt peeking out underneath. You swallowed as you noticed the gleaming links of a gold chain beneath it. His chest was so big and firm and muscular, and—

"Want something to drink?"

You blinked, lips parting dryly. Your gaze found Steve's face again, oblivious to the little smirk dancing on his lips.

"What?"

"Do you want something to drink? I have a mini fridge, stocked full of Coke and water," he suggested, tapping the mini fridge under his desk with the heel of his sneaker.

You glanced at it, then smiled politely at him.

"No, thanks. We should really get started, I know you probably have somewhere to go later."

You slung your backpack off your shoulders and placed it at your feet, digging in to find your pencil case and notebook. Steve watched you all the while, not moving an inch. His head tipped as your face disappeared behind a curtain of hair.

"Nope, I'm all yours for the night."

The notebook in your hand slapped against the linoleum tile of the floor as it fell from your hand. You cursed quietly before bending to pick it up, willing your face to stop burning like a hot summer day before you embarrassed yourself. You hugged your notebook tightly to your chest when you met Steve's gaze again, sheepish and shy.

"Thank you for doing this. I need all the help I can get."

Steve smiled, pushing himself off the desk.

"Don't worry, you're in good hands," he assured you cooly.

You set up at the desk, placing your notebooks and textbooks in an organized fashion beneath the lamplight. Steve snatched Eddie's barely-used desk chair from the other side of the room and sank down next to you, scooting in close.

When he reached over to grab a pen from the cup of writing utensils, you inhaled a breath of his cologne and felt your head go fuzzy. The earthy scent of pine like a Christmas tree, woodsy like a trek in fresh, damp soil, and maybe a faint, tart whiff of hairspray. You immediately felt woozy and dumb, waning in the rickety wooden chair as he took his tongue between his teeth and scrawled numbers across the top of his paper.

"Okay, so first —hey, you okay?"

You nodded eagerly, breaking out of your trance. God, pull yourself together, Y/N!

Steve's nut brown eyes rolled over you once before snapping back up to your face. You were so flushed and jittery already and he hadn't even touched you yet.

"Good. Pay attention, okay? I'm gonna write an equation, and I want you to solve it the way you normally do. We’ll go from there.”

"Okay."

Steve wrote the first equation and slid the notebook over to you, handing you the pencil. It was warm from his hand —god, did it even smell like him?—and you tried not to let his watchful gaze distract you from arranging numbers and sliding over variables. You scratched and erased and crossed out until finally, you held the pencil out and pulled back.

"Done?" Steve inquired, brows raised.

You nodded, and Steve took the pencil from your fingers. He tapped the eraser side against his mouth as he hunched over the paper, looking over your work.

"Oh, honey, this is all wrong. No, no, c'mere, look."

You crowded in close, elated by the pet-name and thrumming with heat, pushing in against his shoulder as he pointed at the equation with the dull pencil.

"You're supposed to do the parenthesis first, then the exponent. Here, try again."

He rewrote the equation and returned the pencil, leaning his elbow against the desk as he watched you. He was hovering at this point, breathing over your shoulder with heavy, purposeful breaths —you wondered, briefly, if he was doing this on purpose. If he was aware of how easily flustered he made you and was seeing how far he could push you, toy with you. But you shook that thought of your head. It was ridiculous. He was just being nice, just helping you out.

“You don’t seem very concentrated,” Steve commented.

You looked up from the paper at Steve. His eyes were curious and bright behind the lenses of his glasses.

“No, I am! Sorry, I just—“

“—how about we make it into a game?”

You flushed, teeth digging into your lip. You pulled the pencil away from the paper and twisted it between your fingers.

“What kind of game?”

Steve reached toward your lap where you were holding the pencil, plucking it from your grasp. He placed it on the notebook and wrapped his hands around the legs of your chair, yanking you closer. A gasp came tumbling from your mouth, reaching out to steady yourself on his shoulders.

“The kind where you get a reward if you solve the equation correctly, and a punishment if you don’t.”

Your throat ran dry, your tongue swelling up. You could feel the thump of your heartbeat between your legs, just the sound of the words “punishment” and “reward” coming from his mouth making you want to burst. You squirmed in the chair, eyes dipping down toward your knees.

“Oh, I’m not sure that’s…I don’t think that’s a very—“

“—come on, sweetheart. It’ll be fun, and you’ll learn so much faster. I promise,” he reasoned, voice thick and steady.

His fingers were skating along your cheek, burrowing into the front part of your hair to ease it back behind your ear. Your skin bloomed beneath his touch, pulling an involuntary whimper from deep in your throat. Steve smiled at the soft noise, breathy and beautiful. He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and massaged his thumb into your shoulder.

“What do y’a say, huh? Sound good?”

He cocked his head to search your face again, bending to find your gaze. You let it touch him momentarily before it fell back to the floor again.

“Um…okay," you caved.

Steve's lips spread into a smile, which he dropped to roll his tongue over his lips as he eased back against his chair.

"Alright, then let's get started. Solve...this equation."

He quickly scratched down an equation, half-assed and maybe not even entirely possible, but he slid the paper and pencil over to you nonetheless. You sank your teeth into your lip as you gingerly plucked the pencil from the desk and began to look over the numbers and variables, taking a deep death for preparation.

You tried your hardest, but you knew it was wrong. You waited with baited breath as Steve looked it over, and if you weren't mistaken, you'd say he almost looked excited that you had done it wrong. Elated was more like it, like the vindication had puffed his chest and fueled him with some sort of greedy, hungry power.

And when he turned his gaze to you, knowing glint in his eye, the timid pout on your lips made him all the more delighted for what he was about to do.

Oh, he was going to have so much fun with you.

"Well, honey, you know what this means."

Steve stood, chair screeching against the tile as he nudged it back. He reached beneath the desk into the drawer, fishing out a thick wooden ruler. He slapped it against his palm and quirked a brow, using it to motion toward the desk where all your things were sitting.

"Well...bend over."

Your eyes bulged. Heartbeat quickening to a life endangering sprint, thumping hard against your throat. Your palms clammed up, stomach clenching, cheeks burning.

"I—what?" you squeaked weakly.

Of course, some part of you must have known that this is what he meant when he said 'punishment,' but you hadn't truly rationalized that this was really what was going to happen. Steve Harrington, the boy you had been drooling and giggling over, the boy you stared at when you pretended to turn and look at the clock to check the time, the boy you just wished would give you the time of day —was going to spank you.

Steve watched in delighted wonderment at the flush coloring your face, the way you shrank in on yourself. You could barely sit still. It was so adorable.

"You heard me. Come on, take it like a big girl. You want to learn, don't you?"

You gulped, head bobbing on its own. Steve swished the ruler toward the desk again, motioning for you to stand.

"Alright, then do it."

You pushed off on your feet, chair teetering behind you. Your fingers flexed and curled, finally deciding to curl in on themselves and clench into fists as you lowered yourself over the wooden desk. The notebooks crinkled beneath your chest, pencil wedged uncomfortably against your ribs. You pressed your cheek to the desk and stared at a Metallica poster on Eddie's side of the room as Steve situated himself behind you, presence looming and domineering.

"I'll be gentle this time, sweetheart, but don't think I'll be so nice the next time."

His hands were big and manly and rough when they grabbed your hips, adjusting your body into his desired position: back arched, hips aligned, feet kicked apart (literally...he literally kicked them apart). You pinched your eyes shut and gasped in a shallow breath, stiff with anticipation for the first—

Whap!

The first wallop against your asscheek was sharp and intense, jolting you off the desk and into the cinderblock. Steve steadied you with a hand on your hip, eyes lifting to watch your face where it was angled away from him, craning to peek over your shoulder. He was hoping that, eventually, you'd start to cry.

"Good job, pretty, just a couple more. Now, to make this interesting, d'you think we should equate the number of spanks to the right answer?"

You gripped the desk tightly, hands bunched beneath your chest, and huffed harshly against the wood. Steve had the ruler in hand, swung back and aimed at the ready for your jean-clad asscheek. The grin on his face was shit-eating and sly.

"I-I don't know...maybe," you whimpered, and Steve nearly burst in his pants.

"And what was the correct answer?"

Your eyes fell over the paper smushed against your face, the writing too blurry and smudged up close.

"I'm not...I don't—"

"It was ten, sweetheart. Ten spanks. You good with that?"

You nodded jerkily, and Steve gave you no time at all before raining down the next one. You yelped, immediately placing your fingers over your mouth to silence your noises; though, Steve didn't mind. Pulling cries and evoking whimpers meant he was doing his job right, and it was all the more rewarding for him to hear how he affected you.

Three, four, five, six spanks and you were on the verge of tears. It wasn't that it was necessarily painful (though the sting was starting to gather and burn), but it was the humiliation and the vulnerability of being bent over a man's desk, an attractive man's desk, and spanked like a bad girl that made you feel small and...aroused. You didn't want to admit it, but here you were, dampening your panties and creating an uncomfortable, sticky feeling against your jeans.

"And ten. Alright, honey, sit back down, we'll try again."

Steve offered a gentle but guiding hand, braced against the small of your back. He sat you down in the chair again, where you flinched and muffled squeaks of pain at the friction of the wood against your jeans against your tender asscheeks. Steve tongued away his smirk, licking over his lips, as he formed another equation on the paper and slid it your way. The paper was wrinkled, the lead streaked from your weight atop it.

You retrieved the pencil from his hand with trembling fingers and turned to the equation. You tried to remember what he said about the parenthesis and exponents, even tried to recall what your professor had told you in class earlier this week. You wanted to get it right, you wanted to succeed —you wanted to know how he would reward you, if this is how he punished you.

"Hmm, let's see," Steve hummed thoughtfully when you handed him the paper.

You gnawed anxiously on your cheek, watching him intently as he squinted behind his glasses at the paper. His shoulders slumped in his polo and he tossed the notebook lazily atop the desk again, standing wordlessly to his feet. He twitched his head toward the desk, signaling for you to bend over again, head shaking disappointedly.

Your stomach dropped, but you quickly bent over, a bit more pep in your step this time.

"Right answer was fifteen this time, honey. Maybe you should lose the jeans, too, since the first round didn't seem to effect you too much."

Your eyes widened to saucers, straightening back up to gaze at Steve. He looked unfazed, nonchalant about the whole ordeal. The dorm was dark around you, lit up only by the small lamps scattered around the tiny, cinderblock room. Your eyes briefly found the Metallica poster pasted above Eddie's bed again as you twisted your fingers near the button of your jeans.

"Do I...do I have to?" you faltered.

Steve sighed heavily, stepping in closer. He switched the ruler to his left hand, bringing his dominant to stroke your face. His hands were rough, recently washed, scented of soap. He traced a jagged line down your cheek, watching it fall.

"You wanna learn, don't you?"

You nodded, suddenly captivated by his big brown eyes and how pretty they were. His lips were so pink and plush and smooth, and there were the cutest brown moles sprinkled about his face and throat that you couldn't help but follow with your eyes like connect-the-dots.

"Well, this is how you learn, pretty girl. But you gotta let me teach you."

You bobbed your head again in silent agreement. Steve's smile was soft and endearing this time, relieved to have your approval. At the end of the day, had you told him no, Steve would have listened. His ego may have been a little bruised, but he would be fine sitting down and teaching you boring, stuffy equations with his hands in his lap.

But Steve had seen the looks, seen the flirtatious side-eye and the seductive lip bites. He'd seen your thighs clench while you daydreamed in class and the way you looked when he'd offered to tutor you —he would have been a fool to let a girl like you slip by, and he knew there was something naughty brewing inside you.

It just needed to be coaxed out, that's all.

Steve let you pop the button on your jeans and drag down the zipper, shimmying them down your legs where the denim pooled at your feet. Steve chuckled softly, bending to pluck them off the ground and toss them on his bed. He pressed the sharp edge of the ruler against your thigh and nudged you toward the desk again, trying not to groan at the newly exposed skin of your supple ass.

He couldn't help but knead it, grabbing handfuls and squeezing the pudgy flesh. It was so soft in his palms, begging to be spanked. He was over the moon when it started to bruise as he whacked the ruler against your naked skin, cute floral panties with lace trim on display. He kept looking at them, admiring them as he slapped the ruler down against your ass.

All the while, you mewled and whined against the desk, cheek sliding along the wood every time you winced. Your ass was burning like being pressed against hot glass warmed by the sun, tingling and buzzing, alive with an energy you didn't even know was possible. With your legs kicked apart it was hard to avoid making it obvious that your thighs were squeezing together, so you had no choice but to part your legs and expose your damp panties, the way your pussy throbbed agains the thin cotton with each increasingly sharp smack.

"Fifteen. Good girl, honey, sit back down," Steve cooed.

You pouted as you sank back down, but didn't even bother asking for your jeans back —you knew this was part of the punishment, made to drag your ass against the cool wood of the chair and scrape the bruises forming on your skin. Steve smiled sweetly when he sank down beside you again, watching you as he blindly scrawled another equation across the paper.

This time, when you handed it back, Steve's smile was wide and...soft. He tossed the notebook down and tucked the pencil behind his ear.

"Well, guess what, honey?"

You cowered back a little, the coil in your tummy tightening.

"What?"

"You just earned yourself your first reward of the night."

You perked up, spine straightening, eyes delighted.

"Really?" you chirped excitedly.

Steve let his fingers skate up your thighs, pushing them apart with the intrusion of his big hands. They felt along your warm skin, the fleshy plain of your thighs, the soft presence of little hairs left over up top.

"Mhm. Think you'll like it, too."

The pads of his fingers brushed the moist fabric of your panties, directly over your swollen clit. You jolted at the feeling, the pressure gathering in the deepest part of your belly. Your pussy felt heavy, the way it does when you're lying in bed rubbing your finger over your clit, eyes pinched shut to imagine someone else is doing it. But right now, you don't need to imagine —Steve is sliding your panties to the side and dipping his slender digits into your creamy pussy.

And you can't look away from the pretty features of his face as he slides them in, brushing against your squishy, gummy walls and building pressure that makes you choke on your spit. His eyes are focused on you, meeting your gaze in an intense, doe-eyed look, transfixed on the pleasure you convey so beautifully on your face. His cheeks are as flushed as yours, lips parting to exhale short, shallow breaths like he's guiding you through an exercise, telling you how to behave.

He's slow about it at first, easing you into the stretch of his fingers and the pleasure of his presence —but then he starts to pump them in and out, thumb brushing your clit, watch bumping your thigh. And something about that watch, leather band wrapped around his thick wrist, muscles and tendons of his forearm straining, biceps bulging against the navy blue sleeve of his polo —god, he's just so fucking pretty, it nearly sends you plummeting toward an orgasm within the first five minutes.

"Gonna cum, pretty girl? Wanna cum on my fingers?" he goads you, brows raising above the wire rim of his glasses.

You nod for the millionth time, the bob of your head eager and rushed. Steve picks up the pace, plunging his fingers deeply in and out of your pussy, free hand reaching out to frame your face. He props your jaw in his palm, steading your face and keeping your gazes locked together as your thighs start to shake

"Go on, cum. You deserve it, honey."

Your head tips back in his hold with a wanton cry, ripped from your throat as you gush over his fingers. He keeps them moving, working you through your orgasm, torturing your sensitive and slick nub. You collapse against the back of the chair, sliding down a bit in your weakened and slightly delirious state. Your thighs are hanging open tiredly, pussy throbbing as he pulls his fingers away and holds them up in the lamplight. They're glistening, practically sparkling with your cum.

"Oh, look at that," Steve groans, greedily shoving them in his own mouth to suck your taste away, "so good, honey. What a good girl."

The praise shoots right through you like shockwaves, and you pant heavily with a blush on your face.

"Thank you."

Steve chuckles before reaching over toward the notebook, sticky fingers and all. He writes down another equation and grips the legs of your chair, spinning you around to face the desk again.

"Back to work, sweetheart."

You earn yourself twenty seven more spanks this time around, and when you try to ease off the chair and onto your feet, wincing and whining at the pain of the wood against your ass, Steve smacks the ruler down on your thigh with a harsh crack.

"Ass down."

You work through the rest of the problem with a pout on your face that Steve momentarily thinks about kissing away, but he doesn't want to reward you without reason. So, he spanks you again when you get it wrong —thirteen this time, then eight after, and then another ten again.

Finally, you're sitting in the chair, quaking and sniffling, blubbering and disappointed in yourself. Steve takes mercy on you, writing down the same equation he had used for the first problem, which he had already told you the answer to.

"Tell you what, honey," he starts, sliding the notebook over to you before pulling at the loose end of his belt, "you get this last one right, I'll let you sit on my cock. Sound good?"

He tilts his head in that boyish, puppy dog way that's far too innocent for what he just said —your eyes follow his hands as they fumble with his belt, pulling the leather from the buckle until it hands open against his jeans. He pops the button and the zipper snicks on the way down, revealing his clean white boxers and prominent bulge. You swallow thickly, nodding fervently. Steve huffs a laugh, amused by your enthusiasm and sweet demeanor, even in the wake of tears streaming down your face and welts across your ass.

"Well, come on, get to it."

You're on the second line of the equation, carrying over numbers and doing long division along the margin, before you realize what you're looking at. Your heart skips a beat, relief flooding through you as you quickly draw a dark, straight line beneath your work and write the answer. You turn to the side and shove the notebook against Steve's chest, who collects it with a surprised grunt from your force. You gnaw on your lip anxiously and bounce your bare thigh as he looks it over, finally placing it down with a sideways smile.

"Seems you have learned something after all. C'mere, pretty girl."

You clamber into his lap, bracing your hands on his shoulders, all that timid, reluctant bashfulness long gone and thrown out the window like Eddie's cigarette. You're eager, willing, and desperate as Steve pulls his jeans and then his boxers down to his ankles. You gasp at the sight of his cock, thick and slender and pink. He spits on his hand and drags it along his length for a moment, the sound wet and squelchy. He groans as he tugs at it for a moment before reaching up to pull your panties aside again.

"Fuck, just take 'em off, baby," he murmurs, voice thick with arousal.

You stand and take them off, abandoning them in a twisted heap on the floor as you straddle Steve's hairy, meaty thighs again. He rubs his tip against your sopping pussy before placing his hands on your hips, fingers biting into flesh, as he guides you to sink down. Your nails dig divots into his shoulder through the thick fabric of his shirts, pornographic moan dragged from your throat when you sink all the way down and settle flush against his lap.

Steve exhales heavily, head lolling back against the chair.

"Shit —Jesus Christ, honey, you feel so good. Did such a good job."

You smile, tummy doing somersaults. You drag your fingers up his neck and bury them in his thick hair. It's as soft as it looks, and you revel at the feathery feeling. You brace your knees against the chair and your feet against the floor, beginning to lift off and ease into your first bounce, when his hands come down heavily on your ass. He uses his tight grip to stop you, chuckling at the pained squeak that comes from your mouth. You pout up at him, eyes rounded pleadingly.

"I said you could sit on my cock, honey, nothin' bout fucking it. Just sit there and look pretty, you deserve it."

You whimper, tears pooling in your eyes. Your pussy is aching and weeping and so fucking desperate, and this was supposed to be your final reward.

"But—"

Steve presses a finger to your lips, silencing you. His gaze is dark and intense with power, practically fucked out on it. Cock lodged inside you, his marks across your ass, tears dried along your cheeks —he had gotten just what he wanted and more.

"No, no, don't argue. Take what you're given, baby, that's what good girls do. You are a good girl, aren't you?"

You nod dumbly, fluttering at the praise. He nods in return, mimicking you with a pleased smile.

"Yeah you are. Now come on, what do you say?"

It tumbles from your mouth like it's engrained though never properly or explicitly taught:

"Thank you, Steve."

He raises a brow, tilting his head.

"For...?"

You flush.

"Thank you for teaching me."

He relaxes, blissed out by your obedience.

"You're welcome, sweetheart."

He pats your tender ass and chuckles when you clench and squeeze around him. You're sitting there pouting, trying to enjoy the feeling of him lodged inside of you, trying to figure out some way to get off on just that alone, when a streak of bright, artificial light blinds you.

"Hey, don't mind me, just getting my—"

Your head snaps over to find the door thrown open and Steve's roommate, Eddie, in the doorway. He stops where he stands, arm extended out to reach toward his bed, eyes frozen on the pair of you tangled together in his desk chair. You're momentarily paralyzed, and then the clatter of pencils and pens causes you to flinch as Steve throws the cup of writing utensils toward Eddie's head, missing narrowly.

"Fuck —Munson! Get out, you fuckin' creep!"

Eddie slides across the floor, a mess of lanky limbs and hair as he catches himself on his hands and scrambles toward the door.

"Sorry, sorry!"

He skirts into the hall, slamming the door after him, and you listen in uncomfortable silence to the sound of his shoes squeaking hurriedly down the hall. When he's gone, you turn slowly back to Steve, and a giggle bursts from your throat. Steve's lips spread wide into a toothy grin, mirroring your laughter as his hand brushes your hair away along your neck. Against his better judgement, he juts a kiss against your mouth.

You cower into your shoulder, blushing furiously, tiny under his gaze. Your heart is hammering in your chest, and you wish he would kiss you again. When he doesn't, you give him a soft and tender smile and brace your hands against his shoulders again.

"I should go."

And then you're sliding off him, empty and aching, fumbling around blindly for your panties. He hands them to you, placing the desk chairs back as you jump into your jeans and fasten them up. He walks to you to the door once your backpack is on, and you spin around to face him in the open doorway with a sheepish grin.

"This was, um...fun," you squeak nervously.

Steve chuckles, running his fingers through the front of his hair.

"Yeah, it was. See you Monday?"

You try to ignore the way your heart drops, but you nod anyway.

"Yeah! See you."

You go back to your dorm and wash away his smell, wishing you could cling to it to remember the night you had just spent together. You admire your bruises in the mirror and cover them before anyone else can come in, delighted by the stinging reminder of his affection as you slide into bed that night.

And it isn't until Sunday night, just as you've put your last assignment away into your folder for your first class in the morning, that Steve comes knocking at your door. You stand from your bed, glancing wearily at your snoring roommate as you pad toward the door in just your tiny shorts and oversized university t-shirt. When the door swings open, you jolt in surprise at the sight of Steve collapsed against the doorframe.

"Steve?—"

"I can't stop thinking about you," he blurts.

You blink, lips curling into a slow, stunned smile. His hair is tousled, his t-shirt loose, graphic faded from the wash, sweatpants baggy and wrinkled —he clearly just ran here, and, unbeknownst to you, had been fueled by the image of your pretty face in his head, keeping him awake.

When you don't say anything, too busy staring in delighted surprise, Steve scratches at the back of his neck.

"You...got any other classes you need help with?"

You giggle, head falling against the door.

"You any good at chemistry?"

He wasn't.

"Amazing at it."

"I think we could work something out."

HELLO I'm obsessed with College!Steve. He will be a reoccurring character on this blog, don't you horny fuckers worry. He's too hot and manipulative and jerky not to pay us another visit 🤭🥰 I'm so horny rn

It was obvious you were hot, sweaty, and tired. However, that didn’t deter the two men standing over you, Cheshire-like grins on their faces. 

“C’mon, baby. You can give us another one.” Steve spoke up, giving a soothing rub to your red ass. “Just one more, and we’ll let you go.”

“I can’t, I can’t—” You sobbed, tears streaming down your face. Your body ached, your cunt so sensitive and overstimulated. Your legs and arms were stiff from being tied up like this for so long; your ankles were bracketed by a straight bar that kept your legs apart for them, and your arms connected by a rope behind your back. Your face was turned to the side so you could breathe, but your head was shoved into the sheets. 

“You can, sweetheart. Just give daddy another one.” Eddie cooed, two fingers working inside your pussy while Steve held a vibrating wand against your clit. 

You were completely spent. You didn’t know what orgasm you were on anymore, your brain just mush as the two men worked you and worked you and worked you.

You knew they would stop if you said the safe word, but you didn’t feel like you needed to. Not yet, anyways. 

You barely remembered whose idea this was in the first place. It had all happened fairly quickly.

Earlier that day you were sat between the two of them, absently petting the back of Steve’s head with one hand while your other rested in Eddie’s lap; Eddie’s fingers playing with your own. 

There was a movie on the tv, you couldn’t remember what it was now, but it wasn’t very interesting anyways. 

“I’m bored.” You whined, tossing your head back on the couch. There was a tingle between your thighs, too. You were a little turned on just by being around both of your boyfriends. What was new about that? Nothing—they were sexy as fuck, and you were lucky to have both of them.

You pressed your thighs together a little, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie, who smirked at you. 

“In a mood, baby?” He chuckled, threading his fingers with yours. 

You pouted your lips out but nodded, leaning your head against his shoulder as your fingers slid up to the longer part of Steve’s hair, gripping it.

“Careful, baby. Don’t mess up my hair.” Steve laughed, leaning in to kiss your cheek. 

“Sorry, daddy.” You hummed as he kissed your jaw, then down to your neck. It was stretched out and on display for him with the way you were leaning your head against Eddie. You released your grip on his hair and slid your hand down to the back of his neck. 

“It’s okay, baby.” Steve told you, placing open-mouthed kisses to your neck. He pulled your shirt to the side to kiss the juncture between your neck and shoulder. 

Eddie’s hand slid between your legs, “Think it’s time, Stevie?” Eddie asked your other boyfriend. 

“Hm? Oh, maybe.” Steve almost giggled. 

You lifted your head to look at the both of them, the pout even more evident on your lips.

“Time for what?” You questioned, spreading your legs a little for Eddie’s hand.

He cupped your mound easily, his fingers rubbing against you in a slow circle.

“You know, just something daddy and I have been wanting to try. We’ve been talking about it for a while.” Steve said, smiling at you as he pushed your hair off of your shoulder and kissed your neck again.

“What is it?” You huffed. 

“Wanted to see how many orgasms you can give us—and try out a new toy daddy got.” Eddie grinned.

You bit your tongue, trying to keep from moaning as Eddie put more pressure between your legs. 

“Okay, I’ll try.” You hummed, your eyes fluttering slightly.

“Keep your eyes open, baby. You know better.” Eddie chastised, giving your thigh a gentle smack.

“Sorry, daddy.” You spoke breathily. 

The boys shared a look before retracting from you, making you whine. 

“C’mon, sweetheart. We’re just moving to the room.” Eddie held out a hand to you.

You took it, your cheeks flushing pink. The three of you walked back to the bedroom. 

“Get naked, baby.” Steve said as he busied himself in the closet. Eddie went to the box under the bed that held most, if not all, of the sex toys the three of you used. 

You did as asked, stripping your shirt off first. You weren’t wearing a bra as it was a lounging, lazy day so you didn’t have to worry about that. Eddie stared at your breasts a bit too hard,, distracting him from looking through the box.

You giggled and pushed your sweatpants off, leaving you in your lacey panties and socks. Those came off too, though, and you bit your lip as you watched the both of them — still fully clothed.

It wouldn’t be the first time you were naked and they weren’t, but it always made you a little nervous, like you couldn’t touch them because they weren’t naked, too. 

It didn’t matter, though. Your thoughts were interrupted when Steve brought out a black bar with pleather cuffs on each end. You’d never seen it before, and you wondered how he hid it in the closet so well. You tilted your head slightly.

“Hands and knees on the bed, baby.” He told you. You complied, climbing onto the bed on your hands and knees. 

He placed the bar near your feet and grabbed one ankle. You knew what was happening then, so you moved easily with his guidance as he placed the cuff around your ankle and tightened it, before doing the same to the other. Your legs were spread so far apart that your thighs didn't touch. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t rub them together.

You huffed a little at this realization because you were already aching down there and no one was touching you yet. You needed some relief. Badly. 

“Chest down, baby. Gonna tie your hands behind your back.” Steve guided you with a soft voice. You hummed in response and did as he asked, lowering your breasts to the mattress and lifting your arms behind your back. You clasped your hands together and lifted your wrists enough for him to get the rope around your arms. 

All of this was turning you on quite a lot. You loved being restrained. It made you feel helpless, in a way, without it being non-consensual. 

“Okay, baby.” Steve hummed. You could hear the cocky grin in his voice.

He slapped your ass, making you whimper as your body jolted in surprise. Your pussy clenched around nothing and you wiggled your ass, wanting more.

“Little slut, huh? Want more from your daddies?” Steve chuckled, giving your ass another rough smack. 

You moaned and wiggled your ass again. 

“Use your words, baby.” Steve warned, rubbing your reddening cheek softly.

“Yes, daddy, yes, please, I want more from my daddies, please.” You whimpered out, twisting your hips enticingly. 

Your cunt ached so badly, needing to be filled, touched, anything. 

“Look at you, sweetheart. Dripping onto the mattress already and we’ve barely touched you,” Eddie whistled. 

Goosebumps rose on your flesh when you felt him drag a finger through your slit, your eyes fluttering at the feeling. At least you were getting something finally. 

“Eyes, baby. Open them.” Eddie warned.

You opened them up in time to see Eddie slip that very same finger into his mouth, tasting you. You wiggled your ass for them again.

“Greedy little cunt, huh? Just desperate and waiting for us to give it some release. Don’t worry, baby. We’ll take care of you.” Eddie grinned. 

You heard the vibrating start, and you squealed a little from excitement. You loved anything that vibrated. It meant you would squirt so much and it always felt so fucking good.

They worked you through your first orgasm quickly, Steve holding the wand against your clit while Eddie worked his fingers in your pussy. They took turns slapping your ass, Eddie making comments about the way you tightened up around his fingers. 

Your second, third, and fourth came even faster than the first, your body overworked and sensitive, ready to push you over the edge.

Your fifth was enough to break you down into tears, and they paused only to give you some water and a small break with promises that they would stop after the next one.

They didn’t. Of course, they didn’t.

Because you were here now, working steadily towards your sixth orgasm of the hour. You were sore all over and your cunt ached and ached like it had before but almost worse because it wasn’t aching with want, it was aching with too much release. The sheets under you were soaked with your juices, Eddie and Steve both a little wet from sweat and squirt.

But they didn’t stop. 

They wanted to see how many you could give them. You knew you still had more in you, and so did they. They were relentless.

Eddie’s fingers pumped in and out of you at a bruising pace, pressing into that spongy spot inside of you over and over while Steve rubbed the wand back and forth over your clit. 

You cried out as your next orgasm rose up, your body burning from overstimulation. Your toes curled in tightly and your body tried to move from them, but it couldn’t get away. 

“Fuck!” You sobbed, your legs lifting off the bed as liquid shot from your pussy in heavy waves. 

“Fuck, good girl.” Eddie sighed, working you through it.

The two of them finally stopped at the same time, each pulling away.

You gasped and panted, hiccuping softly as you continued to cry. You felt so good but so fucking spent at the same time. 

Steve brought you some water and poured it into your mouth, cooing soft words to you about how good you were doing and softly petting your hair off of your sweat-soaked face. 

“One more, baby. Just one. Promise this time.” Steve told you.

You sobbed brokenly, but nodded. One more. Just one more. 

This time was different, though. You felt Eddie climb up onto the bed behind you, and then his cock slapped against your sore ass. You moaned, pressing back into him.

“She thought she was done, huh? Gonna milk one more out of you, baby. Wanna feel you cream all over my cock.” Eddie slapped his cock against your ass a few more times before slipping it down to your cunt. He pressed the tip against your abused and soaked hole. He slid in easily.

You were ruined, your feet curling upward against the bar as he fully pushed in. You were fucking destroyed. 

“Can you lift up, baby? Suck on daddy’s cock for me?” Steve spoke softly to you as you cried quietly. You lifted anyways, against your better judgement. Your body was so tired.

You would do anything for them, though. You opened your mouth and took his cock into it, bobbing your head slowly as he gripped your hair and groaned.

Eddie started moving then, helping you out a little. Your body jolted forward with every thrust, making you take more and more of Steve’s cock.

You were so broken, right now; but you could do this. 

Eddie’s thrusts were brutal inside of your abused walls—but it still felt so fucking good. You moaned and whimpered around Steve’s cock, your eyes drooping but staying open like a good girl.

Steve took over for you, beginning to thrust into your mouth as he groaned. It seemed they were both pretty worked up after making you cum over and over for the past two hours.

Not that you blamed them. You probably would be, too.

“C’mon, baby… one more for me.” Eddie hissed, slapping your ass.

You whined around Steve’s cock. You could feel it building up. You couldn’t do anything, though. You were stuck between two men using you, now. After they’d made you cum for all you were worth. 

You whined and whimpered around Steve as the thrusts became faster, tears still streaming down your cheeks as they both fucked into you. The heat was building up in your belly again, threatening to burst.

You screamed when this one hit you, Eddie pulling out to let your squirt shoot out properly before shoving himself back into your fluttering walls and groaning. “Gonna cum in this sweet, ruined pussy.” He warned you.

You could only whine.

You were so fucking tired.

You didn’t know how long it took, but soon they were both cumming. You swallowed what you could from Steve, and once they both were pulled together enough to move, they went about untying and releasing you from your binds.

You fell onto the bed, exhausted.

You felt a warm, wet washcloth against your entrance, cleaning you up; but you were so out of it you didn’t know who did it, or when. More water was poured into your mouth with the instruction of “Swallow,” and you did.

You blinked blearily, staring at the wall. 

Soon, two bodies were nestled against you, one on either side. Hands were caressing your body and soft kisses were pressed to your face and your shoulders.

Fuck, you were spent.

You didn’t know how long it took, but the tears streaming down your face finally stopped and you became more coherent. You blinked up at Eddie.

“Hey, sweet girl.” He grinned down at you, giving your forehead a kiss. “You okay?” He asked.

You nodded, tired.

“Good.” Steve responded from behind you. “Get some sleep, okay?”

You nodded again.

“Daddy?” You croaked out.

“Yes?” They both responded.

“Can we do that again?”

They both chuckled.

. . . . . . . . . .

so, it’s not that you don’t want to do sexual things with steve. trust me, at this point you were pretty much dying for it. he was kind, patient, awfully romantic and looked after you in a way that made you feel cared for. he was dominant and nurturing by nature, and that only helped you ease into your relationship with him being already incredibly shy and needing a guiding hand.

so you figured you’d wait for him to try his luck, or bring it up. but that’s just the problem with steve, he refused. at heart, he’s a total gentleman. he can be mischievous and flirty but he would never want you to feel uncomfortable. when you told him that you hadn’t had any experience before he was totally cool with it, telling you that the two of you could totally move at your pace. so, it was on you to bring it up— but as previously mentioned, you were painfully shy.

you found yourself more and more physically affectionate, hugging his waist, cuddling in bed whilst you play with his hair, sneaking kisses whenever you could, but your favourite thing to do was sit on his lap.

you wasn’t too sure why at first, but you could take a guess. you were inexperienced but you weren’t dumb. something about having your crotches so close together, or the way his thigh was pressing directly up into your hot mound set your lower body on fire, toes clenching in your white mary-janes as you resisted the urge to wiggle around and gain friction.

it was one of those days where you were feeling incredibly needy, hanging out at steve’s place as he rambled on about some drama with robin and the girl she was currently pursuing. you weren’t really listening, as steve was slouched into an arm chair, cosy as ever in his sweatshirt and jeans— legs spread wide and thighs splayed out before you. perhaps you were extra hormonal this week, but he was driving you insane and you had no idea what to do about it. you had laid in bed the previous night going over ways to bring it up, cringing and screwing up your face as you whispered to yourself in the dark practicing what to say— feeling stupid each time.

your memory of this was interrupted by steve pausing in his ramble to look you over, hands frozen in mid air — having been waving them around in gesture beforehand. you had been unable to sit still and he had noticed. something was bothering you— hands clenching and unclenching, thighs shifting in the seat opposite him, a crease between your furrowed brow as your eyes shifted about almost nervously. when you noticed he had stopped to look at you your eyes widened slightly, back straightening guiltily.

“hey where’d you go just now?” he asked, hands still present in the air.

“…huh?”

“you went somewhere. somethings wrong.” he lowered them slowly to the arms of the chair, his own frown worn on his face now.

“no…no i’m—” you cleared your throat, adjusting your position on your seat, trying to adhere your eyes from flickering back down to his lap as to not give yourself away. he watched you silently for a moment before speaking.

“alright c’mere.” he pat his leg shaking his head making your heart skip a beat. he raised his eyebrows when you didn’t move. “come on, we’re gonna discuss what’s bothering you. come t’ daddy.” he joked, patting his lap again. you swallowed at the nickname he’d given himself, something shifting in your lower regions but you tucked that thought away for another time.

you stood slowly, trying not to look overly eager like you felt and you crossed to where he sat, straddling his leg the way you often chose to cuddle. this time was different, he didn’t sit up straight to wrap his arms around your waist. he continued to lay slouched on the chair, only holding your hips with his fingers as he looked up at you. “comfy?”

you nodded, a smile creeping onto your face before you could help it and he mirrored it, eyes flickering across your face. “is that what you wanted? just wanted to sit closer. alright well, you know you can just tell me that. i don’t bite, unless you want me to. sorry.” he cringed at his lame joke and you giggled.

you wore a skirt today, and you were almost shocked at how little your thin cotton panties did to stop you from feeling every ridge and seam in his jeans, disguising rubbing yourself on it as shifting to get a little more comfy. a cold button below his pockets ghosted over where your clit was making you involuntarily let out a shaky gasp, covered by a cough.

something flickered in his eyes for a moment, but was extinguished the moment you looked back up at him to see if you’d been caught. you assumed you were in the clear, smiling.

“so nothing at all is wrong? was my rambling boring you?” he wiggled his brows making you laugh shaking you head.

“nooooooo!” you giggled as his fingers creeped up to your waist.

“no? no?” his smile grew, beginning to wiggle his fingers tickling your sides. you squealed, involuntarily rocking against him this time as you squirmed and he laughed, eyes trained closely on you. lifting his thigh slightly below you, he pressed right into you and you wouldn’t help spread your legs a little wider over his thigh, panting through your laughs. he stopped tickling you, but you squirmed for another few seconds relishing in the feeling. he watched you carefully, smile sliding off his face being replaced with something else. something unreadable.

“you know.” he began once you’d caught your breath, fiddling absentmindedly with a pleat on your skirt. “id like to say i know you pretty well by now. having been dating for what, just over a month?”

you said nothing, nodding slightly almost in a trance as you eyes skimmed over his pretty face before dropping down to watch his big hands.

“i think it’s safe to say i know what you like. your face changes, you feel warmer and your pupils do this thing where they get all big and blown out, your eyes going all watery like you’re about to cry. do you know what i’m talking about sweetheart?” he asked, meeting your eye. his voice was gentle and yet serious and you felt your heart rate speed up. you weren’t sure what he was getting at, but if he was getting at what you thought he was getting at you were in for total humiliation surely.

“um…not too sure.” you denied regardless, face getting hotter and hotter.

“i think, now — tell me if i’m wrong or if you feel totally grossed out — but i think your body is… reacting to mine. would you say that’s fair to assume?” his brows flicked up, glancing back up at you from where your skirt had captured his attention again.

no point denying it now, he was totally onto you.

“yeah.” you tried to say, but you spoke so softly it only hit the room as a whisper.

“yeah?” he whispered back, same volume as you as his hand came out to stroke the side of your head, rubbing behind your ear as you melted a little into him. “you know i never wanna embarrass you, or make you feel like you aren’t safe with me. ‘cos you are. you’re not safer with anyone, i swear to you. you’re my girl, i just wanna make sure you’re…accommodated to.” his hand slid slightly up inside your skirt— not going any further than finger tips, but his touch felt direct and like it was burning and fusing into your skin— goosebumps erupting along your thighs like dominos.

“ive been having some feelings. that’s… that’s why i like sitting right here.” you murmured, steve’s thumb and finger nearly cutting you off when he lifted your chin to look back up at him half way through your sentence.

“hmm.” he analysed. as much as your heart was pumping fast and your face felt hot, insides fizzing with adrenaline and panties damp— you felt slow, sleepy, hazy. like you’d just been woken up from a nice nap on a hot afternoon in the countryside. you felt like the house had ceased all noises, the world outside remarkably quiet in consideration for you and steve’s moment together, everything very slightly in slow motion. “do you think i could help you with that? i know how.” he asked, eyes careful to meet yours making sure he’s not making you do anything you’re not ready for.

“yes i— i wanted to i was just too shy to ask.” you admit and he smiled and nodded as if confirming something to himself.

“alright. that’s alright.” he smiled. “may i start with a kiss?” his eyes were already on your lips as if he had just noticed they were on your face. you said nothing to no one’s surprise, leaning in and capturing his with your own. this kiss was different, it was leading to something this time and you let yourself melt fully into it, perhaps getting messier and being less precise with it as you felt yourself heat up, body seemingly preparing itself for something as you felt your arousal practically pouring out of you.

your mind itched with a question and you squeezed your eyes shut, wanting to rid of all embarrassment you felt from even thinking it — but the adrenaline made you brave enough to consider asking. steve felt your eyelashes tickle him when you clamped your eyes tightly and he pulled away, a hand gently caressing the side of your neck as he searched your eyes— the two of you a little breathless from your heated makeout session.

“steve d’you—” you panted, taking a moment to collect yourself. “do you want me too? like— do you think of me that way?” your brows furrowed hard at the humiliation of having to ask, but you really didn’t know how it worked. he laughed, but not in a mean way— you somehow just knew. in a way that was like if you had asked him what colour the sky was. his hand came up to your cheek, thumb stroking it.

“baby.” he stated obviously. “you have no idea. not t’ scare you or anything of course but uh— yeah. yes i think about you like that. hello.” he chuckled, shaking his head. the tension in your face eased up as you continued to stare at him, feeling a little more reassured with each word. “i wasn’t gonna say anything, but everytime you sit right here—” he squeezed your hip gesturing to where you were position on his thigh. “i can…feel you tensing n’ squeezing down there. like— like your body needs me and y’just don’t know it yet, you know? it’s so… so incredibly sexy. you’re beautiful. you really do turn me on.” he dramatised, head rolling back to the head of the arm chair for a moment exasperatedly as if you just had no clue. “you did it again.” he grinned, rubbing up and down your thighs, lifting it slightly to press against you. at the sudden movement you whimpered and his smile faltered, repeating his actions making you grip him a little harder, panting. “oh? do you think you could…” he murmured but more to himself, eyeing your position on his denim covered leg. “we’re gonna try something m’kay? if you’re cool with it.” he decided.

“okay?” you tilted your head slightly, trusting him.

“im gonna make you feel good, okay beautiful? but first— you wanna take these off?” he slid his hands up your thighs, fiddling with the sides of your panties. your heart jumped with nerves, feeling like it was in your throat but you couldn’t stop yourself from nodding, eyes practically in a trance.

“m’kay steve. i trust you.” you whispered and he held eye contact with you as he helped you stand.

“thank you sweetheart. you can always trust me.”

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The thing one must understand about Eddie Munson is that he never meant for anything bad to happen. On the contrary, he had nothing but good intentions for you, for anyone. He was a kind, deeply caring person who wanted nothing but the best for others. It was not his fault that people didn't understand him. 

So what? He didn't dress like all the other conservative assholes in town. He was different and dared to speak up for himself; since when is that a crime? He had his beliefs to fight for, just like anyone else; why would that make him the bad guy? People have started wars over way less, and yet, Eddie had been the one cast out from society, branded as a monster. He, who had never done anything wrong in his life. 

You knew like no other how wrong these misconceptions about him were, having experienced his kindness first-hand. It was only a year ago, but it could have been a lifetime. It was almost a coincidence how he found you at that party over spring break. There were so many people, and the music was so loud, that it was easy to get disorientated. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of liquor, making you sick. He had helped you then. It was Eddie who took your hand and led you outside into the fresh and cold night air. 

'You alright?' He looked deep into your eyes with a soft smile, to which you could only smile sheepishly. Maybe that is how he had thought of his cute nickname for you? 'What's a cute little lamb like you doing out here, all alone, anyway?' 

'I'm here with my friends. Just… seemed to have misplaced them somewhere.' You had laughed, not wanting to show how scary that had actually been. The music from inside the house was still blasting, beating against your chest. Eddie nodded in understanding. 

'You've got to be careful, sweetheart, don't want to lose yourself to this chaos.' He brushed some hair out of your face; your skin was burning up from how warm it had been in the house. You only noticed it when compared to the cold touch of his hand. His eyes were still on you, focused, the deep dark of his irises pulling you in. 'Haven't been drinking, have we?' He smiled innocently, clearly teasing, intensifying the burning heat in your cheeks. 

'No.' You could say it earnestly, but the reasons behind your honesty felt a bit embarrassing. You almost didn't want to admit that you had never had a drink before and were still apprehensive about alcohol. He would surely think it's silly, to be 18 and never even have had a beer or a shot. There were so many things you still hadn't done, in fact, that he would probably see as normal.

But his smile grew bigger, and he almost sounded proud when he continued with the conversation: 'Good. Good. You don't want that stuff in you.' 

'I don't?' You blinked as he shook his head. Anyone else would have told you to suck it up, but not him.

'No, all it will do is ruin that pretty mind of yours. And we don't want that, do we?' His voice made your heart flutter in excitement, which proved everyone else's suspicions wrong. Because no evil could make you feel that good, could it? 

And it never really stopped. Neither the feeling you felt when you were around him nor how he treated you. Eddie had a very protective and caring nature. He needed to be sure you were safe and alright. At school, he would ensure you ate your lunch, had a good night's sleep the night before, and weren't too cold or too warm. He invited you to hang out a lot– an offer you could hardly refuse. He walked you home and would help you with your homework or take you back to his trailer, where he would play you songs on his guitar. The music he listened to sure was different from what you were used to. Heavy, gritty and dark, but all of that talk that it was Satan's music was ridiculous. Anyone who would listen to a few bars of it could know that. And the artistry of these musicians was also undeniable. 

Eddie had never expected you to enjoy his kind of music as much as you did, but it brought the biggest smile to his face, which, in turn, made you that much happier. You couldn't get enough of his happiness and could do anything for it. It would be the fair thing to do, considering everything Eddie's done for you... 

When your parents found out you had started hanging out with a boy like Eddie Munson, they were, quite honestly, scared. They did not want his likes to influence you, making you stray down to a dark and dangerous lifestyle. 

But it couldn't be further away from the truth. 

Eddie ensured you stayed away from things such as alcohol or drugs, even cigarettes. He didn't even want you talking about it, didn't want you anywhere near the stuff. And even though he used all of it, he made sure to never do it around you. He would hide away the weed and the liquor bottles in his trailer, and he'd control his need to smoke until you had left. 

'It's too late for me, I'm beyond saving, but that doesn't mean you have to go down that path too.' He would say, stroking your hair, if you ever asked why he was so adamant about keeping you away from these vices. 'Can't have my little lamb be ruined like that.' And he would kiss your forehead, ring-clad hand upon your cheek. His rips were usually chapped, and fingers roughly calloused, but you didn't mind. His touch still felt divine. 

Eddie protected you from more than just these substances. He knew you were not the most experienced in living life, which was something he appreciated and praised, but the shock on his face when you had told him you had never even had your first kiss… the idea of that made his head spin. It excited him more than he had ever thought imaginable, but it also scared him. Since he had found that out about you, you had noticed how much more protective he had gotten over you around certain people. It was cute, how possessive he got when other guys looked at you. 

'Believe me, baby, they're no good for you.' He would hold you close, turning your back to whoever had been trying to catch your eye. 'Guys like that… they only have one thing on their mind.' 

'What's that?' you asked, but he never gave you a direct answer. It was nothing his little lamb should be worried about. You were his pure, innocent girl, and he couldn't have the evils of others corrupt you. He wanted what's best for you. 

He really did make you feel safe and comfortable, in a way no one had ever done before. You felt like you could tell him anything, no matter how personal or embarrassing. Things you wouldn't dare tell any other guy. 

'Uhm, Eddie,' you mumbled one time. You were in your bedroom, sitting on the ground with your backs against your bed. Eddie had you sitting between his legs. His hands around your middle, rubbing small circles on the bare piece of skin between where your shirt and trousers met. The sensation it left on you spread across your whole body in sparks, particularly between your legs, making it very hard to focus on the book you had been trying to read.

'Something wrong?' He asked, head propped up on your shoulder as he spoke, so his words came out with his warm breath against your neck, not helping your situation. 

'I uh–' you were flustered; the only thing you could think about was how his fingers were creeping over your stomach, inching your waistband. 'Nevermind.' 

'No, no, sweetheart. Now you got to tell me.' 

'It's a bit warm in here, don't you think?' You breathed out slowly. 

'Not really.' He shrugged. 'But you can open a window if you want.' 

You took the opportunity to get away from his touch. Not that you minded it or that it wasn't pleasant. On the contrary, you had to escape it because of how good it felt. You had never felt like this before. Hot and bothered, all over. It wasn't something you were used to or even knew how to handle. 

'Are you sure, you're alright?' Eddie asked once you came back to sit in his lap. You hummed out a response, but he could tell it wasn't all true. 'C'mon, it's me. You can tell me, can't you?' Of course, you could. You could tell Eddie anything, that much you knew. 

'I just– feel a bit hot. That's all.' It still all felt a bit silly. A bit difficult to put into words.

'Hot?' He asked for a clarification, to which you only nodded your head. You looked down at your lap, embarrassed even though you knew there was nothing to be ashamed about. Eddie wrapped his arms around you, but his hands were low, pressing at the hem of your trousers, and it wasn't making matters any better. 

'What are you doing?' You gasped when you felt him slip past the material of your shorts, fingers sliding over your panties slowly. You arched your back in anticipation; it was an automatic, subconscious reaction. Still, it felt wrong, though. He had always told you how that part of you was sacred, off limits for others. 

Others. Yes. 

Not him. 

'I just need to check something.' His voice was a mere hush as his fingertips brushed over your core, just the thin layer of cotton keeping up the barrier between you. But he wouldn't actually touch you there. Not yet. He couldn't ruin you like that. It would be inconsiderate and selfish, and that's not who Eddie was. He just wanted what's best for you.

'You are burning up, baby,' he clicked his tongue when his fingers added some pressure to the touch. Your back stiffened, and you held your breath, unsure what to do. 'I wish I could help, but I can't right now.' Of course, you would never actually protest anything he did, knowing he had his valid reasons, but you wished he hadn't pulled away. 

'Why not?' your voice was shaky. 

'It's not the right time,' he pressed you back against his chest, taking in your sweet scent. Your shampoo, your perfume, even the ink of the pen you had been writing with for the past few hours, and your arousal– all mixed into something that could only be described as you. 

'Right time?' you weren't sure what he meant by that, but Eddie talked a lot about funny things that you didn't understand. Mostly, it was about the game he played at school with his friends, Dungeons and Dragons. He had tried to explain it to you several times, and most of it was easy enough to grasp, but he could talk on about it for ages, and it was almost as if he was pulling you into a trance of attention. Words would lose their meaning as you were too focused on Eddie himself. The sound of his voice and his movements– he always used his hands to emphasise what he said. And maybe it was for the better you didn't understand everything that was happening in the club. 

Not that it mattered, anyway. It was nothing his little lamb should be worried about.

'Yeah, got to wait a bit, sweetheart. Patience is a virtue, isn't that what they always say? And believe me, if you wait a bit longer, it will be so worth it.' 

'How long?' you already didn't want to wait. His featherlight touch had been enough to ignite a fire in you. But, unfortunately, it wasn't enough to subside whatever feeling was gnawing at you there. If anything, the memory of his touch only made it worse. You needed more. 

'Not too long. I'll let you know when it's time, ok?' He started rubbing his hand over your arm. 'But you got to promise me one thing.' 

'Of course.' Anything for Eddie. He knew what was best. 

'Do not touch yourself there, ok? It might be difficult because you might not feel much better without it, but it will feel so wonderful in the end. I promise.' He made plenty of these kinds of promises and had held up to them every single time. That was another reason you trusted him; everyone else was simply wrong in their perceptions. An evil person would not keep to their promises as Eddie did. 

Eddie cared

Deeply

About you. 

So you listened to what he asked of you, nearly blindly. 

The feeling inside of you grew much to your frustration, but you kept your promise to Eddie. The days went on rather slowly, not helping your problem, and neither did Eddie. His touches seemed to linger more than they used to. He was always at your side, keeping you close to him; that didn't change that much. But he would let his hands wander over your body. 

Perhaps he was nervous about something, and the way he coped was to draw invisible shapes all over your body when he had his arms wrapped around you. He'd mumble to himself, little nonsense things you couldn't make out. He also got a bit forgetful; at lunchtime, he would forget to save you a seat, leading you to have to sit in his lap. Not that you minded. But what was a bit frustrating was how antsy he had gotten, letting his leg bouncing up and down. (What was he so nervous about?) Other times you wouldn't have minded, but how his jeans grazed over your sensitive and already frustrated core made you want to cry out. 

'Eddie, could you maybe stop that? Please?' You looked up at him, trying to get rid of the lump in your throat. 

'Sorry, baby,' He stopped, but the friction was just replaced by the hand he had put on your thigh. So many people were around you, all chatting and enjoying their free time out of class, yet there was only him for you. His big brown eyes sucked you into a place where it was just the two of you. So you weren't even embarrassed when he asked you: 'have are you feeling? Been a good little lamb for me?' 

'Yes.' As if on cue, you couldn't help but rub your legs together, needing some kind of stimulus to keep you away from that burning feeling between your legs. It had been going on for days, only getting stronger, and you could do nothing about it. 

Your action didn't escape Eddie's vision, and he was quick to pull your legs apart. However, his hand remained sturdily between them. 

'Haven't been touching yourself?' He wasn't whispering or trying not to be heard, but no one was paying attention really anyway. But even if they had, you didn't care. 

'No. Of course not.' He would ask you the same question each day, and each day you could happily respond. Even if every time it got harder and harder to do. 'But… Eddie–' 

'Hmm?' he hummed, pushing some hair out of your face with the hand that had not settled over the warm gap between your thighs.

'I feel like it's just getting worse,' your voice was almost lost in the ocean of others, but he heard you, and he smiled softly as you continued. 'I don't know how much longer–' but that is where he cut you off. 

'I know, baby. I know. But you're not ready yet, and we don't want all of this to go to waste, do we?' He looked you in the eyes until you shook your head in agreement; what you agreed to, however, was a bit vague. 'But it's not much longer anymore, and then just think of how good it will feel. Your reward will be grand.' 

'Reward?' He had never even said anything about a reward. 

'Oh, of course. My little lamb deserves a prize for behaving this well.' He squeezed you into a tight hug, pulling you in. You could feel his thumb press against your sensitive bud again for just a second, but you pushed aside the urge for more. He propped you up, helping you sit up better in his lap, but this again only made you feel his hand on you more prominently. His lips were nearly against your jaw when he spoke up again. 'How about you come over to my place later, and I'll try to help you with your problem, hmm? A… little taste of what's to come?' 

'Are you sure?' You didn't want him to do anything that could end up hurting either of you. If he said, you weren't ready… 

'Yeah, I can't have you walking around like this, all flustered. It's making all the other guys stare.' 

'What?' This made you stiffen up a bit. Why were they all staring at you? Could they tell, see even, how enkindled you were? You hadn't thought so. 

'Shh, it's alright. I'll take care of them. Don't you worry.' He would make sure you were safe, that much you knew. 'Meet me at the car later. I'll drive us home.' The bell for the next class would ring soon, and you wouldn't see Eddie until after school ended. Those were always the hardest times of the day, besides maybe when you were lying in bed alone, wishing he was with you to help you fall asleep and make that ache between your legs finally disappear. 

The classes were almost impossible for you to get through, as all you could think of was Eddie. Minutes were passing by so slowly, that you wanted to scream. Was no one else upset about how time just did not seem to move forward? That could not be possible. But, then again, you were the only one irking to get out of there to meet Eddie in the parking lot. 

You practically jump into his arms. The wind blew in your face, bringing his dark locks along and tickling your neck. He smelled like incense and his musky cologne. Someone like him should have something more bitter about him, you had thought at be beginning of your friendship, but Eddie was sweet. Not just in his actions, but in everything else around him. Because even with that smokey scent, mixed with his cologne, there was still a sweetness around him that you could not identify. It pulled you in, the familiarity of it, and yet you could never quite place it in your mind as to what it was. 

Eddie's hand never left your body as he drove you to the trailer park. You loved when he drove his car, but it was also frustrating that his hand was all he could give you. His eyes were, of course, entirely concentrated on the road ahead, and you missed them. 

Fortunately, the drive wasn't too long, and before you knew it, he led you out to his trailer, into the back of it, where his room was. It was messy, like most days, and there were things strewn about all over the place, which Eddie tried to sort out as he went along. He picked something up that looked like a long glass vase from next to his bed and put it in his closet. 

'What was that?' you asked curiously as he sat down on the bed. You were still standing by the door. 

'That? Oh, nothing, baby. Just c'mere.' He held out his hand for you to take once you had made your way over to him. You were ready to sit down, but Eddie pressed the palm of his other hand over your stomach, keeping you up. 'Hmm, no. Wait up.' He took both your hands in his, kissing your knuckles. 'Before we start, I need you to listen, really carefully, to me. I got to know you understand.' 

Eddie rarely spoke in such a serious manner, so it made you a bit nervous. He held your hands tightly, and you stood between his spread legs. He looked up at you, almost with pleading eyes, as if he didn't know that you were already listening to him intently, taking in each word he gave you desperately, never wanting him to stop giving you his attention or time.  

'I'm listening, Eddie, always,' you smiled, and he hugged out a little laugh. 

'This is just really important to me,' he chuckled lightly again, 'I want to make you feel good, sweetheart, but I can't make that feeling that is bothering you go away just yet. It shouldn't go away just yet, because you're not ready, we're not ready… but we can do something to help with it; for now, does that sound alright?' 

'Yes.' Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as he kissed your knuckles again. 

'Good, come sit here,' he tapped onto his right thigh, and you sat down, but apparently not in the way he had meant for you to do, as he laughed. 'No, baby. Like this. Here.' He shuffled a bit back onto the bed and made you sit with your legs on either side of his, locking him in between you. He put his hand on your hip, pushing you into him. The material of your jeans pressed into you, releasing some of the tension that had been building up in you over the past few days. Then, with his guidance, you started moving your hips over his leg. 

'Feels good, doesn't it?' Eddie asked, and you nodded your head quickly. 'Yeah, and it will only feel better the longer you keep doing it. Go a bit faster– that's it.' 

'It– oh my- aah,' you gasped out at this foreign sensation that rushed through your body. 'Thank you,' the words came out with a heavy breath of air as you found your rhythm.

'You're very welcome, sweetheart. You've been doing so well for me, haven't you? Deserve a little treat.' Your faces were nearly at the same level with you on his lap, and his mouth ghosted over yours. You could feel it there, not even an inch apart, but he couldn't– no matter how much he wanted to kiss your perfect lips, they would remain untouched for now. But it wouldn't be long anymore. Soon, he would make all this wait worthwhile. 

'Keep going as long as you want, baby,' the sight of you pleasuring yourself on his thigh made him short circuit, but he had to keep his mind clear. 

'It feels–' you didn't know how to describe the feeling that started to overcome you. You were tensing up again. Suddenly the release you felt from this friction didn't feel as satisfying anymore. It was urging you on to keep going, to tense that tight feeling in you until it snapped, but it was getting worse. Finally, you had to squeeze your eyes shut. 'Eddie!' 

'Woah, Woah, Woah.' He halted your hips tightly. 'Stop.' 

'What-' you were confused, not sure what had happened. The tight feeling in your gut loosened, but the satisfaction you had felt also reclined. 

'You were close, weren't you?' He asked, and you weren't entirely sure what he meant by "close", but somehow, on a deeper level, you knew that that is what you had felt, and so nodded a bit meekly. Eddie nodded along in understanding. 'See, you're not ready for that yet, baby. So if you feel it again, you got to tell me and stop, got it? If you feel that tightness coming, do not keep going. It can be too much for you right now, I don't want you to ger hurt.'

'I get it,' a lump formed in your throat again. 

'Alright. Do you want to do it again?' He squeezed your hips, and you bit your lip. You did want to keep going, as it did feel amazing when you could release some of that tension your body had built up. Eddie just wanted to help you; it wasn't his fault that he couldn't get rid of this hollow feeling inside you. He did everything he could to make you feel as good as possible. He let you writhe over his leg for an eternity, replaying the cycle of your pleasure, letting you inch toward that unattainable high. Every time you felt the knot in your stomach, you would gasp out his name, and he would hold you still. It was torture you brought upon yourself to keep going over and over again, but it felt so good. It didn't matter that you could never actually get it to completion. That initial feeling of bliss compensated for the pain of unfulfillment. 

'You're so good for me. My sweet little lamb, always listens so well.' Even if there was nothing to inherently pleasure Eddie, he still felt fantastic. Seeing you like this made him feel like never before, and to see you obey his requests as you did… it was pure euphoria. 

Tears were stinging your eyes, but he was quick to brush them away, right at the corners of your eyes. You could not possibly go on much longer. Your grip on his shoulder weakened, and your hips started jutting forward haphazardly, exhausted.

'Eddie,' you gasped out a final time; you didn't even have energy left in you to reach that edge anymore. Your body shut down as you fell forward into Eddie. He fell back, holding on to you as his back hit the mattress. 

'Did so good, baby. So good.' He held you tightly as you caught your breath. You were shaking, so he grabbed the covers and pulled them over you. 

'I– thank you.' You nuzzled deeper into his hold. No words were exchanged for a while. His arms stayed wrapped around you, caressing your back gently as the seconds on the clock ticked by. 

'How are you feeling?' He eventually asked, whispering, in case you had fallen asleep on top of him. But you answered, voice weak and tired: 

'I'm alright.' Everything was still spinning a bit; you couldn't quite tell up from down. The only thing grounding you was Eddie. He started to draw more random shapes over your back, mumbling nothings to himself, and you were ready to doze off. Peace was coming over you. Then his voice turned up a bit louder as he spoke directly to you.

'I'm so proud of you.' It was still a whisper, but his voice vibrated through his throat. 

'Thank you, Eddie.' 

'Mmm, did so good, you know what?' He kissed your forehead. 'How about we go to the mall tomorrow. Get you something nice?' 

Your head shot up in the excitement, and you looked into his eyes. 'Is– that my reward?' 

'No, I just want to spoil you,' he chuckled, petting your hair flat, 'Your reward will be so much better. Just you wait.' He rolled over to his side, taking you along so you'd fall onto the mattress beside him. 'Want me to take you home?' He asked, and you had nodded yes, and maybe had even said it, but your eyelids were so heavy, and you were so tired, that soon sleep came over you, and you had never felt quite as peaceful as you had in his arms. 

Eddie not once thought of letting you go. He did what he had to do to keep you close and safe. 

His pure and innocent little lamb. 

All his. 

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The next day, he did indeed take you shopping. It was a lovely day full of sunshine, and he held your hand as you walked past stores. Even if you hadn't realised it, he already had something in mind he wanted to get you, and it just so happened to be at one store you frequented. 

He watched you go through the racks of clothing and smiled anytime he caught your eye. He had to pull you back. Otherwise, you would have missed the one thing he had wanted you to see. 

'How about this one?' He picked a dress up from the hanger. It was a long and flowy white summer dress. You furrowed your brows, not having expected that to be his choice of outfit for you. It was neither his nor your style, yet he handed it to you with plenty of enthusiasm. 

'Are you sure?' You asked, watching him nod his head adamantly. 

'You'll look gorgeous, I can already tell.' he pressed the dress against you, looking at how it would look on you. 'Wanna go and try it on?' 

'Yeah, of course,' you smiled, and the next thing you knew, Eddie was opening up the door to a dressing room for you. He hung the dress on a hook next to the mirror and closed the door behind him. He said he would be right there if you needed anything, and you knew it was true. He would be sitting right there in one of the fuzzy chairs, waiting for you to come out and spin around for him. 

But unfortunately, the zipper in the back of the dress was not as easy to pull up as you thought, so you called out his name. Not a second later, Eddie popped his head inside the little room, eyes closed for your decency. 

'It's alright, Eds,' you giggled, 'you can look. I just can't get the zipper up.' 

'Ah, well, let me,' he came up to you, and his hands were on the small of your back, holding the two sides of the dress together so he could pull the zipper up. It was cold against your skin, and Eddie moved extremely slowly, not wanting to accidentally snag the fabric or get your hair caught in it. He pulled it all the way up and smoothed out the dress at your sides, not that you thought it had been that wrinkled. You had been facing the mirror, so he put his head on your shoulder to look along with you. 

'Absolutely beautiful.' He whispered, imitating the confined intimacy of the dressing room. Your cheeks heated up at the compliment, but also because you did actually feel beautiful wearing the dress. It fitted perfectly, wrapping around your body at every angle. It was light, comfortable, soft… just the white colour felt slightly off for you. Eddie noticed this apprehension in your face. 'What's wrong, sweetheart?'

'I'm just not so sure about white. It doesn't really feel like me, does it?' 

'Thought you might want to try something new. And just look how good it looks on you.' Then, with a finger under your chin, he made you look in the mirror again, 'An angel.' 

'Oh, Eddie,' you swung around to hug him. 'Thank you.' you mumbled the words against his chest. 

'Anything for you, baby.' His hand moved up and down over your back. 

After the dress shopping, the two of you walked around, with no real goal or destination in mind. The presence of each other was more than enough. But as the day went on, you couldn't help but feel down. Eddie had done so much for you over time, especially in the recent days; you wanted to repay him somehow. Show him that you cared for him just as much as he cared about you. Did he even know that you would do anything for him? You hoped so. 

You kept on thanking him as the day went on, which only made him laugh. The message had been quite clear after the first three times, and now it was becoming almost excessive. But he could never complain either, loving how much you appreciated him, but enough was enough. Surely. 

'I just wish I could do something in return.' 

'You really don't need to.' He cupped your face in the palm of his hand. 

'But I want to.' You persisted. 'There must be something I could do for you.' 

'Not that I can think of, but if anything comes up, I will let you know.' And that was that. You didn't want to press on the matter; why nag on a little thing like that, ruin what would be a lovely day? So, you went and had coffee at a café on Main Street, where Eddie again demanded to pay the bill, and then he drove you back home. Only when the car stopped in front of your driveway did you realise that this had been the longest time you had ever spent with Eddie: Almost an entire day. And it had also been one of the best days ever. Not because of how he had spoiled you– you couldn't care less about that stuff– but because you had not once stopped smiling. With him, you felt like you were on cloud nine, seventh heaven, paradise, and you never wanted it to stop. 

'What are you doing tomorrow?' you asked hopefully. It would be a Sunday then, and like most Sundays, you would have nothing to do. Eddie tapped the steering wheel.

'I got some things to take care of. Nothing too exciting.' Perhaps he saw your deflated expression. 'We'll hang out another time, yeah? I'll see you at school.' If you had been two different people, you would have leaned in and kissed goodbye, but instead, Eddie cupped your face again and tapped your cheek lightly with his hand. You did lean into his touch, not wanting it to leave you, but it always did at some point. 

'I'll miss you.' You pouted, which he mimicked. 

'And I'll miss you too, but this thing– it's really important. I can't miss it, and it will most likely take me the whole day–' 

'Why don't I help you?' You interrupted as the idea jumped to your mind. 'Then we can still spend time together and maybe you might even finish sooner.' 

'Oh, you don't want to–' 

'But I do,' you persisted. This was your chance. You could finally prove to Eddie how much he meant to you. 

'Are you sure?' Eddie raised his brow inquisitively. You nodded your head once but very clearly, indicating your standpoint. He couldn't get rid of you even if he tried. He knew it too, as seen through the deep sigh he took, but he was smiling. Your persistence was adorable. 

'Ok, fine. Do you know where the Creel House is?' 

'The creepy old boarded-up building?' Yeah, you knew the Creel House. Everyone in town did. Everyone had heard the story of what had happened there all those years ago, and it still made you feel uncomfortable to think about it. 

'I'll see you there at 5, ok? Wear the pretty dress we got today, too. I can't get enough of you in it.' And this time, he did lean in to kiss your cheek. Or, almost your cheek. It had been where he had intended for his lips to touch you, but it had only missed your own lips by less than an inch. The kiss was also just like all the other formalities. It probably lasted less than a second but left you wanting more. That warm feeling in your body resurfaced, much to your dismay. After yesterday, you had hoped it would stay hidden a bit longer, but apparently, one tiny featherlight kiss on the apple of your cheek was enough for it to come back up. 

'Who knows,' Eddie took your hand, 'maybe tomorrow will be the day, too.' 

'You mean–' you looked up at him with wide eyes. 

'We'll see. Now go, sweetheart.' He left you thinking about it for the entire night. Were you finally ready? Would this unbearable ache in your pit finally disappear? You hoped so. You were jittery with excitement about the next day. You could barely sleep, even though you knew Eddie wouldn't appreciate that (he always needed you to be well rested). And then the morning came, and you couldn't get a bite of your breakfast down your throat as you jumped in your seat from anticipation. You knew it was silly, but after all this time, you finally got a chance to show Eddie everything. And you had waited for weeks to touch yourself, and it was as if your body could tell that the waiting time was almost over. 

It was almost over; you told yourself as you made your way to the house. You were too early; you knew that, but better too early than too late. Maybe Eddie would already be there, and then… that is when you realised you actually had no idea what you were coming into the house for. What did he want you to do there? 

A harsh wind blew, pulling at the hem of your dress, which you had to hold not to let the street see your backside. The steps to the porch creaked under your footsteps, and the door you knew was once covered in wooden boards was now broken open. The beautiful stained-glass window was broken into shards, with a large hole in the middle– exactly where the rose used to bloom daily. 

'Hello?' You called out as you stepped inside. The temperature immediately seemed to drop, and the air had a moist hint, thick with dust flying around you. Footsteps were coming from upstairs. 

'Baby?' It was Eddie, and the sound of his voice immediately made all your worries go away.

'Yes! It's me!' You wanted to tread the stairs, a large and eccentric staircase, but Eddie showed up at the top of it. His hair was fastened up with his black bandana. You had imagined he would appreciate your early arrival, but a grimace covered his face instead. 

'You're early. I told you 5.' The old clock in the back of the hallway still clicked away and pointed to ten minutes to five, so you weren't that early. 

'I'm sorry. I walked faster than I expected.' 

'It's alright, just– just wait here. I'm almost ready.' Oh, was he setting something up for you? A surprise? Your reward? It brought back all these fluttery feelings in your stomach. 

You could hear Eddie shuffling around the upper floor, right above you. He was walking up and down the room, carrying things around. You wanted to go up and help him, but since he had told you to wait– you waited. Five minutes went by, ten, fifteen, and you were getting restless at the bottom of these tall stairs. With each creak in the floorboards, you hoped Eddie would appear again. 

That only happened a bit later, when you glanced up and saw him walk out of a dark room. He grinned down at you, and your body screamed to run up those stairs, but again, you waited for him to let you. 

'C'mere, I want to show you something.' And that is how you eagerly made your way upstairs finally. Eddie waited at the top step and watched how your dress flowed with your movements. Truly angelic, if such things existed. Holding you by the hand, he led you into the room he had just come out of. 

All the large windows were plastered shut, covered with wooden planks or plastic tarps, and while that should have made the room pitch black, you could still see everything inside clearly. That is because Eddie had set up candles all over the surfaces near the large bed that stood in the middle of the room. The orange flames gave the room a warm glow, and it must have been the most romantic thing you had ever seen. 

'Is this for me?' you glanced over at him, still in awe and shock. He laughed at this lightheartedly, squeezing your hand. It must have taken him hours to prepare all of this, but it was so worth it, you could tell him. The atmosphere brought to the room was fantastical, otherworldly. 

Eddie led you to the centre of the room, where the candles on the ground were positioned in a circular shape, with just enough space for you to stand. 

'You look beautiful, y/n,' Eddie spoke in a hushed whisper. 'Divine. My little lamb.' He pushed the hair out of your face again. Why did it always get in the way? Such a gorgeous face should not be covered up with anything, which is why he was glad you hadn't put on make-up today. You were standing in front of him in your purest form. The white dress accentuated it. 'You know why you're here, don't you?' 

'Because you asked me to?' you spoke, voice shaking for some reason. The fire of the candles flickered on. In the dim light, you could make out some kind of graffiti painted on the walls, strange symbols you did not recognise. 

'Yes, but I meant, why I asked you to come here.' The entire house had been left in its original state, never emptied out after the original owners had… left it. This meant that the old bedroom still had all its furnishings around. The bed was behind you, but you could also see a dresser and an armchair in the corner. Eddie walked up to the dresser and picked something up. Long, thin, the silver reflecting the golden flame light– 

'Eddie?' You wanted to step back at the sight of the sharp knife but remembered the candles positioned all around you. 'What- what are you doing?' 

'It's ok, baby. I'm not going to hurt you,' Eddie smiled kindly. He toyed with the sharp tip of the blade, twirling it against his hand. 'I would never hurt you. You know that, right?' You did know this, so you didn't bother to back away when he came closer. Eyes remained locked, ignoring the fire, the symbols, and the blade. There was just you and him. 'You know that, right?' Eddie repeated his question, to which you nodded. But he needed you to say it and hear your voice.

'Yes.' He only wanted what's best for you, to protect you. But, of course, he would never do you any harm. 

'Good. Really, sweetheart, you don't know how happy I am I found you– you're so– you're just so perfect.' His perfect little lamb. All his. You couldn't tell if the heat burning inside you came from the candles or his words. 'You have always listened so well, always been so good. And you'll keep being good, won't you?' 

'Mhm.' The power of longer words escaped you. Eddie cupped your cheek in his hand, patting it gently.

'Because I really need you to listen and do as I say, baby. This is really important to me.' 

'But-' you pushed the words out, 'what are you doing?' You still couldn't quite make sense of the things around you. But Eddie smiled at your question, as if he had been expecting it, had wanted you to ask. Your hair was poking from behind your ears again, sticking at your cheek, which he brushed off. He could cut it right off with the knife in his hand– he always thought you would look prettier in shorter hair, it would frame your face so nicely–  but it would probably not be appreciated. Maybe one day, if he asked nicely if you would still have him after today.

Of course, you would. 

'We're going to heal the world, sweetheart.' He smiled his big gorgeous smile, but you were too caught up in his words. 'Restore the order of life, make everything wrong right again– you want to help me with that, don't you?' 

'Well, yes, but–' the fire was heating up the room quickly, and you could feel it on your skin. The knife in Eddie's hand kept reflecting the light, making you look at it, but each time you would, Eddie would press his fingers into your cheek so you would find his eyes again. 

'You don't have to be scared; I'm not going to hurt you. I need you to trust me, y/n.' The way your name flowed out of his lips, so smooth and sweet, you felt terrible just for having a thought of doubt ever sour mind. But even if you told yourself not to be scared, he did see that fear in your eyes. It was frustrating to see, because how many times could he comfort you? What would it take for you to understand him? Finally, he moved, turned slightly to the side, and the cold blade hit your arm. It did not cut or hurt, but it made you flinch. 

'Eddie–' your voice was so weak, nothing like he was used to. 

'Can I tell you a story?' He watched you nod your head. ''Humanity is a pest, y/n. We are poisoning our world with this structure and order, depending on these vices as if we were not the ones who had created them in the first place– there is nothing structural about us! We live our days just waiting for them to be over, numbing ourselves and telling lies to make it feel like it means something while it is entirely useless. It is hard to find a pure soul out there, yet… here you are. 

'Me?' you couldn't possibly imagine why you would have anything to do with this. 'I don't understand–'  

'You are at the centre of it all. My sweet sweet little lamb, fresher than fallen snow on a meadow. You are the prime example of what we all could be, a special gift. He sent you to me.' He had been gaining more and more energy and enthusiasm through his speech

'He?' You were starting to feel silly, being able to only respond with more questions and poorly phrased ones at that.

'Vecna,' he breathed out the word in a hush. You had heard him say the name before, but you had never questioned it, figuring it had just been one of the endless characters in his game. Eddie's eyes were bigger than you had ever seen them as he kept on talking passionately. 'He spoke to me, showed me everything. He was the one that made me realise just what a cruel and messed up world this is– and– and I'm not the only one. The people that lived here that died here… You know why they died, don't you? It had all been a part of this plan, you see. A… an offering. They gave their lives subject to a higher power. It was all for a greater cause.

'But they had not meant to die, it all just went so horribly wrong. They didn't know what they were doing, the Creels. But I do! Vecna told me and showed me everything I had to do in order to make this work. I've spent months making sure everything will go right, and you are the key. I need you to do this, y/n. Please.' In the time that you had met Eddie, you had seen a lot of sides to him. You had seen him be happy, sad, angry, tired, hyper, everything between and around it, but this was new. As he spoke to you, he almost seemed desperate. He was shaking with his words, purely out of the need to get his words out, for you to hopefully understand what he was trying to do.

The presence of the cold blade didn't get lost to you anymore, as you could feel it with every breath you took, pressing against your stomach with its flat side. You looked deeply into Eddie's eyes, trying to figure out what his intentions were with it, with you. Surely, he would not actually hurt you? That wasn't him. You could not imagine Eddie, your Eddie, doing such things as your scared mind was conjuring up at the moment. 

'You wanted to help me, didn't you? This would be the most wonderful thing you could ever do for me, y/n. It would be glorious. Just think about it, when it works, the life we will have together. Vecna will show you, help you as well. You just have to let him, let me.' 

Let me guide you, my little lamb. 

Let me help you, my sweetheart. 

Let me use you. 

He needed you. Truly needed you, and only you. You stood there, in your white dress, surrounded by the golden flames of the melting candles, Eddie just far enough not to press his body into yours. As he waited for an answer, maybe bored or nervous, he started tracing the knife over you. The tip of it pinched at your skin, teasing, over your arm up to your collarbone, down your sternum. It had hagged on the strap of the dress, and you had been sure he would have snapped it right off. It would have probably been enough for the whole dress to fall apart. It would pool at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your underwear in front of him. The thought of it should be flooding you with fear, but to your surprise– it excited you. All of it did, in fact. 

'What- what do you need me to do?' You pushed down the lump forming in your throat, but you didn't need much force for it as it dissolved at the sight of Eddie's relieved grin. He kissed the top of your head, the blade in the same hand he brushed your hair with, so you felt the steel at your ear. It made you shiver. You could hear him whisper some more of those little words he always mumbled, still unable to make any sense out of them. Then, he made you leave the circle of candles and walked you to the side of the room, where the symbols were painted onto the wall. It is then that you noticed that the black paint was still wet in spots, freshly applied, but long enough to have already dried up for the most part.

'Give me your hand,' he asked of you, and you eagerly obliged, placing your hand over his palm. But then he pulled that knife up again, and you flinched, which made him visibly upset with a frown. 

'I'm sorry,' you apologised before he had even said anything. 

'I understand, baby, all of this is new, but you have nothing to fear. I'm here, and I've always made sure you're safe, didn't I? Right, so you know you can trust me. Look–' he put up his own hand, flat in front of you, and dragged the sharp knife over the skin, breaking it from the centre of his palm, right to the edge. The blood immediately started to spill out, colouring his pale skin crimson. But what you focused on was how he had not winced, not twitched, barely moved a muscle as the blade penetrated his outer layer. His eyes had been focused on the cut, just to glance up at you momentarily, to ensure you were looking at him. He wiped the knife on his shirt, letting the cut drip out onto the wooden panels of the floor. 'See? It doesn't even hurt.' Then he wiped his hand on his t-shirt, smearing the blood all over it. With the small and shallow cut, it would dry up in a few minutes. There was really nothing to be scared of. Eddie never wanted to hurt you. He just wants what's best for you– what's best for everyone. Just like he had said: restore the world order, make what's wrong right again. 

So, you held your hand out, steady. But as much as you trusted him, you couldn't get yourself to look as he pressed the blade into you. It stung as it moved over your palm. 

'Open your eyes,' Eddie told you. You were greeted with dark red stains on your hand when you did. It was already pooling in the small cup of your manus, dripping between your fingers. It stung as if he had kept on cutting, even though you had heard him put the knife away. It was lying untouched on the set of vintage drawers now. 

Eddie's next words were another request, as he guided your fingers to close in over your palm. 'Squeeze it.' And he pushed your fingers closed. You yelped at the shooting pain that came from it. The indentation splurged for more blood to come out. You saw flashes of white in front of your eyes as Eddie pressed it harder. 

'You see it, don't you?' He asked you eagerly. You nodded, keeping your tears at bay. You didn't want him to see you cry, not when you didn't even mean to. It was just sort of happening. 

Then, Eddie pulled you a step forward, pressing your bloody hand against the wall. This again pulled a wince out of you. It was so sensitive, and he pressed it so hard. He needed the blood to make its mark. He used you like a paintbrush, adding strokes of red over the black, making new symbols out of the already existing ones, finishing what he had started. 

'Look how great this looks. And it could only be you, to make it all work. Only someone as pure and innocent as you has that kind of power.' He had everything prepared in advance, so when he dropped your hand from the wall, he reached for a towel that he had also placed on that dresser earlier. He pressed it into your hand, applying the right kind of pressure this time to hopefully stop the blooding rather than encourage its continuation. He took care of you, just like any other day, showing you that he was still your Eddie after all. There was nothing to be scared of. 

'Is this it?' You looked up at him, the towel still wrapped around your hand. His sympathies peaked through the corners of his lips. 

'Not just yet, baby. There's one more thing, but this we can do together, and I promise you'll enjoy it much more than this.' 

'What is it?' 

'You already started the cleansing process, but we have to show Him that we mean our loyalty, and for that, a sacrifice is needed– just a small one, don't be scared,' he hushed, taking the towel away. 'And don't be nervous. I know you will do well; I made sure of it. That's why we waited. Had to know you would be able to handle it, but you're ready now.' That funny feeling in the pit of your stomach emerged again, covering your body in a flash of heat. It was that frustrating sensation you just could not get rid of that even Eddie could not help you with… but now you were ready. So what the two of you did in his bedroom last Friday… the cycle would be complete. There would be no more torture and pleading for a release. He could bring you to it, finally. 

'You're ready now.' Eddie didn't show it, as he repeated his last words, but he was conflicted about it all. It broke him to see you lose some of that innocence, but it had to be done, and it was an honour that he would be the one to do it. Better him, who understood the value of your purity, rather than some boy who would use you for his own pleasure. In a way, he was doing this to protect you, too. By letting you join him in his venture, he was ensuring safety for you. He would protect you. Vecna will protect you. 

But for this, he actually had to make you his. 

Again, holding your hand, he led you through the room. Avoiding the candles spread out over the floor, he got you to stand next to the bed. Both your hands were sticky with drying blood. The cut still burned when he squeezed at your hand, but neither of you showed any signs of discomfort. 

He wondered if once this was all over, your eyes would still be full of the innocence he was so enamoured by. Would you still look at him with this naive bewilderment, or would he ruin you completely? If so, that would be his sacrifice. He would give up the pleasure of the sight for the sake of the greater good, naturally. 

This would then perhaps be the last time you looked at him this way, so he would have to cherish it to the fullest extent. He let his fingers draw down your face, caressing the soft apples of your cheeks. Finally, his thumb moved over your chin, barely touching your bottom lip. How long he had needed to feel it, touch all of you, but held back. Now he finally could, though. 

Too immersed in his deep brown eyes, you didn't see what was happening around them. You only heard him pull something out of his pocket– material. It was a handkerchief. But not the black skull he would wear often around the school. This one was white, like your dress. However, it was quickly getting tainted by the pink of the last remaining blood that could still transfer from his hands. How you had not noticed it on him before was a bit silly. 

The material was smooth and pleasant to the touch, warm, as Eddie pulled it over your face. The metallic scent of blood wavered over it; no one could tell whether it was his or yours. Eddie tied it behind your head, making sure your eyes were covered, and just like that, you were enveloped in darkness. 

'By taking away one sense,' he whispered into your ear, 'all the others get heightened. It is an experience like no other, to submit yourself to the elements. An honour. Now– ah.' He hadn't even needed to ask you anything, as when his thumb fell over your bottom lip, your mouth immediately parted, like an impulse, to let him enter. He pressed the finger over your tongue and watched you suck on it desperately. This was it—the first touch. Just like that, one simple act had already been enough to corrupt you. 

'Sit down. On your knees. There we go, so good for me.' If he hadn't known better, if he hadn't made sure you never lied to him about what you have or have not done, he wouldn't have assumed you had experience, that you knew exactly what you were doing. That his little lamb was, in fact, just a whore like everyone else. But no, of course, you weren't. He had prepared you for this moment, let out what was only in your nature already. It was the right thing to submit to his touch like this. 

But eventually, after a few seconds, he had to pull his hand away from you. The action came unexpectedly, and you were ready to follow him, even though you couldn't see where he had moved to. You tried your best trying to figure out what was happening, using those other heightened senses to their fullest potential. You could hear the flickering of the flames around you, and the burning smell came with it, which was still not strong enough to cover up the musky scent of Eddie, how the wooden floor dug at your knees, even through the fabric of your dress. And even though you could not see him, you could feel his presence towering over you. 

It didn't matter how much you tried to focus on your surroundings; nothing would have prepared you for Eddie grabbing you by your chin to pull your face up, hollowing your already open mouth into a perfect little O-shape. Next thing you know, you heard a strange noise and felt something wet touch your mouth, spill into it. The sensation made you squirm, no idea what it was that Eddie had just done. You didn't know what to do. 

'C'mon, baby. You know what to do when you have something in your mouth. Swallow.' He shut your mouth with his grip on it, helping you take the spit– because that's what it is, you realised– down your throat. He hummed in satisfaction through your whimpers. 'It's ok, baby. This is all a part of it. Got to get used to each other, it's all bonding.' He wanted to be closer to you, connected, and that idea warmed your heart. The way his hands then brushed over your hair, you nearly mewled into the touch. 

Trying to position him was difficult, as he seemed to walk circles around you, his lips filled with those mysterious words and mumblings again. If you could see now, you would have stared at the ground or the hands you had placed over your lap. His flavour was still in your mouth, and it felt strange, but not in the wrong way.

He had walked another circle around you before stopping at your back. You felt the tension on the dress as he pulled at one of the straps, letting it slide down your shoulder. Then the other. Eddie undid the zipper from behind you as slowly as he had pulled it up the day before in the dressing room. Except for this time, you were not wearing a bra underneath it. It wasn't the kind of dress that would really work with one, you had thought in the morning. It certainly wouldn't look pretty, with the undergarment straps visible, and you wanted to look nice when seeing Eddie… so, that is how you ended up sitting on the floor in this old house, hands on your lap as Eddie pulled the dress off of your top half, revealing your breasts to the hot air.

'So beautiful.' he said, mumbling something under his breath again. 'Absolutely beautiful. He let his hand wander over to your chest, toying with the nipples, taking turns in giving attention to them. To think he was the first person to have the pleasure to touch you like this. To make you arch your back with just a simple pinch– oh, and the sounds that fell from your lips as he pulled at them, he started to feel the constraint of his jeans. Stand up. 

Your legs were already sore from the position you had been sitting in, and they trembled as you got up. The dress fell off your legs, down to the ground as you did. You stepped out of it, accidentally kicking it to the side. A bitter smell erupted from somewhere in the room like the smoke was getting stronger. 

'What is that?'

'Nothing,' Eddie's calm tone had wavered for a moment, or so it seemed his following words were just as smooth and charming as before. 'Nothing you have to worry your pretty little head about. Just, c'mere,' It would have been difficult for you to do that with the blindfold in front of your eyes, but he had reached out with his hands to you.

And then, his lips were on yours. They were chapped as always, feeling a bit rough compared to how soft yours were. He tasted like the cigarettes he smokes when you aren't around, combined with another bitter flavour you couldn't place. It was soo much to take in, your senses all going into overdrive trying to keep up with him. You didn't know what to do with yourself, so you stood still, letting your lips move accordingly to how his did. But he kissed you with such an urgency, such hunger and vigour; you could hardly keep up.

It was messy and left your head spinning, nothing like you had actually expected your first kiss to be, but it was still perfect, as it was with Eddie. 

You were now completely naked, standing in this attic room filled with candles; Eddie was holding on to your sides, kissing your neck. Each time his lips left your skin, it didn't even matter as you could still feel him on you. The trace he left behind was sloppy and needy and seeking out the weak spot on your neck so you could roll your head back in pleasure. All of these feelings were so new to you, so overwhelming, but you understood why Eddie wanted you to wait, why you had to be ready for this… and it was only the beginning. 

Perhaps Eddie got a bit over-excited, for he suddenly picked you up off the ground, hands around your thighs. The suddenness made you scream out. You were utterly disorientated as he took a few stops and then dropped you down onto the bed. It could not have been a drop of more than a foot, but your stomach twisted. The mattress creaked loudly underneath you, but didn't continue as Eddie had not joined you in the bed just yet. So you lay there, waiting for whatever would come next– which was that Eddie had grabbed you by the hand and pulled you across to the head of the bed. A shriek left your lips. It would have been better if he had told you what he would be doing. The constant uncertainty of it all made your brain whirl. 

And then he took your other hand, before you could even say something and gripped both your wrists tightly. 

'Eddie, what–' you felt the cold metal against your skin and the faint clink of something locking. When he released your arms, you wanted to pull them away from what you assumed was the headboard, but you could barely move anymore. 

'Remember those handcuffs that always hang in my room,' Eddie had leaned down beside the bed to be at your level. As you could not see anything, you kept your head straight up, directed at the ceiling. Your breathing got heavier, the constraints confusing you, but Eddie had his reasons. 'It might all get a bit too much for you at a certain point, so this will help you keep grounded. And a physical restraint helps us as a reminder that we should restrict ourselves in indulgences, the things that only break us more. We do not want to get carried away, so this will help, I promise. Just trust me.' He kissed your cheek, which felt wet for some reason. His thumb brushed over the same spot his lips had just met, and then, for a short time that felt like an eternity, there was nothing. Eddie had moved to another part of the room; you could still hear him, walking, shuffling around, mumbling his usual incoherent phrases to himself. You tried to listen to them, finally trying to make out what he was saying, but it was too soft of a whisper that ended too close to his mouth. 

'My little lost sheep has finally found her way,' he said when he came back, the weight on the bed shifted, 'I have done my best guiding you towards this point, y/n, have done anything I could to protect you, to make sure you ended up here, where you belong. Now, you have to tell me, make the final decision– do you want this?' 

'Yes.' You wanted him. He had been gone far too long, and you were already missing his touch. The anticipation was building inside you, coming together at your centre, burning with a need for him. You had thought that hunger and thirst that had been torturing you over the past weeks, the one Eddie had told you to ignore, that it had died down after the little help he had given you, but it was all coming back ten times worse. Something in you was eating you alive, and you couldn't lay still anymore, closing your legs, trying to get some kind of friction from the movement of rubbing them together, trying to find an angle at which some kind of relief would come out. 

'Should have brought something to tie those pretty legs down as well. Stop, please.' He placed his hand over your thigh, rubbing circles over it slowly, 'you're gonna hurt yourself, moving like that.' So, you did stop, both the wiggling of your legs and tugging at the cuffs in frustration. His touch on your leg got rougher as he spread your legs wide open, revealing you to him. 

'Yes, there is no doubt about it, sweetheart. You are ready.' He said voice laced with something that you had never really heard before in Eddie– pure lust. So ready, and he touched you. Right there, between your legs, this time with no panties or jeans to keep you apart, you felt his calloused fingers slide right over your slit. He moved his hand up and down, stroking lightly, and with each lap, he would add a bit more pressure, letting his fingers slip past your folds but not entering you quite yet.  

You moaned; you didn't whimper, mewl or giggle. You moaned out his name. He had broken you now. Unsealed you. He was going to make you his. 

His little lamb. 

His fingers started moving faster, slipping inside you now and then, teasing. But you took it all so well, taking anything he gave you with the most gratitude. It was all so new, so much all at once; even a tease of his fingers was enough to make you see stars. He broke your barrier, broke you; there was no going back now that his fingers were deep inside you. Each time shooting up sparks through your body, letting you revel in it. You pulled at the handcuffs again, not because you needed to get out of them, but because you felt the urge to react somehow, and this was the only thing you could do. Hands tied up in the metal, legs spread out, and hips pushed down by Eddie's grip, you were stuck in a prison of delectation.  

As his fingers continued making you feel ecstatic, he kissed your thighs over and over again. A sweet and haste peppering of his lips at your sensitive skin, hot and needy for both of you. When he pulled his fingers away from you, you could hear a smacking sound, followed by a hum. 

'You know what you taste like, sweetheart?' 

'No?' you could not say that had ever been something you thought about, but now that he had subjected the question, you were eager to find out. 

'You taste like the sweetest nectar,' he kissed your stomach, 'Perfect and pure.' He could not get enough of your authenticity, your unadulterated and untouched body. It still hurt him to think that it would not last much longer, this vestal beauty and glow that seemed to radiate off you, but something so much better would come. Just you wait and see… 

Eddie started repeating his little phrases anew as the kisses continued, and, this time, you could hear his mumbled words more clearly, each syllable emphasised with a breath of hot air against your core. The exact meaning of the words might have escaped you, but it did not stop them from sounding like what it was. A prayer, a blessing, finished with his sigh of "Hail Lord Vecna" in almost a whisper, before delving between your legs and kissing you there passionately. 

The scream had not meant to come out, as the only thing you felt was a foreign pleasure. It was just a heavy shock to the system. Never before had you felt something like that. 

Eddie's tongue pressed deeper into you, dipping at your sweetest spot, licking at your arousal. Before this, the handcuffs had not felt much like a nuisance, but you understood it now. All you wanted to do was to grab Eddie by the hair, pull it, show him how good it made you feel– but it could be distracting. It could pull him out of his concentration, ruin his whole plan, everything he had worked so hard on. 

Yes, he had prepared, as he knew exactly what he was doing, reaching your desired spots, kissing you in a way you never expected a kiss to feel. You were glad he didn't tell you to keep quiet, because it did not seem to be a possible task. Moans kept leaving your mouth constantly.

'Eddie! Oh my–' your eyes rolled back, hips bucked up, which Eddie quickly pushed back down. But, to your horror, he pulled away from you entirely, and if you could see him, you would have seen his eyes, now almost as dark as a starless night, stare at you. 

'It's not me you should be thanking,' he kissed your pelvis before whispering another "hail Lord Vecna". 

'Hail Lord Vecna,' you repeated after him, but much breathier. 

'Yes, good, sweetheart. Say it again, Louder. He will be so happy to hear your voice say his name.' he encouraged. 

'Hail Lord Vecna,' you dared to say it, and Eddie supported it with a new kiss toward your clit. Then, with each repeat of the phrase, he extended it and kissed you longer and deeper until he was back to eating you out completely. 

Hail 

Lord 

Vecna

Not long after, the feeling came back, except ten times harder, as if you had already been circling around it for hours. Again, the knot in your stomach tightened. It was coming closer and closer– 

But Eddie pulled away again, at which you mewled out. 

'No, please, please,' you whined, much to his amusement. Eddie started making his way up again, hands on either side of you, leaving kisses all over your body, his metal necklace chain trailing behind until he reached your lips once more. His chin was wet with your juices, and you could taste yourself on him as he kissed you. A flavour that turned your stomach, but Eddie's hands were still on you, kneading and squeezing at thighs and hips, and then he pulled the blindfold off of you. It was dimly dark in the room, but you still had to get used to the light of the candles. Most of them had already started burning out. 

Eddie hovered above you, the white handkerchief in his mouth before he spat it out next to you. His hair fell down his face, the tips tickling at your collarbone and neck. All you wanted to do was to brush your hair through it, but you couldn't move your arms more than an inch away from the ornate headboard. 

'Eddie,' you whimpered, tugging at the handcuffs again. He just smiled and leaned in to kiss you again. That's when you noticed he had also taken off his clothes. You were both naked, piled on top of each other, in the most intimate and compromising position a person could find themselves in. 

Your heart was beating faster and faster, pushing against your chest, drumming in your ears. This was it. This is what everything had been leading up to. The moment Eddie had been preparing you for. The climax of his plan. 

He kissed you once more, tenderly.

'This might hurt, baby, but it should. It will be a good pain. The best feeling you've ever felt, so don't be scared, ok? It's all going to be ok.' He spoke with his eyes locked on yours; you were dazed and confused, unsure what he was talking about. You had already felt so good, couldn't possibly imagine something that would feel even better. 

But then the pain did come. There where his fingers, and his tongue, had been, and now you felt something stretch you out on the inside. Eddie pushed inside you, ripping you open, stretching you out. 

'Eddie!' You tugged at the handcuffs, but they didn't budge just like before. 

'Shh, this is good. It will be over soon. Trust me. Just trust me,' he repeated as he moved his hips. Moving out of you, but the pain didn't stop. Not when he pushed back into you or when he moved back out. With every thrust, it seemed to get worse, harsher and rougher, the pain not ceasing to stop but instead shooting up your spine. Soon, the tears started to roll down your cheeks again. 

'It's ok, it's all alright,' Eddie whispered, kissing your nose, but he let the tears roll this time, dropping down your ears into your hair and onto the mattress. Just another sign of your loss and what you were willing to give him. How good you were, so willing to give yourself up for the cause. He was so proud, and then your moans returned, and he felt his heart grow twice in size. You looked, sounded, and felt so perfect. 'Yes, that's right. So good. C'mon, baby, doesn't this feel good?' 

'Yes, yes,' you managed to say. The pain had finally receded and slowly turned to the promised pleasure you had been waiting for. The moans were now seeping out of you, body shaking at the force he was taking you with. His lips had made their way down to your breast, kissing at the valley between them, kissing over your pebbled nipples, sucking lightly, stimulating an even higher scream of pleasure from you. He kept on going, hard and fast. 

How right he had been, saying this would be the best feeling you'd ever feel. There was nothing like it than to feel him inside you, stretching you out, hitting at the right places that made your toes curl. He kept this power over you with just his movements, controlling your body with his, giving you so much to respond to. He had prepared, knew what to do to the right reactions out of you, what would please or not, what to do to make it all work. Not much longer now. It was so close, all coming to an end. 

'So beautiful,' his voice was airy but in a lost sense. He was seeking out oxygen as he continued his strikes. Both your breathing started to get heavier; everything was getting hotter and hotter around you. Your stomach tightened, and you remembered what Eddie had told you the first time it happened. 

'Eddie! I- I'm–' what was it that he had called it? You whimpered the words out before it got too much. 'I'm close! Please.' What you were pleading for, you weren't sure. But you had waited so long, so excruciatingly long, you couldn't take it anymore. 

'Wait, baby. Just a bit longer.' He huffed out, his thrusts becoming sloppier. 

'Eddie,' you cried out. How much more could you possibly wait before you would explode? 

'Be good for me. I know you can do it.' You wanted to cry and scream. He had made you wait so long, then said you were ready, just for you to wait even more. When would it finally end? When could you finally gain your euphoric release? 

Was this the sacrifice? This torture he put you under, was it all for the sake of his plan? Would this appeal to Vecna? Your tears and screams as you lost a piece of yourself to him, would that heal the broken part of the world? 

'Hail Lord Vecna,' he grunted with his final juts of the hips. It made your ears ring and your skin rise in goosebumps. And this gravelly coarseness stayed in his voice. 'Come. Come to me.' 

You would follow him anywhere; you knew that. And as he stopped to let his pleasure release into you, you followed right after. Stars were crossing over your shut eyes. You couldn't breathe, move, or do anything but let it all wash over you. A million butterflies fluttered inside you. 

Eddie cursed as he pulled out of you, and you immediately felt empty. It was like a spell had immediately dissolved out of you, and the fatigue took over. 

Just like that, it was over. 

'Here we go,' he breathed out, pulling the chain off his neck, where his guitar pick hung, but now it was also joined by the little key that fits into the handcuff lock. With a click, one cuff opened, then the other, and you were free to let your arms drop to your sides. 

You thought that moving was not an option anymore as you lay in that old bed, staring at the cracks in the wooden ceiling. The muscles in your arms were already souring, only to get even worse by the time the sun would rise again. You'd have to get home, but the idea of just getting up off the mattress was making you tired. Even rolling over to your side to greet Eddie's face was too much at the moment. 

But you could not stay there forever; the candles would burn out entirely soon, shrouding you in darkness and the cold. So, slowly you managed to get up, ignoring how everything seemed to sway around you. Just had to close your eyes for a second. 

You rubbed at your wrists, which were now red and sore from the handcuffs. Eddie had gotten off the bed, too, pulling his shirt over his head as you looked around to see your dress on the floor. The white fabric was covered in red stains. There was no way you could wear this outside now; what would your parents think if they saw the blood?! And maybe, relatively, it wasn't even that big of an amount, but the contrast on the snow white enhanced each drop to an extreme. 

'Eddie,' you gasped, reaching out for the garment, and that is when you noticed the scorch marks underneath. That bitter, smoky smell– it had been your dress burning. You wanted to cry. It was the only thing you had brought with you– your special gift from Eddie nonetheless– and it was now completely destroyed. 'I don't–' 

'Shhh,' he sat back down on the bed, taking your hand in his. The wounds on both of you had stopped bleeding entirely and were closing up, but it still hurt when he dragged his finger along the harsh line. Then, he leaned down and pulled a duffel bag from underneath the bed. It must have been where he had carried everything in. when he opened the bag, you saw a sealed candle, identical to some of the lit, nearly burned up ones around you. But he wasn't pulling the candle out of the bag. Instead, Eddie showed you clothes you recognised all too well. 'I brought these for you in case the dress wouldn't work out after all.' And he handed you the shirt and shorts, both yours, which you had had for years, your favourite until you had lost them, so you thought. Things got misplaced; after all, you could have easily forgotten them once you had been at Eddie's place. 

The fact he had kept them for you and brought them along to this house in case you would need a spare change of clothes… warmed your heart. 

With happy tears threatening to escaper your eyes, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. 

'I'm sorry, Eddie', you mumbled against him, still feeling horrible that his gift to you had been ruined. 

'It's ok, baby. We'll get you a new one.'  He caressed his hand over your back, giving you something to find comfort in. after all, that's all he wanted, for you to be safe and happy. Nothing but the best for his sweet little lamb. Always leading her in the right direction, straying from the dark and the dangerous. 'How about a black, this time? Or a pretty red one?' 

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