#i mean he's coo coo crazy enough for it let's be real

[glitteringpeachy]

Ok listen

I need someone to draw Ass Pancakes with his weapon increased in size to nearly the size of him, and I know nothing about Guilty Gear but they also need to draw him with the same poses/movement as A.B.A because he's crazy enough to do so

LIKE BE FR DO YOU GUYS SEE MY VISION HERE if nobody does it then I guess I'm doing it myself

#not tagging guilty g*ar just coz I'm not into it and I don't wanna mislead people into it lmao #I will tag you know who tho #peach rambles #ass pancakes #tf2 #tf2 freaks #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 scout #tf2 scout #scout #but yeah hear me out ok #I head canon that Ass Pancakes has the exact same kind of manurisms as she does #i mean he's coo coo crazy enough for it let's be real #might draw it soon #when I stop being lazy lmao

[bigfatbimbo]

Different anon but good lord breeding Lucifer sounds so hot

Imagine how much he literally cries, he goes fucking STUPID all he can say is "breed me breed me please" the king of hell reduced to a sobbing mess who's brain has been fucked out of his head and replaced with nothing but cum, man is full ready to give Charlie a sibling, he's just that needy and pathetic

a/n — Jesus fucking christ. The feminine urge to get this man pregnant is crazy right now.

Warnings — Pegging, breeding kink, dom!reader sub!Lucifer, his demon form comes out near the end, Implied afab!reader, aka use of a strap-on

“Oh dear god,” Lucifer whimpers as you slide your strap into him. 

He sat down on your lap while you held him there by his hips. His hands rested on your shoulders, gripping them ever so slightly harder now that your plastic cock was inside him.

“That’s it baby, start slow,” you coach as he hesitantly starts moving his hips. 

He moaned at the sensation. Obviously, this wasn’t the first time Lucifer had gotten pegged. But, he would be lying if he said he’d done anything like this recently. 

And the fact he was receiving this treatment from you added to the mind numbing pleasure. 

He hummed contently and started to speed up, feeling his mind get fuzzier each second. “Goodness,” he remarked, “‘forgot how good this—mmh— this felt.”

You rolled your hips and he moaned loudly, grinding down on your strap, nails digging into your shoulder blades.

“Aw baby, I won’t ever let you forget again. How’s that sound?” You kiss his neck and thrust up into him slowly.

He whined, desperately needing more of anything. He humped your strap at a faster pace. “Nngh, deeper, god please—“

“Someone’s eager,” you generously thrust up into him, drawing out a loud needy moan and making him cling to your neck. “So desperate to breed yourself on my cock, huh?”

Something about the way you phrased that makes his whole body shudder. The idea sounds so intimate, he craved it.

He nods into your neck and fails to bite back a whimper, subconsciously humping your strap faster. 

“Use your words, sweetheart,” you command, “Want me to fill you up real good?”

“Yes, yes of course I—“ he looses his train of thought when you thrust your plastic dick deeper into him. He whines terribly desperate. 

“Mhm, yes, breed me, please, breed me,” he pathetically cries, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

“Of course, baby. Whatever you want, my sweet boy,” his moan was cut off by you flipping him off your lap and onto the sofa, ass up and face pressed into pillows.

You get a better angle there, pushing the strap further into him than before, making him scream out and grip at the sides of the couch of support.

“Oh, fuck yes please. Breed me, god, just like that. Deeper, nngh—“ Lucifer drools into the pillow, incoherently babbling in the form of short moans. 

You drill into him roughly, “You sound so pathetic, pretty boy, begging for my cock like this,” You tease. He whimpers lowly.

“Begging to be bred and used by me. You like being filled up like this? I bet you’d even have my babies if I fucked you good enough in return,” your jeer is less of an insult and more of a taunt.

It was hard not to tease him. After all, you have the king of Hell ass up in the air and moaning like a bitch for your strap. 

Your recent comments had already gotten into his head because, especially in this state, he knew it was true. He whined pathetically and buried his face deeper into the already damp pillow.

At this point he heard you let out an unexplained gasp, and slow momentarily. Luckily for him, you sped up quickly afterwards.

“Yes, yes, fuck I need more, please—“ He moaned, muffled by the fabric of the cushions.

“More? Sweetheart, you don’t look like you can take much more,” you coo down at him. 

He picks his head up temporarily to see what you mean. It’s then that, after a moment, he became conscious of the state he was in. 

Not only had he looked pathetic, tears streaming down his face from puffy red eyes, all of the attention had also taken its toll on his physical appearance.

His eyes had became a demonic shade of red, his horns had already begun to halfway stick out from his head, piercing the couch fabric and leaving stuffing in the area below him.

In a matter of seconds, or in other words, a few thrusts from you, his wings would surely sprout out.

“What’s the matter?” You tug his hair slightly backwards, making him cry out, “Can’t handle all the attention? Don’t make me pull out, baby.”

The threat had brought more tears to his eyes, “Nonono! Please don’t— ungh—“ you rolled your hips roughly inside him “—fill me up please. Breed me, i’ll do anything. Fuck me, please breed me”

You smile down at him, “Alright, but only because you’ve been such a good boy so far,” Your hands stroke his newly sprouted wings and he yelps, before grasping desperately at the pillows below him.

“I’ll fuck you hard, sweetie. I’ll breed you nice and good too. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He moans and vigorously nods his head, sniffing loudly, collecting himself from the tears that were still in fact pouring. 

His climax was building up at a rapid pace, he might have already came once in the area below him, but he was far too fucked out to know. 

He loved this position more than anything in the world. He was completely open to you and your strap, ready and willing to be fucked and used.

Even though he knew it wasn’t possible, he forgot for a moment that you weren’t actually fucking him to breed him. After all, he wouldn’t mind having your baby.

a/n — So this was probably one of the filthiest things i’ve ever written now that I think about it. Might have been too much, I don’t know.

Pretty sure Lucifer liked it though.

Also! A specific anon wanted to be tagged in the pegging Lucifer fic so @sillypumpkins !!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel lucifer #dom reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer hazbin hotel

[thisfanisgonesorry]

please make a part2 to ironhead where he actually ties up a vibrator to her…….pretty please….

thank you for the req cutie pie!! i have another hobie fic coming out in a few days and then probs going to a diff fandom until i get possessed again (aka ill get halfway through my carlos drabble and then ill end up coming up w/ another hobie fic)

tags: overstim YEAHH, touch denial, bondage, shibari but less than before, dom/sub, i mean v heavy dom/sub. cums in pants.

my beta reader thinks i lace these fics with crack

pt 1 >> IRONHEAD listening to let me hear you scream - ozzy osbourne

✰ “Y’re doing great, love.” He purred me through my orgasm. 

I kept my eyes harshly closed, wrists tied above my head and legs tied together with a magic wand held nicely in place by firm ropes. I writhed helplessly against the restraints, the sensitivity getting worse with each moment.

“Calm down, baby.” He whispered, pressing his large hand on my stomach to push me against the mattress in hopes to ease the movement.

“Hobie, please.” I cried.

“Tell me that wit’ y’r eyes open.”

I opened my eyes lazily, trying desperately to look up at him. He was knelt next to me with wide legs, hovering over me. All I could focus on was his aching cock, stuck in the confines of his tight jeans. He was so hard that a wet patch was forming through the fabric, yet he was in complete control.

I let out a pathetic whine at the sight, knowing there was nothing more appealing to my lust-addled mind than to touch him and get him off.

“Love.. Are you cryin’?” He cooed softly.

“It’s too much.” I pleaded with him.

“Y’re only 5 in.”

A choked cry clawed its way from my throat at his words. The stickiness on my body was driving me crazy, covered in sweat, spiderwebs and cum; the view to him was nothing short of immaculate but he simply sat there like the world’s most self controlled man.

“Let me touch you.” I whined. “Please, Hobie.”

“No.”

“Please! You’re so hard, ‘s cryin’ for me, wants me so bad.” I sobbed. “Gonna twitch under my fingers.. Twitch on my tongue, gonna—”

“You’re riling yourself up.”

“Hobes, ‘m gonna cum, please, please, please.” I helplessly begged.

He took in a sharp inhale, steadying his breathing as he watched carefully, running his hand up and down my thigh. “Go on, love. Make it real pretty. Let m’hear you.” He spoke, attempting to speak clearly to show just how restrained he was.

I let out an incoherent mess of cries and begs, cumming all over the wand and squirming against the restraints again. His other hand began to brush my sweaty hair out of my face, watching the way his torture made me unwind.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell.” He gritted his teeth, trying to contain a groan.

“Mhmphf— Hobie.” I whimpered, the orgasm dying down and the burning overstimulation returning.

I used all the strength in my body to stop squirming enough to push myself onto my side, pressing my face into his strong thigh, the position was uncomfortable due to my wrists being tied to the headboard but it was the price to pay to feel him against my skin.

“Darlin’..” He laughed nervously.

“I need it.” I moaned, looking up at him through hazed, cock-drunk eyes. I nuzzled my face pathetically against his jeans. “Need you, need you so, so, so bad.” I rambled.

“You have me.” He answered, his voice shaking slightly.

A loud moan, followed by a loud ‘ah, fuck’ filled the air. I brought my knees to my chest as comfortably as I could with my legs tied together. Small whines, gasps and pants filled the air as I desperately tried to get closer to the handsome man watching every move I made.

“Y’re so desperate, ain’t ya?” He teased lightly, keeping his hands to himself, knowing otherwise he would probably break his iron will.

“Please.” I sobbed, 6 orgasms in and completely ruined beyond belief.

The squirming, thrashing, writhing, tugging, awkward angle and general length of the entire evening meant all 3 of us were worn down. The third, loud as day, snapped. Hobie perked up when he heard the sound of the webbing breaking, freeing my wrists from its hold. He was kind of impressed briefly; my hands quickly wrapped around his waist in a hug, pulling him closer to me.

“I should punish y’for that.” He spoke softly, stroking my sweaty hair once again. Though the fact I simply pulled him into a hug instead of going for his hardness was what convinced him otherwise.

I shook my head to say ‘nuh-uh’ as I pressed open mouth kisses on his jeans. “Close again.” I warned. “So close. I can’t—”

“Y’can do it, love.” He spoke sweetly, his hand gripping the back of my thigh to keep me in place as his other left my face to harshly grip the bed sheets. He leaned back slightly for a better view and that’s when he wrecked himself.

My hips jerked and spasmed, simultaneously grinding into and away from the vibrator. My breathing was racing and the sounds eliciting from my body only raised more and more in volume.

“Right there..” I pleaded.

“Let me hear you scream.” He groaned.

There was not much else I could do but abide by his request, though in the mindless state (despite the fact it was quite intentional), I reached to palm him through his jeans, crying his name out in several moans. 

I could feel him switch under me as the sounds left my throat and hung heavy in the air. His hips jerked to the movement before he grabbed my hand harshly.

“Don’t..” He whispered, halting the movements though the pressure of it pressed against his dick was still enough.

“Please.. Need you.” I tried to whisper back, though it definitely didn’t come out like that. I continued pressing open mouth kisses on his jeans and trying to move my hand from under his. 

He furrowed his eyebrows, breathing heavily and trying to gauge what the correct thing to do was as my hips continued to stutter against the wand, he kept a keen eye on me, his grip letting up just enough that I could stroke him at the speed he chose, limiting the movements.

“Y’re filthy.” He groaned, watching me lick a stripe up the fabric. His hips jerked at the sight and his composure was falling slowly.

He found himself giving in to my touches as I squirmed at my own pleasure. “Fuck, so much.” I breathed, mouthing his pants. “Ain’t 7 enough?”

“But y’re making m’feel s’good.” He panted.

“Can’t stop cumming.” I whined, feeling it get closer again as I desperately palmed at his cock; silently waiting for the permission to pull it out of his pants, the fact he was even letting me do this much was kind of a miracle.

HIs hips kept moving against my hand as he praised me quietly, watching me squirm into him, taking the punishment like a champ. He let out small moans and groans as he watched me palm him, nuzzling into him, pressing small kisses onto him, doing whatever I could in my goddamn right to worship him.

“Ngh— Fuck, ‘m cummin’ again—” I moaned, the downtime between each one was getting shorter and shorter and there’d either peak when I reached a moment of constant orgasm, or I believe I’d simply go numb and feel nothing but overstimulation and be a whining, crying mess, unable to orgasm any more.

His breathing hitched in his throat, he watched me writhe with that stupid lopsided grin, his jaw slack in awe as he desperately tried to fill his lungs with air. He felt that warm feeling in his stomach, noticing the telltale signs. “Shit, wait, y/n—”

His eyes closed, his jaw fell open and he gasped for air, small groans leaving his throat and his hips stuttering in place. His large hand forced me to stroke him through it, as he quickly accepted his fate.

“Fuck.” He hissed. “Let’s get y’fixed up, pretty baby.” He spoke quickly, pushing me off him, trying to be gentle despite his speed. He turned off the vibrator and let me relax, my tense body finally slump down into comatose limpness.

“Did you..?” I panted mindlessly.

“Shut up.” He mumbled, grabbing his pocket knife and slicing the webbing again, careful enough to not damage the wand, but quick enough to lay me down.

“Mhm, need’a washcloth.” I sighed, finally given a moment to sit back and catch my breath, finally able to relax after the considerate torture he put me through. “Feels gross.. All sweaty 'nd sticky.”

“I can see that.” He responded. 

I laid on my back, watching him through heavy eyes, he scrambled to discard the webbing that was tight on my legs and waist, collecting the loose web still stuck to the headboard, to put the wand away and then to get the damp cloth I needed to clean up.

He tried to stifle a laugh when he saw the wet patch on the bed. He knew, in this moment, he wasn’t one to laugh, but he found the view slightly impressive. He ran the damp cloth over anywhere that looked particularly gross, starting with my face for obvious reasons.

 “Anythin’ else y’need, love?”

“Dunno.” I hummed, he sat over me, removing his t-shirt and helping me put it on my body. It was worn, but it smelt like him. “You gonna let me see the mess you made?” I commented as he held my body upright.

“I.. No.” He spoke. “Y’look tired, darlin’.” 

“You embarrassed?” I asked softly.

“No..” He shook his head again, “A little. Just.. Fuckin’.. Gotta wash these now.”

I sighed, rolling onto my stomach and taking the pile of pillows in my arms, knowing that Hobie would come take his place underneath me soon enough, he just has to rid himself from his excitement.

He ran his hand smoothly down my spine, feeling the muscles relax under his fingertips.

“Go to sleep, darl’, ‘m gonna be a minute.”

“Wash ‘em tomorrow, I want you now.”

He took a sharp inhale, before finally giving in. “If I can’t get the stains out, you’re on clean up duty.” He threatened, though it was clear to tell it wasn’t genuine. He quickly slid into clean pj shorts before snaking his way into bed and pulling me away from the wetpatch and onto his chest.

“Hobes, missing somethin’.” I mumbled the reminder, being taken by sleep as I felt the warmth of his arms wrap around me.

“Mhm? What’s that?” 

“Where’s my ‘y’did so good’?”

“Y’did so good.” He huffed in amusement, placing a soft lingering kiss on my neck. “Y’took that real well, jus’ took everythin’ I gave ya’, ‘nd y’looked so pretty doin’ it, too. Wasn’t too much, was it?”

I shook my head weakly. “Was good.” I sighed, nuzzling into his neck and letting myself give into the exhaustion.

“I love ya’, darlin’.” He said finally, continuing his whispers of praise.

#asks #marvel #hobie brown #smut #spiderverse #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown x reader one shot #hobie brown x you #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #hobart brown #hobie x reader #atsv #atsv x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk #atsv hobie #hobie brown fluff #spiderpunk x you #hobie brown fanfic

[yellowflowerbub]

Getting Geto to send is quite the task.

He’ll pretend he’s too good for it, like he’s above sending dick pics or vids of him fucking his fist but he planned to send from the moment you first asked him.

He just wanted to see you ask a few more times so he can hold it over you.

Not in a mean way because he wouldn’t really make you feel bad about yourself but in a teasing “if you insist” way

“You can’t wait till I come back home?”

“My pretty baby wants to see my cock that bad, huh?”

“Ask me again real nice and I’ll think about it, okay?”

And then he sends this masterpiece that has you salivating.

Pressing play launches you into the lewd scene Geto's displayed. His loose pants' zipper is as far down as it will go and the fine leather belt around his waist is messily unbuckled. His legs are spread wide. Wide enough that his crotch presses against the fabric of his bottoms.

"Hey, baby." He coos. "Since you wanted to see me so bad I guess I'll send you a little somethin'." 

Geto's hands trail down the silky button up he wore to the black boxers that peek from underneath the pants' zipper. His thumbs slip into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down far enough that his dick springs free and falls back onto his stomach. When you look a little closer, you catch the shine of pre spread on his tip.

"Fuck," He mutters, "I'm hard already. I was rubbing myself through my pants while I was texting you." 

He doesn’t feel an ounce of shame when he admits how hooked he is on you all because he was sure you were worse by a wide margin. He was aware of what he did to you. How he made you feel, how needy, how feral he made you. It gave him a rush of power, power that shot straight to his ego and his dick.

He brings one hand to his tip, his palm engulfing it. Geto very slowly rubs the head creating a lewd sound you turned your volume up to hear. His chest began to shakily rise and fall as he muttered perverse things under his breath. 

“You need it bad, don’t you baby?” He drags as he lets his hands fall down the length of his cock. His fingers finally wrap around it yet he continues at the agonizingly slow pace he’d rubbed the tip of his dick with. 

“Wish you were here. I’d take my cock and slap it on your tongue while you stick it out for me. I know you’d like that. You’d like anything I give you.” 

He strokes his length faster as he speaks, his own words driving him as crazy as they do to you.

“I’ll make sure I give you what you need the minute I get home, gorgeous. I’ll treat you so well,” He purrs, “Oh fuck, I’m getting close.”

His filthy sentences slip into incoherent rambles as he jerks off solely, chasing his orgasm he feels near. “I’m cuming, I’m cuming, oh fuck.”

Geto finishes all over his hand, some of it dribbles down his cock. With a few heavy breaths and a few more swears, the video comes to an end. “See you when I get home, baby.”

#getou x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto smut #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru #suguru geto x reader #geto x y/n #geto x you #suguru geto smut #jjk smut

[mustainegf]

dilf teacher! dave mustaine who teaches female reader how to touch herself

WOAH im gonna award you with best request of the fucking century, this shit has me EXPLODING. I love for this one so much nonnie. Literally dm me I wanna be ur friend 😭

The lecture had long finished, and I found myself staying late with my professor. Professor Mustaine.

He had very long ginger hair, and sharpest, most handsome eyes you'd ever seen. They were enough to slice me in half.

He was tall too, and I loved how his broad shoulders tapered down to his narrow hips. He was so beautiful that sometimes I wondered if he was real. If he wasn't some figment of my imagination.

I know he could tell I had a bit of a crush on him, because he didn't let other students sit in his lap like I was right now.

I Knew it was crazy. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was scandalous. But I couldn't help but love how he made me feel. "Tell me sweetheart.." he trailed off, running his hands down my body. "How often to you touch yourself for me?" He asked with a smug grin.

I blushed. My face turned bright red. I turned my head away from him, but he caught me, turning me back towards him. "Answer me." He said firmly.

"I-I don't know what you mean?" I said quickly.

"You mean to say you've never touched yourself?

You've never masturbated?" His voice rose into a laugh as I nodded shyly. "Oh, sweetie. It's time you learned then isn't it?"

He said softly. I nodded again, this time my eyes pleading with him to take me. He chuckled slightly.

"Stand up sweetheart." He ordered. I stood up and stepped out of the chair. I glanced around the room, wondering who would find us here. But when I Looked back at him, he was still staring at me.

"Look at me," he ordered, and I obeyed. "Good girl.

Now take your clothes off for me." He commanded, and once again, I did as I was told.

When I was naked, I felt self-conscious. But his hands on me brought me to life. They made me want to be the best version of myself. To please him any way he wanted. "Is that better?" He asked. I nodded.

"Sit on my desk," he instructed, helping lift me up onto the large desktop. My leg instinctively shut, afraid of him looking at me down there.

He stood behind the desk, my back laying against his chest. He had a good view down my body and where I would soon play with myself. He smiled, seeing my discomfort, and said, "Open them for me. Open your legs." I obeyed him hesitantly, feeling foolish that I hadn't done this sooner.

I was scared, I had never done this before, but I was grateful to have professor Dave to show me how.

He gently brushed the hair out of my face and looked me in the eyes. "We will go at your pace. I promise. I just want you to know how to make yourself feel good when I can't."

He took my hand in his, slowly pulling my fingers to my crotch.

I squirmed under his touch, wanting more.

Wanting all of him. But I trusted him, and I knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

He took my finger and placed it over my clit, circling it slowly. It took me a second to adjust, and then the pleasure hit me like a brick wall. It felt so good, better than anything I've ever felt before.

"Rub in circles, can you do that for me?" Dave whispered, still softly guiding my hand.

I nodded and began rubbing in little circles. He leaned forward, kissing my shoulder. It was so soft and gentle, I felt as though I were floating. It was hard to keep focus on what I was doing.

"Such a good job, does that feel good?" He asked gently, watching with the hungriest eyes as I masturbated for the very first time in front of him.

"Yes, Sir." I moaned, unable to answer any other way. "Lower your fingers, feel how wet you are,"

he ordered, making me lower my fingers so I could feel how slick my pussy was. I gasped slightly at the fluids dripping down my thighs.

"Is that all for me, sweet girl?" He cooed, also reaching down to feel how soaked I was. I nodded hastily, my pussy throbbing with these new sensations.

"I want you to put two fingers inside of you," he instructed me. "B-but profess-" he cut me off before I could finish. "Do it, I promise it'll feel good."

I did as he said, sliding two fingers into my hot core. I gasped in shock, and he chuckled slightly.

"That's it. Feel how tight you are? That feels so good, doesn't it?" I nodded, breathing heavily.

He took my hand in his, showing me how to use my thumb on my clit while my fingers were deep inside of me. Slowly, he guided my hand, making sure I knew exactly what to do.

It hurt a little bit but I quickly got used to my own fingers, curling this slightly as I fingered myself.

The pain turned into a delicious ache, and soon the only thing I was able to focus on was the arousal.

"That's such a good girl," Dave encouraged.

I could feel the knot in my stomach becoming increasingly tight and I had a feeling I was gonna cum. "Professor, I think I'm gonna cum, what do I do?" I whined in panic.

"You don't need to do anything, just let it happen," he reassured me. "Let go." And that was exactly what I did.

I continued to work at myself until I finally felt release, it was the most pleasure I'd ever felt in my life, all compacted into a few seconds. I moaned out, squirting cum all over my legs and our hands.

The liquid sprayed slightly until it came to a dribble, a puddle of cum all over his desk.

"Oh god," I breathed out, completely spent. Dave chuckled. "Well, there's your first lesson."

I exhaled with a slight laugh, leaning my head back into his shoulder. "Did you like that?" He asked me softly, brushing my cheek.

I blushed slightly, trying to ignore the strong urges that were still running through me. "Y-yes, Sir." I stammered, unsure what to say. "Good girl," he praised, kissing my cheek.

#mustainegf #dave mustaine x reader smut #dave mustaine fluff #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine fic #dave mustaine fanfiction #dave mustaine #dave mustaine smut #metal #reqs open #smut #request #smutshot #megadeth fanfiction #megadeth smut #fanfic #megadeth headcannons #megadeth x reader #megadeth

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack - Playful and Crazy

In the spirit of Valentine's Day, I've decided to just write something in the spirit of love. What better way to show myself love than with some sugary sweet self-indulgence with my OTP? I just let things flow wherever it took me with Alice and Jack loving on each other, without really fretting about any bigger purpose, polishing, or any real beginning or end.

No real warnings apply, just some sweet making out and silliness from a clown who has an appreciation for television and a ray of sunshine who drives him crazy. Who doesn't love to reference a good sitcom that they grew up with when the mood is right?

Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you all have a wonderful one and that you enjoy my story. Love you all and, as always, thanks for reading and sending me sweet comments!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

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Alice ran her fingers through his blue hair. It felt soft and silky, not at all stiff like a wig or as if it was dyed. Jack let out a low, pleased rumble at the back of his throat as he leaned into her touch. His expression was one of pure contentment as his eyes drifted closed. His adorable dreamy smile seized her heart in a gentle squeeze.

“Alice,” Jack sighed. He shifted as Alice brought her fingers back to his forehead, nuzzling into her arm before pressing his lips to her wrist. “My sunshine…”

Alice shivered at the way his voice and warm breath caressed her skin. “Jack…,” she said softly as he planted another kiss there, then another. Slowly he worked his way down his arm, planting countless playful pecks that tickled and warmed her all at once.

“Cara mia,” Jack said with a playful note to his voice, his eyes dancing as he met her gaze.

Alice tried not to laugh, but it escaped her anyway in a snort. Of course this television clown would make a TV show reference. “You’re so cheesy,” she teased before breaking off into giggles as he peppered her with intentionally ticklish kisses.

“Querida mia,” Jack cooed in a poor Italian accent. His movements became a bit more exaggerated with every kiss, making the reference even more intentional, but each kiss carried his sincere love for her.

Alice giggled as she watched her silly clown perform, using her arm as a prop. “Do you even know what that means?”

“No,” Jack admitted playfully between kisses. “But I do know that it means you’re the only one for me, sunshine.”

Alice felt a flush of warmth that brought a rosy hue to her cheeks. “You’re the only one for me too, mi amor.”

Jack’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and he flashed a wide smile. “Sunshine, that’s French!” He practically attacked her arm with kisses. “You know it drives me crazy when you speak French.”

Alice fought not to laugh at his silly antics, giving him a smile that barely managed to hold onto its wry hook. “A-actually that’s Spanish.”

Jack paused for a moment, as if caught off guard or contemplating, before he went back to kissing her arm. “Alice, that’s Spanish! You know it drives me crazy when you speak Spanish.”

Alice couldn’t hold back her laughter that time, and every kiss only made her cackle even more.

It was only when Jack worked his way up to her shoulder and his lips found her neck that Alice started to go breathless for a different reason. Silly pecks slowly started to linger, his mouth gently sucking on her skin with every kiss that blazed a trail upward along the hollow of her throat. Gently, he raked his teeth along her skin before nibbling on a particularly sensitive part, eliciting a gasp that turned into an adorable almost mewling sound.

“God…,” Jack murmured against her neck, and Alice could feel his smile against her skin. “It drives me crazy when you make those noises for me, sunshine.” He leaned back just enough to see her flushed face, those plump pink lips that beckoned for his. “You drive me crazy… so, so crazy…”

Alice didn’t get a chance to respond before Jack claimed her lips with his. She moaned what would have been his name if his tongue didn’t slide into her mouth to twine with hers, making words impossible. She gave up on any sort of witty retort and savored the kiss instead, wrapping her arms around her lover’s neck to draw him closer.

It was only when both of them were left breathless and gasping desperately for air that they parted, mouths wet and connected for a moment more after that. Jack admired the haze of love and desire that clouded her bright blue eyes, taking pride in knowing that he was the cause of it. He was the reason she was so worked up. He was the only one she looked at that way, the only one who she would ever look at this way.

A part of Jack wanted to show off, to brag to the world that only he was worthy of Alice. He was the only one who could drive her wild and make her weak with need. Another part of him was greedy like a dragon with its hoard, wanting to lock her away in their own little world where no one could take her from him. Nothing would take his sunshine away from him. He’d never allow it.

It scared him sometimes how badly he needed her.

“I can’t help it,” Jack said softly, more to himself than her. “I can’t help but be crazy for you, Alice. I love you so much… I need you.”

His answer was a kiss, as Alice pulled him back to her. Jack melted into her lips, moaning as she took the initiative to deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue along his intimately. She twined her fingers through his hair, tracing hearts along his scalp and making him shiver as the kiss ended.

“I love you too, Jack,” Alice said breathlessly. She placed a kiss on his painted nose before giving him a crooked smile. “You’ve made my life crazy, you silly clown, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Jack chuckled as Alice teasingly poked her tongue out at him before he captured it with his lips, leading them into another deep, wet kiss. He pulled her close, savoring the warmth of her body against his, how her delicate fingers toyed with his hair and scalp.

“Good,” Jack said once they caught their breath again. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m holding you to that,” Alice said as she playfully, but gently, tugged on his hair for emphasis.

Jack shivered at the feeling and his smile took on a hungry edge to it, like a predator salivating over his prey. “You can hold onto me as tight as you want,” he practically purred before his voice turned teasing. “You can pull on my hair as hard as you like too. I don’t mind, you know~!”

Alice blushed harder at his suggestion and sputtered for a moment before she recovered. “You really are a crazy clown,” she said with a soft chuckle, before giving his  hair a slightly firmer tug. “Just… let me know if it’s too hard.” Her smile faded just a little. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Jack said. His voice was soft but full of conviction so strong that Alice couldn’t help but believe it too. “Don’t worry… I’m tougher than I look, you know. Besides, I’d enjoy it if you played a little rough with me sometimes.” He added a playful wink to lighten the mood. “I love how gentle you are with me, Alice, but I’d love to drive you just as crazy as you make me. I want you to lose control with me, go wild for me, want me, need me, until you can’t think about anything else but me… how much you love me and I love you.”

Alice let out a quiet chuckle at that. “Trust me, there’s no one else who makes me wild like you, starlight.” She punctuated her words by nipping at his lower lip before drawing back. “I’m crazy for you, Jack. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Alice,” Jack sighed happily before he closed the distance between them in another kiss. He smiled against her lips as he felt her give his hair another, much more firm tug. He moaned her name in approval before drinking deeply of that sweet mouth that always knew the right words to say to fill his heart with love.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #My Writing

[hanasnx]

babe it's okay bc dick grayson IS over 6 foot and he has a long cock (i saw it!!!!) 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

wishing i was his sunshine gf who he spoils rotten 💔💔💔💔💔 he always makes jokes about how he's almost a glorified sugar daddy, but you always rush to reassure him you don't care about the money (he knows lmao) and im so sorry for this but, dick grayson has a voyeurism kink, a somnophilia kink and an arm kink bc he likes it when you cling to his arm like a koala to a tree.

he always gets home late after patrol, and seeing his pretty girl in any way is what gets him going, so he just couldn't keep his hands off you. you woke to your underwear being on the ground, and with his fingers in you 🤭

he always a spends a fucking FORTUNE on you whenever you go out, but he never lets you see the price tags. like my dude RUSHES to cover them so that you don't worry your pretty little head off <3 he started doing that after you told him "if you keep spending so much on me, dickie, you're gonna be in debt by the time we've been dating for like- a year!" so he's very cautious now. can't have his pretty girl worrying about that of all things! especially when you're as rich as him, i mean, all of things he buys is barely a dent in his bank account..! as long you let him touch your pretty pussy while you sleep, wash his hair (!), and be his sunshine, he'll be fine !!!!

(im literally so obsessed w him 😓)

baaabbbeeeee stopppppp

(me when someone says “arm kink”)

behold. elite arms for your arm kink viewing pleasure courtesy of a one dick grayson

☥ i think i saw somewhere that he was canonically 5’10 and that’s good and all, still very tall like i won’t deny it. i just feel like he has crazy tall energy.. and i’m a fool for “glow ups” and growth spurt trope. like in the first season he was shorter than everyone, and then second season he’s taller than everybody like 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i can’t get enough of it. he’s got like 6’2 energy to me

☥ thank you for telling me about your headcanon kinks for him bcos i’m still trying to delve deep into his psyche over here. still trying to figure him out, my sexy little human rubik’s cube

“he likes it when you cling to his arm” is soooo real. like where other couples would hold hands, you hold his arm. feeling his muscle under your palm 🫠

☥ when he realizes you’re awake, he whispers over the wet sounds of your pussy, “shh, baby, go back to sleep… just couldn’t help myself. be done soon.” he coos, and you’re so groggy you hum in content, adjusting further into his warmth while he’s toying with you.

☥ “cant have his pretty girl worrying” PLEAKBSLWBEME

“as long as you let him touch your pretty pussy” HFSLDHSLKCJS IM SO 🔥🔥🥵‼️

the fact he’s fucking loaded fr. he doesn’t like to flaunt it really.. a silver chain for himself here, an expensive motorcycle there… he’s very cautious with it. never liked the mansion life, too big too lonely. the apartment guy, the city guy,… unless he’s with you. then he feels like he wants to step it up. especially bcos he wants to fuck you that night after your luxurious outing

#cheesecakeswiftie888 #reader insert #thanks for the msg!! #x f!reader #dick grayson smut #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader

[oceanlix]

Day 6: Younghoon

Pairing: Younghoon x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 985

Warnings: Teasing, dirty talk, slight spanking, dry humping, edging, fingering, begging, thigh fucking, creampie, unprotected sex

Smutmas 2023 Masterlist

You should be paying attention to the movie, but it’s kind of hard to do with your boyfriend’s cock pressing against your ass. You squirm a little, trying to get away, but Younghoon’s hand grabs your hip easily, preventing you from moving.

“Shh,” he coos, cupping your pussy over your underwear. You knew you should’ve worn some shorts with the hoodie you’d thrown on, but it was a lot warmer earlier and you didn’t feel like wearing more layers than necessary. Now, as he presses his fingers against your folds and your pussy starts to get wet, you’re regretful. “Seems like you need me, baby.”

You don’t argue, your breathing shaky as he continues to play with you absentmindedly. You know he’s not going to let you cum for a while, even with his cock pressing against you firmly. Younghoon loves to see how far he can take you, there’s a thrill in it for him.

“Come on,” you beg, grabbing his wrist and trying to at least get him to put a couple of his fingers in you. The gentle friction isn’t enough for you right now. But Younghoon pulls his hand away entirely, clicking his tongue.

“You know better,” he says, smacking your ass in warning. You hiss at the burn, scooting away from him as much as you can. “Take what I give you, or you don’t cum at all.”

You let out a frustrated sigh, but nod in agreement. He chuckles, pulling you back flush against his hard cock. Younghoon ruts against you for a few moments, groaning in your ear and driving you crazy. Just when you think he might cave and fuck you properly, he pulls away, placing a hand over your soaked underwear once more.

“If you can cum before the halfway point of the movie, I’ll fuck you for real,” he rasps into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You look at the timer on the DVD player, seeing you’re already 30 minutes into the 90 minute movie. That means you have about 15 minutes to get yourself off? You think you can do it, especially with the way you already feel yourself leaking all over the place. You turn your head and nod, accepting his challenge.

“You can only rub against my fingers,” he warns, pressing them against your folds and making you moan. “Don’t grind back against my cock or you’ll automatically lose.”

You want to complain, but you know that’s just a waste of your remaining time. Instead, you focus on the feeling of his fingertips against your pussy and get to work, rocking your hips rhythmically. “Fuck,” you curse, the wet spot on your panties getting bigger and bigger.

It’s always hot when Younghoon plays these games with you, as frustrating as it is. You love feeling so naughty, only getting off from his fingers and nothing else. It’s a little more fun to play in public and run the risk of getting caught, but here in the comfort of your own home is good too. He knows how to talk you right to an orgasm, that voice of his sending you over the edge so easily.

“Come on, you can do better than that,” he teases, pushing his fingers a little deeper. Your panties stick to you a bit when he lets go, turning you on even more. You fight the urge to rub your ass back against his cock, not wanting to lose the game so quickly. “Get my fingers nice and soaked, baby.”

You cover your face with your sleeves and whine, loving the way his words make you feel. Younghoon pulls your panties to the side and puts his fingers directly on your folds, your breath hitching as you take in the new feeling. It’s going to be even harder now to follow the rules of the bet, but you suppose that’s half the fun in this.

“Need you so bad,” you moan, swirling your hips. Your thighs are getting soaked with your juices, even dripping down onto the couch. You’ll have to clean that up later, but right now, you’re totally lost in pleasure.

You’re a little surprised when Younghoon breaks first, grunting and rolling down your panties to your knees. He slides his cock between your thighs, gripping your hips so your legs stay pressed together tightly. “Don’t move,” he tells you, and then he’s fucking between your wet thighs at a rapid pace, chasing his release.

It’s so hot how he loses total control of himself. You can’t help but reach down and touch your clit, watching his cockhead appear and disappear between your thighs. You wish it was inside you, throbbing steadily, but this is almost as good, especially when you feel precum squirt onto your thighs and mix with your own fluids.

“Gonna fuck you so good after this, baby,” he promises, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “I’ll paint your walls white and you’re gonna keep it all inside for me, yeah?”

You scream when he shifts slightly and his cockhead bumps up against your clit, cumming hard around him. It catches you both off guard, Younghoon’s hips stuttering as he squeezes your hips tightly. A couple more shallow thrusts before he’s following you, shooting his load between your thighs and onto the couch. You’re exhausted and messy when it’s all over, the hoodie bunched up under your breasts as you try to catch your breath.

“Holy shit,” you mutter, glancing down at the huge stain on the couch. Yep, definitely gonna have to clean later. You forget all about it when Younghoon turns your face towards him, kissing you as he strokes your cum soaked thighs.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he praises, patting your pussy gently. You whimper into his mouth, pressing back against his cock subconsciously. “Now let me keep my promise from earlier.”

#the boyz smut #younghoon smut #tbz smut #younghoon x reader #younghoon fic #smutmas 2023 #my fics

[leejenowrld]

Hi! I was wondering if we could get a top 5 mad Jeno moments? I just love their relationship dynamic!

yes!!! idk if this means mfal! jeno and mfal! yn together but i’m just gonna do jeno for now, if you want one with them as a couple send another ask <3 y/n may be included in some of these :)

number one has to be the orgy’s, i’m not gonna lie, he’s been in a few. it’s all consensual and everhone involved is on board! jeno just loves being used in orgy’s like this, he’s different when it’s one on one but when it’s multiple girls? yeah. one will be riding his cock and using him to get off, one will be sitting on his face, one will be riding his thigh, he’ll be fingering two girls. it’s just really hot. if there’s another girl involved and they can’t get into the orgy because he doesn’t have enough sexual spaces on his body lmao then he’ll just swap the girls out one by one and make them sit and watch and make them cum in front of him and let’s be real! he’ll probably make them cum on him.

number two is a mfal!jeno and mfal!yn moment. don’t worry. these two have been crazy! my love @siordior helped me with this idea. sp they're into exhibitionism. once they were at a party and y/n had been a brat, teasing him all night long, so jeno takes matters to himself and just grabs her and fucks her on the couch infront of all of his friends. he's making her a moaning mess right in front of them, they're both exposed for anyone to see and you know? it kinda fucking turns them on. all of their friends are allowed to watch but none of them are allowed to touch because jeno would never let any of them touch his girl

number three another one where my love @siordior helped me again. once jeno and y/n had all the people who've tried to ruin their relationship in one room and make them watch him fuck y/n, jeno would use toys on her first like a vibrator then y/n would have him handcuffed to the bed making sure he's visible to all the girls then yeah he’d fuck his cock!! (prior to this they told them they're free to leave if they felt uncomfy) but they all fucking stay 😭😭 they know they can’t have a piece of jeno so they rather watch him. trust me guys, all the girls who jeno used to fuck are still hung up on him!! he’s just that good in bed

number four another y/n jeno moment, i’d say it’s the times where they fuck like bitches in heat? it’s when they have the house to themselves, the couch, the wall, against the desk, against the kitchen counter top, against the fridge, on the floor, against the wall, in the shower, missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl, riding, creampie, choking, spitting, slapping, restraining, face sitting, anal, oral (f+m receiving) it’s just the fact they do everything and anything and in every location of the house. it’s happened multiple times. they go through condoms like it’s insurance.

now finally, number five is just jeno threesome moments, he’s had many. it’s been two girls x jeno or two guys x one girl. he’d surprisingly take the soft dom role in some of these threesomes and wipe the girls tears, kiss her so fucking softly, coo at her, let her cum, call her his ‘good girl’ or he’d be the mean dom (85% of the time) and god he was fucking brutal. slapping, edging, he’d be so fucking mean 😭😭

#jeno smut #jeno x reader #nct #nct dream #nct jeno #jeno fluff #nct dream jeno #jeno #nct 127 #jeno imagines #jeno angst #jeno nct #jeno moodboard #lee jeno #jeno icons #nct fluff #nct reactions #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct icons #nct u #nct new team #nct x reader #nct dream x you #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #fic mfal yn #fic mfal

[poetryandfluffycats]

A Producers Reward

A/N: im sick so this is mainly just mugi brainrot. also first real time writing smut so cant promise it will be amazing

Pairing: Tsumugi Aoba x fem!producer reader

Warnings: NSFW, tipsy sex, oral sex(f receiving), penetrative sex, petnames(princess, baby, good girl), breeding kink, praise, light amount of teasing, very light spanking, semi-public sex(in a closet), mildly ooc Tsumugi(hes drunk soo), soft dom Tsumugi

Content: You attend the release party of a new album from Switch, the idol group you produce. A very tipsy Tsumugi finds you during the party, desperate to show you how much you mean to the unit.

Words: 2.2k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

Voices boomed from throughout the party venue, which had been decorated with an abundance of green and white streamers and ribbons. This was what made your job as a producer worthwhile-witnessing your idol group, who had spent all their hard work and energy on their new album, be showered in praise at the release party. Seeing the bright smiles and looks of achievement on the members of Switchs faces made all the stress worth it.

You sat down on a sofa, swirling your wine as you watched Natsume make a speech up at the microphone. You could see Sora sitting down close to the microphone, staring up at his senpai with much admiration and respect. He looked adorable in his little suit-like a real cutie-and you couldn't help but feel a smile tug at your lips as you looked at the younger idol.

"Enjoying yourself, producer?" The couched dipped slightly as a familiar face came and sat down next to you.

"Ah, Tsumugi. Yes, its lovely" You took a sip of your wine. "I'm glad everyone is enjoying themselves"

"Hmmm, yeah. Its all thanks to you, producer" Tsumugi hummed whilst taking a sip of his own drink, his eyes not leaving your form. "You put so much effort into our group"

You couldn't tell whether it was the alcohol or Tsumugis gaze that was making your cheeks red and hot, and you were grateful for the dim lights of the room. "Its a team effort, really. I only play a small part in your success" You waved your hand dismissively, trying desperately to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

Tsumugi took another long sip of his wine, his intensive gaze washing over you again. A shiver ran down your spine. You'd never seen him look at anyone like that before, let alone you.

"I think you don't give yourself enough credit" His tone suddenly dropped, a stark contrast to the cheerful one you were used to hearing. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he shuffled closer and your whole body tensed up.

"Tsumugi?"

"Switch would fall apart without you, (name)" His large veiny hand met your thigh, gently stroking the plush skin.

You bit down hard on your lip, trying to suppress a soft moan from escaping your lips. The sensation of his fingers running up and down your inner thigh was enough to drive you crazy.

"You work so hard for us. You reward us so well, but who rewards you? Who takes care of you?" He cooed, his breath tickling your neck as he leaned in closer. His voice was full of lust, laced with the desire to take you right here on the sofa. It was as if the wine had released some carnal urge in the blue haired idol. "Don't you think you deserve a reward?"

"A reward?" It was getting hard to think coherent thoughts as Tsumugis slender fingers gazed over your clothed cunt. You could feel your wetness pooling inside your panties, soaking them.

"Yes, a reward" He placed a sloppy kiss to your neck, biting down softly. "Don't you want a reward, princess?"

The petname went straight to your core. There was no way you could resist him now.

"Please! Please Tsumugi, please reward me!" Your words came out as a rushed moan as he continued to rub up and down your soaked clothed cunt, a lustful smirk appearing on his face.

"Good girl"

With that, he pulled you up. His grip on your wrist was tight-nearly painful-as he dragged you through the party. The two of you received many strange glares and glances as you rushed through the crowd, probably due to the arousal you could feel dripping down your leg and Tsumugis painfully hard member straining his suit pants. You didn't care though. The only thing you cared about right now was Tsumugi.

"Ah!"

You gasped as you were thrown into a storage closet. Tsumugi very swiftly shut the door, clicking the lock into place. It was pitch black in the closet, the sound sounds being the muffled music from the party and your tiny whines and pants.

"Shhh, you have to be quiet baby" Tsumugi purred at you, one hand snaking around your waist to pull you close and the other being placed over your mouth silencing you. You couldn't see him in the darkness, but you could feel his hard cock pressing up against your thigh. "If you can be quiet, I'll make sure to fuck you real good, okay?"

You nodded desperately, tears beginning to prick the corners of your tears because of how desperate you were for his touch.

Tsumugi grinned and removed his hand from your mouth, replacing it with his lips. He wasted no time brushing his tounge into your mouth, the bitter taste of red wine filling your taste buds. The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated, his movements were almost animalistic as he devoured your mouth.

His hands began to roam across your body, sitting comfortably on your ass. You groaned into his mouth and arched your back as he kneaded and squeezed the soft flesh through your skirt, giving it a light spank.

"Such a sluty little outfit, such easy access for me" Tsumugi murmured as he pulled away from the kiss, a string of sailva drooling down his chin. Delivering another soft spank to your ass, he chuckled slightly. "Just begging to be fucked"

"P-please, need my reward..." You muttered, reaching for his belt. He slapped your hand away, causing you to whine and pout.

"Ah, Ah, Ah. You need to be patient, baby" He tutted, sliding his fingers down the waistband of your skirt.

In one swift motion, he pulled down the garment and got down on his knees. He buried his nose into the warmth of your panties, breathing in deeply.

"You smell so good" He cooed, lapping up the wetness that was dripping from out the lace. A sinful moan escaped your lips as his tounge slid over your clothed clit. Your legs felt as if they were turning to jelly. "Tastes good too"

He quickly ripped the thin layer of lace off your body and discarded them on the floor beside him. You didn't even have time to be embarrassed of your nakedness before the idol buried his mouth onto your clit, sucking it harshly.

"Fucking hell" You cried out, your hips bucking at the contact. You could feel his grin as he continued to suck and lick your sensitive bud. The sensation was enough to drive you crazy.

Suddenly, he pushed his middle and index fingers inside your sopping cunt. He trusted them deep, scissoring them and hitting all the sweet spots inside of you. He began to niddle softly on your clit, flicking his tounge up and down. Your legs shook as you grinded your pussy against his face like a dog in heat, desperately chasing your orgasm.

"M-mugi~ close-Ah!" You whined as he increased the speed of his fingers, smirking against your clit as he silently added a third digit. You were a complete mess. Sweat was dripping down your face and thighs, mixing with the juices down your leg. Your body trembled and shook violently.

"Cum for me, princess"

With one final flick of his tounge, the knot in your stomach snapped. You threw your head back and arched your back, screaming out Tsumugis name. White clouded your vision and you swore you saw stars as he continued to fingerfuck you through your high, your walls clamping down against the digits.

"Such a pretty girl" He retracted his fingers from your hole, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth, licking off the slick and allowing some of it to drip down his chin. "You're so good for me, (name)"

He stood up, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss. The mixture of the taste of your own jucies and the red wine was intoxicating in your mouth. You couldn’t help but reach for his belt again, trying to undo it. Your movements were clumsy, long gone any of your previous patience.

"Need you...need your cock now" You whined into the kiss as Tsumugi moved his lips down onto your neck. He sucked and sunk his teeth hard into the skin, no doubt leaving countless hickies and burises.

"I know baby, I know" Tsumugi cooed, licking the pluse of your neck. "I'll give it to you, don't worry. Gonna stuff that pretty little hole of yours and breed you nice and good"

"Breed me!~ Need it so bad!" Any shred of dignity you once had had disappeared, leaving you a horny mess. You tugged harshly at his belt, causing the idol to chuckle and swat your hand away again.

"So needy for me, aren't you princess?~" Tsumugi purred, finally helping you undo his belt and letting his trousers fall to the floor. The outline of his bulge was more visible through his boxers. The sight made you clench around nothing.

He pulled his boxers down, his erection springing free and hitting his lower stomach. You couldn't see such in the darkness of the closet, but you could tell he was big, a very prominent vein going up the shaft. A small puddle of precum was gathered on the tip, leaking down.

You didn't have much time to admire though, as Tsumugi quickly grabbed your waist and slammed you up against the wall, using his own hips to sandwich you between him and the cold brick.

"F-fuck, Mugi!" You cried out as he rutted his throbbing length up and down your folds, coating it in your slick.

"So wet for me" He purred against your ear, nibbling the shell of it. "Do you want it inside?~"

"Please! I need your cock!"

He lined his tip up with your entrance, pushing it in agonisingly slow and drawing out a low moan from your lips.

"G-god, you're so fucking tight baby" Tsumugi hissed into your ear as you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him in deeper. Burying your face into his shoulder, you chanted his name like a prayer as he stretched you out. It burned slightly, but it was the best pain you'd ever experienced.

"So big-Ah!" You babbled, digging your nails into Tsumugis shirt and holding on for dear life. He bottomed out inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix and his balls flush against your skin. You felt so full.

He gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size before giving you a sloppy kiss on the lips. "Can I move, princess?" He muttered, hot breath tickling the side of your face.

You nodded frantically, "Please!~"

That was all the prompting he needed. In a swift motion, he pulled out, leaving only the tip inside before thrusting back in brutally and bottoming out again. He set a rough pace, the sound of his balls slapping your skin filling the room along with the squelched noises of your hole.

"Such a good girl, t-taking me so well" He praised you, peppering kisses across your face. "So beautiful"

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a straggled moan as Tsumugi hit that sweet spot inside you. You clawed at his back, the pleasure taking over your mind.

"Yeah? Right there?~" The blue haired idol teased, angling his hips to continue abusing your g-spot. Tears pooled in your eyes, you had never felt this good before. "You like that baby?"

"Yes! G-god, love it s-so much!" You groaned, pulling him in for another heated kiss. You could feel the knot in your stomach threatening to snap again. "Needa cum!"

"Gonna cum for me princess? Gonna milk my cock dry?" Tsumugi's thrusts were becoming more uneven and messy, he was close too. "F-fuck, you drive me crazy. Wanna fuck you every chance I get. Fuck you round with my kids. You want that baby? You want my cum?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Wanna be a mommy, wanna carry your babies!"

With one practically hard thrust, the knot in your stomach snapped for the second time that night. Your whole body spasmed, vision going blurry and your walls clenching and milking Tsumugis length. A loud moan ripped from your throat and you were sure everyone outside could hear you.

"Fuck, (name)!" Tsumugi came not long after you, coating your walls white and filling you to the brim with his cum. He continued to slowly rock his hips against yours as you both rode out your highs, panting heavily.

The two of you stayed in that position for a moment, catching your breath and enjoying eachothers warmth. You felt his member soften inside you.

"Are you alright?" Tsumugi broke the silence, gently pulling out of you and helping you to the floor, sitting down in front of you. "That wasn't too rough?"

You shook your head, resting it on his shoulder, "No, it was amazing. You were amazing"

"Good, I'm glad" He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, rubbing circles on your back. "Do you wanna go back out there?"

"Hm, can we stay like this for a bit longer? My legs are sore"

"Yeah, of course, princess"

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars oneshot #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #enstars x reader #oneshot #tsumugi aoba x reader #tsumugi aoba #switch enstars #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut

[fatuismooches]

smooches did you hear the theory about pantalone apparently not being super calm in collected

i saw a theory that used wanderers and Childe's voice lines about how he's super pushy about the idea of fair exchange through the gods and mortals, and apparently it's hard for anyone to know what he's saying which is why he's business partners dottore because DUE TO HIS INTELLIGENCE HE'S PROBABLY THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN MAKE EVEN A BIT OF SENSE OF THESE GODFORSAKEN RAMBLINGS

anyway imagine cuddling with this man and he goes on this whole thing about fair exchange and you're just like "darling go to sleep" i think the reader would also be able to make sense of his ramblings because they hear them so often, he also melts if you're engaged and asks some questions because he's not used to people understanding him but will also understand if you don't want to hear his ideas at 3 in the morning (he will still be pouty about it later)

i still like the calm and collected version of him but also imagine this man not letting you leave his lap as he goes on about his views on fair exchange as he does whatever

i think the suave, cool calm and collected pantalone and this rambling pantalone are the same, i think he's both tbh but i wanna know your thoughts because it hasn't left my head at all - 🎈 back again

YESSSS I KNOW THAT THEORY😭😭 I LOVE IT DEJDKDWK I THINK IT'S TOTALLY TRUE. I believe that he keeps up a calm persona around most people, like his business partners etc since you know, you can't be acting crazy around them when there are negotiations and Mora on the line 😅 But when he's around different people. Like Childe for example. He will literally just go on and on, unprompted too! You're listening whether you want to or not (Too bad Childe doesn't know what the hell he's talking about, bro's scratching his head and nodding 💀💀) Scara on the other hand doesn't care and says he's delusional but... I think Pantalone's onto something here. I stand with him 😤 I bet even though Dottore understands he probably gets fed up from time to time since he really does not want to be speaking this long with him 💀 He has other things to do than listen to the banker ramble on... So yes he's a rambler but tends to keep it to himself most of the time, just because he needs to keep up appearances for regular people. Though... I'm sure some of the regular fatui have heard him go on.

"Darling go to sleep" is so real 😭 Like you love him but you're also worried for his throat because how is he speaking that much without any water? Also your beauty sleep sir. When Pantalone wakes up grumpy he refuses to let go of you. But YEA you would definitely be able to understand some of it at least, you may not make sense of everything but it's the effort that counts! If you not only indulge him but genuinely ask questions he will be. So. Freaking. Enamored. He will literally delve into a whole other conversation which makes you both very happy and a little bit worried because you love seeing him so excited but also you know neither of you is sleeping for a while- (that's fine... he's a cutie so he gets a pass) Falling asleep during one of these convos means he's gonna be cooing at your adorable question but also a bit pouty because "he was just getting to the good part!" (he's been speaking for hours)

I think and love him being calm too but, I think when he starts getting more rambly, not just about fair exchange, but about other things in general, it shows that he really trusts you enough to let you into his mind and the things that trouble him :3

#smooches talks #🎈 anon #pantalone love notes <3 #he can ramble all 24 hours of the day ill listen 😛😍 #likeeee DO U HEAR THIS MANS VOICE??? free therapy he may be ranting but its still soothing #omggg thank u for this brainrot tho ill be thinking of it sooo hard😔🫶🫶🫶

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Summary: So, yeah, Eddie has a little crush. Between working in the garage, school and late nights thinking about a special someone, he doesn't quite think he has the guts to do something about it. But, that's okay. She might have them.

Additional Tags:Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Masturbation, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Jealousy, Recreational Drug, UseUnderage Drinking

Music Recommendation: Cherry Pie by Warrant

Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here

(ps. it’s a long one, boyos)

Working as a high school student can be tiring, but on the bright side, it does line your back pocket with a safety net. Well, not if you're Eddie Munson. His uncle, Wayne, had recently broken his ankle and, therefore, couldn't pick up as many hours at the plant. So Eddie had to find a job as sick pay was not enough to support them.

Luckily, he found one that he actually enjoyed. Isn't that crazy? Going to work and not being bored to death was the only luxury Eddie had. Fuck, he'd prefer to go to work over school. Maybe he should drop out.

No. No, he shouldn't think like that. Of course, he should stay in school. That's where his friends were. That's where the Hellfire Club was. That's where Y/N was. He had no idea why he made a distinction between his friends and Y/N. Y/N was his friend. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Yet, there was that time that they were hanging out in the woods behind the school and she'd managed to get a leaf stuck in her hair, and being the gentleman he is, he politely tried to remove it for her.

"Shift over a bit. You've got something in your hair."

She did as he said, leaning closer to him so he could fish the item in question out. His fingers gripped onto the leaf and, unknowingly, a couple strands of her hair that he accidentally pulled as he brought his hand away.

Due to the harsh tugging on her hair, she let out a low groan and a "Oh, fuck," on an exhale. Eddie didn't say anything. He didn't even move his hand. That sound played over and over in his head. It was as if he had heard it before in a long lost dream. There was something about it that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Eventually, he let go of the leaf and, after a few awkward seconds, he stuck his hand in his pocket and turned his attention to the woods instead of the source of that heavenly sound that he'd previously been staring at: her lips.

Sheepishly, he apologised, not able to look at her without getting a little red, "Sorry. Didn't mean to yank so hard."

"That's alright," she cooed and reassuringly bumped her shoulder into his. She looked across at him, trying to search those big, brown eyes for whatever had clearly made him uncomfortable, but he averted his gaze. "I know you weren't trying to hurt me."

Oh. So she thought he was acting weird because he'd injured her a little, only a minuscule bit of pain (that she actually quite enjoyed, but he didn't know that), and he could work with that. That was a better reason than the alternative, you know, the real reason.

If she thought he was acting a bit strange towards her, she wasn't prepared for the next week as he tried his absolute best to avoid her. Did he have a valid reason to do so? Mostly no.

After their interaction in the woods, Eddie couldn't get his mind off of Y/N. And that moan she made. Like, what was up with that? Why did it sound just so... so perfect to him? Why did he want to hear it again? And again. And again. It plagued his thoughts as he went through his classes, and whenever he could, he tried to steal glances at her, desperate for a clue as to what she could possibly be thinking. Was she thinking about him?

Wait, wait, wait, why did he care?

One time, she caught him, so she smiled and playfully winked at her friend, causing him to quickly look down at the textbook in front of him, which was something he never did. He didn't want her to think he was like... like into her or anything. That'd be so awkward.

You know what would be even more awkward? Lying in bed at night and thinking about your friend. It was innocent at first. He was planning on telling her all about his strange obsession with the noise she'd made and explaining why he'd been acting the way he had.

Then it happened.

Before he could stop himself, the image of Y/N biting her bottom lip so that she wouldn't be so loud as he mercilessly railed into her popped into his head and wouldn't leave no matter how he tried to shoo it away. Just the look on her face, the way her eyes were half closed and glazed over, as she eagerly took everything he gave her, had him weak.

Jesus Christ, what had he done? It took all his self-restraint to stop himself from ripping the sheets off of him and running to her right then and there. But no, that would be crazy. Insane. Completely out of his mind. And, she probably wouldn't want it. She wouldn't want him. Why the hell would she want a guy like him?

He had to calm down. He had to stop. He just had to. He wished he had managed to stop. He wished he had somehow managed to control himself. Because now, he couldn't stop. Now, he had to do something. Now, he had to act. He couldn't just lie there with a boner.

"Fuck, Y/N. Take all of me, baby," Eddie moaned as his hand made its way to his cock, slowly moving against himself. His uncle was at work; he could be as loud as he wanted to be. He got louder and louder as he increased the pace of his strokes, groaning out into the silence, "That's it. That's it. Holy fuck, sweetheart."

Hurriedly, he closed his eyes, blocking out everything but her, and soon enough, his hand was moving faster and faster until, finally, he couldn't hold back and his load flowed out of his cock, landing directly on his stomach and causing him to instantly regret his decision..

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He mumbled in disbelief, looking down at the mess he'd made. He fumbled around for a tissue, trying his best to swipe most of the puddle on his stomach away before he made his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. "Oh, God. What the fuck? Fuck. I've...why? Why did I do this? Shit. Shit. Shit. I didn't... fuck."

Could he ever look her in the eyes again after what he'd done?

Yes. Yes, he could. He had to. He had to see her. He had to look in her eyes and tell her all about his sudden, wild attraction to her; tell her about his uncontrollable lust for her; his need for her. What the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn't he stop thinking about her?

Walking up to her the next day, he realised, yeah, he'd never be able to admit that. She'd stop being his friend if he did that. Actually, he knew she'd still interact with him, she'd just act differently towards him. And he'd act differently towards her too. He knew it. It was best to keep it inside, to not tell her. After all, he really liked being her friend.

Weeks passed and he still spent his nights dreaming about her, then feeling extremely guilty about it when he saw her next. It was torture. A torture that he kind of enjoyed. Maybe he had a thing for her. He didn't think so, though. No. It was just his hormones, that's all. It was because of him. It had nothing to do with her.

Yeah, it had nothing to do with how she'd smile at him with that goofy grin of hers, or touch his arm when he'd get called on in class and secretly mouth the correct answer to him. Absolutely nothing to do with how his heart would flutter when she'd roll her eyes or tease him. And definitely nothing to do with how she'd calm him down by placing his head in her lap, gently massaging his temples and untangling his knotty hair after a particularly bad day at the hellhole that is Hawkins High.

Hormones are a bitch, amiright?

Y/N walked up to his locker, rhythmically tapping against the door as he placed what she recognised as the notebook containing all of his DM notes into it. There was a slight pause when their eyes met when the metal was no longer hiding her, but it was quickly resolved with a grin as she greeted him with, "My dear Eddie, how are you on this fine morning?"

It was an innocent enough question. She was just being her usual goofy self. Nothing out of the ordinary. He paused, turning to look at her and mentally having a go at himself for immediately focusing in on her lips. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, shifting to her nose before he forced a smile and responded, "I'm good. Totally not prepared for the English test at fifth period. You?"

"Are you free fourth?" He nodded. "You're a lucky fella because there's this really awesome; super smart; super good at English friend of yours who is willing to help you out."

Teasingly, he joked, "Oh, sick. Who's that?" and managed to get out of the way before she jovially slapped his arm. "Hey, how would you like it if I smacked you?"

Without thinking, she responded with, "My answer would change depending on where you tried to smack me." He paused, looking at her with raised eyebrows as she offered a small, sheepish smile. She managed to save her dignity by continuing, "Yeah, like, a smack on the elbow is going to hurt much less than one to the boob, you know."

"No. I don't know."

She shrugged as she opened up her own locker, placing her textbook inside and shutting it before grabbing her bag and walking with him to class. An overexcited sophomore ran past them, bumping into Y/N, so she reached to hold onto Eddie's arm to stay upright. He looked down at her, a cute smile on his face as he jeered, "Falling for me?"

A light dusting of pink spread across the apples of her cheeks as she offered him a cheeky grin before she released him from her grasp. "You wish."

Keeping his mouth shut, he continued to follow her into the class, his eyes glancing between her and his desk for the entire period. Plus, he could pretend that he was just getting distracted by the way she tapped her foot against the floor every couple of seconds. He kept catching a glimpse of that tattoo he'd given her a couple of months back, which was peeking out from under her sock. He found himself needing to look away in case he lost his mind and ravished her right there in the middle of the room.

When she was bored and near to him, she always brushed her finger against his bat tats, so he knew she liked them. He wasn't surprised when she enthusiastically agreed when he offered to do the same on her ankle. Later that day, they were in his bathroom. Y/N sat on the toilet lid, her foot perched up on the sink as Eddie slowly and carefully poked her with the inked needle. The number of times she dramatically cried, "Ow! You stabbed me!" to mess with him was uncountable. He'd stop and quickly check that she was fine every time, just in case, just in case she was being real.

But, she never was. After every fake yelp, he'd shake his head in disbelief and smile to himself.

Oh shit. They had matching tattoos. His and hers. It was as if she'd allowed him to physically mark her as his but hid it from the world, hid it with her sock.

When he was done, he'd turned around, his back to the mirror, and his arms resting on the sink as he looked at her. He raised his eyebrow in curiosity when she reached up to gently touch her tattoo, running her fingers over the bat. "Do you like it?" he asked. "Do you think it's cool?"

Beaming at her new ink, she pulled her foot closer to her face to really inspect it. It was so cool. And he'd done it for her, so that was double cool. And it was free. Triple cool. So, she got off the toilet, wrapped her arms around him, swaying side to side a little as she hugged him, and gave him a grateful peck on the cheek as a thank you. "It's super cool, Munson, just like you. I love it. Thank you."

He rested his chin on the top of her head as he hummed in contentment. "I'm glad," he replied. "I am super cool now that I think about it."

Fourth period came, and he made sure to hurry to her third period class so he'd meet her as she came out. She didn't need to know that he'd skipped his last class, but if she asked, he'd tell her. That was one of the things he hated most about Y/N: her presence was so comforting that he often just told her everything. (Within reason, of course. He still wouldn't divulge that he jacked off to her every night. She didn't need to know that bit.) He hated that she could give him 'that look' and the truth would come spilling out past his lips, but he didn't care. It wasn't a big deal. And it made him feel good.

Plus, whenever she looked at him with those adorable eyes of hers, he felt completely seen. Completely understood. It was comforting, and he needed comfort.

Then when he saw her talking to fucking Freddie Thompson, he got a bit... What was the right word? Annoyed. Suspicious. Protective. Maybe even possessive. If you really want it to be damning, some would've defined it as, well, jealous. He didn't like the way he felt or anything that came with it. The way his chest tightened. His grip strengthened on the handle of the tin box he carried around. His jaw clenched. And he felt the selfish desire to go and interrupt whatever they were speaking about.

Because why the hell was Y/N talking to fuckboy Freddie?

Her back was to him. He placed his box down on the water fountain behind them and slithered his arms around her shoulders as he leaned in close. If she hadn't recognised the rings, he would've got a surprise smack around the face for that one. But, she did recognise the rings, and soon relaxed and melted in his embrace.

"Hey, freak. You know Freddie, right?" Her tone was light. So innocent. So unaware of why he'd acted the way he had.

"Yeah, yeah. We're in the same gym class," he replied in the friendliest tone he could muster.

Freddie tried to joke, "Surprised you know that since I don't think you've ever shown up," but it fell flat. It was supposed to be a playful type of teasing, but it came out as teasing, just regular teasing. And, for some reason, it really bothered Eddie. He felt her stiffen in his grip. Or was it his grip that stiffened on her? Did it matter?

He nudged his nose into her hair and glared at Freddie, waiting for him to get the hint to piss off. Freddie didn't. He and Y/N continued talking for the next couple of minutes, going over everything about the project that they were paired together on. Oh, so that's why they were talking.

Well, shit. He'd overreacted.

Still, she smelled amazing. Clean. Fresh. A tiny bit like cherries. Probably the complete opposite of him. Weed. Axe body spray. And a hint of petrol.

Dropping his chin to rest on her shoulder, he stared at her lips as she said to Freddie, "I'll see you tomorrow. We can make a start and hopefully be done by next Thursday. Okay?" but didn't take in anything. Eddie wasn't paying attention to her words. He was too busy fixating on her pout.

The other boy left, leaving the pair of them alone. A sigh slipped out of her lips and she unconsciously began comfortingly scratching the crown of his head. The feel of her fingernails going through his hair felt so good that he closed his eyes in bliss. Something was on his mind, she could tell.

"What's up with you? Did Mrs. Patrick kick you out again?" she asked, trying to ease him out of it.

"No," he replied in a mumble. "I was... It's nothing."

"Eddie," she chided him, her tone playful. He just continued to mumble.

As if she'd been summoned, Mrs. Patrick made her way down the hallway, stopping in front of the pair to sternly chastise, "Mr. Munson, take your grubby hands off Miss L/N."

To which Eddie did, dramatically lifting his hands up in surrender and flipped her off when she'd passed them. "Fucking bitch."

"Yeah, what a bitch," Y/N agreed, then gave him 'that look.’

"I swear, it's not a big deal. No need to worry." She went along with it, for now, gently putting his messy fringe back in the correct place after she'd accidentally tousled it a bit. He continued, trying his best to ignore how intently she was surveying his luscious locks. "Can we not go to the library? I heard some of the drama kids say they were going in there, and I'd rather not get roped into doing the school play again."

Walking past him and towards the car park, she teased, "But you were so good as the Lion," and didn't bother to ask where he'd prefer to study. She knew. He quickly followed her, jogging a bit to catch up, then he realised he left his box behind and hurried back to get it.

"Shut it, Toto."

When they reached his van, he swung the side door open wide and gestured for her to go in before him, not closing it behind them as he was sure they needed the natural light to be able to see the work. She sat down on the cool, cluttered floor, and he crawled in after her, flopping his head on her shoulder as soon as he was next to her.

"You smell good," he said, closing his eyes and breathing it in deeply, trying to memorise every intoxicating aroma.

Y/N rifled through her bag, searching for the correct textbook as she pointed out, "You're awfully touchy today. You wanna talk about whatever is on your mind?"

"Nope. Not at all."

He pushed his face off of her and turned his head so that he could see her. Their faces were only a few centimetres apart. And that's when he noticed the deep bags and the puffiness around her eyes. She looked exhausted.

"Woah," he exclaimed, feeling bad that he'd spent so much time trying to avoid looking at her that he'd completely missed this. It made him feel like a shit friend. "Tough night?"

"My neighbour got a new dog last week. One of those little, yappy ones and it will not shut the fuck up," she replied, still distracted with finding the appropriate book.

He stopped her hand, making her cease her search, softly assuring her, "I can always fail if you'd rather use this time to sleep. One more F is fine with me."

A big, sleepy smile spread across her face as she heard his considerate words. She found the correct textbook and realised that she'd shifted past it before due to her sleepiness. She brushed over his comment and stated, "Come on, you'll love The Crucible when you get to know it."

Taking her time to go over everything he needed to know, explaining it in a way that he would take it in. She made sure he was prepared to take the test. It was a story about witches and (possible) deals with the devil, so it was right up his alley. In class, he'd just completely zone out, not listening to a single word the teacher said.

But, here, with Y/N going over everything, making sure to point out all the aspects she knew he'd find interesting, Eddie found himself becoming interested in the story. He was enthralled by the story and by Y/N.

Still, that didn't mean he didn't try and mess with her. During a moment when she brought her water bottle to her lips, his intrusive thoughts won and he hit the bottom of it, causing the liquid to slosh out and drench her shirt. "Fuck," she cursed, glancing down at her shirt and then at him.

"You're soaked," he informed her as if she wasn't aware, his eyes trained on her chest since her shirt had turned a little transparent due to the water. As hard as he tried, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her boobs. He felt his dick twitch and nearly leapt out of his skin. God, he wanted to fuck her so hard.

Holding the damp cloth away from her body, she exclaimed, "You fucking asshole," but couldn't keep her smile down. She reached under her shirt, placing her hand under the wet patch and jovially shoved it in his face, wiping all the moisture against his features.

"Get off me, you heathen," he joked, trying to sound stern and serious but failing miserably. As soon as she brought her hand away, he decided to tackle her to the ground, excitedly wrapping his arms around her waist and pinning her beneath him. They hit the floor of the van with a giggle, and she pulled him in closer to her chest. "Gross, now my shirt is wet too."

"Whose fault is that, Eds?" she replied. His heart was racing faster and faster as he gazed down at her. He was nervous, but he refused to show it. Her eyes were shining as she looked at him. He wanted to kiss her, but he'd promised himself he wouldn't do anything like that. They were just friends in the end. "Stop squishing me, you dork."

Before he could do something he might regret, he slid off her and rolled onto his back beside her on the floor, propping himself up on his elbows to look at her. He reached to his right, his hand finding the duffle bag he used for work and pulling it onto his abdomen, rifling through it until he found his spare Hellfire shirt.

"You're lucky I came prepared, sweetheart."

"I wouldn't need luck if it wasn't for you," she retorted, then mimicked his little, "Sweetheart."

He shook his head, grinning. How had he gone so fucking long without noticing how freaking cute she was? They'd been friends for years, and he'd only noticed in the past few months that she was… well, she was beautiful. Like, extremely pretty. He didn't really know why it had taken him so long to notice, but it had certainly been worth the wait.

Her fingers found the hem of her shirt, and just as she was about to begin undressing, he declared, "At least wait until I close the door!"

"We're the only people in the parking lot!"

"Still, there could be a creep, you know, creeping around. Silently."

Obliging, she waited for him to slam the side door shut and half expected him to get out too. But he didn't. Yet he did make a big show of turning his back to her as she changed. He knows he shouldn't have done it, but he couldn't help it. He glanced slightly over his shoulder in the hopes of seeing something, some flash of skin, some peak of her curves. And he got way more than he bargained for.

Thanks to his actions, the water had seeped its way through her top and into her bra, so that was soaked too. It had to come off. It just had to. He caught the moment where she reached behind her and released the clasp, shimmying out of it then letting it drop into her lap. He could only see her back and the slightest bit of sideboob, but it was the hottest thing he'd ever witnessed.

Feeling his gaze, she turned her head and caught him ogling her, and the moment their eyes locked, he sheepishly turned back around, mentally insulting himself for being so pervy. The moment she was dressed, she joked, with a blush across her face, "You can turn around now. Fully around this time."

He did. Here she was. Right in front of him, wearing his t-shirt like she was supposed to do that. He couldn't believe his luck as he let his eyes run up and down her body. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. That was his shirt. His. Nobody else's. She was his.

"It's comfy," she commented as she sat on the floor of the van, her back against the wall, a satisfied smirk on her face as she gestured to his shirt. "It smells like you too."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be. I like it." No way. That had to be a lie. She couldn't like the way he smelt, not like that. He sniffed himself. Yeah, no way she was telling the truth about that.

But she did like it. She liked it a lot.

As he watched her, he had to fight back the ache in his chest that came whenever he was around her. He sat down, leaving a pretty big gap between them, which she closed by shuffling closer and propping her head against his shoulder, using him as a pillow.

"Wake me up when lunch is over." She had such a cute little grin on her face as she looked up at him. He couldn't remember ever wanting something so badly, ever wanting something so much that it took his breath away.

"Wait, sit on my lap. I can assure you it will be comfier than the bumpy ground," he offered, patting his thighs and giving her the biggest puppy dog eyes. She complied with a little hesitation. He almost squealed when her hand fell to his hip and her head tucked into his collarbone. For some reason, it made him blush.

Tauntingly (but not really), he jeered, "Is my princess comfy?"

"Don't call me that, but yeah."

It was a testament to how nervous and excited he was that he didn't even realise what he was doing as he tightened his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as she… well, she drifted off to sleep against his chest. He wasn't going to think about it too hard, because he couldn't actually take his eyes off of her. She smiled in her sleep, and he watched, just entranced by her.

If this was love, it was seriously the best drug he'd ever tried. He didn't even care that they were in a van in a parking lot and not some grand romantic location that he'd planned to woo her in. It was just his van. And that's okay. She was in his arms, where she belonged in his mind.

Yeah, he'd known it for a while, but now he was absolutely, one hundred percent sure. This was love.

Oh fuck, it was love.

The way her hair fell around her face, the way she fit so perfectly against him, the way she didn't even know she was doing it, he was pretty sure she didn't. And he couldn't do a goddamn thing about it, except hold her a little tighter and wait for her to wake up, wait for her to wake up and say his name, which she did when he gently swiped his thumb across her cheek, waking her in the most comforting way he could think of.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he whispered, pulling her closer. She slowly blinked up at him, her eyes wide and a little dazed, and he wondered how she could possibly look so cute after just waking up. He usually looked like a complete mess when he woke up. "I hate to inform you, but it's time to get our asses to class."

Then they did in fact go to class. Y/N had a hard time staying awake for the test. She missed the warm comfort of Eddie's body and the way his scent surrounded her. But, she'd settle for the cool, uncomfortable wooden desk for now. As soon as she was done, she lowered her head to the desk and fell back to sleep.

Again, Eddie woke her up, pulling the same move from before as he carried her bag for her, insisting that they skip last period because she "should get some goddamned sleep." It was a tough case to argue. She didn't really want to be there anyway. So, she ended up passing out for the rest of the school day in the back of Eddie's van, curled up against him on his lap, falling back asleep with a smile on her face.

There was something new between them. The way he talked to her and looked at her, smiling, gentle, caring... She could tell that something had changed, but she didn't know what exactly. She could only assume that it was for the best. He was so nice to her. She'd never had a cute, nice boy be so sweet to her before.

And this was repeated every time that annoying mutt kept her up for the next week, which was every day. The other members of The Hellfire Club noticed Eddie's absence from lunch, but the only thing he'd say was that he "Had something more important to do than hang out with you losers."

Tests suck. Everyone knows that. Eddie never really gave a shit about his grades - hell, that's why he failed to graduate so many times - but even he couldn't deny that it felt fucking awesome to get a B on his English test. He was a couple of marks away from a B+, but hey, it was better than any grade he'd gotten all year.

Mr. Farrell gave everyone their results back and even stated, "Well done, Munson. Didn't know you had it in you."

It was a backhanded compliment, but Eddie took it with a wide grin and showed Y/N his paper, pointing excitedly at the big red B. She proudly whispered, "Knew you could do it. That's my freak!" and he swore he felt his heart explode out of his chest. His cheeks flushed and he looked down at the desk, smiling to himself. That felt good.

Real good.

At lunch, they actually hung out with their other friends. Y/N wasn't really in The Hellfire Club - she had subbed for them a few times and thought it was fun but never became an official member - so she often sat with her other friends. It was nice to sit with them and chat, but if she was being honest with herself, she preferred being with Eddie.

Yet, they'd hung out so often this week, so he probably wanted a break from her.

Nope. Completely wrong. He spent the entire lunch period unsubtly sneaking glances at her, much to the amusement of his friends. And much to the amusement of her friends too, "So, little Ms. Munson finally graces us with her presence."

"We are just friends."

"Yeah, right."

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes. But, she also wouldn't mind being more than friends with Eddie. If she could ever find a way to get him to like her, that is. She'd been trying for years with no luck. It was only recently that she gave up being someone she thought he'd like and just started being herself.

One of Y/N's friends, Mary, decided to inform her about the rumour that "Jake Blackmore said that he saw you getting into the back of Eddie's van the other day. What did you guys get up to in there?"

"On Tuesday? Oh, we were studying for Mr. Farrell's English test."

"What about Wednesday?" Kate asked, raising an eyebrow.

A small smile appeared on Y/N's face as she admitted, "I was taking a nap."

"Oh, honey," one of the girls said, rolling her eyes. "You really want to fuck the freak, don't you?"

It was fine when Y/N called him a freak. Or when one of his friends did. Anyone else was a no-go. Showing her annoyance, Y/N warned, "Don't call him that. It's not nice." There were some tittering sounds to that, but nothing more.

When Y/N looked back up at Eddie, he gave her one of his charming smiles and quickly pretended to be looking at something else. Oh fuck. That smile. That smile was trouble.

"I heard from Poppy Dylans that he threw a flash bomb into the girls' changing room in seventh grade."

This story had made its way through the school so many times and nobody got it right, so she had to correct them, "It was a stink bomb; it was eighth grade and I helped him do it."

"Well, Thomas said he found him dissecting a raven in the woods outside of the school last year."

Again, another twisting of what happened. "Nope, it was the parking lot and someone had run over it. Eddie took it to the veterinarian down the road but it died on the way," she replied, getting uncomfortable about how little they actually knew about him and just believed the hearsay. "He got a bird tattoo on his right calf the next week."

There was silence for a moment at her table, and Y/N tried her best to ignore that little twinge in her heart when she saw him fidgeting and looking at her again.

"Mimi Riger said that Tobias bought what he thought was cocaine from Eddie, but it was actually smushed pop rocks."

"Now that one is true." Y/N laughed and picked at her food, not really caring for any of it.

All of her friends started listing off all of the rumours they'd heard about the infamous Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. Most of them were based on some kind of truth, the tiniest slither of what actually happened mixed with outlandish claims about how weird he was. Y/N didn't really pay attention to the rumours anymore. They were all so ridiculous that they didn't deserve a reply.

Except the one about him being a demon. That one gave her something to laugh about."Yeah, he's just that scary. I can confirm that I hang out with a demon on the reg," she sarcastically replied. "You fucking idiots."

Honestly, at this point, Y/N had gotten sick of all of their chatter and decided to clean away her food tray, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she got up. But she did not return to her friends. No. They were getting on her nerves today.

"Hey, Eddie. Mind if I sit with you guys for the rest of lunch?" His eyes lit up and he nodded, beaming as the rest of his table gave each other knowing glances. Her friends were basically whispering behind their hands as they watched this unfold. It was annoying.

"Any seat is yours, m'lady," he exclaimed, motioning for her to sit down. When she did, he smiled at her and she could swear he was trying to wink. What a dork.

Perched next to Dustin, as Mike had unfortunately gone to the bathroom and had been absent when his seat was stolen, she turned to the younger boy and greeted him, "How's my favourite Hellfire boy doing?"

Eddie's expression dropped. Was Dustin Y/N's favourite? That can't be true. It just can't. He couldn't help but whine, "I thought I was your favourite boy."

"You're a man, not a boy," she pointed out, then pinched Dustin's cheeks, claiming, "And Henderson is just the cutest little guy."

A man. Eddie puffed his chest out a little. He was a man in her eyes. He'd heard her complain about high school boys before, but he wasn't a high school boy. No, he was a high school man, which sounds slightly creepy and demeaning, but it meant that she saw him above, well, them.

Dustin's face scrunched up, and he squirmed in his chair at her touch, playfully slapping her hands away from his face. "You better take those hands off me, Y/N, or there's a high likelihood that you'll never use them again," Dustin joked, doing exaggerated karate moves in an attempt to keep her at bay. She just chuckled at him and kept messing with him, occasionally jerking her hand towards him so he'd show off his chop, which he seemed to enjoy.

As did Eddie, who thought it was the cutest thing in the world to see his protégé/surrogate brother/future of Hellfire and his girl play fighting like absolute idiots. He leant his head on his fist, ignoring the looks that Gareth and Jeff (and Mike when he returned and grumpily sat down in the seat next to Y/N) were giving him.

Walking her to her next class when lunch was over, Eddie handed Y/N the books that he'd very chivalrously offered to carry for her and declared, "Thanks for the help with the B. It is very much appreciated."

"Oh, it is?" she teased, mindlessly touching his bicep, which was firmer than she remembered. Not that she often felt his muscles. Without thinking about the connotations, she inquired, "Have you been working out, Eds?"

Fuck. Fuck. Had she just flirted with him? Was it an accident? Or... did she mean to make him blush? Awkwardly clearing his throat, Eddie rubbed the back of his neck and answered, "Uh, I think it's all the heavy lifting I do at the garage. You know, tyres and shit."

"And shit," Y/N repeated, nodding as if she knew. Her mind was a mess at this current moment.

"To, uh, say thank you..." He took a deep breath to summon the courage to ask, "I could fix that rattling sound that your car makes for, you know, for helping me. You could always bring it to mine tomorrow if you want to. Do you want to?"

"Oh god, you don't have to do that. You don't want to spend your Saturday fixing up my rust bucket," she dismissed, eyes wide. She couldn't believe he'd even noticed that. It annoyed the hell out of her whenever she drove, but she didn't have the money to fix it.

"It wouldn't take much time, two hours at most. I have a hunch about what's wrong." Y/N's eyes glimmered as she imagined his handy, strong hands on her car, so she nodded. That was a sight she definitely wanted to see. The enthusiasm on her face caused him to go further, "Yeah, and afterwards, Rick just got this shipment of some real strong shit and we can try it out? Maybe order some pizza?"

So, he wanted to fix her car, give her free weed, and feed her? Only a fool would turn that down. And Y/N was no fool. "You're spoiling me, freak," she smiled, her cheeks flushed and her heart fluttering when he beamed back at her.

God, he was adorable.

"Anything for my princess." It slipped past his lips before he had a chance to think about what he was going to say. Now he was the one blushing, his cheeks becoming deep red as he mumbled, "I..uh, I've got to get to class. Bye, Y/N!"

Yelling at him before he got too far away, she called out, "What time tomorrow?"

"Anytime after twelve."

"Got it."

Saturday couldn't come soon enough. Eddie was eagerly awaiting her to arrive at his trailer. He'd asked his boss to borrow some of the necessary tools - which he may have secretly already put in his bag - for his weekend project. His boss was impressed, thinking that it was a job out of a desire to learn rather than one to show off to the girl he liked. Hey, it could've been both.

Around one in the afternoon - she would've arrived at twelve on the dot but didn't want to seem too eager - Y/N's car could be heard coming. Her stomach fluttered and her entire body tingled in anticipation.

As soon as she arrived, he sauntered out and made sure he was quick enough to open her door for her. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, after all. "Took you long enough, loser," he greeted, flashing that adorable shy grin of his.

"You said after twelve. It's after twelve," she quipped back, giving him a playful shove. He closed the door behind her, placing his arm against where she'd leant back on her car, his body almost surrounding her in a protective embrace. "What's the plan then, Edward?"

He looked her up and down, drinking in her appearance. Since it was the weekend and she didn't have to adhere to restrictive dress rules, she'd decided to wear a short skirt and a crop top. Fuck. He had some ideas of what he'd like to do, none of which he had the guts to actually initiate, but he loved the thrill of her being around him.

"You sit over there and look pretty. I'll try to figure out what the hell you broke."

"Oh, so I have the hard job."

"You have the easiest job in the world," he complimented, though he was unaware that he'd said something incredibly sweet. He retrieved his tools, leaving her smiling to herself as soon as she realised what his words meant, and returned to immediately start on the car.

Fortunately, she'd left a book in her car and read that as she parked herself on the steps of his trailer, occasionally taking her eyes off the page to see what the hell he was doing. She had no idea. He tried to explain to her what he was doing, but he could see the imaginary question mark over her head and just told her the basics.

"Just like I suspected." He waved her over and pointed to a part under the hood. "Your fan is fucked."

"It sounds so awful because of the goddamned fan?" she asked, incredulous. He smiled and nodded.

Jokingly, he swiped his finger against some oil and brushed it across her nose as he taunted, "It's because you're such a shit driver."

Y/N crinkled her nose up and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "That's rich coming from you."

"I'm fast but controlled, like a true professional."

Scoffing, she retorted, "Yeah, a professional jackass." He laughed - a genuine, heart-warming sound - and continued his work on her car, humming Metallica as he went.

The sun shone and the temperature rose. Y/N couldn't help but look up when she noticed a bead of sweat running from Eddie's neck into the neckline of the wife beater he was wearing. She quickly closed her legs and looked away.

For a moment, she flirted with the ridiculous urge to run her hands through his hair, a dark, tousled mess of curls that were always a bit mussed, moving it out of the way as he bent over the exposed hood. Instead, she returned to looking at her book and tried not to stare too obviously, lest he think she was crushing on him or some shit. God, she really needed to stop this.

At one point, Uncle Wayne came out to join Y/N. His ankle had mostly healed, so he hobbled out and ruffled her hair with a hearty, "Hey, kid."

"Hey, Wayne. How's the foot?"

"Oh, you know, as annoying as the Fourth of July, but getting better. I go back to work on Wednesday. I'm sure Eddie will be glad to hear that I'm getting out of that bush he calls hair." Wayne perched beside her and checked out the book in her hands. "You're only on the contents page? What have you been doing this whole time?"

"He keeps singing Fight Fire With Fire, then gets half way through it and switches to Ride The Lightning, then starts over again," she pointed out, gesturing to the Metallica lover in front of them. "Why he can't finish the song, I don't know. I keep waiting for the end, but it never comes."

Wayne chuckled, joking that, "Well, it all sounds the same to me."

Finally finishing, Eddie punched the air after a success and turned to Y/N, throwing her keys at her as he exclaimed, "Try it out and try not to break anything else."

She laughed and caught the keys out of the air, hurrying into the driver's seat to test it out. It took a couple of minutes, but a miracle had happened: there was no mind-numbingly annoying rattling sound. It had magically disappeared.

"Thank you so much, Eds. You're too good to me," she stated, climbing out and attacking him with a hug, which he accepted and even lifted her in the air a little bit as she laughed. "How the hell did you do that?"

"I have no idea, but I'm taking full credit," he joked as he placed her back on the ground but kept his hands firmly on her waist. "Watch out, I'm a bit grimy."

Remembering that his uncle was observing them, she told him, "I was going to kiss your cheek, but I think Wayne might get the wrong idea."

He let his hands drop from her and scratched the back of his neck, getting some oil on the skin there as he repeated, "Yeah, wouldn't want to give him the wrong idea," as he gave a disheartened nod.

Uncle Wayne coughed to get their attention, then said, "I'm going down to The Redbrick at six. I assume I can leave you two to get yourselves something to eat?"

"Sure can, old man."

Letting out an amused huff, Wayne playfully warned his nephew, "You're lucky I'm still healing or I would've got you for that one, you little shit."

They made their way inside. Wayne to the living room. Y/N and Eddie to his bedroom, where he closed the door behind them. Just in case. Cause, like, it would be super awkward if he made a move and his uncle could hear him get rejected, wouldn't it? He didn't want Wayne to hear that. Eddie didn't want to hear that.

Immediately, as she stepped in, she noticed black nail varnish on his bedside table and asked, "You've been giving yourself manicures, eh?"

"I tried, and failed miserably." That was an understatement. When he attempted to paint his nails, it went everywhere. All over his hand. All over the bottle itself because he kept missing the entrance hole with the brush. All over his sheets since he accidentally tipped it and didn't realise it was leaking until it was way too late.

"After your shower, I can do it for you, if you want?"

"Really? You don't mind?" He said, smiling nervously. She was so weirdly nice to him. It was making his head spin, and he didn't trust himself not to screw it up.

She shrugged, and after a moment, he followed suit. "I think you might like it better if it was more pink," she teased, holding his hand and examining it. "Bright flamingo pink."

"That's a hard no."

He made sure to make his shower short and to the point. After he was done, he came back into his room with the towel around his waist - she was showing off skin, why shouldn't he? - and was shocked to find that he'd left one of his magazines out and she was flipping through it.

"She's got amazing tits," Y/N jovially declared, without looking up and gesturing to the porno mag she'd found on his floor. She let out a little, "Oh," when she finally glanced up at him, her gaze lingering on his bare torso for a moment too long.

Oh shit, had she just checked him out?

She quickly averted her eyes back to the magazine, trying to turn the page but being unable to. Gross. She threw it back on the floor as soon as she realised why the pages were stuck together, which resulted in him letting out an awkward chuckle. "What? I'm a man. I have needs, Y/N!"

Finding fresh clothes in an instant, he left and returned re-dressed and smelling good. When she turned her head to look at him, he was looking at her with a cheeky grin on his face, daring her to say something about the dirty magazine. She refused with a raised eyebrow.

"Sit," she ordered, bossing him around even though they were in his room. He did as she said and happily let her take his hands, gently pushing back his cuticles with her nails, prepping them for the polish. He tried not to get too excited, but the anticipation of her hands on his was making him smile just thinking about it.

"Is that a new ring?" she asked as she started to apply the polish, one hand holding underneath the finger she was focusing on and the other carefully painting the nail.

Glancing down at the ring in question - a simple silver band that he never took off - he replied, "No, uh, no it's not. It was my dad's. I usually hide it behind one of the bigger ones, but yeah, it's super old. It's to, like, commemorate him, you know. Even though he's a piece of shit."

"That's sweet of you," she complimented, giving it a light tap with her nail, then continued her work. "Too sweet of you."

The whole process was strangely calming, and he decided he was going to make the most of it. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of her hands on his, paying attention to how light her touch was, how gentle she was with him. It was so relaxing to be pampered like this. He'd almost forgotten how good it felt to be cared for.

When she was done, she softly blew on the varnish, drying it a little quicker. "Is it done?" he asked, making sure to keep his voice even and casual.

"Give it another minute or two to dry, then, yeah."

Patience had never been Eddie's thing, and Y/N knew that, so she made sure to occupy him before he'd smudge it everywhere by holding both of her hands up for a high five, or ten, I guess. When he did, she placed her finger in between his, interlocking them so he wouldn't be able to escape her grasp. Not that he wanted to. They kept their hands locked for a moment, neither wanting to pull away. He could feel himself smiling from ear to ear, and he was pretty sure it looked stupid.

"Thank you, Y/N."

Waving off him, she moved on to the next job she could do for him, inquiring, "I heard that people with curly hair should brush their hair when it's still wet, I don't know if that's true or not, but... do you have a brush?"

"Somewhere around here." He got up and began searching in the general area where he thought it would be. It took longer than it should've, but eventually he yelled, "Got it. Knew the bastard was under there."

She took it from him, picking some of the dust and debris off, throwing it into his bin while grimacing, before she used it on him. He plopped himself down at the edge of the bed, looking at her expectantly as she knelt on the mattress behind him, untangling as much as she could with her fingers before starting to work with the brush.

"How's that feel?" Y/N asked, keeping her voice soft. "I'm not pulling too hard, am I?"

"Feels so good," he answered, his sincerity genuine and full of lust. He couldn't keep himself from smiling. It felt so good to be this happy, to be in this situation. He found himself enjoying each and every moment, not wishing for it to end. He could sit like this all day if she let him.

As much as they both enjoyed it, there came a point when he was tangle free. With one final brushstroke, she declared, "There we go. Looking good, Munson."

Just as she was going to place her chin on his shoulder, Wayne popped his head through the door, shielding his eyes as if he expected them to be doing something scandalous and was rather surprised when that didn't happen. It's not that he wanted to see that, he just wanted Eddie to gather enough balls to make a move.

Eddie immediately straightened up, and tried, and failed, to look innocent - despite being innocent. Hey, he had a suspicious face. At least that's what the entirety of Hawkins thought.

"I'm off."

"When will you be back?"

"Before twelve."

Eddie nodded, making a mental note of that, and repeated, "Before twelve, got it."

It was quiet for a moment as Wayne tried to figure out what they'd been doing. It definitely wasn't making out: Eddie's smile wasn't big enough for that to have finally happened. Then he noticed the polish on his nephew's nails and the brush in Y/N's hand. Oh, they were having a girls' night in. Classic. It wasn't Wayne's cup of tea, but if Eddie liked it, he wasn't going to stop the kid.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, kid. That includes having a kid," Wayne teased, giving a light chuckle and then shutting the door again, leaving them in peace. Or rather, he left them stewing in the awkward implications of his words. Eddie sat there, his face heating up as he imagined the kinds of scenarios that Wayne was referring to, and he found himself more embarrassed than anything else. She was right next to him, for fucks sake.

Had she realised how deep his breathing had gotten? Was that flush on his face giving it away? Did she notice his rapidly beating heart? Shit, could she hear it? What if she did and it freaked her out? What if she freaked out and left? He didn't want her to leave. He wanted to keep her here with him. Forever if he could.

By the way he reacted to Wayne's comment, Y/N got a little disappointed. He seemed as if he was disgusted at the mere thought of someone joking about them being intimate. As if she was some sort of sexless, barren prude. Well, she wasn't. Not in the slightest. But the fact that he didn't like that comment stung a little, and it made her wonder if she had a chance at all.

Cutting the tension, Eddie simply breathed out, "Wanna get high?"

"Yeah, that sounds so good right about now."

"You call the pizza place. I'll roll."

They got on with their respective jobs. They'd done this before. So many times before. They'd done it so many times that she didn't even need to ask what he wanted to order: a portion of jalapeno poppers that she'd say she didn't want any of, but as soon as it was before her, she'd steal one from him; two fourteen-inch pizzas; and the largest batch of curly fries they sold, which the pair would share. It would be just them and their food. In his room. Doing whatever the fuck they wanted.

Her gaze fell on him as the call went through. Or, more specifically, her gaze fell to his hands as he rolled the blunt. Her eyes lingered over him, taking in every detail about them. She was so used to seeing them covered in bulky rings, but now they were plain. No, not plain. Plain makes you infer that it's a boring sight, and, to Y/N, his hands were far from boring, Maybe bare was the right word. She bit her lip and averted her gaze, embarrassed at her own lustful thoughts.

When their order was confirmed, she said, "So, what's this strain called?"

"Rick said it was named 'The Devil's Lettuce'." He gave her excited jazz hands as he said the moniker, and she couldn't resist smiling. Rick always sold shit with the stupidest names. Eddie placed the spliff between Y/N's lips and, with a dramatic flourish, opened his lighter for her and lit the end.

"To the devil and his vast assortment of produce," she cheered, taking a hit and letting the smoke wash over her senses. The flavour was strong and immediately hit her taste buds, warming and stimulating as it went down. It was a far cry from her usual tastes, but she found that the smoke gave her a sort of euphoric calmness.

She held it out for him to have a puff, and he obliged, inhaling deeply as he held the smoke in his lungs. He let it slowly exit out of his mouth, taking in every bit of the smokiness before releasing it in a set of five circular puffs.

"Holy fuck, that's good. Right?"

"Mhm," she responded, taking another long puff and closing her eyes as she let the relief wash through her. She was in heaven. This was the life. Nothing was better than sitting in his room high, smoking with him, and talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

They didn't have all the answers to life's questions, but they sure as fuck knew what they liked. And it was each other.

Leaning closer, Y/N decided to fix Eddie's fringe for him since it had dried a little out of place, moving onto her knees and closing the gap between them. She completely misjudged the amount of space between them and accidentally knocked their noses together, slowly brushing them against each other.

Giggling, she sluggishly placed her hand on his jaw and pulled away, apologising, "My bad. My bad. Wouldn't want to hurt that cute nose of yours," and kissed the tip of his nose before letting out, "See? You're fine. I kissed it better."

All he could do was gaze at her, dumbfounded. Did she kiss his nose? That was a start. A really good one. If he could get her to kiss a few inches lower, that would be the absolute jackpot. He could take it from there. As soon as she made it clear she wanted him, he could kiss her more, kiss her anytime he wanted to, and he wanted to all the damn time.

"I'll forgive you," he managed to say, watching as she brought the spliff back to her lips and took another hit. She playfully blew out the smoke onto his face as he jeered, "So you think my nose is cute?"

"All of you is cute." He grinned widely, his heart swelling at the genuine compliment. She was always so quick to make him feel good, even when there was no reason to feel that way. And she did it with such simplicity and ease, it was beautiful.

He could get used to this. He could definitely get used to how her thumb was tenderly moving against his jaw, how her fingers were on his neck, how her lips were so close, how she was so warm and kissable and would make him feel like the luckiest guy in the world if he could just fucking do it.

Having noticed that she hadn't removed her hand, Y/N quietly apologised and started retracting her hand, but he caught it and returned it to his jaw, holding his fingers over hers, trapping her into continuing the action. "Please don't stop doing that." He was essentially nuzzling into her hand at this point.

Quietly, she cooed, "I won't."

His eyes fluttered as he continued to gaze into hers, her touch sending little tingles down his spine. He knew that she could feel it, too. The way she was looking at him, the way she was touching him, made it impossible to think straight. He was thinking of all the places he wanted to touch her, all the things he wanted to do to her, when she decided to make an abrupt move.

Well, not abrupt. But it completely threw him off his thought process when her focus flitted down to his lips. Shit, shit, did she want him to kiss her? Was that what she was going for? He had no idea. His mind was on overdrive, his heart beating faster than he ever thought was possible as she made direct eye contact with him and...fuck it, he should just go for it.

"Y/N, I really want to -"

Fucking pizza. The pizza guy interrupted whatever he'd started to say, announcing his presence with a very loud, very distracting knock. Eddie was already pulling away from her, he couldn't help it. The moment had passed and he needed to get to the door before she asked him to finish his sentence.

The pair made it to the door. Eddie took the boxes, carefully placing them on the nearest surface as he searched for his wallet, fully intending to pay. Y/N slapped his hand out of the way and handed over the money straight away, smiling sweetly as the driver finally pissed off.

"Don't look at me like that. How much did that replacement fan cost? This is a two-way relationship, Ed. At least let me get the food," she stated, knowing full well that he was going to whine about her paying for him.

"Fine, fine, fine," he relented, the weed helping him accept her argument, and she breathed a sigh of relief. They wouldn't be squabbling about this.

Returning to his room to eat, they gorged themselves, happily stuffing their faces with all of the pizza they'd bought while Eddie regaled Y/N with an in-depth description of what direction he was planning to take his most recent campaign. It was safe to say that Hellfire was in for a lot of twists and turns over the coming weeks. He was so animated when he spoke about it, it was like watching a child discuss their new toy. And she couldn't help but find it cute.

Y/N listened to his every word, finding it fascinating, even though every now and then he would look at her and she'd catch a glint of something in his eye, something that looked very much like he may have been...or was about to suggest something. If he suddenly decided to pursue it, she'd be all for it. If he decided to push it aside and move on, she'd have to respect that, too.

When she'd eaten as much as she possibly could, she chucked her box onto his floor and flopped onto her back, flashing him a satisfied grin as her head hit the pillow.

"What are you so happy about?" he asked her, genuinely interested in the reason.

"You," she replied brightly, closing her eyelids and trying to block out his playful grin. "You make me happy."

Processing her words meant that he was quiet for a long time. She just laid there, content in the knowledge that he was there, not moving an inch, letting what she'd said sink in. She only opened her eyes when he let out the highest pitched batch of giggles she'd ever heard him make. It was so unexpected and so uncharacteristic, it took her completely by surprise. He looked like he'd just won the fucking lottery or something and she watched him, enjoying it immensely, his laugh making her crack up too.

When his laughter finally died down, he repeated in disbelief, "I make you happy." It was a statement, not a question. It was as if he was still coming to terms with this fact. He was quiet again, and when he spoke next, his voice was much softer. "You make me happy too."

She felt her face warm up and turned away from him, resting on her side so he couldn't see how red she was, but couldn't stop the gleeful incoherent noises that spewed past her lips. "Are you trying to nap?" he asked, a teasing smile on his face.

Napping? How could she sleep at a time like this? She shook her head vehemently. "God, no. Just thinking."

"What are you thinking about?"

'Please say 'you'. Fucking please be thinking of me,' he thought, but he held it in.

Silence. She didn't answer him, so he decided to get all up in her space by following suit, throwing his pizza box off his lap onto the floor and sliding in behind her, playfully tugging her closer to him. "You still haven't answered my question, princess," he murmured into her hair, which only made her shiver in delight. He was so close, so near, and his warm breath against her neck felt so fucking good.

"I was just… thinking about Gordon Parker's party last year," she admitted, hoping that he wouldn't laugh at her. "Do you remember it?"

"I remember getting there."

"Anything else?" she asked, trying to keep the eagerness out of her voice.

"No."

Oh.

"Well, you did get absolutely fucked, so that's probably why." She sighed, leaning back against him before she turned to face him, her eyes searching his as if she was looking for something specific. She only found confusion. There was no recognition behind his eyes of what the hell she was talking about. He really didn't remember. It hit her in the chest like a hard physical blow. She bit her lip and turned back around, looking out the window. She didn't know what to do with this information.

Would it be a good move to tell him what had happened?

As she was pondering this question, she didn't mean to, but she began squirming in an attempt to get more comfortable against him, unknowingly grinding on him slowly.

"Holy shit," he breathed out, the sound barely audible. She wouldn't have been able to hear it if his mouth wasn't right by her ear. Whether it was his desire for her or the weed in his system, her touch felt too good. He froze and she felt him shift, almost imperceptibly, to put some distance between her butt and his crotch.

That could only mean one thing, and since she had a bit of chemical courage, she was going to do it. She was going to make a move. A bold one. So, she backed up into him, knowingly this time, and began to move her hips against the bulge that he'd attempted to hide from her.

"You like that?" she purred, feeling his hard cock press up against her.

It was hard to concentrate with her grinding against him. He didn't say anything, and she began to sway her hips faster, enjoying the friction and his lack of response. He answered by gripping her waist tightly, and she could feel his hardness pressed up against her underwear since her skirt had ridden up, exposing her cotton panties. It had been a long time since she'd been this turned on, and once she'd started, it was hard to stop.

She started increasing the roughness of her movements, revelling in the groans he was making and the thrill that ran through her, knowing that she was walking that fine line between 'this isn't real' and 'this is really happening'. Real or not real, she could handle it.

Against her neck, she could feel his breathing quicken and he was making low guttural noises. "I can't believe..." he moaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he tried in vain to control his urges. His attempt completely crumbled the moment she leant forward a smidge and pulled her top off over her head, tossing it aside.

The moment her hands were free, they found his and slid them from her waist over her skin, all the way to her bra so he could grope her. His breath caught in his throat and his hips started moving, almost jerking in reaction to her touch and how she tilted her head to seductively suggest, "Do you want to undo the clasp for me?"

Never before had she seen him so speechless. He didn't say a word as he fumbled with the clasp of her bra, flinging it before returning his hand to squeeze her, now freed, boob. He lifted his head up and pressed a kiss against her neck, his light stubble rough against her skin.

"Oh fuck, Eddie," she groaned, letting out all the noises she'd been keeping in as his hands played with her breasts. His touch was gentle but his desire was palpable and it made her light-headed. All she could think about was how good it felt to have his hands on her. Finally. It was as if she'd been waiting her whole life for him to touch her in this way.

Fuck, his jeans were way too restrictive and they needed to get the fuck off his body now. The fabric was in the way of his ability to feel her, so he broke the contact of their hips for a second, hastily pulling his trousers down until they pooled around his ankles and he furiously tried to kick his foot out, eventually succeeding in his mission. His vest soon followed.

"Can you keep your skirt on? I kind of want to fuck you while you're still in it."

"I don't see why not."

Feeling her bare skin against his thighs made him shiver. She felt so right, so perfect. "This is crazy," he said, eyes wide and filled with desire, pulling her panties down and asking, "This is what you want? Just checking."

"I want you," she clarified, her voice husky, and lifted her leg, planting her foot firmly on the mattress, giving him easier access to touch her there. She needed him to touch her there. She needed him to touch her everywhere.

He didn't wait. He pushed a finger inside of her, his groan of delight at how wet he was making her, instantly turning her on even more. "All this for me?" he said, voice rough. She nodded, eyes closing as his finger penetrated her, teasing her entrance, before he added, "Tell me if I go too fast, baby," before slipping another finger in, leaving her breathless.

Just as she'd imagined, his fingers were magic. She let out a loud, contented moan, and he laughed - completely in awe of the fact that he was getting a chance to please her in such a way, then pulled his fingers out to position them so that he could enter her. But he stopped, so she raised an eyebrow and soon realised that he was waiting for her confirmation.

"If you want to back out, say the word and we can stop."

"God, no," she groaned as firmly as she could. He was too cute. As she took his cock and guided it to her entrance, she confirmed, "I want this just as much as you do, so stop being so sweet and fuck me."

Lowly, he chuckled and continued the motion to push in, and though she'd thought she'd feel pain, it wasn't as bad as she'd imagined, and soon she was feeling so full she couldn't help but move her hips to take him further. She turned her body and shifted her right knee up so her ankle was resting against the crook of her other knee, giving him more space to slot his crotch into hers.

Pulling her further and further onto his cock, he roughly clamped his large hand on her upper thigh, using his grip to go deeper. "I'm balls deep. Fuck, Y/N. Fuck, Y/N, I'm so...so fucking deep in you," he said, the words barely decipherable through his groans. He started moving his hips, slowly at first, taking it gently, taking her gently.

She was vaguely aware of his hand cupping her breast, and his muttered, "Fuck," and, "Oh, God, Y/N," before he started a new set of faster, deeper thrusts. She was losing herself in the feeling, the sensation, the euphoria of finally having his cock in her, making her feel good, making her whole. She'd waited so long to have this. She'd imagined it so many times, and now she finally had it. She was on cloud nine, and it couldn't get any better than this.

He smushed his face into her neck, lightly biting at the skin there, so she reached back and clutched his hair, holding him in place as he found his rhythm, as the feeling built and built and built. She could hear him, feel him, and the best part was, he was letting her lead. She let her hips take over, rolling, thrusting, pushing him deeper and deeper inside of her, and he was meeting her every move, matching her rhythm.

"You're so tight," he bit out through his gritted teeth. "So good, Y/N. I'm so.. I can't..." He grabbed her ass, hard, and his groan was music to her ears as he started rocking harder, and she knew he was close. But he'd hold on a moment longer.

Dropping her hand from his head, she fully intended to start massaging her clit, but he slapped her hand away and did it himself, pleasuring her until she shook and her vision went dark, until she couldn't think and she just let him fuck her, let him take care of her, and it felt so, so good.

All she was capable of doing was whining out his name as she came, feeling as his muscles tensed and his cock twitched within her.

Fantasising is one thing. The number of times Eddie had pictured her face as she fell apart didn't do her justice. The sheer bliss that was overwhelming her features was so much more intense than anything he could dream up.

Sensing that he was about to climax, he pulled out and spilled all over her skirt, then took a moment to catch his breath and slow his rapid heart rate. A few long moments passed as he looked at her as she returned to normal, her eyes shut, her lips slightly parted, her head thrown back, her hair a mess of sexy waves around her face. He'd been right; this was it. This was heaven.

"What the fuck did we just do?" he murmured, looking down at her with a mixture of fear and tenderness. She heard his words, staring up at the ceiling, and wondered how they would proceed after this. Were they still classed as friends now? Could they even be friends? Would the rules change now, or was this just temporary insanity? And how was she supposed to feel about that?

"Uh, you just splooged all over my skirt. That's what happened," she joked, reaching down to pull it off and throw it on the floor. He grinned mischievously and brushed her hair off her shoulder, placing his head in the crook of her neck as soon as it was clear.

"You looked really hot, and I just couldn't help myself," he complimented, running his fingers up her arm. She felt the same. There was no question about it.

As she had done before, she reached back and placed her fingers in his hair, slowly scratching any anxiety he was feeling away. Due to their activity, he was covered in sweat and his fringe was damp, so she teased, "Ew, you're so sweaty and wet."

"You think I'm wet?" He joked and brought his finger back to her sensitive pussy. His voice dropped in pitch as he flirted, "I'm not even half as wet as you, baby."

"Oh, really?" She uttered and brought his finger to her lips. "How wet are we talking here, 'baby'?" She lightly bit down on his finger, sending shivers down his spine as she took it into her mouth and sucked. He moaned, but he didn't stop her. He couldn't if he tried, but it was so damn arousing to have her take control in this way.

Taking his finger out of her mouth, her sexy façade dropped and she let out a cackle. She'd found her new favourite pastime: messing with him, turning him on so much that he didn't know how to respond.

"God, Y/N, you're so fucking hot. Who the hell are you? Where did that come from?" He sounded breathless. "I'm not sure if it's the fact that we just...you know, or that I... that I." He stopped. Just because they fucked didn't mean that she wanted a relationship with him.

Maybe it was the weed that made her act like this. He didn't know. He had no idea what she wanted. All he knew was that her eyes were bright and she seemed to like him sexually. And she was so fucking beautiful and soft.

"Do you want to stay the night?"

Trying to play it off like it wasn't a big deal, as if she wasn't seconds away from squealing in delight, Y/N nonchalantly replied, "Yeah, I am pretty tired and I told my mum that I was going around Mary's so..."

"Lying to your mother? Oh, Y/N, you're such a bad girl," he teased, dropping his mouth to her collarbone and giving it a light nibble. She shivered and moaned in response. "Bad girl," he repeated, louder. "Your mother wouldn't want to know that you just fucked the freak, would she?"

"No, she wouldn't," she said softly.

Y/N and Eddie spent that night cuddling up. It was a quiet night, spent mostly in conversation, each taking it in turns to tease the other. Y/N was surprised at the things that would elicit a reaction from him. He was crude, but in the right way. Never mentioning anything that she hadn't already pointed out, just in case he overstepped a boundary.

Yet, the type of comment that had the most effect was the simplest thing. When she told him that his hair looked "perfectly fluffy", he had to take a few minutes to collect his thoughts before he was able to respond, his cheeks pink and his grin huge. She thought he was about to combust when she playfully called him, "My pretty boy."

Still, neither of them addressed the issue that they both really wanted to resolve. What were they? Were they just friends? There was definitely attraction on both sides, and neither could really hide that anymore. But, feelings? They hadn't been brought into the equation yet. Eddie didn't want to press the subject. It was a lot to take in, and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. He had a soft spot for her, and he didn't want her to go.

Sex doesn't mean love, he knew that.

That didn't mean that when she turned to face him and buried her face into his neck, that he didn't turn into complete mush. He wanted her to love him, damn it. But, he'd settle for lust if that was all she could give him. So, he'd wait. And, he'd see where things went.

In the meantime, he just gazed at her while they lay in bed, Y/N curled up against his side, her eyes half closed as she rested her head on his shoulder, her hand caressing his jaw (now she knew he liked that, she planned on doing it as often as she could) as she looked up at him. His eyes begged her to say something.

She didn't know how long they'd been lying there in silence. It could have been five minutes, it could have been five hours. She didn't know, and she didn't really care.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"You really don't remember Gordon's party?"

"Should I?"

Remembering it like it was yesterday, she began telling him all about it, starting from the moment one of her friends puked all over her shirt. "Oh, fuck. Sorry, Y/N," Tia apologised, swaying a little from all the booze she'd consumed.

Y/N had to get outside or she'd puke too, so she pushed past some people to make it out into the garden. She was a little wobbly but hurried out without trouble. To get the god awful jungle juice taste out of her mouth, she reached into her pocket and used up the last piece of gum she had.

Leaning against the wall because he was so wasted too, Eddie stared into the distance as he smoked and only noticed she'd joined him when she tripped over an uneven part of the cobblestone path.

He caught her before she fell, exclaiming, "Ah, the muscled knight manages to save the princess before she faceplants into the underbrush," then noticed her ruined shirt and backed up with a slurred "Do we need to get you home?"

"It's not my sick." She pulled off her shirt and dropped it to the floor in disgust. When she looked back at him, she guffawed and pointed out, "You lit your ciggy the wrong way, dumbass."

Shit. He hadn't noticed that. He thought it wasn't as effective as usual and tossed it. Well, he wasn't thinking. He couldn't. The amount of beers that he had made it impossible to think straight.

Despite this, he still whipped his denim and leather jacket off and placed the leather one around her, keeping his hands on her shoulders as he flirted, "Looks good on you, babe."

"Eddie," she sighed.

"What? I just wanna say you look fucking beautiful, that's all. You look fucking beautiful," he mumbled out, realising that his mouth tasted awful. She had gum, so she must have a packet somewhere. "Gimme some gum."

Bringing the piece in her mouth between her front teeth, she said, "Last piece. Sorry, dude," and returned to chewing it. Okay, he could deal with that. As soon as she finished her sentence, he had no idea what came over him and tugged her closer by the lapels of his jacket, drunkenly placing his lips on hers.

It took her a moment to process what was happening before she reciprocated. She didn't know how long they kissed, but when they finally pulled apart, they were both out of breath, and she could see that his eyes were glassy. Plus, he had her gum in his mouth now. That thief. That very sexy thief. Y/N blinked a few times and mindlessly muttered under her breath, "Fuck, that was hot."

"It was?" he replied, his eyes still heavy from drink and lust. Oh shit, he'd heard her. She nodded, her mind still reeling from the kiss and it only got more muddled when he spat the gum out and brushed his thumb against her bottom lip, getting bolder with each passing second.

So bold that he backed her up against the wall he'd previously been perched against and moved one hand beside her head and the other rested on her hip, forcing all of her focus to be on him as he stared into her eyes. She lost herself for a moment in his gaze, then he started to lean in, urging her to "Kiss me, Y/N.".

This time, he kissed her properly, his tongue slipping into her mouth with a demanding, possessive fervour and he pressed his body up against hers, deepening the kiss. His hands threaded themselves through her hair, holding her close and it felt so right to be pressed against him like this, like this was where she was meant to be.

He lightly tugged on her hair to tilt her head further up for better access and she let out a moan, groaning in the lowest voice he'd ever heard her use before, "Oh, fuck."

Just as she'd done when he pulled the leaf out. It was 'that moan.' She'd made the same sound. That's why it had such an effect on him.

The way he fit against her, she felt more connected to him than ever before. And, she felt something else too. Moving his mouth to her jaw, he seductively declared, "You know, you've got really pretty lips. I think they'd look really good around my cock."

Butting into her story, present day Eddie covered his face with his hand in shame at his intoxicated words and profusely apologised, "That's... I said that? I'm so sorry, Y/N. Oh god. I didn't... That was so.. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I mean, it's true, your lips are really pretty and they'd look good arou... Not saying that I don't want you to do that, because I do. I do. Only if you want to. Obviously." Then he paused. "Did you, uh, you know? You didn't, did you?"

"No. We hid behind Gordon's outhouse and I, uh, got to my knees but you stopped me because you 'wanted to one hundred percent remember this moment.' So, I zipped your trousers back up and we waited for you boner to go down before we went back into the party."

He stopped for a moment, mentally chastising himself for his actions. What the fuck, man? He must have been hammered. So fucking wasted. He'd acted like such a pig. Yet, she seemed to be fine with it.

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I assumed you remembered and didn't want to acknowledge that it happened."

Fuck, he wished he could remember. He really wanted to remember.

"Can I get a do-over on the kiss?" He inched his lips closer to hers. "It's not fair that you remember and I don't."

She gave him a coy, sexy smile, "If you insist."

"I do." He kissed her cheek first and slowly made his way towards her mouth. She closed her eyes as he gently pressed the kiss against her lips. It was light, soft, romantic. His tongue darted into her mouth, enticed by the taste of her, and he moaned in approval when she opened for him. His hands caressed her body as he deepened the kiss; his thumbs tracing circles on her bare, exposed skin.

The way his tongue pushed inside her mouth, teasing hers, sent tiny flames through her body. This was much better than their drunken ones at the party. His hands felt so right as they roamed her back, cupping her ass with a firm grip. Her kiss was so comforting and perfect that he didn't want it to end.

But it had to since he yawned.

Reacting to him, she disconnected their lips and cooed, "Come on, we can continue in the morning," and returned her head in the crook of his neck, closing her eyes so he'd follow her lead, which he did with a huff, and eventually fell asleep.

Waking in the morning, Y/N went to lift herself up but was immediately smushed back against him. He was awake before her. That was surprising. He gave a small smile when he felt her shift against him. "How long have you been awake?"

"For a little while. I didn't want to disturb you." He looked down at their entangled bodies and grinned, brushing his hand across her arm. "But, I'm glad you're awake now because I really need a piss."

Chuckling at his admission, she wiggled off him and watched as grabbed his underwear, quickly slipping them back on so he didn't traumatise Wayne if he was awake, and gave her a wink before exiting to pee.

A few moments later, he came back to find her mostly dressed, bent over, searching for her panties. Oh fuck, already? He had to. It was already too much. "Found 'em," she said cheerfully and tried to stand back up but he bent her back over and rubbed himself against her ass, pressing his way into her, his fingers digging into her waist with a firm grip.

"I'm really, really glad you're awake," he whispered into her ear. She moaned and shifted her hips restlessly.

Okay, so this was happening again. It wasn't a one time thing. Awesome. So cool.

Lifting her so she was bent over the side of his bed, he danced his hands around the bare skin of her thighs before sliding them up her legs. His fingers traced small, tantalising patterns over her skin, making her squirm with anticipation, teasing her before he slid a finger inside of her. He moved it in and out of her slick, wet entrance, claiming that "This is the best thing to wake up to."

"I think you might be right," she agreed, her whole body humming with arousal.

Making sure he hit the spot with each pump, he pushed another finger in and moved a little faster, using the friction to make her wetter, and soon his thumb rubbed against the nub of her clitoris, taunting her every now again by asking, "Do you want me to slow down?"

"Shut the fuck up, Eddie." When he withdrew his fingers, she whimpered, not in pain, but in frustrated need. He'd left her aching and wanting more. That was, of course, his intent. "Are you going to fuck me?"

"Not yet." She bit her lip, trying not to look so desperate as she glared back at him to see him getting to his knees. With a smirk, he pushed her legs further apart and kissed the side of her knee, licking the inside of her thigh as he went, before letting his tongue slip between her legs, flicking over her clit. "Do you like this? If not, I'll stop."

She shook her head and moaned, "No. I mean, yes, I like it; no to you stopping. Don't do that. Don't stop." He trailed his tongue along the edge of her slit, flicking there and moving it over the spot so he could dip his tongue inside. She bucked and twisted, and he laughed before looking up at her, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Are you sure?" He moved his face so only his nose was pressed against her.

"Yes, I'm sure, you pervert," she teased. And due to her taunt, he decided to not hold back. There was going to be no gradual increase now. He grabbed her hips and roughly pulled them so he could get his fingers as deep as he possibly could while his tongue furiously circled her clit with so much wanton desire. Her legs tensed in his grip and she let out a whine that was just a little too loud.

They weren't the only ones in the trailer. Before he could point it out, she panted, "Yeah, I know. I know, not so loud."

And he laughed again before going back to tormenting her with his mouth and fingers. She was on the edge, teetering back and forth between wanting more of what he was already giving, and wanting more of him.

But, he made that decision for her with a husky, "Oh, princess," which caused her to smush her face into the duvet and let out a muffled cry as she twitched and trembled. It started in her toes, moved its way up her legs and twined around her body before ending in a massive, all-over orgasm that had her bucking against his mouth and fingers.

When she calmed down, he followed up with a few more teasing movements of his fingers before lifting his head with a grin. "I've never done that before," he admitted through heavy panting.

"I don't believe you."

"I've... you know... read books and shit."

"Liar."

"Fine. I stole a bunch of porn from the video store that Harrington works at. Is that the answer you want?"

Insane. She was dumbstruck. Nobody was that good on their first go. "So, that really was your first time going down on someone?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, a confused look on her face.

He huffed out a laugh, "On a girl, yeah." Shit. Shit. Shit. Had he just admitted that he'd sucked a dick before? Did she pick on that? If she did (she certainly did), they brushed past it pretty quickly. She didn't care.

Reassuringly, she commented, "It's a strange taste, isn't it? You get used to it, but, at first, it's a bit like 'what is that?'."

Oh. There was a reason why she didn't care.

Shrugging, he replied, "I like it," and pulled his underwear down, entering her before she'd even mentally processed what he said. Eddie gasped, his eyes widening as his member slid in with ease. "Holy fuck." His hands rested on the small of her back and nudged her leg to move up on bed with his knee for better access as he rocked into her.

Y/N bit her lip to stop herself from screaming out in pleasure. "How's that for you? Good?" he asked, licking his lips at the sight of her.

"So good," she gasped, moving her hips up to meet his. He kept eye contact as he pushed himself deeper into her, drawing a breath in and out, releasing it in a quiet moan. He grabbed her ass and pulled her into a tighter, more frantic rhythm. His fingers dug into her skin, and his gaze flickered to her face, wild with lust.

God, she felt amazing. He leaned down and kissed her, hard and deep, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to duel with her own, full of passion despite the awkward angle. His chest was hard against her back, his breaths harsh and uneven. Y/N tried to mirror his actions, moving up and down along his length, bucking back into him. His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples in an almost painful manner.

The friction of their bodies moving against each other made her dizzy, and she held on the sheets for dear life as he picked up the pace, pounding harder and harder into her. "That's it, baby. Give it to me," she panted into his mouth, her fingers tightening on his ass in a desperate manner.

They were both so close. He lifted himself up, planting his foot on the mattress next to her knee to steady himself as he reached a hand back down and grabbed her hip, keeping his movements steady and precise, as if it was an act of mathematics. And he was actually pretty good at maths.

Getting closer and closer, he tried to grip onto her shoulder, but in the daze of everything, clutched onto some of her hair. "Shit, sorry. I did-"

'That moan' came out of her lips. He let out a low, "You like that, don't you?" but didn't slow down. She nodded, confirming his suspicions, so he grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to bounce her back on him harder. He looked down, seeing his shaft disappearing inside of her, and he let out a guttural noise. "Good. Cause I like it too."

She arched her back, her head tilted back as she whimpered, her body tightening around him as he began moving faster and faster into her. It was over in a moment, him coming on her back seconds after her eyes rolled back in her head and she muttered out a slew of profanities.

Once the last of the aftershocks had died down, the two of them were still for at least a minute, breathing heavily in the quiet of his room. He slumped over her, his weight pinning her down against the mattress. He stayed inside of her, his hand caressing her hip as he held her close, his breath tickling her neck. The slow, calm beating of her heart slowed to a normal rate as her body relaxed underneath him.

Kissing her neck seemed to calm him down, so he did, and accidently left a hickey near the nape of her neck. He wouldn't tell her about that. She wouldn't be able to see it. But he would. "Shit," he muttered into her ear. "That was... well, you know. I hope we didn't wake my uncle up."

"Oh god, Wayne doesn't need to hear that," she said, but she had the strangest urge to laugh, the sound bubbling up from her chest. He chuckled along with her, not really knowing what was funny or if she was just cracking up over nothing but not caring. "As lovely as this is, you're squishing me to death."

Then, he rolled off of her and onto his back, pulling her with him so that she was lying on top of him. Y/N ran her hand over his chest, enjoying the feel of him underneath her fingers. He reached out and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his face and pressing a kiss against her palm.

"Let's stay here for a while," he murmured, eyes half closed, staring into space. "This is nice."

"I'm going to have to go home at some point," she reminded him, snuggling closer to him. He sighed deeply, focusing on the ceiling as she laid her head on his chest. His heart beat strong and steady, a soothing sound to her ears.

"Just not yet."

When the inevitable moment came where she had to leave, he let her go reluctantly. She wanted to stay, and though lying there with him was nice, it wasn't enough to make up for the bollocking she was bound to get from her mother.

"See you tomorrow," she told him, giving him, what she thought was, one final goodbye kiss. But it turned out to be two. Then three. Then four. Against his mouth, she mumbled, "I have to go, pretty boy."

He didn't respond. Not at first. Then, a low, "Yeah, you do," came out of his mouth, yet he didn't pay attention to his own words and went back in for a fifth smooch. She leant away, dodging his kiss, causing him to grumble, "One more?"

How could she resist? How could she resist that face? Those eyes? With a grin, she took his chin between her fingers and gave him the final final kiss, this time to the lips. They remained locked in a passionate smooch for a few minutes, before he broke away, looking into her eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he repeated, smiling. She smiled back, taking his hands off her waist and making her way to the door, taking one last peek at him before she left. He was still just in his underwear, his bare chest covered in little bites from her.

Y/N realised as she reached the door that she wanted to see him blush just one more time today, so she shimmied her underwear down and threw it at him, seductively coquetting, "See you later, handsome." He caught her underwear out of the air, giving her a shy grin in return and went to respond, but she'd already walked out. He flopped back on his bed and giggled.

School the next day was weird. How were they going to interact when other people were around? In his room it had just been them and that was fine. They could do whatever they wanted to in his room. Friends and rumours and being public hadn't been discussed.

Were they together? It sure felt so. But neither of them had confirmed it. It was more than a hookup, they knew that much. Nothing had been decided yet. But it was there. Whatever 'it' was. It was definitely there.

Eddie had actually been late to school. After a long night of trying to remember every detail of their weekend, he slept through his alarm and finally arrived mid-way through second period. He'd made it to English, but he'd barely listened to the teacher.

All he could think about was Y/N. She was right next to him and he couldn't touch her or anything. How fucking annoying. He kept glancing at her every few seconds, trying to memorise the way her nose looked, the way her hair looked. She tried to focus on the lesson, but she kept stealing looks at Eddie as well.

When Mr. Farell turned his back, Eddie passed her a note that read, 'Skip 3rd with me? Pretty pls?' To which she responded with a wink and a thumbs up. She had gym next. That's skippable.

What did they spend third period doing? Making out in his van, of course. The moment after he slid the side door closed, he took her head in his hands and kissed her, deep and passionate. It was hot and desperate, a craving that he couldn't contain. "Hello to you too," she joked breathlessly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her tight against him.

"Hi, princess." She went weak in the knees at his voice, loving the way he said it to her, making her feel like the most important person in the world. Then he broke away to look at her. "You look pretty today."

She gave him a coy smile and looked away, trying to hide the fact that her face was on fire. "Thanks. You look pretty good yourself."

Now they had started a new tradition. Every time they had a free period, they'd huddle up in the back of his van and just hang out. Talking. Making out. Helping him with whatever subject he needed help with. Spitballing new ideas for his campaign. It was an hour out of their school day that they'd dedicate to each other.

The only day they didn't do it was on Thursday. On Thursday they had a little argument. Their first.

"I don't see why you've got to study at his house!"

"It's due tomorrow."

"There are such things as libraries."

Sarcastically, she retorted, "Oh, really? I had no idea."

Dragging his hand down his face, Eddie took a deep breath to calm down. He didn't like the fact that they were arguing, but he also knew he was overreacting. He took a quick glance at his watch then looked back at Y/N. She was surveying him carefully and moved in closer to him, her eyes pleading.

"You have nothing to worry about."

"He's called fuckboy Freddie for a reason, Y/N."

"Eddie," she said warningly.

"Okay, fine. He's a slutty little bitch boy who successfully got both Helen and Josie to cheat on their boyfriend's with him. Come on, you've got to see a pattern, sweetheart," he declared, exasperated. What if the moment Freddie tried it on, she'd realise that she could do better than him?

In his mind, Y/N was way out of his league. Freddie was classified as 'cool' by the general population of the school. He was mostly well liked (except by the guys whose girlfriends he'd stolen) and most of the rumours about him were about how much game he got. People listened to what he said. There were no murmurs of devil worship. Or animal sacrifice.

Just a plain, old fashioned lady's man.

Y/N crossed her arms and pursed her lips. "So?"

"So," he continued on, undeterred, "I don't exactly want to be cucked."

"Cucked? Eddie, you haven't even asked me out."

"Fucking grow up, Y/N." Shit, he really hadn't meant to say that. He was just venting.Y/N's eyes flashed and she took a step back from him. Eddie quickly backtracked. "Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. You're right. I'm sorry. Please, don't go. I didn't mean it."

She blankly stared at him, shaking her head and scoffing a little. Eddie lowered his head and groaned, wishing he'd just kept his mouth shut. He looked up at her and she reached out to touch his face, her hand came up to cradle his cheek as she placed a peck on the other side, flatly declaring, "Have fun at Hellfire later. Hope Dustin finds the Hat of Vermin like we planned," and made her way out of the van, closing the door behind her.

"Fuck," he mumbled and dropped his head into his hands. He didn't know why he'd said what he said. He'd been trying to get a reaction out of her, and succeeded in doing just that. He didn't even bother turning up to the rest of his lessons. He had a few deals and Hellfire to do. That would keep his mind off Y/N.

Yeah, cause that worked. Not.

Well, Y/N hated to admit it, but Eddie had been correct. Everything had been going normally at Freddie's house. They had made it through the majority of their project. Nothing had struck her as out of the ordinary.

They were two classmates doing their homework. That was until he inquired, "So, you and Munson, what's going on there?" Y/N had been caught off guard by the question and paused for a moment, staring at him blankly. "Like did he cast some sort of spell thing to get you to hang out with him?"

Chortling, she incredulously exclaimed, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on, Y/N. He's a loser," he stated, and shifted closer to her as he flirted, "And you are, you know, pretty and cool and great at science." She noticed how the distance between them had gotten smaller and attempted to increase it again, but he was having none of that and continued until she almost fell off the chair she was sitting in.

Awkwardly, she cleared her throat and politely asked, "Hey, do you mind moving over a bit," and somehow he got even closer, so she clarified, "Nope, I meant the other way," but he didn't budge. In the end, she just stood up, announcing in a voice that showed how uncomfortable she truly was, "Jesus Christ, will you stop doing that? I meant the other way."

Leaving may be a good idea. Yet, if she left, she'd have to finish the work all by herself and that meant that Freddie would end up getting a good grade for doing half of the work. That's not happening on her watch.

"My bad," was all he replied with a slight grin, and just like that, the distance between them was fixed. Y/N glared at him as she sat back down, but eventually, she just dropped it and returned to her work.

And, it was fine for a while.

When they finally got it done, she dropped her pen and cheered, "Thank God, we're free!" She expected a similar display of vocal happiness that they'd completed the task from Freddie. No. That expectation flew straight out the window as soon as she felt his hand on her jaw, tilting it so she'd be face to face with him.

The moment she realised what he was about to do, she leaped to her feet and slapped at his hand. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Hey, come on," he said, sounding disappointed and a little hurt. He was upset that she'd pushed him away. Or, perhaps, he was upset that she hadn't enjoyed his affections. "I was just going to kiss you," he stated, almost as an afterthought.

"No," she firmly stated, shaking her head. "Do not do that."

"Come on, don't be such a prude."

"Fuck you, asshole."

"I'm an asshole?" he said, getting up from his seat as well. He didn't go over to her. He didn't touch her. He didn't even raise his voice.

Yet, Y/N felt herself stepping back as she was overwhelmed with the urge to keep moving backwards, grabbing her bag as she retreated. Hitting the door with her back, she sighed and reached for the handle, tiredly rolling her eyes as she got out and closed the door behind her, cursing, "Shit, I'm not getting into another stupid argument today. Fuck you. I hope we never are paired together again. Bye, you absolute fuckboy."

Friday was just as eventful. Eddie was late, yet again. He didn't want to face first period English, or Y/N. When he did finally arrive, he hid out in the woods behind the school. Y/N would know to look for him there if she wanted to talk to him. Actually, almost everyone in school knew that's where he'd probably be.

Including Freddie, who sauntered into the clearing, and Eddie immediately noticed him. He was annoyed to see him, but couldn't really do anything about it. "What are you doing here, Thompson?" he asked casually as he sat on the table part of the picnic table.

"I thought I'd come say hi." He sounded bored, but that was just his act. He was anything but. Freddie was ready to stir some shit. "How are you doing anyway?"

Awfully friendly from a guy he didn't know very well. Eddie was rightfully suspicious as he responded, "Just peachy. Why?"

"Oh. She didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" He knew 'she' was Y/N.

"About our little project." Yup, confirmed. A smug little smile appeared on Freddie's face, He was enjoying this. He enjoyed it even more when he saw Eddie's face as he lied, "Do you know where Y/N is? I need to give her back her underwear."

"Oh, I get it," Eddie laughed to hide his feelings and rolled his eyes, rising to his feet and stalking away.

Walking away from the confrontation was not what Freddie expected Eddie to do. After hearing all the chatter about how 'insane' he is, Freddie came to release the 'mad dog', only to find a kicked puppy. But, everyone has their breaking point. "Yeah, you get it. You get it. I get it," he continued, casually. "Maybe more guys get it too, who knows?"

His voice echoed through the silent woods as he insulted Y/N. Eddie came to a halt. "Couldn't get the taste of her out of my mouth. Got any tips?"

Yeah, there was no way Y/N would ever fuck this guy.

Eddie grabbed Freddie by his collar and slammed him against a tree. "You know there's the rumour that we sacrifice chickens in Hellfire? Well, let's just say, maybe something bigger might satisfy our lord for a little longer," he falsely warned, playing into the satanism shit before releasing him and walking away. Freddie watched him go with a mixture of satisfaction and disappointment.

Before he was out of view, Eddie yelled back, "And that taste was my fucking cum, you cunt!"

After that interaction, Freddie was sure to spread even more shit. By lunch, a couple of rumours had spread. And Y/N found out as she sat with her friends. Tia and Kate were giving her a strange look, as if they knew something she didn't. She didn't like that feeling. She didn't like the feeling of all the eyes that were on her.

People were staring. A lot of people were staring. She was used to Eddie's staring, but this was different, so she leant closer to Mary and quietly asked, "Am I missing something?"

"Y...you don't know?"

"What?"

"People know," Kate whispered in her ear. "People know about you and the freak."

That's it? All of the disgusted glares because she was sort of dating Eddie?

Shrugging, Y/N responded, "Oh, that was bound to get out at some point," then she saw her friend's shocked faces and realised there was more to it than that. The rumour wasn't that they were together. She assumed that people already knew that on account of how much they hung out, or how she very frequently had to slap his hand off her ass when they were in public. "What's being said about me and Eddie?"

"He's been sacrificing chickens to Lucifer." This came from Tia, who looked absolutely horrified as she said it. "And because he's secretly gay, you let him fuck you up the ass to satisfy his homosexual urges."

Oh shit. Y/N let out a cackle. A real one that was equal parts humorous and insane. "That's a good one, Tee. Come on, what's the real one?" Silence. That was the real one. "People don't believe this, do they?"

Mary let out a disgusted sigh. "Are you kidding? There's a handful of people that think you're some sort of devil sodomise-ee." Y/N's jaw dropped. They all stared at her, saying nothing and looking at her like she had two heads or something.

That's when the source of the problem approached the table with a slimey, "Hey, lab partner."

Of course it was him. Y/N put the pieces together and let out a huff. Freddie smiled at her, probably expecting some sort of reaction. Instead, she looked away from him, not wishing to give him the satisfaction. Her new eyeline was directly facing the Hellfire table. Eddie wasn't sat in his usual seat.

Scanning the cafeteria, she found him in no time. He was walking directly towards Freddie. His usual goofy demeanour was gone. Just by the look on his face, she could tell he was going to do something that was bound to get him expelled, so she hurried to her feet and pushed past Freddie.

Meeting Eddie on his war path, she grabbed his arm and tugged him away from prying eyes, preventing him from causing even more of a scene.

"Calm down, you fucking idiot." She stared into his angry eyes. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated rage that slipped the moment she spoke. "Whatever you planned to do to him, he deserved it," she continued, stroking his face, her voice softer as she jeered, "But, he's not worth having to repeat senior year again."

He let out a chuckle, all of his anger subsiding as he turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand. "I didn't have a plan," he admitted, before letting out a sigh and joking, "But I will have you know that I am very good at improvising." Her gaze dropped to his lips, so he pulled her closer and continued, "Earlier I threatened to sacrifice him to Satan as I pinned him against a tree. Defending your honour from the gross, sleazy hobgoblin twas the manliest thing I think I've ever done."

Y/N let out a laugh and shook her head. "Thank you, my brave paladin," she cooed as she planted a kiss on his lips, and he returned it willingly.

One of his hands found its way to the back pocket of her jeans as he clarified, "I'm more of a bard, actually."

"Shut up and kiss me again, freak." He couldn't turn down an offer like that. Never could. Never will. A small part of her wished she could stay that way, just kissing him forever.

Like always, that wasn't possible as Mrs. Patrick walked past the door of the empty classroom Y/N had pulled Eddie into and knocked on the glass, ordering, "Mr. Munson, that is hardly appropriate on school grounds."

"Oh, fuck off."

It slipped past Y/N's lips. She immediately clamped her hand over her mouth, mortified that she would be that rude to someone who was just doing their job, let alone one that was a teacher that she had to pass by every day. But Mrs. Patrick's sour, disapproving face was a reminder of why she did it. Eddie chuckled, leaning in so he could whisper in her ear, "Ooh, you're going to get it."

Mrs. Patrick burst through the door, her expression a mix of horror and rage. "Miss. L/N," she yelled, pointing a shaky finger at her. "That is not the kind language you use in this school. Mr. Munson is a bad influence on you. I will not have this level of disrespect go unpunished. Detention. For the rest of the week," she finished, before stomping from the room.

Just like he always did, as soon as her back was turned, Eddie stuck his middle finger up at her. Unfortunately for him, she looked in the window and saw his reflection. "And the same to you, Mr. Munson."

Y/N laughed, her face breaking into a wide smile as she leaned into Eddie. When Mrs. Patrick could no longer hear them, Y/N pointed out, "I don't think she realises it's Friday."

Detention was short as they explained why they were there to the staff member running it and they responded with, "Oh, yeah, Cathleen is a bitch. Go early, I don't care," so they did. Eddie followed Y/N's car to her house and excitedly carried her through the door when they arrived. Her parents weren't home yet. Her mother had taken her dog to the vet. Her father was at work.

They were home alone.

"Mr. Munson is a bad influence on you," Y/N impersonated as she pulled Eddie by the shirt into her bedroom. He let out a laugh before shushing her.

"Do you hear that?" he asked, his hand cupping her ear as he leaned in close. "That's the sodomy rumours growing tenfold as we speak." She rolled her eyes and pushed him away, but he clung on and started peppering kisses to her neck, teasing, "Imagine what happens when Mrs. Patrick hears about that. I'd be real careful if I were you, that's all I'm saying. She'll be so disappointed."

Putting on her best Cathleen Patrick impression again, Y/N playfully chastised, "Mr. Munson, how dare you try to fuck Miss. L/N in the ass. I don't care that it's in the name of Beelzebub. It's not very appropriate, is it?!"

"Jesus, Y/N. I'm the bad influence on you?" he laughed, thoroughly enjoying her little performance. She swatted his arm and pushed him onto the bed, sitting on his chest as she straddled him. "You know what they say," he began, his hands resting on her hips as he looked into her eyes.

"Oh yeah? What do 'they' say, baby? When in Rome, do as the Romans do?"

Before she said that, he had no idea where he was going with this conversation, then she gave him an idea. He pinched her ass and declared, "And when in Y/N, do as Y/N does."

She guffawed at him as she leaned down and gave him a long, slow kiss. He returned it and wrapped his arms around her to deepen it. When she finally pulled away, she smiled coyly and inquired, "And what does Y/N do?"

He grinned like an idiot as he replied, "Y/N usually does me."

That was true. Well technically, they do each other, but same difference. "Oh really?" she taunted, raising an eyebrow. He nodded, the grin falling from his face and being replaced with a goofy, lust-filled stare. "And you trust this Y/N, Mr. Munson?" she asked slowly, grinding down on his lap.

"Trust her with my life," he replied, his hands gripping her tightly and moving her against him, intent on answering her with a whole lot more than a simple yes. She looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity in them. He was telling her the truth. Honestly, it was mostly horniness that she saw, but still, he confessed, "I'm sorry about yesterday. And today, I guess."

"No, you don't have to apologise. We both made mistakes," she said, sitting up and moving off him to remove their clothes, starting with his trainers. He didn't respond, only stared at her expectantly as she continued to undress, enjoying the way he watched every part of her, his hungry gaze never wavering as he leant on his elbows.

Soon, both of them were left in their underwear. She gestured for him to sit against the headboard and returned to sitting on him. "I was being naïve. I forgot that most high school boys are assholes," she told him, running her hands through his messy hair while she seductively confirmed, "I should've listened to my man," and felt his hands caressing her bare thighs as he looked up at her, eyes widening. The way he was reacting to her words were exactly as she'd hoped they'd be.

He was 'her man.'

"You know what the worst part is?" she continued, pushing a strand of hair out of his face and stroking his cheek. "I'm totally in love with you. I have been for a while. Ever since the party, actually. That's when I realised."

Fucking jackpot. "You're in love with me?" He sounded shocked, but couldn't hide the happiness in his voice, either.

"I am." She smiled, pressing her lips to his and running her hands up his bare chest, both physically and vocally teasing him. "You're going to be in love with me, too. Just you wait."

Jokingly, he looked at his watch and declared, "Yeah, according to my calculations, you'll have to wait minus - god, what is it at this point? - five, maybe six months."

All of that time? They were in love with each other for all of that time and didn't do anything about it. And he wasn't some clueless idiot. Eddie Munson is pretty good at reading people. He thought he was amazing, almost perfect, when it came to reading Y/N. Maybe she'd just hidden how she felt really well, much better than he had.

"And since you love me, Miss. L/N, can I ask a favour?"

"Hmm... I'm not sure where this conversation is headed, Mr. Munson."

Lightly pulling her hips up, he got her to hover so he could shimmy down the bed and lie with his head directly under her wettening pussy. His tongue darted out and licked the sensitive folds, eliciting a moan from her. He bit his lip as he waited for his reward.

After the initial shock of his proposal wore off, she relaxed and let him take control, running her hands through his hair as he licked and sucked her intimately. The way he touched her was perfect; gentle but demanding.

When he turned his attention to her clit, she cried out and arched her back, rocking against his face, his hands on her waist guiding her for what pace he wanted to set. Pleasure spiralled through her as he relentlessly worked her, making sure to pay attention to her every whim, every desire, every need.

"Ah, baby, you look so pretty like this," she breathed, eyes fluttering as she bit down on her lip and tried to keep herself from crying out. Eddie upped his pace as she started to get restless, rubbing his nose against her clit and teasing her, his fingers playing along her folds while his mouth and all the turned on noises it made drove her wild. He started jolting her hips faster and faster, and added another finger, torturing her with a combination of sensation.

Her orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning, splitting her in two. She cried out his name, her back arching as she clutched his fingers in a vice-like grip. He kept rubbing her until her eyes were closed and her body stopped its convulsions.

Just when she thought she was about to come down from it, he started again, and in a moment, she felt her whole body tingling, vibrating, getting ready for another powerful climax. When it hit, it was even stronger than before, and she was left panting on top of him. He kept his hands on her, pinning her down on his tongue so he could get every drop he could.

"What the fuck was that, Eds?" She couldn't find the right words to say as she looked down at his face.

"Part two of my apology."

"Yeah, I fucking forgive you." He chuckled, releasing her and lifting her hips so he could slide out from underneath her and sat back in his original place. "Okay, my apology now."

Not waiting for him to realise what she'd said, she brought her lips to his neck, biting slightly before gradually moving down, kissing and licking all the way down his body until she landed at his hip. He reached down to cradle her head, letting his fingers slide through her hair as he pulled her head up so they made eye contact.

"Do you want me to show you how sorry I am?" she asked seductively, moving her face between his legs. She wickedly grinned, nipping at his inner thigh, watching as nodded so enthusiastically. Eddie's heart pounded as he witnessed her taking him into her mouth, and his hand tightened its grip on her hair causing her to moan around him. He didn't have to ask her what she wanted.

"Show me how sorry you are, princess."

She moved up and down his erection, making him gasp and squirm, before taking him deep in her throat. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he dug his nails into her scalp as he felt her say, "Fuck my throat, pretty boy."

"So hot, so fucking hot," he managed to gasp out, causing her to giggle and pick up the pace, making Eddie's hips buck up into her. The way she was taking him deep into her throat was driving him insane. Her hand roughly moved against the parts of his cock that was too big for her mouth to take all of, and made him crazy with pleasure. He was pulling her head up and down his shaft as his hips started moving faster, following her movements.

"That's it, sweetheart. Make me come," he panted, which only increased when she moaned around only the head, teasing him for a moment and making him whine. When he least expected it, she hollowed cheeks and took him deeper than before. "You're so fucking good to me, good girl."

Looking up at him, she smiled devilishly, bringing her hands up to cradle his ass cheeks. His whole body tensed up as he came, pushing himself into her greedy mouth, making him groan. When he was done, she took him out of her mouth, having swallowed, and licked his tip, smiling as she watched him shudder and relax.

Placing her elbow on his thigh, she traced lazy circles into his hip with her hand, enjoying his momentary stillness. His body was covered in a sheath of sweat, and when he opened his eyes, she winked at him. He ran his fingers through her hair and down her cheek, his touch so possessive it made her heart flutter. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip, and she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and savouring his warmth and presence.

Yeah, she'd given him enough time. She walked her fingers from his hip back to his cock, slowly pumping him as she teased, "Oh, you thought we were finished?" Eddie's eyes widened as she squeezed his cock, moving her fingers up and down to make him hard again.

"Fuck, baby, look at you," she beamed. He whimpered as she started shifted upwards and kissed him, rubbing her breasts on his chest as she continued to pump his cock. She bit his bottom lip, groaning as she felt his hands move to rest on her sides, so she stopped jerking him off and prepared to sink onto him. She dropped down, letting her body mould to his, resting her full weight on him as he grabbed her ass, holding her still for a moment before she started bouncing.

"Jesus, you feel so good, princess. I love you," he panted, moving up to kiss her, holding her close, his skin slick with her juices as she leaned into his kiss.

Every time he bottomed out, she dug her nails into his back, making him let out a series of low, satisfied groans, encouraging her to pick up the pace.

Lost completely in him, she bounced down up at him as started running her hands through his hair, reveling in the feel of his skin against her breasts, the stubble on his chin, the feel of his lips on hers, the way she fucked down so hard and fast, it'd left them both breathless, their bodies drenched in sweat, and their hearts pounding in their chests.

Frankly, she didn't even know how long they were like that, lost in each other's arms, sweaty, panting, and loud. She didn't care. She never wanted the moment to end even though she'd admit she was getting tired.

Eddie could tell that too and pulled her down abdomen, bringing her flush with his body as he suggested, "Let me take over the work," and waited for her to ground herself by wrapping her arm around the back of his neck, her whines right by his ear as he thrusted up into her, vigorously sliding her on his cock. She moaned and bit his ear, making him let out a yelp, bringing his hands to clutch her hips as he set a pace that was frantic and rough.

He moved to grab her ass cheek, giving it a slap before making her grind down on his cock, and she squeezed her inner muscles as they clenched around him, making him let out a pleased grunt.

"Oh yeah, you like that, princess?" he panted, his whole body shaking as he kept going. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and he was too distracted to even care that he knew for a fact that she'd scratched his back up as he worked her over.

"Fuck, gonna... Eddie!" she managed to cry, her eyes tearing as she spasmed around him, rocking her ass back and forth on him as he kept up the pace, trying his best to get every last drop of arousal out of her. "I love you," she added in a small voice, and he continued to move her on his slick cock until he came, his eyes rolling back into his head, going completely blank as he forgot to pull out of her, keeping them locked together.

The orgasm was intense. He smiled at her, lying with her, and let her rest her head on his shoulder for a minute. He brushed her hair out of her face and rested his chin on top of her head, placing a kiss on her temple as he breathed deeply. "I love you too, baby," was all he managed to say.

"We need to get redressed before my parents come home. My dad may actually murder you if he saw this."

Snarkily, he responded, "That's crazy! A father doesn't want to see his little girl with some weird dudes cum leaking out of her?" He paused to add, "Sorry about that by the way."

"Eh, I didn't mind it. You're going to pay dearly if I get pregnant though. I'll kill you myself."

Minutes after they got dressed, the front door opened and her mother yelled, "Y/N, do you know whose van is on the drive?"

Yes. Yes she did.

It was now or never. Y/N dragged Eddie downstairs by the hand, and the moment he saw her dog, he quickly sat on the floor, ruffling the mutts furr and cooing at it, completely ignoring the humans, "Look at this cool little guy. Gal? Guy? Nope, definitely a guy."

Yeah, he totally is super scary and intimidating. He got even scarier when he goofily grinned up at Y/N with those sweet teddy bear eyes of his so full of delight. He's a real menace.

Placing her hand on her hip, Y/N's mother gestured to the long haired freak before her and chastised, "You didn't ask to have friends over."

"Sorry. Sorry, I didn't plan to." Y/N gazed down at him and took a deep breath to admit, "Eddie meet my mum. Mum meet Eddie, my boyfriend."

Well, at least it was official now.

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To Catch a Predator

Note: I HAD TO DO IT TO THEM. also like. this takes place a little before lucian was into killing predators ok? ok. tw: mentions of sa, violence, and overall disturbing topics.

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DING-DONG.

DING-DONG.

The doorbell reverberated throughout the home’s interior. Outside on the porch was a forty three year old man by the name of Richard Walten, a father of two and a construction worker for Woodlyn City. Today he was not here to meet with a citizen in need of his labor - Even if that’s what he told his wife and children before walking out the door. He was there to meet a twelve year old girl.

Rich found her on a dating app. With long blonde hair and sweet doe eyes, she posed in her pictures innocently enough. That’s not what our guest was really looking at though. His eyes were directed on her nice ass, her big tits, and her tiny waist. When talking to her in a chat room, he could only imagine what she was like in bed. It was a shameful thought for a man his age to be having, but an even worse idea whenever he took into consideration that she was an innocent virgin. And yet, he still listed the sex acts he would like to preform on her in great detail.

Now he stood at the doorway of what he believed to be a twelve year old’s house. He knew her parents would be gone all night, he knew she would be helpless, and he knew that she was up for having sex with him if he pushed hard enough. The thought of that drove him crazy. He couldn’t wait to get inside and finally meet her.

The door creaked opened. Rich blankly stared into the dark entry way before seeing the figure of who he thought to be Tia waiting for him. She coaxed him inside and rushed down the hall, presumably a bit nervous to get too close yet. That was fine. He wouldn’t push anything she didn’t feel comfortable with.

“Come on in, Rich! I made some cookies!”

She was real. With a racing heart and a throbbing hard on, the old man wandered behind her without much thought. He didn’t think of his wife or children while sitting down at the dining room table, watching as the blonde scurried away from him and onto the other side of the table. Her ass looked bigger than they were in the photos. Even hotter.

“How was the drive?” Tia cooed with a warm grin, her voice as delicate as a little butterfly.

Picking at his nails and trying to relax, he leaned back into the chair with a long sigh. “It was fine! I mean, just fine.”

She giggled and paused for a moment, presumably calculating the next topic she wanted to speak on. “Haha, it’s so nice to see you! Sorry, I’m just a little nervous right now.”

“Can I get a hug?” He proposed, his voice laced with poisonous intoxication. She let out another ring of anxious laughter.

“Well, let’s just wait a little longer before that…”

“Just a hug?”

“Haha, I’m just nervous, I don’t know! I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s alright.” He consoled her, lifting the box of alcohol he had on his lap onto the countertop for her eyes to wander. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do.”

Tia avoided his eyes. She seemed almost sad in those few moments. “So, what kinda alcohol is this?” She changed the subject quickly, as if not to think about it too much. Rich was getting the impression she was having second thoughts.

“Hard lemonade since you said you haven’t drank much before. It’s a nice one to ease into.”

Tucking her blonde hair behind her ear, she ran her fingers across the label. “Really? Cool. I knew I could count on you. Oh! But what about protection? You brought some, right?”

Rich chuckled under his breath. “Yep. I wouldn’t do anything without one.”

That seemed to be the trigger to relax her tense muscles. Moving away from the other side of the table, she practically marched over to his seat. His heart raced. He had a feeling he knew where she was going with this already.

“Okay, we can hug now. I’m not nervous anymore.”

It was almost too good to be true. Wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her in for a tight embrace, he smiled sickeningly. He could feel her breasts against his figure, her small frame pressed against his-

Pain. An overwhelming amount of pain suddenly coursed through his stomach as he hurriedly backed away and fell to the floor. Blood sprayed out of the gaps of his fingers, some pouring from his lips as he tried to comprehend what was happening. Tia was holding a knife. A knife in which had plummeted into his belly moments before.

“Thought you said you had protection, bitch!” Tia bursted into hoarse hysterical laughter, twirling the blade between her fingers. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

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DING-DONG.

DING-DONG.

The doorbell reverberated throughout the home’s interior. Outside on the porch was a fifty seven year old man by the name of Tony Lance, a cashier in one of Woodlyn City’s local grocery stores. Today he was not going to visit his mother in the hospital like he told his wife; he was instead prepared to meet a twelve year old boy he spoke to on the internet.

Wandering around dating sites desperate to speak to a young man and release all of his pent-up sexual desires, he came across the perfect profile. A boy, clearly much younger than eighteen, had posted a variety of pictures on his page and invited people to message him. By the time he had scrolled through all of his photos, Tony had already masturbated twice. He mustered up the courage to speak with him without even reading his profile’s bio.

That’s right. He had lied in the chat room and told the boy that he was thirty seven. In reality, he was fifty seven. That simple lie was simply a deterrent to justify himself in the end, trying to seem closer in age with the kid. Disgusting, but that was neither here nor there. What mattered now was that he was standing on the front porch, eager to go inside and see if he could really score with an inexperienced virgin boy.

The door creaked open. Tony forced his way inside the doorway without hesitation, wanting to see the boy before he made the final decision on whether or not to follow through with his plans. When he saw the figure of a young boy with a stunned expression spread across his face, he couldn’t help but grin. He was real.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Tony sneered, practically shaking from excitement whenever staring into those big blue eyes. He remembered them from the webpage.

Backing away instinctively, the boy giggled nervously. “It’s okay! Come on in!”

Before he could tell him to wait, the boy had already scurried down the hall and into what Tony believed to be the kitchen. He sighed impatiently. Even just a simple hug would have done great wonders for him - He could’ve felt just how tiny that slutty waist of his was.

Standing by the dining room table nervously, the elderly man awaited for his young date to converse with him. His hands trembled as he reached into his pockets, pulling out the keys and wallet he had lodged in there. Deeper within, he brought a few condoms to last the whole night.

“How’s your day been?”

“What’s that?” Tony questioned, his hearing fading from old age.

Repeating himself with a giggle, the boy called to him again. “How’s your day been, mister?”

“Good, how about you?”

“Good! Um…so…what do you wanna do?”

Tony smirked a little from the question. “Well, I thought we could smoke a little pot first.”

That’s right. Tony promised the boy that he would bring marijuana for them to smoke before they had sex. Not because he wanted him to have fun - he didn’t care either way - but because he wanted the boy to be too high to tell him no. If that were the case, he would be able to do anything he wanted to him, including some sex acts that were almost unthinkable.

Shaking the thought from the front of his mind, the man chuckled to himself. “Yeah…you wanna smoke it now?”

“Uh, sure! I-I just…um…”

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m nervous, is all. Did you bring any condoms?”

“Come on over here and I’ll show you what I brought.” His voice was disgustingly sweet as he stood from his seat, almost seeming like he was going to lunge toward him.

The sound of a metal bat launching into his skull was the last thing he heard before falling unconscious.

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The sound of whimpering and crying echoed throughout the dark basement. With a pounding head and blurry vision, Tony peeled open his eyes to examine his surroundings. It was cold, musty, and damp as he laid on the floor like this, tied by the ankle to a pole in the middle of the room. Once his vision evened out, he could see a bright light coming from an incinerator, a table filled with weapons, and the figure of a man sprawled out on the floor. Upon taking a closer look, Tony realized that the man had no face. He let out a shriek of terror and crawled as far as he could away from him.

“HOLY SHIT!” He screamed, yanking on the chains that restrained him. It was no use. The steel cuff around his ankle was in no position to even wiggle around, let alone break free. It felt like all the blood circulation was cutting off by the second.

His heart pounded out of his chest as a bright light suddenly blinded him from up the stairwell, two silhouettes standing at the top. He could hear them exchanging conversation as they came down the stairs, their words muffled and slurring together horrendously. His hearing must have gotten worse from the impact against his head.

“What’s going on? Wh-Who are you?!”

With a sick burst of laughter, the taller figure launched another fist into his jaw. He fell backward and began coughing up his own saliva, a tooth now completely detached from his gums. He spit it out onto the floor with a sob.

“Listen, I wasn’t h-here to do anything! I just wanted to help him!” Tony squealed like a sweaty pig on the chopping block for dinner that evening. The two figures simply stared at him with sick grins on their faces. Only then did he realize that the shorter one was the boy he spoke to online - Perhaps the young woman beside him was related somehow? Either way, he had to think of some excuse to get out of this mess. “A-Are you his older sister? You must be, right?”

Grabbing what was left of his gray oily hair, Mia lifted his skull upward with a horrific grin spread across her pretty face. “Something like that. What about you? Why’re you here?”

Tony stammered over his words. Every time he failed to produce an excuse, Mia launched the heel of her combat boot into his chest. It was only then that he noticed they had spikes on them.

“I-I wanted to help him! I know how hard it i-is to be gay that young and…and I wanted to guide him through it!” He blubbered like a newborn. Although, it didn’t seem to do much to change his circumstances. Both of the teens stared down at him with so much disgust that he felt degraded.

“By making him suck your cock? Seriously? He said he was twelve.”

“No, he didn’t! He said he was seventeen!”

That lie earned him a stomp right on the cock he praised so much about. He let out a wail of utter pain before she continued her interrogation. “Here, he’ll read the chat logs right now, dumbass. And if he says anything other than seventeen, I’m gonna tear your insides out.”

Lucian’s eyes widened. He stared down at the device trembling in his hands and swallowed against the limp in his throat, almost feeling guilty for restating the horrible words spread on the screen. It wasn’t until Mia turned to him with a frown that he suddenly felt a surge of energy circulate through his voice box.

“You can read it now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Lucian stammered and scrolled to the part of the conversation where he gave his age to the predator. “You asked if I wanted to pleasure you…to kiss and cuddle you. I told you I was twelve immediately after. Then, you go onto saying I looked eighteen and you were thirty seve-!”

Interjecting her harsh words into his, Mia grabbed the man’s throat and forced him to lift his head upward so he could face her. “You ain’t thirty seven. You’re pushing sixty. What does he say after that, Lu?”

Lu. Mia called him Lu. With a spiral of emotions rising in his chest, Lucian’s voice wavered as he read out the next messages. “You asked me if I liked oral. I told you I didn’t know what it was and you said…sucking…” His mouth dry as he stared at the word. In order not to disappoint Mia, he tried again. This time, reading the exact message word for word. “…Sucking…cock. You asked ‘are you a virgin?’ When I said yes and that I only kissed a guy before, you asked ‘did it make you hard?’”

“It’s just playful chat!” Tony whined like a baby caught for stealing out of the cookie jar. His hands were painted red from guilt. “I wouldn’t have done anything honestly! I just wanted to see how he would respond…”

Mia spared a glance at Lucian again. Not because she was irritated with his performance like he thought she was, but because she wanted to make sure he was okay. His face was flushed from the heat running through his veins. She didn’t like that. She didn’t like it at all.

“You heard him. He didn’t say seventeen once.”

“Please! Please don’t do this! I-I have money, we can work this o-!”

Her knuckles launched into his face again. Before he could recover from the attack, she put her blade up to bare abdomen and began stroking the tip against his skin. Blood streamed from the shallow cuts she made. God knows how much worse it would be once she actually got serious.

Lucian watched intently with a tiny smile. His lips quivered a bit from speaking of such foul conversation, but he couldn’t help but to feel a bit proud of himself. A few years ago, he wouldn’t have been able to even look at the chat without crying. Now, he was conducting them and bringing these predators to justice with someone he looked up to.

“You ever used a chainsaw, Lu?”

Lucian’s eyes lit up. It was a sudden question but one he was sure to have an answer to. “N-No, ma’am. I mean…I’ve seen one used but…”

Dropping the knife with a small clatter against the pavement, Mia got up from her knees with a mischievous grin resting on her freckled face. Lucian blinked a few times in awe of how pretty she was. Carl was really a lucky guy.

“I’m gonna teach you how to use one today.”

“Really?” Lucian’s heart raced inside his ribcage from the sudden change of plans. Usually she tortured the guys with him watching closely from behind. They never exchanged many words with each other either - Only few rings of laughter and degrading the predator they caught. This opportunity wasn’t something he wanted to pass up.

Marching over to the weaponry table, Mia reached underneath it and pulled out a large bag. Both Tony and Lucian had a feeling they knew what was contained inside it. The man sobbed and screamed for mercy as the white-haired boy traced her every movement like a hawk.

Once the fabric unzipped, she pulled out the weapon by its handle. The blade was sharper than ever. Lucian could hardly look at it without feeling a bit intimidated. It was a huge tool. Seriously huge. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to even lift it up like she wanted him to.

It felt like mere seconds before Mia approached him from behind, leveling the chainsaw into his hands while supporting his back with her own frame. In a sense, Lucian felt more secure that way - But he was still incredibly nervous in case he messed up.

“C’mon. I’ll help you.” She assured him, her head nearly resting on his shoulder whenever she leaned in to do so. He nodded and placed his hands onto the handle, only for her calloused palms to grasp over top of them. That way, she’d still be able to control the movement if it got too out of hand. “Thatta boy. Look how perfect you hold that chainsaw,” she hummed with an adoring smile. He smiled too. She was so cool.

The happiness he once felt left his body as his eyes darted toward the man he would slaughter in the matter of seconds. He couldn’t bear to look him in the face, staring at the cracked stone floor. At least then, he couldn’t see how much it hurt whenever the blade dug its way inside.

Mia took notice of his visions. She understood if he was nervous but at the same time, she didn’t want him to miss out on how awesome it was going to be to murder the fuck out of him. So, in order to ease him up to it, she tried reminding him of what Tony did.

“Twelve years old, huh? Maybe we should take twelve limbs then.” She snickered with a sick sneer on her face.

“LET ME GO!” The man hollered with barely enough breath to fill his lungs. “LET ME GO, PLEASE! I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY!” His hand reached Lucian’s legs. He groped his shins while trying to pull himself upward, panting and wheezing. “H-Have mercy…I have a family…”

Lucian’s eyes did not shift from his face. He could remember the expression his stepfather made whenever he begged for his life. Why, he wondered, did they all look the same? If that was the case, maybe Tony wore the same expression Ryan did whenever he was being pleased by a boy like him.

“Shut the fuck up, you disgusting manwhore,” Mia kicked his head to shove him away from Lucian’s legs he was previously groping. “A family? Your first wife divorced you and took the kids after she found all the child porn you had. What the fuck are you talking about?”

Lucian’s eyes widened. How many children had he done this to? How many cried for their mothers and fathers? How many? His throat felt choked as he asked himself these questions. Had he known this man brutally took away the innocence of other children, he would have started the chainsaw a long time ago.

But he was afraid. He was afraid to do it and becoming something far worse than what Tony was.

Mia pushed it again. “C’mon, let’s do it. Let’s make him scream and beg like a little perra.”

“…I…” Lucian couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes. His fingers trembled around the chainsaw. “I don’t want to…he said he’s so-sorry…”

There was that innocent sweetheart that everyone took advantage of. It made Mia sick to the stomach to think about how many people had used his naïve natures against him. All they had to do was throw a pity party and give a weak ass apology for Lucian to break down in tears and forgive them. Not this time. She wouldn’t let him get away this time.

“You don’t have to forgive him. You don’t have to forgive any of them.”

Before he could respond to those intoxicating words, the chainsaw reeled on with a loud screech. Blood sprayed onto the ceiling of the basement as Tony let out a wail of horror, staring into Lucian’s eyes as if he were responsible for it all. Lucian tried to pull the blade from his chest, but Mia lurched him forward to hand another blow. The blood fountain grew thick as his insides were shredding all over. His bones, his muscles, his organs - They were torn apart. The screaming stopped after seconds but Mia didn’t release Lucian from her grasp. Instead, she lifted the blade onto Tony’s neck and began to decapitate him.

His head flew off his shoulders with a sickening splat, relieving them of their goal. Mia laughed hoarsely before dropping the weapon to the ground, freeing Lucian from her arms.

“Hahah! You’re a natural!” She praised him, stroking her hand against his fluffy hair. She was taken aback when feeling so soft it was. “How do you feel? That was pretty dope, wasn’t it?”

Silence. Mia began to worry that she had pushed him a bit too far. Then again, even if she did, she couldn’t picture herself apologizing. That man deserved it. If Lucian didn’t want to get dirty, he shouldn’t have offered to help her. And yet, at the same time, she did feel a tad guilty. Maybe she should’ve gotten a better clearance? Maybe she should’ve asked if he was sure?

Before she spiraled too much, she spotted the expression on his face. With a ring of sweet laughter, he wrapped his arms around Mia’s waist and embraced her. “Hahah, that was awesome! We should do that every time! For the next guy, we should cut for even longer!”

Hesitantly, she pushed him in closer by placing her palm to the back of his skull. Strangely enough, she didn’t feel awkward like she usually did whenever receiving a hug from a guy. It was like Lucian was able to override any sort of negative connotation she had towards men in general. Because unlike most boys, Lucian didn’t think like that. When he reached for a hug, he didn’t care about Mia’s gorgeous body - He only cared about her. Maybe that’s why she held him longer and patted his head; Lucian was just her little sidekick, almost like a little brother.

“Yeah, whatever. Just don’t start feeling sorry for them again.”

Releasing her, Lucian giggled to himself a little. “Yes, ma’am.”

Mia flicked him in the forehead, similar to how she scolds Carl for saying something negative about himself. Lucian whined and tried to protect himself, smiling like an idiot.

“My name’s Mia. Not ma’am. You act like I’m bitchy old lady or something.” She sneered. With a playful shove to Lucian’s shoulder, she dragged the corpse into the back room where they kept the rest. “But good job, Lu.”

Lucian blushed a little from the compliment. Receiving such kind words from his idol was like a dream come true. “…Thank you, Mia.”

#oc: lucian williams #friend’s oc: mia jacobs #101’s wpw

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First time the kid (Shriv and Bane's kid) call them dad, what was their reaction?

OH MY GOOOOD I love this!!

Warnings: None

Two short ficlets where Duros get called "Dad."

Word count: 652

So let me start off by saying in Battlefront 2, Durese is spoken by the Duros in Co-op mode. It sounds very similar to Huttese. Huttese was based off a real-world language, and I am going to use this language and tweak it a bit like the original sound designer did for the movies, but in this case for my own fanfics. I surmise the Durese word for dad or father is "Taita.”

Unbeknownst to Cad, you had learned the Durese word for “dad.” He was gone quite frequently away on business, but the little tyke was sprouting faster than a stalk of Luna-weed and could drive you just as crazy.

The halfling was barely a year old but was getting bigger by the day; you whispered to him saying “Taita,” pointing to Cad as he relaxed, feet kicked up across the caf table as he snoozed.

That ungainly hat was tipped over his elliptic eyes; he wouldn’t see what you were up to, however frustrated as the baby only cooed.

You were determined to surprise him; you wanted to see what he would do. If anything, you hoped to bring a smile to his threadbare face.

One day, he went to hug you; he would be absent from your life for days - you hated it  – he had to reap his keep; bring home the nuna bacon.

He squatted down to where the child was crawling, playing with a light up toy. His bright red eyes blinked slowly, taking in his daddy’s grimace, though he began to smirk behind the ever-present toothpick in his mouth.

One gloved hand pressed down upon his head in a gentle pat, the baby outright gleaming in happiness through a set of tiny razor-fangs. “Taai’ta,” the child crooned.

"Well, Ah'll be kesseled," Cad muttered beneath his breath, making the motions to remove the bit of wood from between his lips. His free hand’s fingers curled, backwards, and he stroked the little Duros’ cheek before he pinched it gently.

“He’s gon’ be smart,” he said more to himself before gazing up at you from beneath the shade of his bolero. He rose to greet you, towering above your smaller stature. He grabbed the flesh of your posterior and pulled you close.

“Teach ‘em te say kaw’sai next.” He didn’t even question how you had learned the first – it was out of love, that was plain enough.

“What’s that mean?” you asked shyly; he never failed to disarm you with his touch or a simple glance.

“Life-giver,” his husky voice responded; you realized it was the human equivalent of “mom.”

“Say Taita. Taaaaita,” Shriv gently tried to persuade the child as he sat next to you with the baby on your knee.

“No, say momma. Mom-ma,” you tried to coax her instead.

The halfling looked between the both of you and giggled, flashing a tiny row of fangs. She reached out her little hand and pressed it against Shriv’s rostrum.Hhe melted as she began: “Poo-poodoo!”

You burst out laughing; Shriv seemed shocked. He was blushing profusely before he sank back against the couch.

“Ok, WOW.”

“It’s your fault for the way you go around talking in the house,” you chided him, though you weren’t upset. Shriv shook his head and leaned forward once again, rubbing the flat of his face against his daughter’s.

“I love you too, squirt.”

She made another sound reminiscent of a purr or a kind of rumble, announcing “Taita” softly to him.

Shriv gasped and pulled away before he turned to mush. He kissed her along her forehead many times over before looking to you.

“Oooh, she knew. She knew …” he wagged a finger in the air. “She was just joking around,” he stated proudly.

“Oh no,” you announced in mock dismay. “She’s already inherited your sense of humor, God help us all.”

“You know you like it,” he countered flatly, and he was right.

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Masterlist

#Cad Bane #Shriv Suurgav #Cad Bane x Reader #Star Wars Fluff #Anonymous ask #Shriv Suurgav x Reader

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pale in a liminal moon 🌙 chapter 6

Pairing: Grian/Scar

Tags: selkie AU, steampunk AU, enemies to lovers, slow burn

Summary: Scar hatches a scheme and takes a dip.

Words: 3,519

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It was easy to forget exactly how dark his study was. Even stepping past the door into the hallway beyond had Scar blinking, the sudden influx of light making his eyes ache. 

That was definitely a sign that he had been cooped up for far too long. 

The jingle of a servant-bot caught his attention, and he glanced down. The small robot was at his feet, rolling back and forth like an excited puppy. Scar cooed affectionately, reaching down to pat its head. 

“Hey buddy,” he said, smiling. “Do you know where Grian’s gone off to? I need to talk to him.”

The servant-bot jingled in a way that Scar could almost describe as anxious, but it nevertheless began to wheel down the hallway. Scar followed behind, worrying his lip between his teeth.

Ironically, the servant-bots were very good at knowing where Grian was. After the whole ‘getting ripped apart’ incident, Scar had issued the order to avoid Grian unless absolutely necessary. They had done a very good job of tracking his movements after that, even leaving rooms preemptively before Grian arrived.

They wound their way through the mansion, past many corridors and rooms. Clearly, Grian was not close, but Scar was grateful for the walk – it gave him time to think. 

Logically, his biggest problem in this whole mess was Doc. The fact that he had gone through with the power-play of calling Scar’s private phone meant that he was clearly impatient, itching to get ahead on the project. The fact that he was able to call Scar’s phone meant that he could probably get at Scar in far scarier ways.

And yet, Doc’s phone call wasn’t what had Scar stressing – no, it was Bdubs’. In business, a man’s reputation was everything – it could mean the difference between success and bankruptcy, between public praise and utter humiliation. If he didn’t nip this rumor in the bud, ConCorp could be in real trouble. 

Scar groaned. To make matters even worse, the HEP charity gala was coming up. Squeezing tax-deductible donations out of people might be a little difficult if everyone thought you were hiding an illicit marriage.

When the problems piled this high, Scar found it helpful to tackle them one at a time. In this case, he needed to save his reputation before it got properly sullied, so first priority was clearing up those rumors.

Unfortunately, to do that, he needed Grian to cooperate with him. Reassuring everyone that his personal life was all above-board would be very difficult if your spouse remained hidden from public view. No, Grian had to make a few appearances, shake a few hands, grease a few wheels, and then Scar should be free to continue business as usual.

Getting Grian to actually agree to that was the hard part.

Grian really only wanted one thing – freedom. The one thing Scar couldn’t give him. 

Scar paused, head tilting thoughtfully. Was that actually true? Could Scar not give him freedom? Not at the moment, certainly, but… what about the future? 

He grinned, the cogs in his head beginning to turn. Doc had already told him that he had an endgame with Grian – studying the process of transformation itself. Once Doc discovered those secrets, there wasn’t any reason to keep him. Plus, if they let him go, they could use their fancy new facility to study all sorts of other crazy things!

In fact… with Grian’s cooperation, Scar was sure that he could make the HEP gala an incredible success. And what better use of those HEP funds than building a research facility? 

Scar nodded, satisfied. This was a perfect patented Scar-plan if he had ever concocted one. Get Grian to cooperate by promising his freedom, knock the HEP gala completely out of the park, get enough funds to build Doc’s facility, discover the secrets of transformation, then use that facility for whatever they wanted once they finished with Grian. Nether, they could even study actual environmental protection-y things. 

Scar was shaken from his thoughts when he suddenly stumbled, nearly tripping over unexpectedly uneven ground. Glancing around, he was more than a little shocked to realize that the servant-bot had led him to the backyard. 

He blinked a little, but it wasn’t too bright. The spring sun was largely blocked by tall trees that lined the cobbled path through the backyard. Scar was treated to a beautiful mosaic of dappled sunlight cast on the garden earth.

Scar inhaled deeply, letting the scent of new growth fill his lungs. He usually took walks every day, but lately, he had been too preoccupied. It was nice to finally get out again.  

They began to head down the path, the servant-bot making amusing clanking noises as it rolled over the uneven ground. The trees swayed lightly in the wind, filling the air with the sound of rustling. 

Scar expected them to head towards the very back of the garden, where he had set up a picnic area by a scenic overlook, but to his surprise, the servant-bot turned down one of the side paths. 

He squinted as the garden suddenly opened up, large trees giving away to a wild bed of bright flowers and cattails. Beyond that was a large pool, the natural water a dark blue-green despite the sunlight reflecting off the surface. A wooden deck cut across the center of the pool, complete with a set of steps that led into the deep end. On the far edge, the pool was surrounded by a cluster of mossy rocks, accentuated by a miniature waterfall bubbling away. 

Scar could see movement below the surface of the dark water, a large shape darting quickly through the depths. Unless he had acquired a colossal fish without him knowing, that was almost certainly Grian. 

Scar gave the servant-bot one final pat before taking a deep breath, beginning to walk across the wooden deck. 

At the sound of his footsteps, the figure froze suddenly. It hovered in the water for a moment as Scar approached, almost contemplative in its hesitation. After a pause, it began to move towards the surface, features getting clearer as it grew closer. 

With a silent ripple, Grian’s head poked through the water. His fringe was plastered to his forehead, strange dark eyes peering through the damp locks. He kept his nose and mouth under, apparently not feeling the need to take a breath.

In this moment, he looked every bit the fairytale creature that he was.

Scar swallowed thickly, stopping in his tracks. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. Some deep-rooted instinct was screaming at him to not get any closer.

“Hey Grian,” he greeted, voice uncharacteristically soft. “How have you, er… how have you been holding up?”

Scar mentally berated himself. Was every interaction he had with Grian doomed to be unbearably awkward? 

Unsurprisingly, Grian didn’t bother to respond, continuing to simply stare at Scar with those dark eyes. 

Scar inhaled sharply, steeling himself. He wasn’t just doing this for fun – he needed to talk to Grian. 

“Listen,” he began, “I know that our last conversation was… difficult, but I really need to talk to you again. About our whole arrangement. Some new things have come up, and I think you should know about them.”

Grian just stared back, expression inscrutable, before silently slipping below the water.

Scar groaned, turning his gaze to the sky. Why was he even surprised? Grian had made it pretty clear that he wasn’t interested in hearing anything from Scar that wasn’t a declaration of freedom. 

And yet, he really, really needed to talk to Grian, because if they didn’t come to some kind of agreement, then it was very possible that Grian would be–

Scar was snapped out of his thoughts by the sudden feeling of something gripping his ankle. Before he could react at all, he was forcibly yanked forward. He let out a panicked shriek as he lost his balance, barely able to glance down before he hit the water.

Instantly, the breath was knocked out of him. The water was shockingly cold, sending Scar into a state of immediate panic. He thrashed helplessly, muscles not cooperating with him – even with his metal leg brace, he felt incredibly weak against the pressure of the water. 

More concerningly, even with his eyes open, Scar couldn’t tell which way was up. The dark water seemed endless. The rays of sunlight that cut through the murk did nothing to ease the gut-churning fear that consumed Scar’s entire body.

He felt something tugging at his collar, and there was a rushing sensation as he was pulled through the water. Even in his panicked state, Scar came to a chilling realization. Grian was dragging him. Grian was dragging him down . He was going to drown Scar.

Scar writhed, but he was helpless in Grian’s grip. Had this been his plan all along? Simply waiting for an opportune moment to exact his karmic retribution? Even underwater, Scar could feel tears welling in his eyes. He didn’t want – no, he couldn’t go like this – he needed to do something, please, not like this– 

And then they burst through the surface of the water. Scar gasped, spluttering as water sprayed from his lips. He barely even noticed being laid out on the ground, instead focusing on getting his breathing under control.

As the ringing in his ears died down, he could hear a mischievous laughter from behind him. “Jeez Scar, if I had known you couldn’t swim, I wouldn’t have pulled you into the deep end.”

Scar coughed. So this had been… a prank. Not a murder attempt. 

Even with that reassurance, Scar could still feel his heart pounding in his chest. 

Attempting to gain some dignity back, Scar cleared his throat. “I can swim!” He protested, voice still rough from the water. “I just wasn’t ready!”

Grian just laughed again, the lilting sound sending shivers down Scar’s spine. “Sure, whatever you say.”

Scar froze, a terrible thought suddenly occurring to him. He frantically flicked his gaze over the rocks in front of him, looking out for a familiar coppery flash. “Grian, my – my cane, I think I dropped it in the water, I need to find it–”

Before Scar could finish, he was cut off by a displeased huff, followed by the telltale splash of water. Sure enough, when he looked out at the pool, he could once more see movement below the surface. 

Scar inhaled slowly, attempting to soothe his frazzled nerves. He needed to trust Cub’s design. Grian would be fine, the cane wouldn’t somehow activate underwater. No one would be dying from a silly prank today.

Having calmed somewhat, Scar could finally take in his surroundings. Grian had brought him to the far edge of the pool, laying him out on the rocks rather than the wooden deck. 

Very seal-like behavior. 

Scar was in the middle of picturing Grian doing the funny banana pose when something caught his eye. Some distance from Scar, something bright red was sticking out of the rocks.

Scar awkwardly scooted closer, grunting in pain as the rocks clanged against the coppery rungs of his leg brace. The mystery object was definitely made of fabric, laid out flat as if drying in the sun. 

A jolt of recognition shot through Scar. That was Grian’s sweater – rather, Scar’s old sweater that Grian had grown so fond of – whatever! It was Grian’s sweater, and now that he was closer, Scar could see a pair of black pants as well. And… that was definitely underwear. Oh no. 

There was a great splash of water, and Scar instinctively snapped his head skyward, embarrassment setting his cheeks aflame. Normally, he wasn’t one to care about modesty, but he wasn’t sure Grian even knew that being naked was considered untoward. 

“Next time I prank you, I’m going to confiscate all your stuff beforehand,” Grian grumbled, accompanied by the clatter of what had to be Scar’s cane hitting the rocks. “I have no idea how on earth you managed to fling that thing so hard that it got wedged in the mud, but you did.”

“That’s… impressive.” Scar replied, keeping his gaze fixated on the sky.

“I have to say though, I don’t know why you were so freaked out. The cane and your… leg thingies both look fine to me, no rusting in sight.”

“Ah, that’s ConCorp technology for you! Only the finest of alloys used in our products!” Scar replied jovially. If he squinted and turned his head to the side, one of the clouds looked kind of like Jellie eating a giant sandwich. 

“… What are you looking at?” Grian asked, curiosity evident in his voice. 

“Oh, you know, just… examining the cloud formations!” Scar said. Technically, he wasn’t even lying. “Looks like it might rain today!” 

“No it doesn’t.” Grian scoffed. “The clouds are too low for that.” 

“Oh. Well… I guess I should leave the weather predictions to the experts!” 

After a moment of Scar still determinedly staring at the sky, Grian burst into laughter. “Ah, I know what this is. I forgot how weird humans are about the clothes thing. Sorry Scar, I didn’t mean to upset your delicate sensibilities.”

“Delicate sensibilities!” Scar spluttered. “I’ll have you know that I’ve never been accused of proprietary!” 

Grian giggled again, and the sound made a smile spread across Scar’s face despite his continued embarrassment. “You’ve definitely got the wrong word. Regardless, if you care so little about propriety, why are you still looking away?”

“I was just trying to be polite!” Scar exclaimed. “I mean, what if you cared about prop… property?”

“Scar, if I cared, I would’ve told you to look away. Now, would you please just look at me, we can’t have a conversation with your head stuck in the clouds.”

That… was a fair point. Steeling himself, Scar managed to tear his gaze away from the sky.

To his immense relief, Grian had already put his underwear on, and was in the process of pulling his sweater over his head. Scar didn’t know if he could’ve actually handled what was going to be a very difficult conversation while one of the participants was in the nude.

Some part of that relief must’ve been plain on his face because as soon as they made eye contact, Grian laughed again, the sound sending a pleasant rush of warmth through Scar. 

He… he wished they had met some other way. That Grian had just been some socialite Scar had met at a party. With no baggage between them, it would be so effortless for him to charm those laughs out of Grian, so satisfying and sweet to be in his good graces.

In another life, they could’ve been such close friends.

Scar shook the thought away. What-ifs never did a man any good.

Grian’s laughter had petered out, though he was still smiling. Rays of sunlight caught stray strands of his damp hair, creating a golden halo around the crown of his head. He looked so different from the creature of the depths he had been only a few moments ago, instead radiating an effortless ethereal allure. 

In this moment, Scar saw him as he was - both beauty and beast. 

“Well then?” Grian asked, his voice still taking a teasing lilt. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

Right. Scar did not come here just to take a little dip. He wrapped his arms around himself, willing the chill from his damp clothes to leave him. 

But how to start? Grian was clearly in a much better mood than last time, which was a plus, but he still needed to be careful. If he messed this one up too, he wasn’t sure Grian would give him yet another chance. 

“Do you like it here? In the pool, I mean?” Scar asked. 

Grian shrugged. “It’s alright. I mean, it’s a very nice pool, but nothing can beat the real thing, y’know?”

“The ocean?”

Grian nodded. His smile had faded – instead, he had taken a wistful expression, and his eyes seemed far away. 

“We could always go visit the ocean.” Scar offered cautiously. “Just say the word.”

Grian refocused his gaze onto Scar. “What are you playing at?”

Scar had to fight not to squirm under the intensity of Grian’s scrutiny. “Grian, I can’t give you exactly what you want right now. But I’m trying to say that life here doesn’t have to just be miserable imprisonment. And it… also doesn’t have to be forever.”

Grian folded his arms, and Scar felt his heart sink. He could literally see Grian closing off. “Doesn’t have to be forever, hm? I don’t think he is particularly interested in catch-and-release.”

“Then it was a mistake on Doc’s part to get me involved.” Scar said, then startled. His tone was far angrier than he had meant it to be. Even Grian seemed surprised, his eyes widening fractionally. Scar took a calming breath before continuing. “If he’s inviting me to this project, then he’s going to have to play by my rules.”

“So… what? You’re going to let me go after getting what you want from me?”

“I mean… that’s not how I would phrase it, but… yes.”

Grian scoffed. “Why should I believe you? What are you getting out of this ‘nicer’ arrangement?” 

Scar clasped his hands together. “Well, ideally… your cooperation.” 

“In what way, hm? You want me to stop thrashing when they experiment on me? Break too many of your precious scientists’ noses?”

Scar winced. “Um, actually… I was hoping that you would be my, er… date.”

There was a long moment of silence. Grian stared at Scar, mouth slightly agape. Scar felt his throat go dry. 

And then Grian burst into laughter. “You’ve got it a little backwards, mate. I think you’re supposed to ask someone out before you marry them.”

Scar flushed, and this time the blush was so intense that he could feel his ears burning. “We wouldn’t have to actually date!” He reassured. “I just need you to make some appearances with me, that’s all.”

Grian kept laughing. “What, did you tell your mum that you’d bring someone over for family dinner?”

“I’m serious!” Scar spluttered, and he couldn’t keep a petulant whine out of his voice. “Word has gotten out that I’ve married someone, and if I don’t introduce you to high society, the rumors will just get worse and worse. And with the dance coming up, it could turn into a real disaster for the company.”

To his surprise, Grian perked up at that. “A dance?”

Scar clutched onto that interest like a lifeline. “Yes, a charity masquerade. I told you about it when you first got here. It’s an annual event, lots of dancing, food, drinks, music, you name it – it’s a total blast. And everyone who’s anyone will be there.”

“And you want me to be your date for it?”

“Yes, I do. That’s all I need from you. And in return, I can promise that once all this… testing business is over, you’ll be a free man.”

“And… what, you’ll take me on playdates to the ocean?” Grian snarked. 

“If you’d like! Just because you have to live here doesn’t mean that you can’t be comfortable. Just ask, and I can get you anything you want.”

“Almost anything.” Grian replied, his voice quiet. Scar’s gaze fell, unable to look at those entrancing dark eyes. 

They were silent for a moment, the only sound the rustle of leaves in the wind. 

Grian sighed. “Well, I suppose I have nothing to lose, do I?”

Scar’s head snapped up. “Oh, thank you!” He exclaimed, lurching forward. On instinct, he grasped Grian’s hands in his own. Grian startled a bit, but didn’t move away. “We’re going to have the most amazin’ time at this dance, you’ll see.”

“I’m sure it’ll be just wonderful.” If Grian was being sarcastic, Scar couldn’t tell.

“It will be.” Scar assured, giving Grian’s hand a little squeeze before finally letting go. “Ah, but first, you and I need to make a little magic together.”

Grian spluttered, and this time, it was his turn to flush. “We need to what?” 

“Make some magic happen!” Scar repeated blithely. “If you just show up at the masquerade without anyone knowing who you are, your introduction to high society will be a total flop! Well, technically, I guess no one is supposed to know who you are anyway, but there’s supposed to be this air of mystery rather than total confusion, you know?”

“No, I absolutely do not know.” Grian replied, sounding petulant. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“I’m saying that we need to make a few appearances before the ball. Meet and greet, you know? Get the conversation buzzing. Get the people invested. Plus, we need to come up with some kind of backstory for you.”

“A… backstory?”

“Well, I mean, yeah! We can’t exactly go around telling people that you’re my selkie husband, right?”

“Right…” Grian trailed off, skepticism evident in his voice. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

#scarian #hermitshipping #hermitshipblr #hermitcraft fanfic #my art #my writing #pale in a liminal moon #pialm

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NSFW BELOW CUT

A list of characters who i think would absolutely orgasm during a make out session- before you EVER even touched them, and then get embarrassed about it.

1.) Atsushi Nakajima

Are you really gonna sit here and question this one??? This boy is so so touch starved. He purrs when you guys make out and i just know it. I fucking know it…. Probably does NOT see it coming until it’s already happened, and honestly it takes him a moment to register it before he has a full fucking mental breakdown. He probably cries.

2.) Junichirou Tanizaki

This one is pretty self explanatory too…. Junichirou is a bit of a geed let’s be real. Unlike atsushi- he probably sees it coming. He honestly probably starts panicking the second he realizes he’s getting hard, especially if it’s one of the first times you guys are making out. Sees it coming- can’t stop it- and is left with the cold hard realization when you grind yourself down onto him- and he just lets it happen. Probably doesn’t EXPLAIN to you what happened, so unless you’re super perceptive you might not know. Locks himself in the bathroom to clean up and tells you he has a stomach ache.

3.) Chuuya nakahara

I’m sorry for the Chuuya slander. I know some of you may be shocked that he’s on here! But… i just… i think this is just very in character for him… let’s be honest. I think Chuuya is a little touch starved…. I think he just… gets a little worked up a little too fast. He definitely does NOT see it coming. I think when it happens, he finds himself furiously bucking his hips up into you with an unbelievable fervor. His eyes squinted shut, his face flushed, and he’s grumbling.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” And then it happens.

You ABSOLUTELY can connect what just happened from the look of utter shock and disbelief that befalls his beautiful features. Like he’s just sitting there looking ABSOLUTELY mortified. And then he claps both hands over his face and practically shoves you off him to escape.

Probably doesn’t talk to you for a few days afterwards. Like- blatantly avoids you at all costs. He thinks you think he’s some kinda dork now.

Please god…. Feed his ego again. Tell him you thought it was hot. Tell him you still like him. I dunno- kiss his forehead or something. Suck his dick.

4.) kajji motojirou

This… this motherfucker is a geed. Why are you making out with kajii… no seriously what life choices led you to this moment and… are you okay???

I feel like kajji is fairly well aware that he is a VERY lucky man to have made it even this far with you. He is most likely not going to get another chance like this and he plans to make the most of it. It would be nice to cum because of something other than his own fist for once.

He does it purposely. It is all on purpose and you can tell he is getting off on every second of it, gripping your hips and thrusting up into your clothes ass as he mumbled soft whimpers of.

“Yes- yes- yes-“ against your lips.

Wether or not you let him do this or blue ball him? That’s up to you.

5.) Edgar Allan Poe

Oh Edgar my sweet baby….. my love my angel….

He doesn’t mean to… he really doesn’t. I actually have like a whole separate post dedicated to this idea with just him because i just know that he would….

You have to know he does NOT mean to. I feel like this is a concern lingering in the back of his mind… because the mere thought of you touching him gives him a boner. The shame of you feeling him getting hard over you is enough… but this? This is mortifying. Like i said in a separate post. It probably wouldn’t happen just because of the act of making out. It would take a little extra coaxing, but nothing crazy. He’s probably already rock hard just from being able to kiss you like this, and he knows damn well you can feel it and he’s so embarrassed. But i feel like you might push him over the edge if you ran your nails through his hair, or gently rubbed at his thigh. That’s it. You’ve killed him.

Like i said in another post, probably locks himself in his room and won’t let you come in until you literally pick the lock and let yourself in.

Lay with him, let him be the little spoon, kiss his head and coo to him about how it’s okay. Tell him you thought it was hot.

Play your cards right and you might get a second try, and this time get to make him cum the right way.

6.) Mushitarou oguri

Another geed. An absolute nerd. Has never seen a pair of tits in his entire life. Well- hes seen porno magazines but he got a nose bleed and was too embarrassed to keep looking…

That’s how much of a virgin we’re talking about here. But that’s okay! It’s completely okay. You just have to be patient and gentle with him. He gets very very nervous the first couple of times that you guys make out.

He’s eager to move onto other stuff… i just know it. Oguri strikes me as the type who is secretly a horn ball and once you get him started there’s no stopping him.

But while you guys are making out, he starts thinking about how you might feel when things move further… and he’s so lost in the thought he fails to notice he’s getting hard. But you notice…. Oh god you notice.

One second he’s sitting there fantasizing about what his first blowjob is going to feel like and then-

Well. Bam. It’s happened. His eyes go wide. His whole body freezes. His face goes bright red. He gets another nose bleed. He just sits below you completely stiff and frozen. He doesn’t run. He just… completely shuts down. Kinda looks like he wants to cry.

Another baby who only deserves the sweetest of love and patience. Please god if you make fun of him… he will run away and that’ll be the end of the relationship. Be sweet to him… i beg you. Tell him it’s okay.

Maybeeee offer him that blowjob to help take his mind off the utter shame he’s going to feel for the next couple of weeks.

7.) sigma

Sweet sweet sigma baby… he has NO idea how human anatomy works. He doesn’t know how his own anatomy works.

He’s probably only just coming to terms with the fact that you do much more than make his heart beat faster.

He’s probably already had a very VERY awkward conversation with Nikolai where he subtly tried to ask why he gets so uncomfortable… below the belt… when you guys make out. And… Nikolai absolutely lost his ever loving fucking mind… just… lost his shit. Cackling like a mad man… much to sigma’s embarrassment.

Sigma learned to turn to Google for answers from this point on. Not Gogle. Google. Add an extra o. That’s the difference.

So by about the fourth time you guys are making out… he’s well aware of what his body is doing when it starts happening. That of course…. Only makes him even more embarrassed. But… you crawl your way up into his lap, and as your kissing, the subtle friction you’re giving him….

He’s shocked at how good it feels…. It’s absolutely incredible. He finds himself squirming slightly below you, his hips moving desperately to get more of this friction that feels oh so good… and he completely loses it for a second as you rub yourself gently against his erection-

And then…. And then he reaches absolute… sudden euphoria.

His eyes blow wide, his jaw goes slack- he lets out a soft.

“Oh god… oh… oh-“ against your lips as his whole body trembles in your grasp.

Only after he comes down from the high, does the embarrassment set in…. Because he grasps what he’s just done… and he can hear your soft gasp of shock.

“Oh…~ sigma!”

His only option now? Escape.

“I’m- im so sorry- oh my god I’m so sorry! I did NOT mean to do that- i- i don’t know what came over me!!”

He needs reassurance… please god offer him reassurance.

And…. Of course… there’s always the option to give him another lesson on how good it can feel. Because he barely knows how amazing it feels yet.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #atsushi x reader #junichirou x reader #Chuuya x reader #Edgar Allan Poe x reader #kajji x reader #Mushitarou x reader #sigma x reader #bsd x reader #absolute bsd slander