#Experienced reader

[sugarwarachan]

more thoughts about getting high with katsuki

sfw

becomes the clingiest motherfucker known to man. refuses to let you off his lap. one arm loped around your waist, holding you tight to his chest. you're so giggly and you always tuck your face into his neck in a way that makes his heart feel like it will implode

if he's high enough, he"ll actually voice that last bit out loud, to your delight (and his horror)

makes the best fucking munchies. will either whip a full-course meal or create a snack from disparate things in your kitchen that tastes better than anything from the store

mario kart aggressor - refuses to be bested

nsfw

pussy-eating king. honestly can't get enough of how you taste

will make you go boneless with how many times he makes you cum on his tongue, humming against your clit when you tug on his hair

fucks you slow, no matter how many times you beg him to speed up. holds your hands above your head with one large palm, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours and make sure you're looking at where he's filling you up (help)

[6esiree]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 ��𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞.

Boundaries. That was a concept you never quite worried about… well, at least not until you befriended Alastor. He had a tendency of being ‘familiar’ with those he came to trust and care for, including you—though, his hands always lingered on places that were entirely innocent in nature, such as your chin, your cheek, your shoulder, your arm, and, if he was feeling particularly adventurous, the small of your back.

And while you came to welcome his touch overtime, that didn’t mean that you could change the way you perceived his gestures, no matter how well-intended they were. You didn’t mind the occasional hug or pat on the back, but Alastor’s familiarity with your body was pushing past the boundaries of your friendship, which you’re more than certain is not what he intended to do. So, you tried to communicate your sentiments to him.

“Al, I know you mean well,” You awkwardly coughed out one day, spine tingling at the delicate press of his fingers against your lower back. “But I don’t think you understand what you’re doing to me.”

“I’m not sure I quite catch your meaning, my dear,” Alastor hummed. Of course he did not. He wasn’t even paying attention to you, not with his gaze fixated on whatever was unfolding before him. “I am doing nothing at all.”

It didn’t matter how many times you tried to broach the subject with him, he just didn’t seem to fully grasp the weight of the situation he had inadvertently designed. So, what did you do next? You began to return his gestures. And though he was content that you had finally found comfort in touching him, the moment he started to lose his bearings at the constant presence of your hands, your words rung in the back of his mind.

That’s when he started to ask you, ‘What are you doing to me?’ But you feigned ignorance, pleading for him to elaborate with an innocent frown gracing your features. His smile almost dropped. Not because you proceeded to caress the side of his face with the back of your hand, a twinge of worry present in the crease between your brows as you dragged your knuckles against his flushed skin, but because he felt graced.

Alastor managed to utter a ‘Nevermind,’ but that’s because he suddenly found his mind preoccupied with the foreign sensation brought about by your incessant touches, his own spine tingling at the delicate press of your nimble fingers against his chin, his cheek, his shoulder, his arm, and, if you were feeling particularly adventurous, the small tuft of fur near his lower back: his tail, an erogenous zone for him. How wicked of you.

The two of you continued to go back and forth with each other, somewhat aware of the sort of responses you were eliciting from your bodies, though it was more experimental on Alastor’s end and more revengeful on yours. One day, however, one of you ventured into dangerous territory; and, much to your surprise, it was he that initiated the intimate gesture. You were in the middle of dinner, mouth stuttering mid-chew.

“Are you okay?” Niffty asked from the other end of the table. It was her cooking you were eating, after all, and with everybody’s gazes fixed on you, you hastily made to nod your head. “Oh no, is the food not good? Did I overcook it? Did I not—”

“Yes!—Wait, no? I’m so sorry! I’m just distracted,” You spoke from behind your hand, trying not to squeak at the pressure on your thigh. “It’s great—trust me, the chicken is tender,” You added, and that was when she left you alone.

But Alastor did not. From your peripheral vision, you could see the curiosity hanging heavily on his brow, as if he was the one being felt in such an intimate manner. Though, you didn’t say or do anything, somewhat curious yourself. The pads of his fingers gradually moved away from your thigh and down to your knee, your flesh prickling at the softness of the gesture. There was a distant ache stirring in your core now, and he felt it, too.

It was in private when he confronted you about the feeling, however, having lost his bearings from all the days, the weeks, and the months the two of you had unconsciously spent familiarizing yourselves with each other’s bodies. You had finally taken a toll on him, and it was evident in the way he grabbed your wrist and gently pressed your hand to his chest. ‘What have you done to me?’ He asked with an anguished undertone.

“Nothing,” You stuttered out, overwhelmed by the flutter against your palm. His heart was racing, and so was yours, especially as he pulled you into an embrace by the waist with his other hand. “Well, only what you have done to me.”

Boundaries. Now he fully grasped what boundaries were, including the importance of enforcing them, for then one fell victim to a concept one never quite worried about. ‘This is love,’ You craned your neck to inform Alastor, your body pressed up against his. ‘Love?’ The word rolled off his tongue, as if savoring the feel of it. He knew what it was, though not the kind that you had fostered in his heart with your familiarity.

Alastor stared down at you intently, all the while, the hand on your waist abandoned its post. Your breath hitched as he traced your side, slowly and deliberately committing the fine curvature of your body to memory. By the time his fingers grasped your chin, you were a flustered mess. He felt just the same as you, but he masked it quite well, even as he dipped his head to tentatively capture your lips in what would be his first kiss.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Hi! Could you write something about a yan!best friend but this time he's the one who's the virgin instead of reader and reader is the one who is teasing him etc. Like your other yanbsf fic but the roles are flipped. Maybe he's flirty and teasing so reader assumed he got around but he's actually only that way around them and a huge dick to everyone else. And as they're having sex, he's rough because he hates that reader slept with other people before. Thinking of it now, this prompt also fits yan!bf because of the insecurity but I'll leave it to you. Thanks! Your writing always helps me get though a tough week :)

A/N: this prompt got me too interested for me to pass it up; I'm so glad my writing is helpful to you anon, and i hope this was what you were looking for:)

TW: Literally just smut, hardly proofread, possessive behavior, experienced! reader, virgin! Yandere, handjob,

“Don’t start.” Your best friend threatens, giving you a “i'm done with your shit” glare. 

His seemingly upset gaze passed back and forth from your eyes, to your hand. But despite his disagreeable tone, his hands stay limp at his sides, and his legs are still open at a leisurely position. 

“Why? I thought you were so confident in your… skills.” You scoff at the end of your sentence, watching your friend writhe uncomfortably as your hand caresses him. “Don’t tell me you’ve been lying this whole time….?”

You grin at seeing him frown, seeing his unhappy glare that really seems to hold a hidden bit of excitement, especially as you feel something begin to grow more shapely within your palm. 

“I haven’t lied about anything!” He blurts out suddenly, “I just-- I didn’t, say that I’ve actually.. DONE anything…” 

“Don’t tell me--” You begin to cackle, unable to hold back your laughter as you watch his face morph into an expression of sheer embarrassment. 

“Don’t laugh at me!” He shouts, grabbing the hand that thats been touching him so intimately.

“Why not, you’re a virgin who’s lied about sleeping with more than half of everyone we know!” You snicker, laughing into your opposite palm while your other has ceased its sensual movements. 

Forcing your hand back down, your best friend jerks you close. 

“If I’m really just some loser, why don’t you see how well your so-called “experience” works on me, huh? Or are you too much of a wuss to try,” He watches you try to hold back another laugh, angrily frowning.  “Maybe you’re not as good as you think; not as good compared to a virgin, anyway.”

“Oh, is that a challenge?” You ask grinning, reading his nervousness as he licks his lips in anticipation. 

“Its.. its whatever you want to take it as.” He says stubbornly, looking away. “And I haven’t lied about anything, I just… stretched the extent of things I may have done… with some people….” 

You try to hold back another laugh, resuming your experimental touches on the front of his jeans. You’ve noticed how increasingly hard he’s gotten since you started, how tight his pants have gotten around his thickness; though its not like it took very much to get him excited, having only ever received the touch of his own hand. 

Your best friend licked his lips again, letting out a huffed breath through his nostrils as you cupped his crotch. 

“So a liar and a virgin… Turns out you’ve been hiding quite a few things from me.” You cut him off before he tries to refute you again. “But that doesn’t really matter now, does it? Because you won’t be either, once we’re finished. 

“But I-I,” He stutters, watching you look him up and down, seeing how his hips have begun to lift forward in an attempt to meet your hand.

“You’ve bragged about so little… I’m sure we can manage to bring some truth to your fabrications.”

You get close, watching his desperate lips part in an attempt to call in yours. You lean in just close enough to keep him trying to close the gap, creating a bit of distance each time. You almost catch him in a kiss but lean upward, brushing your nose against his as he pants in frustration. 

“Stop-- teasing me..” He grunts, trying to keep his mouth shut. You pull away from his grinding hips, tip-toeing your fingers up to his pants buttons. You try to open them slowly, unzipping his pants zipper as he watches you. But your best friend doesn’t have the patience that you hoped. He unbuttons himself before you can, the bulge in his boxers coming to rise and push against his pants. 

“So needy for being an untouched virgin, are we? I thought you were more patient than that.” 

He looks away in embarassment, hiding behind his forearm. Your hand slides from his soft, warm tummy to the thickness in his boxers. The moment you grab it, he lets out a guttural moan, pushing his lips in his arm to avoid from getting too loud. 

You reach for his jaw with your free hand, pulling him away from his hiding spot. He looks at you with a parted, heaving mouth, watching as if you had the key to everything he could ever want. You give him a sweet kiss, one that he easily accepts, pressing up against your mouth with an insatiable fervor, gently bringing his hand down to push yours under his boxers. 

You pull away his hand from yours,pushing it against the backside of the couch with your free hand.

“Rule one you have to learn, don’t touch the master while they’re working.” You grin, giving a slow pump to his delicate, untouched cock. 

But instead of the submissive, lust-hazed look you were expecting, your bestfriend hardens his gaze. Pulling you by your hips, he forces you from your knees on the couch to his lap, letting them straddle him and keeping your hand down his pants. 

“Its not fair,” He murmurs, gripping the fabric around your thighs. “T’s not fair someone else got you fuck you first…”

He ruts up against your clothed crotch, allowing your hand to slide against his member. His thrusts into your hand grow harder, rougher as he watches you through hazy eyes and fallen hair strands. 

“You're as desperate as any virgin…” You smirk, watching him lean his head back after you brush your thumb against his tip. “But you’re as stubborn as a mule.”

 That action and your confident words only seems to spur him on, his heavy thrusts growing violent as his hand moves to grip the back of your shirt, the other coming up to meet your crotch. 

“I only learn from the best.” He says, gritting his teeth and trying his best to unbutton your shorts. “Now, I thought you said you’d teach me everything that I “fabricated”?” 

You lift an eyebrow, hearing him let out another groaning huff, getting close to his release. 

You lean in to satisfy his need to kiss you again, watching as bites his lip at a thought.

“Besides, I need to fuck you hard enough that you forget about those before me.”

[isabeauwolf]

Queen Reader x Courtesan Overhaul

Part 1

Part 2 - The Queens One Winged Bird

(Warning - smut in this chapter 🔥😏 Enjoy my lovelies!)

There he is.

Kai Chisaki, Overhaul.

No, your prized bird. Your obsession. If you were honest with yourself, you would wage war for this man should anyone dare try to take him away from you.

Your heartbeat quickens hard in your ribcage. He's more handsome and breathtaking in person, so close and yet so far away. His cold, calculating and merciless bright liquid golden gaze staring back at you, made your body tingle and shiver in excitement, it was euphoric and desire sing in your veins.

Calm down, girl. Don't want to spook him. You mentally chastised yourself, keeping your face neutral as you greeted him with a smile, filled with genuine happiness, instead of your practiced perfect fake smiles. "Good evening, Kai Chisaki." You stood, allowing him to fully see you in one of your favorite dresses and one of his favorite colors, purple and green. "Please join me for dinner after the last two rough days you've had. I'm sure that you are no doubt hungry."

The alburn haired man was hesitant before squaring his shoulders, masked chin held high, stalking into the dining room as if he owned it, as if your roles were reversed, he was the King of the Castle and you were the slave just bought and sold to him. His movements were graceful, confident and elegant as he stood in front of the tableware waiting for him at the end of the table as a servant pulled out his chair.

What shouldn't have surprised you was how Kai's rigid stance lowered into a bow, showing respect. "Your majesty, it is I who is honored to be graced with your presents." He raised his head, drinking in your choice of gown as you curtsied back. "I see you must know plenty about me, if you are wearing my favorite colors." Thin brow raising, his heart swelled and raced seeing you in his favorite colors and color scheme for his house, it suited you.

The floor length purple satin gown, dyed green lace trimming along your neck, waist, ends of your sleeves, trailing from your waist to the front and fanning out onto the train along the back. From what he could make out inside your sleeves was green as well as he took in the rest of your appearance; emeralds and amethyst necklace stringed around your neck with your emblem and matching rings sat on the middle finger of your right hand.

You wore light makeup that enhanced your natural beauty apart from the matching eye shadow that made your eyes pop and appear to glow underneath the candlelight. The same jewels were woven into the long braid of your hair as the rest fell free and stopped at your waist.

Kai was mesmerized, entranced. A bewitching angel of the night, he thought.

"I hope I haven't embarrassed myself and came overdressed." You joked lights, plump lips curling as you sat down in your seat.

"Not at all," Kai replied in earnest, sitting as well as one of the wine bearers served him wine in a golden goblet. "It is I, who am undressed I'm afraid."

"Nonsense," You fired back, chuckling lightly. "I'd rather you become comfortable instead of being forced to wear anything uncomfortable and suffer." You waited for your poison tester to sip from his silver sample goblet before allowing you to drink your own.

Kai gaze focused on your food tester, watching for any signs of food poisoning or an assassination attempt. If anyone dared tried to kill you underneath his watch, quirkless or not, he'd murder them himself. The thought made anger and rage spike and ignite in his blood, noticing nothing was amiss, he visibility relax. He took off his face mask and placed it into his pocket, unfolded his napkin and placed it in his lap before reaching a gloved hand for his wine. "I appreciate the kind gesture," he hummed, sniffing the burgundy liquid before bringing it to his lips.

His half hoodie gaze widened as he tasted a familiar wine he often enjoyed a cup of after a long week from his own personal stash in the wine seller. "Seems you even know my favorite wine as well." A hint of a smile graced his lips. "It's unnerving and heartwarming all the effort you've done to welcome me." He tiled his head, resting his gloved palm in his hand. "What could I have possibly done to warrant The Queens generosity and favor? A former criminal." Amusement shining in his eyes, taking another sip.

I owe you, my life. You thought, remembering the day long ago when a street rat helped you when you were a child. You never knew, if that small act of kindness was out of honor, a passing whim or not. Shoving that memory aside into the back of your mind, you lowered your goblet, copying his gesture, and fluttering your lashes at him. "It's a story for another time I'm afraid. Sorry to disappoint you, Chisaki."

He met your gaze, your beautiful and bewitching gems that often plagued his thoughts and his dreams, not that he'd ever admit it. "Never took you as the sort of teasing and sassy type." A hint of a teasing lit in his usual monotone drawl, sounding smooth and sinful as melting chocolate.

"And I knew you had a silver tongue, but never figured you were such a shameless flatterer." It took everything in you not to grow easily flustered, but your body betrayed you and heated up.

That earned you a short chuckle. "Old habits I'm afraid, my apologies. After spending so long talking with clients and possible sponsors it's become second nature."

"Yes, softening and buttering up others with pretty words, bullshitting and hurrying along to the next much bigger idiot, I understand very well." You chuckled this time, watching as your dinner guest nearly choked on his mouthful of wine.

He was embarrassed and flabbergasted as he wiped his face and chin with his napkin.

"What? Was it something I said?" Your innocent smile widened into a smirk. "Being the ruler of this nation I've had my fill of boring small talk of politics, past histories, war campaigns, the weather and flattered those elder men in an ass kisses contests for as long as I've been alive." You snicker, covering your mouth with the back of your manicured hand.

Oh, Pops would have loved you. Kai inwardly thought, chuckling harder in between catching his breath. Unlike the perfect angel I've pictured her to be all this time. Your blunt honesty was refreshing and caught him off guard.

The more you two talked, drank wine and ate the more Kai would grow amused from your unabashed, cheeky and flirtatious banter.

He found he enjoyed your company. After barely eating anything edible since his capture, Kai felt ravenous. Eating nearly anything in his sights both out of hunger and manners as a guest.

He should have known you would soon nearly pounce on him. After finishing his dessert of baked honey'd pears, his gaze watched you rise to your feet, grabbing your goblet and slowly strolling towards him. Kai felt his heartbeat thunder hard in his ears, swallowed his mouthful of wine, his gaze lowered to the tempting and seductive sway of your hips, then rising from his chair and wiping his mouth with his napkin and slipping his cloth mask over his face to hide the deep blush heating and adoring his cheek.

"Oh, my pretty birdy." You reached out, brushing your fingers over the covering on his face, cooing sweetly at him. "I can be a generous Mistress." You purred, an intense twinge of desire staring at him; tilting your head and letting your hand fall, the intrusive temptation to run your smooth hands all over his muscled and smooth chest through his clothes, but you held off, not yet.

Overhaul's face scrunched up in disgust. "You mean as your whore." He spat with venom, staring his nose down at you, eyes harsh and ice cold. On the outside, he was tense and heated, but on the inside, he didn't think you would offer to sleep with him so soon after his arrival. He felt goosebumps prickling across his body as he fought to remain still and not shudder, appear unaffected and offended.

"All I ask is for you to become my male courtesan." You shrug your shoulders, walking backwards to give him space, which he was grateful for. You gracefully sat down atop the dining room table and crossing your legs. "You will be my eyes and ears in court while I am away." You hum, bating your pretty lashes up at him. "I know you are a smart man. You don't become the second in command of the Shie Hassaikai on looks and muscle alone, Overhaul." You purred his villain alias, eyes growing heavy-lidded.

The use of his old villain name made him flatter a tad. "You know my Villain name?" He tilts his head, the scar on his temple reflecting in the light. "My name is known even in your ears." A light twitch of his jaw as a small smirk tugged on his lips.

"Yes, I've been a fan of yours you could say." You nod. "I may not like you using a child to complete your goal, but I still supported you from behind scenes in the shadows." You wink and grin, studying his expression as you let the truth slip past your lips.

Now that made his eyes widened. "You were one of my secret supporters and sponsors?" He asked, raising a thin brow. He tried to keep his tone calm and flat, but the pure shock and curiosity were present.

"Surprise." You clapped your hands together and your smile widened standing to your feet. "Other than that one detail as I've said. I'm your biggest fan." You curtsy as you finish your cup of wine and set it on the table, licking your lips, slow and sensual. "Good night, Chisaki." You whisper, meeting his eyes, noticing a hint of an adorable blush growing and spreading across the tips of his ears.

You stand, straighten your gown and posture, curtsying once more and stroll past him. "Sleep well and remember that my offer still stands." You purr, glancing over your shoulder, eyes heavy lidded, then leaving. "Eraser will show you to your room."

Kai was left tongue tied, watching you go. He didn't move when servants began cleaning and clearing the dirty dishes. When you disappeared around the corner, only then, did he release the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

Eraser leaned against the doorway, irritation and tiredness clung to the raven haired man. "This way Chisaki."

Kai followed without a word.

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After returning to your room, wine clouding your head and your body warm, tingling as your maids helped you undress, untying and re-brushing your hair and washing you with a small cloth and a silver carrying tub, then redressed for bed.

You stepped towards the window, your pure white nightgown brushing your legs and swaying along your movements. Completely naked underneath it, raising a hand, reaching out to lean and press your hand against the glass; the night chill and coolness of the window caused you to shiver and felt good against your heated skin.

You felt nostalgic.

You wondered, if he remembered the both times he saved you? You could never forget.

Everything was too nosy, too crowded as you blink away big tears with the back of your hands, only for more fat, hot and salty droplets streaming down your face. "Eraser, Shota." You whisper, sobbing harder.

It was dark. It's after curfew and you were lost. Chasing after that cute cat you saw near the market, it was so fluffy and fat as it ran away when you tried to pet it. You honestly didn't know how Eraser made it look so easy! Maybe he was some kind of cat whisperer? Or did he know a secret spell?

You ignored his call of your name as he pushed his way towards you, through the overly crowded streets before closing for the night, then reopening within an hour for the more adult market, late night entertainment and wares. Determination in your mission to pet the cat, Eraser's panicked voice was the last time you heard as you chased deeper and deeper into the back alleyways. You didn't pay attention to where you were going, this way or that, how many lefts or rights you took.

Only when you stopped to rest, hunched over, hands on your knees and gasping for breath did you notice it was too quiet. Raising your head, wiping your messy hair from your sweaty forehead did you realize that you were lost and alone.

The sun had descended past the horizon moments ago, leaving you in pitch black darkness. You were scared of the dark. You started to tremble and shake, bottom lip quivering as you twirled around in the blackness. "Eraser." You whimper, tears stung your eyes.

Blinking them away and started slowly making your way back.

It was no use. Everything looked the same, dark and creepy, scary.

Eventually, you found people. Nobody would help you. Except for him, the boy who saved you.

You stood in front of the mouth of an alleyway when the boy noticed you and heard you whispering, weakly. "Please, help me."

The boy paused.

You swallowed nervously and tried again. "Please, sir. Please, help me."

Tilting his head to the side, eyes narrowed in suspicion as he took in your messy hair, clothes and signs of crying from your red, puffy gems. Turning to face you as his taller frame towered over you, shadow covering the lower half of his face, or was it the cloth mask he wore blending into the pitch blackness.

All except for his eyes.

His bright liquid amber hues sparkled like gold underneath the moonless sky. He appeared to be a noble with his fancy shoes, trousers, shirt and cloak. The intricate detail and unique design woven with care and crafted went unnoticed to you.

"What are you doing out here by yourself?" His gaze is cold, narrowing. "It's late." He continues chastising you harshly. "Little kids like you should already be in bed."

"I'm lost." You whisper, sniffing.

The boy tilted his head. "How?"

You grew heavily embarrassed, pouting your lips. "Chasing a cat."

He deadpans. "Are you serious? Who would ever be that stupid?"

Your frown deepened. "I'm sorry." Your hair falling over your eyes as your hands, clenched tightly into your dress.

He sighed, running a gloved hand through his short alburn hair. Awkwardly shifting on his feet. It wasn't any of his business. He didn't know you. From what Kai could tell you were of noble class or higher, given your fancy yet dirty clothes. He could leave, walk away and pretend he never saw you, however, he had a feeling you would cry and pitch a fit, chase after him and draw attention, which he didn't need. Closing his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose through his cloth mask with his thumb and index finger, clicking his tongue and reopening them to stare down at your innocent and teary eyed, doe-like eyes. "You better make me not regret this." he muttered, "Where do you live, brat?"

A spike of anger and offense surged through you, yet you bit your tongue, even if, your face gave away your emotions.

The boy raised a brow, clearly amused. "Well?"

You took a deep breath, calming yourself down and admitted, "The Queen's Castle."

He gave you a look that said he didn't believe you. "It's not nice to ask for help and then lie."

Your brows furrow. "I'm not." You sassed back.

The boy opened his mouth to speak and argue further when a voice called out his name. "Kai! Where'd you go?" A elder man appeared, his gaze immediately spotted you. "Who's this?"

"She says she's lost Pops." The boy, now known as Kai answered. "Asking for help and wants to go to The Queen's Castle."

The elder man, Pops nodded his head and knelt down to get a better look at you. "What's your name, my dear?" He asks. His hard expression softening and voice more gentle.

You peak around Pops to meeting Kai's gaze, then shift back to Pops.

Pops chuckles, good humorously. "Don't mind, Kai. He's a hardheaded and mean little shit, but deep down he has a kind heart."

The boy grows flustered. "Pops."

You giggle, wiping your eyes as Pops hands you a handkerchief to clean your face and dry your tears.

Eraser's voice calls you. "My Lady! Y/n!"

You perk up, turning your head in the direction of the young teens voice. "Eraser." You smile wide.

Both Pops and Kai's eyes widen as you run past them, calling for your guards name. "Eraser!"

The black haired teen twirls around, jumping off the rooftop and lands directly in front of you, panting, sweaty and disheveled. "Princess Y/n." He rushed towards you and scoops you up into his arms.

Pops quickly recovered, smiling. "I see now. That's why she looked familiar. It's our Princess." He hums, reaching over, placing his hand on the top of Kai's head and forcing him to down in respect as he does the same. "Your Majesty, please forgive my sons foolishness."

Kai grows even more flustered.

Eraser's charcoal gaze glances over at the strangers, narrowing in suspicion. "The Shie Hassaikai."

"Shota, please don't be angry at them." You pull away and quickly explain. "They found me, honest."

Erasers gaze lowers to your own. He knew you were telling the true as he sighed. "Apologies," he muttered, blowing.

Pops and Kai raised their heads. "I'm Ryūji Chisaki." He points at the preteen. "This is my adoptive son, Kai Chisaki." Bowing once more. "I wish we could have met during better circumstances, Princess. Eraser."

"It's okay." You whisper, smiling. "Thank you, Chisaki."

Kai remained quiet. You were telling the truth. He recognizes Eraserhead, your body guild from his nightly patrols, the long black ebony tresses, tired eyes and blinding cloth around his neck. His quirk allowed him to erase quirks for a brief time.

Eraser shifted you into crook of his arm, reaching inside his clothes and pulled out a bag of gold. "Here take this as payment."

"What?" Pops looked taken back. "I couldn't possibly."

You took the bag of gold, hopped down and walked towards Kai, offering it to him with a smile. "Please take it, Chisaki."

Kai stared at the bag of gold in your hand, you, his adoptive father and back to you. He's completely stunned. He's not used to such chivalrous kindness apart from Pops.

"Take it, brat." Pops laughs. "Something tells me our little Princess is as stubborn and thick headed as you are."

Hesitantly and slowly, Kai took the bag. Your fingers brushes against his gloved ones as he muttered shyly, "Thank you, Princess."

"Y/n," you correctly, smiling as the preteens blush deepens. "Thank you again, Kai."

Eraser takes your hand in his own. "Come, your parents are waiting."

"Goodbye!" You waved. Kai Chisaki, you giggle to yourself. I'll never forget you.

Pops and Kai watched you two leave.

"How did she end up here?" Pops asked, stroking his chin in thought, lips curling into a smirk as his adoptive sons face grow heated further.

"She was chasing a cat." Kai murmured, crossing his arms over his chest and glancing away. "Ridiculous."

"Were you going to take her home?" Pops presses, already knowing the answer.

"Maybe." Kai replied.

Pops laughed again, patting him on top of the head. "You would have done a good thing, Kai."

The pair continued about their business.

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That night you seemed to haunt his dreams.

You said you were his biggest fan. Why wouldn't you want to service him? Call him into your bed chambers. Or better yet, why wouldn't you want to sneak into his?

He's had wet dreams before, he's a healthy man after all.

Always thinking about masturbation as a chore as he got himself off, then his thoughts would wander to you. You had addressed him by his last name, the name he'd abandoned when he'd adopted his villain persona, then you purred his alias. It made him curious to hear you call him by his first name as you moaned and writhed underneath him.

It was as if you had casted some secret spell on him.

A phantom figure of your silhouette appeared, you crawl into his bed, straddling his waist and grinding yourself against him while moaning and smiling that coy smile.

Unlike all of the other wet dreams of the past, this one. It felt too good to be real. He can feel the heat of your body, the wetness of your core pressing against the tent in his pajama's. Your hair was undone, Kai shivered, resting a gloveless hand on your hip, thumb lightly caressing as his other traveled higher to grope and knead one of your mouthwatering breasts. He grunted and groaned, hissing in a breath to discover to his delight and surprise you were completely naked underneath your cloak.

His hips thrusted upward against your grinding, his need mounting, patience and control snapping. He rolled you two over with him on top and you flat against your back, yanking down his pajamas to free his raging erection to fist himself as you untied your cloak and baring your complete nakedness before him.

"Kai," you moan, spreading your legs wider and beckon him to you. He cannot resist your sweet siren's song. "I ache and hunger for you, please."

Kai's gaze grew heavy-lidded. Feasting his intense and hungry stare between your thighs as he leans down, resumes grinding his length against your glistening wet sex. His hands fists the sheets, caging you against him, bending his head to capture a perk nipple into his mouth, causing you to moan and arch into his touch.

"Oh, Kai." You cling onto him, moaning and begging in his pierced ear. "Inside, Kai, inside. I need you." You angle your hips and forcing the tip of his cockhead to press against your entrance, causing his hips to still.

Kai smirks. "Do you want my cock, my Queen?"

You nod your head, wiggling in anticipation as you bite your bottom lip. "Please, Kai."

"Say it, my angel." He purrs, trails kisses from your breast to your neck. "You want me to fuck you? Ravage you?" He hums, voice growing low and deep. "Make you into a fallen angel?"

"Yes." You pant, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles. "Overhaul, please."

He cupped your jaw, staring deep into your eyes. "With pleasure." He pushes his hips forward, past your soaking wet folds, feeding you his length as he grunts, "You're mine, all mine." Pressing himself deeper giving you immense pleasure and his eyes did not move from your face, getting drunk on your expressions of sinful delight and lust as your body adjusted to his invasion. "No one else can have you." His eyes narrowed, hips began to push deeper before pulling back and thrusting completely home, sinking to the hilt in a single hard and unforgiving thrust.

You released a pleasure cry and tightening your hold on him.

Kai used his strength to pull both of your hands off his body and pin them above your head, fingers completely intertwined. "All fucking mine." Pressing his full bodyweight on top of you, your breasts squished against his chest.

Burying his face into the crook of your neck.

He began rutting into your body with an animistic rhythm and more deliberate thrusts. His movements more passionate and rapid, deep growls coming from his chest. "Tell me, Y/n." His fingers tightened in yours, his desire growing. "Who do you belong to?"

"Overhaul." You answered without hesitation or shame.

He raised his head again to admire you. Your hair sprawled against his pillow, your plump lips falling wide as each sinful, shallow breaths and wonton moan slips from your mouth. Your breasts bouncing in time with his hard thrusts.

"Again." He grunts, fucking into you harder.

"Overhaul!" You obey.

Kai forced himself to complete stop while buried deep inside. His head tilts back as he huffs out a shuddering breath. His body begs for you, even if his words don’t.

His body and every ounce of his monstrous, twisted and tainted black soul wanting to serve you and only you.

Intense, lustful golden hues meeting your desperate and misty eyes, he took pity on you. His lips grazed your lips, claiming your mouth, resuming his movements to a more sensual and slower pace. Wanting to savor this feeling, your tight and hot sheath wrapped around his cock, fluttering and squeezing him, demanding everything he had to give. You kissed him back, full of passion and hunger, whining underneath him. "Don't stop, Kai, don't stop."

Such a bratty and demanding tease you are.

A slow chuckle emitted from deep within his throat, his eyes falling half-lidded as his smile grew wider and more playful. His lips brush the outer shell of your ear, "You want me to go faster, my naughty angel?"

“Please,” you uttered quietly.

"As you wish, my love." Kai nips at your neck, rising upright, letting go of your hands to spread your legs wider, hooking your legs into the crook of his arms and pounding into your tight heat with more vigor.

You keen louder, griping onto his chest, nails clawing down his hard muscles as he grunts and shudders.

His eyes darting down to were you two were joined, one, watching in sick, twisted fascination as his cock disappeared and reappeared into your core, the deepest part of your body. Kai heard himself panting, heartbeat drumming loud in his ears as your walls clenched and tightened around him like a vise.

You moaned his name as you climaxed, gushing all over his cock and dripping down onto the bed as he continued pounding you into the mattress through your orgasm.

"God, Y/n, angel," Kai's breath hitch in his throat, his jaw falling slightly slack and eyes glazing over briefly, his own climax coming faster than he anticipated.

He didn't stop.

Couldn't even if he tried, not this time. He didn't, even when his thighs began to ache and burn, he kept going. "My love, I'm-"

Kai's golden eyes snapped open. He's gasping, panting, sweating and disoriented as his hazy gaze meets the ceiling. Blinking rapidly in confusion as the foggy of half awake and asleep, his body felt hot and needy, hands clenching and nearly ripping the sheets as he sat upright. Thin brows furrow as he glanced down at his lap, the sheets and his pajama pants are hot and sticky, stuck to his skin as he grimaced.

Snippets of his dream came back to him. You. You haunted his dreams again.

Kai groaned in frustration, rubbing his eyes with a clenched closed fists as he threw off the sheets, bedding, swinging his legs over the edge and rising to his feet. The ex-criminal stripped off his soiled clothes and bedding, throwing them into the laundry basket in embarrassment, his cheeks and ears red. He muttered curses, huffing and making his way toward the washing station, grabbing the water pitcher, pouring water into the porcelain bowl to wash his hands and face.

Kai released the breath that he was holding and his shoulders relaxed, leaning against the mirror to calm his breathing, pressing the heel of his hand into his aching and throbbing head, trying to lessen the growing tension and embarrassment knots twisted in his belly. The adrenaline slowly fading from his system as he shivered and shuddered, mouth scrunching up into a grimace as he opened his golden eyes. "Ugh, I'm filthy." He shivered as the early morning chill crept into the room, wiping himself down with a clean cloth and the water into the porcelain bowl until he was fully satisfied.

Throwing the dirty cloth into the laundry basket as he stood in the room, fully naked, he didn't care about his nudity, he wasn't ashamed of his body. He took pride in his form, honing his body as well as his mind from sparing with his men or against challengers in the underground fighting death matches in the black market or back home. Kai glanced at himself in the mirror, seeing himself from the waist up, his own reflection scowl at him as he grits his teeth.

All his planning, all his hard work gone.

True, he was now closer to you, his angel. The one woman who had stolen his dark, twisted and monstrous beating heart. His molten golden hues narrow on the quirk restraining collar around his neck, yes, you had bought him. Yes, he should be grateful and honored. And yet, he still hated feeling powerless and quirkless. His knuckles clenched at his sides as he clicked his tongue.

Why did he dream such an intense erotic wet dream of you last night?

Then he remembered your proposal. His face grew flustered again. You wanted him to become your male Courtesan, your consort, your whore.

Kai felt so torn.

He knew it was an honor to be chosen for such a position at your side. If he was lucky, he could become a candidate as your King. What boggled him was why? Why would you choose him? Were you playing with him? Keeping the humiliated, beaten and disgraced one winged bird as your plaything? A pretty and obedient pet to entertain guests?

Clenching his fists again, blunt nails digging into his palms until he sighed and dropped them to run a hand through his sweat covered hair. As much as he yearned for you. Your praise, your touch, your presence, his stubborn and wounded pride wouldn't allow himself to voice it.

The door to his room opened, a maid walked in. She stopped in her tracks, eyes wide and red face, floundering and mouth hanging up. "My apologies! I'm so sorry!" She bowed and turned away. "I-I have your change of clothes and came to inform you that your morning bath is ready, my Lord."

Kai pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, running a hand down his face. "Leave them on the bed and take the laundry with you."

"Yes, Sir!" She did as she was told, placing the folded clothes on top of his bed, grabbed the basket and hurried towards the door, then paused.

Kai glanced over his shoulder, eyes narrowing. "What now?" Annoyance bleeding into his tone.

The maid swallowed nervously without peaking at him. "Her Majesty has requested that you join her for breakfast, lunch and dinner from now onward, sir."

That got his attention. He was grateful the maids back was turned or else she would have seen the noticeable scarlet blush across his maskless face. "Understood." He nodded his head, hardening his tone. "Now get out."

The maid jumped, nodding her head and slamming the door closed between apologies.

Kai found a red robe and slippers, slipping them on along with his new cloth mask, grabbing his clothes and headed towards the bathroom. He came face to face with Hizashi Yamada, otherwise known as Present Mic. Great, just what I need. This loud mouthed and obnoxious feathered bird yapping in my ears first thing in the morning. He's lips formed into a thin line underneath his mask and a thin brow twitched. "What do you want Present Mic?" The ex-yakuza asked in a monotone drawl.

Present Mic pushed himself away from the wall, grinning wide. "Mornin' jailbird! Seems you are an early riser aintcha?"

God, he reminded him of Rappa. The loud mouth, death matched fighting adrenaline junkie in his eight bullets.

Ignoring that comment. Kai asked, "Why are you here?"

"Erasers got the day off, so it's my turn to show you round the castle. Queens orders after breakfast." Present Mic twirled on his heels and pointed at Kai, then began leading the way. "You maybe her favorite little birdy and boy toy right now, but your still an ex-criminal, you naughty boy. Our Lady will explain everything before her meeting in the Grand Council room."

The Grand Council. Your most trusted advisors, men from noble houses as old as Musutafu itself, All Might and Endeavor being two of them.

All Might, Toshinori Yagi, a retired adventure known as All Might, The Golden Lion, who had given his wisdom alongside his old friend Sir Nighteye, your father before his untimely passing. Now, he served as your guide.

Endeavor, Enji Todoroki, commander and trainer for all the knights and solders underneath your command. The red headed man had a fiery temper. Rumor had it he had a run in with Dabi and one of The Leagues Nomu's a fortnight ago resulting in the long scar down his face.

Giran, Your Master of Whisperers. A sleezy man who used his network of spies to gather any information you wanted.

"So..." Present Mic peaked over his shoulder, giving Kai a smug smirk. "What scared off that cute little maid?" He winked and made a jerking gesture, "Were ya caught rubbin' one out or what? Choking the chicken? Jerkin' your meat?"

"That is none of your business," Kai was fuming, his teeth and jaw gritting so hard. He wanted to Overhaul this bastard!

Present Mic faced forward, shrugging his shoulders. "It's nothing to be ashamed of Toucan. We all do it, it's natural and human." He sounded smug, glancing over his shoulder again and bringing a finger to his lips. "Nothing wrong with thinking about our lovely Queen or anything. Don't worry, I won't tell."

Kai's eyes widened. Oh god, this yellow cockatiel fuck heard him?! Now, Kai's face was completely scarlet.

-- End of part 2 ---

Part 1: In Chains

Part 3: Coming Soon!

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I hope you enjoy this chapter as well! The spicy dream for Kai was an impulse write ✍️🫣🤭

I had to! Please give me your thoughts!

[blank-potato]

quite the people pleaser, if only i could please her

Pairing: Lochlan Ratliff x Reader

Summary:

"Please, don’t run," you mumble against his skin, “I don’t like having to watch you tear through my neighbour’s backyard. I think you knocked over their birdbath last time.” Lochlan sighs, leaning back in embarrassment until his head hits the headboard. You giggle and press yourself closer, snuggling up to him. “Don’t worry,” you say, “I hated the thing anyway.” Or Lochlan keeps chickening out whenever you two get close to having sex, but when you confront him about it, he gains the courage to finally please you.

Tags/Warnings: 18+ Explicit content, oral sex (female receiving), facesitting/riding, p in v sex

A/N: I swear I will never get over Lochlan Ratliff. Title from Pleaser by Wallows because it felt very Lochlan to me and I love the song. I have another Lochlan fic that request that's the inverse of this coming soon, and the next, next Lochlan fic I post will be fluff, I swear

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This wasn’t anything new, he’s walking home, his shirt half on, and as he fights to put on his shoes and not trip. Your dad had walked in on the two of you making out, and he decided to run now and not stick around to be murdered.

As he walks home from your house, a part of him is glad. It’s not that he didn’t want you, believe me, he wanted you. But he was scared. 

He likes you, likes you almost too much. You were the first girl he really wanted to be with, the first girl he wanted to touch. Everything about you was hardwired to turn him on, and not just your body, but the way you laughed and smelled or even the way you’d toy with your pencil when you were focused, had him going crazy and full of pent-up arousal. 

You were a shoo-in to be valedictorian and prom queen. And sure, Lochlan wasn’t a loser; he was cute and unassuming. He was very much a hot nerd or "loser" chic, like in a Seth Cohen kind of way. It’s one of the things you loved about him more than anyone else you had dated, which was a few. 

Lochlan, on the other hand, hadn’t been with anyone else unless you counted Hannah Richards, in the seventh grade, which he certainly didn’t.

He was scared he wouldn’t be able to live up to your expectations, hence the stumbling out of bed and diving out your window. He wanted to make you happy, people pleaser was his middle name.

The next time you invite him over, you make sure no one is in the house and that the door is locked, and the curtains are drawn too. Nothing would interrupt the two of you.

It isn’t long before the two of you are making out. You see him sitting there all cute in his little blue polo, and you pounce on him. Hands roaming around each other’s bodies, in wild desperation, like you had never been allowed to touch each other before.

His hands wander up your shirt, and you invite it, glad that he was going for it, but then he reaches your bra, and he freezes. You feel him start to pull away and jump into action, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala and resting your head in the crook of his neck.

"Please, don’t run," you mumble against his skin, “I don’t like having to watch you tear through my neighbour’s backyard. I think you knocked over their birdbath last time.”

“You saw?” Lochlan sighs, hiding his face against your chest, and you giggle and pressing yourself even closer, snuggling up to him.

“Don’t worry,” you say, “I hated the thing anyway.”

Lochlan just nuzzles his face deeper into your chest, the top of his hair tickling your chin.

“What are you so scared of, Lochy?” you say, playfully petting his hair, your fingers threading through the soft strands.

He looks up at you with sweet eyes that can melt even the hardest of hearts, his chin resting between your breasts.

“I just… I don’t really know what I’m doing,” he admits softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked terribly nervous, like someone just told him he had a test in an hour that he hadn’t studied for. 

“You can learn, just… trust me.”

Lochlan steadies his nerves, jaw tight as if he's bracing for something, and then he exhales slowly. He takes your hand and kisses it, making his way up your arm with slow, deliberate affection. It makes your breath hitch, goosebumps rising in his wake. He was always so intentional, so focused. Taking his time to appreciate every part of you, like you were something sacred.

“Sit in my lap,” Lochlan says softly as he looks at you.

You follow his direction, curling into him like you were made to fit there, and you love how his lips brush against your shoulder absentmindedly, like he can’t help but touch you. He’s like a little puppy the way he craves your attention, eyes always following your every move. 

Both of you, at the same time, lean in for a kiss until you accidentally bump foreheads, the thump so loud it echoes, and you’re both stunned for a second, wide-eyed.

You’re surprised neither of you got a concussion, and then you both burst out laughing, the kind that shakes your shoulders and erases everything heavy, just for a moment.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” you giggle and smooth his hair back gently, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “These things happen.”

You could tell that he was still embarrassed, the way his eyes avoided yours, his lips twitching like he was holding back another apology he didn’t need to say. 

Hesitantly, he leans in again, his hand finding your waist as he starts kissing you like he’s trying to make up for lost rhythm, from your little collision. 

“Can I?”

You nod and start helping him take off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in just your underwear.

He looks at you in awe, like you were a miracle pulled straight from the stars. His touch was gentle and reverent, he wanted to commit everything to memory so that when he was alone, he could still think about you. It was addictive.

He squeezes your boobs, rolling your nipples between his fingers. He loved to make you squirm, to see you react to him. His eyes wander and he looks down at your wet pussy. He's wanted to eat you out for a while. He would imagine you wanting him so bad, screaming and crying for him to keep licking at your folds. It was too sweet. 

Clumsily, he pulls off your panties and positions his face between your thighs. 

“This is okay?” he asks quietly, searching your face for any sign of hesitation. He didn’t want to cross any boundaries, didn’t want to mistake desire for permission.

And you see it — that softness in his eyes, the way he’s holding himself back just in case. You reassure him with a warm smile and a slow nod, your hand finding his again. You interlock your fingers with his and feel him squeeze your hand back.

“It’s more than okay,” you whisper. “I want this. I want you.”

Tentatively, he licks at your pussy before diving right in. His eyes are closed in concentration as he focuses on you like it were an art to be perfected. He takes note of what makes you shake the most, what makes you squeal. 

“Right there?” He says muffled against you, and you whisper out a desperate, “Yes,” Your head rolling against the pillows. You squeezed down on his interlocked fingers harder, your legs were shaking around his head and holding his hand was the only thing keeping you sane. 

You open your thighs to let him breathe, and he looks up at you from between them with an idea.

“Can you get on top?” He asks, and you’re more than happy to. 

You sit on his face holding your weight back, a little before he pulls you down, immediately clinging onto you as he sucks on your clit making you scream, “Lochlan!”

He’d seen a guy do this when watching porn with Saxon which seems to be paying off right about now. He tries to remember what he saw and takes one of his fingers and fingers you as best as he can. He feels you twitch and shiver, and he keeps searching until he finds the spot that makes you melt. He adds another, and it has you reeling as you bounce up and down on his face and fingers. 

He feels like he could die right here, and he’d be okay with that as long as you never stopped making those noises.

Then, as if sensing he was too content, you lift yourself off his face and collapse next to him. 

“Wait…” He breathes out almost like a whine. The air filling his lungs was very much needed and he didn’t realise how you were suffocating him with your pussy. 

“I was close,” You explain, and hearing that had him so close to pouting. He wanted to make you finish all over his face, but you took that from him. Sensing the impending pout he was about to give you, you move closer to him. 

“I want to finish with you,” You continue as you ruffle his hair, “Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” He smiles brightly. The idea of holding you in his arms as he reaches his climax with you, taking in the look of pleasure on your face as you squeeze down on his cock. It sounds too good to be true. He pecks your lips before kissing all over your face and neck, making you laugh.

“Do you have a condom?” You ask amid his kissing attack, and he pulls back, allowing you a little reprieve. Lochlan nods, reaching down to fish one out of his jeans. Saxon made him carry them around with him, just in case. He never thought he’d actually be in a situation where he’d need one in a pinch, but Saxon knows best, he supposes. 

He rips off the wrapper and slides the condom on, trying to stop his hands from shaking. He was beyond nervous, but all it took was one reassuring smile, and he felt at peace, his hands relaxing. He could trust you, and you could count on each other no matter what. 

He lines himself up with your dripping hole and fills you with his cock, each inch stretching you out like you had been dreaming of since the first time you made out. The sting is delicious, only making you want him deeper inside of you.

“Ready?” He asks, and you nod enthusiastically, you had been ready the second he walked into your house.

He snaps his hips up into you, making you squeal as he cages you in with his arms.

He leans in without a word, laying open-mouthed kisses up your jawline, slow and deliberate, each one sending a shiver racing down your spine. When he reaches your ear, his teeth catch your earlobe in a playful bite, just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Lochlan,” You whine as he starts rubbing your clit as he fucks you. It’s unfair how consistent he is, never once letting up on either one.

“You're so…beautiful.”

Lochlan was insatiable.

He could kiss you for hours, touch you until your skin burned, and still it wouldn’t be enough, not until he’d devoured you whole. He needed to make you feel good, needed you to want him, to validate the way his hands moved over you, like you were the only thing that mattered.

“More?” he asks, almost pleading for permission.

“Please, please, I need it,” you cry out, your voice breaking, raw with want. 

You were expecting something sweet and gentle. Soft touches, slow kisses like you were used to, but instead, you got the complete opposite.

From the look on his face, he loved making a mess of you. Like it was a gift to see you well and truly fucked out of your mind. There was something addictive in the way his eyes lingered, watching you fall apart beneath him. The way he’s taking your composure and humility and pounding it out of you, piece by piece, until all you could do was cling to him, gripping at his shoulders like he was the only thing that was real.

“I need you too,” Lochlan whispers against your neck as he rolls his hips into you like it’s all he knows how to do. 

“Feel so good around me.”

Each thrust was heaven, the way your walls flutter around him confirming just how much you wanted him, how good he could make you feel. 

“I want to ride you,” You say, and he reluctantly pulls out, missing being inside of you immediately. But it’s worth it for the view he has of you when he lies down. The way he’s looking at you, you’d think he was looking at a masterpiece.

“What?” you ask, suddenly shy under the weight of his gaze.

“Nothing,” he says softly. “I’m just admiring you.”

And he really means it. To him, you were something to be cherished, to be fawned over, and he was so glad that it was his job to do that. 

You straddle him and he helps you line your hole up with his dick. It’s almost too much for the both of you as you sink down on his cock, the feeling of being back inside of you making his toss his head back against the pillows. 

You guide his hands to hold your hips, “Like this?” He asks, desperate to make you happy, and you nod at him, moans spliing from your lips.  You rock up and down on him like you never want to stop. His moans are needy and whiny, just the way you like them.

“Keep… going,” He pleads sweetly as he grips your hips together. 

His eyebrows are knitted together in ecstasy as he writhes under you, each time you move, making him cry out your name. Suddenly, he snaps his hips up to meet yours, making you lose your mind just that bit more if that was even possible. You lie down, chest to chest with him, as fingers dig into his shoulders. “I’m sor—” You start to apologise, scared that you’re hurting him.

“Scratch me all you want,” he interrupts before you can get it out, as he wraps his arms around you and moves that much faster. 

“Don’t know how much longer I can…” You cry out each time as you feel him deep inside of you, pounding all your thoughts out of you. “I’m close…”

“Me too,” He replies, his thrusts getting sloppier and more desperate. 

You dig your fingers in deeper, tears pricking at your eyes form how good it felt to be fucked by him. A few more thurst and then he was crashing, cumming while saying your name against your ear. 

“You were perfect, Lochy,” You say, leaning down to kiss his forehead, and he’s never felt like this before. It was better than he ever could have imagined it would be. You climb off of him and he takes off the condom, tying it and tossing it into your wastebasket. 

Catching his breath, he could tell you were close but too shy to ask him to help you out.

You weren’t able to finish together like you both wanted, and he was beyond disappointed with himself. 

“Sit on my face again.”

“Lochlan, I…”

“I need to make you finish too, please.”

You could never say no to his puppy dog eyes, so you straddle his face again, and he immediately pulls you down and starts devouring you. 

You start trembling at the vibrations of him saying your name against your wet core.

“Need to make you cum,�� You hear him mewl between licks. He looks up at you for a moment, his brown eyes staring into yours through his eyelashes, the look he’s giving you so erotic, you’re surprised you don’t cum right there and then.  Knowing what you want more than you do, he takes your hands and guides them to his hair, silently begging you to use him. 

“Lochy…” You whimper breathlessly, tugging him closer by his curls as you feel your orgasm fast approaching. Lochlan was determined, another thing you loved about him, and he wasn’t going to let up until you came. 

His hands rest on your hips, helping you move back and forward on top of him. He was definitely getting suffocated down there, but again, he was more than happy to go out like this. 

The faster you rode his face, the louder he moaned.

“Lochlan!”

You squeeze your thighs around his head, you finish so hard you see white for a second. You fall to the side, too shaken up to stay upright as you fight to catch your breath.

“You okay?” Lochlan asks, bringing you back to reality. You look at him — messy hair, flushed cheeks, scratches littered on his shoulders and a dazed sort of pride in his eyes.

“I’m perfect. You were so good,” you praise, your voice tender as you caress his cheek.

He closes his eyes for a moment, leaning into your touch like he’s been starved for it, like he’s never been told he did something right until now.

“We should clean up…wanna take a shower together?” You ask, knowing what his answer will be. He would kick himself if he missed out on a chance for round 2. 

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[bethsvrse]

what is with this new wave of short ass drabbles with porn and zero plot what happened to yearning?? what happened to build up?? what happened to the character being absolutely down bad for reader?? what happened to the 10k words fics?? screaming crying and throwing up i miss it

[julymusings]

will you hold me instead, and tell me that it's over now?

i look forward to a little me and you, so now i hope that you don't tell me that it's over

or; patching jason up after an intense mission [2.1k]

jason todd x fem!reader; angst/fluff; brief mentions of human trafficking and allusion to murder (he's talking about how the mission went); mention of his scars; jason being insecure & thinking he's not good enough😞; description of injuries and the first aid applied to them (please do not take anything as actual medical advice); this is me hard-launching my physical touch x touch starved!jason agenda

You don’t know how early it is when you hear the sound of the front door opening and closing, just that it’s too early. It’s not like you could sleep anyway; you spent the night drifting in and out of semi-consciousness, too worried to let yourself relax. You always got like this when Jason went away on missions. Several days, and sometimes even weeks, spent anxiously anticipating the state in which he would return home—you haven’t been able to get a manicure since before you met him.

You’re still a little delirious when a hand ghosts up your arm, stirring you from your half-sleep. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room and register the sight in front of you. Your boyfriend is on one knee on the floor in front of you, brushing strands of hair out of your face with endearing eyes.

“There she is,” he says when you lift your head off the pillow and reach out to him. He catches your hand and kisses your fingertips, spreading a warmth up your arm that combats the midnight chill. You push yourself up to a sitting position, and he takes the opportunity to cup his hands around your face and bring you in for a kiss.

“Missed you,” you mumble against him, and his lips curve upwards against yours.

“Missed you too, sweetheart.” His mouth travels up from yours towards your temple, leaving a path of gentle kisses in his wake. Your palms, pressed flat against his chest, slide up to loop around his neck. He tenses, choking back a strained grunt. But you catch it.

You pull back abruptly. “Are you hurt?” Your eyes frantically dart around, scanning his entire body. Now fully alert, you reach over to the bedside table and switch the lamp on.

“’s just a bruise, baby, I’m fine.” A hand comes up to shield his eyes from the sudden brightness. But with newly unobstructed vision, you can see more than just a bruise. He has a busted lip, a shallow gash on his temple, and splotches of purple and red peeking out of his shirt collar.

“You’re bleeding, Jason,” you chastise him, getting up off the bed.

He stands alongside you with a huff. “It’s nothing,” he sighs. “Doesn’t even hurt.” But when you take his hand and start pulling him to the bathroom, he follows without argument. You lead Jason to sit down on the edge of the tub and fetch the first aid kit from under the sink, setting it down next to him on the bathtub ledge. You stand between his legs, your positions making you a half-head taller than him. He gazes up at you and for the first time tonight, you notice how dark and deep the skin under his eyes is.

“Off,” you order, dragging up the hem of his shirt. He helps you pull it off, wincing when it requires him to lift his bruised arm.

“Someone’s eager,” he muses, raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner. It earns him a swat on the arm; he grunts loudly and doubles over in pain.

You gasp. “Oh my god! Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I—”

But when he looks up, it’s with a coy smirk and a twinkle in his eye. You swat him again.

“Asshole,” you mutter, but you can’t help the slight twitch at the corner of your lips. “Why didn’t you take care of this earlier? Alfred wasn’t at the manor to help you?”

He shrugs his good shoulder. “Don’t know. Came straight here.”

“Did you tell anyone where you were going?” You ask.

He looks at you blankly, as if to say, don’t you know who you’re talking to?

You sigh, exasperated. “You shouldn’t have done that, Jason. What if ended up becoming serious? And you didn’t make it here in time? What if—” 

He interrupts your doom spiral by pressing a finger to your lips. “I know, honey, I’m sorry. But I wanted to see you.”

You sigh. There’s a sadness to it, one that comes from familiarity with the fact that he does not care for himself as much as he should—as much as he deserves. But there are no words to make him believe that you haven’t tried, so all you do is lean your forehead against his, hoping he can hear what you're not saying. You need him to hear you.

“You’re not sorry,” you whisper.

“No, I’m not,” he whispers back.

You start with his shoulder, which is decidedly not ‘just a bruise,’ but rather several bruises, all clumped together to form one giant Franken-bruise which covers his entire shoulder. It gets rubbed with ointment and you’re not sure who it pains more, because while you’re spilling out frantic apologies as you try to speed through it, Jason is white-knuckling the edge of the tub with a wad of gauze between his teeth. 

His lip doesn’t require any medical attention, but he insists you kiss it better anyway, and who are you to deny him? 

You tend to his temple last, but he’s antsy now. His leg bounces up and down, one hand is drumming its fingers on the tub, and the other is fiddling with the loose threads that hang from the hem of your shirt; you have to scold him into sitting still.

“Where’s the dermabond?” You ask, sifting through the contents of the first aid kid.

“Used it up last month, remember? After you just had to feed that fuckin’ squirrel.” His voice is gruff at the recollection. “Should be a new pack under the sink.”

You fetch the new box, picking at the plastic wrapping. “Can you blame me? He was so cute.”

“Yeah, was. Until that greedy fucker decided he wanted the whole picnic.” Jason sees you struggling with the plastic covering and takes it from you, breaks it open, then hands it back. “Bastard.”

You giggle. “You know, you could’ve just let him have the cupcake. It wasn’t worth risking rabies for.” You fish out the glass tube of surgical glue, tossing its cardboard box aside.

“‘Course it was. My girl wanted red velvet, she should get her red velvet.” Jason’s hands finally rest on the backs of your bare thighs, squeezing them lightly. He grins when that makes you let out a little squeak.

You roll your eyes, though there’s a warmth flowing in your veins that courses from the tips of your ears to the bottom of your feet. “My hero,” you muse with a smile.

There’s a pause. Then:

“I’m not a hero,” he responds. His tone is still light, but his eyes feel far away.

You start to clean the blood from the wound, which has since clotted and dried, with a saline-soaked cotton pad. He stares at you while you clean and then close the cut with the glue. And when you finish, supplies set aside and glue cured, he’s still staring. His eyes are traveling all over your face, taking in each feature, committing every ridge, every angle, every pore, every freckle to memory. The light-hearted teasing demeanor from mere moments ago is long gone. You're a deer caught in emerald headlights.

You recognize this shift. You noticed hints of it since he arrived home, but assumed it was just due to the pain. Now it’s obvious that there’s more. It’s the same shift that comes when the news becomes a circus, or when he stares at his scars in the mirror for too long.

His hands slide up your body slowly, reverently. One stops at your waist while the other continues, blazing a trail up your ribcage, over the side of your breast. He pauses at your shoulder for a split second, squeezing the flesh every so gently before continuing up your neck. His thumb drags across your collarbone, brushing against the spot that always lights up your senses and parts your lips in a breathy sigh. He stops when he reaches your face. He cups your cheek. Your hand covers his and you lean into his hold, the stroke of your small, soft fingers juxtaposing the rough callouses of his knuckles. You stay here for a moment before turning to press your lips to his palm once, twice, thrice, four times, each one lingering a little longer than the last.

“What is it, Jason?” Your hands come to cradle his neck before dragging up to his hair, and his move to wrap around your torso and pull you closer into him. You place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Hmm?”

“I’m not a hero,” he says again, softer.

“Jay,” you whisper. “You know that’s not true.”

He says nothing, only heaving a heavy sigh and burying his face into the crook of your neck. You’re content to stand like this, to simply hold him and graze your nails against his scalp for as long as he needs while he inhales the comforting scent of your skin.

After what could have been one minute or twenty, he pulls back to look up at you. He looks exhausted. “It was a human trafficking case,” he says. “They knew we were closing in on ‘em, so we had to act fast. They were…trying to…” He trails off, unsure how to put it in words delicate enough to spare you. He breaks eye contact. “Destroy the evidence,” he finishes.

You don’t respond. Despite the heavy silence that follows this admission, you know he’s not done. It takes another several minutes of stroking fingers and feather-light hairline kisses to coax it out of him.

“There was a woman. She…we didn’t—“ His voice cracks. “I didn’t get there in time.”

“Oh, honey.” You run your palm over his forehead, pushing back his thick waves. His eyelids slide down over glassy irises as he sinks into your touch. You lean down to press your lips to his forehead. “You know that’s not your fault,” you whisper. He shakes his head, eyes still closed.

“But if I’d just—”

“No, Jason.” You grip his face between your palms. He opens his eyes at the sudden sternness. “But nothing. You did everything you possibly could—”

“You don’t know that,” he interrupts.

“I do know that. I know because you are always doing everything you can. For me, and for everyone in this city. And I know that it wasn’t just you on that mission. Do you blame anyone else for what happened?”

He says nothing, but his eyes are welling with tears.

“You saved so many other people, Jason. You are a hero, and you know that. You have to know that.” Some of his tears spill over, but you brush your thumbs across his cheeks and kiss them away.

He pulls you onto his lap so your legs are straddled over his and rests his head against your sternum. His arms squeeze impossibly tight around your waist, but you don’t say anything. When his shoulders tremble and you feel the dampness on the front of your shirt, you still don’t say anything. And when he places a hand on the back of your head to pull you in for a hard, searing kiss that leaves you both breathless, you don’t say anything. You just look at him, at how pretty he is, and hope that he can hear you.

The sounds of buzzing echo in from the next room. To your dismay, he turns away, towards the direction of your phones. “I should get that,” he says. His voice is hollow. “It’s probably the bats wanting to know where I am. They’ll send a search party if I don’t check in.”

He’s about to move you off his lap, but you stop him. “In a minute, Jay.”

Jason’s forehead crinkles. You use your thumb to smooth it out.

“Please?” You breathe out. “Just let me look at you a little longer. I love looking at you.”

He relaxes back into his seat. And you keep looking at him. At his beautifully rosy cheeks and shining eyes, his puffed lips. The scar that runs diagonally down his slightly crooked nose.

It’s dawn now; the tangerine beginnings of sunrise elicit a soft glow that spills through the window. Jason takes it all in. The two of you together in the home you share, arms around each other, your face all honeyed and beautiful in the light.

And you know he can hear you.

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[d0gtoothjones]

Seduction tactics

[jayparked]

texts with boyfriend sim jaeyun

pairing: jake x female reader genre: comedy, smut-ish, fluff au: established relationship rating: 18+ mdni warnings: veerrryyyyy suggestive, dirty talk, impreg kink, talking about birthday sex and not using condoms, strong language, jake is a loser but a very silly goofy lovely loser, pet names, he's very sappy and down bad for y/n a/n: happy birthday to best boy jake! he's the reason i even got pulled into the fandom and the why im stanning enhypen now. even though i've been listening to their music since debut, i always found myself making fun of jake lightheartedly without even knowing who he was. from the post malone song "this is not it" live to the border carnival holo pc, i hope i can always be here to joke lovingly at this silly boy who holds such a special place in my heart. thank you for being my bias for two whole days, im sorry jay came and swooped me up like that. but you'll always be my favorite bias wrecker 🫶 thank you for showing up on my fyp so many times and influencing me to buy tickets two days before the concert in seattle. seeing you live changed my life in more ways than i can begin to explain. so thank you jake for being the person you are. i hope this year is filled with a lot of smiles and happy memories for you. happy birthday jake 💛

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[oceantornadoo]

au where you need just one more egg for the cake you’re baking but your neighbor simon riley looks at you like you’ve grown three heads when you ask for a free egg in this economy

[msgexymunson]

Shotgun

Description: you're on a camping trip with your two friends, and the scariest guy from school: Eddie Munson. A few beers and some weed change the way you look at him however. Maybe he's not so scary after all. Cocky, oh yes, but not scary. Especially the way your legs start to squeeze together at the sight of him. But, does he like you, or is this some cruel game to play on the innocent band geek? 

A/n: do I have 10 WIPs? Yes. Do I have requests I'm working on? Also yes. So logically, I started a one shot from a smutty dream I had, that turned into a freaking long one. Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI or I'll feed you to the fishes. Very smutty, a bit of angst, hella fluff! Reader is AFAB, cocky!experienced!Eddie x Virgin!band geek!fem!reader, very slight dub con in the beginning (touching over panties, explicit consent not given), female fingering receiving, dry humping, female oral receiving, p in v protected sex. 

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"You know you guys can't handle this shit!" 

Eddie laughs, nearly spilling the beer cradled in his hand. 

Steve rolls his eyes, chucking his beer top into the campfire you guys had set up for the evening, the paint sparking briefly. 

"Come on Munson, pass it round, quit being a bitch." 

"Yeah Eddie, share the love!" 

Robin giggles as she clutches her chest dramatically. Shaking your head, you shift uncomfortably on the ground. It's not that you haven't been around this sort of stuff before, people you weren't too keen on have smoked once in your company. It wasn't even a moral thing, you were just a little scared of the effect. That, and the fact you were sitting right next to Eddie Munson. 

Eddie, the guy you've literally been frightened of since you saw him leaping on tables in the cafeteria. That was some time ago, and Robin had assured you he was a good guy. You trusted her judgement completely, hence why you'd even considered going camping with the three of them for the weekend. It didn't help the fact that you were just a band geek, not used to these sorts of get togethers. Hell, your closest friends played chess for fun. This was so out of your comfort zone that you felt like a deer in headlights. Only a week ago you had your first beer, at 21; the proper age. Now you were sucking back a brew in the woods at night, sitting next to the drug dealer of the area. 

It could just be the beer talking, but Eddie looks good right now. Every time he shook his mane of hair out of his face it had you biting your lip. He threw his head back when he laughed and the sight of that stretched neck of his had you clenching your thighs, feelings bubbling up that you'd never felt before. 

So when his hand reached out and his fingertips grazed you, a blunt pressed between his thick ringed fingers, you gasped, pulling your hand away as if it had been burned. 

"Come on, take it." 

Your tongue feels thick and swollen, sticking to the roof of your mouth. Words. Think of words. 

"Can't you, erm, pass it the other way?" 

"No, it always goes to the left sweetheart." 

Sweetheart.

Glad the low light hides your blazing cheeks at the pet name, you dip your eyes downward for fear of them exposing you. You played the flute for Christ's sake. This was not your thing. 

"I-I, well, I-" 

"You not smoked before?"

Robin's voice cuts through the myriad of noises in your head, making you turn violently. 

"I just, I never-" 

"Look at me." 

Those words from him sing through your nerves, making you forget any thought you had, or anticipated. As you turn, Eddie's dark eyes bore into you. 

"You trust me?" 

No. A thousand times no.

"Yes." 

"Come here." 

He shifts and gets up on his knees, joint pressed between pouting lips as he lights it again, the cherry blazing almost as hot as your blood right now. You mimic his movements, rising on shaky thighs to kneel in front of him. 

"Right, I'm gonna take a pull, and blow the smoke, when I breathe out, you breathe in, 'kay?" 

His words are sweet, and a little condescending, an edge of talking down that just stirs up your insides further, guts a puddle. 

"Okay." 

He cups his hands to his face, gesturing for you to do the same. Raising your shaking hands, you touch them delicately with his. He flips his hands so they are on the outside, cupping yours, pushing them together with a lot more force than you did. 

He's close, so close. Your breath hitches in your throat, those deep eyes a couple of inches from yours. Heat radiates from his body, your skin itching almost from its blistering warmth. That could just be from the fire. Or the fire in between your legs. 

He smells good. There's weed there, sure, and the beer you've all been drinking, and some aftershave you couldn't place, maybe bergamot? An undercurrent lies beneath it all, of man and skin, that makes your toes curl. 

He breathes into you then, the swirling smoke trying to escape your cupped hands. 

You inhale deeply, focusing on the feel of Eddie's rough hands, on his touch. You breathe in until there's nothing left and hold it. His eyes don't leave yours, sparkling in the fire light. 

The exhale hurts more. Breathing out smoke, you revel in the fact you didn't cough or startle. The feeling of him letting go of your hands is far worse. 

A ringing, whooping noise finally reaches your ears, between the sound of your own blood pumping. Robin and Steve are cheering like morons, but your gaze doesn't leave Eddie. 

"There you go. Good girl." 

Damn. 

A sharp intake of breath pulls into your lungs and straight to your heat. The pure shock and desire those two words drew from you have you dropping backwards, butt slamming into the pine needle dusted ground. 

"Hey you OK?" Robin's hand on your shoulder distracts you briefly and you flash a weak smile. 

"Sure, just went to my head a little, I'm good." 

Eddie's hand reaches over you, passing the blunt to Robin. You dare not look him in the eye, fearful that everything you felt was written all over your innocent face. Out of your periphery, you can tell he's facing you. Suddenly the fire was extremely interesting. 

Robin has a couple of tokes, and tries a third when Steve waves at her. 

"Quit hogging it!" 

"OK, don't get your panties in a twist!" Passing it to Steve with a loud huff, he takes it and breathes deep. And promptly coughs his guts out. 

Robin and Eddie cackle, and even you can spare a giggle at the irony. 

"Told you Harrington. Even the little band cutie took it better than you!" 

"Fuck off Munson." 

Hell, he knows who I am. And he called me cute.

This is Eddie. Scary, metal head, drug dealer Eddie. Eddie who all of a sudden stirs your insides up and makes your head dizzy. Eddie who you now realise is actually goddamn gorgeous. 

Eddie takes a hit and turns to you. 

"You wanna try smoking it sweetheart?" 

Heart hammering in your ribs, you manage to speak. 

"C-can you do, that thing, again?" 

His smile is dipped in sin as he scoots nearer to you, and you copy him. Suddenly this seems more intimate, sitting on the ground, twisting to face each other, inches away. He takes a hit and holds it, gesturing at you to lean closer. The way he tilts his head, you could almost believe he's going to kiss you. This time, he cups your face, blowing smoke at you. It's so close his lips brush yours ever so softly. 

You're not sure if your inhale was intentional or a shocked gasp, but in the smoke goes. 

Did he mean to do that? 

One look into his eyes tells you yes. There's a cockiness to his grin, the devil dancing across his face. 

So, did he do it because he likes you, or is he just messing with you? Only Eddie knows the answer to that. 

You exhale, less than an inch from his full lips. Time stops. That is until Steve and his loud mouth break the spell. 

"Come on, get a room you guys!" He practically yells, throwing a twig in your direction. 

You snap your head away from Eddie and stare at Steve with wild eyes. 

"I-I wasn't, we- we weren't-" 

"We weren't? Well, that's a damn shame."

As you glance back at Eddie he's leaning on propped up elbows, looking so sure of himself that it's annoying, bordering on making you angry. 

Cheeks flooding with warmth, your mouth forms words without checking with your brain first. 

"Y-you know what you are Eddie?" 

He tilts his head at you, still smirking, and gestures a hand willing you to continue. 

"A cocky mother fucker." 

The grin falls from his face as he looks at you in shock. Robin and Steve practically piss themselves laughing at your sudden outburst. 

"Shit Eddie you better watch out!" Robin laughs out. 

"Yeah, that kitty's got claws dude." Steve agrees. 

Embarrassed at your own words, you risk glancing at Eddie. You were expecting him to be upset, angry even. That's not the case; he looks impressed. 

"Shit, yeah, I can see that. Didn't know you had it in you sweetheart." 

Smiling to yourself, you stretch your legs and wiggle your feet. You impressed him. Your turn for a smug smile. 

Pretty soon the high starts to settle in; a warmth seeps through your bones and a tingle spreads from your head into your body. It feels like you're quivering whilst sitting still. Steve offers you another beer but you turn it down, well aware that being too foggy right now would be a bad idea. Especially since Eddie has been creeping closer. Now you're side by side, hips so close any time he moves he brushes against you. 

The fire dies down, turning to embers. The beer coat has vanished, leaving you shivering. Steve and Robin are already under a blanket; you can see Robin's eyes are close to closing. 

"You ok there sweetheart? Cold?" 

"I-I'm O-OK." 

"No you aren't, you're shaking." 

Without a further word he's taking off his jacket and putting his arm firmly around you. Whatever space there was between you has melted away, sides now flush. 

You could say the same for your face. This may well be the closest you've been to a boy. Well, a man. He drapes the jacket over the pair of you, covering your crossed legs and his lap, and rubs his hand smoothly up and down your arm to warm you. Little does he know how much he's warming your insides, each stroke sending a buzzing desire through your limbs. 

Steve's chatting away; yet another story about Dustin spilling from his lips when you feel Eddie's other hand snaking underneath the jacket, coming to rest on your thigh. 

Eyes wide, you flick your gaze towards him. 

"What are you doing?" You whisper urgently. 

"Just warming you up sweetheart." 

He says it so sweetly, yet it belies the movements of his hand, moving further up your leg to run soft circles just underneath the hem of your skirt. 

You can't hear a word Steve is saying, unable to concentrate on anything but Eddie's touch and the whooshing blood in your ears. No one had ever touched you like this, not once.  

Robin's shrill voice breaks through the fizzing in your head; once again her and Steve are arguing over something. You might have heard Vickie being mentioned but you can't be sure. 

Eddie's hand trails higher, within reach of your panties. Breath catching in your throat, you mean to admonish him but all that comes out is a breathy noise. 

"Eddie…" 

He rests his chin on your shoulder, hot breath fanning your ear. 

"You want me to stop?" 

You don't answer, you can't. You're frozen, unable to move, unable to make a sound lest a moan escape your lips. 

He wouldn't dare, not with Steve and Robin here, would he?

He would. 

Eddie runs a finger gently down the front of your panties. The softest touch, a whisper of a thing. Then he does it again, up and down, pressing the cotton of your briefs into your private parts. 

You can feel your insides fluttering, a burning settling between your legs, being stoked by every barely there touch. Suddenly, he presses down on something that has you softly whimpering and clenching at nothing. A tingle shoots down your legs to the tips of your toes. 

You hear a small noise; it's Eddie chuckling in his throat. It snaps you out of your frozen state and you move to get up. 

"I'm going to bed guys." 

Standing abruptly, you let Eddie's jacket fall from you as he scrambles to keep it over his own lap. 

You turn to your tent and hear Steve and Robin wish you goodnight, and mumble about going to bed soon too. 

"Night guys!" 

"Want any company sweetheart?" 

There he is, sitting with that arrogant look on his face. 

"Goodnight, Eddie." 

You say it firmly, even though your resolve is as substantial as tissue paper. Stomping over to your tent, you turn on your camp light and sit on your double inflatable bed, hugging your knees. 

Now that you're alone you realise how much that weed affected you. You feel airy, light as a feather, fingers and toes still tingling. 

It must be the drugs. 

You focus on the reality of the situation. You just let some guy touch you down there. Eddie Munson touched you over your panties. 

So why weren't you scared? Or angry at him? It's not like he asked. The fact is that  no one's done anything like that to you before, and it felt incredible. Left you aching for more. That thought was making you more frightened than anything else. 

You listen to the group slowly pad their way off to bed, rustles of clothing, mumbled 'goodnights', and tent zips. 

To the left of your tent was the huge six berth Steve had brought for him and Robin. It was fancy, you assume he 'borrowed' it from his parents. On the cusp of hearing there was bickering. You don't know how Robin and Steve became friends, or how they maintained it since they acted like an old married couple most of the time, but it seemed to work. After a few minutes soft snores echoed from the two of them. 

No sound comes from the other side, where Eddie had pitched a little coffin tent. You wonder if he's still sitting by the dying embers of the fire. He's probably smoking. 

Stop thinking about him.

You undress, only pulling an oversized t-shirt on to sleep in since your big sleeping bag is so warm. You'd bought a double one with your birthday money last year because you hated feeling restricted. It was a luxury but with all the camping you did it just made sense. Snuggling into its spacious depths, you attempt to quiet the raging hormones coursing through your veins. 

God, why is he so annoying and smug? It burned you up, but you couldn't deny how much it turned you on. 

You slide your hand between your legs, pressing hard to try and quench the fire. He did something, you're sure of it. This wasn't natural for you, movements unsure and bordering on clumsy. When you run your finger through your naked folds you whimper, and see how wet you are. Gasping, you explore further, and find that spot, a hidden nub that sends a bolt of lightning to your core. 

"Oh fuck," you breathe out in a moan, starting to rub up and down. 

"You alright in there sweetheart?" 

Oh shit, he's right outside the tent. Was he there the whole time? 

"Yeah, what do you want?" 

"I'm cold, can I come in?" 

No.

"Y-yeah." 

He unzips the tent and enters, crouching to accommodate his height. Closing the tent up, he takes in his surroundings, letting out a low whistle. 

"Pretty sweet set up you've got here, your folks rich or something?" 

"No, I just do a lot of camping with the troop." 

"Huh?" He looks confused, falling to his knees to look you in the eyes. 

"The girl scouts, I volunteer as a leader." 

The laughter that comes from him is loud and rich. 

"Fuck, you got that little innocent act down don't you?" 

It's your turn to look confused. 

"What on earth are you talking about Eddie?" 

He scoffs at you, clearly not buying it. 

"The cute little band geek thing, helping out with girl scouts. Shit, the whole 'can you do that thing again?' " He mimics your words from earlier and you flush crimson. 

"Eddie, I honestly don't know what you're going on about. I never smoked before, I hadn't even had a beer before my 21st last week. I've never even- no one's done what you did, outside." 

Eddie's jaw may as well be on the floor. 

"You're fucking with me." 

You shake your head, lips pressed tight. 

"Well, now I feel like an asshole." He huffs out, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. 

"Well maybe you should, you never asked." 

"I'm sorry, I just- I thought you were one of those freaky band kids. You kept looking at me like you were gonna eat me alive, I thought I was in for a rough night." He laughs, shooting a gaze at you. 

"Well you thought wrong." You turn your head, arms crossed firmly over your chest. 

"I'll go if you want. Want me to leave?" 

Yes. 

"No." 

A smile spreads slowly across his face, and he inches closer to you on his hands and knees, palms splayed on the foot of your air bed. 

"So, you want me to stay?" 

"No." 

"So… should I sleep in the doorway?"

A fair question, considering your answer. You laugh, looking back at him. His smile is softer, much less mocking. It's sweet almost, sanding down your rough edges. 

"Yeah, you can be my bodyguard. Protect me from bears and mountain lions and stuff." 

He chuckles and climbs over; you lay back on instinct, further away. Leaning right over you, his face is an inch from yours, hair tickling your cheek. 

"You know, I could protect this beautiful body of yours better if I was in the sleeping bag with you." 

"You don't give up, do you?" You whisper into his skin, sounding braver than you felt. 

"It was the sweet and innocent thing, did me in." 

He plants a soft kiss to your cheek, brushing your skin, and another, to the corner of your mouth that makes you shiver. 

"Tell me to stop." 

"Eddie, kiss me." 

His mouth is on your then, hot and heavy, tongue begging at your bottom lip. You give him an inch and he takes a mile, tongue sliding against yours with practised movements. Not expecting the full force of his kiss, you suddenly realise you're moaning into his mouth, hands coming to wind into his loose locks. 

He breaks away, chuckling at the way you chase his lips. 

"You know, you don't kiss like a good girl." 

Merely whining in response, you try to catch your breath. 

"So, can I get in the sleeping bag? I'm freezing out there." 

"Fine, just, no funny business." You point your finger at him, gasping when he licks it long and slow. 

"Nothing you don't want me to do." He winks, and pulls his t-shirt over his head. 

"What are you doing?" 

He ignores you, pulling his socks off and  unbuttoning his jeans. 

"I'm getting undressed. Why, expect me to sleep in my jeans?" 

You merely screw your nose up in response. Stripped down to his boxers, he clambers his lithe body onto the sleeping bag with you, all elbows and knees. Sighing, you move over to accommodate him but he wraps his arms around you. 

"Eddie, what-" 

"I'm cold sweetheart, just, warm me up a little?" 

Your heart is hammering in your ribcage with the realisation that you're entirely out of control of this situation. You allow him to hold you, and hesitantly rest your arm over him. Your head is snuggled into his neck, feeling more comfortable than you had any right to be. 

"Eddie, your legs are freezing." 

"I know! I wasn't lying, my sleeping bag's shitty." 

He pushes his thigh between yours, and you remember a split second too late that you're not wearing any bottoms. Suddenly, his bare thigh is pressed against your naked heat. You're praying to any Gods that might be listening that he doesn't notice, attempting to stay as still as possible. 

He's warming up slowly, but you're stiff as a post, trying not to focus on his thigh and the slight pressure it's putting on your most delicate parts. 

"So, you gonna tell me what you were doing sweetheart?" 

"What?" You whisper into the soft skin of his neck.

"Well, I came out of my tent to see if you were still awake, and imagine my surprise when I heard moaning." 

"N-no, I wasn't!" 

"Quit lying, I can feel your cunt on my leg." 

You nearly choke on your own saliva. 

"Eddie, you can't just say that!"

You hit him on the chest. He just laughs, dragging your little fist to his mouth to kiss it. 

"I can when you're soaking my leg." 

Opening your mouth to respond, all words escape you. Especially when he grinds his thigh against your folds. Instead of words, a whimper breaks from your lips. 

"Yeah? That good sweetheart?" 

The smugness is back, but you can't find it in you to care, not when he rocks his hips and the force of his leg sets loose a roll of pleasure. He's hard, it's pressing into your hip. 

A lean arm curls around you, his thick thumb finding its way to your chin to lift it upwards. You stare into his darkened eyes as they dart to your lips and back up. 

All resolve is dissolved like ash in the rain as you feel the intensity of his stare and the warmth of him between your thighs. You crash your lips to his desperately, hips chasing friction. When his heavy tongue slips into your mouth you respond in kind, needy and vigorous. 

He takes his thigh away and you huff at the loss, but it's not for long, not when that hand of his is stroking down your front, lightly massaging your hardened nipples and chasing down to your stomach. He cups your mound, one finger pushing down on your swollen nub. 

"Eddie." 

It's a whimper, a plea into his open mouth. Responding by biting your bottom lip softly, he dips his finger lower, circling your entrance gently. His finger slips inside then and you clench around it immediately, moaning at the foreign feeling. It's odd, yes, but it's so good that you cry out. 

"Gotta be quiet sweetheart, don't want anyone hearing me fuck you with my fingers." 

His crude words are peppering your insides with fire, the evidence of your arousal seeping out of you. Humming in response, you bite your lip, clinging desperately to his side. 

He slowly pumps his finger in and out, watching your face. You're slick jawed, eyebrows knitted tight, hips rolling with each thrust of his hand. 

"Fuck you're so tight, can barely fit my finger in." 

"Eddie, no one's ever-" 

"Shhh, I fuckin' know sweetheart. Gonna make you feel really good. Just enjoy it." 

He curls his finger inside you, incessantly stroking at something that's making your legs tense up and your insides flutter around him, the heel of his hand flat and hard against that spot again. 

"Oh my God!" You whisper urgently, fingernails digging into his sides. 

"I know baby, feels good yeah?" 

"Uh huh" you manage to breathe out as your eyes squeeze shut. 

The pressure collating in your tummy is building and building as he speeds up, finger reaching deep inside. It releases, and flows from you, wave after wave crashing down and washing away everything but Eddie. 

You muffle your cries of pleasure in the skin of Eddie's chest, resisting the urge to clamp your teeth into his flesh.

As you come down, he releases his digit with a wet sucking sound that probably would have made you embarrassed five minutes ago, but now it's just inconsequential. 

"Still with me?" He asks softly as he hugs you close. 

"Barely" You mumble; he chuckles at your reply. 

He rolls you on top of him, moving your legs so you're straddling him. His hard on is pressing firmly into your privates, your slick dampening the front of his boxers immediately. 

"Eddie, I'm not- I can't have sex with-" 

"Sweetheart, you trust me?" 

Yes. 

"No."

There's that look again, that edge of mocking that isn't making you annoyed anymore, it's making you want to pull his underwear down and slip him inside of you. 

"I'm not gonna fuck you. Not unless you want me to. Relax sweetheart." 

His hands are on your ass, moving you against him to grind on his rock hard bulge. Your eyes widen, the friction so much better than his thigh. 

He lets out a stifled moan, and damn if it isn't the best noise you've heard in your life. 

His hands trail under your shirt as you take over moving against him, feeling the shape of him under you. Tugging at the hem, he looks up at you with pleading eyes. 

"Can I- can I take this off?" 

All feelings of modesty have fled and you whip your shirt over your head and fling it across the tent. 

"Fuck, look at you." 

Leaning forward he takes your nipple into his mouth and rolls his tongue around and around. 

"Eddie, oh Holy fuck!" 

Your movements become faster and sloppy, so he grabs you by the hips to slow you down. 

"You know what I think?" He says, in between wet open mouthed kisses to your breasts, "I think you are a freak. You just didn't know it yet." He chuckles darkly, and sucks hard at one of your nipples. 

Your moan is loud and bordering on pornographic as you rut yourself against him harshly, all pretence of keeping quiet forgotten as your stomach tightens again in thick knots of pleasure. 

"Oh Eddie, I'm- I'm gonna cum oh fuckfuckfuck!" 

It all undoes at once as you release and clench around nothing, pussy throbbing with ecstasy. The bones in your body seem to disintegrate, muscles a distant memory as you flop against him. 

Eddie's not done. 

"Come on sweetheart, just a little longer." 

He encourages your hips to move again as you lay on his chest, skin glowing with perspiration. You can only grunt in response and start grinding against him again, the feeling so intense it has you clenching your teeth with pleasure pain. 

"That's it, fuck, I'm so close. There's my good girl, just, oh shit, little more." 

His praise bubbles through you and you speed up to meet his rutting hips, your slick sticking to the tops of your thighs. 

"Feel so good sweetheart, oh shit!" 

Lifting your head, you do it just in time to watch Eddie's eyes screw shut, mouth panting open with pleasure as he holds your hips in a death grip. His cheeks and neck are flushed, the vein in his neck pulsing. You press your lips to it softly, leaving feather dusted kisses over his neck and jaw as he comes down from his glowing high. 

"Holy shit." He laughs into you, kissing the top of your head over your hair. 

"Indeed" your reply is breathless as you melt into his front, attempting to ignore the stickiness. 

"As much as I'm enjoying you naked on top of me, I need to, er-" He gestures vaguely at himself with one hand. For a minute you think he's just going to go, but instead he wriggles out of the sleeping bag and whips his boxers down. 

You sit back on your heels, mouth agape as he casually cleans his spend with his underwear, wiping at the matted pubic hair. He's big; you could feel him under you but now you're faced with it you fear your eyes may bug out of your head. 

Glancing down, you can see some of his cum escaped its fabric confinement; a few drops glisten on your lower abdomen. Curiosity gets the better of you as you gather it on your fingers to feel the consistency, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. It's stickier than you thought. You bring your thumb to your mouth and suck the excess off. It's salty, and strange, but not unpleasant exactly. 

When your eyes meet again Eddie looks awestruck, staring at you with the queerest expression on his face. 

Embarrassed at being caught, you hide your hand behind your back as if scolded. 

"Sorry, was that wrong?" 

"No, fuck no," he chuckles, looking away, "just have to stop looking at me like that sweetheart." 

"Why?" 

"Hell, 'cause you're making me hard again." 

"Oh." 

You shyly put your head down and settle back down in the sleeping bag's warmth. To your amazement Eddie gets in with you. 

"What are you doing?" 

"I thought you said I could stay? Or you had enough of me?" 

"N-no, I just… well, you're naked." 

He laughs hard at that. 

"So are you." 

Nothing about this seems to phase him, but your mind is swirling around and around. You'd just had your first orgasms ever, and now you're going to be sleeping naked with a man. With Eddie Munson.  

He's so much warmer now, skin hot to the touch. Hesitantly, you rest your hand on his chest. He pulls you close, picking up your little camp light with the other hand, fiddling with it briefly before offering it to you. 

"Can you switch this thing off?" 

You reach and press the button, plunging you both into darkness. 

"Night sweetheart." 

"Night Eddie." 

********************

Early morning light wakes you, filtering through the tent fabric, coating everything in a warm glow. 

Eddie is still here, laying on his back, snoring softly with you cuddled to his chest. You'd hate to admit it, but you were glad. Glad he didn't run off in the night. Glad that last night had actually happened and wasn't just your over active imagination playing some cruel joke. 

Laying there, feeling the rhythm of his breathing, you take a second to really think. 

What was actually happening? A part of you is frightened; scared that maybe Eddie sees your virginity as a challenge. Maybe that's why he stayed? You were staying another night after all. Or maybe this is a little holiday romance, something to keep him occupied whilst he's away. You'd had one before at band camp; nothing serious, just kisses and cuddles and radio silence on your return. 

What were Robin and Steve going to say? You contemplated waking him up right now to sneak him back to his own tent, but that thought went straight out the window when you caught the sound of their tent being unzipped. 

A soft bash to your tent startles you and makes Eddie snort himself awake. 

"Hey guys I'm making coffee! Come and join us!" 

Robin sings out and walks away to fuss over the fire it sounds like. 

Oh Holy shit balls. Hey guys?? She knew Eddie was here. And if she knew, Steve knew. 

Eddie smirks down at you as you stare at him with wild panic in your eyes. 

"Guess our little secret is out sweetheart." 

Before you can say a word he's unzipping the sleeping bag and fumbling about for his jeans, slipping them clumsily onto his legs. 

"Eddie!" You whisper urgently. He just chuckles. 

"What, want me to cut a hole in the back of the tent? Tunnel out?" 

He's got a point. 

"Eddie, please just don't-" 

"Hey, I ain't one to kiss and tell, relax." 

Before you can say another word he's perching a cigarette in between his plump lips and making his way out of the tent. 

Fuck. 

You pull on your clothes hastily, a skirt and t-shirt, and slide on your sneakers, attempting to untangle some of the messy bed head that had been created during the night. 

It's now or never. 

You exit the tent, attempting to look as casual about it as you can. 

"Morning guys." 

Steve smiles at you. 

"Howdy cowgirl." 

"Hi?" 

You return his greeting, utterly confused, but by the sound of Robin shushing him violently and Eddie coughing on his cigarette you can only assume he meant something by that which went over your head. Robin breaks the tension, talking a mile a minute. 

"Hey sleepy head! You want a coffee? I just made it over the fire. Crazy! I know it took forever. It'll wake you up. Not that you need waking up you're up and about and it's early! It's not like you had a long night. Well you might have how would I know anyway here's your coffee!!" 

Seems you might have gotten a little loud, why else would Robin be breaking the sound barrier? You don't say a thing, just smile gratefully and take your coffee, entirely avoiding Eddie's eyes, and try to wish the blood away from your darkening cheeks. 

"So, we thought we might have a swim in the lake in a couple hours when it's warmer, you in?" 

Steve asks and you nod, aware your voice right now is not to be trusted. 

So, after a little breakfast and small talk about the cold last night, which you put a particular emphasis on to try and explain away your little situation, you all go and change into your swimwear. 

In your tent you lay out your usual one piece, the plain black one you always wear with the troop, and the other set. The bikini you bravely bought but never wore, deeming it far too skimpy for camp. But this wasn't girl scouts. 

God damn he's already seen me naked, come on, be brave. 

Skimpy number it is. You wear it underneath your clothes and grab a towel and a book, readying yourself to join the others. 

Eddie and Steve walk ahead, talking obnoxiously loud; something you're quite glad of. At least they aren't whispering about you. 

Robin walks side by side with you, practically vibrating. 

"Just, whatever you wanna say, say it before you explode." 

The voice that exits her mouth is so high pitched you're surprised dogs didn't start barking. 

"You had sex with Eddie Munson!" 

"I did not!" 

"Totally did, we saw you!" 

You stop in your tracks, mouth hanging open.

"What the fuck Robin!" 

"Sorry, we didn't actually like, see you see you, we saw your shadows, 'cause of the light in your tent." 

"We- I- I mean, we didn't, like, have sex, we just- did something else." You settle at lamely. 

"Are you going to? He really likes you." 

You scoff at that, continuing your walk. 

"He's just trying to get in my pants, take my virginity. I doubt he'll even talk to me after." 

Robin's hand shoots out to grab your arm. 

"Oh, you don't know, do you?" 

Feeling utterly confused, you turn to face her. 

"What are you going on about?" 

"Eddie likes you, he had a crush on you in high school. He was the one that suggested inviting you and nearly killed me when I actually did." 

Your world turns sideways in your mind; everything is upside down, thoughts smashed, memories cut to ribbons in their wake.

"Huh? How- what?" 

"He was telling Steve like a week ago, I was listening in and opened my mouth as per usual. I tried to tell you, remember?" 

You rack your brains trying to come up with answers when a light bulb switches in your head. 

"Hang on, you said Eddie wanted me to go before, didn't you? I honestly thought you were just joking with me, I didn't think he knew who I was!" 

You reach the tree line and see the two boys a little further on, just on the tiny beach leading to the lake, stripping off their clothes. 

"But he was so- so sure of himself!" 

"Oh he's always like that. Pretty sure it's an act, he's actually super sweet when you get to know him." 

You look up and stare at Eddie in his swim shorts. He'd been naked last night, but with the low light and distraction of seeing his privates for the first time you hadn't had the opportunity to really look at him all over. 

He was lean and tall, but there was a broadness to his shoulders and a sinew to his muscles that made him stand out. Tattoos littered his frame, more than you thought he had but the detail was lost at this distance. You were walking closer, still staring at him, when he captures you. Smiling that smug grin of his he holds his arms out as if on display. 

"See something you like sweetheart?" 

On the edge of shying away, you look down; but then you remember Robin's words. He's the one with the crush on you. Feeling a little braver, bolstered by that thought, you walk closer, a couple of feet away from him, and stop. 

"You look really good Eddie." 

Pulling your t-shirt over your head, you smile at Eddie's reaction. Clearly not expecting such a bold move from you, his cheeks and neck are flushed pink. For once he seems speechless. You slip your skirt off and away, kicking it to one side. 

This leaves you in your tiny baby blue triangle bikini, with delicate daisies embroidered on the hem. For once, your cleavage is fully displayed, and the ties for the bottoms ride high on your hips. You slip two fingers under each tied side and pull them up ever so slightly. 

Eddie's eyes dart down and back up again, and you swear you see him swallow thickly in his throat. 

"Well, you swimming or not handsome?" 

Without a further glance you kick your shoes off and wade into the chilly water. 

OK, keep calm, just look at him now. 

Risking a quick peek back, you see him standing gormlessly on the sand, mouth hanging open. He looks so dorky, so unlike the Eddie you've seen so far that you giggle aloud. 

Steve calls out to him, already in the clear water. He's stumbling into the lake after you then as if a fire was lit underneath him. Robin makes her way in too, and pretty sure you're laughing and splashing each other in earnest, the boys taking turns in dunking each other underwater. 

Steve keeps screaming about his hair, which just makes you all laugh that little bit louder. Soon he's moping about it and swims off surprisingly fast. Robin says she wants to dry out and wanders back to the beach to read a little, leaving you and Eddie alone. 

He swims straight to you, bodies a couple of inches apart. Suddenly the water doesn't feel so cold, warmed by the heat he seems to pull from you just by being close. That ache is there again, wanting to be filled by Eddie. You try and shake the thought away. 

"Seems a little skimpy for a scout leader," he says, gesturing at your two piece. 

"Well, I don't wear this one with the troop," you reply, attempting to look blasé about it. 

"So, wore this just for me, sweetheart?" 

You shrug, but know your eyes betray you, honesty etched into the look you give him. 

"You did, didn't you? That's cute," he responds to his own question, reaching a hand up to hold you by the waist. All of a sudden his breath is in your ear, his other hand reaching up to your chest. 

"You look hot by the way, I like the little flowers," as he says it he runs a finger over the hem of your bikini bra making you shudder. 

"Eddie," you whisper, meaning to scold him but it just comes out a little too breathy for that. 

He continues to whisper in your ear, each word sending a butterfly loose in your swirling stomach.  "Wondering if I can stay in that tent of yours again. To stay warm?" 

You laugh, turning to face him. "That's not all you want and you know it." 

"Yeah?" He comes closer, lips so close to brushing yours, holding your chin between thumb and forefinger. You clench your thighs together as your eyes flutter shut. 

"Seems you want more as well," he laughs, pulling back from you. The frown that appears on your face tells him all he needs to know. 

As he moves away, his hand drops down, knuckles dragging slowly over your nipple, already pebbled by the water. 

"Maybe later princess." 

He turns to get out of the water. Furious with how forward he just was you shout after him. 

"Eddie, you are such-" 

"A cocky mother fucker?" He shouts back, stealing your thunder. 

You clench your fists, nearly losing it treading water, and decide to swim away to cool off. 

You're finding Robin's words hard to believe. He still seems so confident; maybe his little chat with Steve was a rouse to get you here so he could tease you. If he has liked you all this time, maybe it's just a sexual thing. Seduce the band geek. 

When the ache between your thighs is lessened by the burning muscles in your arms and legs you swim back to shore and dry off, laying on your towel to read. 

It's like the universe has it in for you today. A few more pages into your fantasy book and suddenly there's a sex scene. Usually, you'd just skim over the 'fruity bits' as your mom called them but now? Now it was as if Eddie had altered your brain chemistry and you found yourself absorbing every word in detail, thighs clenched together almost to the point of pain. 

"What you reading?" 

You jump visibly and look up to see Eddie couching over you, sodden locks leaving pitter patter drips on your legs. 

"Eddie, you're dripping." 

He smiles mischievously. 

"Am I making you wet, sweetheart?" 

You roll your eyes and replace your bookmarker, putting your book down to one side. 

"Yes, Eddie, I'm soaking wet for you." 

Triumph flashes over your features as you take in his wide eyes; so shocked at your reply he's nearly choking on air. 

"You are strange Eddie. You can give it but you can't take it, can you?" 

His eyebrows raise and he attempts to cover his flustered appearance. 

"I'm just surprised, I thought you were a good girl." 

Ignoring your heart thumping hard in your chest at those words, you shrug. 

"And here I was thinking it was because you've had a crush on me since high school." 

Eddie opens his mouth, and promptly closes it. When he speaks again it's quieter, almost like he's embarrassed. 

"Who- how did-" 

"Robin." 

"Of course." 

He stares at you then, all bravado gone. A moment passes where you both try and work out what this means, what the other is thinking.

Eddie coughs and stands up, breaking the spell. 

"We're heading back to have lunch, if you wanna come." 

He walks off then, not a further glance at you. Wondering if you upset him somehow, you gather your things and head back to camp. 

********************

Later that evening, you're huddled around a campfire again having a couple of beers; or, in the case of Steve, several beers. Eddie had been civil, nice even, but there was no edge to him right now. You're not sure if you miss it or not, realising that you had actually grown fond of the push and pull between you, and that grin of his. 

He'd disappeared at one point, and returned a little later with his acoustic guitar; beginning playing a little aimlessly, just background music to your tiny circle. He played beautifully; it really was mesmerising to watch his fingers dance over the strings. 

"Play me a song, Eddie." You say, before you realise you were saying it aloud. 

"Yeah?" He flashes a small smile and you encourage him by placing your hand on his knee. 

"OK, just for you then sweetheart." 

He breaks into a rendition of Should I Stay Or Should I Go, by the Clash. You're almost certain it's a jab at you because of last night and your failure to make your mind up. You don't mind; listening to the rest of the lyrics you realise you're hoping he means more than just a little in-joke. If you say that you are mine, I'll be here till the end of time.

When he finishes you all clap, Robin as quickly as a bird's wings flutters, and Steve just a little too loudly, probably due to too much alcohol. 

"Thank you Eddie, that was brilliant." You smile softly at him. 

"No problem sweets." He moves to put the guitar away but you wave your arm at him. 

"Can I play something?" 

A sharp intake of breath rings out from Steve and Robin but you pay it no mind. Eddie looks at you like he's sizing you up. Seems he comes to the conclusion that you aren't just going to pull some rockstar move and smash it on the ground, he passes it to you carefully. 

You take it reverently in your hands and get comfortable with it, tuning the G string slightly as it was a little off when you heard it. 

An idea springs to mind and you grin deviously to Robin over the fire, a grin which is reciprocated. She knows what you're about to do. The Band Camp thing.

You start to play the very beginning of a song extremely loudly, singly wildly off key.

"Kumbaya, my Lord-" 

"Don't you fuckin' dare!" Eddie shouts, lurching a hand toward you to clamp over the fret. 

"I'm kidding!" You giggle, prying his fingers away. Robin's laughing and Steve looks like he's about to burst, swaying in his seat. 

"OK, no funny business." 

"Not unless you ask for it." You wink, and start to play what you had intended all along. 

"One pill makes you larger

And one pill makes you small

And the ones that mother gives you

Don't do anything at all…"

You lose yourself in the song, the melody. When you were younger you had just assumed it was nothing but a song about Alice in Wonderland. You knew better now, but it was fun to play and it suited your voice. 

As you came to the conclusion your eyes fluttered shut and you sang out the last couple of lines like no one was even there. 

"Remember what the dormouse said

Feed your head

Feed your head!"

Whooping and clapping finally reaches your ears as you open your eyes. Robin is going insane; Steve is shouting but it sounds slurred. Eddie just looks stunned as you pass his precious guitar back to him.

"You're incredible sweetheart." He looks genuinely impressed, staring at you with such intensity it makes you squirm. 

"It was OK, my strumming's a little sloppy." 

"But your voice! Jesus Christ, I've got goosebumps. You should sing, like, all the time." 

You laugh, swatting him with your hand. 

"I think that might get a little annoying." 

"I'd love to listen to it all the time." 

The sweet moment is broken by Robin gagging loudly. 

"Munson that was so cheesy I'm gonna hurl." 

He just shrugs, unbothered, and puts his guitar away. You didn't think it was too cheesy. In fact, you're breathless, thoughtless. The ache was settling back in, so deep in your bones there was no willing it away. It was clear; you needed him. Biblically. 

As that realisation hits you like a ton of bricks, a soft thud breaks through to you. Steve has fallen backwards, already snoring. 

"Well, looks like he needs to go to bed. Give me a hand guys." 

Eddie stands up and lifts Steve bodily round his waist. Robin and you hover nearby, but he doesn't need your help after all. 

Steve's giggling childishly, slurring words together. 

"Don' wanna go bed, wan' sing too!" 

"Sing in the morning, big guy." 

You help Robin tuck him into his sleeping bag, as Steve mumbles Kumbaya under his breath. 

Robin huffs. "I'll take it from here," and quieter, just to you, she whispers, "I'm putting earplugs in, go have fun." 

"Robin, I-" 

"Shhh you'll wake the baby. Just go, go!" 

You leave the tent and see Eddie sitting by the fire, rolling a joint. 

"Erm, Robin's going to bed too." 

"Oh?" He looks at you, quirking one eyebrow. "Are you?" 

"I'm not tired." 

That shit-eating grin of his is back, tugging at the corners of his mouth slowly. 

You sit down, right next to him, knees touching. He finishes rolling, licking it closed with a pointed tongue you can't help but stare at. 

As he starts smoking, you finally let loose what's been on your mind all day. 

"Why did you act funny with me? After I said you have a crush?" 

He huffs a little laugh, blowing smoke through his nose. 

"I thought that was obvious. I was embarrassed." 

"Really? I didn't know Eddie Munson could get embarrassed." 

He takes another drag and looks away. 

"Yeah, well it happens. I don't like people knowing too much about me. Rather come across as mean and scary and-" 

"-cocky?" 

"Ha, yeah." 

It's quiet again, but not a loaded quiet. You feel comfortable, almost enjoying the silence; just the slight rustle of pine needles in the breeze, and an owl hooting far away. 

"You want some of this?" 

Eddie's touch pulls you back to the moment, rough fingertips grazing you. The touch burns again, but differently this time. This time you melt under it. 

"Can you, do that thing?" You ask in a small voice. 

He smiles wickedly, straightening his legs out. 

"Come here" He says as he pats his lap. You straddle him awkwardly, not sure if this is what he meant, but a firm hand grabs you by the ass and shifts you closer to him so your chests are flush. 

"Like this?" You ask quietly, breathing the question. 

"Just like that baby." 

He takes a long toke and beckons you forward with one finger. When you're in range, nose lightly brushing his, he brings your chin toward him with one firm hand and presses his lips to your mouth. 

Stiffening with surprise, you quickly soften, disarmed by his lips. You part yours and he breathes the smoke into you, allowing you to inhale deeply. Breaking away, you exhale the smoke downwards and look into his deep eyes. 

"Do it again." 

He bites his lip and smiles, flashing his teeth. He repeats the gesture; taking a pull, smashing his lips to yours and breathing into you. He doesn't let you pull away to breathe out; instead he presses his tongue into your mouth. Smoke burns your nose as you submit to him, the kiss becoming filthy and desperate as he grips onto the flesh of your ass. 

Finally he lets up, if only to breathe. You're both panting, electricity in the air passing between and through you. 

"I like it like that." You smile, hand resting on his chest. 

"You keep surprising me sweetheart." He responds, hands kneading at the flesh of your hips. 

A fuzziness rushes through every nerve, all of your body crying out, singing for him. 

"You know, I don't mind cocky Eddie." 

"Yeah? I thought I annoyed you." 

"A little. But it kinda turns me on." You respond, rolling your hips into him.

"Oh fuck sweetheart," he roughly grips you, forcing you to do it again, "you drive me fuckin' crazy." 

He's on your neck, kissing and licking at you almost tenderly. 

"Eddie, please," you whisper, mind abandoning any clarity as he kisses you. 

"Please? What do you need, sweetheart?" 

How can you answer? What do you need?

"Eddie, I-I need you, please," you whisper into his ear, rocking against his hardening bulge. 

He bites down on your neck, eliciting a gasp to spill from your lips. 

"Tent." Is all he manages to say, and you stumble upwards on wobbly legs, to lead him to it. 

Fumbling for the zip, you just about get inside it when you feel his hands on you gently pushing you forward. A small touch is all it takes and you're falling onto the air bed, knees bending as you collapse face forward. 

He's on your back before you can think, firm arms caging you in from behind. 

"You need me? Really?" 

You nod, squirming underneath him, a small hand curling around his forearm. 

"Dreamed about you saying that, fuck." He whispers, lips pressing to your shoulder, "turn around." 

You can't find it in you to not comply. Wobbling the mattress, you twist to face him, engulfed in the intensity of his stare, illuminated by the fading light emanating from the fire. 

"Say it again." It's soft, but ironclad in the centre. 

"I need you Eddie." 

"Fuck" He huffs, moving down your torso, pulling your t-shirt up so it kisses the edge of your breasts. He looks up at you with pleading eyes; a look that turns your insides to mush. 

"Can you turn the light on? I need to see you." 

He sounds so desperate, so in need that you waste no time in grabbing your camp light and switching it on, bathing you both in cool white light. 

As he's pulling your top up, you assist and pull it over your head, flinging it to a corner. 

"You are really beautiful." He says, drinking you in with his eyes, as a calloused hand strokes between the valley of your breasts. You slide under his confident touches, getting more anxious by the minute. 

"Can I taste you?" 

You nod, and he unbuttons your skirt, pulling your panties down with a roughness that makes you flinch. You're entirely exposed. 

"I've wanted this, wanted you, for a long time." 

You wriggle underneath him, and reply. "Didn't you get me like this last night?" 

"This," he says, gesturing to your revealed flesh, "this is different." 

You don't quite get it and want him to explain further, but his lips are on your nipples and all that comes out of you is a heady moan. A firm knee pushes your thighs apart and you bend to his will, allowing him to kiss down, and down, leaving hot pressured mouth trails to your stomach. 

When his lips meet the tops of your thighs you cry out his name. 

He understands, slipping his tongue between your folds and licking at your clit with pointed precision. 

"Oh fuck!" 

A chuckle emanates from his throat as he doubles his efforts, flicking and suckling at you in earnest. Thick fingers tease your entrance and one slides into your glistening opening, pumping slowly. 

It shocks through your body, setting loose tendrils of pleasure so profound it's almost a religious experience. He prods another finger at you, sliding it next to the first and it burns, making you hiss. 

Eddie mumbles platitudes into your pussy, telling you how good a job you're doing, how proud he is, how you're a good girl. His good girl. 

The tension is unbelievable, clenching every muscle as your breath comes in short pants.

"That's it sweetheart, sing for me." 

The fingers curl, stroking something incessantly inside you that rips a sultry groan from deep within your chest cavity, and without further warning your orgasm washes through. It collects and expands, a force of nature that flies out and collides like stars in the universe.

Your back falls to the air mattress, and that's the only signal you have that it ever left. You feel soaked in your own juices, thighs uncomfortably wet. 

Eddie hovers over your face. You're not quite sure when he got there. 

"That OK sweetheart?" 

You don't reply, you can't. Your response can only be carnal, feeding into the biting, gnawing need that still refuses to lessen its grip on your core. Bringing shaking hands upward, you wind them into his hair and pull his face forcefully towards yours, tongue slipping in to taste your slick in his mouth, groaning at the tangy sweet flavour. 

He collapses against you, full weight of his lithe body pressed into yours, but it's not enough. Pulling away and leaving less than an inch of space you voice your frustration. 

"Eddie, please, I- I want you. I want you inside me, please." 

Eddie shakes his head for a second, then deep brown eyes seek yours for any doubt, and come up empty. 

"Are you sure sweetheart?" 

The nod you reciprocate with is painfully fast, hurting the muscles of your neck. He looks uncertain, but discards his clothes, kneeling in front of you in his boxer shorts. 

"I need you to be sure. I can't give it back." 

You let your legs fall further apart, giving him the view of you open and ready for him. 

"Please." 

Underwear has never been discarded quicker. He has his cock in his hand, sliding on a condom from his crumpled jeans at record speed. A second later and he's towering over you, nose brushing yours and dick lined up to your sopping entrance. 

His tip breaches you, so much thicker than his fingers, and you wince. You can tell he's trying to be careful, pushing into you slowly, watching for any signs you want to stop. 

You're so full, and he just keeps going. A moment later and you let out a little startled cry as a sharp pain shoots from deep inside. 

"You OK sweetheart?" He stops his movements, staring at your face with a worried expression. 

"I'm fine, just, go all the way" you manage through gritted teeth. 

He slips the last of it deep, deep inside as you yelp at the suddenness. Then, he's still, grabbing your hand and entwining your fingers with his over your head, his other arm holding him perfectly motionless above you. 

"That's it, you're OK, so fuckin' tight, fuck," he says to you, kissing your cheek. It burns, the feel of him, but a fullness is beginning to overtake that ache. 

"You know, I thought you were afraid of me in high school." He half laughs, kissing the tip of your nose. It's such a sweet gesture from the so-called frightening man that you giggle a little too. 

"I was," you admit, staring into his deep eyes.

"Then, we come here and you look like you're gonna eat me alive. Then, you're all innocent, and now… fuck, I can't keep up." 

You appreciate what he's doing, talking to you, distracting you from the pain. It helps; it's settled into a dull throb and your need from him is outranking it. 

"Eddie, you can move." 

With a peck to your lips he pulls out a little and thrusts back in, setting a slow and steady pace. 

This is so much better than his hands, or his tongue. On every thrust he's massaging at something that makes you moan, again and again. 

"You're doing real good sweetheart, my good fuckin' girl." 

All of a sudden you feel it, all of it. His lean weight comforting over you, the squeeze of his fingers in yours, the throb of his member inside you, his words. It's all too much. Your eyes gloss over and a tear works its way down your temple. 

"Oh shit, you want me to-" He starts as he slows down a little. 

"Don't you fucking dare, please, please, I-I need-" 

He grins at you; that self satisfied look that turns your legs to jelly. 

"What do you need, sweetheart? Whatever you want, I'll give it to you." 

"Harder Eddie, oh God!" 

He snaps his hips into you with much more force; once, twice, three times and you scream his name, pussy clenching him hard, every muscle tense. As everything unravels you go limp, whimpering at the pulse that you can feel pounding in your core. 

When your eyes finally decide to open, he's leaving kisses as light as a butterfly's wings on your cheek. 

"Woah," is all you can say, between breathless giggles. Tears are falling but you don't care enough to wipe them away. 

Eddie unlatches his hand from yours and does it himself. 

"That was so hot. You need to do that again," he whispers, beginning to grind into you slowly.

"I nearly died Eddie, it might finish me off!" 

He laughs back, but doesn't quit; hips still driving into you leisurely. 

"What's life without a little risk?" 

You stare up at him, biting your lip, a question on the tip of your tongue that you're too nervous to ask. 

"What is it?" He asks, brow furrowed, as if you were about to ask him to stop. 

"Can I… wait, don't worry." 

He does stop then, to put his hand to your face and stroke you with his thumb.

"Hey hey hey, come on, what baby?" 

You whisper it quietly, voice small and second guessing. 

"Can I try, erm, being on top?" 

You're surprised that Eddie's face didn't split in half from the sheer wideness of his grin. 

"Holy shit, yes, please." 

He winds his arms underneath your frame and flips you so fast your vision blurs, until he's underneath you. You sit up, his cock still buried within, and you gasp at the new angle. 

"Eddie, Jesus Christ!" 

Palms splayed on his chest, you control your breathing a little. This angle is devastating, pressing harshly against that place inside that has you throbbing around him. 

Eddie chuckles darkly as his hands slide over the flesh of your thighs, rubbing back and forth, until they work their way to your hips and pull you up ever so slightly, only to drop you back down again. 

"Just like that sweetheart, 'Kay?" 

He tilts his head to one side, that mocking tone fuelling the embers of your desire. Rising up on shaky knees you pull off him and slide back down, trying to find some semblance of rhythm. Your clit grazes his pubic hair on one pass and you nearly lose it completely, the feeling sending a bolt of pure pleasure up your spine. 

"Oh my God!" 

"Yeah? That good?" 

You hum and nod, words escaping you, now rolling your hips on each bounce to get that sensation over and over. 

Eddie's talking now, watching how much you writhe and whine at his words. 

"That's it sweetheart. Wanting to- oh fuck- ride me, on your first time. Oh yes, fuck, just like that- dirty, my dirty fuckin' girl." 

"Eddie, oh God, can you, fuck, please-" 

"What is it sweetheart? Anything, you can have anything." 

His words embolden you, and before you can hesitate your hands are gripping one of his and leading it to your throat. You're not sure why, but you know deep in your core that you need it. 

Eddie looks shocked by your moments but quickly recovers, fingers slotting around your throat, squeezing lightly at the sides. 

Speeding up, feeling the pressure of his hand on your windpipe, you throw your body into each movement. 

"Fuck Eddie, harder!" 

He squeezes and you let go of everything, breath leaving you. All composure, all thought. It's just you and Eddie, and his hand, and his cock. Screaming aloud, you fold almost double, collapsing into him with a shocked, delicate whimper. 

His fingers relinquish their firm grip, coming to rest on the back of your head in a comforting, tender hold. 

"I was right, you are a freak." 

Laughing aloud, you have just enough bones left in your neck to lift it ever so slightly. He looks surprised, sure, and really aroused, judging by his hooded gaze. 

"Are you not… done?" You ask, as you feel his impossibly hard length still throbbing inside you. 

"What can I say, I've got stamina." 

That smug face is back, a flash of canines and confidence. You'd roll your eyes if it wasn't so sexy. 

No time for a witty comeback though, as he holds you close to him and thrusts upwards with abandon. Colours swirl in your vision as you try to stay attached to reality, focusing on the feel of his skin, the pounding of his rhythm, and the light in his eyes. 

"Fuck I'm close, I'm so fuckin' close. You're, oh shit, so- oh God, can't believe you're letting me do this." 

Slack jawed and practically dribbling, you let him use you to chase his own release, trying to weakly meet his thrusts. A pulse deep inside is brought to your attention, and it's not yours. Looking at his face, you watch it awash with ecstasy as he holds you tightly and throbs his climax out. 

His muscles melt, holding you still but so loosely that the lack of pressure surprises you, as if you were only aware of how tight his grip had been at this very moment. 

The only sounds are the nightlife of insects around the tent, and panting, heaving breaths. Sliding off of him in an organic gesture, you curl up into his arms, finally feeling sated and at ease. 

Lips are pressed into the top of your head, kissing you over your hair. No words are spoken; none need to be. For a shining moment, this is all you need. To be held, and cared for. 

Minutes go by, and your eyelids begin to feel heavy. Before you drift off, Eddie breaks the spell cast over both of you. 

"Was that OK princess?" 

"That was incredible Eddie." 

He kisses the top of your head again, then seems to remember himself. 

"Fuck sweetheart, just, stay right there." 

Clambering to his feet he pulls the condom off, tying it in a knot and discarding it into a corner to be thought of later. He's back then, spreading your legs. 

'Eddie, you can't just-" 

"I'm just looking after you sweetheart. You got some tissues or something?"

Furrowing your brows, you point to your wash bag near the foot of the sleeping bag. He paws through it wordlessly, and brings out some tissues and wet wipes. 

"Sweetheart I'm so sorry." 

"What's wrong?" You ask, panic riding your words. 

"I've made you bleed." Eddie looks crushed, so upset at your prior pain, anguish etched into his face. 

"It's OK Eddie, it's normal." 

"You should have said. I'm so sorry." 

You laugh a little, touched by his concern. 

"I didn't know! It's alright, it doesn't hurt now." 

Placated slightly by your answer, he cleans you both up as well as he can, before slipping into the sleeping bag with you. 

A thousand questions perch on the edge of your tongue, but it's so warm, so cosy and right, that your body denies all words for a moment. 

When you feel capable of speech you look up at him. 

"Stamina, huh?" 

He flushes, looking down at your smiling face. 

"I may have tactically jerked off beforehand."

"When??" You giggle, fingers flirting over his exposed chest. 

"When I went to get my guitar." 

"Eddie, how did you know that-" 

"OK, OK!" He grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles before hiding behind it, "I didn't know, not for sure. You just looked so good in that little two piece, I couldn't hold it in." 

"Perv," you respond, but your eyes are soft. 

"Yep." 

Giggling, you slip into a calm, contented sleep in his arms.

********************

You wake up a little later than intended, no doubt exhausted from last night. The tent feels empty. Upon realising that Eddie's missing a dread settles in your stomach. Bile rises as you sling some clothes on. Maybe he's had his way with you and that's it.

Exiting the tent, you see he's just by the fire, trying to get it going again, a cigarette dangling from his pouting lips. 

"Oh would you just- come on!" He says as he angrily flicks his lighter, trying to get the wood to catch. 

You smile, relief washing over you, and walk over to help. 

"I'm begging, come on- oh, sweetheart," he looks a little sheepish as he speaks to you, mumbling around his cigarette. "I was gonna make you coffee and bring it to you but the damn fire won't start." 

You giggle, and rearrange the little pile, adding a few twists of paper to the base, and hold your hand out to him. He looks at you blankly for a second, then comes to his senses, placing the lighter in your palm. 

With one stroke the papers alight, and starting to catch the rest of the twigs. The couple of logs won't take long to catch. 

"Witchcraft." 

"Nope, just girl scouts." 

"You can go back in the tent if you want, I'll make you a drink." 

"Eddie?" 

"Huh?" He turns to you, pot of water in his hand. 

"Good morning." You smile shyly at him. He grins, placing the pot on the ground and stubbing out his cigarette. Strong arms slot their way around your waist and you fling your arms around his neck, grinning stupidly at each other. 

"Good morning. Good night?" It's framed as a question, and you know what he's getting at. 

"Great night." 

Smiling wider, he presses a kiss to your forehead. Puckering your lips to ask for a proper kiss, you hear a very loud cough. 

"Good morning love birds." Robin wiggles her eyebrows at you both. You move to break away from Eddie, but he steals a kiss anyway, and pulls you close to his side, arm firmly around you. 

"Is Steve alive?" He asks, looking at Robin. 

"Well, he got up in the night to throw up, just glad he didn't do it in the tent. He's dead to the world right now. He's been singing in his sleep you know. Nearly suffocated him with a pillow." 

You both laugh at that, and then hear a loud groan from the tent. 

Eddie glances at you with mischief and shouts out towards Steve's tent.

"Harrington! Wanna sing for us, big guy?" 

"Urgh." Is the only reply. Robin rolls her eyes and busies herself with the fire. 

After a while, the coffees are ready; you all attempt to rouse Steve but he's gone back to sleep, groaning whenever you call out to him. 

Then, it's just the sad business of taking down your tent. There's a special kind of melancholy reserved for such an occasion; pretty soon there's no sign at all that it was ever there. Afraid that your memories, your feelings, about last night would fade too, you walk over to Eddie who is perched on a stump fitting the last of his things in a bag. 

"Eddie?" 

"Yeah sweetheart?" He asks, still fumbling with his bag. 

Do you still like me? Do you want to see me after this? Was this all a dream?

"Can I get a ride back with you? Steve and Robin are gonna be a while." 

You gesture over to where Steve had finally emerged, whining and packing his stuff, tent still upright. 

"Sure, anything you need." He flashes a tight lipped smile and reaches to grasp your hand briefly. 

The ride back to town with him is chatty, even if it's only surface level stuff. Your rendition of White Rabbit had him fumbling around the glove compartment and pulling out a few older classic rock tapes that you happily listened to; music was a big part of your life, at least you both had that in common. His eyes light up whenever you talk about a band or song that he likes too, gesturing so emphatically with his hand you have to remind him to look at the road. 

Pretty soon you're pulling up to a crossroads, except Eddie pulls over instead. 

"What's wrong?" 

He huffs, smiling at you sadly. 

"If I keep driving forward I've got to say goodbye to you, take you home," he admits. Your heart flutters at the admission. 

"Where do you live, Eddie?" He looks confused, but points to the left turning. 

"Eddie, turn left." 

"Really?" 

"Really. I was supposed to stay at Robin's tonight anyway." 

His grin is downright manic as he pulls back on the road, making short work of the drive to his trailer. 

He bundles you out of the van and opens the trailer door, both of your bags heaved over one of his shoulders. 

The sight of an older gentleman startles you as he potters around the kitchen area. 

"Hey! This is Wayne, my Uncle. Wayne, this is my girlfriend." 

Your eyes widen as he gives your name to his uncle and you shake hands with him, the roughest hand you think you've ever touched, but the softest grip. 

"Pleasure to meet you, miss. I'm heading out today, so I'll see you two later I'm guessing." 

He waves and smiles fondly at the pair of you, and leaves. 

"Sorry, thought he would've left already." He explains, pulling you both to the back of the trailer and into what you assume is his room. 

Allowing yourself to be led, still feeling shell shocked, you perch on the edge of his bed as he dumps the bags on the floor. 

Eddie's talking, saying how he wishes he tidied before he left, how the trailer's not much but it's home, and his uncle…

"Eddie, wait." 

He stops mid flow to look at you. 

"Girlfriend?" 

"Well yeah? I mean, if you want to. I didn't ask, did I?" He flushes pink, hand reaching up to nibble at his thumb. 

"I mean, you don't know me, really." You shrink, almost folding in on yourself. 

"Hey," he sits down next to you, stroking your jaw with his finger, "I know enough. And I let you touch my guitar. We're practically married now." 

Lips press softly to yours, a delicate touch that has all tension flying from your body in a rush. 

"Eddie…" You whisper, giving him a butterfly kiss with the tip of your nose. 

"Hmm?" 

"You smell really bad." 

He laughs and grabs you around the waist, pulling you down sharply to lay on the bed. 

"So do you." 

"A point well made." A response, but you don't move, snuggling deeper into his neck. 

"So, I've got an idea. Let's have showers, get into some comfy stuff, and cuddle. Probably got a movie or two we can watch?" 

The normalcy of the situation is surprising, but most welcome. 

Smiling wickedly, you nip at his neck and whisper in his ear. 

"One condition: we shower together." 

He groans loudly, hands stroking at any skin he can reach. 

"Fuuuck, sweetheart, I've created a monster." 

You laugh, and hold him tightly. Eddie Munson isn't so scary, after all.

Taglist (just some people I thought might like this, hope you don't mind!)

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[rafesdinner]

TEACHING MOMENT ───── rafe cameron

pairing !

virgin!rafe x fem!reader

content warnings !

smut. oral(f!receiving), submissive!rafe, virgin!rafe, dirty talk, use of baby, cheating(do not do this). mdni!

synopsis !

when rafe comes to you, his best friend, for help with trying to please his girlfriend, you can't tell him no. and, frankly, you don't really want to.

wc !

1.9k, beta-read(mostly)

Rafe plopped down onto your bed, letting out a dramatic sigh. You closed your laptop, moving it to your end table as you looked at him. "What's wrong?" you asked.

Rafe shook his head, almost like he was embarrassed. "It's nothing."

You gave him a look, crossing your arms. "You look stressed. Tell me what's up."

He huffed, leaning his head back against your headboard. "I'm...I dunno, insecure," he mumbled quietly.

You paused for a second. Rafe wasn't really one for insecurities. Sure, he was on the shyer side, but not really insecure. "About what?" He gave you a side look, one that told you he didn't want to talk about it. But you pushed anyway. "I can't help you if you don't tell me."

"You can't help me, period."

You furrowed your brows. "Why not?"

"It's a...personal problem," he grumbled.

You paused for a second, before letting out a small laugh. "Don't tell me you can't get it up."

Rafe rolled his eyes, shoving your arm. "No, I can get it up just fine. That's not the problem."

You sighed. "So what is?"

"We're getting...closer. But I dunno how to do all that. And it's embarrassing," he said quietly.

You thought for a second, taking in his words. "This is about you being a virgin?" He nodded, looking away. You put a hand on his shoulder. "Rafey, relax. It's not embarrassing," you assured, but he just shrugged your hand off, huffing.

"It is. I can't...I dunno how to...you know, get her riled up. Sure, she's attracted to me, but I can't, like—ugh, I do not want to talk about this."

"C'mon, it's me. You can tell me anything." Part of you was jealous, sure. You'd always wanted him, but you wanted him happy, and if he was happy with her, then that's that.

He sighed, looking at you. "I need to know how to eat pussy," he finally got out. You were surprised by his blunt words, as he usually wasn't too vulgar when it came to sexual stuff. But it sent something through you. Some sort of desire.

You took your time looking at him, composing yourself. You had to go about this the right way. "Well...I can help," you said, softly and slowly, making it seem like you were hesitant, even if in reality you weren't.

He furrowed his brows, looking shocked. "Help? How?"

You gave him a look, and he gave you a confused one back. "I have a vagina, Rafe," you stated bluntly.

It took him a second, but he caught on. His face lit up red and he stumbled with his words. "O-oh. I can't- that's-"

You knew, deep down, this wasn't necessarily right, but you couldn't care. Not if he wanted it. If he didn't, you wouldn't push, but you had to at least find out. You put a hand on his shoulder again, rubbing softly. "It's okay. It's just an offer," you assured.

He sucked in a breath, closing his eyes. "Wouldn't it be weird?"

You shrugged. You knew part of him was attracted to you. He'd admitted it before. Sure, you were best friends, but you'd taught him how to kiss and make out. You'd been there to teach him whenever he needed it. What was so different now?

As you pointed that out to him, he grew a little more red. "Well, I've never been there with you," he whispered.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, Rafe," you stated, and he shook his head.

"It's- I feel...guilty. For wanting it."

Your heart sped up. He wanted it. That was all you needed. Nothing else mattered. "Don't. You're just trying to be better for her." You both knew it was a lie, but Rafe chose to believe it, and so did you.

He slowly nodded, letting out a breath. "Okay," he whispered, voice a little shaky from nerves. He knew he was safe with you, but it didn't stop the fear of being horrible.

You cupped his cheek, caressing it. "You'll do fine," you assured, like you could read his mind. You grabbed his hand, guiding it to your hip. "Just relax."

He let out a shaky breath, and leaned in, forehead almost touching yours. His fingers gripped your hip, digging in slightly. You couldn't help but arch into him. You leaned in, kissing him softly, slowly, letting him get used to it.

Almost immediately, he pulled you closer by your hip, letting out a small, desperate noise. It helped your ego, knowing he wanted you too. You two did that for a little, just small kisses, before he finally slipped his tongue into your mouth.

After that, it was all desperate and desire. You were practically dry humping as he trailed light kisses down your jaw and neck, and you gripped his hair. Your breathing was heavier and it took a lot for you to focus.

You could feel how wet your panties were.

You brought your hands down, unbuttoning your shorts. Rafe stopped his movements, sucking in a small breath, eyes switching between yours and where your hands were. "You wanna use fingers first. Wanna really get her going." You weren't talking about his girlfriend. You never were. And you had a feeling he knew it.

He nodded, swallowing. He was nervous, you could tell. You caressed his hair. "You're okay. It's easier than you think," you promised, kissing him softly.

He chased after your lips, slowly slipping his hand into your panties. You almost moaned at the feeling of his fingers on your pussy. "F-fuck," he whispered into your lips. "W-why are you so wet?"

You kissed him deeper, hands tangling in his hair. "You know why."

He stuttered at that, eyes opening to look at you. For a moment, all you two did was stare. And then his lips were on you. On your jaw and neck, sucking and biting in a way he never had before. A confidence you found very attractive.

His fingers found your clit, and at first he didn't do anything, just traced his fingers over it. Even that made you squirm slightly just because it was him doing it. But then, he found his confidence, even if only slightly. He started rubbing small, slow circles, remembering a conversation you two had a while ago.

You moaned softly, gripping his hair. "Just like that," you whispered, encouraging him.

"Yeah?"

You knew he didn't know how hot it was for him to say that, but you kissed him harder anyway. His fingers got more confident the longer he did it, and you found yourself nearing the edge as he got quicker and harder, pressing more into your clit and causing your legs to squirm slightly.

You bit his lip lightly, soothing the sting with your tongue. "You ready?" you asked, somehow finding your voice, even if a bit whiny.

He nodded, almost immediately, and it made you smile to see him confident. He pulled his wet hand from your panties, grabbing the hem of your shorts. He kissed you once more, before dragging himself down and pulling your shorts and panties down.

He stopped, just glancing at your glistening folds for a second. Something was in his eye, something you'd never seen before. Your hand found his hair, caressing and tugging slightly as you watched him. He gripped your inner thighs, spreading them apart.

His eyes met yours, looking for guidance. You nodded, assuring him he was doing it right. He leaned down, slowly flicking his tongue over your clit. You let out a small breath from the sensation, and he took it as his cue to do it again.

And again, and again. You let him get his feel for it, let him figure it out. That's what this was, after all. A teaching moment. The best way to learn was hands on experience. His tongue flattened against your clit, moving up and down, and you let out a small whine.

He did it again, starting to massage your thighs. "Suck," you whispered, gripping his hair.

Almost immediately, he complied. His lips wrapped around the sensitive nub, sucking it softly. You moaned softly, pressing your hips into his mouth. He did it again, this time flicking his tongue over it.

As he continued suckling, he hesitantly pushed one finger inside of you, trying to figure out just what made you feel good. He pumped it in and out for a second, slowly and without a lot of confidence, and then he remembered something he'd read in one of your filthy books before.

His finger curled, pressing against that spongy spot inside of you, and you moaned, louder this time. He did it again and again before he added another finger. It was a little hard for him to multitask, but he got the hang of it.

Soon enough he was eating you like he always knew how. A little messy, a little sloppy, but good nonetheless. Your hand was caressing his hair, words spurring him on. "You're doing so good, baby," you whined, and he groaned against your pussy.

You bit your lip, eyes half-lidded as you watched him. You felt that coil in your stomach starting to tighten, and you clenched around his fingers. "You gonna be good for me and let me come on your tongue?" you asked quietly, continuing to caress his hair.

He sucked hard on your clit, causing you to whimper. "Mmphm, mhm," he hummed, face so deep in your pussy you were sure he couldn't breathe.

His mouth moved down, licking over your slit, taking up your wetness. He took his fingers out, replacing it with his tongue. He wasn't completely clueless, just inexperienced and shy. His nose brushed your clit as he darted his tongue in and out of you, using the thick muscle to pleasure you.

You finally let your eyes close, head falling back against the pillow. "Fuck," you moaned softly.

He slowly started getting more aggressive with it. His tongue found its way to your clit again, and he flicked it over as quickly as possible, before sucking hard. His fingers, now three, plunged into your pussy, immediately hitting that spot.

You moaned, arching into him. You tangled your fingers deep in his hair, and he grabbed your lower back with his other hand, keeping you where you were. The new angle changed the feel of his fingers and tongue, forcing your clit to be more exposed, forcing the angle to be deeper.

Your legs were a little shaky now, and you were letting out more whines and whimpers. You felt it, how close you were. He dropped your hips, curling his fingers deep in you one more time before pulling them out. He spread your thighs as far as they could go, before devouring your clit.

You couldn't really breathe anymore, just trying your best. You let out a loud moan as he sucked and sucked and sucked. His head moved in sync with his mouth as he moved his tongue back and forth over your clit, and before you knew it, you were clenching around nothing, letting out a moan of his name as you pulsed, coming a lot harder than you expected to.

You gripped his hair, keeping him exactly where he was as you rode your orgasm. He felt so good. How were you supposed to let him go now?

As you finally came down, you relaxed against the bed, breathing heavy as you caressed his hair. He head finally came up, face a mess with your juices. But you couldn't care. Not right now. You just pulled him up, kissing him deeply. "You did so good for me."

He smiled softly. "Yeah? I was good?"

You nodded. "Mhm. A lot better than I expected. Rafe, I haven't came that hard in a while," you said softly, caressing his hair.

His smile brightened, and he kissed you again, deeper and with tongue. "Is it bad if I want to do it again?"

( let me know if you'd like more from these two specific characters! dividers by @saradika-graphics )

[acourtofchaos]

thinking about best friend!theo, who considers marriage a death sentence, losing his mind when he finds out your parents are going to force you to go on dates with potential marriage prospects when you return home. leading to him persuading you to let him steal you away to italy for the summer so he can keep you out of your their clutches and away from the boys on their list who he knows won’t treat you the way you deserve

he's trying to find a way out of the whole thing whilst also showing you around his home and maybe theo should have known it was dangerous to let you into this part of his life he's given no one else access to but god, you're his best friend, practically the other half of his soul, and he can't imagine letting anyone else have this piece of him

besides, it doesn't seem like such a bad idea, not at least until a few weeks pass and there's a new kind of bloom in chest when he looks at you that only grows the harder he tries to fight it and the answer to your problems suddenly lies in a proposal he's too afraid to offer 

[isabeauwolf]

Queen Reader x Courtesan Overhaul

Part 1 - In Chains

(fanfic inspired by this mouthwatering fanart of Overhaul by @spectra-phantasma Thank you for your hard work, love! 🐦‍⬛💜💚)

News spread like wild fire last night.

Rumor has it that he was captured during his guilds disbanding and jumped, stolen from his home and his adoptive father, forced to watch his lands and properties were set ablaze by blue hell flames. The street rat who went from rags to riches and into a matter of a few hours was once again homeless, penniless and on the streets.

The proud, arrogant and confident young boss still stood tall, golden hues frosty, even when barely clothed and close to butt naked, in chains, leather and a quirk restraining collar.

He looks so pretty tied like that. You think with a coy smile on your lips. You had snuck out of the palace and made your way into the underground black market, more specially, the human slavery and trafficking district. Your only bodyguard, Eraser Head at your side. He was all you needed.

Even in chains, caged and bound, you could see it.

The fire in his molten amber gaze, as cold and hard as his low, monotone voice when he hissed, grumbled and cursed at the slave traders touching him and dragging him onto the stage as the next main attraction. The infamous Overhaul, the undergrounds "demon with no heart," the man with a godlike and alchemist level quirk, and apparently he had a Greek God's temper and body to match.

You wanted to break him. Make him into your fuck toy and your personal pretty courtesan.

Yes. You must have him, Kai Chisaki, Overhaul.

You always saw him in passing, in the crowds with his magenta and golden beaked plague mask covering the lower half of his face. Now, with the birdlike opened caged muzzle strapped to his face you could finally see all of him fully.

You bit your lip as arousal and excitement, the thrill of owning him and making him yours heated and coiled in your abdomen, making lust and desire pool between your thighs.

You are the Queen, what you want you get.

Eraser knows that look in your eyes. He'd seen it a thousand times when you found a pretty and unbroken toy you desperately wanted to play with. Watch it bend and break, fall for your charms, your body and cling onto your freely given love before getting bored and moving on to a new one.

Underneath his cloak, Eraser inwardly sighs. He knew there was no way of talking you out of this. His Mistress was stubborn, at least, she used her funds wisely unlike the previous Queen who loved to throw grand balls and parties nearly every two months on top of national holidays. When your mother died, you acted quickly with the help of All Might and Endeavor salvaged the kingdom's debt and crime lowered, you kept your citizens fed and taxes at a reasonable rate.

Of course, you knew crime was everywhere. Even during times of peace, other kingdoms waged wars, burned, pillaged, started a new and rebuilt. It's the law of the world, the game of thrones, the never ending darkness that plagued this world in a society where people were valued by their quirks than themselves individually.

Eraser's charcoal black orbs turned from your masked and cloaked covered figure and returned back to the stage. His highly trained eyes took in the other man's physique, the honed and refined hard muscle yet lean and agile, his shape and potential. Overhaul relied heavily on his quirk, but it was clear he still maintained and sharpened his body as well as his mind. The caged raven had hidden his body underneath his clothes to fool his enemies.

That alone made him earn a hint of respect. Plus, if his Queen was injured, he could have the ex-villain cure her with his alchemy and quirk, keep him as a bodyguard and shield... adding him as their Queen's lover would bind him to her.

Eraser and Hawks would still keep watch in the shadows until Overhaul full gained their trust. If the ex-criminal refused their Queen's more than generous offer, then they would make his life into a living hell. He scanned the place once more, arms crossed and leaning against the stone wall, he needed to remain alert and ready should someone recognized them. So far, everyone's gazes and murmuring whispers were more focused solely on the man on stage.

The market was crowded, jam packed.

No doubt Overhaul's fellow captured allies and enemies were all watching with bated breath, wondering their boss' fate after being captured, humiliated, striped of his status, clothes and about to be sold, his fate sealed.

Nezu walked on stage and the room grew quiet.

"Ladies and Gentleman," The dog, rat, mouse, whited furred leader of the slave trade smiled brightly in delight to see another human suffer as he bit back his sadistic mirth and laughter. "It's a pleasure to welcome everyone tonight. I'm sure you are all here to see the fate of our beloved dangerous and highly respected raven on stage."

He waved his paw towards Overhaul and gave a bow of respect.

"As much as I've appreciated your past contributions Overhaul," Nezu hummed, closing his eye and shook his head. "I'm afraid my hands are tied as The League have already sold you to me." A string of evil giggles slipped out, then he coughed and cleared his throat, his mask of professionalism returning and sighed dramatically. "But alas, I've decided from the goodness of my heart to offer those gathered tonight to become your new Master or Mistress." His black, beady eyes darkened as Overhaul's own golden hues returned to the traders gaze with a challenging glare.

Lesser slaves and weak willed citizens shivered in the crowd.

Nezu's cheery tone returned as he faced the audience. "Let's begin the price of a generous 10,000 gold, shall we?" His mask cracked as he threw his head back and cackled loudly, unhinged and barking laughter; clearly amused by many of the human's faces pale and jaw's drop.

Did the half mad sneaky little rat truly start the bid with the price he bought Overhaul for? Of course, he did.

The bids were starting.

It kept climbing higher and higher until only a few nobility were remaining to stake their claim on such a prized, caged and handsome bird.

You noticed a familiar greedy old hag a few rows across from you. You'd recognized that long, thick, spiky, dark purple hair anywhere.

Your eyes immediately narrowed, Nemuri Kayama, Midnight. The Mistress of The Underground Pleasure District and local Brothels, or "Streets of Heaven and Sin" which is widely know, even in the Capital. The purple haired and blue eyed woman was a decade your senior, she might have once been your best friend and found sister, but not anymore. No, not since you become Queen and she became her families head Mistress.

Midnight flaunted her beauty, charming both men and woman around her red-painted manicured and painted nails. Her black dress was skin tight and accentuated her voluptuous figure as she kept her arms uncovered in case she needed to use her quirk on misbehaving clients, citizens, enemies, workers and slaves.

As if feeling your gaze on her, Midnight half turned. Her blue eyes meeting yours, twinkling with mirth and amusement underneath her red mask. Fully facing you before making a beeline towards you as her hoard of lackeys, chained boy toys and workers followed their mistress on chained and leather leaches, attached to her wrist. Each of the poor bastards were each wearing a metal cock ring underneath their robes, whimpering moans, muffled groans and needy whines escaped their mouths in one shape or form.

She let go of the leach to her assistant, a newbie in training, if you had to guess. The poor redheads shy woman must have had some promises and potential, if Midnight handpicked her for the job as her assistant to take over in one of her many brothels. Her red hair, green eyes and luscious curves made her stand out and beautiful, you can admit that.

"Well, well, it's rare to you see coming down from your high tower, your majesty." Midnight purred, tilting her head and holding her riding crop underneath her chin. "See something you like pet?"

Your smile strained and your jaw twitched. "Good evening, Midnight. How's business?"

Eraser inwardly sighed, great. Midnight had a habit of riling you up and teasing you out of sisterly affection, a little too hard. Borderline, nearly pouncing on you after she riles her own-self. He swears if Mic here - No, oh second, thought, don't think about that overly loud, yellow cockatiel.

He noticed that the remaining bidders were you and Midnight, the two most riches and powerful women in the kingdom.

Nezu's waited, a purple and blue aura surrounding him. "Ladies, would you like to continue a higher bidding?" He knew who you were. You couldn't fool him. He knew your scent and settle traits.

He turned to Midnight, "Midnight?"

"He's such a handsome and pretty delicious birdman, isn't he?" Midnight smirked, hand on her hip and staring directly at Overhaul, who sneered at her, his clear distaste and disgust visible through the muzzle.

Oh dear, he doesn't seem to like her.

It's impressive, even while bound and chained, disgraced, he still looked his nose down at Midnight.

She turned towards you, practically gushing and wiggling with excitement and arousal, unashamed as she bit her lower lip and squealed loudly. "Oh, darling. The harder they resist the sweeter it is to break them!" Midnight knew your secret, your obsession and infatuation with Overhaul, the ex-criminal.

Strutting towards you with a confidant sway of her hips as her breasts moving against her thin gown, leather, chains and jewelry. Pulling out her black feathered fan to cover her mouth, leaning towards you and whispered, "Do you truly want him, my sister?" She purred with a seductive drawl, cheeks heated and sky blue eyes sparkling.

You narrowed your eyes, talking through clenched teeth. "What do you want, Midnight?" You bit out. "You usually aren't so generous and willing to give a handsome man away without a reason."

Midnight shrugged and giggled, padding you on the back and pulling you into her side. "Now, now, don't get upset, Y/n." She pouted and scolded lightly in a motherly voice.

You felt her breasts squishing against yours and you inwardly groaned, yet, your irritation and aggravation bled though, "Gods above and the afterlife, what do you want, Nemuri?"

Midnight released another loudly, girly squeal as she pressed her cheek into yours. "Oh, Y/n, please, please, let me borrow Eraser for a weekend, please, please, please!" She practically begged, swaying you back and forth, literally begging.

Eraser's eyes widened and he shook his head no. A huge noticeable blush on his face. He loved getting kinky in the bedroom, but Midnight could be, well - a bit too extreme. Her dominate and sadistic side was sexy, hell, he matched her freak, but other than sex and being old friends, they hardly saw each other.

It made things more awkward.

Rolling your eyes, this time, you sighed. "What do you need him for?"

"I need him to keep me company for a trip to the Capital!" Midnight let go of you and leaned back, pressing her hands against her cheeks and practically bouncing. "It's a long trip and I need new clothes, potions, equipment, and a little of this, and a little of that -" The innuendos weren't lost to you. You've been to her pleasure dungeon, or "play room" as she calls it. It's actually quite impressive.

You cut her off, keeping your voice firm and quiet, "Only, if you don't overly drain him and wear him out again, Nemuri... I need him for work." You press, hand on your hip.

As Nemuri opened her mouth, the tiny mouse, bear, dog, thing interrupted.

Nezu's voice raised calling for both women's attention. "Will there be another offer ladies?" He asks, tone dark and sweet with an undertone of impatience. "Midnight?" His black beady eyes stares to Nemuri, then to you. "Mysterious Stranger?"

Overhaul's stood there, looking bored. His hands were tied behind his back, wearing this ridiculous open and mocking birdcage covering his face, he was bound in leather and chains, and only given a loin cloth to cover his groin, but his ass was out.

This whole unfortunate situation was downright humiliating and degrading, damaging his pride. He didn't care which one of those woman wanted him, he wanted a bath, he was hungry, the nights chill made him cold, he's tired and wanted to sleep.

Get on with it. He inwardly groans, hands clenching behind his back.

Despite his irritation and drowsiness, a hint of curiosity was drawn to the mysterious stranger. He didn't know why he should care. And yet... something about your voice sounded familiar? It escaped him. Making him more inwardly frustrated with himself. It sounded soft, seductive, comforting and dare he say angelic?

Overhaul's gaze flickered to matriarch of The Undergrounds Pleasure District, Nemuri Kayama, Midnight. He openly sneered in disgust, turning his nose up, no doubt the woman was filthy as her high paid and lower class whores she governs. Many times his clients and sponsors wanted to meet in one of her pleasure houses, talk, drink their fill, and then go fuck their desired hole for the night. They would offer to pay for his drink or choice of pleasure, but he would refuse.

He didn't care, if the men or woman were checked every month by the best doctors or nurse in the city, Recovery Girl or not, he wasn't going to touch them with a ten foot pole.

He didn't care, if the eight bragged or fought about who gave the best head, had the best pair of tits, ass or pussy in each of that Harlot's establishments. He wasn't going to set foot in any of those back rooms any further than he had to, or participate in the weekly orgies, even if Hari or Pops paid for it, or gave their recommendations for a partner.

No. There was only one woman Kai wanted, but could never have. Despite his lands, titles and wealth; he was still considered lesser born to be with her. The only stunning creature whose beauty, wit and charm had wormed its way into his heart.

The Queen of this country, Y/n L/n. Otherwise, know as Y/n the Fair. Compared to her nitwit and foolish mother, their previous Queen, you had shown promise. Using your power and influence to make this kingdom prosperous, flourish and thought of your people first.

Truly like an angel in this diseased ridden, rat infested, dark, unfair and cruel world. If Kai had to become a villain, forsake his old name, his humanity, his past to become a demon in-order to cure this plague known as quirks, obtain enough power and wealth that his statue wouldn't matter for a change to try and court you.

It was selfish to wish it, I know that. Overhaul blinked as he shook his head as he inwardly sighed. He was pulled back to the present as he heard Nezu's voice grind in his ears.

"With Midnight forfeiting, Overhaul," That sneaky little rodent chuckled darkly. "Or should I say Ex Yakuza Boss. You now belongs to our mysterious stranger." He snickered, grinning wide and unhinged. "Come up and claim your prize my dear."

Overhaul's golden hues narrowed, Nezu knew something he wasn't sharing. It was pissing him off.

"If you are returned back to me Chisaki," Nezu met his burning and intense gaze with his own. "I fear Midnight will become your new Mistress." He let his words hang in the air and added, sounding smug. "So be a good little slave for your First Mistress won't you?"

That comment and detail made Overhaul's jaw clench and grind hard. "Watch it vermin. Those words may comeback to bite you someday pest." He growled, taking a deep breath through his nose as to calm down his temper.

"Prove me wrong, Chisaki and I will owe you money." Nezu sassed back, turning his gaze towards the Mysterious Woman and her cloaked companion. "Seems the old gods and the new have favored you this night, old friend."

Overhaul remained silent, watching as one of the black cloaked figures approached.

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You did it!

A high class caged bird with clipped and broken wings. Your birdy. Your plaything. Yours to use for your own pleasure. Yes, if he won't submit. You will have to bend him and whisper tempting words until he bowed down.

Wither he liked it or not. Your word was law. He was your property and you owned him now, his life was yours, and yours alone.

"Eraser," You chirped happily. "Escort him to the castle, make sure he's fully bathed, feed, fully dressed and waiting for me in my chambers tonight." You had to quickly remask your features and tone as to not overexcite yourself. "Have Giran dig into what happened to the rest of Overhaul's men and the Shie Hassaikai's leader." You lower your tone into a whisper, "Our birdy will want to know." You slipped the royal seal and plenty of gold into his hand, enough to feed a whole nation for months.

Eraser nodded and bowed his head. "As you wish, your majesty." Pocketing the items and headed towards the stage.

You were watching Overhaul from the shadows for a long time. You disapproved of him trying to use a little girl to fuel his goal of curing people of this plague known as quirks. You knew all to well witnessing first hand how deadly and uncontrollable a persons quirk could become, if the wrong person grew too greedy, too prideful, too arrogant and dared to challenge their Queen.

It's what cost your mother her life.

Call yourself hypocritical, you didn't care. Even after everything he's done, you sympathized with his cause and silently supported him from your throne on high, and now, you would snatch your raven in his hour of need.

You knew if that money grubbing leech at the brothel had her way, she'd sell the young man's body every night like a male prostitute, work him day and night, tirelessly until he's broken; diseased and could no longer work, being forced out onto the streets, begging for scarps until he either committed suicide or died in some rat infested back alley.

You had seen too many woman and men being treated as such time and time again. You'd be damned, if you let your birdman suffer any longer. True, your reasoning wasn't anything noble or any better, but at least, you know he would be safer with you than that old hag.

You sighed, watching as Eraser talked with the slave trader, who's eyes widened, filling with greed as he stared at the seal and leather pouch heavily pilled with gold. Your smile, grew into a smug smirk, you were victorious and if anything dared tried to steal him from you or outbid you, well, you will just have to send in Hawks.

Twirling on your heels, waving at Nezu as you went ahead of Eraserhead, lowering your hood on your cloak and made your way back towards the palace. I have to bathe and look presentable for him don't I? You paused as you entered the dark mouth of the alleyway, gaze following your prized birdman was being hauled off the stage, his displeasure, anger and defiant as he dragged by two Nomu's Nezu bought from The League. See you soon Kai, my pretty bird. You smile and giggle to yourself, strolling further and further away, knowing you two will reunite soon enough.

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The young ex-yakuza was both intrigued and confused as to why he was being dragged towards the Queen's Castle?

He expected to be thrown into servitude as some lowly servant or chore boy, but instead Eraser dragged him towards a lavished, grand bathroom. The walls were white, the floor underneath his bare feet were craved out of limestone and marble, it shined in the candle light; the room smelled clean with lavished soaps and scented oils, it calmed down his nerves to an extent, but still kept his guard up as Kai turned meeting the man's tired charcoals. "Why bring me such lavished liberties and luxuries?" Narrowing his eyes, growing more suspicious and perplexed. What was he planning? There's no way Eraserhead saved him from the goodness of his heart.

Eraser sighed, rubbing his eyes and clicked his tongue. "I see that paranoia wasn't for show, Chisaki." Lowering his hand, making a twirling motion with his finger. "Now, turn around so I can get that caged muzzle and leather n' chains off of you and you can bath before eating dinner."

Kai's hand twitched behind his back, then clenched as his jaw did. Doing as he's told as he's reminded that with the quirk restraining collar around his neck, he's quirkless.

Eraser moved slowly towards Chisaki, studying him for any sign of running or attacking him. "Before you get any idea's on fighting me and escaping I don't have the key." He explains, proceeding to unbuckle the straps and chains. "Your new Mistress has the only key to your collar." He gave Hawks the key, flew back ahead of them and gave it to you. "Fight and disobey her and I'll make sure your life will be a living hell compared to what Midnight or Nezu would have done to you, understand?"

"Yes." Kai huffed, taking a deep breath to calm himself as he inwardly shuddered to remain still, phantom itches crawling against his skin.

Silent filled the room apart from the rattling of the chains and leather as the pair of stoic and rational men remained silent.

"There, I'll be outside." Eraser need back, holding Chisaki's bonds in his hand. "The maids already placed clothes and everything you need in the basket by the bath tube." He turned and began walking towards the bathroom door, pauses at the threshold, peaking over his shoulder. "Dinner will be in an hour. Don't make her wait, Chisaki. Our Mistress is many things, forgiving, generous, but unforgiving to anyone who crosses her."

Kai's body tensed. "I maybe an ex yakuza. I'm not a complete mongrel, Erasure." He bit out calmly, hint of ice in tone. "I still honor some of my houses traditions, mannerisms and chivalry, even if, Pops and I disagreed and clashed often."

Eraser knew it was childish, he couldn't help it. He still couldn't believe that you, his Mistress still wanted this Villain, this Monster of a man. Kai Chisaki should be grateful for your generosity, your mercy. He should be begging, kneeling at your feet like the worthless dog that he is.

Something in him snapped, "If you had kept your ungodly experiments and quirk away from that child, a young girl," He pressed, knowing the son of a bitch didn't regret his actions one bit. "Your own sire's granddaughter, then you wouldn't be here, Chisaki."

Eri? How had they known? Then again, he imagined word of his experiments, his groups disbanding, his capture and what The League had done to him had spread to even The Castle's staff, even you, The Queen. No doubt from her Master of Whispers, Giran. Kai inwardly scoffed.

Kai glanced over his shoulder. "Everyone should be grateful for my efforts in formulating a cure to return humanity back to normacy before quirks became a plague, a disease, spreading and infecting the world." He hissed, tearing off his loin cloth and storming towards the large in door bath. "Quirks will continue to grow powerful with each new generation." He explained, stopped at the edge of the bath, the scent of lemons and roses hitting his nose and filling his lungs. Who knew his favorite scents?

Kai shook his head as he continued, "I'm the only one willing to get my hands dirty. To do what needed to be done unlike those old, cowardly, senile fools."

Eraser grit his teeth, muttering underneath his breath. "Can't believe she's chosen a monster like you." Without another word, he closed the door.

Kai huffed, stepping into the water as the warmth soaked into his acing, dirty and tired body. He closed his eyes and sighed in content. Reopening his eyes and began bathing himself, scrubbing his body and hair clean, washing the smell of that big white rat and his workers filthy touches and those Chimeras or Nomu's The League created. Those creations both fascinated him and gave him the creeps, knowing The Legendary Demon Lord and his mad Doctor were creating them deep in the heart of The Underworld.

Kai was too busy growing his influence, trying to distribute his cure, raise more funding and juggling his responsibilities as his adoptive father's heir to feed his curiosity on The Nomus'. When those UA Hero Guild members busted down his door!

Lemillion and Deku destroyed the last two years of his research and resources, what he hadn't ordered stashed away was burned during the explosion in his laboratory; not to mention when Dabi set his castle and everything ablaze during his capture.

Kai's scar on the side of his forehead twitched and throbbing, his anger and frustration seething as his grip tightened on the side of the marble and hand carved tub. The marble digging into his hand before he let go with a frustrated growl, held his breath to dunk himself underneath the water, resurfacing and standing. Thousands of water droplets, falling down his body as he reached for a towel soft, fluffy purple towel to pat himself dry as he exited the bath.

Feeling refreshed, clean and somewhat calmer, Kai stalked slowly towards the basket Eraser mentioned. He blinked, eyes widened in surprise as he found a pair of his favorite black linen shirts, breeches, leather boots, face masks and white gloves. Now, he felt a hint of nerves crawling and twisting against his belly.

His heart thudded hard in his chest. It... it couldn't have been you, could it? Who had saved him? He told himself not to get too excited. What would you want with him? A criminal. Well, Ex-Criminal.

He had nothing to offer you. No lands, no money, no gifts, only himself. Kai swallowed thickly as his mouth grew dry, he'd near the whispers and rumors of your sexual and carnal appetite in your chambers. Releasing a shaky breath as he shivered, cheeks heating before he inhaled a deep breath, held it and exhaled, straightening his shoulders.

If the old gods and new were truly merciful as Nezu whispered into his ear about being bought and sold into your service, Kai needed to hold his head high. Nothing has changed.

His life's debt has been exchanged from Pop's to yours.

Yes, you were closer within his reach now, but you were royalty, a member of the nobility, one of the Gods most precious gifts to have been born into this cursed and cruel hearted world.

Kai dried himself, dressed, used the lotions, cologne, hair and tooth brush he'd been given, waiting for him on the bathroom counter.

His adoptive father's words rang in his head, A debt must always be repaid, Kai.

Hooking the cloth mask over his face as he frowned. He'll never see the old man again. That thought made his chest ache as his gloved hand gripped the counter. "Pops." He whispered his name, peaking at himself in the mirror. Same face, same sharp golden eyes, same image he saw everyday.

A knock on the door made his gaze flicker towards the door's mirrors image as Erasers voice called. "Chisaki, it's time."

Kai sighed and replied, raising his voice. "Yes."

"Good," he huffed, opening the bathroom door. "She's waiting."

Rechecking his appearance one last time, the ex yakuza twirled on his boot heels and headed towards Eraser as he led the way. Maids waiting outside, sneaking glances at him, whispering, gossiping and giggling, Kai paid them no mind. He was used to people staring at him.

Eraser clicked his tongue. "Quiet gawking and get back to work ladies." He glared at the woman who nodded their heads hurriedly, apologized and ended the bathroom.

Kai felt his lips curl upward underneath his mask in amusement. And they called me a tight ass in The Shie Hassaikai.

A blonde haired, red winged man approached in the opposite direction, hands shoved into his pockets and grinning from ear to ear, then widened as he came closer towards Eraser and Kai.

"Well, well," The man's playful, honey'd orbs studied the ex yakuza from head to toe, whistling. "Looks like the one winged caged bird cleans up nicely."

Hawks. The Queen's assassin and last line of defense should her other loyal guards and soldiers fall.

Whispers say he's Icurus reborn, or the child from The Greek God, Eros, a Demi God.

Kai narrows his eyes at Hawks.

The black haired head guard stopped, resulting in Kai stopping a few paces behind him. "Why are you still out this late Hawks?" Eraser asked.

Hawks' gaze shifted from Kai's to Erasers. "Nothin' much just returning from runnin' an errand from our beloved Queen." He didn't miss how the Ex-Criminals hands twitched or his gaze turned more frosty and chilling.

Eraser waver him away, proceeding forward. "Yes, yes, good night Hawks."

Hawks could help it. Couldn't keep his mouth shut as The once proud and arrogant, untouchable and powerful Overhaul passed him. "Be sure to be a good littl' pet for our Lady ya hear Overhaul." He snickered, saying his Villain name as if it was a joke.

Kai tensed, muscles straining against his shirt, hands white knuckled at his sides and his jaw clenched. Ignore him. Ignore him. He isn't worth it. He kept repeating to himself as he followed behind Eraser. That red feathered chicken isn't worth it.

Hawks chuckled, raising his hands, interlocking his fingers behind his head, chirping and yapping, "Whoops. Did I strike a nerve little birdy? Sorry. Sorry." His fake apologetic smile turned smug. "Hundreds of men would be crawling on their hands and knees naked to be where you are." He kept going. "Make 'er happy littl' raven."

Eraser twirled on his heels, grabbed his binding cloth as his quirk activated, charcoal eyes flickering blood red and his long hair rising. "That's enough Hawks! Get the fuck back to your post and watch your disrespectful mouth before I scrub your fowl mouth with soap myself."

Kai's ears were practically fuming in anger. He didn't give a flying fuck what the stalking, strutting, diseased red winged rat had to say about him, but disrespecting their Queen right in front of him? He won't stand for it.

It wasn't the first time, Kai had beaten the every loving daylight out of some leering, perverted, son of a bitch who dared make lewd and unsavory comments about you. He's heard worse in The Underground, Brothels or petty, lowlife scumbags mouths.

He was close to snapping had Eraser not stepped in. He supposed that earned him some respect in his book towards the older man.

"I'm just wishing the newbie some luck." Hawks shrugged, waved and walked away.

Kai calmed down as Hawks grew further and further away. Good riddance. He inwardly snorted and huffed.

Eraser stopped in front of the dinning hall, knocking. "Chisaki has arrived, my Lady."

"Thank you, Eraser." Your voice answered behind the grand door. "Enter."

Kai felt his heartbeat quicken and thunder in his ears. He felt the tips of his ears grow red before he inward shook himself and reschooled his features, watching Eraser open the door to a brightly lit dining room.

--- End of Part 1 -----

Part 2: The Queen's One Winged Bird

Part 3: Coming Soon!

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[blueheron15]

thinking about virgin!jj …

you were teasing him - although you thought it was funny, it was getting him hot, flustered, and very bothered.

“s-shit” he breathed, hands clenched into fists at his sides. his face turned hot and he immediately averted his gaze from your tits which were practically spilling out of your bikini top.

“what?” you pouted with faux innocence, sitting down next to him on the couch.

“shut up.” he grumbled, crossing his arms.

“tell me what’s wrong,” you insisted with a smirk, placing a hand on his upper thigh - bare due to his swim trunks. “come on, what is it?” you asked, enunciated the word cum.

biting his lip to suppress a whimper, he states, “you know what’s wrong.” you trail your hand higher and higher up his thigh, incredibly close to his boner. “fuck… look at what’ya do to me” he breathed, trying so hard to not buck into your hand.

you were shamelessly feeling him up, his cock standing tall now underneath his swim trunks. you grinned as his resolve snapped, something primal washing over him as he grabbed your arms, pushing you so you were laying back on the couch with him hovering over you.

he began rutting his hips into the sofa, needing some friction. you grabbed his ass and pulled him closer so he could grind into your damp bikini bottoms.

“oh, baby” he groaned. “fuck, need it so bad, need it so bad, y/n”

you loved how needy and flustered he was getting, yet his pace never faltered. you bucked up your hips, locking your ankles at his lower back.

“fuck” he cursed, face dropping and arms dropping, caging you in as he sloppily licked and kissed your neck.

you turned ur face, attaching your lips to his. “move a lil higher” you muttered in between pecks. you felt his brows furrow against your skin. “c’mon” you whispered, a soft, coaxing demand.

he submitted as you let your legs drop to your side and he knelt back on his knees for a moment. your bottoms had shifted to the side, revealing your gorgeous, oozing cunt, something jj had never seen before and he was mesmerized.

you watch him admire you, loving the way he was looking at you like a meal. his ocean blues were purely black. “you ever gotten a blow job before?”

he shook his head obediently like a dog, his blonde locks falling over his forehead. you curled your fingers, beckoning him. he hovered over you, his hips positioned over your pink, kiss-swollen lips.

dipping a finger under the waist band of his bathing suit, you shimmied them down his hips. his dick slapped against his beautifully toned stomach and his cute happy trail. “you have such a pretty dick” you whispered, pressing a kiss against his tip.

you didn’t even warn him before taking him in your tight mouth, hands gripping his hips to ground yourself. bobbing your head, jj began thrusting.

“o-oh my god yer takin me so deep” he babbled incoherently above you. “ya didn’t tell me you ain’t got a gag reflex. hollllyyyy fuck.”

he greedily abused your mouth, no sense of self control what so ever. but you were taking it. you wanted your boy to feel good, despite the tears leaking down your cheeks and drooling dribbling down your chin.

“shit, y/n. fuck i’m close baby.”

you hummed, swirling your tongue with expertise which had him busting in your mouth without a warning, his head dipped back and his mouth open in a silent moan.

you swallowed his cum, releasing his dick with a pop before he shimmied down to collapse on top of you, kissing and swallowing his own release.

“good?” you asked with a smile and a hoarse voice, wiping off your lips.

“so good.” he panted. “you gotta let me fuck you, please baby, please.”

oh lord, you thought, giggling. this boy was horrrnyyy.

[crsssie]

matching - professor!simon riley x professor!reader

Professor Riley has a water bottle.

Well, one singular water bottle that seems to change color every now and then.

It's well known that he shares the same kind of bottle as you, same model and everything, but every now and then the black of his lid is replaced with the color of yours, and no one really... points it out because it's not something worth pointing out, but while his lecture tends to keep quiet, his smaller class will ask.

"Any questions?" He sighs.

"Did you get a new bottle?"

"No I accidentally grabbed my missus' cap in the morning while closing it. We headed out separately today." He grumbles.

"Do you do couple's items? Matching phone screens or cases?"

"How does this relate to class?"

"It's two. Class is over." Another student points out.

"I doubt I'm her phone screen, but she's mine." He sighs, gathering his stuff.

"And a tattoo?"

"Oh, right. Where's my five?" He raises a brow at the student from last time, holding out his hand as the class yells. One of the students hands him a five, and he hums as he tucks it into his pocket. A couple of students head out as he nods at them, and the final few keep him there as they bombard him with questions.

"Professor, what's the most romantic thing you do?"

"Kisses me good morning when I wake up." You peek at the door, waving at his class as Simon groans. "Oh, also that one time during grad when—"

"Luvie."

You pat his chest twice as he leans down to receive a kiss from you, and you wave bye to the rest of the students as they file out.

"I still think the most romantic thing you've ever done was at grad."

"Your grad?"

"Whose else?" You hum as he presses his lips to the corner of your eye.

"It really shouldn't have been."

"Well it was."