#and i got hit with the 'i just really wanted to beat you'

[drunkinyourbenz]

YOU DON'T REALLY NEED A BREAK

☆ SYNOPSIS: in which billie is stressed, so naturally she needs you more than ever. unbenkownst to her, she takes it too far. ☆ PART ONE ☆ RELATIONSHIP: dom!billie eilish x fem!reader ☆ WARNINGS: SMUT, use of safe word, angst, fluff, comfort, mean billie, reader is a little bratty, situationship/fwb, angry sex, crying, strap-on, edging, degradation, petnames, name calling (slut, whore, brat, etc.), choking, hair pulling, humiliation, dumbification, toxic dynamic (except less so because billie's realising things hehe), unedited. ☆ REQUESTED: yes, by a bunch of anons ☆ NOTE: y'all read my mind with these reqeusts i was already thinking of writing a part two abt exactly this and you all had the same idea!! sorry this took so long lmao exams are kicking my ass :/ this is very unedited sorry for any mistakes i read it through once and then posted it lmao read part one first for it to make more sense ☆ WORD COUNT: 3.5k words

billie hadn’t texted you in a little over a week, and you almost thought that she wasn’t ever going to again. the last time you’d seen her had ended like all of the other nights, she’d cleaned you up and then left you alone in the silent hotel room. usually, she’d text afterwards, just to make sure you were feeling okay, but there was nothing. the last text between the two of you was when you’d asked where she was when she was late that night. 

the two of you normally hooked up at least a few times a week, and you’d never actually gone a week without her since you started this four months ago.

you thought the worst: someone else had replaced you as her favourite. you’d always thought it would happen, but you thought you might have a few more times before it was over. but from the looks of it, you weren’t ever going to see her again. 

which was fine, obviously. you didn’t care—or that’s what you kept telling yourself. you had agreed to a no-commitment thing when you two started whatever this was, and she could do whatever she wanted. it stung a little bit that she wasn’t doing you, but ultimately, there was nothing you could do about it. 

so when you got home from a long day, thoroughly exhausted, your plan for the night was to hide in your bed and watch 2000s tv shows until you passed out. you showered, taking your time to wash your hair and feeling your tense and tired muscles relax under the hot stream of water. once out of the shower, you changed into some comfortable clothes, flopping down on your bed in relief. you were ready to finally just cuddle up under the blankets like you’d been wishing you could do all day.

about eleven minutes into the gilmore girls episode you were up to—rewatching for the hundredth time—your phone pinged, and you almost just ignored it, but you picked it up with a groan. 

your eyes widened when you saw it was from billie, the last number you expected to text. your heart almost skipped a beat.

billie: come over?

you paused for a moment, conflicted. you truly were exhausted, and it had been such a long day, and all you wanted to do was sleep, you honestly weren’t in the mood for what you knew billie would want. but… it was billie. 

so, inevitably, you ended up at her door. you were still in the clothes you’d changed into the moment you got home, just some comfortable sweatpants and a top—billie wouldn’t care about what you wore, she wanted you to be comfortable. plus, you knew full well that you wouldn’t be wearing them for long. 

you knocked on the door, and it opened within mere seconds, almost as if billie had been waiting by the door for you to show up. from the look on her face, you wouldn’t be surprised. she looked stressed, angry, and desperate. you looked her up and down, your eyes settling on her face. she was wearing a pretty similar outfit to you, sweatpants that hung low on her hips, the “HIT ME HARD AND SOFT” waistband of her boxers peeking out, and a white tank top that you could see the slight hint of her nipples peeking through. her arms were bare and your eyes seemed to gravitate towards the toned muscles there, which never failed to make your brain short circuit. paired with the noticeable outline of her strap in her pants, it was almost too much for you to take. 

you noticed the way her eyebrows were slightly furrowed and her eyes were narrowed in a firm gaze, the frustration was clear on her face. “rough day?” 

she groaned, and when she spoke, her voice had a slight rasp to it, “you have no idea.” 

the two of you fell into silence, just staring at each other for a few long moments. it wasn’t a comfortable silence, it was one that hung in the air around you, a claustrophobic silence. there were words left unspoken between the two of you that poked their heads around the corner but never truly revealed itself, it left you wondering when it would snap, but it never did. the two of you stared at each other for what felt like lifetimes, you waiting for billie to do something, and billie simply savouring the feeling of having you in front of her again. 

finally, she spoke, her voice still holding that same raspiness—which alone could get you on your knees for her. “it’s pathetic that you’re here so fast, considering i ghosted you for a week. you’re just a desperate slut for me, aren’t you? not that you’d be good for anything else.”

the bluntness of her words sent a chill down your spine, this was exactly what you’d expected. why else would billie text you after a week of not talking, if not to use her favourite girl? 

billie continued talking before you could even get a word in, it was like she’d read your thoughts. she leaned closer, her lips brushing your ear as she spoke, “you know i could just call over any of my girls and they’d be here in a heartbeat, and they’d be exactly the same. pathetic, desperate, and begging.”

you raised an eyebrow at her words. you knew what she was doing, trying to wind you up, get you to act out. you had honestly intended to just be her good girl tonight because you were so tired, but you knew she adored it when you acted up. so you spoke with the bratty tone you knew she loved.

“sure you could. but none of them are here now, are they? you called me.” 

the brattiness, especially when she was in a mood like this, made her eyes light up. your brattiness was her favourite thing, she loved it when you gave her an excuse to be harsher and meaner than she was on a normal day. so, when you talked back to her, she lets out a dark laugh. “don’t fuckin’ test me, mama.” 

you let a soft scoff fall past your lips, “or what?” 

“you know i’ll put you in your place, i’ve done it before.” and then you realised, this was what set you apart. this was why you were her favourite. you weren’t afraid to act up, so she didn’t have to be afraid of taking it too far. she could push you, because you pushed her. “maybe you should. you want to blow off steam, don’t you?”

at your words, her lips twitched upwards into a slight, barely noticeable smirk. you knew she would be taking them as a challenge, “you’re gonna have to drop the bratty attitude eventually, mamas.”

“maybe you should make me.”

that was exactly what she wanted—she wanted you to keep going, keep winding her up. she wanted you to give her a reason to pin you down and tear you apart; and you gave her that reason with that simple suggestion.

she took your wrist in her hand, her grip almost painful as she tugged you behind her to her bedroom. the air felt different than it normally did when you were here, everything felt so tense. her entire body language screamed irritated, dominant. but it wasn’t the normal kind of dominance she normally exuded. billie always had this kind of casual dominance that just hung around her, her presence was just effortlessly assertive. this is different, she had a look in her eyes you hadn’t seen before—she was always mean, but this was her normal level of mean times ten. 

she was clearly in a whole new headspace, not one you were familiar with. this wasn’t just dominant, wasn’t just mean, no, it was something else. she wasn’t just a little stressed, she didn’t just have a little bit of frustration she needed to take out on you, this was worse. it was an almost animalistic kind of energy, one that’s so raw, so intense, you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk by the time she was finished with you.

she took one of the belts from her merch from her dresser, shoving you backwards onto the bed and tying your hands to the headboard. she tugged it slightly, making sure it was firm but not too tight. it sent a rush of excitement through you, and you knew she felt the same. 

“gonna use you, mamas,” you knew from those words that she was going to absolutely ruin you, and you could tell by the look in her eyes.

sure enough, no more than five minutes later, she had her strap deep inside of you and was pounding into you at a bruising pace. the strap was bigger than the one she usually used, and it made you ache with a constant stinging pain. she hadn’t given you any time to adjust, and had started as she meant to go on. you were naked and on her bed, with her on top of you, fucking into you at a brutal pace. your hands were still tied up with her belt and the ache it brought only amplified the pleasure. one of her hands had your hair in a firm grasp, solely to make you feel the sting of pain it brought. she wanted to bring you to tears. her other hand grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it before letting her hand fall down on your ass in a harsh slap. 

the intense pleasure of her cock inside you and her finger circling your clit was a perfect contrast to the pain her hands brought you, and a trail of moans fell from your lips. “b-billie-” 

a mean, almost cruel laugh left her lips, “god, you’re such a slut.” another slap landed on your ass, “it’s pathetic, really. i mean, i can ghost you for as long as i want,” another slap. “and you’re still at my door in five minutes as soon as i ask.” slap, “pathetic fuckin’ whore.” 

you whined, which simply made her laugh. in her own sadistic way, she was enjoying this. 

this continued for what felt like hours—maybe it was, you had no idea. every time you got slightly close to your orgasm, she’d pull out, tugging you away from the edge. by now, you had tears rolling down your cheeks, and the fine line between pleasure and pain was slowly but surely being crossed. 

“fuckin’ take it,” she breathed. “god, you look so dumb around my cock. all you’re good for, hm? spreading your legs and taking it like the slut you are?”

you whimpered, and she simply slapped your ass again. 

this continued for much longer, and she wasn’t even mad at you for being bratty, not in the slightest. she just needed an outlet for her bad mood, and that was what you were. merely a way for her to release her frustrations. 

you let out a choked sob, your body trembling, “billie, please, i can’t—” 

you knew she wasn’t doing this because she had anything against you, there had been something deeply wrong with her day. she had never been this downright cruel before, and you knew her well enough to know that she wouldn’t act like this without reason. but it was too much, and you weren’t sure how much more you could take. she hadn’t asked for your colour even once tonight, and that thought alone was putting you on edge. sure, her being rough turned you on, but right now it was scaring you just as much. this was darker than you’d experienced in all four months of your friends with benefits situation with her, and you weren’t sure if you liked it. 

you felt the strap hit your most sensitive spot, and you let out a sound that was a mix of a moan and a sob. “billie–” 

“like being used by me, yeah? taking everything i give you like a slut?”

you weren’t sure when you realised that you actually weren’t enjoying it anymore, but it was obvious all of a sudden. it hurt, and not in a good way. you were exhausted from both your day and the sheer amount of time she’d been edging you for. the way your arms had been tied to the bed for so long was making them ache painfully, and at some point down the line, your tears of pleasure had turned into tears of pain. 

you normally had the safety net of knowing that she was paying attention to your signals, knowing that she didn’t want to hurt you. but it didn’t even feel like she was aware of what she was doing, she was so caught up in herself and drowning out her own frustrations. you hated that lack of awareness, it was like she wouldn’t even notice if she actually hurt you. 

she looked like she was about to speak again, so before she could get out another degrading comment, you gasped out, “red, billie–”

whatever half formed sentence billie had been about to say died on her tongue, your gasped words making her freeze inside of you. her mind suddenly went silent, her frustrated thoughts about her day coming to a halt as she looked down at you with wide, almost scared eyes. you’d never actually used your safeword—obviously it was something that the two of you had communicated, but billie had never expected to actually go too far, to push you to that. she was meant to check in on your colours, and she felt an intense pang of guilt when she realised that she hadn’t done that. 

as she looked at you, noticing the tears and the exhausted expression, as well as the way your wrists were visibly sore from being tied for so long, she felt a sense of dread. she was overcome with shame and she didn’t know what to do about it. her breath caught in her throat as she processed what was going on.

“shit, i’m so sorry.” after a moment, she shook herself out of her paralysed shock, she would’ve pulled out immediately, but she was aware that that would just hurt you even more. so she leaned over, quickly untying the belt around your wrists and letting it fall to the ground beside the bed. she massaged your wrists gently for a moment, trying to soothe you. 

her hands moved over your tense muscles, trying to ease some of the soreness. she brushed some of your hair out of your eyes, her touch soft and cautious. “i-i’m so sorry, baby. i never wanted to push you that far.”

you knew that. you knew that she would never actually intend to hurt you, you knew that she wasn’t herself. you didn’t need her to over explain herself, you just needed her to hold you. the hand that had been pushing your hair out of your eyes moved to stroke your cheek, and you could see the intense guilt in her eyes. 

“i’m gonna pull out now, okay?” her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, eyes fixed on your face. 

you simply nodded, hissing slightly in pain as she gently pulled the strap out of you. billie felt her stomach twist at your obvious pain, knowing that she had done that. “i know, i’m so sorry.”

once she was out of you, she climbed off you and gently shifted you so you were sitting further up the bed, propped up on the pillows slightly. her mind was clearly racing with what she could do to help, “do you need anything? water, food, whatever?”

you shook your head softly. if your brain hadn’t been so exhausted, you probably would have thought more rationally about this. but you didn’t, and you didn’t once consider the limited affection in your dynamic. “can you just hold me?” 

billie didn’t hesitate, she just nodded instantly. “yeah, of course i can.” she joined you further up the bed, pulling you into her arms. she held you against her chest gently, her fingers soothingly running through your hair while her hand rubbed your back softly. 

you could hear her heartbeat, it was fast and a clear reminder of how stressed she was. you spoke softly, “it’s okay, seriously.”

but it wasn’t okay, not to billie. she had hurt you, she had pushed you too far, even when you were already clearly tired. she should’ve known better, and the guilt was weighing down from her and eating her up from the inside. not to mention she was terrified that this might be your last straw, that you might never want to see her again, that she might have broken your trust. wondering why she cared so much about her casual fling’s feelings was something that would have left her perplexed on any other day, but it was not currently at the forefront of her mind. “but–”

“it’s okay.” you said firmly, “i wouldn’t be asking you to hold me if i was uncomfortable around you.” 

those words seemed to ease billie’s nerves slightly, and she tightened her arms around you, holding you close. after a few minutes of this, she gently pulled you to sit in your lap, and you shifted so that your head was buried in the crook of her neck. you could feel her breathing on your skin, and you could feel her chest rising and falling with each breath. it was incredibly grounding, the feeling of just being close to her. ever so slowly, you felt your breathing calm and your heart rate slow down. 

at least an hour passed as you were just laying there in her arms, your breathing syncing with hers as her fingers ran through your hair. it was a foreign thing, for the two of you to be this close without sex, but it felt so right. it was like you were made to be in her arms, despite the situation that had brought you here. you could sense her guilt, and if you’d been a bit more aware of what was going on, you probably would’ve realised that there was something more behind that guilt—something deeper than just feeling bad for pushing you. but you were unaware, it wasn’t really what took place at the front of your mind. 

the room was filled with only the sound of both of you breathing, and your mind was taken over by the calming feeling of her playing with your hair. after a while, she broke the silence. “d’you wanna borrow something to wear?” 

you couldn’t deny that you liked the feeling of this skin to skin contact, but you also knew that it was a good idea. so you nodded quietly, and she delicately lifted you off her lap and set you down on the bed. she walked over and grabbed you an oversized t-shirt to wear, and she walked into the ensuite to grab a damp cloth. she came back over and gently wiped your thighs with the cloth, at this point you didn’t flinch too much because it had been so long. she held out the t-shirt, which you recognised as one she had worn at some point.

“arms up, darling.” that was a new pet name, but you didn’t comment. instead, you just lifted your arms and allowed her to slip the top over your head. it smelt like her, which somehow just added to the comfort. 

soon enough, she was back on the bed and you were back in her arms. she was laying down and you were laying with her, partly on top of her and partly just cuddled up to her side. this hadn’t happened before between the two of you, but you certainly weren’t complaining. her bed was comfortable, and her arms around you felt like a cocoon you never wanted to grow out of. 

gradually, your breathing started to slow as the exhaustion caught up on you, both from the recent events and your already tiring day. your head slumped onto her shoulder as a yawn fell from your lips, to which billie smiled softly. 

“do you want to stay the night?” 

that was not something you’d ever expected billie to say, but you hummed softly against her shoulder. “if that’s okay, yeah.”

you could’ve sworn you heard a sigh of relief from billie, “of course it’s okay, please stay. i want you to stay.” 

and so you did. you stayed that night, wrapped up in billie’s arms. it was so new, but it felt so right. that night had been an irreversible shift in your relationship, for both obvious reasons and more hidden ones. you knew that the two of you would have to talk about some stuff in the morning, and you knew you’d have to set some more boundaries. but you also felt closer to her than you ever had, somehow. 

little did you know, that night was just as  meaningful for billie as it was for you. she had had a revelation, one that she would likely keep to herself for a while, although there was no doubt you would find out eventually. 

but there was no doubt that billie wanted you to stay, longer than she’d ever thought.

[shaisuki]

some efforts

FEATURING. GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

CONTENT WARNINGS. mentions of past abuse.

NOTES. got sidetracked by requests and i didn't really put up with this chap. apologies. i swear i only update when someone asks if i'm still continuing this fic.

SYNOPSIS. the awaited date and some memories ruins it for you.

chapters one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve

the bistro was filled with numerous chatters. coming from patrons and customers alike. conversations over good food and the small laughter coming from them. surrounded by the warm glow of the lights like sun rays but more subdued. hitting the wooden interior with its soft light. creating a more laid-back atmosphere where everyone can wine and dine.

you were still on guard. geto sees how you scanned the room more than twice. avoiding eye contact at him and twiddling your fingers in the smallest of manner. he knows you were still wary of him. a bully or a former bully. it sets a bitter taste to his tongue. the knowledge of being one of your tormentors and realizing it later in life how he deeply regretted for hurting you.

he's not his former self anymore. he tells to himself. this date where you reluctantly accepted after many times of convincing you. saying that he'll make up all the years of the misery he caused. proving to you that he's no longer that person who causes you tears and pain but is it when he sees you. sitting across from each other with your gaze who couldn't even look at him and your withdrawn hands not making it nearer to where his rests.

“look at me.” there's tinge of authority in his voice but gentle when he spoke to you. it was like coaxing you to go outside of your box. “can't we unless talk?” rich coming from him who can make you say the filthiest of words while he used to torment you.

“i guess.” you briefly muttered. gathering every nerve to your body to look at him and you die a little bit inside how similar his eyes to his. a complete copy of him but you shake the thoughts. it was just you and him. “thank you for taking me out here.” your eyes briefly landing at the small frame pinned at the door.

a bit distracted and intimidated. gripping your cup filled with tea to prevent from squirming to much. it's not like everyday your former bully would invite least asks you for date. you were reluctant of course but geto is persistent to get what he wants and it earned you.

he picks good. the place didn't scream high-end or some posh place that their menus didn't have a price and the bill ending up as a month's worth of salary.

a ghost of a smile etched in his face at your response. there it is. what he has been waiting for. geto can't help but to admire you. the same round face that used to look at him. there's the softness in it and something new. perhaps determination? he can guess but nonetheless it isn't the time to guess what you're made of now. you've changed just like he is.

before any of you can continue, the waiter arrived with the food you both ordered. placing the plates in front of you and bids you both to have a nice meal.

you began to eat. taking a spoonful of the food and chewing softly. surprised that you managed to work an appetite despite how guarded you feel around him. “you and gojo fucked me up, literally and metaphorically.” you paused in between bites before continuing. “but you two never made me feel bad about eating. i'm kind of glad for that.”

shrugging as you placed your utensils down. taking sip of your beverage. your relationship with food was kind of rocky around in the edges. you never ate in public. afraid of the stares and judgement that strangers give to you when eating and never in front of someone. let alone as cruel as gojo and geto. surprisingly they never made you feel bad about it and encouraged you to eat with them when they're particularly in a good mood. often going as far hand feeding you.

you didn't beat around the bush and geto applauded you for that. it often got you in trouble when you talked back and defy them when you won't do a particular thing they want you to. they were such an asshole to you. “you look happy when you eat. simple gestures like that is hard to come by.”

pouring the creamer in his cup of coffee and adding two sugar cubes. geto stirs it with a spoon. he finds you looking at it. his large hand dwarfing the cup and it was like a teacup rather than a coffee cup.

“is it?” pausing and trying to sink in what he said. somehow your lips curved into a smile. it was rather a pained one. “and you, gojo would take pleasure in hurting me afterwards.” now, you killed the mood. the food gone bland in your mouth. feeling like your eating nails. the memories came flooding and it just made you ache in places. a phantom pain.

putting down your utensils down. your appetite's lost. everything's heavy now just like it was in the first time.

geto freezes at your words. it was like a punch in his gut. you were still stuck at that time but you never made it seem like it affected you and you were doing it just to make thing seems right. for his own comfort.

a pang of guilt hits in his chest. seeing you hung your head low and blinking back the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. he hears you mutter an apology.

he stands up. grabbing the back of his chair and placing it besides you. “hey, it's fine. it was never your fault.” he says, holding your cheek in his hand and forcing you to look at him. “it's been years, sugu. why does it still hurt?” you asked him. peering through your blurred vision of tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. you could have pushed him. recoiled at his touch and when you leaned in. giving up to his touch — you asked yourself why? and you understand it. why some people come back even though they were hurt by the same person and you weren't any different from them cause the best comfort will always come to the one who had hurt you the most.

a stray tear rolls down your cheek. suguru was quick to wipe it with his thumb gentle. cradling your face in his one hand. he looks at you and there wasn't any emotion shown in his face except for the conflicting emotions inside him. pain? guilt? and new emotions he never felt mixes with it and the more he stays with you, the more he feels all of it.

geto wasn't anything remorseful for what he had done. he and gojo had their fun playing around with you and what happened after that night — you disappearing without a trace and shoko's warnings that they shouldn't interfere with your life anymore despite the circumstances that you were working for both of them.

he did fucked you up and reduced you to this mess. the younger him would relish over it but seeing your tear-stained face. he felt worst. everything since you came back is forced. always driving you to a corner and if he really wants to build his relationship with you again. he have to change and he's willing to make it.

the weather's warm. with the slight breeze of wind sweeping throughout the park. the scent of the sakura blossoms wafts in the open air. after that little breakdown of yours earlier. geto decided that you need a breath of fresh air and the park is where he took you.

both of you remained silent. you in the most part. embarrassed at the sudden burst of emotions and thinking that you ruined the supposed date. “i'm sorry.” you softly muttered. glancing at the man besides you.

strands of his hair danced along the rhythm of the wind. he only hums. slowly inching his hands towards you. holding your hands in his. “don't apologize.” reveling in the softness of your hands in his and suguru's mind drifts for a minute. marveling at the sight of your hand in his. if things were just normal and he pursued you in a much kinder approach — is this how you two will be? except for the part where he's the reason why you suffered at his hands.

“i shouldn't have said that.” meeting his gaze and you suddenly felt bothered. “you were making it up to me and i ruined it.” blinking and biting your lower lip in guilt. you should have never brought it up.

geto sighs. he swipes his thumb in your knuckles. the gesture sweet and intimate with gentleness in their touch. “you didn't ruin it. i should thank you for accepting that date. it was pleasant to talk to you about things.....” his words trailed off. referring to what happened three years ago.

you only nod.

“can we start again?” your former bully eyes widened at your suggestion. “no talks of the past and all? just us two adults as friends?” and you have that effect on him. geto isn't easily swayed. it was the opposite he's the one that should be doing this and here you are.

there is no need to know what was his answer. it was a yes. without hesitation.

it was hard to tear his gaze off away from you. despite the earlier dilemma of your sudden outburst everything was going fine after that. you were just eating but why do you look so alluring. your cheeks puffing up in a manner while you ate.

“is something the matter, sugu?” pausing to glance at him and he reached to wipe the cream in the corner of your lip before licking it off with his tongue. your face burns in embarrassment at what he had done before looking away. clutching the hem of your sweater and ignoring the sudden rise of your heartbeat. face warming at the gesture.

geto chuckles at your reaction. his eyes narrowing and his pupils dilating. it is known that there is still the attraction lingering in your body after all the years you're away from them. too used to their touch that your own responds without the will coming from you.

it's going to be sweeter this time pursuing you.

gojo was running impatient.

he has been waiting all day. wondering what happened to the date suguru had scored with you and he did get the full detail of it. geto smirks triumphantly in front of him and gojo felt an annoyance towards him.

“she won't even glance at me, suguru.” he sighs exasperated. running his hand in his hair out of frustration.

“she knows you're in a committed relationship. you're engaged and to sayuri. don't compare (y/n) to your ex-flings and sayuri. she won't do anything that would jeopardize a relationship because of her.” geto explains. he knows all of it. girls didn't care about the others when they really liked someone and when he got the gist of you working under satoru. he quite abandoned the thought of other women. fully commiting to you. trying to get back to your life and make you his.

gojo scoffs. “what's your plan, suguru?” his blue eyes glinting behind his glasses. there's been change of plans. he's not going to woo you anymore. he's going to pursue you.

“nothing really.” he lied. “i know (y/n)'s going to give in to me. anytime if i played my cards right. you should know we're not the only men in her life. we don't know what really happened to her life the last three years.” he didn't lie on that part. geto knows someone in your life is trying to also pursue you. one that you owed deeply.

his friend remained silent. taking a long sigh before going back to his desk. he can hear the cogs running in his brain right now. he's out of it and he just can focus to you and only you. he didn't need to drag his ass to gojo even it was planned from the start that they would have you.

guess he's not sharing you to him.

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HOT AS HELL | Eddie Munson [pt. 4]

summary ⇝ Eddie can finally clear things up and make amends, but Jason Carver always has to be in the way, luckily for Eddie, you’re there just on time.

warnings ⇝ language, violence, kissing, smut! p in v, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, Switch!Eddie (if you squint), oral (F), palming, mirror sex, praising, whiny Eddie 🫢, mdni.

read previous part here!

Some shimmery, orange liquor sloshed around in your cup as you swayed and spun on the dance floor. The music was blaring, people were packed in like sardines on the dance floor, and everyone was drinking as much as they could get their hands on.

You had your eyes closed as you swayed along to the music. Everything felt good, the music, the alcohol, the adrenaline that came from parties like this, all of it was getting to you.

The plastic devil horns atop your head were crooked and your dress swished with your movements.You were in absolute bliss as you were dancing, the alcohol having hit your system a while ago and now having an effect on you.

Your mind was starting to get cloudy, and all you wanted to do was dance and drink some more.

And all Eddie could do was stare. This was you in your element, and far from his. You were magnetic, it wasn't surprising to Eddie that this is the girl who got all the guys, but that you wanted him was.

Eddie was sat against the wall, watching you from across the room. His stomach had done flips when he saw you walk into the party in that dress. You looked like sin, like a perfect representation of what it would feel like to go to hell.

Your dancing had picked up, the alcohol having definitely gotten to you now. You were giggling and laughing with your friends, your body swaying and moving to the beat of the music.

You could feel eyes on you, but even in your inebriated state you could tell who those eyes belonged too.

Eddie.

He was watching you.

He could see your smile falter as you looked at him, at how your arms almost dropped before you took another gulp of your drink and started dancing the night away. Eddie's heart thumped in his chest.

He was desperate to get up, get across the room and talk to you. Explain himself or apologise or just anything to get you to acknowledge him again, but he seemed frozen in place.

That's when Jason stumbled over, like an elephant in heels, drunk. "Yo, where's the good stuff?" Jason's voice bellowed out.

Eddie had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at Jason's stumbling form. "Good stuff?" He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. "What 'good stuff' do you want here, Carver?"

Jason frowned, before scoffing. "The only reason you're here is because, first, I let you, and second, I got told you'd bring weed."

Eddie leaned back against the wall more, an unimpressed look on his face. "I mean, I do," he said, keeping his cards close to his chest. "But you really think I'd give any to you, of all people?"

Jason smirked, though it was anything but friendly. "Alright, I won't fight you in my house, but watch your back."

Eddie's eye twitched at the threat. Jason just made himself more unlikeable by the second, it was practically in his blood.

But he wasn't going to let Jason rile him up, not here. "Are you threatening me, Carver?" He said calmly, his arms uncrossing

"I don't know, am I?" Jason's friends let out barks of laughter.

Eddie clenched his jaw, feeling his blood start to boil. Jason was deliberately egging him on now. He took a breath in, trying to calm himself down. "You're a prick, you know that?"

Jason was done, his mouth twisted downwards before his fingers gripped Eddie by the shoulders and aggressively shoved Eddie against the wall. "Fuck you say?" The wind nearly got knocked out of Eddie from where Jason had shoved him.

The music and people around them continued to buzz and move around, oblivious to what was going on and what was about to unfold.

Eddie bared his teeth at Jason, his hands balling up into fists at his sides. He wanted to punch Jason, he should punch Jason.

Jason's goons began to each have their turn, and if they weren't, the cheered the others on.

It started off just being shove after shove, each one getting more and more aggressive. Eddie's head was soon ringing from the amount of times it had been slammed against the wall.

Each one of Jason's friends had a turn at shoving him until eventually Jason was the only one left

He leaned in close to Eddie, a wicked look on his face. "Any last words, freak?"

Eddie struggled against the hold of the people behind him, the blood in his veins pumping, ready to fight and scream and do anything to get out of what was happening. He was about to swear and scream at Jason as loudly as he could when suddenly your voice cut through the noise.

"Jason, what the hell are you doing?"

Everyone froze, including Eddie, his gaze moving from Jason to you as you stood a few feet away from them.

He had never been more grateful to hear your voice.

You were standing just off to the side, your arms crossed over your chest and a look of anger on your face.

Jason, however, seemed taken by surprise by your sudden presence. He dropped his grip on Eddie, before straightening himself out. "This doesn't concern you." He told you.

But you weren't listening to him, you were only looking at Eddie.

He looked back at you, holding eye contact for a moment and silently pleading for you to keep helping. He let out a sharp exhale, his breathing still heavy and his body tense. You took a step closer, putting yourself in the middle of everything.

"It clearly does if you're shoving Eddie into a wall." Your voice was controlled, but still sharp and loud as you said this.

Jason's eyebrow twitched up in confusion, before he unfitted Eddie's jacket and turned solely to you. "So you concerned for the freak?"

Eddie let out a scoff beside you, rolling his eyes at the comment from Jason.

You ignored him, still looking at Jason with a fire in your eyes. "Why were you beating him up, Jason?"

Jason's mouth gaped open for a moment, shocked from you asking him such a question. "You're taking his side over mine?" He asked, disbelief clear in his voice as he looked at you.

You were getting fed up now. Jason wasn't answering the question, he was just avoiding it. Typical. "Answer me." You said firmly.

Jason was practically reeling now, taken aback by your persistence. "He deserved it, alright?" He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You're a fucking piece of work," you scoffed before pushing past him, and grabbing Eddie by his wrist. "Come on."

Eddie stumbled along, his body still sore from being shoved against the wall and punched but he was grateful to get away from Jason and the rest of his goons.

He still couldn't believe you'd come and stood up for him, helped him even.

You dragged him to a bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind him. "What the hell was that? Your face is all busted."

Eddie leaned against the bathroom sink, breathing still heavy. He let out a forced laugh, a small smirk appearing on his face. "What, that? Just a regular day for me, sweetheart."

You gave him a look while you eyed the blood on his teeth. "This is the second time l've had to help your ass."

His smirk widened. "I'm starting to think all I need to get you to talk to me is to get my ass kicked." He said jokingly, his heart still racing from what had happened.

You sighed, before grabbing a dry wash cloth. You turned to the sink and dampened it.

A part of Eddie still couldn't believe you were here with him, after avoiding him all week and practically ignoring his existence.

You turned to him, silently, before pressing the cloth on his upper lip, letting the washcloth absorb some of his blood.

Eddie let out a slight whimper as the cloth connected with his lip. It stung slightly, his lip must have been split from all the punching.

He was still so tempted to reach out and touch you instead of this wash cloth, his fingers twitching at his sides.

Eddie stood there silently as you cleaned up the blood on his face. His heart was racing, his mind reeling and his body practically begging to touch you, to take you in his arms.

But he didn't. He stood there and stayed silent, watching you work.

Once enough of his blood was gently wiped away, you turned the cloth over and wet it again, before pressing it on the mark above his eyebrow.

He let out a sharp exhale through his nose, his eyes following your every movement. He was desperate to keep his cool, he desperately tried to stay calm.

You were so close to him, he could feel you breathe and smell your perfume again, it was driving him wild.

"Okay," you sighed. "I think you're fine now."

Eddie felt his heart drop when you said that. He didn't want you to stop, he wanted you to continue running that washcloth over his skin, touching him, holding his face.

He just wanted to be the subject of your touches again, especially now.

The washcloth was lowered, you were done cleaning him up.

He was silently begging for you to keep touching him, please god keep touching him, but all he was met with was your gaze, and neither of you said anything at all. You were only looking at each other, the bathroom being quiet except for the muffled music from the party outside.

You took him in, how his eyes were a lighter, honey brown if in the light, how his hair is now a bit more unruly, begging for you to run your hand through it. He was beautiful in ways that you couldn't admit.

Eddie's heart thumped in his chest as he returned your gaze. He was staring so intensely at you, his eyes wandering down your face and body, taking in your appearance.

You were practically stunning to him, hell, to anyone with eyes.

The way the dress fit your body and hugged you in all the right places, the way your hair was styled, your makeup that accentuated your features, and even the pointy, red horns sat on top your head, it all drove him mad.

"Eddie...?" Your voice was almost a whisper as you spoke, feeling the fronts of your shoes meet his.

He swallowed, the sound of you saying his name sending a shiver down his spine.

He could feel your body so close to his, the tips of your shoes meeting his own, it was so close to being too much for him but he was too lost in you to care. He could barely think, let alone answer.

But he let out a weak, "Yeah?"

You took in a long breath. "Please kiss me."

Those words sounded like music to his ears.

His eyes widened for just a moment, processing what you had said, before he quickly composed himself.

Without hesitation, he surged forward and captured your lips in a kiss, and a copper, metallic taste entered your mouth. His hands went straight to your waist, pushing you against the bathroom counter.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you let your arms fall around his neck, and allowing yourself to get lost in him.

You needed this as much as he did.

His lips were frantic as he kissed you, like he was starved of your touch.

Eddie had missed this so much, being able to hold you like this, even if he got to experience it only once. His lips began to move desperately against your own, his grip on your waist getting tighter and tighter.

A low moan escaped his lips as your fingers tugged and played with his hair, the feeling driving him wild. You let out a sigh into the kiss when you felt his thick rings dig into your waist, not hating the feeling.

He desperately tried to get even closer to you, closing any space between you, his tongue poking against your tongue desperately.

You felt him bend at the knees slightly, taking this as a sign to jump, allowing for him to drop you onto the counter. Eddie's heart skipped a beat when your legs wrapped around him like this, pulling his body flush against yours.

He leaned in even closer, his lips travelling over your face and down your neck, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive spots.

You gasped, craning your head to give him more access to your neck. A moan tangled up in your throat when Eddie found that one sweet spot.

He continued to kiss and nibble on that one specific spot, his hands going to rub up and down your thighs.

The music blared and the ground gently shook with the bass notes.

His hips were beginning to slowly move with the rhythm, his body completely pushed up against yours.

One of his hands crept up higher, beginning to fiddle with the hem of your dress. His hand was still fiddling with the hem of your dress, his mouth still on your neck, kissing and nibbling, but he paused.

In a low voice, he muttered, "Can I...?"

"Please." You begged, whined. The tone of your voice sent a thrill through him, hearing you like that.

His fingers began to edge your dress higher, slowly revealing more and more of your bare thighs to his touch. The edge of your dress was now pushed up, his hand resting on the bare area of your thigh.

He was completely entranced, the feeling of your bare skin against his touch sent waves of heat through his body.

The room was getting warmer as he continued to kiss and suck on your neck.

His hand was still slowly trailing up your bare thigh, his fingers leaving a trail of fire wherever they went.

You wanted to stay in this moment forever, but you knew time wasn't on your side, so you hastily grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand between your legs, letting him feel your soaked underwear.

His breathing quickened, his body feeling like there was a livewire running through him. He pressed his palm flat against your mound, trying to keep from losing control right there.

"Oh god..." He groaned, his head dropping so the side of his face was now up against your neck. You could feel his fingers twitch against you, eager, so very eager to touch you further.

You nudged your hips against his palm and whined, "Touch me, Eds."

A rush of heat shot through his body at the sound of your voice, begging him, wanting him.

He couldn't resist, not anymore.

His hand began to move, his nimble fingers gently rubbing against you, up and down, circling in all the right places.

Eddie’s lips continued to kiss along your neck, his breathing getting heavier as he did so.

His calloused fingers pressed against your underwear, but it wasn't enough, at least, not for him. Eddie's fingertips moved to the side before he pulled your panties to the side, his ringed brushed against your folds as he did.

Eddie had to move his head back, breaking the kiss with a gasp, he had to see you.

You gasped as soon as you felt his fingers against your folds, no longer blocked by your panties.

Eddie's face was a picture as he looked down, his fingers gently rubbing and circling against you.

He could feel himself growing harder with each second passing. "Fuck..." He groaned, unable

He was struggling to form sentences now, every thought in his brain was consumed with how you felt against him, how you sounded, it was almost too much to handle.

"You're so pretty." He said hoarsely, his hips bucking lightly, into the air, out of instinct.

A grin split on your kiss-bruised, lipstick smudged lips as you looked at him through your hooded eyes. "You think so?"

Seeing you look at him like that, seeing how ruined you looked already did something to him.

"I'm positive, sweetheart," he managed to choke out, still rubbing and circling against you with his fingers. His head dropped back down against your neck, he was practically incapable of holding himself back anymore from you. "Need to taste you." He said against your skin, his breath hot against you.

"We don't have much time." You sulked, hips jerking when his finger went over that one extra sensitive nerve.

He chuckled breathlessly against your neck, his fingers continuing their constant pattern against you, trying to get as many little gasps and moans as he could.

"I'll just have to be quick then, sweetheart." He told you, his voice low and gruff against you.

You nodded, watching him step back, his dark eyes watched your arousal in awe, unable to believe one of his wishes were coming true. He wet his lips, before he fell onto his knees.

Your eyes followed him, his body now between your legs. He stared at you like you were a meal set down in front of him, already salivating at the thought of what he was going to do.

And when his eyes looked up at you, for approval, you swore you were looking down at an angel. It was ironic, how you—dressed as the devil, stared down at the angel.

You bent forward so that your hand moved to cradle his jaw. "You sure you'll be okay with your lip all busted?"

Eddie leaned into your touch, his eyes closing as he relished in the feeling of your skin against his. His head was already swimming in a haze of lust, too far gone to even care at this point.

"The only thing I'm worried about right now is tasting you." He said confidently, his eyes opening to meet yours again.

His fingers fanned out over your thighs before he dipped his head forward. At first, you flinched as his hairs ticked your inner thighs before a gasp fell from your lips when his tongue planed out over your folds.

A low rumble sounded in his throat when he finally, finally, tasted you after almost a week of waiting.

His tongue swiped over you, slow and firm, wanting to savor every second of this. He closed his eyes to focus on you, on how you tasted, on how you felt against his tongue

He began to speed up with his tongue, determined to get more sounds from you, more of those gasps and moans that he loved so much.

Eddie squeezed your thighs as he worked, his lips and tongue moving in perfect unison

He could feel the way your body trembled against his touch, how you twitched and squeezed as he continued to taste and tease you. It was all pushing him further, the sound of you alone was driving him wild.

Your fingers were in his hair, weaving into his coils of brown, pushing him deeper into you while he threw your legs over his shoulders. A moan vibrated against your skin at the feeling of you pulling his hair, the pressure spurring him on further.

He pushed further between your legs, burying his face against you as he continued to taste and lick you. His own thighs were clenching hard at the sound of your gasps and moans, the little whimpers that escaped your mouth, it was almost too much.

"Oh, Eddie. Right there." You mewled when his tongue swirled inside you. You gazed down at him, seeing his nose peer out before disappearing, feeling it bump your swollen clit.

Eddie kept his tongue right where it was, determined to keep you making those sweet sounds, not even daring to move to where you needed him most. He wanted to keep you on the edge, making you crave more and more.

His tongue was working quickly, lapping and licking up every bit of you that he could reach. He pulled you as close as he could, wanting to feel your thighs wrapped tight around his head as he continued to taste you. He couldn't get enough of you, desperate to get even more of you

He pulled back just for a moment to gasp for breath, looking up at you with wild eyes.

Eddie's voice was hoarse when he spoke, "You look so pretty when l've got my tongue in you, sweetheart."

Your stomach ruptured, and you gave him a shy smile. "You look pretty when your tongue’s in me." You moved one hand away from his head and clasped it around his fingers on your right thigh.

He chuckled softly, his face and lips glistening from being between your legs. He interlocked his fingers with yours as he looked up at you with darkened eyes, wanting you so desperately. "That the only place you think my tongue looks good?"

You flushed. "You know that's not what I meant," you groaned. "Your tongue looks great...anywhere, and you look pretty all the time."

He grinned at your reaction, the redness in your cheeks sending another wave of heat through him.

He slowly, very slowly, rose back up to his feet. Even then, he still had you held against the counter, his body held flush against yours. "All the time?" He repeated, his voice low. "You really think I'm always pretty?"

"Yes." You leant forward to capture his lips, tasting your arousal on them and happily licking it off.

You didn't miss the way Eddie 'oh-so-casually' slipped one of his chunky rings off-the giant skull one with fangs, the one he kept on his ring finger— and slid it onto your ring finger before he grasped your waist, pulling you into his and groaning when he felt you bare against the tent in his jeans, warm and weeping through the fabric.

His lips parted almost immediately as soon as your tongue met his, allowing you to taste yourself against his tongue.

Eddie let out another deep moan as he felt you rubbing against him, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave marks.

His head was spinning at the feeling of you grinding against him, his body slowly moving in time with you. It was almost too much and yet he wanted even more.

He was all too eager, his hands quickly moved off you and found his thick, studded belt, before hastily undoing the buckle.

He was a frenzy of movement in those brief few moments, tugging and yanking at his belt, his fingers fumbling slightly with the buckle.

His jeans felt too tight, too painful against him, the only thing on his mind was the need to feel more of you.

In an instant, his pants were off, leaving him in his patterned underwear, that was black with small designs of devil inspired prints.

And when you looked down, you had to swallow, it was always the more reserved ones that carried an impressive length, and you could see that now. He was standing over you, his legs bracketing yours, left in his boxers that were now sporting a sizeable bulge.

He was watching you intently, seeing the way your eyes roamed over his body and down to his boxers, seeing the hunger in your eyes.

His eyes were darkened, his skin beginning to glisten with a thin sheen of sheen, the air around him becoming thick with tension.

Your hand latched and squeezed him through the fabric.

"Fuck." The word came out in a hiss, his head tilting back as a shudder wracked his body at your touch. He let out a shaky breath, having to steady himself because of how weak you were making him from the simple touch.

His body was aching for you, his mind completely focused on wanting to feel more of you.

"Talk to me, Eds. I like the sound of your voice." You told him softly, feeling him twitch in your palm.

His breathing was eradicated as he tried to think, barely able to form a coherent thought with the way your palm was against him, gripping him.

He managed to let out a huff, his eyes opening slightly to look down at you again. "It's hard to...to talk when you're..."

He didn't even try to finish the sentence, one of his hands coming down to firmly grip your hip, his fingers digging in.

"When I'm what? You don't wanna talk to me?" You feigned a pout while you squeezed him harder, grinning like the cheshire cat when you felt a blotch of wetness grow in your palm.

A strangled choking sound escaped him as he felt you squeeze him even more, his hips bucking ever so slightly. His breathing was getting heavier, his grip on your hip became stronger as he tried to keep from losing control.

He wanted to say something, anything to you, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out, only a soft, whiny moan that sounded desperate even to his own ears.

"Hmm, so you don't want to talk, I guess I'll have to stop."

The whine that escaped his mouth as you said that was almost pitiful to hear, it was the sound a dog makes when their bone gets taken away.

In an instant, his hand was on your wrist, stopping you from moving as he looked down at you.

"No, please, don't..." He pleaded, his voice hoarse. His face was a mixture of frustration and pure yearning.

He was desperate for you, and you knew it.

His body was pressed against yours as he held your hand, the heat from his skin almost burning you. He was all but pleading with you, his eyes almost desperate.

He was close to losing control, his mind becoming completely consumed by you and your touch. All he could think about was how his body was aching for you, to feel you, to be closer to you.

"Then let me hear you."

A shiver ran down his spine at the sound of your voice, he let out a shaky breath before nodding.

"Okay," he whimpered, his own voice was still slightly hoarse. "Just...please, don't stop." He whined, giving you a pleading look, his dark eyes begging you.

You shrugged, wriggling your fingers against his boner. With your other hand, you pried his hand off yours before moving yours up and pushing his hair out of his face. "My sweet Eds," you cooed. "Tell me what you're thinking, what you're feeling."

The gentle touch of your hand against his hair had his eyes fluttering, a shiver running through his body at your touch.

He let out a slow shaky breath, trying to focus his thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence and answer your question.

"I...I can't think about anything other than you," he admitted, his voice wavering. "You're all I want to think about...all I can think about."

Your eyes softened as you continued to palm him, feeling yourself clench around nothing at the poor sight in front of you. "Yeah?"

His eyes closed as he felt your hand against him again, a stifled moan slipping from his lips before he spoke again, trying to keep his breathing steady.

He nodded, opening his eyes again to look into yours. "I've wanted you for so... for so long...so goddamn long."

His pupils were blown, and his eyes were glazed over. "And now you have me." You told him.

Eddie nodded again, his hands moving to grip your hips again, pulling your body as close to his as possible. His breathing became quicker, his eyelids fluttering at your words, feeling himself becoming a complete mess under your touch.

His voice was low and strained when he spoke, "I need you...I need you so badly."

"What do you need, baby? What do you need me to do?"

He groaned again, his mind becoming even more consumed by you as he heard that pet name fall from your lips.He couldn't think straight, his words coming out in a rushed, low tone. "I need to feel more, I need to be closer to you. Please?”

"And how do you suppose we fix that problem?" Your head tipped to the side, devil horns tipping to, while Eddie was almost falling into you, your hand relentlessly grinding against him.

A strangled sound escaped him at your question, his hips bucking slightly involuntarily. His eyes were hazy, completely consumed by you and the feeling of your palm against him.

He let out a shaky breath, and through gritted teeth, he managed to speak. "I need—I need to be inside you."

You nodded, agreeing with his statement. You moved your hand up before hooking it onto the waistband of his underwear and pulling it down, exposing him, hard, throbbing, and begging for you.

He was beautiful, he had an impressive girth and a length that had your salivating. A flush pink tip that lead to vines of veins and a surprisingly trimmed bush.

Your breath hitched as you looked down at him, seeing how hard he was for you, how he was already leaking from just your touch alone. The sight of him like this was almost too much, the knowledge that it was you that had him in this wrecked state caused an ache of desire to run through you.

Eddie felt too hot under your gaze and quickly removed his shirt, exposing the few tattoos he had to you.

He was almost feverish as he looked down at you again, desperate to be closer to you. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in every little detail and memorizing every little thing.

His body was hot and flushed, his breathing fast and heavy. He needed you, wanted you more than anything right now.

His eyes then flickered to behind you, at the mirror then at the sink. "Won't you be uncomfortable on this?" He asked you.

You followed his gaze over your shoulder, seeing the mirror behind you. Then you looked back at him, seeing the idea on his face. You hummed in agreement, the surface under you wasn't the most comfortable.

Your thighs were already a little numb from being sat against it for so long.

"Come here, sweetheart. I'll hold you." He took a step back and opened his arms.

You gave him a small smile before sliding off the counter, a shiver running down your spine when your legs protested at the movement. Carelessly, you threw yourself at him, feeling his cock press against your tummy while you kissed him once more.

Eddie caught you easily in his arms, keeping you close to him as he returned the kiss. His lips moved against yours, needy and desperate. His body ached for you, craving your touch and your presence.

His fingers found the zipper of your dress, before tugging it out, releasing you from its confines. Eddie shouldn't have been surprised you chose not to sport a bra, yet he was.

His eyes fell down to your bare breasts when your dress slipped from your body, a shudder running through his entire body at the sight.

He was completely enraptured by your body, drinking in every inch of you. A low, guttural moan rumbled in his chest as his eyes roamed across your torso. His hands came up to your body, his fingertips brushing along your skin, exploring your bare flesh slowly, caressing you softly. He touched you as if you were something to be worshipped and admired, as if you were priceless.

He let out another shuddering breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "God, you're beautiful."

His hands were moving, slowly going to your sides, roaming over your hips. He was relishing in the feel of finally being this close to you, skin against skin.

His lips moved from your mouth down to your neck, trailing wet kisses against your skin, biting and sucking, wanting to mark you, to claim you as his.

Eddie’s hands were restless, unable to stay in one place as they continued to roam across your body slowly, as if mapping you out.

He was leaving a trail of lovebites down your neck, wanting to claim you in any way he could. His body was aching, aching for you.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned your body around.

His body pressed flush against your back as he turned you around, his lips still against your skin, reluctant to leave your body but knowing what he wanted to do next.

He continued to kiss and nip at your skin, marking you wherever he could as he slowly guided you forward towards the mirror.

Even though Eddie crumbled under your touch, he still has some control. His hand pressed between your shoulder blades and pushed you forwards, having you arch into him.

Every movement he made was slow and deliberate, controlling your body as he wanted. Eddie moved his body against yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible, his hands gripping firmly on your hips.

"Please? Please fuck me, Eds?" Your voice choked out, you were barely one to beg, but Eddie had that effect on you. His hands tightened on your hips at the sound of your voice, a growl of satisfaction escaping him. His body shuddered at how you called out to him, begging him for what you wanted.

"I will, baby. I'll give you everything." He leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, as he nuzzled into your neck, his mouth against your ear.

Your eyes met his through the mirror while he kissed your shoulder.

The sight of the two of you in the mirror fueled his desire even more, seeing all of you pressed up against him, exposed to him.

Eddie continued to kiss your shoulder, working his way up to your ear, his hands holding you firmly in place. He knew he had you at his complete mercy, and it only made him want you more.

You gasped when you felt his leaky tip nudge at your dripping folds, unconsciously spreading your legs further apart.

Your reaction caused him to let out a low growl, his hands gripping you even tighter as if to hold himself back.

Eddie was trying to control himself, trying to take it slow, but the feel of your body against his was almost too much.

He nipped at your ear before he spoke, his voice rough and low, "You're so wet, just for me," his breathing was heavy, his chest expanding and contracting against your back as he tried to keep control. Feeling you move against him, trying to get a better position, just made him want to lose himself, to take you right then and there. "You want this?" Eddie asked you, his voice a deep rumble against your ear.

You nodded, eyes on him in the mirror.

"Use your words, baby. I need to hear it from you," Eddie murmured against your ear, his body pressing even closer against yours, trapping you against the cold surface of the mirror and his hot body. "You wanted me to speak but baby can't do it herself."

You let out a breath. "Please, Eddie? I want you so bad. I need to feel you in me."

His resolve broke a split second after your words. He couldn't deny you when you were like this, begging him, needing him, wanting him.

Eddie let out a shaky breath, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he muttered, "I've got you…I've got you, sweets."

Your lips drew together when you felt his tip press at your puckering entrance, brow quivering when he began to push in.

Eddie was going slow, his hands gripping you tightly, his breathing coming out in quick, hot puffs against your skin as he inched further and further in.

Feeling you around him was almost too much; he could barely form a thought. It was all you, all he could think about was how damn good you felt, how perfect you were. He was completely consumed by you.

Eddie let out another low moan, his body shaking from the effort it took to hold back. He wanted to give you a moment to adjust to him, to take in the feeling.

His hands were trembling against your skin, his breathing heavy as he nuzzled against your neck, "You're so goddamn perfect," he rasped, "You're taking me so well, sweetheart."

Your eyes fluttered closed as he pushed in further, the feeling of him filling you so completely, so perfectly.

Your hands found the mirror and dug into the cold surface, trying to find something to anchor yourself to as you were overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you.

You could hardly think, hardly breathe.

All you could focus on was the way he felt, and the sounds of his heavy, stilted breath in your ear, "So beautiful."

His ring on your left hand felt heavy, yet it had never felt so right. Your thighs clenched together when he pulled out before shoving himself back in, a moan tumbling from your lips. All you could do was moan, your body trembling as he moved inside you.

Eddie filled you completely, every movement sending waves of pleasure through your body. You couldn't get enough of him, you wanted more, you needed more.

You pushed back against him, craving more contact, more friction. Your legs were shaking, your mind a haze as you gasped, "Ed—Eddie."

"I know, sweet girl." Eddie whispered while he kissed dark marks into your skin.

His lips moved from your ear to your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses along your skin. He was marking you, claiming you as his, leaving behind a reminder of who you belonged to.

Eddie's body was pressed firmly against yours, keeping you trapped against the mirror, taking you exactly how he wanted. He wanted to see every reaction, to feel every single move your body made.

He stood up, so he couldn't properly fuck you (though to him it was more). His eyes landed on yours in the mirror, before his hips snapped back into yours, sending you pummelling into the glass.

His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled back, leaving you feeling suddenly empty for a brief moment before he thrusted back into you, hard. Eddie wanted you to feel him in every way possible, he needed you to know how much he wanted, how much he craved you.

The sight in the mirror was enough alone to drive him wild, seeing your bodies intertwined together like this

He continued to move against you, his eyes watching your face from over your shoulder, gauging each change in expression, every gasp and moan that left your lips. He looked at the sight of the two of you in the mirror- he was completely entranced.

"You look so beautiful like this, baby," he mused, his voice low and rough, "So perfect for me."

His hands slid up from your hips to your sides, his touch hot and possessive against you. Eddie continued to move inside you, his body pressed against you so close that you couldn't move much, even if you tried. You gasped in response, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You were completely lost in him, in the feeling of him inside you, around you.

You wanted him closer, you needed more of him.

You leaned up on your toes, your fingers wrapping around the counter's edge before you moved back against him, grinding and taking him deeper.

Eddie let out a guttural moan as you moved back against him, taking him in deeper than before. His body trembled with the effort to control himself. He was losing himself in you, his need for you overpowering his restraint.

His hands held onto you tightly, keeping you as close as possible, "You're gonna drive me crazy, sweetheart."

You managed to give him a small grin through the mirror as you rocked back into him, feeling a warmth grow in your lower belly.

Eddie tightened his grip on you, his breath hot against your skin as he spoke, "You're so damn beautiful, so goddamn perfect."

He could feel you clenching around him, the building of pleasure between you both. His mind was a haze of lust and need, his body moving against yours as he tried to hold

Eddie could feel himself getting close, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. "Baby—," he gasped, his voice low and rough, "I'm getting close, I don't—I don't know if I can hold back."

His hands were tight on your hips, his body moving against yours with a frenzied pace, his breath hot against your skin. He needed release,

Eddie was so close, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. "Baby, please?" He gasped, his voice strained and needy, “Please? I can't hold back any longer."

He was completely lost in you, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through his body. All he could think about was how good you felt, how to let go.

His touch sent a shiver through your body, and a low moan escaped his lips.

Eddie was right on the edge, and your words just pushed him further.

"Please, I-I need to, I need to—." He was struggling to form coherent thoughts, his mind overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him.

Your ability to stand began to weaken, having a cock pummel in and out of you while having your clit passionately flicked was doing a number on you. "You-You can cum, Eddie baby. Need to f-feel you."

Your words were like a switch, pushing him over the edge. A sharp groan escaped his lips as he let go, his body shuddering against you. He buried his face into your neck, biting down on the sensitive skin as he came hard, his body shaking from the intensity of his release.

Eddie tried to form words, tried to speak, but all he could manage was a breathless moan of your name, "Baby...baby, oh my, fuck!" You felt him spill deep inside you, the feeling had you mewling out.

It was enough to knock you over the edge.

He felt you clench around him, and it sent another shiver through his body. He held you close to him, supporting your weight as you quivered against him.

Eddie let out a content sigh as he nuzzled into your neck, "You're so goddamn perfect, baby. So damn perfect for me. Please cum, cum for me?" He wanted to feel you come undone, to feel you lose yourself in the pleasure he was giving you. Eddie continued to press kisses against your neck, his arms holding you tight, "I want to feel you, sweetheart. I need to.”

Eddie was overwhelmed by you, in awe of how you could affect him so deeply, so completely. He loved how you surrendered yourself to him, how you let him take control. It was like an addiction, and he wanted more

Your eyes rolled back, and you arched away from his chest before you orgasmed, like a dam wall collapsing, your toes curled and your throat was raw, the alice band on your head was almost falling off.

Eddie held you through it, his arms tight around you, his body pressed against yours. He could feel the waves of pleasure coursing through you, ripple through him as well.

He let out a shaky sigh, completely undone by you. He held you close, whispering praises in your ear, "So beautiful, so good. You're so good for me, sweetheart. You did really fucking well."

Your body went limp in his hold, as you leant into his touch.

Eddie held you against him, he fixed your alice band before his hands were running soothingly over your skin, tracing gentle patterns against your body. He nuzzled into your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke, "I've got you, baby. I've got you."

He held you close, his chest rising and falling slowly against your back as he tried to catch his breath, still in awe of the intense pleasure you'd both just experienced.

Eddie held you there for a while, at it suddenly came all rushing back. You felt the bass from the music downstairs resonate against your feet, and the yelling and cheers of people.

The sounds from downstairs began to pull you out of the content, blissful state you were in, reminding you of the world beyond the bathroom, beyond this intimate moment you shared with Eddie.

The harsh reality of the party was a stark contrast to the tenderness of your time together.

With a long, heavy sigh. You pulled your dress up, and flattened it while Eddie pulled his pants up.

Eddie watched you, a sense of melancholy in his gaze as you both re-adjusted your clothing, trying to make yourselves presentable again. He ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to tame it back to some level of 'normal'.

Quite content, you turned around to face Eddie before throwing your arms around his neck and embracing him. "That was..." You dreamily sighed.

He chuckled softly, returning your embrace tightly, his arms wrapping around your waist. He buried his face in your neck, nuzzling against your skin,

"That was... something else. You drive me crazy, you know that?"

You grinned up at him, feeling his nose nudge yours when a loud knock and voice intruder your moment.

"Are you two done fucking? I need to piss!"

Eddie groaned, his head dropping to rest against your shoulder. "Of course," he muttered, sounding annoyed, yet still holding onto you tightly. "Of course someone's got to ruin the moment."

You grumbled something in return before taking a step back and to the door, before throwing it open.

Your eyes, your eyes now red with anger, landed on Caity Stewart, in some terribly cheap costume that was supposed to be some animal. "Run the fuck away before I gag you with yogurt, again." You huffed.

Caity's eyes widened like a deer in headlights, and a flicker of fear crossed her features when she realized who was standing in front of her.

She took a shaky step back, her voice tremulous as she protested, "I just need to use the bathroom!"

"Go piss in a fucking bush." You snarled.

Caity's face turned beet red. Humiliation and anger flared in her eyes, but you could see the fear still there, like a tiny ember ready to flare at any moment.

"You-You can't just—!" She protested, but stumbled over her words, clearly intimidated by the harshness in your tone.

"Three..."

Caity trembled under your glare, her earlier confidence gone. She looked like a cornered animal, trapped and scared. You could see her mind racing, trying to figure an escape route, but finding none.

She took another step away from you, holding up her hands in surrender. "I—'ll just... go." She stuttered, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Two!"

Caity's eyes widened further as your countdown ticked down. She took another step back, her back hitting the wall of the hallway now, nowhere else to run.

She swallowed hard, her voice quivering as she pleaded, "Please, just let me—!"

"O—." You were about to yell when you felt a force tug you on your wrist, sending you backwards and into Eddie's chest.

"Nope! We've had enough fights tonight. Uh, Caity, I do however suggest you run along, I can't hold her back forever, sorry!"

Caity didn't need to be told twice. She took the out Eddie offered and ran, her footsteps disappearing down the stairs. Eddie's arms wrapped around you, holding you against his chest as he chuckled, "You would think she'd learn by now not to piss you off."

You sighed, spinning in his grip. "Ah well, those who fail to learn from history...and so on."

He chuckled softly, his hands resting on your hips as he gazed down at you. "You really did scare the piss out of her, you know that?"

You gave him a look. "Don't tell me the bitch pissed herself."

He chuckled, the mental image clearly amusing to him. "No, no, she didn't piss herself. But—," he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, "I did see a spot on the front of her costume."

You snorted, thwacking his chest. "You're evil."

He feigned pain, dramatically clutching his chest where you'd thwacked him.

"Me? Evil?" He retorted, grinning. "That's rich coming from the girl who just scared someone shitless."

"Okay, touché."

He laughed, his arms wrapping around your waist again, pulling you closer to him. "You're fierce, baby, you know that? It's kind of hot, watching you scare the piss outta Caity."

You raised an eyebrow. "So that's why you weren't afraid of me? 'Cause you found me hot?"

He chuckled, his fingers gently fiddling with the horns on your head. "Oh no, babe. I was scared shitless of you.” He grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

He looked down at you, his gaze playful.

"But yeah, you're hot as hell when you're pissed off. Can you blame me? Uh, seriously speaking," he said, his voice dropping lower, "I'm still wary of your wrath. But I can't help but find it," he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, "Arousing."

You clicked your tongue. "I'm still sore, partner. Rain check?"

Eddie chuckled as he pulled back, a lopsided grin on his lips. "Can't blame a man for trying," he said, placing a light kiss on your forehead. He took a step back, still holding onto your hand, and glanced down the hallway. "Come on, we better get back downstairs before we get any more unwanted interruptions."

He lead you downstairs, fingers loosely holding onto yours and somehow going unseen by everyone there.

Though he couldn't help but feel anxious at school the next week, not that he was embarrassed of you, but he knew what some people would think.

Eddie had a feeling some of his friends at school would think him crazy. Hell, they might not even believe that he had you - that you were his. They might mock him, taunt him, or even accuse him of making it all up.

But deep down, he knew none of that mattered. He had you, and to him, that was all that counted. He squeezed your hand gently, the small gesture his silent reassurance.

So, he took a deep breath in, and this time tightly gripped your hand as you walked through the thick doors at school. Eddie gave everyone bashful smiles while no one dared to look at you the wrong way.

You felt the eyes of your peers on you, some with curiosity, others with envy, others with disdain. It was the same faces you'd seen day after day in school, but today they seemed more... judgemental.

But at your side was Eddie, and his presence alone was enough to keep them in line. His grip on your hand was tight, a silent declaration to the world that you were his.

Jason stopped you, of course he did. "So you actually did it? You fucked the freak. How'd it feel to finally lose your virginity, freak?"

Eddie had anticipated some backlash from his peers, but the audacity of Jason's comment still caught him off guard.

He bristled, trying to keep his composure even as anger flared in his eyes. "Watch your mouth, Carver." He warned, his voice a low growl.

You hummed, agreeing with Eddie.

"You're just upset because he didn't lay there limp, it's okay though, maybe one day you'll make the big leagues and make a woman cum." You shot Jason a snarky grin before pushing past him, dragging Eddie along

Jason's face turned red, his expression a mix of embarrassment and anger. He stuttered for a moment, surprised by your boldness, before regaining his composure.

Eddie couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter as he followed you, clearly amused by your quip. "Damn, babe," he chuckled, "You definitely know how to knock someone down a peg."

You leaned into his embrace. "No one gets to talk shit about you, you hear?"

Eddie's arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He smiled at your declaration, his heart swelling with affection for you.

"You're too good to me, you know that?" He said, placing a gentle kiss on your temple.

Lunch was awkward that day, you and Eddie stood side by side, holding your trays, not knowing where to sit, who to sit with.

Eddie cast a cautious glance around the lunchroom, sizing up the different cliques and groups. He wasn't sure where to sit, where the two of you would fit in.

He fidgeted with the rings on his fingers, the familiar nervous habit kicking in as he weighed the options. He could feel the stares from the other students, studying the both of you like a zoo exhibit.

You looked at your friends, Darcy and Margret both eyeing you, wanting you with them, while Eddie looked upon his group, Dustin, Gareth, Mike and Jeff all looking at him, wanting him to sit with them.

The looks from your friends were imploring, while the gazes from his buddies were pleading. The air was thick with tension, like everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what choice the two of you would make.

Eddie swallowed hard, his hand clenching around his tray as he looked from his friends back to you. He didn't know what to do, didn't know who to choose.

You clicked your tongue, before grabbing Eddie by a belt loop and pulling him with you, to your table.

He stumbled after you, his tray nearly tipping over in surprise as you dragged him to your table. Eyes followed the both of you, watching the spectacle play out.

The table you sat at was occupied by your friends, each of them watching as you sat down, pulling Eddie to sit beside you. Tension lingered in the air, thick and palpable.

Margret shifted uncomfortably, not with Eddie, but with the lingering secret she had sitting on the other side of the room, while Darcy was indifferent.

Jason and his friends gawked while Chrissy silently cheered you on.

Eddie could feel the weight of everyone's gazes, but he tried to ignore it, focusing his attention on you. He fidgeted with the rings on his hands, feeling more out of place by the minute.

He glanced across the cafeteria, catching sight of Jason and his group glaring at him. He could tell they weren't happy, probably mocking and jeering at the sight of him sitting with you.

Your eyes shot to Jason. "Get lost."

Jason scowled, clearly not expecting your sharp retort. The cocky expression on his face faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, shooting back a cocky smirk. "Just surprised is all. Surprised you'd actually want the company of a freak like Munson."

"Get lost, Carver. You can go sit with the chess club or something, I don't care, just fuck off." You spat.

Jason scoffed, looking offended at the jab aimed at him and his friends. "We're more useful to this school than he'll ever be," he shot back, gesturing to Eddie. "You've got to be an idiot to think he's worth your time, he's a washed-up, drug dealer loser."

You didn't need to think twice, grabbing a handful of your spaghetti (props to the lunch lady) and hurled it at Jason. "Fuck off."

The spaghetti hit Jason square in the face, a messy splat of sauce and pasta clinging to his skin and shirt. He recoiled, a mix of shock and anger on his face as the cafeteria erupted in gasp and murmurs.

Jason's friends sat with eyes wide, jaws nearly on the floor as they watched the scene unfold. They looked stunned, unsure how to react.

Your eyes flicked to them. "You boys want a taste?" You asked, picking up your pudding cup next. The boys looked back at you, their expressions a mix of shock and uncertainty. None of them seemed eager to be hit with pudding, but they were too stunned to say anything.

Jason, however, was furious, wiping away the spaghetti mess on his face. "You are unbelievable." He seethed, his face red with anger and sauce.

"What was that? You want a meatball shoved down your jugular?" You almost growled.

Jason's eyes widened in alarm, his bravado faltering for a moment. Clearly, he hadn't anticipated that level of hostility from you.

He stood up, his hands raised in surrender. "You're insane," he retorted, moving away slowly. "Completely nuts."

"Oh, and you want carrot sticks up your ass?!"

The cafeteria let out a collective gasp, some of them giggling as they watched the heated exchange. Eddie stifled a laugh of his own, clearly enjoying the show.

Jason's face turned a shade of red that seemed almost unnatural. "You—!" He sputtered, trying and failing to come up with a retort.

"I think you should move along, Carver." Eddie said through a grin which he tried to hide behind his hair.

Jason was seething, his face still tomato red. For a moment, it looked like he might try to argue back, but the sight of both you and Eddie, along with the entire cafeteria watching them, made him back down.

He huffed, his eyes shooting daggers in your direction as he turned and stalked away, his friends trailing behind him.

You sighed, grabbing a serviette and wiping your hand. "Eddie, baby. Sit down, I'm coming back." You told him.

He nodded, still grinning broadly, clearly both surprised and entertained by your confrontation with Jason.

He sat down, still trying to hide his grin behind his bangs, watching as you began to walk off.

You weren't dumb, and you of course knew everything. It pained you that your best friend didn't tell you, but you were happy for her.

You walked over to Eddie's now old table, and went around to Gareth. "Clyde? James? You."

The boy looked up at you in surprise, unsure of what to expect after the scene you'd just caused. Gareth's eyes widened, and wouldn't tell you that you got his name wrong, again!

"Uh, yeah? What's up?" Gareth asked, a hint of trepidation in his voice.

"Come. There's a seat open next to Margie," you gave him no time to reply before you turned to the rest of the boys. "I may not like all of you, still, and some of you may not like me," you eyed Dustin who hadn't said anything. "But, since I am dating your dearest friend, and I'm not a complete bitch, there are open seats at my table if you'd like to join, I know Eddie would be highly appreciative."

The boys exchanged glances, surprised by your invitation. They were still reeling from your confrontation with Jason, and now here you were, offering them a seat at your table.

Gareth spoke first, standing up with a small smirk. "Think Munson would hate our guts if we didn't join you." He said, picking up his tray.

The rest of the boys followed suit, some a bit hesitant, others curious about your unexpected gesture.

You gave him a small smile before you turned back around and walked back to your table, happily plopping down next to Eddie.

Eddie watched as the boys approached the table, a hint of surprise still flickering in his eyes. He looked at you, a little dumbfounded.

"Did you just... invite them to sit with us?" He asked, his voice tinged with shock and amusement.

You took his hand. "Yep, I don't want you to hate your life sitting here, baby." His expression softened, a small smile playing on his lips.

Eddie squeezed your hand appreciatively. "You're something else, you know that?"

The boys settled around the table, their eyes darting between you and Eddie, stilli trying to wrap their heads around the whole situation.

As the boys settled in, conversations started to flow more naturally. Eddie kept his arm around you, his thumb tracing circles on your shoulder.

The cafeteria, which moments before had been on the brink of chaos, now felt a bit more relaxed.

The lunch period passed quickly, the conversations at the table flowing smoothly. The tension that had hung in the air when you had invited the boys to sit had almost completely faded, replaced by a sense of familiarity and acceptance.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, you looked over at Eddie. He leaned in, a lopsided grin on his lips, and whispered in your ear, "Who knew lunch could be so damn entertaining when you're around, princess?"

You turned to him. "I thought I was like, the devil or something?"

Eddie chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, you're most definitely the devil," he agreed, placing a gentle kiss on your temple. "But the kind of devil a man doesn't mind going to hell for."

And everything in that moment felt right, and Eddie knew, he just knew, that this was gonna be his year.

a.n: just wanted to say a quick thanks to everyone who liked and reblogged this super mini series (which was supposed to be one post) !! love you lots <3

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TRENCH COAT

Character: Remy 'Gambit' Lebeau x male reader

Plot: What happens in vegas stays in vegas.

Warnings: Smut, Top Remy, Bottom male reader, Mentions of riding, Mentions of rogue, hair pulling, vibrating hands (idk honestly, i think i saw it in a tweet once.) Dick size gets mentioned and there is alot of teasing, kinda actually has a plot. (I think that's it, I wrote his accent like mine is and how people around me sound, i tried to even add extra twang hopefully its good!!)

The bathroom door pushes open and Remy's snores come to a halt as the light shined across his face, He groans and rub his face. He leans up on his elbows and squints his eyes, His face quickly heats up when his eyes focus on the man in the doorway.

His eyes dart up and down at the clothes you were wearing-- You were only wearing two pieces of clothes but the sight of them was making everything on him go warm.

You were wearing those tight white boxers that Rogue had got you as a gag gift for valentines and a trenchcoat- his trenchcoat. It looked perfect on you, It fit you wonderfully, Not too big or too small.

His mouth dried up as his lips stretched into a grin, His eyes faltered for a second on the marks on your collarbones, "Somethin' 'bout you wearing my coat gives me a mighty big feelin' of possessiveness, cher." His eyes finally go back up to your face.

You shook your head and rubbed your eyes, You had just grabbed the first thing you saw to cover yourself to go piss.

When you got closer to the bed, Remy hooked his fingers into the pockets on the side of the coat and tugged you forward till your knees hit the mattress. "Lemme cuddle for a bit." He wanted you against him, He already felt cold even though he had two thick blankets covering him. He wanted your legs between his and your hands in his hair, He wanted you all over him.

When the blankets were lifted, You crawled under the covers. Your legs naturally found Remy's legs and you threw one of your legs around his waist, He was warm. You felt his hand slip under the trenchcoat and laid flatly against your side, His fingers lightly tracing up and down. It felt nice, He felt nice against you.

Remy buried his face into your hair, He kissed your head before leaning back and cupping your jaw to stare at you, "Good mornin'," He grinned, "I feel like I got hit by that motorcycle of yers, Did ya really ride me that hard last night?" He leans down and kisses your forehead.

You laughed and pushed his face away, "Don't be so vulgar."

He leaned into your hand and kissed your palm, "Ain't vulgar if it's true," He kept eye contact with you, He knew eye contact made you squirm. "Besides, Gambit's only askin' a question."

He smirked when he watched you turn your head away from him, His hand that was under the trench coat dragged his fingers down till they grazed the waistband of your boxers. His smirk grew when he felt your hips move up against his fingers. "You usually wear more clothes than just gambits coats an' those tightey whiteys you call boxers."

"They aren't that tight." You mumbled, You felt the flush crawl up your neck and your heart was beating fast and the teasing fingertips dipping in and out of your waistband didn't help.

"They are tight," He hooked the waistband with his index finger, "Don't see why you feel the need to wear 'em so small. You tryin' to show off?"

Remy slipped his index out of the waistband and instead traced your obvious bulge, He felt you twitch under his fingertips, "They're almost indecent." He swallowed, He just wanted to take them off you and make you feel so good. You looked so pretty laying beside him, He could feel your fingers tracing his collarbones and it just made a shiver go down his spine and his own cock pushed against his boxers. "Might as well not even be there."

You wrapped your hand around his wrist-- God, He wants that hand to be wrapped around something else. Fucking your hand would be enough as long as you look up at him with those pretty eyes and talk to him and he'd be set. He just needed you. It has never mattered what way, He'd have you any way you'd let him.

A groan left you and your hand tightened around his wrist, You wanted to jut your hips against his hand for any friction, But you knew as soon you did that he'd pull his hand away. He was a bastard. "It's just the brand Rogue got."

Remy scoffs, He stares down at you and you squeeze his wrist tighter, He laughs softly, "They basically are see-through," He takes his free hand and drags it down your chest, "Can see more comin' out of these than out of those damn shorts on yer suit. Don't take that as complainin' 'cause I ain't."

"You aren't supposed to look at me doing missions."

"And you're not supposed to be fightin' in something so damn small," He murmured, "Can see yer everything, There ain't much left to the imagination."

He moved his free hand down your chest and cupped you, "You expectin' me to ignore a view like that when I know I'm the only one who's allowed to see it?"

Your breath hitched and your grip loosened on his wrist, "and rogue."

He squeezed you, Just to hear the small gasps, "Don't know how the hell she resists you sometimes." He grumbled, He watched as a small wet spot formed on the front of your boxers. He rubbed your tip through the fabric and your hips jutted up against him. He smirked and stopped moving his thumb.

Your hips jutted upwards again, You groaned when he pulled his hand fully away, "She has this nice thing called restraint and control."

Remy chuckles, He moved so he was positioned in between your legs and leaned over you to kiss you on your collarbone and up your neck. "I don't have an ounce of restraint or control, 'specially when it comes to you two, cher."

You leaned your head back and hummed, Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his lips against your skin, "You need to work on that."

He smiled against your skin, His hands grabbed at your sides, "It'd be a boring life if Gambit was on his best behaviour all the time."

A laugh escaped you when his stubble brushed against your jaw, "You drool when we stand close together and if we're in our suits, You melt."

The sound of your laugh made him grin, He closed his eyes and he just wanted to soak all of you in, He was smitten. "I'm only human, darlin', ain't got the same self-discipline as you." He kissed your jaw, He wanted to make you laugh again. "I oughta just start wearin' a bib."

"Besides," He murmured against your skin, His hand drifting back downwards, "I'm still holdin' up pretty well, All things considered."

Remy kissed every spot on your neck that he had missed last night, He grazed his teeth against your collarbone. He watched as you leaned your head back to give him more room.

"Are you?" Your voice was quiet and your eyes were closed, You were just focusing on him.

"You've currently got my hand in ya underwear," He squeezed against you and a gasp left you, The feeling shooting up your spine and your cock pushed more against his fingers. "My hard on pressin' against ya ass as we speak ... so, yes, I'd say I'm doing pretty well."

You grab onto his shoulders, Your fingers dig into the flesh and you spread your legs to wrap around his waist, You could feel him through his own underwear and it just made you want to whine. But you didn't want to fuel his ego, You physical had to swallow it down.

He grabbed onto your thigh, His fingers couldn't fully wrap around the flesh but just the sight of his slender fingers made you feel empty. "Vous allez me tuer, cher."

You felt yourself twitch, Fuck, You needed him and he obviously needed you.

You grab onto his hair and pull him to your face, "Get the lube," You whispered. "It's in my bedside table."

The response he gave you was a shaky breath as he leaned forward, which just made him push his dick more up against you. He grabbed your jaw and kissed you, It was sloppy. You could hear him fumbling in the drawer with his hand.

You tighten your hand in his hair, It was soft in between your fingers. You tugged the strands to make his head turn and give you more control in the messy kiss.

"Merde-" Remy groaned, He pulled back from the kiss and he was gasping for air. He glanced over to the bedside drawer and he wrapped his hand around the bottle. A shiver ran down his body and straight to his cock when he felt your lips against his jaw. He fumbled with the cap, But he just couldn't focus on opening the damn bottle. "Ya gonna have to let me sit up."

You kissed along his jaw line and whispered, "Just focus." You guided his head to turn the other way, You wanted to kiss every inch of him. You felt him shiver against you and gasp as you kept kissing his neck. Your fingers wrap around his jaw to keep his face still.

"Hard to do that when you keep doin' that." He grumbled, He's got the cap inbetween his teeth now and he's trying to pull it off.

"Condoms." You just remembered that those were needed, You blinked and leaned back and your hand trailed down from his jaw to his collar bone. You felt his throat move as he swallowed. "The large should be in the drawer."

Remy looked towards the drawer, The lube tube hanging from his mouth like a dog toy. You could see lube dripping down his chin from where his teeth pierced the plastic. He grabbed the condoms, Your hand still in his hair and you pulled him back towards you with it.

"Y'know," Remy pulled the lube from his mouth with one hand and the other hand had the whole box of condoms. "Gambit thinks ya got a kink for usin' ol' remy's hair as a damn leash."

"Works doesn't it?"

Remy lets the condoms box fall beside them, A few of them spilled out onto the sheets, "Can't argue with that," He gave your thigh a hard squeeze, "Just might have to return the favor, cher."

You raised a brow and brought your thumb to his chin and wipe off the lube that had dripped onto the skin, "You're just a mess," You mumble, "Is this shit even edible?"

His shoulders lifted then fell and his head dipped a inch to lick the lube off the tip and he tilted his head in mock thought, "It tastes like cherry," He nibbled on your thumb with a grin and he kept his red eyes on your own. "So it must be, no?"

You can't help the laugh that climbs out of your throat, Your lips stretched into a grin, "Give it here," You moved your hand away from his teeth, "Best make sure you won't fall over and die on me."

"I aint gonna die from some cheap lube," He huffed, But he tossed it onto your chest.

You flip the box, "Lucks on your side," You looked back at him, "Its a water based formula."

"Now," Remy smirked, "Let's get back to business, shall we, mon cher?" He placed his hands on each side of your head and leaned down to kiss you, He wanted to part your lips with his tongue, He wanted to taste you so fucking badly but he pulled back a few inches to whisper, "Top or bottom?"

You almost wanted to laugh, but you pursed your lips and answered, "You grabbed your condoms, So ill just bottom."

He immediately dipped his head and kissed your neck, He felt your adams apple move as you swallowed and he felt each breath you took, god, He could die doing this. "Just lemme-" He grabbed the lube and pulled his glove off with his teeth, He left his glove on once while jacking you off and it took forever to get the stains out. "just lemme finish preparin' and i'll give ya exactly what ya need."

He grabbed the underside of you knees and pulled them apart, "Merde," He swallowed as he stared at you with hunger in his pretty eyes, He added a ton of lube on two of his fingers and he dipped his hand in between your thighs. "So pretty." He whispered as he slipped a finger in, He watched as you turned your head away and covered your mouth with the palm of your hand.

Remy tsked, "Cher, We're going to have a word about all that noise that ain't being made." He leaned forward and snatched your hand away before curling his finger inside of you, His fingertip searching for that bundle of nerves.

"Fuck--"

"There it is!" He laughed, He nipped at the inside of your thigh, "Ya get too quiet sometimes."

"You talk too much," You grumble and your hips dug down and took more of his slender finger inside, "and don't do alot."

"You- We both know," He slid another finger in, "that's a damn lie."

He kissed on your thigh, "Don't go forgetting who makes sure ya don't walk normal for days after our little meetups, cher."

"Bit cocky," You gasped as you closed your eyes and you began to fuck yourself on the two fingers.

Remy's fingers move and he pushes against that bundle and then stops just to push everywhere around that spot, "When i'm right, I'm right." He grazed your thigh with his teeth, "You'll be the one walking funny, not gambit."

Your back lifted off the sheets as he taunted you with not pushing that bundle of nerves again, Your hips moved downwards trying to make him brush against it, Your dick was aching and you knew it was weeping precum at this point, You felt it dripping down the side.

Remy pulled out and wiped his fingers on the sheets as he grabbed one of the condoms with his other hand, "Taking that as a compliment," He grinned and he ran a hand through his hair and out of his face, "Though," He pulled the wrapper off, "your about to be able to tell how hot you are and how damn good remy is in--" He slipped the condom on and smirked as he looked down at you, "in thirty seconds or so."

He leaned forward and grabbed a pillow, "Iift up f'me," He shoved the pillow under your hips when you lifted them.

You wrapped your leg around his hip and the other found its place on his shoulder, His hands found their place on your knees again, He swallowed and looked up at the ceiling, "Careful," He looked back down, "Might just take this as you wanting it rough, mon cher."

He slowly pushed his hips forward and he felt you swallowing him whole and with a groan and after one pause he was fully in, His head dipped down and he murmured something in french that your ears couldn't catch.

Your hands climbed their way up his neck and back into his hair as your back lifted up and your mouth opened with a groan.

"Ya hellbent on destroying those perfectly styled tresses of mine, aint ya, cher?" He slipped out a few inches before pushing back in, His eyes rolled back in his head at the warm feeling of you around him.

Your hands pull his face down towards your own as your teeth dug into your bottom lip, He shook his head as he looked down at you, "No, no," He poked your cheek with his thumb, "youre gonna keep makin' those damn sweet sounds--"

Your lips met his and he gasped when your teeth sunk into his bottom lip, His hips jutted forward at the sting. You pulled back and he blinked, "oh." He leaned back down to get your lips against his again.

"faster," You murmur as your hand pushed at the back of his head to push him closer to you, You felt him twitch inside of you as he moved a hand down to your thigh, That gave you a wonderful idea. The leg around remy's hip pushed against the small of the red haired's back to push him deeper inside of you.

"Merde--" Remy whines, His lips brush against your chin as his head ducked down to stare at the place you two connect at. He moved his hips in a familiar pace, His hand tightened around your thigh as he tried to ground himself. You were just so warm and good and that fucking mouth of yours, jesus, you were going to kill him. "If ya aint good."

You kissed his forehead and his head shot up which gave you the perfect angle to kiss his jaw, which you gladly did. You placed sloppy kisses all over the flesh.

"Darlin'" His hips move quicker and his voice gets more whiny.

"hm?" Your kisses stop as you get closer to his ear. His dick drug pass that spot and your eyes fluttered as you moaned, Your fingers nails dug into scalp as you started to move your hips to met his and his head dipped down to bury itself against your neck, He kissed your skin, which made your turn your head to give him more room.

Your leg around his waist pushed against his back again which this time made him lurch forward and his stomach brushed against your abandoned cock, That made the feeling in your stomach get worse and your cock weeped even more. You opened your mouth to ask remy to touch you but all that came out was more moans.

"I aint gonna last another goddamn minute if you keep this up," His thrust grows faster and then it stops immediately. A whine escapes your throat as remy gasps for breath above you, "I gotta change the damn position, cher."

He kissed your neck and leaned back up, He looked down at you, He moved his thumb to hook inside of your mouth, "Don't worry," He murmured as he moved his thumb around your mouth covering it in spit, "You won't be empty for too long."

Your brows furrowed for a second but before you could even process a question he pulled out and rolled over so he was laying down beside you, His thumb slipped out of your mouth, now both your holes were empty, how annoying.

Remy pats his thigh, "Come on, darlin'," He beckoned you with a curl of his index finger, "Ride me."

"Not even a please?" You whispered. Not that he needed to beg, you would gladly ride him all night long if he so wished.

"Ya know damn well the please is heavily implied." He grumbled, He moved his hands to his side as you climbed onto him. His hands went back to your hips.

"You gonna be good f'me, mon cher?" He leaned back onto the pillows and up at you.

"I feel like that question might be more for you then me," You grabbed his cock in your hand and slipped it back in, It was such a wonderful feeling and your head fell back as you sighed and your eyes closed as you soaked up the feeling of remy becoming one with you.

"Ha, You're real funny," His nails dug into your skin, "How's the view? You enjoying it?"

You tilted your head as you stared down at him, He did look beautiful, his red hair was spewed across the pillowcase and his cheeks were a dusted pink, You could see the marks you left on his chest and neck the night before. You moved your hand to lay flat against his chest and you felt each breath he took as his chest lifted and fell, god, he was so pretty. You could just bite him.

You began moving up and down, His body arched and his neck was bared to you, Something overcame you and your fingers wrapped around his throat as you went faster.

"You really are going to kill me, cher," He whined, His hips began moving up to met you in the middle. It had you groaning and squeezing tighter around his neck.

The sound of flesh hitting each other bounced off the walls and the room was filled with the sounds of both of you groaning and moaning each other's praises.

"A damn kiss would be good f'me right now," Remy moaned, His hips went faster to met your slower movements that made your head swim. "Come on, be a good boy and kiss ya man."

You nodded, he felt so deep inside you, so fucking good. You leaned down to give him a quick peck.

His hips started to go faster, Which made you moan and your back arched, your fingers dug into his shoulders. Your eyelids closed and your mouth opened to let out all the noises that climbed up your throat.

"Mmmmf-" Remy groaned, He pulls you down faster on his cock, you felt so good and warm and there was that squeeze you did ever few seconds that just made him--

You felt the condom swell inside of you and your brows furrowed and you gasped for air, "Did you just...?" you questioned him as his hips slowed down.

His head fell back against the pillows with a groan, "Yeah," He closed his eyes as he took deep breaths and you watched his chest go up and down quite quickly, "I have a damn good excuse, cher."

"Yeah?" Your own cock was still abandoned and weeping as it brushed against the abs in front of you and each brush made your hips lift, You wanted to paint remy's skin in you.

"Shaddup," He swatted your side, "I swear im not this quick, usually."

You nodded and leaned down to place your hands by his head as you started to lift your hips again to chase your own release.

"Oh--" He whined. He stares up at you, his eyes scan every inch of you and he couldn't help but admire you. The small shine that decorated your skin from the lamp on the bedside, Every thing about your body was perfect to him and he wanted to kiss all of it.

"Keep going?"

"Hell yeah," He nodded, "I aint nowhere done with ya, cher." He moves his hand down to grab your weeping cock, His thumb rubbed against the tip. You immediately reacted and thrusted up into his hand you moaned, The feeling of finally being touched was amazing. Your head was feeling light and that knot in your stomach tightened as you fucked his hand.

"Ya just love gambit's hand on ya," His hand squeezed the base of your cock and he slowed down his hips to match the pace of his hand.

You were being drowned in pleasure, You couldn't decide if you wanted to fuck yourself on his dick or fuck his hand, Both felt so good, everything felt so fucking good. You whined and thrusted in his hand, your tip brushed against his stomach and fucking hell--

Your back arched as you grabbed onto his shoulders, He was so deep inside of you and his hand was warm and squeezed you every few seconds, sweet jesus, this man was amazing.

"Not so gentle tonight," He smirked up at you, "are we, mon cher?" His breath hitched at the nails digging into his skin, it was definitely going to leave crescent shapes.

You blinked as his words met your ears and you leaned down to kiss on his collarbones for a silent apology.

"You're not sorry," He laughed, His hand tightened and slowly dragged themselves from the base to the tip.

You kissed the crescent shapes and looked up at him with eyes that you knew made him melt inside and his knees into noodles. Your mind swam at the feeling of his hand, You tried to focus but all you wanted to do was fuck his hand.

"Ya gonna apologize to every mark you'd made," He questioned, His free hand drug its nails against your scalp and through the strands. He watched as you nodded.

"Damn good manners," He looked down and watched you fuck his hand and the way your mouth opened, He wouldn't be surprised if you started drooling. The idea of you doing something that pathetic made him flush, He would have to see if that would be something you'd find hot. "Gambit likes those manners."

You head tilted to the side and laid against his chest, You moaned as your hips kept fucking his hand. Your head was swimming and you only had one thought, like a dog in heat. All you could do was fuck and whimper.

"Ya close, darlin'?" He loosened his hand on your cock, "I know that whimper ya get every time ya get close."

Your hips faltered but he picked up your slack, Your eyes rolled back into your head. "Shit." You whined.

"Ah-ah," He chided, "language."

Your head struggled to process the words because if you did process them you wouldve made a comment about how he uses that language as well, But you couldn't process shit as his hips started to move again with the same fast pace as his hand. Your legs were starting to burn as you moved up and down, you were slowing down now.

You whined when you felt his hands start to vibrate, It was a weird sensation and something that you didn't even know he could do. You looked down to see his hands growing that familiar pink hue that comes from his powers, "When did you learn you could do that?" The vibrations were rushing up your spine and it made you want to release even more, You were getting closer to the edge now and his thumb-- vibrating thumb at that was pushing against your tip and smearing your precum all over your cock, "Ah- fuck- remy-"

"Ya say that like i wasn't doing all sorts of fun with my powers since the beginning." Remy laughs, He drags his thumb down from the tip and down the underside of your cock all the way to your balls, which he cupped in his palm. He tilts his head and watches every little emotion that crosses your face, His eyes dart all over your body watching every reaction that your body makes, like you were his own personal experiment.

Your head fell back and your hips dug down, All your thoughts were mush, You couldn't even think properly right now, All you think about was his cock and his hands and those beautiful eyes of his that seemed to be glued to you.

"Ya like that, don't ya?" His hand moved to wrap itself back around your length and it moved down to the base and sat there, "Ya getting close, cher?"

You nodded, The knot in your stomach was getting tighter and you wanted to unloosen it, You leaned down and buried your face in his shoulders and your mouth opened to bury your teeth in his flesh.

"Gonna make a mess on gambit's chest?" He groaned at the feeling and his hips were starting to falter again.

Your let go of his flesh and turned your head to be buried in his neck instead, "sweet jesus." you whined.

"That a prayer, cher?" He moved his other hand to grasp your balls, "Gonna keep moaning f'me like a pretty little thing?" His hand started to vibrate around your balls as your eyes rolled back into your head, "Make me feel like the lucky one here, cher."

Your teeth sunk back into him as you finally came, The feeling made your head feel fuzzy and your body relaxed into his, God, that felt good.

"ah-ah," He chided, "Watch those damn fangs." His hand grabbed onto your locks and pulled you back, He glanced down at his shoulder and he was sure he could count all your teeth in the mark, "Damn, cher, gonna have a mark for a week."

"Sorry," You swallowed, Your eyes blinked slowly as you stared at him. You felt so good, right now.

"Better be," He smiled at you, He released your hair and patted your cheek, "damn sharp teeth ya got there."

You lifted your hips a little to slip him out and flopped onto the pillows beside him.

"Tired, darlin'?" He leaned up and grabbed a handful of tissues off the bedside, he leaned back on his thighs and began wiping your stomach clean before doing himself.

"What are we gonna tell charles and erik?" The fact that you two weren't supposed to be together this night came rushing back to your mind ruining every good feeling you just had.

"Nothin'?" Remy laughed awkwardly, "We're grown ass adults-" He pulled the condom off his cock and cleaned himself off fully, "They don't need to know."

"I know that," You grumble, You watched every move he made.

"Ya think they're suspicious we're bangin'?" He teased, He tossed the used condom and tissue into the bin beside the bed. He laid down on the pillow beside you.

"Erik will probably think you're corrupting me," You teased.

"Erik has called me worse, cher," He grabbed his cigarette off the bedside and fumbled with the lighter, He took a deep breath once he finally got it lit.

You stared at his lips that were wrapped around the end of the cig, "What time is the flight tomorrow?"

"bout noon," He held the cigarette out for you to take a drag. You shook your head, you didn't want to smoke right now. He brought it back to his lips, "Ya gonna stay up all night?"

"no."

His free hand ran its way through your hair, "Gambit isn't gonna let ya sit here and worry all night about the professor and that metalhead."

You laughed, "Metal head."

"They'll say their piece, We'll tell em a lie, then we'll go back to bangin'" He blew some smoke up towards your face, Which in response you lightly shoved his face away. "Rude."

"Goodnight, remy," You patted his chest before rolling over onto your side and closing your eyes, You tried to ignore as your boss -- erik -- face flicked into your head.

"Night, cher."

Now it was just a waiting game, It was time to see who would leave first. It always happened the same way: one of you would wake up first and leave without waking the other. The one who left would always make sure to leave a stack of cash on the bedside to cover all expenses.

It was just a question on who would it be this time?

[itsnothingofinterest]

Well I'm sorry you feel that way but this is the impression the story of MHA gave me in it's final arc. Not through ignoring themes or events, but through scrutinizing them thoroughly.

To start off with All Might's independence, you say he normally worked solo and the big operation for the last day of his work isn't indicative of the other 40 years; but the thing is, working solo is actually normal for most heroes (unless they're on a team of heroes like the WWPC). See Kamui Woods & Mt. Lady competing over handling the purse snatcher from chapter 1 as an example of normal hero operation. They only really work together with non-sidekicks for big operations, and even non-League-based operations like the Overhaul raid can pull top heroes like Ryukyu & Fatgum. And when the Kamino raid is the only real big operation we see during All Might's tenure at all (unless you count the USJ rescue, which also played out just like Deku's experience in the final arc), I don't see a reason to assume it was atypical of All Might.

The reason society felt to nearly fall apart with All Might's retirement wasn't because he worked solo all the time; it was because he was so many miles better than the next best guy that he became the basis for the heroes reputation; so his departure sowed doubt in their credibility.

~

As for Deku getting non-hero help; the help from civilians amounted to first aid kits & shirts and stuff. Things civilians were largely already willing to part with to help heroes even before society collapsed; see the old lady insisting Bakugou take some food right before Shigaraki woke up in Jaku. This is really not the radical change it's presented as. Past that, they just stayed on the sidelines waiting for the fight to be over and then helped clean up, same as ever with the last Symbol.

And as for the villains who helped him; well one was already a former hero, 2 others were a minor offenders asked to help catch much worse criminals, which is pretty standard law enforcement behaviour, and Stain. That's just 4 villains helping; 4 total people helping the heroes in ways not expected of them. And there's no big sign that greater society noticed their contribution anyway; Stain in particular felt forgotten after he died.

(Also, it was a whole plot point no help arrived from elsewhere in the world at all for the final battle. Least of all in a way that affect's public perception.)

So my problem persists that I don't understand why this battle against/beatdown of the big bad villain is supposed to be so different & special from the perspective of the masses.

~

Next, as for Deku trying to find a non-lethal resolution, well I guess it might depend on your definition of "lethal" but:

The evidence does suggest Deku wanted to "break them both"; that he was intending for Tomura to wind up in the same state AFO was in at the time, and he certainly wasn't looking to save that guy.

And as for the being obvious to everyone who witnessed it...how do you figure that? Deku barely had any dialogue spoken aloud to Shigaraki to begin with in the final fight, and most of that was for the portion when he was on his own and no one else could hear him. It's not like his actions could speak for him either, he was just throwing punches the whole time. Counting only after everyone arrived, he basically just recounted what happened to Aizawa, got his arms healed, and started charging AFO to deliver a one-hit-kill-punch while everyone told him to do his best because he's the only one who can deliver a meaningful hit. It's been a while since I reread the whole arc, but I don't remember Deku ever telling anyone he intended to save Tomura anyway besides the vestiges & All Might, and he only talked about it for us to see with the latter after Tomura died.

What part of that series of events makes you think anyone but Deku & AM was in on any intention of saving Shigaraki? When did anyone else treat Shigaraki as anything but a villain that needed beating? Why would that be a wake up call to society instead of just the 4th and final defeat of AFO?

~

And lastly; as for the lethal option being unavoidable. Well maybe it was for Deku, but we know it wasn't impossible to save Tomura at all (similar to how Touya could have been saved, but Enji never could have saved him); because Spinner managed it. And enough of Tomura's spirit was still around that we can safely say a repeat should have been possible. So that Deku failed to save someone we know was save-able; hell, that he failed to save someone he vowed to save at all (and do not try to tell me he saved his heart based on a 2-panel speech on hand-holding), undercuts the storytelling now matter how you slice it.

Deku failed to save Tomura and complete the objective he set for the final 3rd of the series, failed to do anything truly different from All Might before him...and everything just turns out way better anyway. There's no way around this feeling is contrived and unearned.

I think the thing that ultimately gets me about how Deku has supposedly inspired away everything that'd lead to more Tenkos turning into Tomuras is...just "why?" Like, why did this:

Happen differently this time? I mean that's a fair question to ask, isn't it? The Walk was effectively the true inciting incident for Tomura, leader of the League, to hate hero society; you'd want a really solid answer as to why that won't happen again I would think.

The narration from Hawks and accompanying imagery implies it's because Deku inspired folks to not sit on the sidelines anymore, further implied to be a Hero Society-wide effect Deku has had that'll supposedly eliminate the bystander effect that led us here and give heroes more free time.

But like...Why is that different from what we've seen of heroes before now? All Might was around for 40 years and Deku, in the end, didn't really do anything AM didn't do; he punched out the big bad for the world to see. And All Might did also inspire people like the origin trio to action...by becoming heroes. Yet civilians like the old lady were inspired to go about her day because a hero would handle it, while Deku inspired her to reach out a hand herself. Why?

I've heard some suggest it's because Deku was less independent, had more of a teamwork focus in his big moment. But I’ve said this before, I think those people assume All Might was a lot more independent than he really was, and Deku a lot less. I mean a lot of Deku's fight was broadcast, including big portions where he was fighting the big bad solo just like All Might in Kamino. And then both fights ended with more heroes coming in to lend support.

So I'm just not seeing why public effect is so radically different.

And it's just that, I have been waiting to see what would prevent more Tomuras from crawling out of the woodworks to destroy even more since MVA; what measures would be taken to prevent that? Perhaps Tomura would destroy hero society, not just its buildings but its corrupt ideals, leadership, & figureheads; and maybe when he was beaten there would be room to rebuild it better from scratch? No, he didn't really destroy much at all actually, and things are being rebuilt just as they were. Would Deku and Tomura perhaps team up going forward after he's saved; with the latter's eyes for what's wrong in the world and the former's ability to fix it without violence? No, Deku kills Tomura because he was just too unforgivable, it's implied he was just after a tasteful way to do that the whole fight. Well, would Deku at least listen to what drove Tomura to villainy and do something about any of that? Nope, if it wasn't his final words to Spinner or their talk about hand holding, it was in one ear and out the other for Deku; and there's no sign he's told many people what little he did learn.

So what saves the Teknos of the world? Well Deku kills the big bad on live TV and it's really inspiring. Why is that different from the past 40 years? ...Horikoshi is to burnt out to answer. That's the ultimate answer to the question I've been asking for nearly 200 chapters.

Well I guess I always knew that if Deku couldn't save Tomura, it'd mean he couldn't save anyone like him. And well, he didn't save Tomura. It's why this plot point of "but they get saved anyway" rings so hollow; it's unearned, unfair, unrealistic, and outright contrived & unbelievable as things have been set-up. I just cannot believe it would work out this way; it is honestly 100 times more believable to suppose the old lady was a guilt-fuelled one-off and most Tenkos will die in the streets or turn to villainy. Especially once this "the villain is dead" high has passed. Because as it is; this resolution as-presented feels as reasonable as our finale in chapter 430 suggesting Deku was so inspirational that no one was ever a villain again either.

[viridianv0id]

V2 didn't wanna die

well - none of the things V1 kills wanted to die either - but V2 was one of the few who tried harder than it needed to to not die

it wanted to live so bad it got better at fighting - it learned from V1 (and the player) on how to better use its equipment, it learned how to more effectively move and even when to and not to use certain weapons (if u stick a magnet in it, it wont use its nailgun type of deal)

V2 even made itself a new fucking arm - and while it never got the chance to use it in 4-4 i think it would have been decent at using it because just like it is - V1 is a small and extremely fast target - even if it did use the whiplash in 4-4 it probably wouldn't of been able to hit V1 (depending on ur playstyle - so if ur like me u dont know the meaning of stopping)

i think V2 went into the the fight in limbo with the intention of a spar - i like to think whatever testing and training the people who made the V models did would of put the two against each other to train up V2's skills so presumably the first time the two see each other again after entering hell it would of just gone back to those tests - to a spar. not a fight.

so when we beat its ass to just above a pulp - it ran and im assuming whatever v1 did to it had enough damage in the right place on its shoulder to loosen it enough so the impact with the glass on the ceiling broke it off

V2 in greed learned better. and it wanted payback. revenge. it wants its fucking arm back too

out of the two V2 is more naturally emotive - more reactive - its the only thing in hell that will +enrage when you use a certain arm on it - the rest enrage when they're at a certain stage of low health (i think. from what ive seen in videos at least*) but the only time ive really seen v2 enrage is when you punch it with the knuckleblaster and i can only think that it feels nothing but rage in that moment.

EDIT:

forgot to mention the fact that when you do kill v2 - it fucking screams as it falls - its scared, it knows whats happening and it can do nothing but scream - maybe it hoped, prayed even, that it would land on its feet - that it would be okay.

that itd be more than a forgotten bloodstain

[theriverbeyond]

#SPOILERS

ok so I watched arcane s2 act 1 and my immediate reaction is mostly mixed -- I think there was gorgeous art and strong individual emotional beats but I think it all got watered down by everything else -- I did LIKE it, I guess (?) and am reserving full judgement for the whole season until the next 2 acts release, but yeah.

warning for SPOILERS and also critiques below:

the deluge of new characters I have no reason to care about, and whom i am given no specific reason to care about (besides the itty bitty one, and that's just bc they are a child) does not hit. I dojt get it. why are these people special or chosen for the strike squad. they're just randos, and fangirls and one of them is a random dude you all seem to have grabbed off the street (?) also who tf is amara. was she even in season 1 at all?

the integrated music videos felt significantly LESS integrated this season than the last. last season it felt like the "music video" segments were just like.... really well done and stylized parts of the show, here they feel more like clipshows or standalone music videos during which the actual show takes a pause. some of them do advance the plot and all are gorgeously done but like, I dunno. feels a bit much, honestly, especially in a show that NEEDS to be incredibly economical with its time

relating to that, it feels as if nothing really happened at all besides setup, and I guess that was perhaps narratively necessary, but using THREE episodes of a 9 episode season to set up the plot feels..... REALLY wasteful, especially when i feel like those 3 episodes didnt have a tight plot OR tight character focus. everything feels very loose. the timeskip between s1 and s2 is like.... idk! why did we skip that. why didnt we just skip farther. how is Vi suddenly beloved by topside those bitches hate her!!! anyway. there is a lot happening and a lot being set up and, as i said before, a LOT of new characters being introduced and I'm not very emotionally invested in most of them. The differences between act 1 s1 and act 1 s2 are feeling incredibly stark right now.

To me, Arcane has always been a character driven work, so I can forgive it of plot issues if the emotional focus and character arcs are strong. I.... didn't feel that here! and even the big character moments didn't quite hit. for me. like ok CaitVi kissed. but like. they've known each other for a week? Why are they acting married? The most resonant and emotionally intense part of the CaitVi arc in act 1 was when Caitlyn HIT HER with HER GUN, in a way that felt deeply reminiscent of how encorcers probably hit Vi when she was in prison. And that was like at the very end. sorry but the kiss just did not hit for me. sorry. so sorry. you can kill me with Hammers if yuo want to

A lot of characters seem to be making plot centric decisions that simply do not feel within their character. Vi becoming an enforcer -- I literally do not care about the game, it is emotionally inconceivable for show!Vi to do be super down with gassing the undercity. Jinx and Sevika suddenly being buddy buddy is weird, even thought i LIKE it, it just feels.... fast. Jinx's arc, emotionally, feels the best and most consistant, and I feel like there's so much setup happening it isn't given the space it needs to breathe. Caitlyn becoming a facist is like.... fine, I guess. I really like the emotional conflict this inserts to the story but again it just feels inconsistant with her lifelong characterization as someone who is out of place on the force. also didn't she actually get fired lol. why is there a Kiramann supercomputer.

a lot of stuff just feels emotionally really off. Cait going wild with anger in her grief is fine, but then it feels.... bad that the redhead bitch who's CHILD Jace KILLED last season is a villian for wanting revenge also? maybe this is just an inherent weakness of the genre. or the source material. or whatever. i mean season 1 was pretty enforcer-critical at least in the first 2 acts. sorry for wanting a story made by people with money to be consistant in its negative framing of cops :/

l am deeply confused about the Noxian angle here -- I think it serves a meta narrative function of giving Topside and Bottom (aka, all the characters we care about, who hate each other rn) a common enemy to rally against, but there is just. a lot going on, honestly. too much? only time will tell. this all makes me deeply concerned/curious about the governmental system of Piltover though. why is Caitlyn like the town King now. why are they not electing new councilors.

don't even get me started on viktor being undercity jesus

Anyway. things I liked: the opening, especially its contrast to season 1. Jinx & Vi's fistfight was incredible I just wish Vi felt more emotionally consistant BEFORE it happened. I really LIKE jinx being given essentially a second chance in the form of saving and caring for a child in a situation that puts HER in a reversed position from her youth. like OK it definitely feels way out of left field but like, that's fine I guess. I like what they're doing with the kid. the art is gorgeous as always. I love how the enforcer squad is represented like hunting hounds, coming out of the gas. unfortunately i think their gas masks are wildly erotic. anyway. what was i saying?

that's my immediate thoughts. I'm definitely open for comments/explaining, but i really don't like the "it makes sense if you play the game/pay attention to LoL meta" kind of explanations I see thrown around -- it's a narrative weakness to be relying on viewers to know LoL lore, especially on the heels of season 1, which didn't need viewers to know anything.

[oswildin]

Oneshot request:)

Can you maybe do one where the reader is struggling with anxiety during a mission or something, and Loki comforts them throughout? Just a little fluff:)

Hi! Thank you for the request! Hope this is okay! I drew from my own experiences with anxiety, so it may not be the same for everyone (well, obviously it isn’t but you know what I mean!). 💚

Small Victories (Loki x GN!Reader)

Summary: Loki helps you get through your anxiety during a mission. (Avenger!Loki, subtle fluff, friends to lovers vibe)

Today was an off today. It had started like any other, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t wake up exactly the same as the day before. You would get days like this, days where things just felt… too much. You couldn’t explain why, or exactly how, but they just did. Your mind felt like it was racing, your heart beating a little faster, sounds made you startle easier and that dread that seemed to linger in your bones only grew more pronounced as the day went on. You wanted to hide away, let it pass… But unfortunately, life as an Avenger had other plans.

Currently, you were moving down the halls of an old Hydra base, having got information that a new terrorist group had gotten access to it, intending to find information, or even better plans for weapons, that had been left behind. The base had only recently been discovered with this groups movements, who had been on Stark’s radar for the last few days. But today was really not the day for a mission…

With every step you took, you could feel that needling dread, that doubt that creeped into your mind - doubt of your abilities, the weight of your responsibilities…

Focus. You had to focus.

“Do you copy, Agent?” Loki’s voice suddenly came through your earpiece, and you realised you had completely missed something he had said. You take a quiet breath, lifting your hand to activate comms on your earpiece.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked, eyes scanning the area, keeping - or trying to - your wits about you. Truthfully, Loki had noticed you earlier in the day, and on the journey to the base. You had seemed distant, a little out of sorts. And annoyingly for him, he found himself… concerned of sorts. Unfortunately, you had managed to worm your way into the heart of the God of Mischief, much to his dismay and joy. It was quite the contradiction, but he was Loki after all, so that wasn’t so surprising.

“I said, I’m making my way to you.” Loki repeated the statement he had made a minute ago.

“Okay.” You murmured, hearing a noise behind you down the hall. Whipping around, you saw movement, and for a moment you thought maybe it was Loki, but you quickly realised it wasn’t. It was the enemy. You felt your heart stutter for a second before quickly reaching for your gun, firing a warning shot towards the figure as you sidestepped towards one of the old labs in the hall, hearing the enemy fire a shot in return. The sound made you startle, your nerves beginning to fray due to your anxiety. “Damn it-“ You hissed, mentally chiding yourself.

However, just as you reached the door, a wave of familiar green seidr flickered down the corridor, immediately knocking the the figure at the end back, making them drop their weapon and hit the wall behind them, falling unconscious to the ground. You barely had time to register the two hands that landed on your shoulders, turning you round.

Loki gazed at you, brows furrowed as he took in the slighter wider look to your eyes, the way your breaths were quicker and a little shallow. “Agent, look at me.” He calmly commanded, lowering his head slightly to catch your gaze. “Focus on my voice.” He continued. “I need you to take a few deep breaths, and take a moment.” He nodded faintly, a subtle, silent encouragement.

You finally met his gaze, your eyes searching his as he exuded the firm calm you craved. His hands on your shoulders remained, keeping you grounded as you tried to do as he said. You took deep, slower breaths, trying to get your heart beat to follow suit.

“Good.” Loki murmured, his eyes flickering around to ensure there was no more danger. “Keep going.” His eyes then turned to the door you had planned on going through, deciding it was best to get out of the open. Removing one of his hands from your shoulders, he reached for the door, swiftly opening it before ushering you inside with his other hand shifting from your shoulder to your back. “That’s it, take a second.” He continued, giving you something to focus on.

Once inside the abandoned lab, out of immediate sight of any potential threats, he once again stood before you. He could see the way your hands had moved to clench into fists, quickly unclenching before tightening into balls again, over and over - repetitive self-soothing motion. He hated the way it tugged at his heart, something he had been very adamant about being fortified. Yet, in this moment, it was very clear it wasn’t quite as protected as he had portrayed it to be.

Without a second thought, his cool hands caught yours, holding them gently as his thumbs brushed over your knuckles in a similarly soothing way. “It’ll pass.” He said quietly, ensuring he held your gaze. “Trust me.” He added, lowly.

The sensation of his hands holding yours were a balm, his words an anchor amidst the storm in your mind. You continued to steady your breaths the best you could, before hearing Tony’s voice come through comms.

“Reindeer games, report?” That made you lose focus for a moment, making your breaths hitch as you lost your rhythm. Loki felt a flare of irritation at Tony’s interruption, even if it was unfounded, as he reached to remove your earpiece.

“Stay focused.” Loki reminded you, keeping the earpiece in his palm as his hand returned to yours, this time holding your fingers between his thumb and index finger gently whilst his other remained holding your hand completely. “Forget the mission, your current mission is to get past this, alright?”

After a minute or so, with Loki’s gentle encouragements and soothing gestures, you began to feel the anxiety that had been gripping out begin to ebb. Your breaths evened out, your heart slowing to its usual rhythm. The thoughts that had been swirling in your head quietened, focusing solely on the moment, on Loki. Loki released his own quiet breath of relief, unable to stop the small swell of pride and satisfaction he felt at being able to help you through the moment.

Wordlessly, you gave a small nod, silently telling him it had passed - for now. Loki gave a gentle squeeze to your hand, loosening his grip before his hand slid up your arm to rest on your bicep. “There.” He breathed out softly. “It’s passed.”

You felt a flicker of embarrassment at allowing yourself to get so overwhelmed on a mission, your job was to be focused and precise, and yet this episode had prevented you from doing that. The one thing you were there to do… Loki could sense the frustration within you, seeing it clearly in the way your brows twitched.

“We all have our moments.” He sighed quietly, tilting his head faintly as he regarded you, his thumb subconsciously brushing the fabric of your mission gear on your arm. “They always strike in the most unideal moments.” A pause. “But you got past it, and you didn’t let it consume you.” His blue eyes flickered over your features. “Small victories.”

His words helped ease some of your worries, and there was gratitude in your own eyes as you gazed at him. It was a look that made a flicker of warmth appear in Loki’s chest, that earlier pride returning. For a God that had previously often sought to bring chaos, it was… nice… to be doing the opposite for a change. Especially with someone who he held in high regard - even if he wouldn’t admit that aloud. Not quite yet, anyway.

“Thank you.” You finally spoke, voice low. Loki didn’t say anything, simply squeezing your arm one last time before letting his hand fall back to his side. He then held out his hand that held your earpiece, offering it back to you.

“Or I could send it to my pocket dimension and we simply tell Stark that it was lost?” He mused playfully, raising a brow, hoping to draw a small smile to your lips - which he managed to do. You shook your head faintly, reaching to take it from his palm.

“And hear him complain about how much they cost even though he’s a billionaire?” You murmured wryly in return. “No, thank you.” Loki felt his own lips tug into a smirk at your humour, giving an elegant nod.

“Very well.” He accepted, watching you place the small device back into your ear. “Shall we venture back out into the unknown?” He stepped back slightly, gesturing towards the door with a dramatic flair. “I’m told I’m a rather good partner.”

You huffed wryly at that, raising a brow. “By who?” You teased, moving towards the door.

“Myself.” Loki replied playfully, pleased to see you were slowly beginning to return to your usual self. He understood that the anxiety would likely linger, but he silently vowed he would be there to ensure it couldn’t consume you.

He wouldn’t allow it.

[parseisflat]

me: ok yeah my friend thinks im smart this is great we can be nerds together he doesnt think im dumb right? no probably not i dont think so i really hope not

the friend in question: u motivated me more than anyone else because i spent this entire semester trying to surpass you

[skitskatdacat63]

Credits to @ayceeofspades, she was the director behind this, I was just the editor.(There's a full version of this, which I shall not be posting on main out of self preservation, but dm if you want to see it bcs I think the full version is truly a masterpiece :] )

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[elegyofthemoon]

well. i finished ch 17 of hi3. but at what cost

[raybeetle]

i so sad

[violentlydefending]

genuinely always so shocked to see mirei hate. like literally god forbid women do anything.

[the-descolada]

what a rough way for this year to go already.

[hauntingblue]

Kaido lore?!