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Post Prom

— Part 1 of 2

summary: after leaving prom, you and eddie go to the hideout to reminisce and listen to music. one thing leads to another, and you end up going back to his trailer.

pairing: eddie munson x dwm!reader word count: 6,320 warnings: sfw, new relationship, eddie being awkward, eddie being adorable, eddie being romantic, eddie being obsessed with his guitar, lots of fluff

Note: This short story is the epilogue to Dancing with Myself. For proper context, I highly suggest you read that before reading this. It's 10 chapters long and a fairly quick read.

The stars had never shone as brightly as they did that night.

You couldn’t stop staring at them as you walked out of the banquet hall with Eddie by your side, with his suit jacket draped over your bare shoulders, feeling more and more like it was always meant to be there.

“This looks better on you anyway,” Eddie had said as he offered it to you. “Just don’t get it dirty, ‘kay, or else Wayne’ll kill me. It’s his one good suit.”

“I’ll guard it with my life,” you promised, only half joking. 

And while you thought about this, while you traced your thumb along the silk lining of Wayne Munson’s one good suit jacket, while you walked and talked and stole glimpses of Eddie’s face when he wasn’t looking, you couldn’t help but smile and say to yourself,

I’m in a dream, aren’t I?

Yeah, you had to be. The stars were far too bright, and the night too calm. Cars drove up and down the road and passed by without a sound. In the wet, wet grass, crickets chirped and a single sprinkler was still sputtering with life, hissing in the dark with a quiet shhhh-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick. You could hear it so clearly as you and Eddie strolled down the covered footpath together, your shadows illuminated by the soft orange glow of the street lights overhead. Eddie had a ring of keys in his right hand. They jingled as he tossed them up, caught them, and twirled them around his index finger.

I’m in a dream, you thought, and tomorrow morning I’m gonna wake up in my bedroom, alone, with that dusty old journal sprawled open in front of me.

And this made you withdraw into yourself and go silent for a minute. Your steps got slower and slower. Your smile slipped and collapsed into a troubled frown that deepened the further you got from the banquet hall. Eddie glanced over his shoulder, saw you falling behind, then slid his keys back into his pocket.

“Buyer’s remorse?” he said with a chuckle, but there was no humor in his voice, none at all. He turned and stepped in front of you, blocking your path with his body. “Hey, y’know we don’t have to go anywhere, right? I mean, we can always go back inside or… or I can just take you home, if you want.”

Eddie muttered the last part under his breath, wincing as he did. His dark brown eyes pierced into yours, nervous and a little afraid, afraid that if he said goodbye to you right now, if he took you home, kissed you goodnight, and watched you walk through that front door, there was a small chance he might never see you again.

And you supposed that was partly your fault, so you put your hand on his chest and gave him a reassuring smile.

“No, that’s not it,” you said. “I was just thinking.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows at you. “You were just… thinking?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I was just thinking.”

If this really is a dream, please, please, please don’t wake me up.

You motioned toward the parking lot. “Lead the way, sir.”

Eddie cracked a small smile. “All right,” he said, and backed away from you with a little bounce in his step. “I’m, uhh, over here, so…”

You weaved through the crowded parking lot and found Eddie’s 1979 Chevy Nomad parked alone on the west end between a dying tree and a flickering lamppost. You held in a laugh. Oh jeez, you thought, of course he parks in the sketchiest spot he can find. If Ted Bundy had a reserved parking space in Hawkins, this would be it. It practically screamed, Yeah, you’re about to get napped.

Eddie seemed to notice this, too. He lingered by your side for a minute, then reached up to scratch his head. “Uhhh… there were other cars around when I parked here, just for the record.”

You looked up at him, fighting back a smile. “I wasn’t gonna say anything…”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed into a playful glare. “Yeah, you were.”

He went and opened the passenger-side door, and you busted out laughing when you saw his guitar case propped neatly against the front seat. This didn’t shock you nearly as much as it should have. If anything, you were more surprised that Eddie hadn’t strapped it safely into place with a seatbelt.

“So you let your guitar ride shotgun, huh?”

“Well, she is a lady,” Eddie replied, making you giggle.

“So, what, should I go sit in the back like cargo? Or do you wanna just rope me to the hood like a Christmas tree?”

Eddie leaned against the side of his van. “No, I’d never do that to you…” Then, with a self-amused smirk: “You can just hold her on your lap.”

Your eyes flattened into a hard line. Very funny, your eyes said.

Eddie chuckled quietly to himself, then stepped away from the van. “Just kidding, I’ll move her.”

Effortlessly, he lifted the guitar out of the front seat and put it in the back with the rest of his equipment, setting the instrument down on the floor with great care. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said while stroking the top of its case. “You’re still my number one girl, okay?”

You rolled your eyes and climbed into the front seat. As soon as you sat down, something small poked your butt, making you jump up in surprise. It was a guitar pick, one of many scattered about Eddie’s van. You were finding them everywhere: under your feet, on the dashboard, in the ashtray, even wedged in the crack of the center console. You dug one out with your fingernail and threw it into the glove compartment.

“You know, you really need to clean out your van,” you said to Eddie as he slid into the driver’s seat.

“Uhh, yeah,” he said, “I’ve been meaning to get to that for about two years now.”

He closed the door and flashed you a charming smile.

“So… where would you like to go?”

“You didn’t have a place in mind when you asked me?”

“Honestly? No… I was kinda expecting you to say no.”

You both laughed. Then you looked away and caught your reflection in the side-view mirror. It felt so strange, being there. You had fantasized about sitting in this van at least a hundred times. Now here you were, digging plastic guitar picks out of your seat (you found another one and flicked it away). It was even better than you imagined.

“Well, it doesn’t really matter,” you said, giving Eddie a shy smile. “You can pretty much take me anywhere.”

“Anywhere,” Eddie repeated slowly, his brown eyes locked with yours. “That’s… very unhelpful.”

Smiling, he leaned back in his seat and thought about it for a minute. His right hand went up to rest on the steering wheel. His index finger started tapping rhythmically against it. In the silence, you were swiveling around in your chair. Eddie caught you out of the corner of his eye and laughed.

“Having fun over there?”

“Yeah,” you said while moving back and forth. “I like the swivel.”

“The swivel is fun,” Eddie said. “The swivel is fun…”

Then, slowly, his whole face lit up.

“I got it,” he said. “I know where we can go.”

He started the van and put it in reverse.

Soon after, Eddie was pulling up in front of the old auto parts store on the corner of Main and Oak.

The building was basically dilapidated at this point. The grass along the side was patchy and full of weeds. The blue exterior was badly faded, chipped, and covered with graffiti. In the large storefront window, beneath a tattered and weather-worn awning, a marquee reader board was still advertising a sale on tires from 1966. If not for the row of cars and motorcycles parked along the curb, if not for the music pouring out onto the street, you would have thought this was just another abandoned building.

Eddie got out first, walked around the front of the van, then opened the passenger-side door.

“Ready?” he said to you, his eyes shimmering with childlike excitement.

You went inside and were instantly transported to the 1950s… or at least Cliff Kozack’s twisted, apocalyptic vision of the 1950s. Old Halloween decorations lined the shelves: coffins, skulls, cobwebs (those were real, though; Cliff kept them because they matched his aesthetic—or he was just too lazy to dust). Guitars hung from the ceiling and fell occasionally, landing behind unsuspecting patrons with a startling thwack! Famous faces were plastered across the walls: Elvis Presley, Connie Francis, Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly, Sam Cooke, Ritchie Valens. All the chrome finishes were dull and rusted in the corners. The black-and-white checkered floor was grimy and sticky with spilled beer that nobody had ever bothered to mop up. In the corner, propped beside a dusty, broken jukebox that only played one song: “Rockin’ Robin” by Bobby Day (and God help you if you played that song), a skeleton dressed in a leather jacket was gesturing toward a sign that spelled out the night’s drink specials.

Except there were no drink specials, just cheap beer and booze.

Cliff poured a beer, slid it across the bar, and then saw you and Eddie walk in through the front door. His eyes widened in horror.

“Quick,” he said to one of his bartenders, “what day is it today?”

“Uhh… Saturday.”

“Saturday.” Cliff closed his eyes and breathed a heavy sigh. “God, I was really hoping I got my days mixed up.”

Then he poured himself a shot of bourbon.

Two, actually.

One for you and one for Eddie.

He slammed them back in two gulps.

Meanwhile, you and Eddie were heading into the lounge just off the main bar, where a psychobilly trio called the Killer Elvises was performing on stage. Their hair was greased and styled into matching pompadours. The lead singer plucked an upright double bass that was almost as tall as he was. And they played the kind of snarling, thrashing music that made you want to get up and punch someone in the face for no reason at all. You had been there for less than a minute and Eddie was already getting revved up.

“God, I love these guys,” he said, shouting over the music.

You two were making your way to a table in the back. It was your table, the one you sat at every Tuesday night. Eddie wanted to sit there specifically. He insisted on it.

“Y’know the lead singer used to only play classical music? Wasn’t even allowed to listen to anything else. Yeah, I guess his parents were like these super-religious zealots or something.”

You looked toward the stage, where the lead singer was currently singing about drinking blood under the full moon and having sex with a werewolf.

“Well, I’m sure his parents are very proud of him now.”

Eddie glanced back at you, a smile crawling up the side of his face. “Yeah. Probably.”

Then he pointed toward a table tucked away in the corner of the lounge, half hidden behind a massive stone pillar. From the stage, you could barely even see it.

“That it?” Eddie asked. You nodded and said it was.

You sat down and made yourself comfortable while Eddie stole the seat across from you. Then he propped his elbow on the table and laid his chin on his palm, gazing at you with his big brown eyes.

“So, uh, this is your table, huh? And, what, you would sit in that spot?”

You looked around you. “Uhh, yeah, pretty much… I mean, it’s not the exact spot, but—”

“Well, hold on,” Eddie said, “I’m pretty sure I asked for the full experience, so…”

He made a go-on motion with his hand. In return, you made a funny face.

“Seriously?” you said.

Eddie nodded, his eyes soft and affectionate. “C’mon, humor me.”

You looked away, feeling all the blood rush to your face, then slowly got up and dragged your stool a couple more inches to the right. When you sat down again and turned your body ever so slightly, you had a completely unobstructed view of the stage.

“There,” you said in a flustered voice. “Happy now?”

But Eddie didn’t answer you, not for a long while. He kept staring at you, then at the stage, then back at you, his eyes darkening more and more with each pass. During this time, the Killer Elvises had transitioned to a slower, almost bluesy style. You were thankful for that. Otherwise, you might not have heard Eddie when he said,

“Hey, how many times did you come here?”

You shrugged. “I dunno.”

“Guess.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. Eddie’s abruptness made you a little uneasy.

“I dunno,” you said. “Twenty, maybe thirty times.”

Eddie dropped his head into his hand and cursed.

Your eyes widened. “What?” you said. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

Eddie rubbed his face in frustration. “Yeah, well, it’s a pretty big goddamn deal to me,” he said, sounding angry, but not at you. “Thirty times, Y/N, and that’s probably a modest estimate. You came to watch me thirty times, and I never noticed you. Never. Not once. How the hell did I not notice you?”

You shrugged your shoulders again. This time, they felt a little heavy.

“I guess you just weren’t looking,” you said, and Eddie stared at you with a guilty, helpless expression.

“Yeah, I was,” he said under his breath.

Then—

WHAM!

Two huge fists slammed onto the table, making you both jump.

“Well, well, well,” said Cliff, bringing his face down to your level, “look who’s here…”

“Hi, Cliff,” you said. “Hey, congratulations, by the way. You’ve got a real packed house tonight. I think there’s like fifty people here.”

Cliff’s lips curled into a hard, unamused smile.

“Hey, man, I keep telling you to get a sign for this place—”

“I don’t want a sign,” Cliff said to you. “Signs attract pests, and I’m still trying to get rid of the two I currently have.”

His eyes went to you, then to Eddie, then back to you.

“Hey, we’re like your only regulars… us and the guy that likes to sleep in that booth over there.” You gestured toward him with your chin. “You know, someone should really check on him soon ‘cause I haven’t seen him move in a while.”

“No, I kicked him a few minutes ago. He’s fine.” Then to Eddie, Cliff said, “I see you finally found your number one fan. You know, she comes in here every Tuesday. Every Tuesday. The other night, I thought she was gonna start a bar fight.”

“Really?” Eddie gave you an impressed look that made you feel embarrassed.

You put both your hands on the table and sat up as tall as you could. “Hey, that’s… that’s not even…” With a huff, you sank back down and muttered under your breath, “I was trying to listen to the music. They wouldn’t stop talking.”

Cliff’s chest rose and fell with hearty laughter. “You hear that?” he said, clapping Eddie on the shoulder. “She was trying to listen to the music,” and for some reason that made Eddie smile and chuckle to himself.

Once Cliff returned to the bar, you turned to Eddie and said, “What, is that like an inside joke or something?”

Eddie was still smiling. “No, it’s just…” He pointed across the lounge. “You see that table over there?”

“Yeah… What about it?”

“When I was younger, my dad used to bring me here a lot. Yeah, he would, uhh, just drop me off here while he went and did… well… whatever he did.” He shrugged it off like it didn’t matter. “Anyway, I’d sit at that table… at that table… for hours and hours, just watching these guys play and wishing I could be as good as them one day. And, yeah, I would get really annoyed whenever people talked during my favorite parts.”

Now you were smiling, too. “That’s… really cute, actually,” and you both went quiet and listened to the band play for a while.

Halfway through the fourth song, while you watched the musician’s tattooed fingers fly across the frets of his hollow-body guitar, you couldn’t help but say, “He’s really good.”

Eddie said, “He’s very good…”

You glanced to your left and caught him watching the guitarist in silent awe, his mouth hanging open, eyes racing to keep up with every movement of the man’s fretting hand.

Stifling a giggle, you said, “You are green with envy right now.”

“I am…”

“You’re gonna go home and practice for like three hours, aren’t you?”

“Oh, at least,” Eddie said, giving you an adorable smile.

That’s when Cliff’s partner decided to drop by for a friendly little chitchat. The buxom brunette strutted up to your table with an empty drink tray and pressed it against her chest while she observed you and Eddie with a tender, motherly expression.

“Awww, well aren’t you two just the sweetest thing, sitting here all cozied up and adorable… I feel like I’ve been waiting half my life for this day to come.”

Cleo tossed you a girlish, not-so-well-hidden smile (Wow, you thought, it’s a miracle my secret lasted this long), then turned to Eddie and said, “You know, she’s been coming here every Tuesday for the last… God, I don’t even know… probably about three ye—”

Panic seized you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eddie’s lips twitch upwards, curling into a cocky smile.

You squeezed your eyes shut and blurted out, “Yeah, he knows, Cleo! He knows. How ‘bout you go get us some drinks?”

Cleo brushed you off with a laugh. “Oh fine, oh fine…” She lowered the tray to her side. “What can I get you two lovebirds?”

Eddie said, “I’ll just have a beer.”

And you said, “I’ll have a rum and Coke, with muddled cherries, garnished with cherries and some sugar around the rim. Make sure Cliff really grinds those suckers down, too. I don’t wanna see a bunch of cherry chunks floating around my glass.”

Cleo looked at you both tiredly, her lips gathering into a tight, uncomfortable smile. “Yeah… that’s gonna get old real quick.” Then she sighed and went back to the bar.

As soon as she was gone, Eddie looked at you and said, “Three years? Did I hear that right?”

You shook your head. “No, not three years. Nowhere near three years.”

There were, you were fairly sure, at least two occasions where you chose to stay home.

Because you were sick.

You immediately changed the subject: “So, anyway, when are you guys getting a new lead singer?”

“Nice segue,” Eddie said. Then: “Shit, I dunno, man… after Scottie got locked up, it just didn’t feel right to replace him. Plus, we couldn’t find anyone, so…”

“I’ll do it,” you said. 

Eddie squinted at you. “Can you sing?”

“No… but neither can Scottie.”

Eddie laughed. “Fair enough.”

Then you leaned onto your elbows and said, “Any idea when he’s getting out?”

“Uhh…” Eddie stretched out his arms while he thought about it, rolled some of the tightness out of his neck and shoulders. “I think he gets released in like three months.”

“Damn,” you said. “Hard to believe it’s almost been a year.”

You suddenly remembered the last time you saw Scott Sloman. It was a few months before he graduated. Scottie came up to you after school and said he needed a favor.

God, he’s an idiot…

Who?

No one. Never mind.

You shook the memory away. “Shit, man, let that be a lesson: don’t go speeding through a school zone with a bunch of pot in your car. What the hell was he thinking, anyway?”

Eddie nodded slowly, his eyes taking on a distant sheen. “Yeah…”

And now, as you looked at him, a terrifying thought crossed your mind. It made your heart sick with dread. 

“That could’ve been you,” you said, and Eddie’s gaze plummeted to the floor.

Just then, a shiver rolled through you. You pulled Wayne's jacket tighter against you and tried not to think about that anymore.

“Okay, sweeties,” said Cleo as she returned with a tray of drinks. “I have one Shirley Temple with a side of maraschino cherries.” She set down a highball and a shot glass, then reached for the last glass on her tray. “And for you, sir… one Coke. Can I get you anything else?”

Eddie scowled at his beverage. “Where’s my beer?”

“Uhh, waiting for you to turn twenty-one.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and brought the glass to his lips. “Like I don’t drink already…”

And Cleo said, “Not in my bar, you don’t.”

She turned and walked away, but before she got too far, Eddie called out to her again: “Hey, Cleo, can we get some wings?”

Cleo looked back at him and sneered. “Is that supposed to be funny?”

Meanwhile, you chucked a maraschino cherry at Eddie’s head.

“What?” Eddie said to you with a mischievous smirk. “I just want some wings…” and he tipped his head to the side, dodging the next cherry you fired his way. “Hey, where’d you come up with that, anyway?”

“I dunno, I panicked,” you said. “I thought I’d been found out, and I needed to throw you off my scent.”

“With blueberry wings?”

“Blueberry barbecue wings, actually.”

“Yeah, what is that? Is that a real flavor or did you just make that up?”

“No, it’s real… I think.” You seriously considered it for a minute, then shrugged. “Yeah, I imagine it having this smoky-sweet kinda flavor. I’ve never had it before, but I feel like it’d be really delicious… that or really disgusting. Either way, I’d like to try it once before I die.”

“Noted,” Eddie said, and reached into your shot glass full of cherries.

Your jaw dropped as you watched him put the fruit between his teeth and gently, so gently, pluck it off the stem.

“Hey, you know how they say, umm, people who can tie cherry stems with their tongues are automatically good kissers? Yeah, turns out there is zero evidence to support any kind of correlation between the two. I mean, obviously, you must have pretty good muscle coordination to tie a cherry stem with only your tongue, but that says very little about how good you are at kissing. Yeah, it really just means you have a skilled…”

You closed your mouth, snatched your drink, and washed the rest of that sentence down your throat.

Eddie watched you, a smile tugging at his lips. “Makes sense,” he said. Then, in a low voice: “Can you do it?”

You set your glass down and wiped your lips. “Do what?”

“Tie a cherry stem with your tongue.”

You gulped. “Umm… I’ve never really tried, honestly, but probably not. I’m very not very coordinated in general, so I wouldn’t expect that skill to transfer.”

Eddie nodded. “I see,” he said while stealing another cherry from your glass. Before popping it into his mouth, he looked right at you and said, “Well, I can.”

Your whole body flushed. “H’okay…” you said as your mind raced with a million unbidden thoughts. You reached for your glass again and—“Hey, here’s a fun fact: did you know that grenadine isn’t actually made from cherries? It’s made from pomegranates.”

“That is a fun fact,” Eddie replied with an amused smile. “You wanna hear another fun fact?”

“Tell me.”

“Your face is about as red as your drink right now.” Eddie propped his chin on his fist and raised his eyebrows suggestively. “Fun fact.”

Your blush deepened. “Oh,” you said.

Then you looked down at the table and thought, God strike me down, I’m a filthy fucking pervert.

The band stopped playing around twelve-thirty. Afterward, the members packed up their instruments and returned to the lounge to drink and play cards with a few of Cliff’s off-the-clock employees. By then, most of the Saturday night crowd had already moved on, leaving only Cliff’s regular clientele: some college kids, a couple bikers, but mostly just a bunch of old guys that wanted to drink quietly at the bar and be left alone. Those were Cliff’s favorite kind of people. He kept their glasses full and they kept to themselves. They were the perfect patrons.

Then there was the Munson kid.

“Hey…” Eddie came up to the bar and started drumming his hands on the counter. “Just outta curiosity, who do you have up next?”

“Nobody,” Cliff said while he cleaned the soda gun. “Nobody else signed up.”

“Interesting,” said Eddie. He reached into his pocket and slammed two twenty-dollar bills on the counter. “How much time will that get me?”

Cliff glanced at the meager offering. “Five minutes.”

“Five minutes?” God, that greedy bastard. Eddie threw his head back and groaned an all-too-familiar groan. “C’mon, man, I’m trying to impress a girl here.”

In response, Cliff pressed his massive palms onto the counter, leaned forward, and gave Eddie an intense, unblinking stare.

“You’re trying to impress a girl?”

“Yep.”

“That girl?”

“Mhm.”

Cliff’s broad shoulders collapsed as he exhaled deeply through his nose. “Okay, kid, lemme tell you a little something about that girl. She comes in here every Tuesday just to watch your shitty band play shitty music. When you guys suck, she gives me hell for it. She says I need to invest in a better sound system.”

“Well,” Eddie muttered under his breath, “you do need a better sound system. That thing’s a piece of shit.”

Cliff arched his eyebrow, daring him to continue. Eddie waved his hands in surrender and stopped talking.

“What I’m saying is… I dunno how the hell you did it, kid, but clearly you’ve already done enough to impress her.”

Cliff’s words sank in deep, making Eddie’s heart feel warm and full. He leaned against the bar and observed you for a moment, while you sat and sipped your drink at the table (and probably, secretly, tried to tie a few cherry stems with your tongue, just to see if you could do it). Then he turned back to Cliff with a huge smile.

“Yeah, but I still kinda wanna do it, so…” Eddie placed his finger on the stack of paper bills and slid it further across the counter. “How much?”

Cliff sighed and slapped his hand over the cash. “Okay, Romeo, you’ve got twenty minutes.”

Eddie pumped his fist in victory, spun around, and went marching back to your table.

“Hey,” he said once he reached you, “wanna be my roadie?”

Your eyes were skeptical, but also curious. “Sure.”

And now Eddie was dragging the guitar strap over his head while you sat on the stage with your legs dangling over the edge, barefooted, your heels resting beside you. He switched on his amp and reached into his back pocket, pulling out yet another plastic guitar pick. It thrummed gently against the steel strings as he played a few random chords, making sure his instrument was still in tune.

“Just out of curiosity,” you said, “how many guitar picks do you have on you at any given time?”

“Uhh, at least two,” Eddie replied with his head bent over his guitar. “Yeah, never know when I’m gonna need one.”

“Right,” you said, “I guess you never know when someone’s gonna ask you to bust out a wicked guitar solo.”

Eddie chuckled a little at that. “Well, it hasn’t happened yet, but…” He looked over at you and smiled a sweet smile. “All right, crazy, name your song.”

“Any song?”

“Any song.”

Wow, talk about pressure. You clapped your hands together and brought them to your lips in thought.

And you thought.

And you thought.

And you thought some more.

Finally, after a minute of silence, Eddie leaned over and said, “Okay, remember we’ve only got twenty minutes here.”

“Fifteen now,” Cliff hollered from the bar, and Eddie gave you a look that said, Hurry up.

“Okay, okay,” you said. “Ummm… Oh—”

“Can’t do ‘Free Bird.’”

Your mouth snapped shut, and you frowned. “Why? You can’t play it?”

“No,” said Eddie, a little insulted by your accusation. “No, I can definitely play it. Easily, actually. I’m just not allowed to play it. That’s the problem.” He started scratching his chin, a nostalgic smile consuming his face. “See, uhhh, when I first learned that song, I played it nonstop for like three weeks straight, drove everyone here crazy… so, yeah, if I play that song right now, Cliff’s gonna throw us both out.”

You laughed. “Okay, then—”

“Same goes for ‘Stairway to Heaven.’”

“Wow,” you said. “Way to ruin every good guitar song for me, Munson.”

“Hey, trust me, there are plenty of better guitar songs out there. You just have terrible taste in music.”

“I do not have terrible taste in music!”

“Well, your favorite band’s Journey, so…”

You made a sharp, stabbing motion with your finger. “Hey, watch it, pal. If you’re gonna turn this into another Journey hatefest, then I’m just gonna…” but you couldn’t bring yourself to finish that sentence, not while Eddie was staring at you like that, his eyes practically sparkling under the stage lights.

You turned around and laid your hands on your lap. Then, after a brief moment of careful deliberation, you said, “I wanna hear ‘Hotel California,’ and I want you to put some soul into it, Munson.”

When Eddie didn’t answer, you looked over your shoulder and saw him rubbing the back of his neck in contemplation.

You sighed, dejected. “What, you’re not allowed to play that song, either?”

Eddie shook his head. “No, no… just, uhhh, gimme a second, okay? It’s been a couple years since I played that one.”

He put his guitar pick between his lips and thought hard about it for a moment, humming the melody under his breath, miming the chord progressions with his fingers until they felt just right. Once he finally had it, he took the pick out of his mouth and positioned it over the strings.

“Okay,” he said to you, “get ready.”

“Oh, I’m ready,” you said… and your mouth fell open as soon as Eddie strummed the first chord, his fingers gliding effortlessly across the strings.

The slow, haunting twang of his electric guitar sent chills down your spine and made your skin prickle with goosebumps. All of a sudden, you were twelve again, sitting alone in a dark and crowded auditorium while some strange boy played a terrible cover of Judas Priest’s “Rock Forever.”

The kid sucked. God, did he suck. And, worst of all, he didn’t even seem to realize it. He was playing like he was the headlining act on a rock ‘n’ roll tour, like everyone in the audience had paid hundreds of dollars just to watch him perform. You could hardly contain your laughter. It was cracking you up all night: while Chrissy’s dad drove you home, while you gave your parents a painfully descriptive play-by-play in the living room, while you tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep because you couldn’t stop thinking about that hilariously awful performance.

Except by then you weren’t laughing anymore. You were too busy picturing that boy’s face, and his eyes… mostly his eyes… those deep, deep brown eyes, the brownest eyes you had ever seen. Every time he played his guitar, they took on this focused yet far-off look, like he was a million miles away.

Those deep, distant brown eyes left you speechless even now.

“Wow, Munson,” you said when he was finished, “you’re like my own personal jukebox.”

It was a silly throwaway joke, not even remotely funny, but for some reason it made Eddie stop everything he was doing and stare at you for a moment, his eyes dazed and blinking, as if he suddenly couldn’t remember where he was.

“What?” you said.

“Uhh, nothing,” Eddie replied, “just a little déjà vu, I guess.”

He gave his head a couple quick shakes and raised his guitar again, his movements awkward and clumsy as his hands struggled to find their natural grip. “Uhh… next song? This one’ll probably be the last, so think carefully, okay? You really gotta make this one count.”

“Okay,” you said, but you already knew what song you were choosing. Yeah, you had made that decision about four nights ago when Cliff cruelly pulled the plug on Eddie’s Tuesday night performance.

You stole one glimpse of his shirt and said with the brightest smile, “‘Prowler’ - Iron Maiden.”

Eddie closed his eyes and sighed deeply, blissfully, then turned to you with an adoring look on his face.

“You’re welcome,” you said. “Have fun, sir.”

You were both smiling as you and Eddie left the bar together, the night sky hovering high above you, twinkling with a thousand stars.

Eddie carried his guitar and his amp and hauled them into his van. Then he reached back for the small bundle of cords you held in your arms.

“So, did you have a good time?” he asked.

“I did,” you said. “Yeah, it’s always fun pissing off Cliff.”

“Yeah…” Eddie glanced back at you. “Yeah, he’s a good guy.”

Then he pulled the sliding door closed and leaned against it, staring at you with a gentle expression that made your heart speed up a little. You wondered when Eddie was going to make a move. You wondered if he was going to make a move. You wondered if you were being too presumptuous in assuming that he was going to make a move. Then you wondered if you were wondering about this too much and finally slumped down beside him, your back squeaking against the filthy van door.

“Shit,” you said. “I definitely just got this jacket dirty.”

You peeled away from the van and turned around, guiltily displaying your back to Eddie. 

“Is it bad?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, it’s pretty bad.”

Great, you thought, and leaned against the van again.

“I’ll pay to have it dry cleaned.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” Eddie said. “I’ll take all the blame… Yeah, I don’t want Wayne hating you before he even meets you.”

And that made you grin—a stupid, happy grin.

“I think he’ll really like you, by the way.”

You looked up at him in surprise. “Really?”

“No,” Eddie replied dully. “No, he'll definitely think you're annoying.”

For that, you clobbered his shoulder with your fist. Eddie absorbed the blow, laughing as he did.

“God, always so violent,” he said, pretending to rub the pain out of his shoulder. “You know, if you’re looking for an excuse to touch me, you can just…”

Eddie closed his mouth and looked away, then started clucking his tongue pensively behind his teeth: click, cluck, click, cluck.

The sound reminded you of a ticking clock steadily counting down the minutes.

One-o-eight.

One-o-nine.

One-ten.

The night was finally nearing its end. Now you and Eddie were standing at a literal and metaphorical crossroads, its intersection marked with a tiny green sign. It sat smugly on a rusted metal pole and presented you with two options: you could keep going straight down Main Street or make a sharp right turn onto Oak.

Main Street was the logical and more dependable choice. The road was recently paved and brightly lit, dotted with all kinds of trees, flowers, shrubs, and these cozy little wooden benches that sat so neatly on the freshly cut grass. It was a nice road, a scenic road, a road that gradually led onto Cherry Street, then Maple Street, and finally, safely, brought you to your house. You and Eddie would sit in his van for a few minutes, enjoying the awkward yet wonderful silence, and then he would lean across the seat and give you a kiss—a chaste, gentleman’s kiss.

All in all, not a bad way to end prom night. In fact, you thought it sounded rather romantic.

Sweet.

Innocent.

Then there was the other street: Oak Street. Oak, with that hard, hard K. You couldn’t see all the way down that street, not from where you were standing, but you knew it eventually turned into Cornwallis. And you knew Cornwallis… yeah, you knew that road very well. That road was older, cracked and covered with potholes. It was the road where your tire blew out while you driving back from a party at Sattler’s Quarry. You and Chrissy had to hike a mile to Benny’s Burgers and ask Benny to borrow his phone. And the whole time you kept thinking, I’m never, ever driving on this road again.

Yeah, Cornwallis was a bad road, a dangerous road. It went on for miles and miles, winding through steep hills and giant pockets of dark, dense forest. And if you weren’t very careful, you might accidentally… inevitably… make a wrong turn and find yourself flying straight down Kerley Road.

… towards the Forest Hills Trailer Park.

Oh shit, you thought. That is a very tempting road.

You sucked in a shaky breath as your knees trembled with indecision.

Meanwhile, Eddie had pushed off the side of the van and went reaching into his pocket for his keys.

“It’s getting late,” he said, his voice husky with regret. “I should probably—”

You put your hand on Eddie’s heart and felt it jump at your touch.

“I don’t wanna go home,” you said, “not yet.”

Eddie’s eyes widened for a second, shocked by your candor, then softened with a warm, hazy glow. He leaned into your palm, into you, and murmured against your lips,  

“I don’t wanna take you home.” 

DWM MASTERPOST

MASTERLIST

[pototters]

26, 32, and 40

26. What are you craving right now?

SOMETHING BANANA FLAVORED. It's my favorite flavor of just about anything and it sounds sooooooo good right now. Ugh, but I have nothing. 🥺🥺🥺

32. What is your favorite color?

Dark purple! Really dark purple!

40. Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

Yes, I have. I've been skinny dipping a couple of times when I was younger and weighed significantly less than I do now. 👀

[shoutaaizawas]

For your underappreciated characters. Tokoyami and Koda are the 2 that come to mind. Host are best bois who deserve more love, especially Koda.

yesss i’ll add them to my list!! ty ty

[rouge-heichou]

I'm just kidding you deserve all the love ❤❤😍😍

omg no u khemz! 

[thewheezingwyvern]

Cupid’s Chokehold

Present Mic x F!Reader

Summary: You win the chance to meet your favorite Pro Hero and have an interview with him on his talk show. It comes as a surprise to both of you to discover that you both are soulmates.

Rating: M (not full smut but spicy)

Word Count: 5801

Kinks/Warnings: Yandere, Aphrodisiacs, Dubcon/Noncon, Kidnapping

Notes: This was a piece for the Secret Santa event on BNHarem. The person I was matched with was @liebste-kleine-dame​ ! Merry Christmas love! Some personal events lead to me having to make it shorter than I wanted but I hope you enjoy it! Banner edited by me on Canva. Background photo found there as well.

Tagging: @cherrycolabomb @dabilove27 @aly-insanity @khemz1312 @violeteyesandpurplehair @mattiekins @seigesinbin @winterpersimmons @xkatiex @thirstyforthem2dmen @katsontherun @hisoknen​ @lhcartoonist​ @tomurasprincess​ @trafalgar-temptress​ @venusastera​ @sickofyourbullshxt​ @nightlygiggless​ @shinsos-ho​   @kittygirl247 @whore-for-anime​ @sweet-darling91​ @king-bito​ @unmeiii @bealtaineneedscoffee​ @kyotanischewtoy​ @yandereloveraw​ @picklejuiceboba​ @kenmasdiscordkitty @aryjaa​ @meanshiggy​ @cinnamon-n-roses​ , @galair​ 

It was like it was out of a romance movie. When you first entered the small radio booth, Present Mic had been sitting across the table that had been jammed into the room. From the center branched several limbs of metal that connected to their own microphone, a set up that could accommodate up to three people in addition to Mic. Acoustic foam and various expensive equipment blanketed across the table and walls but it only served as the perfect backdrop for the Pro Hero.

The pictures really did not do him justice. Mic was a bit unconventional in his normal style but that didn’t make him any less attractive. But one thing that a photo just could not capture was the passionate energy that hummed around him. Even through the speakers he had the ability to help stoke the fires of people’s enthusiasm. In person, his presence was electric, even though he was seated when you first saw him.

His hair was like spun sunshine and it looked softer in person than in the pictures you had seen of him. And his eyes were far more intense in person as well. Verdant and nearly glowing, those jewels sparkled and held a gleam like envy. The leather jacket was also an amazing fit for his shoulders, highlighting the lean lines of him that his hero work had forged. And his smile was vivid. Bright enough that a single spark from the birth of a star had settled in his lips.

That grin flashed brighter as he gave a throaty chuckle, “Man, I’m a lucky guy! Smart, charming and pretty? And you’re one of my Listeners? I’m jealous of whoever gets to be your soulmate! So? You found them yet? Bet you could light up a whole room by yourself!”

You ducked your head bashfully, cheeks growing hot with the compliment, “No light shows yet, Mic. I’m probably going to end up being one of those people who never had one or finds theirs.”

It had been stated like a joke but even the humor could not ease the jab that you felt in your chest. Some people are born without a soulmate but no one really knew why. That you could live with. The one that really worried you was having one but never finding them. The loneliness that those people felt were immeasurably deep. The far off center of a blackhole that swallowed up everything until they were spit back up a husk and longing. Some would fall to depression, physical illness or even addiction. There were times that it could be managed with medication and therapy but they would always have that one piece of them that could never be full.

In a dramatic display, Mic clapped his hands over his ears, “Heyyy stop that. My sensitive ears can’t take you saying something like that!”

“W-well sometimes it happens, you know?”

“What’s that, Listener? Sorry I can’t hear you right now, I’m trying to keep my ears from having an allergic reaction!”

“An allergic reaction?” you asked with mild amusement.

“Yeah! I’m allergic to hearing pretty things like you being down on themselves when they’re awesome!”

“I thought you said you couldn’t hear me?”

“I cAAAN’T”

Present Mic used that moment to unleash his Quirk. The force and power of his voice was enough to make the table shake and you were surprised that you didn’t hear the high pitched squeal from the microphone feedback. But this was his studio, and on more than one occasion he had let his Quirk free so not only had his crew spent a massive amount of time streamlining the equipment, Mic had spent even longer getting a fine enough control over his Quirk that he could drop it on the air and not be too much for his fans.

Experiencing the power behind his voice in person was a very different experience than listening to it over your earphones. On the broadcast it was always a little boost that got you a little extra pumped for the day. But the real thing was much more. There was still that familiar rush of excitement that usually came after one of his shouts but along with it was the tingles and prickles on your skin. The power of his voice ascended beyond just the single sense of your hearing. Face to face with him, it has crested over into the realm of the physical, the amplified waves of his voice brushing along the shape of you.

“Wow….” you uttered out in awe, “I’ve heard you use your Quirk a lot on your broadcasts but actually experiencing it in person is so different…”

A pleased grin was his immediate response, followed by a shrug of his leather clad shoulders, “Heh it’s pretty great, right? You should see me when I do karaoke.”

“Hmmmm…” you cup your chin in your hand, feigning deep thought, “I don’t know...I’m pretty good too. I could probably wash you.”

A flicker of mischief caught flame in his deep emerald eyes as a smirk unfolded on his lips. Those bright jewels stared deep into you, alluring like a warm pine forest that called you to wander between its trees. The intensity of his stare was enough to make your cheeks grow hot again, a fluster rising from Mic’s close attention on you.

“Ohohoho? A challenger, huh? I might have to take you up on that sometime! But for now, Listeners, that’s all the time we have for today. Thanks for tuning in and thanks to my gorgeous guest here for coming on the air with me tonight. See you guys on the flipside and GOOOD NIGHT!”

The powerful roil of his voice cascaded over you again, teasing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand at attention. You could feel your heart thumping out a quick staccato against your ribs and your breathing coming in soft pants. The blend of both adrenaline and anticipation making your head swim.

“That...that was so much fun.” you told him breathlessly.

The hero slouched back in his chair with a satisfied grin, shooting you an enthusiastic finger gun, “It was! That was one of my best airs yet! You were great, Listener!”

“Thanks…” you said bashfully, “I can’t believe I won that drawing to get on the air with you. You’re one of my favorite heroes!” that was when you rose from your chair, “I don’t want to be weird or anything but...could I maybe get a hug before I leave?”

Mic found everything about you in that moment adorable, “How can I refuse a face like that? C’mere!”

The voice hero was on you in an instant, folding you up into a tight hug. The embrace had your face nestled into his chest, the supple scent of leather flooding your nose pleasantly. For a few moments there was nothing but you and the warm embrace of your favorite hero. Then the next, a pleasant heat thrummed along your skin, slowly building until a light was swelling to send white spots dancing in your vision. Mic abruptly pushed you back so you were kept an arms length away, his hands still gripping your shoulders.

Corner to corner, the walls were washed in a cozy blend of amber and golden light that pulsed in time with your heartbeats. Present Mic was staring at you in wide-eyed awe, as if it was his first time ever truly seeing you. Stunned silence. Both of you almost didn’t even dare to breathe for fear of the entire scene being nothing more than a wild prank. The way everything was unfolding was like it was out of a book. You couldn’t even believe that it was real..

But the brilliant glow that radiated from your chests wasn’t the most enrapturing part. Magazines, books, art, music and all forms of media have tried and failed to adequately capture the emotional shift that twisted around two soulmates when they finally touched. Any attempt that you had ever seen or heard fell impossibly short. Like if someone thought they could capture the essence of the ocean with a single tablespoon of salt water. There weren't enough words in any spoken or written language that could possibly bring it to life. It wasn’t a “completion” as some liked to say. No it was an elevation, like you both had been lifted even higher beyond yourselves and could drown in eachother’s awe.

The feeling was intense and overwhelming, swallowing you up in a giddy high that also threatened to drown you completely. So many different corners of yourselves being tugged in opposite directions you both felt ready to burst. Time was not a concept either of you could grasp but at some point you became aware of the glow fading and your mind floating back to where it needs to be. When his own senses had fully returned, Mic was staring at you with wonder.

“I knew you’d be able to light up a whole room by yourself.”

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As it turns out, Mic was really damn good at karaoke. Which didn’t come as a surprise to you but you hadn’t quite expected him to be at the level he was. And naturally he knew so many American songs but he was particularly enthusiastic about the band Journey. If you’d had any doubts, the blonde hero quickly put them to rest with his emphatic performance of “Don’t Stop Believin’!”.

“Strangers waitin’

Up and down the boulevard!

Their shadows

Searchin’ in the night!

Streetlights, people

Livin’ just to find emotion

Hidin’ somewhere in the night!”

The harmony of the synths, guitar and keyboard melded together in a wave of 80s nostalgia only further enhanced by Mic’s vocals. Though there was plenty of space for Yamada to sit down (the space next to you was particularly missing him), he couldn’t contain his exuberance and was on his feet as soon as the song had started. You stopped swirling your cocktail when he turned abruptly to you, holding out a hand for you to take and gesturing for you to come join him. He offered a wide grin when you shook your head and demurred, embarrassment overflowing from every shift in your seat and fidget with your hands.

“Come on, baby!” he laughed into the microphone, taking your hand anyways, “Dance with me!”

Yamada left you no choice but to hastily abandon your alcohol on a table before he pulled you up to him. This wasn’t a song that was easy to dance to, but the pro hero was quickly satisfied when you would rock and sway to the beat, allowing him to occasionally twirl you while still holding your hand. While you were fighting through some of your embarrassment, Mic could feel his heart squeeze whenever you spun for him. Or whenever you laughed bashfully. Or when the lights hit your eyes just right. And they always seemed to be landing just right on you. When he had first seen you, he thought you were gorgeous but since the connection took hold, every move you made was its own visual symphony to him.

“Workin’ hard to get my fill

Everybody wants a thrill!

Payin’ anything to roll the dice

Just one more time!”

It was like a gamble for him everytime he dared to blink. Yamada had been convinced he would never find you, his soulmate, always doomed to feel that empty void that he tried to fill with music and sound. Drown out the voices of doubt and fear and they can’t really speak to you in the first place. Every blink or moment he dared to look away was one he worried you would be gone the moment he looked back. His gloved hand squeezed yours tightly.

“Some will win

Some will lose

Some were born to sing the blues!

Oh the movie never ends

It goes on and on, and on, and on!”

The pulse of the music had led you to roll yourself up in his arm, nestling against his chest perfectly. Hizashi’s heart stuttered again and this time, his voice wavered with it. The first time he had embraced you, his world had frozen in time as the soulmate bond took root between you two. But there in that sleek private karaoke room, you both were fully present and he was able to drink in every feeling. Holding you close, gravity felt more like a suggestion rather than a law. He could have floated there in your orbit, a swollen moon that beamed its light with glee until the sun grew cold.

When he held you that close, he could feel your hearts beating in time, falling away from their own rhythms to intertwine with one another. Every moment meshed up perfectly, puzzle pieces falling into place where they were always meant to be. Where you were always meant to be. Mic squeezed you tighter, as if he were worried you would slip away from him. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling deeply of the perfume you had spritzed on for the evening. The coarse hairs of his moustache whispered at your skin along with the tease of his hot breath.

“You make it hard for me to keep my head on straight, baby.” Hizashi told you in a low voice, pressing his mouth to your throat, “You’re so damn gorgeous.”

You turn your head so you can stare up into his enchanting emerald eyes, “Why would I want you to do that?” you asked him with a playful tone but the nervous quiver couldn’t quite be kept out of your voice.

The pro hero chuckled and nuzzled his face against you before pressing a sensuous kiss to your neck, “I can get pretty wild…”

“It’s part of your charm.” letting out a quiet sigh at the feel of his lips whispering along your skin.

The arm that held you squeezed tighter at your reply. It was a possessive gesture but you didn’t mind in the slightest. Hizashi reveled in the feel of your body relaxing against his, nearly melting against him. The first taste of your surrender to him was heavenly and far more perfect than he ever could have imagined. It suddenly dawned on him that he had no idea how he had gone so long without you, gone so long with that gaping hole in his chest that he didn’t even know just how big it had been.

And that had him filling with dread, the intrusive thought of you vanishing from his life forever, opening it’s cruel jaws and swallowing his heart. And that greedy bite would take away more than what he had, leaving his chest as nothing but a home for dust, cobwebs and memories of what could have been. But the two of you were soulmates and if he felt this way, Hizashi was sure that you must too. Right?

You turned your head to the side so you could meet his gaze and it was enough to knock the breath out of him. With the music of the karaoke still rolling, choired voices singing “Don’t stop believin’.” twisting until they were little more than an echoed backdrop to the scene. Calling your eyes a color was not enough to him and failed to capture even a spark of what he could see in their depths. There was a warmth to them, like a cup of hot coffee to hold close on a winter day, a comfort to cling to. And Hizashi knew that you were worth clinging to.

“Careful…” he told you in a low murmur, verdant green boring into you, “Make me fall too hard too quick and I may start to get jealous from others just looking at you.”

Any retort that hard started bubbling up on your lips was silenced abruptly by a kiss from him. It was a gesture that strayed far from innocent intentions but had yet to cross into the borders of intoxicating sexual desire. No this was a kiss muddled with a possessive need, butterflies churning in your gut and a fear that you would be taken away. This was a brush of hot coals to your nerves, a smoulder that could last for hours and it easily stoked the flames of your confidence. Hizashi’s intensity, passion and note of possessive nature made you feel wanted and attractive.

That was the kind of kiss that you could get behind.

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Hizashi’s personality was not the only bold and colorful thing about him. It wasn’t anything like a sprawling mansion but it was very spacious and had plenty of room to stretch out. The extra room allowed him the liberty to step away from more traditional Japanese furnishing that was designed to be both stylish and utilize the space as optimally as possible. And he had elected to have his home inspired from the american 60s retro look. Funky patterned wallpaper could be found as at least an accent wall in nearly every room. There was an abundance of fire engine reds, toasty oranges, deepened yellows that fell just shy of being called dark gold and plenty of accents of dark tan, creamy white and even black.

Even his refrigerator was that bright red and on it’s own it helped bring a lot of life to the kitchen. The living room even had a shag rug that was settled beneath the old coffee table. And you had noticed that Hizashi had more than a few lava lamps around the home, which seemed to suit him well. There was one wall in nearly every room barring the kitchen lavished with vinyl records, many of them in frames and there were many more posters of various bands in many different cultures. Some were even blazoned with the tell tale streak of sharpie marker, twisting into distinct autographs though you weren’t familiar with most of them.

“Wow.” you sighed in between bites of the savory unagi and steamed rice, “You are a man of many talents. If this is how you cook normally then you may have to throw me out yourself.”

Hizashi offered a large grin, delight dancing deep in those forest eyes, “It really gets me jazzed up that you like it!. I made it special for you!” the point of his chin settled into the palm of his hand, elbow propped up against the table, “And I’d never throw you out! You can stay forever.”

A moment of silence passed over you. Once you had watched some sort of gymnastic performance video clip on social media with a friend.. The set had been incredibly well executed, packed with hand springs, somersaults, rolls and flips with perfect accuracy. Almost. The gymnast had performed everything flawlessly until she fumbled her landing on the final somersault and staggered across the mat. She didn’t fall but the mistake pulled her victory out of her grasp. That performance was how Hizashi’s reply had felt. Every syllable and inflection was with perfect enthusiasm and inflection. Until the word ‘forever’. It landed just a little wrong, not a complete wipe out but enough that it had your brows knitting together for a moment.

You told yourself you were reading too much into it and set back to enjoying your food.

“We only just met a few weeks ago.” you laughed softly, “You aren’t sick of me yet?”

It had been told as a joke and as a way to push off some of the uncomfortable churning in your gut you had from just a few moments prior. But Hizashi took that question with the utmost seriousness. The mischief faded quickly, his blonde brows drawing together and his mouth twisting into a frown. While you didn’t know it, Mic felt a powerful pulse of anger in his chest at that joke. Who had made you feel like that? Who had gotten that thought into your pretty head that you could be anything other than a joy? He quickly reached out his hand and took your wrist in his grasp, pulling your arm towards him.

“Never.” he told you in a soft tone you were shocked he dipped down to.

Warm lips pressed soft kisses to your fingertips, not a single one left out on your hand. Hizashi’s mouth met your palm then, the hairs of his moustache tickling pleasantly against your skin. Warmth curled inside of your chest, wrapping around your heart in a way that made your breath hitch in your chest. His blonde hair was down tonight and he looked way more attractive, silken spun sunshine sweeping down his back and shoulders. It brushed against your knuckles as he guided your hand forward more so he could press his cheek into your warm palm.

All thoughts of the ominous comment of staying forever was swiftly blown away from you, scattered like dandelion seeds in a hard wind and carried off to take root somewhere else. Instead affection and tenderness grew inside of your chest, a pleasant sigh escaped you. Hizashi then peppered the sensitive skin of your inner wrist with fleeting kisses, lavishing the very pulse of your life with the swelling of his love that he had lost control over.

“You’re my soulmate.” he murmured to you, pressing his face even more against your hand, “And I will never get sick of you. Baby, you don’t seem to know just how amazing it was to find you.” Forest fern eyes squeezed shut as he clung to you, “When some of my friends started finding their soulmates, leaving me as one of the few I knew who hadn’t. I thought I’d never find mine. Or worse, I started to think maybe I just wouldn’t have one at all, that there really wasn’t a match for me or that I wasn’t good enough for one.”

“Mic…” you whispered softly, almost painfully as you drank up the worries and fears he was offering you.

“Please….” The ridge of his nose grazed along your skin as he turned his face just a little more into your hand. Those verdant eyes opened and flicked to the side before staring deeply into your own, “Hizashi…Call me Hizashi.”

You nodded breathlessly, feeling your heart skip in your chest. It was faster than you had expected but you weren’t upset. But across the table you had no idea what kind of storm was building inside of the pro hero. Since the connection the whispers of doubt and fears that you would be taken from him or that you wouldn’t feel the same way tormented him with increasing intensity with every day that passed. And when you obliged, letting his name fall from your lips, it was possibly one of the best sounds he’d ever heard. His name had never sounded better than when it graced your lips and tongue.

“I never thought I’d find you, angel. And I didn’t think I’d be lucky enough to have someone so gorgeous. Shit…Guess that’s why it scares me too. That somehow you’ll just be…gone. Like maybe the bond only attached in me and not in you-that does happen sometimes. Or something will take you away. Or someone.” Hizashi screwed his eyes shut against a tidal wave of memories and trauma from his hero work washing over him, “Do you know just how many villains and criminals are in this city? And not even the small time guys. They’d fuck you up. Someone could follow you home, even. Your lock isn’t very good and it could easily be picked and that could be the end of everything.”

Nausea slammed almost bodily into you, like you had been hit by a truck, “Hizashi….how do you know what kind of lock I have?”

Silence.

But this was more than just quiet. The room had become more than just the absence of sound in that moment. The vacuum of realization and fear had opened its gaping mouth to swallow up everything. You couldn’t even breathe as you stared at him and watched as he locked his gaze onto yours. Glimmering green darkened then, pulling a strangled gasp from you and a tug of your arm. The hero would not let go.

“H-how do you know that?” you asked again, louder this time and rising from your chair.

Hizashi rose with you, pulling his face away from your palm but still keeping a firm grip on your wrist, “You’re my soulmate. I had to make sure you stayed safe.”

It was a statement made as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. And to him it was. Naturally he had to see where you lived so he could keep an eye on crime in the area. And he had to see just how secure your home was and he had been frightfully disappointed when he found that the locks were pitiful and would hardly be able to keep out anyone who had basic lock picking skills.

“By following me?!” your voice rose in pitch, fear starting to sink its claws into you, “Are you crazy?! Let me go, I’m going home!”

“No.”

Hizashi’s voice was short and firm. It was a voice you would use more on an unruly child than someone you were dating. But the hero had to take charge. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to you and he wasn’t going to let you run from him to hide in that apartment that would never keep you safe. When you gave another tug on your arm, he responded with a pull of his own after stepping away from the table. Because of all the time he spent in the studio and broadcasting, it had been easy to forget that he was still a Pro hero who did field work. And that made him much stronger than you.

You were gathered up against his chest, both of his arms wrapping around you to keep you imprisoned against him. As you struggled to get free, you could feel his musculature again and feel that he wasn’t exerting all that much force to keep you restrained. The blonde noticed that you realized you wouldn’t be able to break free so instead you opened your mouth to let out a scream for help in the hopes of rescue. Despite the circumstances, Hizashi couldn’t help but give in to a temptation that appeared before him.

A hand tangled into your hair and pulled firmly, mixing your scream with a pained cry before he crushed his lips to yours. The kiss easily swallowed up any pleas for help that you had tried to release and soon his tongue was delving to explore you.. Even at a time like this, Mic made sure to lavish you with his best and most breath-taking touches, swallowing up your whimpers which shuddered down into moans before his ardor. He was persistent enough that your head grew fuzzy and the apartment spun dangerously around you. For a delirious moment, it was like he had kissed you passionately enough to make you dizzy.

“No one will hear you.” Hizashi told you breathlessly, “When I bought this house I made sure to have it equipped with soundproofing materials. With my Quirk I wanted to make it so I wouldn’t do much damage or wake up any neighbors.”

Your mouth felt desert dry, the surface of your tongue almost like sandpaper. When you swayed dangerously on your feet, the voice hero held you, keeping you steady and upright. Thinking in complete sentences became harder and harder as your head seemed to fill up with cotton.

“What did you,” you slurred out, “do to me?”

“Shhh, don’t fight it, angel.” a hand cradled the back of your head, “Just relax. Sleep….”

Every thought that could have taken flight turned to lead, dropping sharply out of your grasp. There was nothing that you could grab hold of to keep any one thought tethered to you. Soon everything was almost weightless. Drifting on a floating current of Hizashi’s hands, the world was fading away from you when he lifted you into his arms. The last thing you were aware of was his mouth pressing against yours in a final kiss.  

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It had never really been his style to sit in silence and think. That was an activity he had always left to Aizawa and then Hizashi would take the chance to disturb him as a form of amusement. But as he cradled your unconscious body in his arms, he found himself indulging in it and allowing every inch of you to entrance him. The shape of your mouth alone was bewitching, silently pleading with him to taste you or compose symphonies for him to pull from those delectable lips.

Hizashi tightened his hold on your frame before setting off towards the place he would be keeping you for a long time: his furnished basement.

This was where he had set up his room, the furthest down from his neighbors and also the very space he had invested the most into sound proofing. The hazards of his Quirk were already strong enough, but in a space he was more likely to have his own play time and partners? It was a guarantee that things would be much louder, particularly since Hizashi adored making his partners scream their pleasure.

When he set you down on the bed, he took a moment to study your prone form once more. Fingertips drew roadmaps along the edges of your body, carefully tracing every curve and bend for him to memorize. The column of your throat was an open invitation for him to kiss, to grab, to feel the flicker of your pulse beneath his hand. The steady rise and fall of your chest was a siren’s call and the swell of your thighs was a warm welcome back home. You were so fucking perfect.

“And all mine…” he said in a hoarse whisper, looping the length of shibari rope around your wrists before tying them to his headboard.

The drug he had fed you wouldn’t keep you completely unconscious for long, but it would be long enough to ensure you wouldn’t be running away from him. And long enough for him to move to the next step of his plan. A pack of ammonia smelling salts was waiting on his bedside table along with a small bottle filled with a pale blue liquid. Hizashi shifted so he was straddling your hips before opening the bottle and taking a small mouthful. The smelling salts had a strong enough stench to make his eyes water but they did the job that they needed to do and started rousing you from unconsciousness.

“Mmmm…Hiza….shi?” you murmured sleepily, eyes barely open and glazed over.

The warmth of your skin welcomed him gladly as he leaned over you, lowering his golden head until he captured your lips in another kiss. Your head would still be foggy, suspended in a state of consciousness but not fully coherent or alert. And it was that state that allowed him to plunge his tongue into your mouth and let the new concoction he held in his mouth flow down into yours.

“Good girl.” he whispered against your soft lips when you swallowed, “That’s my good girl.”

“Where am I?” came your quiet and lethargic voice.

Hizashi saw fit to answer you with another kiss feeding you another mouthful of the pale blue liquid. A moan curled around your tongue and in the back of your throat when he lingered, stealing more time to kiss you and to glide his hands along your torso. He damn near lost his control when he pulled back and you gave a sleepy whine in complaint.

“Safe.” the zipper on the front of your cute black dress winked at him temptingly, “With me.” Slowly, those dexterous fingers of his worked it down until the fabric of your dress was nothing but another stretch of cloth beneath you. Hizashi whistled lowly, “Damn babe…did you wear this for me?”

Even drowsy, you squirmed weakly in embarrassment, your skin growing warm quickly, “Yeah…..’Zashi? Wh-what’s hap-”

The question was cut short again, the hero slowly slipping another sip of his potion, the last little bit he had to give you. And just like before, you swallowed it, brows furrowed in confusion. Hizashi greedily soaked in the moment, knowing that eventually you were going to remember everything and he wanted to savor you soft, submissive and subdued beneath him. The sight of you, his perfect angel, tied to his bed and clad in an erotic lingerie ensemble with the prettiest lace had that possessive feeling in his chest tighten.

“Soul mate bonds are deepened after sex and intimate moments.” A single finger traced a path down your throat before dragging slowly along the edge of the bra cup before settling a hand over your breast to knead, “I’m going to make you love me.”

There was the tiniest flicker of understanding in your eyes as you soaked in what he said before you swallowed thickly, “What’d you make me drink?”

A soft smile crossed on his lips, his other hand giving a squeeze to your neglected breast. Heat rose up to your skin, like it had been called by his touch. And with the rising of that intense warmth came the sinking of your head, lolling back as you uttered out another soft moan. Hizashi felt his erection throb almost painfully in response.

“Something to help you.” came his almost comforting whisper, “An aphrodisiac. You’ll hate me but you’ll learn.” A tender kiss was pressed to the line of your jaw, “One day you’ll forgive me. Just like one day you’ll love me.”

Hizashi shifted so the length of his body was pressed against yours, nestling his still clothed erection against you, right between your legs. A frightened whimper was the reply you gave him before he crashed his mouth back down onto yours, hips rocking once against you in need. With the power of two different drugs coursing through your system, resistance was nothing more than the last embers of a dying fire trying to rekindle to flame.

No matter how much you squirmed or struggled, you were his and he wasn’t going to let you go. Present Mic had a taste of the nectar and heaven that the bond could have offered him and it was enough to have him drowning in it. Soulmates. It was a foundation that most built their fantasies on and dreamed away, waiting to be whisked away into their ideal romance. But too few ever really talked about the uglier side.

We aren't always brought together by that little red thread. Sometimes we're strangled by it.

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The Artist and His Majesty | Chapter 2 | 18+

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒿𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓎  2 / 5 | fantasy au.

chapter 0 , 1,  3 

pairings: yandere! emperor! shigaraki x female! reader. 

↪ for chapter 2: [shigaraki x reader x hawks]  | tenko shimura x female reader x keigo tamaki 

warnings: [series] dubcon, exhibitionism, size difference, degradation, masturbation, bondage, reader is also kind of delusional, death, violence (not on reader). (there are more but i can’t think right now.]

↪ for chapter 2: noncon/ dubcon, name calling, threesome, mild violence 

summary: you come to the big city in hopes of starting your career as an artist but things take a shocking turn when you’re recruited as the court painter for the royal palace.

↪ for chapter 2: shigaraki tenko finds out about the little lie you told him earlier and plans your punishment with adding your life long enemy, keigo tamako or better known as hawks, to the mix. 

wordcount.: 6k 

a/n: after so long! it’s great to be back, i finally completed this chapter. i will have to admit it’s a little sad, but don’t worry the next chapter will be very wholesome!

taglist: @awkward-confused , @shiggycumbucket, @shiggycansteponme, @biforshigaraki, @coolleviauchihadreamerlove , @thattallpan, @lemonzoey​, @winchescumberholland, @interstellarfairy, @shigaraki-is-my-master, @deathmemeiverse​, @bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love​, @nereida19​, @peach-child​ @khemz1312​, @stwbwwymilk, @no-post-ghost, @crazyweeb123​, @sangwoahbigbussy​, @touyasfatcock​ 

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Growing up, you always had a novel which you held closely to your heart and soul. It was a fairy tale written by an anonymous author, and you idolized every word written in it. 

It was a cheesy romance between a girl who lived far away in a little cabin surrounded by the forest and the first prince of the great Kingdom. It was a typical cliche, and the more you looked back at it, the more ordinary it became. But for some reason, you couldn’t help but fall in love with it every time you read the old, weary book. It had something magical about, something which made you feel at home. 

A story about a selfless, kind peasant girl and a rich, arrogant prince. The prince meets the girl and sees a side of humanity no one has ever shown him in his expensive palace.

 It’s not too long before he falls for her, there’s a little bit of drama as the prince and the girl struggle with their differences, but in the end it all pays off. The girl lives happily married with the prince in the palace, and now, the prince has been ridden of his ego and rebirths as an angel. 

Happy endings are not real, you come to find that out later in life, but still, you can’t help comparing your life to the silly girl’s in the novel. 

There’s a lot of differences, the girl lived in a cabin in the woods, you grew up in a sheltered home. You are kind, but not completely selfless. You know how to fight for yourself. More or less, and you also consider yourself mature and not...naive. That’s not all though, there is no rude prince who comes for you. The man you want is an Emperor. Shigaraki is no prince with an inflated ego. To look at it, there’s still a mountain full of differences. But just thinking about them is depressing. 

Your name rings through the large corridors loudly as you see a tall, hefty man running trough and heading towards the garden where you sat comfortably. You look up from your sketchbook, taking a minute to stare and recognize the man charging towards you. He calls out to you again. 

This time, you stand up and squint at his direction. You immediately recognize the man: Jin Bubaigawara or better known as Twice. (A beloved nickname given to him by you and your peers) 

You walk outside the garden where he stops and takes a moment to catch his breath. 

“What’s wrong? Jin?” you ask, your eyebrows furrowed. “His Highness-” he speaks between gasps, “he wants you to paint something he saw,” 

The Emperor? You think to yourself, your heart beating faster with butterflies starting to dance in your stomach. Shigaraki wanted to see you? He called for you? Bashful thoughts started to roam into your mind but you quickly shoved them away, focusing on the task at hand. 

“What does he want to paint?” you timidly ask, 

“How the fuck do I know?” 

“He wants you to paint a bird, hurry!” 

You choose to ignore his hostility since you knew that’s just who he was. That was exactly why he had the nickname ‘Twice’. 

You started following him, “Your materials have already been prepared. Just go and do your thing,” 

“Walk faster! How slow are you?” 

“Sorry I did not mean that!” 

“Yes I did!!”

An evil laugh escaped his lips. You sighed, reassuring Jin it was alright and that nothing was taken seriously as he kept beating himself over his inconsiderate counterpart. 

“How much longer is it going to take for that silly little painter to arrive? This poor bird wants to leave.” 

Shigaraki looked down his hair at the pretty blue bird which sat in a cage, hanging off a well polished table. 

“I sent Jin to bring her over, give it a few more seconds, Your Highness,” Shigaraki hummed and sat back in silence. During his hourly walks he had seen a beautiful bird. 

It was a petite, round bird with a golden neck and a black tail. Its eyes glowed red, mesmerizing the Emperor completely, capturing with its love spell. Shigaraki had managed to get a hold of the bird, now, all he needed was a painting of it which he could hang in his personal chambers. He had no intentions of keeping the bird caged whatsoever, he was patiently waiting for you to arrive.

“The young artist, what do you think of her?” Kurogiri asked from beside him.

Your name echoed in his head, what did he think of you indeed. He didn’t think much of you, guaranteed he thought you were a wonderfully gifted artist- but that was it. He thought of you as a mere plaything, a toy. He could do whatever he wanted to you, and you'd take it. He thought you were naive and a pathetic little puppy. You were lucky you had a pretty face. 

“Better than the last one,” Shigaraki answered. He turned around and faced the black mist, 

“Kurogiri, I need your help.” 

When you arrived, you were met with a pretty bird trapped in a cage. A herd of painting supplies were gathered on a table, where you were expected to paint. You liked working in your studio but, time to time, the outside wasn’t so bad. 

“Hey,” a sickeningly familiar voice called out and you felt your soul get sucked out your body. You looked out for the horrible devil who called you, a wicked smirk forming on his face when he noticed your face pale. 

“Your Highness,” you greeted courteously even as your stomach dropped. Tenko stood in front of you, his hands tucked into his pockets, leaning by the poles. 

You were out in another garden, standing all alone with a demon cornering you. 

He stared at you for a minute before he spoke, a click of his tongue and he continued.

 “Your stuff is there, start painting. What’s taking you so long?” you flinched at his harshness. Without wasting a second, you sat down and picked up your pencil, rushing to work. You felt Tenko’s presence creep behind you but you decided to ignore it, focusing on your sketch instead. 

You stare at the little blue bird, its spell successfully capturing you too in its bound. You feel a sense of calm take over you, the more you look at it. The pretty golden neck, the pitch black wings, and its eyes are what compels you the most. Crimson, tearing away at the layers of your very existence, trying to find the real you. Your fears, your weakness, your secrets so all that’s left for it is to tear you down.

Those little red, beady eyes were deadly. They were just like the Emperors’. 

“That is a Cryia,” involuntarily turning your head at the source of the voice, you are met with the matching set of deep red eyes. Tenko looks at you foundly as he speaks, there’s a slight joyful glint in his eyes.

 “Don’t stare at it for too long. Especially its eyes, that is a magical creature.” he turns to the caged bird. 

“Believe it or not, it sucks human blood. It lures its bait by capturing them with its beauty, making them feel lost by its ethereal presence. It traps you in a magic spell, quite literally, making you feel like..” the more Tenko talks about the Cryia trapped in the cage, the brighter his face dances. 

Who knew little Tenko was so interested in birds? 

“It makes you feel incomplete, a common and easy illusion. You come closer and closer to it, and exactly you come to capture it and take it home,” he pauses for the dramatics. 

His hand swings on the edge of the table, landing with a sharp bang. It startles you and the bird, you flinch again, your pencil dragging off the canvas stretching an uneven line with it. 

“It attacks. And it's never alone, it comes with a flock. We were lucky to find this little guy, it was injured and separated from its people.” 

Tenko finishes while you scurry the eraser over the canvas, omitting your mistake. 

“Its injured?” you ask, concerned. 

The friendly, and warm aura which surrounded Tenko a second ago evaporated as he turned to you, his face stone cold once again. 

“That is not your problem, and thinking about it, the bird is kind of like you.” 

You frown, giving him a confused stare. 

“Are you stupid or something?” He does not give you time to answer as he starts his explanation. 

“Whores like you seduce men, take whatever they want and then leave the poor guy.” you sink on the little stool you were seated on as his glare towards you intensifies. For a moment there, you truly forgot how much of an asshole the youngest prince was. 

You choose not to reply as you dive back into your work. Tenko was not wrong, the bird had casted some spell, or it was at least trying too. You felt compelled to walk towards it and pet it, but you stopped yourself nevertheless. 

“Complete the painting by night, I’ll be back.” Tenko states before walking outside the gates of the garden. This spectacular collection of flowers and herbs was different, this was the Emperor’s personal garden. Nobody besides the royalty was allowed, you were honored to be able to sit and paint here. 

Trying not to lose your focus you set out to paint, the sun was still out and bright. Tenko had given till the evening, you hoped he would not come back to collect the painting. You hoped to see anyone else but him. 

A Cryia’s eyes glowed in the dark, that was the first thing you noticed after the sun had set and the moon flew over to take cover. Even with the numerous lanterns lit around the garden, the red, glowing eyes stood out the brightest. 

You had completed the painting, just in time. 

The metal door of the entrance creaks slightly as someone basks it open. You turn your heads, praying it is not the familiar black-haired prince you’ve come to despise. 

The gate opens, revealing a man. He’s not that tall but his build is sturdy, he has golden hair styled perfectly to match his structured face. He wears a black cotton t-shirt with matching black pants, the night is dark but his golden, amber-ish eyes glow beautifully in the dark.

You’re relieved to see he’s not the demon you were dreading, but he’s no one better. 

Keigo or more affectionately, Hawks, stares at with an intense glare across the small garden. 

“Did you complete it?” he’s straightforward, cutting right to the point. You nod and turn to the painting, he stares at the moderate sized canvas, scanning your artwork. He says nothing and turns to you, 

“Take it inside, follow me.” you don’t question as you start behind. The lesser you’d have to speak to him, the better. “Shi- Prince Tenko,” he corrects himself with a fake cough. 

“He wants to see you,” he says. You sigh internally, it was happening again. The bastard was going to violate you again, while you would have no way to defend yourself. Your mouth sinks as an immediate urge to vomit falls over you. 

“Actually, can I go to the bathroom once,” you ask, stopping in your tracks. Keigo clicks his tongue, annoyed. 

“Fine, just give me the painting.” He snatched the colorful piece from you, rather rudely and set off. “Just remember we’re in my studio,” he says leaving you behind. 

You reroute down to the nearest washroom, calming yourself down. Washing your face with freezing cold water, you take deep breaths. You didn’t want to go into the damned room but you had no choice, and even in such deep waters, you had an optimistic thought that you could swim right back up. Tenko was in Keigo’s studio. Keigo was most certainly going to stay there too, it was his workspace. There was no way he would do lewd things to you in the presence of another person!? But again, with a man as cruel as Tenko there was no guarantee. 

Thus, you made a plan. You go into that room, deliver the painting and leave. You don’t stay there a second longer, you don’t venture under Tenko’s gaze a moment tighter.

 Escape as fast as you can. 

After spending a good amount of time in the women’s room, you leave heading towards the artist’s floor. The entire story just consisted of two rooms. A studio for you, and another for the Royal Designer. 

You knocked on the heavy wooden door, faintly. Almost hoping the residents inside don’t even notice. It would be another excuse to leave, you were not granted the permission inside. But to your misfortune, the door opened with Kei go peering right into your scared, little eyes. 

“Took you long enough.” Tenko's voice cleared through the room, making your heart beat faster out of fear. 

“What were you doing down there?” Kiego asked, you choose to ignore answering the question as you entered the room. Tenko sat in a big chair, in front of a huge desk.  The chair  looked comfortable. You presumed it was Keigo’s, you had a similar chair in your workspace. 

“Did you like the painting, Your Highness?” you asked. 

Tenko stared at the painting which was presented in front of him. He stared long and hard before answering. 

“It’s not bad.” 

You bit your lip, relieved. Those nonchalant words were the highest form of appreciation you were going to receive from him, a sense of calamity washed over you. At last he was satisfied. 

You quietly averted yourself back to the door, seeking to leave. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” A frown forms over the Prince’s face as he watches you wander away. 

“I thought I should take my leave..” you swallow nervously, stepping back into the room with small, hesitant steps. 

“Stay.” Tenko orders. 

Keigo pushes you further into the room, his hand landing on your waist. You turn back to glare at him, shoving his hand away. 

“So,” The black-haired prince begins, “You’ve known each other for a long time, haven't you?” 

You throw Keigo a side glance as he starts to answer. 

“Yes we have,” he says, looking straight forward. 

Tenko gets off the huge chair, stalking towards the large windows decorating the room. He peers outside, examining the dimly lit estate. 

“Sit down, both of you. Make yourselves comfortable. We are the same age, you know? I think we should learn to get along,” 

In the reflection of the glass, you could see him smile with closed eyes. Tenko waited for a moment, expecting both of you to sit. The hesitance and the tension spilled into the atmosphere as the previous smile turned into an upside frown. 

“Sit.” he ordered again. 

Tenko was one of a kind. He was brought up with everything presented to him within an arm’s reach. He was a selfish child wrapped inside the body of a man. He was difficult to deal with and a burden to have around.

 Tenko was a lot similar to Shigaraki when he was a teenager, perhaps Tenko was an escape for the Emperor to behave as he wishes again. To not care about what the people have to say, act before he can think- all muddled up in the name of a young man who didn’t know any better, it was a wonderful way to start trouble but never take the blame. And he was persistent to abuse his power till the very end. 

He saw the way you and Keigo sank down on the spare chairs uncomfortably, neither of you wanted to be here. But that was not his problem, His Highness was bored, he wanted something to kill the lazy train of nothing. 

So naturally, he thought he would go torment his little, cute painter. His favorite toy. 

He remembered how the last time you had lied straight to his face, faking your innocence and purity. You had told him you were a pure angel, who had never committed such a horrible sin. What a big liar had his precious painter turned o9ut to be!? 

This was your punishment. 

He called out your name, dragging it painfully slow on his tongue, filling you up with anticipation. 

“Are you a virgin?” he asked, shamelessly. 

He turned back to his audience, their faces pale as if they had seen a ghost. He was not an idiot, he was not going to be so easy. 

He laughed.

“You don’t have to answer,” he turned to you. 

He shoved you a friendly smile but his eyes said a different story. They were dark, a shade deeper than his regular, bold vermilion eyes. He was up to something, something terrible. You could just feel it, why else would he ask a question like that in front of Keigo? 

“I…” he looked down  at his feet, his smile fell off his face. 

“I just have never had friends my age before, I don’t know what you people talk about. Even though I am an adult now, they still treat me like a child. Keep me trapped within these walls while my brother works hard for the nation. 

When I heard that there would be people my age working here, someone of respectable status, I got a little excited.” 

A blanket of silence fell over as both of you processed his words. Keigo was first to talk. 

“Prince Tenko, I am glad you think of me- us as friends,” Keigo held pride in his voice, grateful for  such recognition. Only complain, you were part of it too. 

Unlike Keigo, you were not buying this. You could believe Tenko was just showing off a kind side of him, he had to have had ulterior motives. He would just reveal them in time. 

You stood quiet, waiting for either of the two men to start talking again. You had no interests in joining their conversations. 

“So, are you a virgin?” he says your name. 

That damned Prince. 

You feel your cheeks heat up as you think of an answer. Should you be honest? Or should you lie so they could leave you alone, the last time you tried it, it didn’t work out. 

“I’ve never actually done it.” you answer. It’s not a lie, you’ve never had your cunt stuffed with cock. You’ve been around it, doing everything but getting to the third base. 

You just...want to save it for the right one. 

Tenko doesn’t buy it. Neither does Keigo, his eyebrow picks up as he starts to suspect. 

On campus, he had seen you run around with so many men. There was no way you haven't fucked them, you were the town whore. The town whore who has been a virgin the entire time? Impossible. 

“Do you want to try it?” Tenko smirks, you sink back on your seat growing visibly uncomfortable. 

A part of you hopes for Keigo to question the Prince, tell him the question is personal and inappropriate. But you know it’s a lost cause when he starts staring at you with the same threatening, peering eyes like Tenkos’. 

No one was going to save you. 

“I mean, it’s necessary.. To have children, y- you have too..” you struggle with your answer. 

Tenko hums. 

“What about you doing it with him?” He points to Keigo and your eyes go wide. The blonde head is placed in a similar situation, not believing the youngest prince’s words. 

“Your Highness?” he asks, the depth in his voice shaking with uncertainty. 

“Yes,

“I don’t see why not? You two have been friends since you were kids. If I had a person in my life like that, I would not miss upon that chance,” he kept on. 

“Besides, it feels good. And frankly, I want to see how it happens.

You can call me a man of science. Oh! How about you do it right here and right now!” 

Your throat dries. He was not being serious, was he? 

A wicked, evil smile enveloped his face. This had to be a joke. 

“Your Highness, you sure are hilarious,” Keigo was quick to change the topic. 

“Huh? You think this is a joke?” The prince scoffed, his grin just turning bigger. 

“Come on, do it! Have sex at front of me, your Royal Prince. I’m allowing it.” He watches fear take over your face, you beady, little eyes turning glassy as he scares you. He was having his sadistic fun, next time you would know better than to lie. 

He did not care about your relationship with Keigo, all he wanted to see was you crying. Humiliated, embarrassed and broken, this was just the start. 

Tenko walked up to you, pulling you by your bicep and pushing you towards Keigo. He stands behind you, folding your arms behind you, arching your back forward to present your tits to Keigo’s perverted eyes. 

“Your Highness, please don’t do this,” you plead, turning your head so you don’t face your childhood friend. 

“You’re awfully brave to beg now,” his hot breath hits your ear, leaving goosebumps down your body. 

“Lying sluts like you don’t get a choice,” he whispers. 

“What do you mean? You timidly ask. He chuckles in your ear, 

“The other day, you lied to him. You told him you were innocent and pure. Do you know how bad I felt, you completely forgot about me when it came to him. 

I found that so disrespectful, how could you do that?” His raging voice spits at you. 

 Keigo stared at the two of you in disbelief. He was in awe, he couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. The youngest prince of the nation turned to him, ordering him to fuck you. 

Keigo couldn’t lie to himself, many times he had gotten off to you, especially when he was younger. You were so hopeless and naive, so easy to mess around with. Sometimes, the only thought he had in his head was to push you down on your knees and stuff your face full of his cock. Back then, he didn’t think too much of it. He knew he would never actually do it and besides, you were a girl he had known his entire life. It was only natural for him to have such feelings for you. 

But now, he knew this was wrong. You were crying your pretty eyes out, begging him not to do it. 

This was bad, so bad, so wrong but.. Why was his dick getting hard? 

He felt his mouth water, as you begged and cried for Tenko to leave you alone, he found himself focused on the curve of your breast. They looked so inviting, puffed up and ready for him to grope onto. 

“He is my brother, of course he tells me such things.” Tenko whispered in your ear when you asked how he knew.

 “ You should be thanking me, you know? Tomura is very particular about who he chooses, if he knew you are whoring yourself out to anyone..” 

he looked over at Keigo who was still staring, his ease for too gone as he questioned his morals. Tenko knew the blonde was an honest man, breaking him would be a little more difficult. 

He chuckled darkly in your ear, “Who knows what he would do to you.” 

You watch his eyes glint a mischievous glow behind you, a smirk bestowed on his lips. His rough hand quickly comes to shove your face away, turning it back to Keigo and locking it in place. 

He captures you in place, he stands behind you with one hand interlocking your wrists behind you, almost crushing your bones, the other comes from behind your ear, holding your face and squeezing your tear stained cheeks to pull your head up so you don’t shy away. You look at your childhood friend in terror, you pray that he has not lost. You pray that Keigo isn’t that bad after all. 

His golden eyes are focused on the floor beneath him, he’s staring at his shoes wondering what will happen next. He knows he is not to disobey His Majesty, but can he really do it? Can he ruin you? 

He’s imagined this scenario before, where he fucks you mercilessly but, it is a lot different. He’s not as powerless and helpless as he is right now. He’s the only man in the room alone with you. 

Swallowing his pride, guilt and anger. He looks up back at you, you’re crying again. He knows this is wrong but he’s too far gone. He[‘s a man, he has his needs. 

His golden, mesmerizing eyes shine a shade darker as lust takes over his brain. He feels himself lose it, something snaps. 

He stalks closer to you, there’s rage settling in him. For a moment you think he’s going to help when he pulls you away from Tenko, grabbing onto your biceps and instantly throwing you to the floor. You squeal when your body hits the ground but you quickly get on your knees to run out of the room. You dare not look back at the two men hovering the room. 

But before you can get to the door, you feel a heavy, swift force push you to the ground face forward. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” It’s Keigo, he kicked you. He walks over to you, pushes his leg down on your back. His heavy shoe sole digs into your back as he pushes, inciting a pained cry. 

“Bitch,” he spits. 

Tenko frowns, he was aware about the rivalry between the two of you, he didn’t think Keigo out right hated you. Seeing him treat you so rough, he can’t help but overthink it. Was this punishment too harsh? 

“Tamaki, you are supposed to fuck her, not beat her.” He says loud and clear. 

There’s silence from Keigo, only sound in the room are your pained groans. 

“Oh I will,” he bends down, large hands gripping onto your head and pulling your hair. You squeal as your neck rises, Keigo glares down at you,

 “We have a history, your Majesty. I hate her.” He spits. 

“Tenko no, please don’t make him do this. I’m sorry! I will never do something like that ever again. Please, make it stop,” you cry from below him. 

Tenko feels his heart tighten as a rush of guilt overtakes him. He has the power to stop this mess, but it all happens too fast. He is frozen in place, all his authority turning into dust as he watched Keigo violate you. 

Keigo scoffs, he pulls you onto your feet by your hair.. Your hands shoot up to fight him away but he is persistent, he throws you over the big table standing in the middle of the room. 

“Fucking finally,” he rasps, his hand leaves your hair as it works over your shirt. He turns you around so you face him. He glares down at you, “don’t move if you don’t want to get hurt.” he warns before pulling out a pocket knife and stretching it over your shirt. 

He rips the white fabric, a sharp, untidy rip right down the middle of your shirt. You look up at him, your eyes still glossy and face stained with dried tears, your throat sores from all the crying and screaming. 

His hands settle on your naked waist, snaking up and down your torso. A big, bright malicious smirk played on his lips the entire time. He looks like he’s ready to feast, and his prey is you. 

The Hawk finally catches his victim, the shivering small rabbit- so weak she can’t even defend herself. She tries to run, tries to hide but she can’t, in the end the big, bad Hawks finally get. 

His veins surge with rage as he gropes you all over, all the untamed hate he has for you. For more than two years he had to play like your sweet, loyal subject while you treated him like complete shit. 

It all came back to him, the frustration, the anger and he was ready to take it all out on you. 

“Slut,” he says, his hands coming over to cup your bra and squeezing till the point it hurts. You squealed in pain but Keigo just laughed,

“You like that?” he asked, slapping your tits. He peeled off your bra from your chest, forcing your tits to bounce free.

 “Cute tits,” he remarks, pinching your nipples. He leans down, his hand leaves your chest and starts grazing your lips. Pushing his fingers between your parted lips he forces your jaw open. 

“Say, ‘aah’.” he coos, bringing his mouth closer to yours. You don’t struggle or fight, just obey him. 

He puckers his pink lips and spits into your mouth. His drool falls onto your tongue and you cringe. 

“Swallow it,” he demands. Without thinking much, you do as he says. At this point, you had become a perfectly trained, little slut for him. He was proud. The feisty little whore who made his life a mess was getting what she deserved. 

Keigo laughed again, his roar maniacal. Tenko stood in the corner of the room behind both of you, he saw how you were suffering. It made him feel terrible, why did he even think this was a good idea? 

But even through all that guilt and shame, his phathetic cock, thought otherwise. He felt his pants tighten as a bulge formed through his pants. He was so embarrassed, a pink furio9us blush dancing across his cheeks as he watched you get violated by another man. You looked so powerless, crying, begging for someone to help knowing damn well nobody would come. You looked so cute with tears running down your eyes, your shirt ripped and tits out for anyone to walk in and steal a glance of. He wanted to leap forward and pinch you cute little, hard nipples. Maybe even take one in his mouth. 

He knew he would not treat you like Keigo, he would be gentle with you, he would be nice to you.  The thought of a happy, sweet, loving relationship between the two of you came rushing to his head but he pushed it all away. 

The great Emperor, Shigaraki Tomura was not to be seen with a simple commoner either ways. 

“Do you think, you deserve this?” Keigo asked, evilly. His voice dripping venom, the mocking never missing. 

“No.” your answer is steady which is more or less a surprise for you. At this point, you’re so far gone that it’s strange to think you’re even aware of what’s going on. Keigo's voice feels like a blur, his hands touch you everywhere. Grabbing your thighs, pinching your nipples, it all feels heavy. 

Keigo ignores your denial as he turns you on your back. You chest presses up against the wooden table and your ass sticks out for his use. 

He does the same with your skirt, rips it off of you, throwing it down on the floor with the rest of the scattered fabric. 

“This is going to be good,” he mutters, pulling your panties off your hips in a flash. His fingers go to spread your pussy lips and you feel yourself getting wet as pleasure starts forming. Keigo plays with your cunt, pinching your clit and laughing whenever you let out a loud moan. 

“You keep screaming no,” 

You feel something hard poking at your entrance, your face twists when you realize what the forgein object is. 

Keigo lines his cock to your slit, rubbing on your pussy before he pushes it against your hole. 

“Look at how wet you are,” he chuckles, watching how his pink, blushing head easily slips into your cunt. A fresh set of tears run down your eyes when you feel Kiego’s cock pushing into you, tearing you apart. It hurt, hurt so bad. 

“Pull it out! Pull it out! It hurts,” you scream, your hands banging on the table. Keigo clicks his tongue, locking your hands behind your back once again. 

“Shut up.” he slaps your ass, the loud smack resonating in the room. “I haven’t even put it in yet, slut.” another slap. 

“Now, feel pain.” 

He pushes his fat, hard cock into you tearing your poor pussy apart. You cry, scream. The pain is unbearable, you can feel his tip hitting your cervix, his long length pushing into you without any mercy. 

“Fuck.” Keigo is drunk on your cunt, his eyes are blown wide open as he bites his lower lip to surpass moans. “You really are a fucking virgin,” 

As a treat, he smacks your ass. 

Keigo keeps going, his pace rough and fast. He keeps hitting the gummy spot inside you every time you pull him in, and eventually, you feel pleasured. The pain fades, and brings out a new wave of excitement rushing through you. 

Suddenly, your pained cries turn into lewd, fucked out moans. Keigo laughs, mocking you.

He turns back to the young Prince, his eyes light up in a mischievous glare when he spots Tenko’s bulge. He smirks but quickly bites his lower lip to cover it up, doesn’t want to be caught ridiculing the Prince. 

“Your Highness,” his tone is almost condescending, he tries to keep his language in touch. But it’s hard, who knew the the Royal Prince of the most powerful Nation was a fucking cuck. 

“Why are you just,” he thrusts into you, fast and tough, 

“watching?” another thrust. 

“Come and join!” he cheers, his tip kisses your cervix, threatening to breach past. He was big, you never expected him to be big. He always looked so scrawny, and with his height you didn’t expect much. But he was big. 

Tenko couldn’t resist, the way his vermillion eyes watched you bent over and get drunk on cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and tongue lolling out with drool pooling out your mouth. He couldn’t just not go and shove his dick into his perfect prepped fuckhole. 

He watched your lips, noticing how they had turned glossy from your drool and the soft, plush texture of your pillow-like mouth.

He swallowed the last inch of his pride when he made his way to you. He stopped in front of you. 

Your glassy, broken eyes looked up at him with a lustful stare. It only made him harder. 

He touches his pants down without wasting any time and pulls his erect, angry cock out. You had seen it before but every time you saw it, the more delicious it became. 

You stretched your tongue out, you had forgotten about everything at this point. Too drunk on lust, you stopped caring about your morals at the time. 

Tenko gazed down at this new, cock-ridden version of you. He felt his heart beat faster at the sight of your slutty face, your boobs squished to the table and body shaking vigorously. What was happening to him? 

He stuffed your mouth full of his cock and sighed, finally he had his relief. He had trained you well, he knew you would so what you had to do. So, he simply gripped your hair tightly as you worked your magic on his aching cock. 

Keigo thrusts became weaker and sloppier, he slowed down the closer he got. Keeping his fingers placed upon your clit, playing with a hard pearl, he made sure you came every time. He just loved the feeling of your creaming around him, pulling him even tighter. 

“Don’t you dare cum in her.” a warning came from Tenko.

Golden eyes looked up, Keigo saw the young Prince fucking your throat, choking you on his fat cock. 

He groaned but decided to obey Tenko. After his last thrust, he pulled out. Instead of flooding your insides with his thick cum, he decided to ruin your soft back instead.

He groaned one last time before shooting thick ropes of his seed onto your small back, grinning as he watched your back stain white. 

Tenko waited for a second before giving his second order. 

“Get out.” he commanded. 

Keigo didn’t ask any questions, or showcase any dissatisfaction despite the obvious. He pulled his pants up and left, not even sparing both of you a last glance, he ran out of his office. 

Tenko looked down, he was close. Your tired eyes looked up back at him, he could see you were also done for your own good. He dropped your hair and watched you almost pass out. 

“Cute,” he muttered. 

“Are you planning to go sleep with my cock in your mouth?” he teased. “That wouldn’t be too bad,” 

Tenko pulled out, fisting his cock with one hand, he pulled your face up by your chin before cumming all over your face. 

His potent seed dripped all over your soft face, some of it fell on your lashes but you had to energy to clean it up. The last thing you could remember was Tenko mocking you for getting tired so easily before you drifted off to a good night’s sleep. 

/

The next time you woke up, you were in a warm bed. The room was unfamiliar, it was much bigger and more luxurious than your own. It was almost bigger than your studio, and that said a lot of things. The walls were painted a soft creme color, pillars spouting at each corner making the room look grand. The bird painting which you had completed the previous night hung on the wall next to the the huge of the room. 

The bed you lied on was huge, triple the size of your own bed. Just where were you? 

“You’re awake,” you heard a voice call out. You turn to the awfully familiar noise. 

Your eyes widen when you get a complete look at the person in front of you, your mind is blown. 

What exactly are you doing in Tomura Shigaraki’s personal chambers!?

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Smirk Upon Me.

Mirio Togata (NSFW) | BNHA

Request: Hi! I saw your bingo event and I would like to give you a suggestion for the prompt “Stolen kisses”. How about Pro Hero Deku, or Mirio, x Vigilante! Reader (NSFW possibly)

anime | character:  bnha   |   mirio togata 

word count: 1.3k+

prompt: stolen kisses

themes/warnings: 18+, Pro-Hero!Mirio x Vigilante!Reader, sex on the street,  public sex, wall sex, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex

a/n: I haven’t been writing nsfw pieces for a while so I’m a little nervous about this one. I’ve made it less explicit but still retained the spiciness (I think) ‘cause writing this made me quite…fired up. I hope reading would make you so too ;) pardon me for any errors i failed to catch; this is not beta-ed. 

special mentions: this idea concept was inspired by the many nsfw bnha fics that carried this ‘hit by libido quirk’ concept i.e. one of them was @/shoutodoki’s Libido

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Mirio had never felt this aroused in his life before. 

Like any other man, “Lemillion” the Pro-hero had his own moment of needs, but this burst of lust right now was too much even for him. 

He won a victorious battle against that perverted villain but the libido quirk of hers still hadn’t let up one bit. 

Fortunately, he was lucky to be in a rather secluded resident area where most houses were already dark and quiet with slumber, and the streets still with occasional passing vehicles. 

The last thing he needed was civilians to see Lemillion struggling to tame the massive erection bulging through his skin-tight hero costume. 

The merciless ache to release the urge gripping him had crippled his ability to think straight.

It was apparent that all rationale thoughts had been wiped clean of his mind when he jumped at your offer.

Life as a vigilante was never boring. You’d dealt with many interesting cases. 

But nothing could be more amusing than bumping into the all-famous ‘Lemillion’ battling, no, more like struggling against his libido evident in the not-so-subtle tent stiff in his suit on your way home.

You’ve never liked Pro-Heroes; they’ve always come across to you as a bunch of narcissists who only did ‘hero’ work to validate their own existences and inflate their egos. That doesn’t mean you liked villains either, of course. Hence, you were a vigilante partly due to Stain’s idea of a hero. 

Lemillion was one of the Pro-Heroes who didn’t irked you, and honestly, you’ve been harboring an attraction toward this man ever since you ‘accidentally’ ended up fighting alongside him months ago in a villain attack.

So you had no qualms helping him with his problem.

Besides, you were familiar enough with this libido quirk to know that the victims of this quirk wouldn’t be able to muster thoughts properly until the libido effect faded off by itself, which could take hours. Or the victims released it with sexual intercourse.

And of course, you wouldn’t want to give the latter with Lemillion a miss. The sight of Lemillion and his erected cock bobbing at you in his tight suit was enough to make you soak through your panties.

You were reminded once again about the other effect the libido quirk had on its victim, or rather a related effect from not being able to muster proper thoughts when he urgently pushed you up against the wall right there and then, in the middle of the goddamn street. 

The sexual frustration pent up from trying to suppress his lust was enough to make Lemillion toss what remaining traces of reasoning he possessed out the window.

He got naked fast, and the splatters of pre-cum flung into the cool night air brought your eyes down to watch his cock spring stiff before him. Slippery fluid of his pre-cum cascaded from its flushed head, coating the slightly curled, generous length in dribbles.  It should not be surprising to find a cock of such thickness and length on a man like Mirio Togata, but nevertheless it took you by surprise.

Theorizing about this man’s girth from the way it bulged under his suit and seeing it in flesh was worlds apart. 

Shoving your dress up and yanking down your soaked panties, a satisfied groan escaped Mirio the moment he pushed his aching cock into your drenched fold in a needy haste. The guttural groan dragging through his throat ended with a strained comment of how tight you felt around him as your velvet walls stretched to wrap around his sheathing cock. 

You couldn’t help chorusing after him at how well he stretched you, fitting between your heated walls perfectly. He was so big and hard; you could feel every bit of his arousal pulsing in the stiffness of his cock.

The man didn’t spend a second more to think about the possibility of being caught thrusting himself into you by any peeking eyes from the windows nearby. 

Going at it with the Lemillion on the street was far too thrilling for you to care either. 

Legs spread apart by the crooks of his elbows, you bit into your bottom lips as you watched him hammer himself into you like a starved man. 

Your moans mingled with his as you savored the pleasure scrunching up his face and the feral way he pistoned his thrusts between your legs. 

Every thrust left a blazing trail of pleasure in your clenching wall. The ruts he plummeted into you were with fervor and deep — deep enough for his swollen tip to graze your womb every single time.

Your hands draped over his broad shoulders slid down his back, clutching onto him like he was your lifeline as white, hot flashes began to blind you in the building heat between your intermingling fluid. 

The tight, clenching muscles ridged across his back as his cock delved desperately into you, its bulging girth pushing apart your sopping folds in a frenzied speed. The wet, squelches slapped violently in the silence of the quiet street as he arched his back with his hips in a emphasizing angle, as if dedicating all his willpower and absolute strength into his thrusts. 

Like he was a man on a mission as he pounded his cock into you.

Breathy groans from you were accompanied by low growls rumbling in his chest as you stared at the dark houses behind him between weakly fluttering eyelids and lips hanging open in a euphoric daze.

One particular brutal prod of his engorged cock against your womb hit the spot, prompting the heat curling in your core to snap.

A sinful moan slipped feverishly from your lips as a hot burst of pleasure surged through you, lighting every nerve in an electrifying euphoria. 

High on the orgasmic thrill convulsing inside you, you felt your clenching walls grip his cock in a choking hold and heard him drag a broken groan through his throat at the peak of his own orgasm.

Mirio couldn’t help the delirious sigh sifting giddily through his lips, relishing the relief he desperately sought earlier engulfing him as his twitching cock released its bulging load in spurts of white, thick ropes onto your walls.

The moan from your high withered to a whimper as he rocked his pelvis languorously against yours, jutting his cock into you over and over until there was nothing left to ejaculate. 

You were surprised no one woke up despite how vocal and raunchy you two sounded.

The carnal heat between was quickly dissipating in the cool air as quivering, ragged breathing heaved and fell with your joined bodies.

“…Did I say you could cum inside me, Mr. Lemillion?” You teased between your harsh pants. You could feel his seeds pouring between your legs, leaving you in warm trails of trickles down your thighs.

Amusement tugged a side of your lips, carving a playful smirk as you felt his body stiffen under you. You heard him curse just as you were leaning away from his shoulders.

“M-My bad, I’ll take responsibility if anything happens. I swear I will—” 

You pressed your lips into his and your tongue slyly darted into his opened mouth mid-sentence, sensually sucking on his. 

Your lips quirked into a smirk once more against his as you drank in the delicious moan you felt rumble from the depth of his chest.

The brush of his hand against your cheek made you break away before he could do anything more. 

The smirk never left you as you gazed down at his flustered face.

“Just kidding, I’m on the pill.” You tilted your head haughtily at him.

You laughed and pushed yourself off him, walking away in the direction of your house, but paused partway.

“Oh yeah, feel free to steal back a kiss anytime, Mr. Lemillion.” 

You threw him a wink over your shoulder.

”You know where to find me.” A curt gesture at a certain house ahead, you turned to go.

“The name’s Mirio Togata!”

You heard him call after you, and your lips curled. 

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Post Prom - Part II

⏪ part one

summary: after leaving prom, you and eddie go to the hideout to reminisce and listen to music. one thing leads to another, and you end up going back to his trailer.

pairing: eddie munson x dwm!reader word count: 6,980 warnings: language, new relationship, underage drinking, reminiscing about the past, pent-up feelings finally being expressed, mostly just a lot of making out, plus a little dry humping, nothing too explicit, some suggestive language, talk of sex but no actual depictions of sex, eddie being adorable, eddie being romantic

Note: This short story is the epilogue to Dancing with Myself. For proper context, I highly suggest you read that before reading this.

Eddie had to fiddle with the lock a few times before the front door would open. 

While he jiggled his keys and cursed under his breath, you stood on the step below with your stomach all knotted up like macramé, watching the tiny moths flutter beneath the gleam of the porchlight. This wasn’t your first time standing here. You had been here before, almost six years ago, when you came and started banging on Eddie’s door at ten o’clock in the morning, yelling for him to get his stubborn ass outside. The memory made you giggle. You had been so nervous back then. Shit, you were nervous now… just a different kind, you supposed. 

A soft creak drew your attention back to the front door. Eddie pulled it open with a triumphant smile and held it for you. 

“Well,” he said, “this is it…” 

And right before you went inside, you saw Eddie suck in a shallow breath. He was nervous, nervous about letting you see inside his house—his private, most intimate place—completely unprepared. You felt honored and grateful to know he trusted you that much. 

Smiling, you brushed past him and walked through the front door. As soon as you did, you were overcome with this overwhelming and indescribable warmth that spread through your whole body. It felt less like you were entering Eddie’s house and more like you were entering his world. After years of standing outside it, only ever getting as close as the front porch, you had finally been allowed inside. It was hard not to get a little emotional about it. 

“Sorry about the mess,” Eddie said, but honestly, you didn’t even notice it. Your feet moved on their own and carried you deeper inside, into the living room. There, you found a dark brown sofa chair sitting in the far right corner and a light brown loveseat resting against a draped window. A bit worn, both of them, but still in good shape. Pushed against the opposite wall was a small television, a writing desk with a built-in shelf, and a roll-out folding bed, where you imagined Eddie’s uncle resting after a long night’s work. It was a charming room, well-lit and cozy, full of all these random little knickknacks that you could have spent hours browsing through. There were hats hanging on the walls, dozens of them, and long wooden shelves lined with nothing but souvenir mugs, more than you could even begin to count. 

“You know, your uncle could open a gift shop with all this stuff.” 

Eddie was watching you from the front door, a faint smile on his face. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, he’s quite the collector.”

You nodded absentmindedly and proceeded into the kitchen, humming as you ran your hand along a small dining table set for two, with mismatched chairs.

Eddie gave you a bemused look and said, “What are you doing?” 

“Just looking around,” you answered with a shrug. “Why? Do you not want me to?” 

“Uhh, no,” Eddie said, a little taken aback. “Go crazy.” 

So with his permission, you did. You fingered through some of the clutter on the counter, cracked open a few cabinets and drawers, snuck a little peek into the fridge—just a quick one to sate your curiosity, perfectly harmless. And as you did this, you imagined Eddie growing up here: making breakfast for himself before school, doing his homework at the counter, eating dinner with his uncle at the dining table. Did he use the upholstered chair or the simpler metal one leaning against the pantry? You couldn’t quite decide. 

Then you moseyed down the hallway, looking at this and that. You pushed open the door, switched on the light to see into the bathroom… and stopped dead in your tracks when you reached the bedroom at the end of the hall. 

Your stomach flipped twice, end over end. Yeah, you didn’t dare step foot in Eddie’s room. Instead, you spun around and went scurrying back the way you came, feeling much less adventurous than before.

As you shyly approached, Eddie said, “Well, did you enjoy your little tour?”

“I did,” you said while you played with the tip of your pinky. “Yeah, I really like your house.” 

“Well, good,” Eddie said with a crooked, bashful smile. “I’m glad you like it.” 

And then you both fell silent, listening to the low hum of a lightbulb that wasn’t quite screwed on tight enough. You stood with your back pressed against a metal storage rack. Across from you, Eddie was still by the front door, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. He had his left hand on the backrest of one of the dining chairs, and his nails kept scratching against the upholstery as he slowly curled and uncurled his fingers. His silver-plated rings winked at you every time they caught the light. After a while, it was starting to drive you crazy.

Those damn rings, you thought, they’re gonna be the death of me, I swear. 

Eddie’s voice made you jump. 

“I’m gonna grab a beer,” he said. “Do you, uh, want one?” 

“Sure,” you said. 

After all, a little liquid courage couldn’t hurt, could it? 

Eddie grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge, opened one, and handed it to you. “Thanks,” you said, and then he went into the living room and made himself comfortable on the sofa. 

No, on the loveseat.

Eddie threw his feet up on the coffee table, cracked open his beer and took a few slow sips. Upon lowering his drink, he turned to you and made a beckoning motion with just the tip of his finger.

This one simple gesture set your nerves on fire! You made it only a few steps into the living room before you backpedaled into the counter and huddled against it like a coward. It dawned on you now, actually now, that you and Eddie were finally, truly, alone. Yeah, this wasn’t two kids whispering downstairs in a basement or two high school students flirting in a public restroom on prom night. This was you and Eddie. 

Together. 

Alone.

Oh fuck, you thought as a shiver ran up your spine. You brought the aluminum can to your lips and took the biggest gulp of your life.

Now Eddie was getting up and walking toward you. He sank down beside you with his beer in his hand and said in a hushed voice, “Why are you hiding?”

“Why are you whispering?” you said, and Eddie’s face scrunched up adorably, like he didn’t have a clue. 

“I dunno,” he answered in his normal voice. Then he took a long, long drink and wiped his wet lips with the knuckle of his thumb. “Seriously, though, why are you hiding from me?” 

You opened your mouth, closed it, and turned away. “You make me really nervous.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Really? Well, that’s… interesting.” 

You looked over your shoulder and saw his lips curl into a proud grin.

“Oh, don’t get all smug now!” you said, giving him a little shove. 

“I’m not, I’m not. It’s just…” His face softened with a gentle smile. “It’s a good feeling, knowing I make you nervous.” 

Eddie’s words made you blush. You set your beer aside and burrowed deep into Wayne’s jacket. “I’m not used to you being like this.” 

“Like what?” 

“All… confident and flirty. I dunno, I guess I’m just used to you running away from me all the time.” 

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “I never ran away from you.” 

“Really?” you said with a teasing smirk. “‘Cause I can think of at least four separate occasions where you saw me and immediately took off in the opposite direction.” 

“Well, that’s… because I was scared of you.”

You bent your head and started to giggle. Eddie watched you out of the corner of his eye, struggling to hold in a laugh of his own. 

“You finally admit it.”

“I finally admit it…” 

Eddie put down his beer and smiled at you. Then his eyes took on a strange glint, as if inflamed by some mysterious spark of emotion. Without speaking, he rolled his weight onto his right arm and swung his body over yours, pinning you up against the counter. His deep brown eyes bore into yours as he said, “Luckily, I’m not fourteen anymore.”

Your lips parted with an inaudible gasp. No, you definitely aren’t, you thought, and drew away from him a little. This was too much. The house was too quiet, Eddie was too close, and you… you were silently chanting the Lord’s Prayer in hopes of banishing the evil spirit that was currently possessing your thoughts. 

Your eyes closed as Eddie’s nose grazed your cheek. 

“Hey,” he whispered, “can I tell you a secret?”

You nodded vaguely, unable to speak. When you opened your eyes, Eddie was hovering over you and staring at your face with a soft, almost sleepy gaze. 

“You make me nervous, too,” he said. “Pretty much on a daily basis.” 

“Really?” Your nose wrinkled in disbelief. “You don’t seem nervous.” 

“You don’t think so?” he said. “C’mere.” 

He took your hand and held it to his chest. His heart thundered desperately against your palm. 

In a flustered voice, you said, “Okay, if this is a move, it’s a good one.” 

Eddie’s chest shook as he laughed. “Well, good,” he said. “I’ll make sure to use it on the next girl I invite over.” 

A smile tugged at your lips. “Shut up,” you said, but you didn’t raise your hand to smack him like you normally would. Instead, you closed your eyes and let your hand melt into him, feeling his heat, feeling his heartbeat, riding each wave of his ragged breath. Was this what it always felt like? When Eddie saw you in the hallway, in the cafeteria, in class, did his heart ache for you just like this? It almost seemed impossible, didn’t it? Before tonight, this would’ve been nothing more than a fantasy, but now… right now… it felt too real to be anything but true.

You laid your head on Eddie’s chest, felt his heart jog and then settle back into a steady rhythm: slower than before but still beating strong. Then you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you tighter against him. You nuzzled your head into his chin. He pressed his lips to your hairline and sighed against your skin. 

“I really missed you,” he said. 

After that, time seemed to stop. You raised your head off Eddie’s chest and smiled at him. He kissed you softly on the lips and drew back with smoldering eyes. You touched your hand to his face, gently brushing your fingers over his bottom lip, and he leaned in and kissed you again, taking the last six years of yearning and heartache and igniting them into passion. His grip on your waist tightened. Your fingers curled around the back of his neck and pulled him closer. You kissed slowly, deeply, and then he grabbed your hips and lifted you onto the counter. Items scattered and shifted. Somewhere behind you, a cup fell with a hollow clink. You broke the kiss, laughing, and craned your head to see where it landed. Eddie hooked his hand around your jaw and pulled you back, kissing you again and again until

Brrring! Brrring!

the phone rang.

The sound blared through the silent house like a fire alarm. You and Eddie broke away and stared at each other, breathless and bewildered. Then you buried your face in the crook of his neck and crumbled into giggles.  

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Eddie said, looking up with a wide, defeated smile. He cupped your face and pressed one more kiss to your lips, and as he pulled away, he whispered in a slow, forceful voice: “Don’t move.” 

He went to the ringing phone and lifted the handset off the wall.

“Yeah?” he said while rubbing his forehead. 

“Hey, man!” It was Gareth, calling at almost two in the morning. “I thought you’d be home by now…” Lips smacked and popcorn crunched. In the background, an old sci-fi movie was playing. “So, how’d it go, dude?”

“Uhh, good.” Eddie glanced back at you and a smile came to his face. “Really good.” 

He turned around, looked for a seat, and sat down on top of the kitchen table. Meanwhile, you had climbed down from the counter and were now carefully rearranging the ruffled layers of your taffeta skirt, making sure they lay neatly against your thigh. A guttural sound emerged from Eddie’s throat as he watched you. He closed his eyes and cursed his friend’s timing. 

“No shit,” said Gareth in disbelief. “You actually got Chrissy to dance with you?”

“Uhh… no,” Eddie said. “You were right, man, that was a terrible idea.”

A terrible and wonderful idea. It brought him straight to you. 

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, buddy,” Gareth said. “How’re you doing?” 

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m, uhh…” You caught his eye and gave him a sweet smile that he couldn’t help but return. “I’m better than ever, man.”

“Is that Gareth?” you asked. 

Eddie nodded, rolled his eyes, and said, “Uh-huh…” while his friend’s voice faded into the background.

He watched you fidget in sheer boredom for a while: tracing random patterns on the counter with your finger, flicking the lampshade and making it spin, picking up a pair of pliers, fiddling with them for a second, and putting them back down. Then you leaned forward and laid your chin on your palm, giving him a coy, impatient little pout that awakened something primal within him. The handset slipped out of his hand, pulled the coiled cord taut, and clattered to the floor. Eddie picked it up and clumsily brought it back to his ear. 

“Hey, I gotta go, man.”

“Huh?” Gareth said. “What do you mean, you—Wait, are you with someone right now?”

Eddie didn’t answer. He was on his feet and moving. 

“I’ll, uhh, talk to you later, buddy.”

“No, wait! Eddie! Eddie!” 

“Don’t call me back,” Eddie said. He pulled the handset away from his ear and

“Edd—”

hung it on the base with a click. 

During all this, you were snickering with your hand over your mouth. Eddie stepped away from the phone and—suddenly, it was ringing again! Your laughter grew into muffled snorts. Eddie picked up the phone and growled: “Fuck off!” then slammed it back down. And when it rang a third time (because, of course, it had to ring a third time), he grabbed the cable and yanked it right out of the socket.

“What if there’s an emergency?” you said, giggling, as Eddie came toward you. 

“I… don’t care,” he muttered dazedly, and he scooped your face into his hands and kissed you.

This was not a chaste, gentleman’s kiss. This was a lover’s kiss, full of heat and passion, desperation and desire. You closed your eyes and parted your lips as Eddie trailed kisses down your chin and along your jaw. His calloused hands, strong but tender, traced down your neck and tugged on the collar of Wayne’s jacket, pulling it over your shoulders, down your arms, and letting it fall to the floor. “Watch the jacket,” you said, and a sharp gasp escaped you. The contrast between the warmth of Eddie’s hands and the coldness of his rings made you shiver as he caressed your bare arms, slowly, gently. He kissed his way up to your mouth, cupped the side of your face, and slipped his tongue between your lips. You curled your hand into his shirt and let out a soft moan. 

But then he drew back with a wince. 

“Hey, I didn’t plan this or anything. You know that, right?” 

Eddie’s dark eyes passed over your face, searching for any signs of doubt. “I mean… I didn’t bring you here to uhh, y’know, try to get in your pants.” 

Your grip on his shirt loosened. “Oh,” you said, and looked at the floor with an embarrassed smile. “Well, that’s a little disappointing…”

(because you were definitely trying to get in his)

As those words left your lips, the air between you became thick with tension. You timidly ran your hand down Eddie’s chest, a faint blush rising to your face, and his eyes grew wide as realization washed over him. 

“Oh shit,” Eddie said. He gulped deeply, combed his hand nervously through his hair, and spoke in a heated, trembling voice: “Umm… are you sure?” 

You pulled him in by his shirt and kissed him. As you broke away, your eyes were calm and unwavering.

“I’m sure.”

The world seemed dreamlike as your body sank into Eddie’s mattress. 

His fingers interlaced with yours as he slowly crawled you backwards toward the wall, his chest above yours, knees astride your legs while he pressed soft, tender kisses to your greedy lips. He pushed down on your chest gently and the mattress came up to meet you: your elbows fell one after the other and your head landed gently on the pillow. Eddie’s scent lingered in the fabric, a mixture of sweat, soap, cologne, and cigarette smoke. You breathed it in deeply and shivered. 

All the while, his hands never left yours. They rubbed against your palms, slid between your fingers, and pushed your hands deeper into the mattress. Your eyes rolled up to the ceiling as he kissed down your neck and along your chest, the moisture of his mouth lingering everywhere his lips touched. The sensation overwhelmed you. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths as you stared around Eddie’s bedroom with half-lidded eyes, taking in everything—the posters on the walls, the clothes strewn about the floor, all the clutter on his desk, dresser, and nightstand: beer cans, guitar cables, cassette tapes, empty packs of cigarettes. Next to the desk was an acoustic guitar with a message painted on the body. You had to sit up and squint your eyes in order to read it. 

“This machine slays dragons?” You threw your head back against the pillow and giggled. “Wow, Munson, just when I thought you couldn’t get any nerdier…” 

Your laughter broke into stifled gasps as Eddie caught your skin between his teeth. He nibbled gently on your collarbone and ran his tongue up your neck, then trailed lazy kisses from the edge of your jaw to the corner of your mouth, stopping there as he leaned back onto his left elbow. 

While playing with your fingers, he said with a cheeky little smile, “Sorry, were you saying something just now?”

“Uhh, no,” you said, feeling breathless and dizzy. “I, umm…” 

Eddie lowered himself back down until his mouth was hovering over yours, close but not quite touching. 

“You forgot?” he said in a low voice. 

Your head bobbed slightly as you stared at his lips, desperately craving the contact that was currently out of reach. You moved up to kiss him and he pulled away, a smile dragging up the side of his face.

A frustrated huff blew through your nose. “Please,” you said, and immediately snapped your mouth shut. 

Shit, you thought. That one was gonna cost you. 

Eddie’s eyes brightened with surprised delight. “Uh, what was that? Did I just hear you say please?” 

“No,” you said as a shameful heat engulfed your face. 

“Oh, I think I did,” he said, chuckling. “Uh-oh, now I have to make you say it again.” 

“I’m not saying it again.” 

“Yeah, well, I kinda need you to say it again, so…” 

The corner of Eddie’s mouth lifted into a tantalizing smirk as he parted your lips with his thumb, drawing a whimper from deep in your throat. 

“Please,” you whispered, and a switch went off in his head. 

All of a sudden, Eddie’s eyes darkened with a naked, carnal lust that made your core clench and quiver with need. You arched your back as he lowered himself back down to you, and when he reached your lips, he kissed you with a hungry motion that left your whole body crying out for more. You dug your hands into his back, pressed yourself tighter against him. He ground his hips into yours and sucked gently on your neck, leaving faint marks all over your skin. Your breath hitched as you felt his hardening length through the fabric of his jeans. He moaned against you and moved back to your face, kissing your mouth, your chin, your cheek, and he whispered huskily into your ear, “Are you a virgin?” 

The question hit you like a sobering slap. 

“Maybe,” you said. “So what?” 

“Hey, you don’t have to get defensive. I’m just asking, okay? It’s important that I know.” 

“Okay, well… now you know.” You recoiled from him and turned your head to the side, staring at the heap of clothes on his floor. A lump formed in your throat as thoughts churned in your head. You swallowed hard and said in a small voice, “I take it you’re pretty experienced.” 

Eddie gave you a funny look. “Well, I’m not that experienced. Mostly, I just watch a lot of porn.” 

A giggle burst out of you, making your chest feel fluttery and light. When you turned back, you were welcomed by Eddie’s warm, comforting stare. He kissed your lips softly and a smile illuminated your face. 

“So Corroded Coffin doesn’t have any groupies?” 

“Not unless you count Gareth’s mom… which I do.” 

You two broke into laughter. Eddie took your hand, pressed a few kisses to your knuckles, and leaned down to kiss you. As you parted, a question slithered its way into your mind: 

“Hey, can you really tie a cherry stem with your tongue?”

Eddie arched his eyebrow. “Have you been thinking about that all night?”

“Well, not all night,” you said with a sheepish smile. “So, can you?” 

Eddie snickered, his warm breath fanning your face. “No,” he said. “No, I was just trying to make you blush.” 

“Oh,” you said, and felt your face get hot again. Well, you could’ve fooled me.

The previous urgency of his desire was replaced with caring deliberation. His hands gently caressed your waist, your hips, your thighs, tracing around every curve until he had each one of them memorized. You felt short of breath as he lowered his head and started kissing your breasts through the fabric of your dress. A whimper rose in your throat and you withered helplessly against him. You dragged your foot up his left pant leg, ran your hand up his right arm, feeling his hair between your fingers, drawing over his tattoos, pushing up his sleeve to squeeze the hard muscle of his bicep. He kissed the tops of your breasts, your chest, the side of your neck, and felt your hand on his face, beckoning him. 

You both shared a moan when your bodies reconnected. Soft breaths filled the room as your hunger for one another grew, your hips moving together in a slow, passionate rhythm. Eddie panted against your lips, stared deeply into your eyes, and when his hand slid between your thighs, you pulled away and said through the static of your thoughts, 

“Umm, Eddie? I don’t mean to kill the mood or anything, but umm… do you have a condom?” 

The resulting silence was deafening. Eddie’s lips grazed your cheek and he drew back with a muddled expression, his mouth open, eyes slowly blinking, blinking, blinking. 

You shrank away from him and grimaced. “It’s just, umm… you know, getting pregnant on prom night wasn’t quite the cliche I had in mind.” 

You forced out a laugh and it instantly died in your throat. Great, you thought. Turns out, you hadn’t killed the mood at all. No, what you did was far more sadistic and cruel. Instead of taking it out in one clean shot, you missed all its vital organs and now you had to watch it limp away and die a slow, agonizing death. Way to go, sharpshooter. 

Eddie shook his head and, finally, the haze in his eyes began to clear. 

“Uhh… right, shit,” he said, “just, umm… hold on.” 

He climbed to his feet, pulled out his wallet, and froze as soon as he peeked into the fold. 

“Shit,” he said under his breath. 

You pressed your lips together and nodded. “You don’t have one, do you?” 

“No,” Eddie said quickly, with a little tremor of panic in his voice. “No, I do… just, uhh…” 

He went to his dresser and started going through all the drawers: pulling them open, rifling through them for a minute, then slamming them closed. Then he went to his desk and did the same thing. With every slam, your cringe deepened. It was like watching a massacre in slow motion. You had shot and missed and now Eddie was savagely beating the mood to death with a rock. Just put the poor thing out of its misery already!

“Eddie,” you said.  

He pushed his palm toward you. “Don’t… Don’t go anywhere,” he said in a distracted voice, and he spun around and stumbled out of the bedroom. 

“Where would I even go?” you said, baffled. Then you slapped your hand to your forehead and cursed yourself for saying anything at all. Of all the times to listen to your gut, you chose now—now, when you were this close to living out all your horny teenage fantasies with the man of your dreams. What happened to the angel and the devil on your shoulder? Should you? Shouldn't you? The funny little back-and-forth? You figured there’d at least be a little bit of that, but nope! The stop sign went up and you slammed your foot on the brake right in the middle of a four-way intersection: crash, smash, KABOOM!

“Goddammit.” 

You sighed, rolled onto your side, and started shuffling through the comics you found beside Eddie’s bed. 

“Hey, you have Creepshow!” You plucked it out of the pile and opened it to the first short story. “Have you seen the movie? Oh my god, Munson, that last one with the cockroaches… boy, did that mess me up for a while. I freaked out every time I had to turn on the light in the kitchen. And I have a pretty strong nerve when it comes to horror. Michael Myers, Leatherface, Freddy Krueger, zombies, monsters, blood, gore, stabbing—I watched Cannibal Holocaust, for God’s sake! But fucking bugs? Yeah, I draw the line there. It’s like that movie, The Fly, that scene with the spiderweb… Nope, I turned my TV off so quick. I still haven’t finished that movie. I’ll probably watch the remake when it comes out, though, ‘cause… well, I do love Jeff Goldblum.”  

You figured Eddie wasn’t listening and, honestly, you didn’t care because your silly babbling was the only thing saving you from the discomfort of this incredibly awkward situation. Without it, you would have spontaneously combusted out of pure shame. Eddie, meanwhile, was fumbling around helplessly in the kitchen: slamming cabinets, opening drawers, cracking open the…

fridge?

You looked up in bewildered amusement, then casually flipped to the next page. “I don’t think you’re gonna find any condoms in the fridge, Munson.” 

“Yeah, well, there weren’t any in the oven, so…” 

The fridge closed with a quiet thud. A moment later, Eddie appeared in the doorway with a hopeless expression on his face. 

“You’ve completely lost it, haven’t you?”

“I’m the Sahara,” you said, and Eddie winced at your brutal choice of metaphor. 

“You’re the Sahara, huh?” He pounded his fist on the doorframe a couple times, then hung his head and chuckled miserably to himself. “Great, just great.” 

He slumped down by your feet and sat doubled over with his elbows on his knees. The seconds dragged on like hours as you two sat on opposite ends of the bed, not saying a word to each other. You kept flipping through the comic, but you didn’t read any of it, not a single word. You thought you had ruined the whole night. 

You sucked in a quiet breath and—

“Sorry,” Eddie said, making you jerk your head up in surprise. As you looked at him now, he seemed strikingly timid, like the fourteen-year-old boy who could barely hold your gaze. “Guess I should’ve been better prepared before I, umm…” 

His shoulders bounced with light, easy laughter.

“What’s so funny?” you asked. 

“Nothing,” he said while fiddling with the ring on his right hand. “It’s just, uhh… y’know, I’ve thought of this moment for a long time, a long time, and now that I finally got you here…” A peaceful smile touched his face. “It’s just funny how it all worked out.”

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I guess it is.” 

Eddie sat up and turned toward you. “We don’t have to rush this,” he said. “In fact, it’s probably better that we don’t.” 

“Yeah,” you said. 

Then, with a shy dip of your head: “Except now you’ve got me a little curious.” 

“Hm? About what?” 

“Well… you said you’ve thought about it…”

Eddie grunted low in his throat, a guilty, guttural sound. 

“Uh-huh,” you said, snickering. “So… how was I?” 

“You were, uhh…” He ground his jaw in thought for a minute, then closed his eyes and said with a deeply satisfied sigh, “Sensational.” 

That sent you over the edge! You fell over, chortling hysterically until your stomach started cramping and you just couldn’t take it anymore. While drying your eyes, you said, “Sensational, huh? Well, there’s a bar I’ll never reach.” 

“Yeah, I’m not too worried,” Eddie said. 

The conviction in his voice threw your heart into a panic. You turned away, pressed your burning face into the cool pages of Eddie’s comic book, and pretended to go back to reading. That’s when you felt the bed dip as Eddie stretched out beside you, lying on his stomach with his elbows supporting him. 

“So you’ve been snooping, huh?” He gestured toward the comic with his chin. “What’d you find that’s so interesting?” 

“Creepshow.” You turned to the next page. “Hey, why do you have this, anyway? I thought you didn’t like horror.” 

“Yeah, well… apparently, I’m Halloween-themed.” 

Your breath hitched in mid-sentence. You lifted your eyes off the page and met Eddie’s affectionate stare. 

“I still don’t get what that means, by the way.” 

“Yeah, neither do I,” you said, and let out a quiet laugh. “I thought I knew when I said it, but now that I think about it, it doesn’t really make that much sense, does it?” 

You gave Eddie small smile and went back to reading. He lay next to you for a bit longer, observing the subtle changes in your focused expression. Then he suddenly got up and started rummaging through his desk drawers again. The familiar slamming sound made you giggle. 

“Okay, the condom fairy doesn’t exist, Munson. No matter how many times you open that drawer, a box of condoms won’t magically appear.” 

“Oh, I’ve already given up on that dream,” Eddie said. He crossed the room, dropped to his knees, and started digging through all the junk under his bed. 

Now you were getting a little curious yourself. You climbed to your knees, put your hands on the edge of the mattress, and peered down at him. 

“I’m not interested in your porn collection, either.” 

Eddie popped his head up and smiled at you. “This isn’t where I keep my porn,” he said, and tossed you a flirty little wink. Then he went back under the bed and—“Holy shit!”—dragged out a black three-ring binder. 

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw it. “Wait, is that…?” 

You gasped excitedly and made a “gimme” motion with your hands. When Eddie couldn’t meet your demands fast enough, you snatched the binder off the floor and sat down with it in the middle of the bed. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Fuck, man,” Eddie said while scratching the back of his head, “I haven’t seen that thing in years.” 

“Yeah, I can tell,” you said, and swept some of the dust off the cover. 

The binder looked exactly the same as you remembered, right down to the black-and-white Black Sabbath sticker with the giant rip in the corner. You opened it up and started flipping through it like it was a fully illustrated, limited-edition novel from your favorite fantasy author. It had everything: character sheets, ability guides, spell lists, equipment and inventory tables, maps, drawings, detailed notes from every session, and all these little extra reference pages to help describe his character’s attacks, actions, and movements, because Eddie wanted to sound so cool during combat. You couldn’t stop smiling as you went through it. It was like a little time capsule. 

“It’s so weird,” Eddie said in a quiet, captivated voice. 

You looked up and saw him sitting directly across from you, staring not at the binder but at you.

“What’s weird?” you asked. 

“I dunno, it’s just… sometimes when I look at you, I get these little flashes of back then. It’s kinda freaky, actually, like déjà vu or something.” Eddie’s face flushed a light pink, seeming to catch him by surprise. He immediately shook the thought away. “Uhh, sorry. Go ahead and keep snooping.” 

Your eyes lingered on him for a moment longer, then went back to the page. You turned to the next section and said, “Oh my god, here it is! The Shrieking Queen’s Catacombs, Scottie’s infamous campaign. How many pages are there of you just complaining about me, Munson? Let’s count, shall we? Uhh, one, two, three…” 

You flipped to the next page and a loose paper slid out. 

“What’s this?” you said, and casually looked it over. “Well, this looks like a very poorly rendered dungeon map.” Laughing, you examined it closer. “The Labyrinth of Neverending Nightmares. Ohhhh, how spooky… Wait, this doesn’t look like one of Scottie’s, though. No, his are like ten levels deep and full of all these annoying traps that someone always gets caught in, and by ‘someone’ I mean you, Munson. Then I have to get you out because for some reason you can’t roll higher than a fucking two…” 

You giggled at the memory, then showed Eddie the paper and said, “Okay, I give up. What is this?”   

“It’s mine,” Eddie said with a modest smile, making your face fall in astonishment. “Yeah, that’s my dungeon. Or at least one of them, anyway. I thought I chose one of the better-drawn maps, but obviously not…”

Your eyes were wide as you listened to him. When you finally blinked, they became wet and blurry. 

“Wait, what? You wrote a campaign? How come you never told me?”

“I was working up to it,” Eddie said. “I had it in my backpack for like two weeks ‘cause I kept chickening out. And by the time I finally gathered up enough courage to do it, well…”

“I killed you.” 

“Yeah…”

The words echoed in your mind like a curse. You buried your face in your hands and cried out in anguish: “Oh my god, I’m a monster!” 

“Well, you’re a really pretty monster,” Eddie said with a light-hearted chuckle, but you didn’t laugh like he thought you would. Instead, you sat hunched over with your hands covering your face, sniffling back tears. He reached for you and gave your shoulder a shake. “Hey, come on, don’t cry. Please, don’t cry. I’ve already seen you cry way too much tonight, and I really don’t like it.” 

He leaned over and brought his lips close to your ear.

“Hey,” he said softly, “it doesn’t matter anymore.” 

“It matters to me,” you said, and raised your chin to look at him. The compassion in his eyes almost made you burst into tears again. You didn’t deserve it. “Four years, Eddie. That’s a really long time. I can’t help but think of all the things we missed out on, and now…” 

Now they were all piling onto your chest like bricks. The weight of it was enough to crush you. You lowered your head and felt your eyes well up with guilt and grief. 

“But we didn’t miss out on anything.” Eddie gently took your face into his hands, dried your tears with his thumbs. “We’re still gonna do everything. I’m gonna take you on a date, a real date ‘cause I don’t think this one technically counts. And I’m gonna meet your parents, which I’m already kinda dreading, if I’m being totally honest. And we’re gonna, y’know, cut class and go make out in my van. That’ll be really fun. Yeah, I’m actually really looking forward to that one. And then, uhh, let’s see… we’re gonna have our first fight in like three weeks, so I better start preparing for that now ‘cause I just know you’re gonna fight dirty. Yeah, you’re definitely gonna hit me below the belt a couple times. But that’s okay ‘cause the make-up sex will be fantastic—y’know, once we actually have condoms. I’ll buy some tomorrow. A big box.” 

You snorted under your breath. “I think a regular box is fine.” 

“No, just… trust me,” Eddie said. “We need a big box.” 

You blinked at him for a second, dumbstruck and speechless, your cheeks all aflame. Then your head slipped out of his hands as your whole body collapsed into giggles.

With a shadow of a smirk, Eddie said, “You think I’m joking right now, but I’m not. I’m buying the biggest box they have.” 

“Please, stop,” you said, barely able to breathe. 

“I’m just saying, I’m gonna be fully prepared next time… assuming there is a next time, anyway.” 

You lifted your head and smiled at him, your face glowing in the aftermath of your laughter. “There will definitely be a next time,” you said. Then you placed a feather-light kiss on his lips, drew back, and he pulled you in for another, deeper kiss, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw.

“So, is it scary?” you asked afterwards. 

“Is what scary?” 

“The campaign you wrote, is it really scary?” 

“I made it extra scary just for you.” 

“Wow,” you said with an awestruck grin, “an extra scary campaign just for me? Well, now we have to play it… Can we?” 

In a tender voice, Eddie said, “You’re the only one I’d ever play it with,” and you felt your eyes tear up again. 

Choking them back, you returned your attention to the binder and discovered something that made your heart swell with indescribable joy. 

“Hey… this looks familiar.” 

It was the character sheet you had made for him. He had kept it, after all. 

“I tried to fix it,” Eddie said while you carefully brushed your fingers over the softened wrinkles in the paper. There was a giant iron burn in the middle. 

“How hot was the iron?” you asked.  

“Oh, it was scorching,” Eddie said. “Yeah, it’s a miracle I didn’t burn the house down.” 

Your laughter rang together effortlessly. For a second, it was like you two were back in middle school, giggling and goofing off in Scottie’s basement while everyone else stared at you and wondered what was so damn funny. It was a surreal feeling, being together like this again. In fact, it felt a little like

Déjà vu… Yeah, that is weird. 

You touched the burn mark gently. “I thought you threw this away.” 

Eddie furrowed his brow and shook his head, as if the thought had never even occurred to him. 

Then, after a brief period of silence, he said, “Hey, can I ask you something?” 

“Hm?” 

“Do you still have your journal?” 

The question brought a smile to your face. “You know I do.” 

Eddie nodded and put his hand over his mouth, concealing an ever-growing smile of his own. With his lips pressed against his knuckles, he said, “Okay, so… how many pages was I really in? I’ve always been curious.” 

You went quiet for a minute, trying to count the pages, but you soon realized it was pointless. Even if you counted them a thousand times, the answer would always be the same. 

“Not nearly enough,” you said, and Eddie’s eyes lit up with amazement.  

“That’s… a really good answer,” he said, and let loose an embarrassed laugh. “Shit, okay… yeah, I think I need a second to recover from that one.” 

He turned away and tried to regain his composure while you sat and watched, resisting the urge to tease him. Outside, a car was pulling up in front of the house across the road, its headlights flashing through the cracks in Eddie’s blinds. The sound of the engine made you both pause and reflect.

“I should probably take you home,” Eddie said. 

“Yeah,” you said, “but then again, it is very late.” 

“It is very late…” 

“And you’re probably tired…” 

“I am really tired…” 

“Plus, you’ve been drinking…” 

“You’re right, I have been drinking… So have you.”  

“Mhm,” you said, and felt your heart quicken with a surge of anxiety and excitement. “So, for both our sakes, I think the safest thing would be for me to just stay here tonight.”

You hid your eyes as these words left your lips, worried you might’ve overstepped and crossed some invisible line, but then you heard Eddie let out a quiet, contented sigh and you felt silly for worrying at all. 

“Okay,” he said, smiling to himself. 

He went to his closet, pulled out two shirts and presented them to you. “All right, pick one: Slayer or Megadeth. Choose wisely ‘cause this decision could very well determine the future of our relationship.”

You pressed your lips together and thought hard about it for a while. 

“Megadeth.”

"Good choice," Eddie said, and tossed it to you.

Thanks for reading! I was a little sleep-deprived while I was proofreading this, so if there are any typos, I'll catch them on my next re-read. Also, if you're wondering what'll happen when Wayne comes home from work in the morning, well... there's an upcoming bonus scene for that 😉

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[theravencawsatmidnight]

You is back! Oh oh, can I request Draco x slightly chubby reader, nfsw or fluff?

YES AND YES

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“Dray…”

“Yes my lovely Pet? Dont tell me you dont want to go . i even put on my good dress clothes for this bloody thing.”

“We-well..-”

His arms wrapped around your waist and a soft kiss was placed on your cheek. “What is it?”

“Do i… look okay..”

The man tilted his head at the silly question. “Pet, you look ravishing, beautiful, lovely, perfect”

You giggled. “Dray.. okay…”

He just kept going. “Wonderful, amazing, charming,”

“Dray..!” you laughed hitting the mans chest over and over till he grabbed your wrists and kissed them .

“You look amazing Pet, i promise. I love every inch of you, my perfect little Pet. my lovely Hufflepuff that swept me off my high horse.”

You leaned into Dracos chest closing your eyes while he swayed lightly , his arms around you tight with his fingers trailing up and down your back. It was just the Ball.. he was not sure why you were so worked up over it. The tall blond looked over you and then in the mirror at his reflection.

“Pet? Is it the dress?”

He felt you flinch. “I..i just think.. It ..would look better on..-”

“Absolutely no one, “ Draco tipped your head up. “It looks perfect on you, Pet ive told you, time and time again. You are fine. I promise. “

“Can.. we skip the Ball anyway…”

The man rolled his eyes pulling you closer to him giving you a kiss. “Lucky i love you so so much,what did you have in mind? And dont say that giants hut…”

The way your face lit up made him roll his eyes again.

“Fang!!!” you ran over to the happy dog giving him a hug letting him slobber all over you. Meanwhile Draco was watching with his arms folded next to the happy giant who was trying not to laugh.

“Back again huh?”

“Shut up” Draco went over to you and crouched down to lean into you while you pet Fangs tummy. “I love you,” he pinched at your stomach, getting a jump out of you.

“Dr-dray…”

“Hm?” he rubbed at your stomach and kissed your neck. “Sit on my lap Pet, i think the shooting stars are out tonight.”

“Bu-but…”

Draco gripped your hips sitting you on his lap hooking his arms around your hips. “Much better” he said with confidence.

You wiggled on the man but knew it would not end with you winning this disagreement, so you snuggled into his lap laying your head under his neck while he told you all about the stars, his hand rubbing your stomach lightly while the other was pointing at all the stars and constellations.

[pototters]

So, for your ask thing how about number 13 for Tokoyami Valentine's/White Day? I know the White Day part hasn't come out yet, but I'm still curious.

13. What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

Oh, shit. Uh, I definitely listen to music while I write, but I literally just hit shuffle on my entire song list. lmao

Some songs hit me better than others while I’m writing certain things, but I don’t really pay close enough attention that I remember exactly what they are.

For Tokoyami’s first part... hm. I’m not sure what song would be a good accompaniment. For the White Day, though, you’ll definitely wanna find you some good Evanescence music to go with the dose of angst in there. xD

[prismatales]

Word Count: 1.2k

Pairing: Mirio Togata x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Fluff fluff and more fluff, Mirio being a nervous wreck, little pinch of insecurities.

Hello there! It’s been a while but I’m back with some BNHA Fluff starring the sunshine boy himself! This is my entry for Anilysium’s sfw Collab. This month the prompt was “Accidental Kiss”, you can find the masterlist with everyone’s works here! 

This idea has been sitting in my wips since September and it was the perfect opportunity to work on it! Hope you guys enjoy it! Special thanks to @vivianvampyric for beta reading, I loved all of your suggestions, baby!

No matter how many times you thought about it, every single time was just as hilarious.

How can somebody as brave, cheerful and fearless as Mirio Togata be as nervous as his childhood friend, Tamaki Amajiki, at the idea of a confession? The same guy who faced the head of the Yakuza without hesitation is currently sitting beside you with rosy cheeks, looking around the park nervously while one hand brushes the back of his neck.

“So, you wanted to talk about something, right?”

When he asked you to meet him in the park during the weekend, you never expected this outcome. It’s almost like you’re standing before a completely different person as he continues to look away.

“Ahaha… it’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” He asks.

“Ah, yes it is.”

The way Mirio avoids the question confuses you, but it’s the way his hand clutches his knee anxiously, the way he coughs lightly, and the way his eyes avoid you to watch  the children playing nearby,  that makes your eyes widen slightly.

Could it really be what you think it is?

The more you look at him, it becomes more obvious that he’s having a hard time expressing his thoughts.

“We’ve known each other for a while now, haven’t we?” He stated simply as you nodded in response. 

“Yeah, remember the first time we met?” He groans as you giggle at the memory. During your U.A. entrance exam you ended up in the same testing area as Mirio. He could almost hear your shrill cries of embarrassment after he used his quirk in front of you for the first time. “Talk about first impressions, huh?”

Neither of you can stop laughing at the memory, thinking of all the good times from high school as well as the bad, which only helped you grow stronger.

You both went through hardships, providing each other a shoulder to lean on. But maybe you could be more than that one day…?

“You’re sweating a lot. Mirio, are you sure you’re okay?” He just nods quickly, pulling at the collar of his shirt that suddenly feels awfully suffocating. Despite all the emotions running wild through his head, he never stops smiling,  which is something you will never stop admiring, no matter what. It’s exactly that optimism that made you develop feelings for him in the first place.

“I’m fine, I'm fine! I just… There’s something I’ve wanted to ask for a long time.” He stays quiet for a short period. Once he takes a long, deep breath that soothes his nerves, his whole attitude shifts instantly.

With the confidence of a thousand men, Mirio rises from his seat on the bench to stand before you with a determined look on his face. It’s a simple gesture, but it’s more than enough to make the heat in your face grow within a matter of seconds, paralyzing you in place as you stare back at him with the fabric of your sundress clutched tightly between your fists.

After taking another breath, Mirio finally gathers the courage he needed to speak.

“We’ve known each other for a while now, and you’re also one of my closest friends.” Did he just friendzone you? “You’ve always been there for me, from the moment we walked into the same classroom, to all those times we needed help watching Eri. And we never stopped talking even after graduating, and I love having you around.”

What is this weird aching inside your chest? It’s almost like there’s something crawling its way through your ribcage, slowly approaching your heart to crush it in a deathly grip.

“Ahaha… yeah, it’s unbelievable, isn’t it?” You almost want to whimper on the spot, feeling like a small child after being scolded by their parents: Small, sad and vulnerable. It’s too good to be true, isn’t it? That the guy you’ve had a crush on for years feels the same way about you? 

You snap out of those negative thoughts when he takes your hands in his own. They’re much bigger than yours and covered in scars; you can feel the texture of each and every single one, all proof of all his hard work and dedication.

“The thing is,” his thumb traces small circles on top of your hand, making your heart beat faster against your chest. “I want to be more than friends with you!”

It’s incredible how a couple of words have such strength, enough to make the hammering in your chest intensify at a deafening pace that you swear even Mirio can hear. The words stay jammed in your throat, unable to come out through your trembling lips, which you lick nervously.

You’re so nervous that all of your senses feel like they’ve been amplified. Everything sounds so far and so close at the same time. The pounding in your chest, the lively chirping of the birds, the children playing behind Mirio: they sound closer than before, the noises blurring together into an incoherent mess.

“I love how you help everyone around you. How brave and fearless you are. That little scrunch of your nose whenever you’re deep in thought. That cute laughter of yours. I want to—!”

The sound of a loud smack can be heard in the distance, followed by a surprised shout from Mirio. All of sudden, you feel a blunt pain on your forehead as Mirio is suddenly pushed forwards and his face smashes painfully against yours. At the same time, a soft pair of lips come crashing down upon yours and his blue eyes are wide open as they stare into yours. There’s a shrill ringing in your ears as you’re trying to process everything going on.

Mirio’s body is draped over yours, one of his hands pressed firmly against the back of the bench to stop the fall. Neither of you move from the shock, caught off guard by the sudden change of events. Your mind is a cloudy mess when Mirio’s lips finally part from your own, leaving you both in a daze.

“I’m sorry sir!” A small voice snaps you out of it as Mirio turns around in surprise. One of the children from before is standing nearby, holding a red ball with an embarrassed smile. Are they sorry because they hit Mirio with the ball or because they interrupted?

You don’t know, but keep staring silently at their small frame as they run away with that ball clutched in their tiny hands.

“Hahaha...Talk about unexpected.” Once again, Mirio’s scratching the back of his head, chuckling as he looks away in embarrassment. But hearing those familiar giggles of yours makes him look back at you. “Everything okay?”

“You know, people usually start dating first before sharing their first kiss. But that was nice too.”

Mirio blinks repeatedly, processing your words over and over as you stand up from your seat, trying to smooth the wrinkles in your dress after clutching the fabric so hard.

“Does that mean... what do I think it means?” 

“...Yeah, it does.” Your head is tilted gently to the side. “I like you too, Mirio. And I feel the same way.” 

“Good,” He grabs your hands again, slowly lacing your fingers together. “Good. Can I… kiss you again?”

“Mhmm, just be careful of flying balls this time.”

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[nebula-jazz]

His World part 6

alpha dragon Bakugou x omega reader

The next week Bakugou and the others were acting odd. But as tax season came closer you slowly accepted your impending doom. Nightmares plagued your nights and you slowly sunk into despair. You couldn’t stop hearing the young couples screams.

The day that tax season started you wanted to stay in your nest instead of bringing the 15 measly gold coins to the tax collector. You know he was going to yell as scream as he did with every person that didn’t bring enough. But Bakugou gently shook you awake.

“Common. It will be ok.” He said softly. It panicked him that your scent was slowly fading away at your hopelessness as you sank into an omega depression.

“how do you know?” You snapped. He didn’t snap back like he normally would but simply smirked.

“Do you trust me?” You were confused at the question but you could tell by the look in his eye he was dead serious. You slowly nodded and his smirk widened. “Then it will be ok.”

“Ok.” was your soft reply as he handed you a pile of clothing. They were new and carefully hand made. You looked at Bakugou confused. His face was flushed and he refused to look at you.

“I’ll explain later... I’ll be down stairs waiting. I’m coming with you into town.” You went to protest but he was already descending the stairs. You sighed knowing full well you would not be able to convince the stubborn alpha otherwise.

You slowly put on the clothes and saw your poncho at the bottom of the pile. You picked it up and  huge wave of cinnamon and caramel hit your nose. You let out a content purr and pressed your nose to the soft fur of the collar. After a moment of calming your nerves, you slipped the poncho on. You were not going to tell Bakugou why it took you so long, but you were grateful that he had very obviously scented the poncho.

You came down the stairs reluctantly and saw Bakugou. His scowl softened and you smiled slightly.

On the way to town you fiddled with the small satchel that held your 15 gold coins and tried your best to breathe. Bakugou would bump his shoulder with yours every once in a while. Giving you much needed grounding.

When you both reached the town border a certain alpha was waiting for you. He seemed very proud of himself. He went to reach for you when a deep growl let him know that you were not alone. He shifted back and glared at Bakugou. Bakugou’s eyes were glowing in anger and steam puffed out his nose.

“And who is this Omega?” the alpha asked. Your once panic turned into anger.

“First off, you have no right to call me that, I do indeed have a name. It is Y/N if you actually asked. Second, This is the Dragon. His name is Bakugou.” You growled. The alpha went to hit you for disrespecting him, but Bakugou stood in front of you.

“I’d advise very strongly against that if you wish to keep your hand.” He said lowly. The deep growl sent shivers up your spine, but something the alpha said made those shivers bad.

“You won’t have them very long dragon. I know for a fact that they don’t have enough for theirs.” He said loudly. Your stomach sank. He was the one that told the king. He knew the consequences for omegas, but he doesn’t care. Bakugou must’ve figured this out as well and his back tensed, ready to rip this alpha apart.

“Bakugou,” You said calmly. “Let’s go.” It hurt, it really did, but you wouldn’t let this alpha control your life.

There was a large bustle in the middle of town and you had to push through the heavy crowds in order to get to the center. At the center, standing very proudly, was the king. Your blood boiled. You knew that he was here for your taxes, to make sure that you paid.

Your scent turned burnt and angry, and he stared directly at you. You stormed up, Bakugou not that far behind. His neutral face turned from a satisfied smirk to an angry snarl.

“Ah, Y/N L/N. What a pleasure to see you again.” He said in a sickly sweet voice. you snarled and threw the small amount of coins at him.

“You knew I couldn’t pay all 300 you rat bastard. You have been waiting for this since you murdered my parents.” you snapped. His satisfied smile returned.

“You have always been more perceptive than you probably should have been. I will be satisfying to watch you suffer.” He said in a low tone that only you and Bakugou could hear.

“Not exactly you old hag.” Bakugou snapped. You turned to him confused and he pulled out a very full satchel. “This is 285 gold pieces. No one will suffer today.” He hissed. The kings scent turned burnt as well and they stared each other down. But a angry dragon is still a dragon whether you are king or not.

King endeavor whipped to you with a burping hatred in his eyes. “Not today, but someday soon, I will have your heart stop beating. You will die. That is a promise.” He hissed. He turned a strode quickly to the taxpayers booth and to where his tent was.

After you two were in your land a on the road to the house you asked.

“How can I ever thank you Bakugou.” He stopped and you did as well. You searched his face for anything. His face was covered with his hair. 

“I want to court you.” He mumbled. You made a face of confusion. He pulled out a ring with several rubies in it. You looked at him and his eyes showed a longing hope. So you gently took it and examined it. It was handmade, you could tell by some of the crooked jewels.

You slowly slipped the ring on, accepting his offer. You looked up in time to see his face split into a wide smile and he picked you up. He swung you around burying his face in the crook of your neck. For the first time in a long while you felt truly happy.

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[tomurasprincess]

Kinktober Day 10: Chikan (His Biggest Fan)

Day 10: Chikan Title: His Biggest Fan Pairing: Hawks x Reader Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: Dubcon, chikan, coercion, manipulation, public sex, exhibitionism, yandere Note: A bit of a shorter one tonight because I have a few coming up that are going to be much longer. Also, it is technically still October 10th here, so it is not late (let me just mentally have this reasoning, please.)

“You’re - you’re Hawks, oh my god,” you can’t help the words that slip from your mouth when you see the number two hero stand beside you on the busy subway. He’s been your favorite since the first time he made the hero scene, and you can’t believe he’s right beside you.

“Yes I am,” he gives you a smile that could win anyone over before moving to stand even closer to you. “Are you a fan of mine, little bird?”

The endearment causes your heart to race in excitement even though you know he’s probably this friendly to everyone. “Yes, I’ve been following your hero work for a while now, and I’m a huge fan!” 

You pause for a second before hastily adding, “that might make me sound like a stalker, I know, but I promise I don’t mean it like that.”

He reaches out to trail a finger down your bare arm, causing goosebumps to raise as you shiver. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind,” he chuckles at you. “You’re a cutie.” He steps towards you, putting one hand up above your head to clutch at the bar. He towers over your small form, close enough that you can smell the cologne he uses. Your heart is beating out of your chest in disbelief of what is happening. This has been a deep, dark fantasy of yours, one that you would never admit to anyone. And now it seems to be happening. 

His finger trails lower, tracing a pattern on the front of your shirt, dangerously close to your breasts. “And you’re even wearing my merchandise. You must be such a good fan.” 

You feel your cheeks go hot, embarrassment causing you to be unable to meet his eyes. You forgot that you were wearing one of your many Hawks fan shirts. Although you feel no shame when wearing it out, it feels different somehow when the man himself is the one who sees you in it.

He takes a finger under your chin and raises it to meet his eyes. “Since you’re such a good fan, maybe you could do me a favor.”

“I don’t know how someone like me could help someone as great as you, but I’ll do what I can!” Your thoughts instantly move to grand notions like helping him with a case or other fanciful notions that you know can’t be the truth but you can’t help wanting anyway.

But you were certainly not expecting him to grip your hips and pull you flush against him, grinding his hardening erection into your thigh. He grabs your hand and moves it downward, closing your hand around the bulge. “I think you can help me with this, little bird. Don’t you?”

“I - I don’t know,” you trail off a bit, unsure how to truly respond.

“So you won’t help me then? That’s fine, I know it’s probably too much for anything but a true fan to do.”

“But I’m a true fan,” you protest instantly, “I promise I am!”

“So you’ll help me after all,” he turns you around and pushes you against the bar as he humps against the curve of your ass. You hear the rustling of his clothes, and feel your skirt being lifted up. Everything is happening too fast for you and your head is spinning from trying to process everything.

“Wait, I’m not so sure about this,” you try to reason with him, “we’re in public, what if someone sees?”

You feel his chest rumble with a laugh. “You really are a good fan, worried about my reputation.” You see his wings spread out a bit, coming to wrap around you and cover you from view. A few people turn to look in your direction, but they smile and glance away, simply assuming that you’re his girlfriend and he’s being protective of you.

“Now no one can see,” you feel his hot, hard cockhead probing at your entrance. “You’ll just have to be very quiet so no one suspects anything, and since you’re such a good girl, I know you can do that for me.” And with that he begins to push inside of you. The sting of him stretching out your mostly dry walls causes tears to form in your eyes, ones that you rapidly blink away so that nobody sees. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans deeply into your ear, burying his face in your neck as he bites down. “You feel so good clamping down on my cock like that.”

You whine a bit as he finally enters you completely, cockhead resting against your cervix as he gives you time to adjust. “You’re a true fan, to help me like this,” he grunts softly as he begins to move, veins and ridges of his cock sliding against your walls in a way that starts out painful but soon feels wonderful.

He reaches around to find your clit, rubbing down on the throbbing bead. You grip the bar you’re facing, biting into the meat of your hand to contain your moan as pleasure zings through you. His short, shallow thrusts inside of you quickly become harder as you grow wet and he’s able to move more freely. “I want you to cum around my cock, little bird,” he whispers into your ear. “Think you can do that for me?”

“Y-yes Hawks,” you whimper a bit as his fingers rub your clit harder, pussy clenching down around him at the stimulation. 

“Mmm, call me Keigo, little bird,” he reaches around to reach under your shirt, pulling your bra up so that he can grip your breasts, tweaking your nipples until they’re rock hard.

You move your hand just a bit higher on the bar so that you can push back to meet his thrusts. “Yes, Keigo, oh fuck it feels so good,” you whisper as quietly as you can. The squelching noises as his cock slams into you leaves you feeling both ashamed and oddly thrilled.

Your hero trusts you enough to help him with a problem. To stay quiet and not let anyone see what he’s doing to you to preserve his reputation. 

You would hate to disappoint him.

You feel your lower stomach tighten as you near your orgasm, and Hawks must sense it too, because he adjusts his angle to hit a sensitive spot inside of you that causes your pussy to pulse around him. 

He manages to stay quiet, letting out only sharp huffs of breath, but you fare much worse than he is. You’re biting so hard into your hand that you can taste blood as you try to contain your noises and gripping the bar hard enough that your hand is turning red.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” his blunt nails dig hard into your thighs as he speeds up. “Let me cum inside.”

You feel a sense of unease at that. You’re not on any birth control, so what happens if you get pregnant?

He must sense your hesitation, as he starts to reassure you with gentle touches across your body. “Please, your pussy feels so fucking amazing, little bird,” Keigo grunts into your ear. “You would prove yourself as my biggest fan if you just let me fill you up.”

A sense of excitement builds up in you. His biggest fan? Of course you’re his biggest fan, and you have to prove it to him. You have to let him know how much he means to you.

“Hhnggg, alright,” you groan, “please cum inside of me, Keigo, I want to prove it to you.”

“Such a good girl,” he chuckles at your response and grinds down on your swollen clit, and the pleasure shoots straight to your core. You’re thrown into such an intense orgasm that the bar you’re gripping is the only thing that keeps you standing, your knees wanting to buckle from the sensations rolling through you.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, pace stuttering as hot cum paints your walls white. There’s so much that it leaks out a bit, dripping down your leg. Finally the stimulation is too much, and he pulls out of you in such an abrupt movement that you whine at the feeling of being so empty. 

He readjusts himself into his pants, pushing your panties back into place to prevent any more cum from leaking out. You pull away from the bar a bit, only to stumble and almost collapse as your legs buckle. Keigo catches you easily, smiling at your blissed out look. “Here’s what we’re going to do next. Are you listening?”

“Yes, of course,” you nod your head several times.

“We’re going to get off at the next stop, and you’re coming with me. Do you understand?”

“What do you mean,” you answer hesitantly, confusion overtaking your features. The idea of going home with him is an absolute dream, but you have so many things to do. “I’m on my lunch break, so - “

“You heard me. You’re coming home with me.”

“But what about work, I really have to head - “

“Little bird, you disappoint me,” he sighs dramatically, shaking his head at you in disbelief. “I thought you were my biggest fan, but apparently work is more important.”

“No!” Your voice comes out slightly higher pitched than you intended as panic almost overtakes you. This is your chance and you’re about to blow it over something as trivial as work. “You’re right. Work isn’t important, not when it comes to you.”

His smile instantly returns, looking like the sun coming back out from the clouds. “I’m so glad.” He wraps an arm tightly around you as he leads you to the opening door. “I can’t wait to finally get you home, my little bird.”

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[theravencawsatmidnight]

Rabbit. Chapter One. Complete!

Draco Malfoy x f! Hufflepuff Reader

Draco catches a Hufflepuff attempting to cheat and torments the poor girl . Over the days he subjects her to all sorts of possessive behavior while trying to understand his feelings.

W!possessive behavior, power imbalance, bullying, blackmail slight nsfw

Chapter Two

All current parts

After two years in Azkaban for how he treated you he was finally free. The only thing keeping him going was you. Now finally reunited with his Rabbit he thinks things will go easier for him. But Draco is struggling mentally and refusing to ask for help.

[freckledoriya]

“say yes to the dress” (midoriya x reader)

WARNINGS: none, just fluff!

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

SUMMARY: Shopping for your wedding dress with your fiancé brings up old memories of the two of you together as hero and sidekick. 

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: this my fifth fic for @bnhabookclub‘s bingo event (see my bingo masterlist here). a lot of the ideas in this fic came from a request from @belli-jelly, so a lot of credit goes to them! i changed some things, but hope what i did with your request was okay! 

You and Midoriya were never the “traditional” type of couple: always doing things out of order, never following the proper timeline of a relationship. So when it came time for you to go wedding dress shopping, you didn’t hide away from the fact that you wanted your fiancé there in the store with you. 

Opting to not believe in the superstition of bad luck being bestowed upon those who let their soon-to-be-husband see their significant other in their wedding dress before the big day, you invited him to the wedding dress boutique you now found yourself roaming the aisles of. When the time arrived for you to start thinking about wedding dresses, you wanted nothing more than the man you love to help you make the big decision. 

Rows and rows or dresses surround you, encompassing you in walls of white and lace. You turn to look back at Izuku who is sitting on a large white couch, nervously twiddling his scarred thumbs as he usually does when he’s brought into new and different social situations. Sighing, you signal to the saleswoman helping you that you’ll be a moment as you walk over to your soon-to-be-husband. 

“Hey,” you say softly, placing your hand delicately on his shaking knee. “You okay?”

He looks at you apologetically. “I feel like I’m not supposed to be here.” 

“You can leave if you want,” you say. “You don’t have to be here.”

He shakes his head and puts his hand on top of yours. “I want to be here. With you.” 

You feel your lips reflexively turn into a smile, as they often do when you're around him. You’re about to confess your love for him for the millionth time when the saleswoman walks up with a few beautiful wedding gowns in tow. 

“Have you thought about necklines?” the sales associate asks as you run your hands over the plastic coverings of the dresses she picked out. “V-neck, off the shoulder… a sweetheart neckline would look wonderful on you! I’ve picked out a few here for you to try on.”

You hum in agreement and stand up to walk over to the fitting room, looking back at your fiancé, who flashes you an encouraging smile. “Sweetheart sounds great.”

“We’ll be going as high school sweethearts,” you explain to Midoriya. “The villain hosting this social event won’t see through it if we make it believable.” 

The two of you ride in a taxi to the disclosed location, dressed up in your formal wear for the evening. You and Midoriya had worked as pro-heroes at the same agency for only a few days before the two of you were paired together on this mission. Both of you were assigned to go undercover as a married couple to a villain’s large social party in order to gather information. Since neither of you had become well-known heroes, you both were perfect candidates for the mission. 

“B-believable?” Izuku asks, his face turning a slight shade of pink at the thought of what that could imply. 

“Relax,” you say with a flick of your wrist and eye roll. “We won’t have to do anything beyond hand holding.” 

Midoriya lets out a nervous laugh, and you can’t help but notice a twinge of disappointment in it. Maybe you’re imagining things. But between that and his nervous muttering when you appeared in your outfit for the night, you couldn’t help but wonder, could this green-haired hero have a thing for you?

“If something happens, we might have to reveal ourselves,” Izuku says, determination filling his eyes. 

“I’m prepared for that eventuality,” you reply with a smirk, reaching behind you to unzip the top of your capped dress, revealing the compact folded cross bow and three arrows you have strapped to your back. 

“Oh,” Izuku says in surprise. “I thought you could create your arrows using your quirk? Like how Creati makes things?” 

You let out a laugh. “I don’t have a quirk. I’m just a person that’s good with a bow and arrow.” 

“W-Wait, really?!”

You giggle at his shocked expression as the car comes to a stop. “Show time.”

“So how long have you two been together?”

“About two years,” you reply to the saleswoman as the two of you sort through the pile of dresses you’ve picked out. “Well, officially for two years, unofficially for almost three.”

“Unofficially?” she asks.

You nod and laugh. “I was his sidekick for a number of stealth missions and our undercover story was always that we were a couple.”

“Sound romantic,” the woman teases.

“You’d be surprised! Our first kiss was due to a villain testing us to see if we really were a couple.”

“Oh? How’d that go over?”

You smile back at the memory. “I grabbed him by his collar and kissed him right then and there. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen a human being turn a brighter shade of red. He almost blew our cover.”

She laughs along with you. “I see what you meant when you called and said you two weren’t a traditional couple.”

You hum in agreement and begin to unzip a dress to try on. “I like this one.”

The saleswoman helps you step into the dress. “An a-line silhouette with an illusion neckline. Good choice! I love the small opening on the back.”

“If we see something suspicious, we’ll only have a small opening,” Midoriya says, handing you the binoculars.  

The two of you sit side by side in your agency’s stakeout van, trading off who’s on lookout duty. Both of you had been tasked with staking out a villain’s possible hideout. The chill winter air from the outside makes the inside of the van frigid. Wrapping yourself up in the hoodie that Izuku leant you, you breathe in the scent of him and cherish how it feels, as if the hero himself were embracing you. 

This is the first mission since you realized your newfound feelings towards Midoriya. Over the past months, the two of you have gone from one-time mission partners to hero and sidekick, you being the latter. But you really didn’t mind being Deku’s sidekick. He was courteous, attentive, and caring. What you did mind, however, was how you began to feel about him.

It’s an unsaid code that hero/sidekick relationships are a no-go. Romantic feelings tend to get in the way of what should be a professional agreement between two parties. You loved Izuku Midoriya. You loved his never-faltering smile, the speckle of freckles across the apples of his cheeks, the way he put 110% into everything he ever did, and you loved the way he made you feel like anything was possible, quirk or no quirk. 

However, you cherished your current relationship with him too much to risk it all. Because in no universe could he return feelings from a quirkless doomed to be a forever-sidekick like yourself.  So you kept your amorous feelings at bay, electing instead to steal longing glances when you thought he wasn’t looking.

But he was looking. He would often swear to himself that he saw you staring from the corner of his eye. He began to question if you felt the same way about him that he felt about you. That couldn’t be, though, right? You were amazing; an incredible person whose strength went seemingly unmatched. And he was just… Deku. 

The truth is, ever since that mission that forced you into an impromptu kiss, he has wanted nothing more in the world than to feel your lips on his again. He was too shocked, too nervous to appreciate it the first time around. He wished another situation would call for such a gesture again, so that he could truly cherish what it could feel like to be loved by the most amazing person he knew. Because he truly loves and adores you. 

It was moments like these, 3AM in a stakeout van, the cold air just begging for the two of you to use each other for warmth, that tested both of your limits. You felt the lock you kept on your feelings starting to loosen as the hours passed, maybe because of the lack of sleep, maybe because the hole where you were shoving all your feelings down had reached its limit. Either way, you couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth, even if you wanted to. 

“Midoriya…. You’re-”

“Incredible,” the saleswoman says simply as you turn around in your dress, the white fabric swaying across the floor. “You look absolutely incredible!”

“Thank you,” you say, staring at your reflection in the mirror. It’s finally starting to sink in that you’ll be getting married. Not just married to anyone, but married to the man of your dreams, someone who you could, figuratively and literally, fight side by side with forever. 

“What do you think about this one?” you ask, stepping out of the dressing room.

As expected, your fiancé immediately starts tearing up. 

“You look perfect.”

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Hi there the writings are amazing. Can I pretty please have another nighteye one where we just see him as a doting dad before his death with him being that amazing dad. Like just fluffy goodness. Thank you again X

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒆

Word Count: 1.2k

Category: Fluff.

Content/Warnings: Just a tiny pinch of angst, No beta read, Nighteye's partner is left ambiguous.

It feels good to catch up with my askbox for once lol. Hope you guys enjoy it ❤.

This man, I repeat...This man has been wrapped around his little girl’s finger since the moment she was born.

He had been away on a mission alongside All-Might a few days before the birth. So he spent the whole time being such a nervous wreck that it almost ended up with All-Might giving him a “Carolina slap” in order to calm him down.

As soon as the mission was over and they were on their way home, Sasaki received a call from the hospital, telling him that the labor had started earlier than the due date and his child would be born soon.

It’s a unique sign for everyone around, to see someone as calm and collected as Sir Nighteye turning into an anxious mess. Literally vibrating in anxiety and paranoia at the idea of something going wrong during the birth while he’s not around.

And as soon as he steps out of the train, Sasaki’s already making his way towards the hospital, unable to think about anything else but getting there as soon as possible for his family.

When he finally arrives at the hospital, disheveled as if he had run a marathon. The first thing he does is rush towards the receptionist and ask for his partner’s room. Completely ignoring a doctor’s shout not to run in the halls as he makes way to the assigned room.

Once he finds said room, he nearly kicks the door down out of panic, and immediately freezes on the spot at the sight in front of him. There’s a pink bundle in his spouse’s arms that won’t stop wiggling and cooing at them.

With shaky steps, he approaches the two of them, being welcomed with a huge smile and a kiss before turning his attention towards the little being cradled in his lover’s arms. A little newborn with the perfect combination of their parent’s traits keeps yawning widely before shoving a tiny fist in their mouth.

“Here, you should hold her.” His eyes go wide open as soon as he hears those words...A girl? He had a daughter? A little girl…?

There’s no wasted time as the small newborn is carefully handed to him with instructions to support her tiny head full of hair, which he meticulously did.

As he observed every single thing, every single detail about the little girl looking at him with eyes full of curiosity, almost like she already knew who was the man holding her. In that moment, Mirai Sasaki was instantly wrapped around his daughter’s finger.

On one occasion, his spouse asked if he’s ever been tempted to use his quirk on their daughter in order to see what awaits her in the future. But as tempting as it is sometimes, he refuses to do so for a simple reason; Because he would rather leave every moment of her daughter’s life as a surprise.

However, there was this time he was close to doing it, after she got sick to the point of having to be hospitalized when she was two years old. A severe case of pneumonia that had both Sasaki and his spouse worried out of their minds.

He refused to leave his child’s side, even All-Might himself told him to take as much time as he needed to take care of the little girl. 

Once his child was finally out of danger, Sasaki refused to leave her side for an entire month, worried and terrified at the thought of losing her.

He’s never missed a single thing concerning his child. Learning to crawl? He was there. First steps? He was the one she walked to that time. Her first words? Well, she actually called out for the other parent. Sasaki kept sulking for three days after that...

An important part of this man’s daily routine is saying goodbye to his spouse and his daughter with a hug and a kiss, resisting the urge to take her to work whenever she starts whining, pouting and leaning over while making grabby hands at him.

But he always makes up for this once he’s back, and the small toddler is sprinting her way towards him with a huge, toothy smile and a loud, gleeful squeal as soon as she hears her father say “I’m home!”.

Everyone at his agency always makes jokes about asking their support agency for an armored baby carrier so Nighteye can bring his child to work...The email with the request has never been sent after he got the stink eye from his spouse.

There’s a running bet at the agency. Will Sir Nighteye arrive with his regular hairstyle or covered in ribbons and glitter after a beaty session with his daughter? You never know which one it’ll be, but during those days he comes looking like the human version of pinkie pie, Miss joke constantly sends him an invitation to team-up.

The day his daughter started kindergarten was a nightmare...at least for Sasaki.

For a little girl that would cling to her father 24/7, she’s awfully calm during her first day of school. Waving goodbye to her parents through the other side of the gate. Her parents however, are making an effort not to weep in front of the other parents as their princess is already making friends with the other children.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go home, princess?” “Yes! Now go save people!”

Did she cry after her parents left? Not at all. Her parents were both pleased and disappointed.

“...What if she doesn’t love her daddy anymore?” “Sasaki, I’ve never seen a child who loves their father more than our daughter.” “But what if--”

His partner was already threatening to call All-Might, ready to ask the hero and ask him to smack his sidekick all over again, that made him shut up in an instant.

He never, I repeat...never misses anything concerning his daughter’s school. A school fair? He’s more than ready to help her out with her project. School play? He’ll be in the first row. and on the rare occasion he’s unable to attend, either his spouse or another sidekick will be there to film the whole thing.

Graduation day? He made sure the camera charged overnight and left it near the keys so he wouldn’t forget it….he also took an additional battery just in case. Every single minute from the moment her class is standing at the front to the moment the teachers handle the diplomas are recorded in HD.

Whatever she decides to do with her future, Sasaki will respect her decision and support her in every step of the way...But that doesn’t mean he’s not worried out of his mind if she decides to go into UA’s hero course. 

That night after dinner the memory of his former mentor won’t stop haunting him, even morphing into some twisted perspective where it’s not All-Might, but his little girl who’s lying in that cold, dark room.

He’s close, so close to forbid her from joining the hero course, let alone allow her to attend UA at all or any hero school...but then again, he knows it’s not fair to forbid her from doing what she loves just because he’s scared of losing his only child.

So, although hesitant, he’ll still support her decision in every step of her career...With one condition…

“Promise me you’ll join your father’s agency after graduating…" “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t, dad.”

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