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bexleyfix · 9 months ago

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Ending Our Friendship

(Stranger Things AU)

Prom photos are posted at the end of the story!

WARNINGS AND TRIGGERS: 18+ ONLY (ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS) NSFW... Mature sexual content, suggestive situations and discussions, smut, pining, angst, fluff, swearing, smoking, drinking, mentions of drug use.

RELATIONSHIPS: Eddie Munson x Y/n ♡ friends to lovers; Gareth, Jeff, Doug, Dustin, Mike, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Max, Lucas, and El are side characters.

Copying, translating, or posting my work as your own is expressly forbidden. I do not give my permission. Reports with credit to me are encouraged.

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What can I say about Eddie Munson? Well... he's eccentric, erratic, rambunctious, sarcastic, definitely an attention whore... irritable, obnoxious, unruly... long story short, he's kind of a dick. A menace to society whose name, behavior, interests, and all-around heavy metal image have earned him the reputation of 'Town Freak'. But it's an erroneous label born out of prejudice and arrogance, and one he most certainly doesn't deserve.

I'm not exactly a favorite among my peers either. My thrifty style, music taste, and shy demeanor make me an easy target for the ignorant fucks who dominate the high school hierarchy, and so does my association with The Hellfire Club. And since Eddie's a close friend of mine, I'm empathetic. I don't blame him for his behavior, 'cause I know it's a defense mechanism, a way of taking the torment bestowed upon him by the oppressors of Hawkins and turning it into some whimsical public attraction to hide his internal suffering and keep people on edge.

In any case, Munson's a pest. A huge, irritating, aggravating pest... a giant, perverted, flamboyant...... oh... who the fuck am I kidding? Whatever he is... I want him. I want him like a fat kid wants cake. I want him so goddamn bad that every time I lay eyes on him, hear his melodic, raspy voice, or even catch wind of his name, I feel like I wanna hurl. Fuck butterflies, that sexy son of a bitch makes me feel like I have a full-blown professional wrestling match ensuing in my gut. But could I tell him? Of course not. He doesn't see me as relationship material. I'm just 'one of the guys', permanently embedded in the friend zone, and if he ever found out my true feelings it would have grave repercussions on the whole dynamic of our collective friendships. So, I'm forced to put on a face, pretend that I'm immune to his charm, bottle up my feelings, and let them eat away at my insides.

In the four years I've attended Hawkins High not a day has gone by where Eddie Munson hasn't invaded my every thought, innocent or otherwise. Even when our interactions were non-existent, or nothing more than a hello here and there, I haven't been able to escape that scrumptious motherfucker's temptation no matter how hard I try. Ok... so I don't actually try that hard. Fuck it... I don't try at all... but I pretend to.

Eddie makes it a point to bother anyone he damn well pleases, but I seem to be his favorite prey, and I'll be damned if he doesn't get some sick perverse pleasure from incessantly teasing me. It's normal for he and I to playfully flirt and sexually tease each other. He knows he can get a rise out of me without the added contempt he gets from everyone else, but it's a game to him, just a game, one that I secretly love to play, but recently it's gotten a lot worse, and it was becoming unbearable.

Robin Buckley's the only one who knows my true feelings. She's been my best friend since we met in band freshman year. Being a bit of a loner herself, she and I just clicked. She too can't seem to find the courage to approach her respective love interest (our bandmate, Vickie), but Robin's reasons are more justified. Even still, we both live each day in a loop of self-induced torture. Robin at least gets a weekend reprieve, but not me. Sharing the same friends as Eddie, my torture is continuous, resuming every weekday morning in first-period art class, and today was another typical Friday. At least... that's how it started.

~~~~~

"Alright, guys. Today, I'm gonna meet with you all individually to see how you're doing on your projects for the year-end show. And for those of you who've decided to procrastinate... Mr. Munson, I'm looking at you... I need to ok your idea and make sure you have ample time to complete your work, and that your subject matter is appropriate."

"Aww, come on Mrs. S. You know I always finish my work on time." Eddie flashed the teacher a debonair smile.

"You better... if you finally wanna graduate. But your last project wasn't exactly school-friendly." She smiled back in jest.

I remember that project. The perfect example of Eddie's outlandish shenanigans. He'd drawn a Boris-style rendering of himself all but slaughtering his least favorite jock dipshit. But Mrs. Schwagert's one of the coolest teachers in this school, and unlike most, she's not quick to judge her students, including Eddie. She has a way of connecting with all of us.

Eddie scoffed playfully before spouting off an equally playful retort. "That hurts, Mrs. S. I thought you of all people would understand that I took an avant-garde approach, conceptualizing the fight against tyranny in today's society."

"Well, be that as it may, Mr. Munson, your tactless display of violence toward another student won't be tolerated, so I'd like to meet with you first."

I smiled to myself as Eddie exchanged playful banter with our art teacher, gawking at him like I do most of the day until their meeting was concluded, and like clockwork, he resumed his position right up my ass.

"Hi, there!" He proclaimed in his best baritone imitation of Freddy 'Boom Boom' Washington from 'Welcome Back Kotter'.

I closed my sketch pad and looked up. "Now, the Sweathog part I get, but Washington? I don't see it."

"Ok, how 'bout Barbarino?"

He started shimmying back and forth in proper Barbarino fashion and I burst into laughter.

"Um... the hair, maybe, but you're not exactly a chick magnet. You're more of a mashup between Epstein and Horshack. Quick-witted, but super annoying."

"Fair enough." He plopped into the open seat next to me. "So... does that make you Hotsy Totsy, my little... Bunny?"

Oh yeah... every day Eddie makes it a point to devise a new moniker for me that starts with the next sequential letter of the alphabet. Today we were back to B.

"Not quite. I don't have a kid or moonlight as a stripper." I gave him a cheeky smile.

"You sure about that? You look like you belong on a street corner in that outfit."

I scoffed. "It's not that bad."

I looked down at my clothes. Ok, the v-neck crop top and fish nets, sure, but my skirt covered my waist and it wasn't that short. Suddenly feeling self-conscious I wrapped my sweater around myself, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Whatever you say. I'm certainly not complaining."

He looked me up and down with a Cheshire grin, and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't you have someone else you can pester? I'm busy."

"Doing what? More doodles that you refuse to share with me? What do you draw in there anyway? Is it your secret crush? Ooo! Is it me?"

He could not be more spot on. My sketch pad was filled with doodles of his mouthwatering, metalhead physique, as well as some more risqué renderings that I may or may not imagine him doing to me like... all the time. So of course, I lied.

"You wish, Munson."

"Oh, I do, Bunny. But if it's not me, then who is it? That Ian Astbury guy, or uh... what's his face... that wrestler? The one who looks like a roided up Tom Selek, um..." he snapped his fingers in recognition, "oh, Scott Hall? Wait!... It's Harrington isn't it? I know you two are chummy, and I wouldn't blame you. He's a dreamy hunk of hairy beast, but I'd have no problem being your dirty little sidepiece."

Eddie cocked his head to the side, flashed me a suave smile, and wiggled his eyebrows. He was such a dork, but he was right... about the chummy part anyway. Steve Harrington is my friend, which is a fucking miracle in its own right seeing that before he and Robin started working together, I never got a second glance from the 'King' of Hawkins High, but it turns out he's a gentle soul, and not the egotistical, jock douche we thought he was. But Robin puts it best, our friendship with Steve is platonic with a capital P.

"Hmm, as tempting as that sounds... I think I'll pass."

"Ok, suit yourself. Gareth would kill me if I tried to lay a hand on you anyway. Sisters are off limits."

I wasn't actually Gareth's sister, but I've lived next door to him since we were kids, and our families are super close. I do love that dumbass like a brother, but like most brothers, he's an annoying shit with a big mouth, so he has no idea how I feel about Eddie.

"Speaking of your lovable, surrogate little brother, you comin' to watch us practice tonight?"

"I wouldn't exactly call what you guys do, practice. All you do is fuck around and rip on each other the whole time."

"True, but you keep us in check, so you have to come over."

"Oh, I have to, huh? What if I don't feel like it?"

"Well, then I'll be forced to wait 'til Tuesday to waste my sexual prowess on girls who won't give me the time of day, resulting in me crying myself to sleep, again."

He popped out his bottom lip and gave me puppy dog eyes. Goddammit!

"Uh-huh. And... why do you suppose that is?"

"Well, probably because they don't know how to handle my natural charisma and raw animal magnetism. If they knew what they were missing, they'd be all over me."

"Is that right?" I leaned toward him provocatively, making sure to flaunt my cleavage. "And uh, what exactly are they missing?"

He was visibly frazzled, just how I wanted him. He swallowed hard, trying to make eye contact but unable to peel his gaze from my tits.

"Um... let's just say, that when it comes to the utmost in sexual pleasure... I'm your guy."

"Mmm... that good, are ya?"

"Oh, Bunny. I'm first-rate."

"And you think I... would be able to handle you?"

"Maybe..." He swallowed again. "There's only one way to know for sure."

"Is that so?" I looked him over seductively. "Sounds like that'd be one hell of a time."

"You have no idea."

I nodded slowly and smiled, our faces separated by mere inches.

"I suppose I don't." I stared at his lips, watching him squirm uncomfortably in his chair, and I went in for the kill. "Well, Mr. Fantastic, how could I refuse an offer like that?"

I leaned closer as if going in for a kiss and SMACKED him square in the forehead.

"OW, SHIT! SON OF A..."

I sat back in my chair as he pressed the butt of his hand to his forehead.

"I've gotta hand it to ya, Munson, I didn't think your persistence could be any more annoying, but you proved me wrong."

"Ok, I get it. No sexy time from Bunny. Way to crush my ego."

"I thought you'd be used to it by now. You can keep laying it on as thick as you want. I'm not sleeping with you."

"Y/l/n! I'll meet with you now. Get back to work, Mr. Munson."

"Yes, ma'am!" Eddie gave Mrs. S. a salute.

"Saved by scholastic decree. Catch you on the flip side, Fabio."

I smiled slyly, grabbed my sketchbook, and made my way to Mrs. S's desk as Eddie yelled after me.

"Let me know if you change your mind."

"I won't."

Without turning around I gave him the finger. I caught the faint sound of his chuckle and smiled to myself.

~~~~~

With my Walkman blaring, I navigated my way toward the cafeteria through the crowded hallways of Hawkins High, trying not to get knocked around like a pinball when Robin came running up to me in true motormouth fashion.

"Hey-gotta skip lunch to finish my history assignment-try to find a date for prom-meet up with you later-love you-bye!"

And like that, she disappeared into the sea of students before I could get a word in. This meant I'd have to sit with the Hellfire Club today, so I took a detour and headed to their table.

"What's the haps, nerds? Mind if I sit?"

I got lazy waves from the older boys, but Dustin and Mike immediately perked up and flashed me bashful smiles and enthusiastic waves, which I returned in kind.

"I've got a seat for you right here."

Eddie patted his lap. I smiled seductively, walked toward him, and squatted as if about to sit. The look on his face was priceless, but just before my ass made contact with his lap, I straightened up and crushed his dreams.

"Ooo... fat chance, fucker. Scoot over bro."

I nudged Gareth, plopping down in the seat between him and Eddie.

"Well, played, Bunny."

"Bunny? Are you still playing that stupid letter game?" Gareth asked.

"Unfortunately."

"You know you love it."

I flashed Eddie an unamused smile and started digging into my lunch bag.

"No Buckley today?" Gareth asked receiving a shake of my head as confirmation. "Hey, that girl Becky from band asked me to Prom."

I had a mouth full of food. "Mm, I like her. She's super sweet."

"Prom? You're actually gonna attend that monstrosity?"

"Why wouldn't I? Becky's hot. Just 'cause no one will go with you doesn't mean I have to sit at home with my thumb up my ass."

"Oh, sweet burn."

Mike gave Gareth a high five, and I couldn't hold back a laugh at Eddie's expense.

"Wheeler, it's not wise to upset your Dungeon Master."

Eddie flashed Mike an evil grin and Mike's face fell. He quickly turned his attention back to Gareth.

"El and I are going too. Do you guys wanna ride with us? We're getting a limo."

"Thanks, man, but we're hitching a ride with Buckley, Harrington, and Y/n."

"You're going too?"

Eddie looked at me somewhat perplexed.

"Mm-hm." I continued to eat nonchalantly, watching Eddie laugh in disbelief.

"With who?"

I furrowed my brow. Was that a hint of jealousy in his tone? Nah, couldn't be.

"Myself... and..." I waved my finger in a circle around the table to indicate everyone sitting there.

"You're all going?"

"Yes, killjoy. Nothing is stopping you from coming with us. It's a Masquerade theme this year. It'll be fun."

"Fun?! Bunny, I have no desire to attend the masquerade of forced conformity." He smiled smugly.

"Well, we do. So shut your face."

Still sensing the piercing glare of a pair of deep brown eyes, I lifted my head slowly to see Eddie smiling at me, elbow on the table and chin in hand.

"Yes?" I droned.

"Whatcha listenin' to?"

"Music," I retorted, jerking back when Eddie tried to steal my headphones.

"Why so secretive? Isn't she secretive?" Eddie addressed the younger boys of the group.

"Eddie, she probably just wants to eat her lunch in peace," Dustin answered.

"Pshh, then she's at the wrong table," Mike joked.

I shot them a friendly wink.

"Who's side are you guys on? You gotta crush on her or something? Well, you can both stop kissing her ass 'cause she's too old for you."

"I don't. I have the sweetest girlfriend in the world, and she's a genius."

"She's not very smart if she's dating you."

"Shut up, Jeff." Dustin threw a carrot at Jeff and Eddie chucked a pretzel at Dustin and Mike.

"Jesus, you guys are such dicks. Stop tormenting them. Dusty, is Susie coming?"

"I wish. Her dad'll never let that happen. I'm goin' stag... again."

"Don't worry, I'll save you a dance." He smiled bashfully.

"Jesus, this is torment. I'm surprised you're not going with Harrington." Eddie addressed me before turning to Dustin. "You know she draws erotic pictures of him in her sketchbook, right?"

"What?!" The whole table exclaimed.

"I do not." I shoved the side of Eddie's head.

"Do you really?"

"Of course not, Dusty. Eddie just refuses to let go of his nonconformist pride and have a little fun, so he's taking his frustration out on me. You know Steve and I are JUST FRIENDS!" I emphasized, staring daggers at Eddie before turning back to my food.

"Then show me the sketchbook."

"Fuck off, Munson... hey, what the..." Before I could react Eddie swiped my headphones and put them on. "Give 'em back, asshole!"

"Goddamn! This is some heavy shit. What is this?"

"It's your face meeting my fist if you don't give 'em back."

He held me at arm's length as I tried, and failed, to reclaim my headphones, but I soon gave up, crossing my arms over my chest in a huff.

"Ok, fine! It's 'The Raging Wrath of the Easter Bunny'."

"Hahaha! WHAT?"

"It's a demo. The band's called Mr. Bungle. They're from Eureka."

"Well, isn't that fortuitous, 'cause my little Bunny is definitely raging and wrathful today."

He screwed up his face, mocking me. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Where did you get this?"

"I'm a tape trader, remember?"

"No. I'd definitely remember you telling me something like that."

"Well, maybe if you weren't so busy running your mouth all the time, you'd actually hear what other people have to say."

"This... this is fuckin' brutal. It's like, black metal meets speed."

Eddie was in his own little world. I threw my hands up in disbelief and shook my head.

"See. Didn't hear a damn thing I just said."

"You gotta make me a copy of this."

"You know, you're awfully demanding today."

He shot me a wink and handed over my headphones. I swiped them out of his hand giving him the evil eye.

"I figured you'd be listening to that goth or glam bullshit. What other cool stuff you got?"

"I've got a lotta cool shit. I got this in my most recent haul along with a demo from Guns 'N' Roses, and one from Faster Pussycat. But they're both glam bullshit," I emphasized sarcastically.

"Glam. Gay L.A. music, you mean."

"Oh, whatever, asshole. Axel Rose has some killer pipes. And Kelly Nickels, the bassist from Faster Pussycat... total YUM! He was actually in the running to be the bassist for W.A.S.P. Bet you didn't know that, did ya? UGHH! I swear, what I would give to be the center of a Blackie Lawless and Kelly Nickels sandwich." I scanned the horrified faces at the table and froze. "Um... sorry... I forgot I'm not sitting with Robin." I took a huge chug of my drink and averted my gaze, dying of embarrassment.

"Isn't Kelly Nickels that guy you said looks like Munson?"

I choked on my beverage, hacking, and coughing, leaving no room for subtlety. Stealing a glance at Eddie I saw his smug grin. I had to think fast.

"Uh, I did not say that, Gareth."

"I'm pretty sure you did."

"Well, you're wrong." I smacked his arm, wanting to crawl into a deep dark hole and die.

"Uh-huh... I knew it. You do wanna fuck me."

"Ugg! Munson, get over yourself." I stood up and collected my shit.

"Aw, come on. Where you goin'?"

"I've lost my appetite." I spat at Eddie. "Catch you later, losers." I turned to Dustin and Mike. "Not you two. You guys will always be my little cuties."

I scrunched my nose, kissed Dustin's head, and mussed Mike's hair, smiling at their giddy expressions, then I waved at Jeff and Doug, stuck my tongue out at Gareth, gave Eddie the finger, and left. I could still hear him laughing as I walked away.

Eddie's eyes followed you as you walked away. "Dude, you're gonna bore a hole in her back if you stare at her any harder."

"Hmph, she totally wants me," Eddie said smugly to no one in particular.

"Munson, just ask her out already and put us all out of our misery."

"That would negate the sister rule, Gareth."

"She's not my sister, so if you wanna give it a shot, be my guest. But you gotta stop comin' at her guns blazing, or she's gonna kick your ass."

"Now that I'd love to see."

"Jeff, if I want your opinion, I'll beat it outta you."

"Whatever, Munson, but Gareth's right. If this is your idea of playing it cool, it's not working. You need to stop being so rash... with all of us. She sees right through it, and it looks like it's starting to get to her."

Eddie thought about it for a moment. Maybe they're right. He loved his little sheep, and picking on you was his favorite pastime, but he was being an inconsiderate ass.

You've consumed Eddie's thoughts since the day Corroded Coffin started practicing at Gareth's house. He knew who you were. Being a year older than Gareth you'd already attended Hawkins High for a year, but you never actually spoke to one another until that fateful day in the fall of '83. You heard the commotion in the garage and decided to stroll over. That's when you two were formally introduced, and you permanently imprinted on his mind and his heart. It was the first day of the rest of his life, but you weren't yet 16, and he'd just turned 18 and he was not gonna open that can of worms. It didn't stop him from playfully pestering you every day. And when you turned 18 a few months back he bumped it up a notch, but lately, he's noticed that you've been on edge and not as receptive to his teasing. Was it losing its luster for you? Were you genuinely annoyed? He couldn't let that happen. You were too important to him, but there was only one way to find out, and he knew exactly where you'd be.

~~~~~

I entered the clearing in the woods and hopped onto the picnic table, hoping to spare myself any more embarrassment or harassment by finishing a cigarette before Eddie showed up.

I wasn't pissed at him, just pissy in general. He's been making it so much harder to mask my feelings and my sexual frustration with blatant denial, and I was starting to lash out, which made me feel incredibly guilty. I could try asking him to stop, but then he'd know something was up, so suffer I will. But it was evident as Eddie came strolling into the clearing that luck was not on my side today.

"Ah, shit... can't I have a moment's peace?"

"You're not escaping my sexy mug that easily, Bunny."

I smiled sarcastically, arms draped lazily over my knees. I watched Eddie park his ass next to me, pull a soft pack of Camels from his vest pocket, shake one out, and trap it between his lips. (Jesus, why when it comes to this man does my mind turn something so innocent into filth?) He flicked his Zippo shut and took a drag. Resting his forearms on his knees and clasping his hands together, he studied my face.

"What, do I have something in my teeth?" I started rubbing them with my finger.

"No."

"Then why are you staring at me?"

"'Cause you're sexy." He smiled slyly, taking another drag.

I exhaled heavily, leaning my forehead on my palms, visibly irritated.

"Ok, ok. I'll stop. I was actually wondering what you're doing for Schwag's class."

I whipped my head around, confusion written all over my face. Was I just transported into a parallel universe? Not only did Eddie stop teasing me on his own accord, but he's making small talk.

"What?"

"What are you doing for Schwagert's class?"

He flashed me a sweet smile, which is so unlike him. It was strange but refreshing, and it was stirring something inside me. I suddenly felt nervous, and uneasy... and kinda horny.

"Hey, you ok? You look like you're having some kinda... internal struggle. I promise I won't laugh if that's what you're worried about. I'm genuinely curious."

I was staring at him like he had three heads.

"Um, no... I um... I'm gonna do a portrait series."

"Self-portraits?"

"No, I hate self-portraits. I was actually considering drawing you if you wanna sit for me... and if you can keep your trap shut for a few hours."

His face fell. "You... you wanna draw me?"

"Yeah. Emphasis on the 'shut trap'." I took a drag from my cigarette as an embarrassing thought occurred to me, followed by more word vomit. "I mean, n-not like nude or anything." His smug ass perked right back up.

"Well, I'm not opposed," he said looking rather assuming.

"Dude, seriously."

He just kept laughing. "Ok, ok... but why me?"

"I don't know. You just have this... look." My eyes finally met his.

"I have a look?"

"Mm-hm."

I looked away sucking on my cigarette. Eddie was seemingly deep in thought and started playing with his rings.

"Um... what kinda look?"

"Not a bad look."

His head snapped up and he smiled mischievously.

"Really?"

I rolled my eyes. "Slow your roll, Munson... but yes. Your look, it's... well, it's distinctive and commanding. Good or bad, you can't deny that you have this... charisma... that makes you impossible to ignore. I wanna capture that." I was expecting some perverted retort, but it never came.

"Well, uh... that's... extremely flattering. I um... I didn't realize you saw me that way."

I couldn't read his expression, but the wrestlers in my stomach were at it again, powerbomb after powerbomb, and I felt the need to cover my tracks.

"I do. I mean, n-not like in that way. I can ignore you if I want to. You don't make it easy... b-but I can..." I rested my elbows on my knees, held my fingertips to my forehead, and sighed. "You just... your look is particular, that's all I'm saying." Shit, this was so embarrassing.

"Uh... o-kay?"

"So... will you do it?" I still couldn't look up.

"Absolutely! Just tell me when and where."

My head shot up. "Wow, um... ok, great... w-we could do it tonight if you want?"

I screwed up my face, immediately wanting to shove my foot in my mouth.

"Bunny, we can do it on this goddamn table, right here right now." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Jesus, I set myself up for that one. You know I didn't mean it like that."

He was giggling like an idiot. "Sorry, I couldn't pass up that opportunity."

Sorry? He never apologizes for his behavior.

"Ok, what the hell is up with you?"

"Whatta you mean?"

"I mean, you're being relatively polite, and making small talk. It's not like you. Did we transport to Bizarro World or something?"

He chuckled. "Just call me Eidde." He smiled bashfully. "I don't know. Maybe I'm trying to turn over a new leaf."

"Ok?" I shot him a sideways glance, but he just sat there, smoking his cigarette, smiling. "Well, we can start tonight at Gareth's." He nodded in agreement. "So what're you gonna do? Did you think of more ingenious ways to flaunt your hatred for Carver?"

He let out a huge belly laugh. "Um, no... Mrs. S. shot down my idea for a sequel. I'm probably gonna do an installation so I can incorporate my music."

"Oh! I like that idea. It's a shame about the sequel though. I was impressed with the original, but I'm biased. Carver's a douche with a capital bag."

We chuckled staring at each other for a moment.

"Yeah, well, it's nice to know someone appreciates my artistic talent."

Eddie placed his hand on my knee and gave it a little squeeze, but instead of shirking it off, I patted it, but he pulled away rather quickly, looking like he didn't know what he should do with his hand.

"So, you're really agreeing to help me?"

"Yep."

"Just like that? No... proposition or outrageous demands in return?"

"Well, since you suggested it..." His smile was wicked.

"Jesus, why the hell do I keep opening my big mouth?"

His grin widened. "Since your big mouth is already open, how 'bout a big sloppy blowjob... or I'll settle for a big wet kiss... or... we can cut right to the chase and finally fuck." He nudged my shoulder.

"Jesus, you're hopeless. Is that all? Do you want my first born too?" (Fuck! I did it again!)

"Well, I can cum inside you when we're fuckin'."

I shoved him so hard, I knocked his giggling ass off the table, but I welcomed the distraction of his laughing fit because the thought of him cumming inside me made my cheeks flush and my thighs clench involuntarily. If spontaneous combustion is truly a thing, consider me Spinal Tap drummer number seven. Luckily the position in which he fell and the time it took him to climb back onto the table was enough for me to collect myself.

"You're a fucking pervert."

"I know, I can't help it."

"Well, try." He nodded. "Why don't you agree to come to prom with all of us instead?"

"Um... that doesn't exactly benefit me. So, no... it has to be option 1, 2, or 3."

"Ok, then I guess I'll pick option 4, none of the above."

"Then you can't draw me."

His expression was serious. I didn't know how to react until he snickered and cracked a smile before erupting into full-on laughter. I smacked him upside the head and he yelped.

"You're such a dick, Munson."

He was still rolling, trying to catch his breath. "Ha! Uh ha, hmm... ok, fine, you can still draw me, but prom? That's really not my thing."

"You're missin' out."

"On what? Shitty music and jock scrutiny? No thanks. But I do wanna ask you something."

We locked eyes. His expression was foreign. He's never looked at me like this before. It was like... adoration mixed with worry. Was he nervous? He looked nervous. Or was I nervous?

"Does um... does my behavior bother you?"

I looked at him quizzically. Why would he care what I thought?

"Um... no. I mean, you definitely know how to push my buttons... and sometimes I just wanna strangle you... but you're one of my best friends. I understand your humor. But you do need to lay off the boys."

He looked only partially relieved. "Fair enough. I just... well, you're a cool girl... and I really enjoy our banter, but you seem a little on edge lately, so I just wanted to make sure. I've never had a female friend as accepting as you, so I don't wanna push you away."

I stared at him in shock, like maybe his three heads would sprout horns. He seemed genuinely worried about upsetting me.

"Ok, is this like, a reverse invasion of the body snatchers or something? Who are you?"

We both laughed. His smile was huge, and so fucking gorgeous. Then I saw it. The subtle movement of his eyes falling to my lips. Did I just see that, or did I imagine it? I felt lightheaded and my heart was pounding as he slid closer, smiling as he scanned my face. (Headlock, shoot off, drop down, leapfrog, hip toss, cover, and 1... 2... 3... wrestler pinned... insert pyro explosion here)

I think I stopped breathing, and then... (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrringggggggg) Our heads swiveled toward the school. Ugg! That fucking bell. We turned our attention back to each other. Eddie let out a heavy breath, suddenly bashful, and awkwardly backed away, and I finally took a breath.

"Um... we... we should probably..."

"Yeah, um... I'll... I'll walk you back."

~~~~~

We walked through the hall in silence, still smiling, occasionally stealing glances at each other. I had no idea how to process what just happened. What did just happen? Was it even anything? I looked at Eddie. His smile was so bashful, almost innocent. It was so fucking CUTE I wanted to hug him, squeeze him, and call him George.

That's it... we were definitely in Bizarro World.

~~~~~

Sitting on the couch in Gareth's garage, my pencil flowed over the pages of my sketchbook with ease. Eddie was my fucking muse. It's amazing what I can accomplish when I'm drawing a willing participant. But when 'practice' was over, I had the misfortune of being a part of the most fucked up conversation in the history of conversations.

"Is that the latest Hustler? Ooo, toss that over here." Eddie wasted no time flipping through the pages.

"Jesus, you guys have a one-track mind."

"That's the pot calling the kettle black. I know for a fact you like to read those cheesy smut books."

I threw an empty beer can at Gareth. "Way to sell me out, asshole."

"Smut books, huh? A bit of a dirty bird aren't ya, Bunny?"

"This coming from the man who has a pile of nudie mags under his bed. And don't give me that 'I read the articles' excuse."

"I do read the articles."

"I'm not talking about letters to Penthouse." I smiled cheekily.

"She's got you there, Munson," Gareth said.

"Ok, my deviance is a surprise to no one, but this little dirty bird seems to be hiding more than just doodles. So, Bunny... what're your other guilty pleasures?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

I flashed him an irritated look. "Eddie, if you think I'm gonna tell you that you're outta your goddamn mind."

"Awww... come on. Don't be a prude."

Gareth, Jeff, and Doug turned their attention to Eddie, probably expecting me to kick his ass. I turned to look at him and sighed. He wasn't gonna let this go, so I figured I'd have a little fun with him.

"Alright... you really wanna know?"

Sitting on the edge of the couch, nodding like an idiot, a stupid grin spread across his face, Eddie anxiously awaited my reply.

"I wanna know."

"Me too."

Jeff and Doug, my peanut gallery.

"I'm not sure I do."

"SHHH! Shut up, Gareth. No one cares what you think."

Eddie was too preoccupied to notice Gareth giving him the finger.

"Ok... fine. If you really wanna know, I'll tell you."

Eddie took a sip of his beer. I could see the excitement in his eyes, so I exhaled heavily.

"Yes, I like smut novels. I draw a lot of erotic pictures, and I too read Letters to Penthouse. I also enjoy watching porn."

All four of them were frozen in place, Eddie in mid-swig and the other three with their jaws on the floor. Eddie swallowed hard before speaking.

"Like, what kinda porn?" He asked sheepishly.

All four boys were waiting impatiently with bated breath.

"Ok, um... well, the softcore, romantic stuff is my favorite, but I do enjoy a bit of hardcore." I gauged Eddie's reaction. He was mesmerized, eyes glued to my face as he took another sip of his beer. "I occasionally enjoy some girl-on-girl. Threesomes are so hot. Two girls and one guy, one girl and two guys, it doesn't matter. Like I said, I'm down for a Blackie/Kelly sandwich. Oh, and voyeurism. I love the thought of watching people fuck while I touch myself... really gets me goin'."

Eddie spit out a mouthful of beer and the others were all in a daze, mouths agape, processing everything I just said, but it was Eddie who broke the silence.

"And... how exactly did you pick up these little... hobbies?"

"Dude, I'm a shy, introvert, outcast... we're as freaky as they come."

"It's always the quiet ones," Doug said in disbelief.

"Mm-hm. Well... now that the cat's outta the bag, I have a date with my VCR and a naughty VHS. Later, losers."

(Suck it, Munson!) I gave a triumphant smile, winked at Eddie, turned on my heels, and headed to my garage making sure to shake my hips as I left.

Eddie sat staring at the ground. "I don't know about you guys, but I need a cold shower after that one."

"Me, too."

"Me three."

Eddie looked at his friends, who were all still in shock. "Do... do you think she's serious?"

He jumped off the couch and bolted after you.

"Hey, Munson, wait... MUNSON!" Gareth sprinted after Eddie and grabbed his arm before he could make it to your house. "Dude! Seriously? She was just fucking with you."

Eddie bowed his head in defeat and followed Gareth back to his garage. He sat down and resumed staring at the ground adjusting his crotch uncomfortably as Jeff and Doug grabbed their gear.

"You guys outta here?" Gareth asked.

"Yep. We'll see you tomorrow."

They waved goodbye and made their way to Jeff's car. Gareth turned his attention to Eddie, noticing his frustration.

"Munson, just fuckin' tell her."

Eddie threw his head back against the couch and rubbed his hands over his face, groaning.

"Come on, Gareth. You know I can't."

"Why?"

"'Cause we've got a good thing going. If I confess my love and she doesn't feel the same I'll lose her forever, or at the very least things'll just be incredibly awkward. But I can't stop fucking thinking about her." Eddie looked toward your house. "You know her better than I do. What should I do?"

"Ok, here's what I do know. If she's willing to take your shit... there's gotta be somethin' else there. No one's crazy enough to tolerate your dumb ass unless they want to, but if she does have feelings for you, she'll never make the first move, so I think you should approach her. I also know that she was lying at lunch. She can deny it all she wants but she really does think you look like that Kelly Nickels guy. That's gotta count for something."

Eddie smiled to himself. "Maybe."

"Well, either you tell her, or I will, 'cause all this pining shit... it's really fucking irritating. And swallow your pride, man. Ask her to prom. You know you'll have fun with her. Go ask her now. She's probably sitting in her garage."

Eddie let out a huge sigh. "Alright, man, but the whole feelings thing... let me test the water... if she seems receptive then I'll spill my guts."

"Good luck, dude."

Eddie gave Gareth a bro handshake, grabbed a couple of beers, and shuffled toward your garage. When he got close enough he heard you talking, probably on the phone. He knew he shouldn't listen but the devil on his shoulder convinced him otherwise, so he leaned against the corner of your garage just out of sight.

~~~~~

"Oh, come on, Robin. He was asking for it."

"Yes but when you do that it only riles him up more."

"Him? What about me? The flirting and teasing have only gotten worse. I can't fucking take it anymore."

"Exactly. You know how he is. If you keep egging him on you're only making things worse for you. Just tell him how you feel."

"Robin... you know I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because... he's my friend."

"And?"

"And... if he rejects me... things'll be super awkward. And if he still wants to be my friend I'll be forced to suppress my feelings just to maintain some sort of normalcy around him, and I'll be no better off."

"Did you at least ask him to the dance?"

"Not exactly. I suggested he come with all of us, but you know how he is. He's too proud to 'give in to the masquerade of forced conformity'." I said in my best Eddie voice.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you. Just keep dropping hints. Maybe he'll get the message."

"I hope so. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. I want to be with him so fucking bad, but I don't wanna lose him."

"I understand, trust me I do."

"I know. Well, I'm gonna go watch my movie, take my mind off shit. Tell Steve I said hi."

"Hey, Dingus! Y/n says hi! He's waving at you."

"Nice."

"Well, we love you girly."

"Love you guys too."

I hung up the phone and stared at my open sketch pad, utterly lost in Eddie's image.

Eddie's eyes were wide with shock. He could only hear your side of the conversation, but he had no doubt who you were talking about. Jesus H. Christ! You have feelings... for him. You pretend you don't but you do! This... this changes everything! So why was this dread still lingering in his chest? Nerves maybe? He had to say something, but he didn't want to come on too strong. Act casual... yeah. That's what he'll do... just... act casual. After silently syking himself up he took a few deep breaths and decided to make his move.

"BOO!"

"JESUS CHRIST!" I jumped out of my skin, nearly falling off of my stool. "You think you're funny, asshole?"

Eddie was doubled over with laughter as I sat there clutching my chest.

"Hahahahaha! Ohhhh, no... I think I'm adorable."

"Ugg! I hate you so much, Munson."

"Awww, come on now. You know that's not true. May I come in?"

I released a heavy sigh. "Sure... whatever."

"Here, a peace offering."

He handed me a beer.

"Thanks."

We sat in silence for a moment as he checked out all the drawings hanging above my desk.

"Jesus, you're amazing. I love your style. The way you see the world, it's just... incredible."

"Thanks." I smiled bashfully.

He motioned to my open sketch pad.

"May I?"

"Sure." Ahhhhhhh! His smile makes my fucking insides liquefy.

"Oh, Bunny... these are fantastic! I've never looked so good." He flashed a cheeky smile and flipped to the front of the book.

"Nice try. You won't find anything. This sketchbook is strictly for school projects."

He let out a breathy laugh. "You caught me. I wish you'd show me your personal drawings. You're so passionate about your work. Like I am with my music."

"Maybe someday, Munson." I flashed him a sweet smile.

"Um, you mind if I turn on some tunes?"

"No, go ahead."

He started fiddling with the record player.

"Looks like your old man was listening to Clapton. I'll just leave that on."

"Works for me."

He positioned the record player needle and shuffled back to his chair.

"So... what's on your agenda for this evening... besides hardcore porn... and me?"

He smiled wickedly, pulled his smokes from his vest pocket, and went through his routine.

"Not fucking you, Munson."

I loved hearing him laugh, or talk... or move... or fucking breathe. Whatever the hell he was doing... I loved it.

"So, do you actually watch all that stuff, or were you just fuckin' with me?"

"Uh..." I eyeballed him hesitantly, but his expression was calm, and not flirtatious, so I gave him this one. "Yeah... I do."

He raised his brow and exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Well... that's um... that's hot. I was just gonna head home, get high, and play guitar, but now... I think I'm gonna have to rub one out. Care to turn it into phone sex? Preferably while you're still watching porn?"

(JESUS CHRIST! I know what I'm drawing tonight) I rolled my eyes. "Dude! What is with you? You've been so lewd lately. Like, more than usual." He smiled cheekily and stared at me. "No! No phone sex, no fucking, just... no!"

His whole body shook with laughter. "Ok, then I guess I'm goin' solo. So, if you're not gonna watch porn, what are you gonna do?"

I shook my head. "I'm gonna watch 'Help'."

"Can't say I've seen it."

"Really? It's a super corny Beatles movie."

"Oh, I know what it is, I just haven't seen it. Is it good?"

"I love it. It's one of my favorites. I watch it with my mom all the time."

"Speaking of the lovely Mrs. Y/l/n, where are your folks?"

"They're visiting my grandma this weekend."

"Well, that's a shame. I'll just have to schmooze your mom next time. So... was tonight's session enough to do your project, or do you need me to sit for you again?"

(Ok, what the fuck?) "Alright dude, what's going on? You're doing it again."

"What?"

"Oh, come on. For the past few months, you've been... I don't know... a lot more perverted, but today you're trying to incorporate small talk and some semblance of courtesy. So what's going on?"

"I don't know. Maybe I want you to see a different side of me, so I'm talking about things that aren't strictly sex oriented."

"Yeah, but why?"

"Well... maybe I like you."

"HA! Hyeah, right. If you don't wanna tell me the real reason, just say so. You don't need to make shit up."

"Who says I'm making shit up?"

I tried to play it cool, not letting on that the instant those words left his lips Hulk Hogan leg dropped King Kong Bundy.

"Uh... I am."

"Why? Is it so hard to believe that I could see you as more than just a friend?"

I scoffed. "Yeah, a fuck buddy, maybe."

Jesus, it felt like an Alien was about to punch through my chest. I reached for my smokes and lit up trying to thwart my anxiety.

Eddie nodded solemnly, but when 'Wonderful Tonight' started to play, he set down his beer and held out his hand.

"Wanna dance?"

I must've looked like a deer in headlights.

"What?"

"Come on... dance with me."

I snuffed out my cigarette looking at him hesitantly. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up, threw my arms around his neck, wrapped his around my waist, and pulled me close. He started swaying us back and forth, his head nestled next to mine, but when the chorus hit I got ballsy. Knowing this wasn't bound to last, I decided to live in the moment. I leaned my head on his shoulder, squeezed my arms tighter, closed my eyes, and started playing with his hair, but to my shock and delight, he tightened his grip around my waist and leaned his head against mine, grazing my back with his fingertips. We embraced silently for several minutes, and all I could think was that I could die happy at this very moment... and then he had to go and fucking ruin it.

"Go to prom with me?"

His voice was so faint I wasn't sure I heard him correctly. I lifted my head, our eyes lingering on each other's faces, and I scowled, about to lose my shit.

"What? Ok, now I know you're joking."

"I'm not joking."

"Eddie, stop it. This isn't funny."

I broke away and went to shut off the record player, ready to scream. We just held each other so fucking tight, and there was something about the way he touched me. Probably just wishful thinking, but it seemed like we had a moment.

"Al-alright fine. Don't believe me."

"Why should I when you've been shitting on the idea all day?"

He was silent. I slumped my shoulders, released a sigh, and faced him. "Ok, fine, don't answer me. I'm gonna go watch my movie."

Eddie was chewing on his thumbnail, his other hand in his pocket, and he was staring at the ground nodding. He actually looked disappointed, and I had to admit, I felt kinda guilty. I didn't want him to leave, but this charade had to stop.

"Hey, um... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. You don't have to go. I just... I want the nonsense to stop, ok? If you want you can watch 'Help' with me."

His head shot up so fast I thought he'd have whiplash.

"Um, yeah, ok. Your parents won't mind?"

"No, they know you. It's not like we're fuckin' or anything."

"Well..."

"DON'T... say it."

Signature Munson, never missing a beat. Jesus, my emotions were bouncing back and forth like a game of Pong.

~~~~~

We were on the couch in my basement, which also doubled as my bedroom. It was a pretty sweet setup if I say so myself.

"You're right. This is a really weird movie. Not as trippy as 'Tommy', but still pretty bad."

He pulled his arms up to shield himself from my slap but was unsuccessful.

"Oh, shut up. It's awesome and you know it. And so is 'Tommy'."

"No, you're right. I do like 'Tommy'. Ann Margaret's hot." His smile was so goofy.

"So is Roger Daltrey," I smirked. "Ooo, I love this part. Paul using the girl as a guitar."

"Ooo, that looks like fun. Come 'ere."

"What?" He reached for my arm and pulled me across the couch. "What... what're you...? Hey! Hahaha!"

"Come on, sit on my lap. Put your hand on your hip, hold the other arm out... there we go. Now... I play."

I was dying of laughter as Eddie played my arms like a guitar and started singing along to 'Another Girl'.

🎶For I have got, another girl

Another girl who will love me till the end

Through thick and thin, she will always be my friend

I don't wanna say that I've been unhappy with you

But as from today, well, I've seen somebody that's new

I ain't no fool and I don't take what I don't want

For I have got, another girl🎶

Eddie stopped playing, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled my giggling ass against his chest, continuing to rock me in time with the music, only this time, when the song ended, I stayed put.

"I thought you didn't like The Beatles."

"I never said that. I just said I never saw this movie, but my mom used to listen to them too."

I smiled, taking the opportunity to rest my head back against his shoulder and wrap my arms around his. I felt his hair tickle my neck, so I looked up and found him smiling at me. Our faces were so fucking close. I smiled back and he leaned down and kissed my cheek.

"W-what was that for?"

"Just felt like it. I'm having a good time."

"M-me too."

There was that look again. The same one from this afternoon at the picnic table. That look of adoration, but this time with a little something extra. And there was no bell. Nothing to break the trance. I couldn't look away as he scanned my face and brushed some stray hair behind my ear, his hand now resting on my cheek. A flash of eyes to lips, and then...

NOTHING!

He returned his arm to my waist and turned back to the TV.

(Mother... Shhhh... Jesu... what the... oh... SON OF A BITCH!!!) I couldn't even think a coherent sentence, so I turned my attention back to the movie. I must've been squirming too much because Eddie pulled my legs across his lap, which was a way more comfortable position, and I allowed myself to cuddle into his chest. I was so tired I should've passed out, but I couldn't shut off my brain.

"I love this song so much."

I started singing along with John Lennon to 'You've Got to Hide Your Love Away'. Eddie joined in, and we smiled at each other as we sang, and again he rocked me to the music.

🎶How can I even try?

I can never win

Hearing them, seeing them

In the state I'm in

How could she say to me

"Love will find a way"?

Gather 'round, all you clowns

Let me hear you say

Hey, you've got to hide your love away

Hey, you've got to hide your love away🎶

We couldn't peel our eyes off each other.

"You're voice is beautiful."

"Thanks," I whispered.

We stared a few moments longer before my nerves got the better of me, and I returned my head to his chest.

"You know, this whole album is like... a metaphor for our entire relationship."

What? Did he really mean that? Most of the songs were about want, need, and... love. I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't. I just buried myself deeper into his chest in reply, and again his arms tightened around me.

By the time the movie was over I could no longer keep my eyes open. The warmth of his body and his musky scent were so comforting.

"Hey, Bunny... you sleepy? You want me to leave?"

Without opening my eyes I shook my head, clutched onto his shirt, and whispered, "No... please don't go."

I have no idea where my newfound boldness was coming from, but Eddie didn't protest. Instead, he enveloped me in his arms and rested his cheek on my head.

"I won't, Bunny."

I smiled to myself as Eddie shifted us so we were lying down facing each other, my head still buried in his chest and his arms still wrapped tightly around me. I managed to open my eyes and look up. He was smiling, watching me, and like a moth to a flame, my hand found his face, my fingertips lightly grazing his features as my eyes followed their trek... his pale cheek, covered by little grains of stubble... his plush, pink lips, which parted slightly at my touch. He closed his eyes and leaned into it until my fingertips trailed to his cute, button nose, his forehead, and back through his hair, where I buried them behind his neck giving him a little scratch.

"Mmm, that's... that's nice."

He released a faint moan and slowly opened his eyes. They were glossy, wanton, and... unsure. His lips formed a sincere smile, and he started repeating my previous motions. His fingers explored my face, eyes following suit.

"Go to prom with me, Bunny."

His voice was so low, commanding even.

"Eddie, why?"

"Because I wanna spend time with you."

"You already spend time with me."

"I know, but... I just wanna go with you. Please say yes."

I sensed nothing but sincerity in his gorgeous eyes, and his voice, so I willed myself to whisper, "Ok... I'll go with you."

"Yeah?" His smile was enormous.

"Yeah."

He cuddled closer and kissed my head. (Flying elbow drop, off the top rope, straight to the gut) When I looked at him we were nose to nose. He nuzzled mine, lips parted. It was almost like a silent plea, begging me to close the gap, to finally let him taste my lips for the very first time, but I was frozen. His lips ghosted mine. I was practically cross-eyed staring at them, but he wouldn't take the plunge. I felt like I was trying to will him with a Jedi mind trick to just do it already, but the force is not strong with me, and he just lingered... the fucking tease.

"Have sex with me," he whispered, smiling playfully.

"What? No." I poked him in the gut, and he giggled.

"Come on. I know you want it as much as I do... and I think it's time we do something about it."

My brow furrowed, eyes darting back and forth in disbelief across Eddie's face. Who does this mother fucker think he is? I mean, I do in fact wanna fuck him, but that's not the point. It's the principle of the thing. I pushed his chest hard and got off the couch ready to lay into him.

"Hey, what---?"

"That's all I am to you, huh? Some... perverted game or prized sexual conquest? Do you have any respect?"

"What? N-no, that's..." he stood up and gripped my arms, "it's not like that at all."

"Then why do you keep pushing this?! I can't..."

I started to cry, unable to finish my sentence. I wanted to smack him, kick him outta my house, just... anything to make the pain stop, but I was so exhausted from this charade and all the mind games that I didn't have the strength to fight him anymore, so when he pulled me into a tight hug and kissed the top of my head I didn't fight him. I just let him hold me as I balled into his shirt.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just... not very good at this, so I'm going about it the only way I know how, and... well, I'm failing miserably, and um... Jesus, I don't know how the hell to do this."

"Do what?" I mumbled.

He pulled me back so he could look at my face, and caress my cheek. His expression immediately softened, but he looked uncertain and extremely nervous.

"Um, hhhhh... something I should've done a long time ago. I wasn't lying earlier. I like you... a lot... but it's more than that... I'm uh..."

"Eddie... what're you doing?"

There was a brief silence. And then... it happened...

"I'm ending our friendship."

And just like that, he closed the gap and encased my lips with his. The sweet pressure of it, the subtle transition of tongue against tongue, the soft, gentle strokes of his thumbs against my face. It was perfect. I couldn't speak, but I needed reassurance. I slowly broke the kiss.

"Hyou... you're serious... aren't you? You're not just saying all this so I'll sleep with you?"

Now he looked like he wanted to cry.

"Y/n, no... you know me better than that. I'm just... a big oaf, but I would never take advantage of you. I just... I wanna be with you. And yes, I... I really wanna fuck you... but not as a buddy. I want you to be my girl. We don't have to do a damn thing. I'd be elated to just hold you for five minutes, but I need you to know this. I--I'm in love with you."

(DDT into a flying body press, followed by a sit-down drop to the gut) I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop the onset of tears. Oh my God... oh my God, oh my God, oh my God... oh my FUCKING God! I opened my eyes slowly. We were nose to nose. He flicked his tongue lightly against my lips, and the bastard fucking smiled.

"Munson... hyou-- you're fucking evil." The words came out with my breath.

"I know..."

He cupped his hand under my knee, wrapping my thigh around his hip, and with an arm around my back, he pulled me flush against him. HOOOLY FUCKING SHIT! I could feel how hard he was as he ground his bulge against my aching cunt. My fucking eyes rolled into the back of my head and my breathing hitched. Jesus, Fuck! He was playing so dirty. I wanted to curse him out, spew every obscenity known to man and then some. When I opened my eyes, he was smiling devilishly.

"But you still wanna fuck me... don't you?"

I nodded involuntarily, as if I no longer had control of my body, and Eddie's tongue shot into my mouth. His kiss was hurried, and vivacious, our faces smashed so close together it hurt... but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and without parting he hiked me up by my thighs and carried me to my bed.

He fell onto the mattress with me on top of him, shifting his body under my weight, continuing to breathe new life into me. His hands found my ass, greedily squeezing before gliding gently up my sides, lifting my shirt. The touch of his hands on my bare skin sent shockwaves up my spine. I broke away just long enough to grab the bunched fabric and rip it over my head throwing it to the floor. Like he couldn't function without them, he found my lips again.

"Mmm, mhh, hhhh... Bunny, I know I joke, but I'm not fuckin' around. Are you sure you want this?" He smoothed back my hair and searched my eyes.

I smiled brightly, tears flowing freely. "Eddie, I want this. I want you."

"Yeah?" He asked, just to be sure.

When I nodded he crashed his lips to mine, drinking them in, savoring them as I've wanted him to for so fucking long.

He rolled me onto my back, trailing hot, wet kisses down my neck, licking softly between my breasts. The heat of his breath was like fire on my skin, and it burned so good. He gently tugged at the front of my bra freeing my perky tits, stopping to admire me.

"Jesus H. Christ... you're so beautiful."

When he finally took a hard peak into his mouth, my back arched, my brow creased, my teeth clenched, and I sucked in a breath of praise, shaking from the stimulation.

"Mmm... Jesus, you're nipples are sensitive. Have they always been like that?"

"N-no... hoh--only when I'm... really turned on. And I-- I've been waiting... so long... for you to touch me like this."

I gasped as he gently flicked my nipple with the tip of his tongue, trailing it up my neck. He placed a chaste kiss on my lips, cupped my cheek, and kissed my forehead tenderly before leaning his on mine.

"My sweet, beautiful Bunny. I've been dreaming of touching you like this for ages, and I wanna take my time with you... to make our first time together last, but I don't think either one of us is gonna make it." He let out a breathy laugh. "Just seeing you, hearing you... knowing how you make me feel, and... knowing how you feel about me..."

He was shaking with urgency, lip quivering, running his hands through my hair, brushing my face with his fingertips... he was manic... and it was beautiful.

"Eddie... I know... there'll be time for all that. I just wanna be with you now."

He exhaled, eyes still shut tight, and he nodded before claiming my lips in a passionate kiss.

"Mhhhh... you're sure about this? About me?"

I gave him a sweet pout, cupped his face, and pulled his forehead to mine.

"Eddie... I want everything with you... and only you."

His whimper was resounding, muffled by my own as we kissed feverishly.

"Mmhhh, Y/n... are you safe? Can-can I take you raw?"

His expression was sweet. He was watching, waiting, yearning as he searched my face.

"Eddie, yes... I love you."

The instant the words left my lips he ravished mine. I ripped off his shirt and tossed it away, quickly locking lips again as he rushed to undo his belt. Without parting we both fumbled with his jeans only bothering to push them just past his hips, and in seconds he was pushing himself inside me. I sucked in a sharp breath, and he was shaking, mouth agape, eyes shut tight as he buried himself to the hilt.

"Ohhhhhsweet... Jeeesus!" He stilled, little broken moans reverberating throughout his chest as we got used to each other.

"Eddie, it's ok... I'm-I'm ok, uuh! Hyou--you can move."

He exhaled heavily and slowly started thrusting, adjusting to the tight space.

"GodDAMN! Hyou, mgghh... you feel better than anything I could've imagined. So soft, so warm... so fucking tight! Jesus, you're perfect."

He leaned his forehead to the crook of my neck as he picked up his pace. I was moaning like a harlot, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. It was pure fucking bliss. I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him so close.

"I... I couldn't take it anymore." He breathed out. "I--I've been in love with you... since the day we met. Needed this... needed you... so fucking bad. Haww, uhhhh, FUCK!"

My heart skipped a beat. His thrusts were steady, almost prolonged, like he didn't want to consider the notion of this moment ending.

"Eddie, mhhh... I-- I've been dying to hear you say those words."

He lifted his head to look at me, and he was beaming, smoothing my hair back.

"Mhh, my angel. You... you doin' ok? You feel good? Uhhhh."

UGGGG! He was so fucking sweet.

"Eddie..." I ground my hips into him, coaxing from him a delicious guttural moan. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, but I grabbed his face and forced him to look at me. "I'm loving this. We're finally together. Please... don't stop until you make me yours."

He stared at me as if he wasn't sure I was telling the truth. I placed a small kiss of reassurance on his lips, and they turned up into a huge smile. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was about to cry. He immediately claimed my lips, wrapped his arms around my back, and started to move faster. His movements, his touch, his eyes... they said so much, and nothing at all. He made me feel so goddamn good I began to come undone.

"Eddie... I'm-I'm close."

"Uhhh, that's my girl." He immediately rolled us over so he was on his back. "Fuck me, Bunny. Make yourself feel good, ungghh, mhhh yeah, just like that. Hoh, oh fuck! Cum... cum for me, Bunny."

I pressed my hands, to his chest, spread my thighs wide, and fucked him hard until all I could do was throw my head back and scream his name.

"Eddie, oh, ohfuck, FUCK! EDDIE!!!"

I came hard on his thick cock. His body tensed, and I knew he was done for, but I continued to grind and swirl my hips.

"Eddie, I wanna hear you, feel you. Cum inside me, baby. Please... cum for me."

I have never heard a more beautiful sound in my life. He pulled me down, rolled us over, laced our fingers together, and held them above my head, as he ground his hips into mine.

"Mm-Y/n, I'm-I'm gonna fill you up... make you mine. Uhhhhh, fuck... FUCK!"

He gave one more powerful thrust, and his body shuddered. Making the most lewd, yet seductive sound I ever had the pleasure of witnessing, he pumped me full of his seed. Once he was finished he collapsed onto his side, his chest heaving, covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Uhhh... mhhh, h-holy shit..."

He smiled, met my blitzed-out gaze, and started laughing. I placed my hand on his cheek, and he closed his eyes, leaning into my touch. When he opened them he let out a content sigh. He reached for me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me into the spoon position. Looking down at me, he tilted my chin with his finger so he could see my face. He smiled brightly as an equally giddy smile crossed my lips, and he kissed me, squeezing me tight. I couldn't describe the happiness I felt.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah, Bunny?"

"How did you know?"

He chuckled. "I heard you talking to Robin earlier."

"You were eves dropping?"

"Guilty as charged. I knew it was wrong, but I'm glad I did it."

"Hmm, me too. Do you really wanna go to prom?"

"Not particularly. But I'm not about to let you guys have all the fun without me, so I'm willing to damage my hard-earned rep for you. I just wanna be with you, Bunny."

He placed sweet, wet kisses on my bare shoulder.

"Well, you're one hell of a dancer. Surprised the shit outta me." Mhh, those fucking giggles.

"I know a thing or two." He took his arm from around my waist, laced our fingers together, and held them close to my chest. "I also knew I'd get you to fuck me."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Eddie Munson... you're such an ass... but don't ever change." I turned my head to look at his smiling face, and he kissed me passionately. "Mmm, so... why didn't you tell me you liked me? I was on the verge of imploding."

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I asked you first."

"Hmm, m-hm, hmm! Well, I wanted to. Gareth was my number one cheerleader... but I was too chicken shit. I couldn't stand the thought of losing you if you didn't feel the same way. But when I heard you talking to Robin... it was like... a weight lifted from my shoulders. I love you, Y/n... so fucking much. I fell in love with you the moment we were introduced... but you were so young. So when you turned 18, I just..."

"You started laying it on thick. Jesus, I can't believe I didn't put two and two together."

"Yeah, well... it seemed to have the opposite effect I was going for. Apparently I came off a lot more irritating than charming, so Gareth and Jeff told me to dial it back, and that's when the small talk started."

"I can't believe I was so blind."

"You and me both, Bunny, but now it's your turn, so fess up."

"Hmm, then let me up. I need to show you something."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, just for a moment. I promise."

Eddie kissed my knuckles and reluctantly let me up. I retrieved a stack of sketchbooks and made my way back to the bed. I plopped down and placed the books in front of him.

"Go ahead."

He rolled onto his side, and I watched as he opened them and scanned the pages in disbelief.

"Are-are these for the project?"

"No. Look at the dates."

He checked them all, page after page, book after book.

"You... you've been drawing me since freshman year?"

"Yeah. That's why I never let you see anything. I know that's kinda creepy, but I just..."

"Uh... this one's far from creepy. We are definitely doing this later."

He pointed to one of my more risqué drawings, smiling mischievously, and I blushed.

"Anyway..." I exaggerated, "I couldn't keep my eyes off you. I've been crazy about you since my first day of school. And when we finally started hanging out, and you began teasing me all the time, I fell for you... hard, but by that point I was deep in the friend zone, and it seemed like you only thought of me as one of the guys. I didn't wanna jeopardize our friendship either, so... I hid my feelings. I thought if you knew the truth... that our banter, the flirting... everything... would all end, so I played along. But when the teasing got worse it became excruciating, so I started lashing out. But I love you, Eddie... with all my heart, and after what we just shared... I've fallen even harder."

I was balling like a baby, and when Eddie trapped me in his arms I melted into him.

"Hey, don't cry, Bunny."

I chuckled through sobs. "They're happy tears, Eddie. Just years of pent-up emotion and sexual frustration finally being expelled. And I really dig the name Bunny. You can call me that one all the time."

"Done. My sweet... soft... beautiful... raging... wrathful Bunny." He kissed my lips between every word. "Mmm, mhh. Can I spend the night?"

"What? Oh, fuck no! Get your shit and go. I got what I wanted." I smiled playfully.

"Hey now, there's only room in this relationship for one asshole."

"I beg to differ."

He wiggled out of his jeans, pulled me down with him and we held each other close. It took mere minutes for us to succumb to the exhaustion. It was the best night's sleep I've had in a long time.

~~~~~

Prom night had finally come. My house was abuzz as all the girls gathered here to get ready while our parents socialized. I was a ball of nerves waiting to see what Eddie had in store for me.

"Alright, look up and hold still... now close your eyes." Nancy lifted my chin and proceeded to apply my eye eyeliner.

"Thanks for doing this, Nancy. Robin and I aren't really make-up girls."

"Don't mention it. You're much less fidgety than Robin."

Nancy was such a sweet girl. Another perk of being friends with Mike and Steve.

"There we go. Hand me your lipstick."

I did as she asked, and she proceeded to apply.

"So... how are you and Munson dealing at school? Blot."

I opened my mouth and clamped my lips down on the piece of toilet paper Nancy was holding.

"Well, we had our fair share of jock harassment on Monday, but I nipped that one in the bud."

"Yeah, Jonathan and I dealt with that crap too. Just let it roll off your shoulder. People eventually get bored. And how about prom? I never thought I'd see the day when Munson would attend."

"Yeah, he feels like he's going against everything he stands for, but if you ask me, I think he's secretly enjoying himself. He won't tell me a damn thing about his outfit, just that I needed to wear black and red. Steve took him shopping, but Eddie swore him to secrecy. All Steve would say is that once he showed Eddie that he could look good and keep his metalhead flair he was very receptive. Steve was proud of him."

Nancy flashed a sweet smile.

"Nancy! Y/n! Get your asses up here! The boys will be here any minute!"

"Keep your panties on Robin, we're comin'!" I took a deep breath as Nancy put the finishing touches on my make-up.

"Ok, all done."

I took one last look at myself in the mirror. My hair was huge, but it fit the theme, and my make-up looked amazing.

"Nancy, you're a miracle worker. I appreciate it!"

"No problem. I love these colors on you. Too dark for my taste, but they suit you."

We smiled at each other, put on our masks, wrapped an arm around each other, and squeezed each other's shoulders.

"Well... you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

Nancy took my hand and we headed upstairs.

~~~~~

"AHHHHH!!! You... look... amazing. Eddie's gonna flip his shit."

"Thanks, Robin."

"Alright girls, get together. I want some pictures. Make sure you have your masks."

"Mom, wait. Where's Max and El."

"We're right here!" Max yelled, dragging El behind her.

We all gathered in my living room in front of the fireplace, pushing and shoving, trying to get situated.

"Alright, girls. Everyone look this way. One... two... three!"

"Cheeeeeeese!" We all chimed in unison.

We appeased our parents with several photos and that's when we heard the horns.

"Ooo! They're here. Come on let's go!"

Robin grabbed my hand and yanked me toward the front door. Standing in the driveway we watched as two limos pulled up the street. Girls and mothers alike joined the reprise or 'ooo's' and 'ahh's' and 'wows' as the boys piled out of the limos dressed to the nine. They were all so handsome.

"I don't see Eddie."

As soon as the words left my lips it was like the parting of the Red Sea. All the boys moved to the side to reveal Eddie in a devil mask wearing all black save for the red paisley vest and the trim that lined his leather waistcoat. It was gothic steampunk meets metalhead pirate. When he removed his mask he was smiling.

"Someone catch me, I think I'm gonna faint."

Robin grabbed my arm. It was like time stopped, save for Eddie and me. I stood there with my jaw on the ground, eyeballing him up and down as the boys made their way toward us. It was like watching a slow-motion male model montage. When Eddie was finally in front of me he pulled a single long-stemmed rose from behind his back and presented it to me.

"My lady."

I took it hesitantly, unable to speak. I just gawked trying to find my voice.

"You um... ha! Good God you look... so goddamn fuckable," I managed to whisper.

He chuckled. "Hmm, later. I see you followed my instructions. You look absolutely gorgeous. And the bunny mask? Excellent touch."

"I like yours too. Is that your way of protesting your participation in the forced social conformity?"

He chuckled and nodded. "I thought you'd appreciate that."

He claimed my lips with so much passion I forgot we were surrounded by a giant group of people, including my parents.

"Alright, alright. Break it up you two."

We broke apart in protest. Eddie looked at the ground sheepishly, and I pawed at my face, making sure my make-up wasn't a mess.

"Um, sorry Dad."

"Yeah, I'm sorry Mr. Y/l/n. She's just..." Eddie turned to look at me, "so beautiful."

"Mm-hm, she's also my little girl, so mind your manners." My dad held out his hand to Eddie, which he shook happily and with much relief. "You clean up nice, Eddie."

"Thanks, Mr. Y/l/n." They smiled before my dad clapped Eddie's shoulder in approval.

"Oh, get outta the way. Let me take a look at you, Eddie." My mom cupped his cheeks and gave him a once-over. "You look so handsome."

She trapped him in a hug, kissed him on the cheek, pulled back, and smiled.

"Thank you, Mrs. Y/l/n."

He kissed my mom's hand, making her blush, and then she ran to her next victim.

"Gareth Emerson, get your butt over here! Ooo, and who is this pretty lady?"

My mom's voice trailed off and Eddie and I laughed, focusing on each other. After several minutes of socializing and more pictures, I reminded my parents that we were all spending the night at Steve's, and then we finally made our way inside the limos and headed to Hawkins Hall.

~~~~~

The prying eyes were everywhere, but to our surprise, they were out of delight and not hatred.

"Bunny, is it just me, or have the jocks backed off lately?"

"Yeah, I may've had something to do with that."

"Oh? How's that?"

"Well, Monday was the last straw, so I told Carver that if he doesn't shut his dick licker and leave us and the other outcasts alone, the whole school would find out what he and his goons do in the locker room when they think no one's looking."

"Hahaha! What?! Are you serious?"

"Mm-hm."

"And how, pray tell, did you come across that juicy bit of gossip?"

"Well, it pays to have an ex-jock as a friend."

"Wha... Harrington told you this?!"

"That I did, my good man." Steve appeared out of nowhere and clapped Eddie on the shoulder. "Y/n came to the video store a few months back practically in tears, and I was pissed. I can't stand those assholes either, so... I figured that information might come in handy."

"Harrington, I could kiss you."

"Please don't."

They both smiled, and with a chuckle, Eddie patted Steve on the back.

"Thanks for the help, man. You're alright."

Steve gave Eddie's shoulder another pat and proceeded to escort Robin into the building. ~~~~~

I'm surprised none of us passed out from exhaustion. We sat only to eat. The rest of the time we were on the dance floor regaling each other with our moves.

Lucas was a break dancing and moonwalk prodigy. Dustin is a master at the worm. Max and El can replicate any Madonna move known to man. It was a fucking riot. We were cracking each other up with the more ridiculous dances, like me catching Eddie with the fishing pole, Steve and Robin doing the sprinkler, Steve, Eddie, Jonathan, Robin, me, and Nancy doing the library dance from 'The Breakfast Club', all the younger boys doing the Robot, and the lot of us doing the running man. Eddie even had a chance to flaunt his usual shenanigans, which meant dancing on top of a table. That was until Mrs. S. came over and made him get down. And me being a closet disco nerd was forced by Robin to do John Travolta's dance from Saturday Night Fever. I was so fucking nervous, but the cheers, and accompaniment of several other students who also knew the dance, including Robin and Chrissy Cunningham, helped my fear to dissipate. And of course, the majority of the student body performed Michael Jackson's Thriller. At the end of the night, to no one's surprise, Jason and Chrissy were crowned prom king and queen.

It was almost surreal. For the first time in... well, ever... there was no anger or animosity. Everyone in the building was getting along, and when it came time to leave, Chrissy made sure to find me and tell me how much fun she had dancing with me. She gave me a sincere smile and a big hug, but the strangest thing of all was when Jason confronted Eddie, but instead of disdain he offered a handshake thanking him for the entertainment. Eddie accepted his hand and congratulated him on winning prom king, and they actually smiled at each other. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't have believed it.

When it came time for the after-party at Steve's house, Eddie and I took the opportunity to slip away and head back to his trailer so we could be alone.

~~~~~

We devoured each other like animals as we made our way through his trailer to his room. Feverish, sloppy kisses, lips and chins and necks, back to lips, until he pulled away, revealing a malevolent smile.

"As gorgeous as you are in this dress... I've been waiting all night to get you out of it. Off... now."

I did as he commanded, slowly peeled off my dress, and let it fall to the floor. My black lace bra and panties, stalkings, and garter belt were all that remained.

"Jesus Christ, you're stunning, Bunny."

Eddie stared at me with a carnal desire, drinking in the sight of my body, removing his clothing until he was shirtless. He advanced toward me slowly and started running his hands gently up my sides, and around my shoulders so he could unclasp my bra. I stood completely still as he dropped the flimsy article to the floor. He backed away slowly, his eyes glued to my tits. When he met my gaze I made a show of removing my panties, but when I tried to remove my stalkings he grabbed my hands.

"No... leave 'em on. The garter belt too. You're perfect just like this."

Eddie was breathing heavily, blackness consuming his eyes. He leaned forward to trap my nipple between his lips, sucking, licking, teasing each one in turn as I cradled his head, my needy whines and mewells filling the room.

"Mrrmm, Eddie... hyou-you're gonna make me cum."

"Mhhhh..." He released my nipple with a pop and straightened up. "Not yet, Bunny. I wanna taste you first." He gently cupped my tits and licked at my lips until I took his tongue into my mouth. "Hmmm... can I taste you?" He whispered his words, his hot breath sweeping across my face.

"Hhhhyes."

Before I knew it I was on my back, and Eddie was licking a slow, soft trail down my stomach. He latched his lips to the tender flesh of my waistline and sucked a deep purple mark into my skin.

"Mmm... you're mine now, Bunny. I can finally take my time with you."

All I could do was moan at his words. He kissed his mark, knelt on the floor in front of me, and pulled me to the edge of his bed. I could feel his hands, the cool metal of his rings, smoothing gently over my inner thighs, spreading them. I caught the sound of an inhale and felt his warm breath against my wet heat when he exhaled.

"Oh, Bunny, your scent... I need it all over me. On my fingers... my face... hmmm, my tongue. Look at me." I lifted my head long enough for his eyes to silently ask for permission. I gave him a shy nod, but instead of diving in like I figured he would, he lingered, took a quick taste with a flick of his tongue, and savored.

"Mgghh, Christ, that's so sweet."

The instant I felt his fingers slip into my folds I shrieked. His touch was gentle, massaging my thigh with one hand as his fingers barely grazed my inner lips and my clit. It was at that moment I knew that he was hell-bent on torturing me, teasing me, prolonging my pleasure until I was ready to burst. He wasn't going to give me what I so desperately wanted, not until I was begging for it, for him... and I would. I would do anything this man asked of me if it pleased him. When I felt the tip of his finger trace light circles over my clit I wanted to cry. I had a moment's reprieve when he stopped to lick his fingers clean.

"Mmmm, hhhhhh, Bunny, you taste like heaven... but if you don't stop squirming I'm gonna have to pin you down."

"Eddie... wh-why are you being so cruel?"

"Oh, Bunny... I've only just begun."

He blew a light stream of air on my clit until I whined, then he licked me gently from my dripping hole to my hard bud. I was thrashing around, trying to quell the sensation, only to have my thighs pinned to the mattress, by his strong, unyielding grip. Using the tip of his tongue he lightly teased the sensitive skin of my lips, and toyed with my swollen clit until I was sobbing from the pleasure. I tried to touch my sensitive nipples, to rush my release, but he reached up, locked his hands around my wrists, and held them at my sides so he could use his forearms to pin my thighs, then he flattened his tongue and licked from my ass to my clit. I screamed in frustration.

"Eddie, for fuck sake, please! Please let me cum."

He ignored my plea, continuing to fuck me with his tongue until he was ravenous. His pace not letting up as he devoured my pussy like he was starving.

"Holy fucking shit, Munson! Stop... please, just, just fucking stop!"

He halted immediately, breathing heavily. When he took a hand from my wrist to wipe his face, I made my move, twisting violently until I was free of his agonizing hold. I got to my knees, grabbed him by his belt, and pulled him roughly onto the bed, pushing him onto his back. I crawled up his body, straddled his head, and sank my cunt onto his waiting mouth. He dug his fingers into my thighs, the pain shooting through me, but I didn't care. I could finally get what I wanted.

"Mhhhh, Eddie... Yes, YES!" He moaned at my praise, sending chills up my spine. Fuck! The things this man can do with his mouth. I tangled my fingers tightly into his hair and fucked his face. "Munson... hoh... shit, SHIT!!! Hyou... you're gonna tell me... every dirty detail... about how you learned to do this... so fucking well! Fuck, I wanna cum for you!"

He moaned into my pussy. I could hardly control my breathing as small high-pitched whimpers escaped my lips. I was so close to the edge.

"Mhhhhhh..."

The vibrations of his moans, his caressing lips, and the flick of his tongue against my clit were making me buck even harder as his painful grip on my thighs held me steady. I've never felt pleasure like this. He was too good, I could feel a sensation so incredibly earth-shattering building inside me. He must've felt it too 'cause he reached up to tease my nipples, as he feasted, lapped, licked, and sucked at my dripping pussy. My whimpers were loud, shameless, and FUCK were they warranted. I was plunged into a realm of pleasure and bliss, and Eddie was the cause. I let go of his hair, cupped his hands over my tits, and ground my pussy against his face as I experienced the most intense orgasm in the history of sex.

"OhhhhhhFUCK!!! Oh... GOD!... Eddie, EDDIE... Holy SHIT!!!"

"Mmmm, that's it, Bunny. Mhhhhhh."

I continued screaming his name as he greedily sucked and lapped at the sticky mess that poured from my pussy.

"Mmmmm! Fuck! You're taste... it's so goddamn satisfying! Hhhmm!"

He lapped once more at my overstimulated clit. I tried to steady my breathing as I climbed off of him, collapsing onto my back. Breathing heavily he turned his head to look at me, rolled onto his side, and propped himself on his elbow so he could stare at me. His eyes trailed up and down my body, so I decided to tease him. He was in the perfect position to watch. I put my knees up and spread them wide, dipping a finger into my still-dripping folds. I coated it with my slick juices and ran a trail of cum up the middle of my body before raising my finger to his lips. He let out an adorable whimper before sucking it clean.

"Mmmmm... Jesus Christ... you're fucking intoxicating."

He shifted his body, hovering above me so he could trace the trail of cum with his tongue, then he pressed his weight against me, kissing me deeply, passionately before he got to his knees to unbuckled his belt. He undid his pants and pushed them off. Once they were on the floor with the rest of our discarded clothing, he leaned over me, the head of his throbbing cock pushing against my heat. He took my hard peaks into his mouth once more gently teasing my sensitive nipples with the tip of his tongue. The soft tickles were too much to bear, and I almost came, only to be denied. He sat back on his heels, his knees spread wide so his massive erection was standing at attention between my legs, but before he could pull me toward him I quickly got on all fours facing him and wrapped my lips around his swollen head.

"Ohhhhhhhhh..." he breathed out.

He started convulsing as I used my tongue to toy with his slit. I sucked his head into my mouth and slowly swallowed him whole until my nose was touching his coarse, dark pubes. He brushed his fingers through my hair, holding it back so he could watch as I took him in and out of my mouth.

"Oh, Bunny... uhhhhyeah... suck me, beautiful... just like that... ohhhhhh."

Still sitting on his heels he leaned back, braced himself on his hands, and spread his knees wider. I pulled all the way off of him before sucking him into the back of my throat.

"OH!! God...DAMMIT!!!"

I swallowed hard around him, releasing him to catch my breath, and sank again, slurping and gagging as he used one hand to hold my head, and I loved every second of it. When he let me surface for air his chest was heaving. I grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed as I vigorously sucked his tip. He sucked in a hiss, his breath catching in his throat, chest heaving as I started to work him faster. His vocals just made me more feral.

"Oh...SWEET JESUS!!! You're... you're fucking phenomenal... Uhhnnggg..."

My strokes and his breathing became more erratic.

"Oh, oh, fuck! That's my good girl, my good Bunny, mhhhhh... keep-keep going. Take me deep. OhhhhhhFuck! YES!"

With his fingers clenched in my hair and his cock lodged deep in my throat, I sucked his soul through his dick. His body was shuddering, jolt after jolt of sexual electricity, until he pulled my head up.

"Jesus Christ! That-that's so fucking good, hhmhh... but I don't wanna cum yet..... HOH! GODDAMN!"

His whole body tensed as I licked him from balls to tip, sucking his sensitive head one last time. When he opened his eyes he caught my smug smile, threw his head back, and started laughing.

"That was payback, you teasing fuck."

His laugh morphed into a heady moan as I trailed my tongue through his pubes, over the wiry muscles of his stomach until I was on my knees, teasing his hard nipple with my tongue. He caressed my head tenderly as I suckled before he forced it up and shoved his tongue down my throat.

"MmmHmmm... hhhhhhh. O-ok, I get it. I've met my match. Now lie back baby girl."

With his knees under my thighs and my hot wet cunt begging to be filled, we made eye contact.

"Oh, Bunny... you're so gorgeous it hurts. Are you ready for me?"

"Munson, if you don't put your dick inside me, like yesterday, I'm never speaking to you again... now fuck me!"

I threw my head back and whimpered as Eddie grasped my thighs and plunged his cock deep inside me.

"Oh, FUCK! Munson! PLEASE!"

I stared at him through half-lidded eyes, mouth agape as I rubbed my tits. With every powerful thrust I became more and more excited... and so very close to another intense orgasm. He used a thumb to tease my sensitive clit. I arched my back, my tits moving up and down with every heavy breath. He dug his fingers into my thigh, still teasing my clit as he continued to pound into me, willing me to scream his name.

"Oh... FUCK! EDDIE!!! Oh my God. I'm gonna cum!!!"

"That's it Bunny... take my cock. Wanna, MRRGGG! Wanna watch your sweet pussy gush from what I do to you. I want it all over me."

"Oh, that fucking mouth, Munson!"

"You mean this mouth?"

He wrapped his arms around the small of my back, leaning down to lick and kiss my navel, then he lifted me upright so he could claim my tits again, licking and sucking as he held me close, his course hair rubbing against my clit as he fucked up into me. My walls started to clench around him, so he laid me down and ran his hand from my tits back to my clit.

"Scream for me, Bunny... scream my fucking name!"

He commanded me, letting his head fall back as he fucked me and continued to rub circles around my clit with his thumb.

"Oh... holy shit, Eddie! EDDIE! Oh my GOD!"

Screaming, I clenched the sheets and a burst of liquid sprayed all over his abdomen.

"YES! OHHHHHHFUCK!!! I'm-I'm gonna bust. C-can I come inside you?"

"Yes! Do it!"

He slammed into me one last time and his whole body tensed.

"Ohhhhh, Fuck!!! God.... DAMMIT!!! HOHHHH, ohhh my gorgeous girl."

His fingers dug into my waist until he rode out his release and collapsed on top of me. I threw my limbs around him as he poured all of his emotion into our kiss. I was on the verge of tears.

"Munson... I love you. I love you so much." We hugged each other so tight. "Hyou... you can do that to me forever if you like."

He looked up, still breathing hard, and smiled. Staring into my eyes with all the love in the world, he brushed some hair from my face, placed one more passionate kiss on my smiling lips, rolled us onto our sides, and pulled me tightly to his chest.

"Hmm, my beautiful, raging... wrathful, Bunny. I love you more than life itself. Ending our friendship was the best decision we ever made."

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Thank you for reading! Be excellent to each other, and get your Munson on!

🤘

Freddy 'Boom Boom' Washington from 'Welcome Back Kotter'... Hi there!

Vinnie Barbarino from 'Welcome Back Kotter'

The Beatles 'Another Girl' video from the movie 'Help'

Your prom dress and mask.

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In a Heartbeat

Pairing: Hirugami Sachiro x reader

Warnings: Angst, Comfort, a few spoilers in his past.

Note: My mind is very jumbled when I wrote this but I hope you all still can understand. This is part 2 of my "The Consequences of my Ignorance" but in Hirugami's Perspective. Hope you enjoy it!

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It was late evening during our time in Tokyo for a National Tournament held in March.

The night I went outside to take fresh air, because the pressure of winning started to overwhelm me even though I am not the one playing in the court.

It was the time I realized how truly suffocating volleyball is.

That thought was immediately cut off when my eyes caught a silhouette of a woman sitting at the entryway of the stadium.

I looked around and noticed she was alone, wearing a familiar uniform of Inarizaki Highschool.

The closer I walked to her, I heard the faint sound of kittens that made me finally notice a litter of it around her.

I took one when it approached me and in a second, she looked behind her that connected our gazes at each other.

"Good Evening, do you mind If I join you?" I smiled at her so she nodded that made me sit beside her and finally realized she is feeding a smaller kitten compared to the few I saw.

We sat in silence as I played with the other kittens.

"You're one of Kamomedai's middle blockers" I was about to start a conversation when she suddenly spoke up first.

"Yes, I guess you're one of the Inarizaki supporters. They have a match right now" I informed her while I look down at a kitten that playfully bit my thumb.

"They can handle that"

I looked at her who was gently putting a kitten to sleep while covering it with her jacket.

It was an adorable sight to see.

"You seem to be fond of cats" I decided to change the topic when I realized that talking about volleyball is something she doesn't want to talk about.

And I am glad.

"Yes, so badly that I wanted to study at Nekoma" she took another kitten to feed when the previous one finally fell asleep.

"Then why didn't you?"

I saw a flash of sadness in her eyes as she made a new bottle of milk for the kitten.

"Because I don't want to be lonely"

She chose to look at me as she gave me a light hearted smile.

"Playing volleyball seems nice isn't it? It's a sport where you know you will have someone. You will never get lonely" she said, followed by a sigh.

"Yet I can't fall in love with the sport" she looks ahead of us as I didn't remove my gaze on her side view.

It seems like she has something in mind that she wants to let out.

With a buzzing stadium filled with excitement and happiness. A peaceful air where you can state your worry is something I didn't ask for but my mind badly needed it.

"I don't understand why anyone would put their hearts and mind in a sport that can make you question your worth, make you feel not good enough at all." She stated as I heard the kitten she is taking care of, purr in content as she continues caressing the little animal.

"With thought in mind, I wonder if everyone who plays volleyball really loves it or just plays the sport because that's where they are talented. That's where they are gifted." She continued speaking her thoughts out that made me lift a small smile.

With just one encounter, she expressed herself to a complete stranger.

"Why did Hirugami start playing volleyball? Is it because you need to be like your family? Or is it because you really love the sport like they do? Is it for self-validation or passion? Those are the thoughts that I heard from other people" I chuckled when I heard her talk about my life.

Questions where I already have my answers. The view of others is not technically wrong.

I played volleyball because that's where my family is good at, because I was gifted with the talent that I can use in the sport.

It was to prove to myself that I am worthy to be part of that successful family. A talent that can prove I am indeed a Hirugami.

Yet those questions reminded me of how cruel I was with myself before.

It was me who pressured myself back then.

"I don't love volleyball. With that sentence, I'm sure those three questions are already answered" I saw how her hands stop caressing the kitten who seems to be dozing off already.

"Do you hate volleyball?"

"Not really. But I don't love it like those said prodigies" I told her as I removed my jacket to make a nest for the kittens that are already starting to sleep.

"Let me take them" I cut the topic about volleyball as I gently took the sleeping ones to the nest so she can move easily without waking them up.

I never saw someone this gentle with animals.

And I know how soft I can get for those types of people.

"So you are playing to be with them?" It seemed like a question but we both knew that we were aware of the answer to it.

"Yes, if a person doesn't love volleyball, there can be another reason like friends and hobbies. You don't always need to love it for you to do it" I look at the litter of sleeping kittens that warmed my heart a little.

I love animals the most. And seeing her take care of them with great care and gentleness, made an unknown emotion stirred in my heart.

It was the moment I started to admire her.

"If you don't love volleyball, why did you travel all the way to Hyogo just to support them? When I feel like you know they will win?" It was time to know her.

And I was thankful I questioned her.

"My boyfriend is playing, that's why"

Thankful because I already knew the answer if I tried to get a closer bond with her.

It was a reminder to never hope anymore. That I can only have this woman as a friend.

Nothing more than that.

"Then why are you not there?" Questions continue to appear in my mind and it seems like my second question brought back the sad gaze I first saw in her eyes.

"Because my presence wouldn't change anything. I don't see any worth watching him play"

"But that's your boyfriend"

"And? I don't need to always support him" she cut me off immediately that made me press my lips to a line.

I don't want to push her to her limits.

It can be a reason why she wants to be alone outside the stadium to think her mind through it.

"Since he was never there for me anyway"

Like a challenge she can't get over with.

"I tried to be a better partner so he can give me the attention I need. But no matter how hard I tried, it will just be a temporary feeling of admiration." She continued as I saw how her eyes started to get glossy under the moonlight.

"The feeling of everyone's pity gazes scared me. Because my nightmare became a reality" she chuckled as she look away to not show how a tear fell on her eyes.

"It feels like everyone got tired of me"

"Because of his actions, my mind became my own enemy. I started to hate myself, push myself to my limits just so I can catch up with him" she breathlessly muttered before she laid on the concrete floor beside the place where I put my jacket with sleeping kittens on it.

My eyes followed her movement as she gaze at sky above us.

"But thinking right now, it feels like it was alright to be lonely. The time where I feel like I can finally understand the world around me."

"The time where I comforted myself because no one is there to do it for me. That even I expressed the pain in the presence of a stranger" she lifted a small smile.

"It was stupid but refreshing"

It was the moment that made me feel miserable. Because no one came to her life just to save her.

One of the moments where I became thankful that Korai chose to approach me when I reached my breaking point.

If it weren't for him lending his presence to talk to me, I wouldn't have made it.

He unknowingly became the person who help me get through it when I feel like I am drowning.

When I already started break, he is the one who rescued me.

"I berated myself because I thought I failed in volleyball." That made me want to open myself like she did.

Because she chose to trust me.

There were no underlying intention about it, I just simply want to help her get through it like I did.

If I am saved, why can't she?

"Until he arrive to my life and gave me a choice whether to stay or leave. Because no matter what I chose, myself is the most important thing"

Our gaze met again and I felt how my heart warmed with the thought of how we look right now.

Of how we interact right now.

"If you're tired, you can rest. If you don't want to stay, you can leave. You don't always need to adjust for the sake of others" I told her as I lent her my scarf when I noticed how her lips started to tremble.

"Hearing your thoughts, you are really tired of trying to understand the world around you. Creating more complicated decisions for you to choose."

Being alone is the only way where she can clear her thoughts.

With animals around her, they unknowingly became her home.

And it was a sight I don't want to see when I look at her.

"You know, taking a break is not wrong. Because if you didn't, the more you move forward with your situation right now, sooner or later, you will break too and it would be harder to pull through"

"Choosing to cherish yourself is better than losing who you are for somebody else" I move closer to her until I am beside her.

"Don't you think?" I suddenly felt her body close to mine as I felt her tears fall on my shoulder that made my eyes glossy too.

"We would be strangers after this. So feel free to let yourself out."

Because I would sure stay to hear you out.

It was wrong. Letting her seek comfort with another man when she is in a relationship.

But at this time, no one is willing to listen other than me, a person who doesn't know the things she is getting through.

It's for the better, because after this, we would be strangers. Strangers who are aware of the past we have gone through.

We were strangers who went through the same thing.

And that made my heart feel closer to hers.

That I hope there will be more memories of us after this night.

Because I started to want to be beside her. Just so she can have a person to run to.

Even if it feels wrong with our status.

Time passed by and I found her sleeping on my shoulder that lifted a small smile on my lips.

"Oi Hirugami" Followed by my friend's voice that made me look behind us and saw my team, especially the bewilderment look in Korai's face.

"You-" our captain immediately put his hand over my loud friend's mouth before he woke up the woman peacefully sleeping on me.

"Would you go back to the hotel with us?" The captain asked, that made me chuckle and shook my head.

"We'll head first then, call us when you arrive at the lobby"

I nod before he push my friend who was still processing the scene before throwing a look at me that made me playfully wink at him.

I don't want this moment to end yet. But moments like this tend to be shorter than how I wanted.

I gently shake the woman that made her stirred awake.

"Let's go back to your hotel now. You might get sick the longer we stay here" she nod in her drowsy state before I slowly put the kittens in my back as she fixed her hair.

She chose to walk towards her hotel, as I observed how she tried to stay warm in her clothing that put a smile on my lips.

We stop by in a shop for a while to buy a basket for the kittens to sleep in. Yet she stepped outside with a warm coffee in hand.

She silently gave me the cups before gently transferring the kitten from my bag to the basket she bought, where she already placed a soft cloth.

The longer I watched her be gentle to other creatures, the more I felt these forbidden feelings turned bigger.

Liking her is not hard at all.

And I silently yearn for our next meeting when she finally disappears from my sight after giving me a thankful smile.

I arrived back at the hotel our team was staying at with a coffee in hand.

The moment I entered the room, the team sitting in the living room was the one that greeted me with a mumbling Korai who seemed to be cursing me under his breath.

"Who was that?" He asked me immediately as I removed my jacket before taking a sip of coffee.

She has great taste.

"I didn't get her name"

"What?" He seemed to get more irritated at my answer that made me shrug my shoulder before taking a seat in the last seat in the room.

"Having a moment under the moon it's closer to romantic. I doubt you don't know her" a senior of mine teased that made me chuckle at him.

"We are really strangers. I approached her because she is taking care of some kittens"

"Typical Hirugami"

"One way to Hirugami's heart is through animals" they joked but I know that she really took my heart with her.

Because of that one encounter, I fell in love with her.

No matter how forbidden it feels like.

I closed my eyes when my mind started getting worked up again.

After this, she will want to act like nothing happened between the two of us, like we didn't open our past to each other.

And I would gladly oblige even though I'm against it.

But my heart chose to look for her in the audience, my eyes lingering longer than they should be.

Until looking for her started to become my habit. And my heart will feel warmed when my eyes meet hers.

If she can be mine, I would never feel so lost than before.

Because of her, I started to question myself again. Maybe it was fate that she stole my heart.

It made me hope that our encounters have something to bring in my life.

Even a slight sign that she will become someone to my life, instead of just entering my mind.

I gave a smile before she looked away.

Strangers...

I need to always remind myself what I need to think of her. A word that tells me to not go further.

An encounter that shouldn't be focused on.

But I can't promise myself that.

Especially when her break up with Inarizaki's setter reaches my ears.

It comforted my heart knowing she began to choose herself. But I know I seriously need to give the space she needs so she can move on.

So I prevent myself from looking for her. Until her ex confronted me in the middle of the match.

"I lost to you again and I hate it"

Then I began to realize that she somehow mentioned me. No wonder he started to target me and my feet finally got injured because I couldn't keep up on the pressure he was giving me.

"How annoying" Korai clicked his tongue as I hissed when the manager put pressure on my sprain.

It happened when I landed on a bad footing after receiving his supposed to be jump float serve yet turn it into a jump serve.

I was lucky to not get myself injured but it threw me off guard.

And it sucked that she was the reason that made this happen.

If Atsumu only know that my love for his ex is one-sided. He might have lessen his jealousy to me.

I sighed to calm myself down when my team decided to bench me out which what Korai hated but he knew that if I keep playing, it will be worse than now.

"Goodluck" I wave off the incident knowing the man is going through something.

Targeting in a sport is normal. I can't even avoid it.

I watched my team lose against Inarizaki that stirred a feeling within me but I know this is destiny.

Since he is the one who ended up crying even though they won.

So it's 50-50 I guess.

"Let's go back here in Spring interhigh" I told them when they approached me on the sidelines with some who have glossy eyes.

I knew how big my role was in the team.

I already know the outcome if I ever get injured.

But right now, we need to accept the loss.

I watched my team eat in the restaurant until I felt something nudging my injured ankle that made me look below the table and saw a familiar kitten I took care of with her.

I took the small feline and my eyes immediately looked for her figure and saw she was already looking at me from the corner.

I excused myself from the team before I headed towards her table and stopped beside it.

"Would you mind me joining you?"

She hummed so I decided to sit in front of her and my attention went to the kittens snuggling in the basket.

"Are you planning to keep them?" I started the conversation as she took a sip of her drink before looking over at the kittens.

"Maybe..." She muttered before leaning on her seat that made me focus my attention on her.

"What is it?" I went straight to the point and sent a smile in her direction. I noticed a small faint blush in her cheeks that made my smile bigger.

"You don't need to apologize for something you didn't do" I cut her off when she seems like she is going to apologize for the things that happened a while ago in the match.

Her face turned sullen and made me smile when I read her mind.

"It was my fault for mentioning your name. I shouldn't have said that to him" she looked down on embarrassment as I nod.

But I think it's better to mention that to him. Because an untold story can be viewed differently if it weren't revealed immediately.

"It's fine"

"But he injured you" she muttered before slapping a hand on her forehead.

"It's normal in a match. We shouldn't blame anyone for it"

I don't want to blame herself again for a slight moment of losing control over their emotions.

I took a hold of her hand over the table that made her look up to me.

"It's alright. Don't hate yourself because I won't forgive you for that" I squeezed her hands that made her nod before I let go and started playing with the cats.

"What's your name? I never got to ask you" I ask her as the kitten I'm holding my head on my cheek.

"Y/n" she whispered that lifted a small smile on my lips.

"This made us acquaintances, right?"

Even if I need to start slowly. Even if I need to start at the very beginning. I'm willing.

Because it was for her.

I don't want to lose her like he did. I wanted her more than anybody did.

I would never meet someone like her who made me fall in love at first sight that I once thought never existed.

But because of her, I'm willing to give effort to the emotions called 'love'.

I did everything just to keep in contact with her, even at a far distance.

Even creating a schedule on when I can disturb her just so we won't lose touch with each other.

It was easier when she chose to spend time with me so she could move on. At least even in call, the presence still help her feel like she was not alone.

Even if we need to go through the phase of friendship. Even if it take two years maximum, I'll do my best so she can learn to love me too.

Despite of her fear on love because of her first time, I'm willing to repeat the same words all over again.

Willing to travel the country with just one call. Willing to do something I haven't done before because she loves it.

Even if I start at the beginning, I'll make sure our ending is the one I wanted.

The last day of my first year in Spring interhigh.

Is the beginning of my story...

Where I met my first love

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miss-celestial-being · 1 year ago

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Autumn

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request | masterlist

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𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: eddie munson x gn!reader

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: blurb

𝑎𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: very sure i made something just like this like last year but im trying to get back into writing so give me a break

not edited bc i wrote this in like five minutes and i abt to go to bed

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The autumn air is crisp. A chill bites the cheeks of those who dare step outdoors. The trees are covered in fiery leaves, each gust of wind taking a few with it. The sky is full of grey and glum which covers the warm light of the sun. If you look closely you might find a few rays casting down on the rolling hills of green and beige.

Wisps of smoke escape your mouth as you look through the trees above. You lay flat on your back atop your best friend's van, half burnt joint loosely clasped between your fingers. You let out a quiet sigh of contentment, eyes fluttering shut. You smile at the silence.

Eddie takes the blunt from your hand, inhaling deeply. He holds his breath for a moment before the smoke comes out his nose. You open your eyes once again, laughing softly at the sight. "You look like a dragon," You say. Eddie smiles in response, "Really?" You nod, "Yeah, but not like a tough one." His eyebrows furrow in confusion and faux hurt as he places a dramatic hand on his chest, "How dare you, I can be tough."

You sit up, criss-crossing your legs as you pluck the joint from his grasp with a playful roll of your eyes. "You're too cute to be tough."

The smoke leaving your nose and mouth blocks your view of the boy, his face and tips of his ears now tinged red, his heart pounding in his chest. "You think I'm cute?" He ask, attempting to sound sarcastic and unfazed. The foggy state of your mind, however, doesn't catch the way his breath hitches as your eyes lock with his, and you nod with a laugh.

"The cutest," You reply in a joking manner.

Eddie takes a swig of his drink, trying to ignore the way your thigh touches his. He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it upon further thought.

Thunder rumbles and he looks up at the sky. A few cold drops splash upon hitting his warm cheeks. Seconds later, the loud pitter-patter of the pouring rain hitting the van drowns out the beating of his own heart in his ears. He looks to you, watching in awe as you lay with a pleased smile, eyes closed as you let the water rain down, wetting your skin.

You lift your head up to look at him and you smile. His dripping hair is shielding his reddened face from the rain, full lips parted, eyes trained on you. You sit up again, letting the rain weigh down your eyelashes as you reach for Eddie's face. You pull him closer, tilting your head to the side as you lean in.

Your lips press against his and he swears his heart stops. He's frozen in shock, eyes wide. The moment you start to pull away, his hand laces itself in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer, finally letting his eyes close.

You curse your need to breathe as you're forced to pull away panting. You look into Eddie's eyes, your shock-filled gaze and bitten lips no doubt matching his. You can feel the warmth in your cheeks combating the cool breeze and icy rain.

Words aren't needed to convey the emotions flowing through you both, so instead, you press your lips together once more, allowing the autumn leaves to fall around you.

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rachi-roo · 1 year ago

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OMG- YOU DECIMATED FYODOR IN YOUR LAST FIC XD! I loved it! Can I please request some Sigma tickles? You know how Nikolai's favourite hobby is messing with Sigma? Well, what about one day, Sigma is reading (being peaceful for once) and Nikolai comes up to him and pesters him to read out loud a bit. Sigma complies because he's done with Nikolai's shit. And then Nikolai starts softly tickling Sigma to get him to mess up his reading. He starts teasing Sigma with air tickles and saying things like, 'if you mess up, I'll ticke you,', making Sigma more nervous, leading to more tickles, more fluff, and more cuteness! The best part? Sigma's never been tickled before, he doesn't know what the hell is happening except for the fact that he kind of likes it.

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Bungou Stray Dogs: Read it and weep.

Tee-Hee, Fyodor had that coming let's face it, the dirty rat XD Thank you! Glad you liked it! Let's hope this one turns out just as good for ya 👀 Little Sigma shouldn't have been left alone with this damn clown, very irresponsible XD Bonus points if you know what book Siggy is reading!!! ❤️

Summary: Nikolai convinces Sigma to read a story for him, but he has undiagnosed ADHD and gets bored of it quickly 👀

Lee!Sigma, Ler!Nikolai

Tw: None

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It was a cold autumn evening, Sigma was perched comfortably on a sofa in the little motel he had been placed in, after being saved by a certain murderous jester.

He would have been comfortable sitting there all night had he not been hounded by said Jester.

"Come ooooon! Please?" Nikolai whined, nudging Sigmas shoulder for the fourth time as he knelt beside him on the couch, begging with his eyes for Sigma to read to him. "You know how bored I get if I'm not given attention!"

Sigma sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "That I do..." He glanced at the clock, wondering if he could use dinner as an excuse to not read aloud. Unfortunately, not. He turned to Nikolai, who was still looking at him with those big puppy eyes.

"... Fine."

"Yippee!" Nikolai cheered, grabbing a plump cushion from the couch and making himself comfortable on the floor, sitting between Sigmas legs and using his knee as a head reast.

Once he was comfy, Sigma rolled his eyes and turned back to the first page in his book, he could always pick up where he was later, it's not like he didn't love reading this story. "Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy."

Nikolai sighed in content, happily listening to Sigmas soothing voice. It was so comforting to be able to just listen to someone. That comfort didn't last long, as Nikolai was a fidget. Getting bored so easily. He eyed Sigmas focused expression, not caring about the words being spoken anymore as a cheeky grin grew across his pale cheeks.

" 'What's that noise?" said Lucy suddenly. It was a far larger house than she had ever been in before and the thought of all th'-thohose- gh-" Sigma giggled quietly, feeling Nikolais hand upon his other knee, softly ghosting his fingers over the surface of his kneecap. He bit his lip, trying to ignore the sensation in hopes he would stop.

"Mhm- 'Those long passages and rohows of doors leading into empty rooms was beginning to make her feel a' lihittle-"

"Ticklish~?"

"Huh?" Sigma looked up from his book as Nikolai spoke over him. "Ticklish? No, that's not what it says."

Nikolais grin widened as he shifted his position, placing one hand on each of Sigmas knees, raising a brow as he gave both a brief squeeze. "No, goof ball, I'm asking if you're ticklish~"

A look of confusion took over Sigmas expression as his knees jerked away slightly. "Uhum... I don't know? I've read the definition of that word somewhere before but I don't think I've ever experienced something that matched it."

Nikolai nodded, waving a dismissive hand. "Very well. Doesn't matter. Keep reading~" It didn't matter at all. Nikolai had his answer. "But don't read it wrong again, or I'll have to punish you~"

That sentence coming from Nikolai was far more intimidating than you'd have thought. Sigma gulped, finding his place in his book again. "Right... 'Feel a little creepy. "It's only a bird, silly," said Edmund. "It's an owl." Sahaid Pehe-! Ahem... P-Peter."

As Sigma continued to read, Nikolai would trace and jellyfish over his kneecaps, reveling in just how awfully Sigma was failing to keep a straight face as a quivering smile tugged on his lips. He was indeed, very ticklish.

"Gosh, what's got you so squirmy tonight? Do you really not want to read to me that badly?" The jester teased, sitting back slightly to avoid a knee to the chin as he squeezed just above Sigmas knee, making him jerk away and snort suddenly.

Both gasped, sharing a look of suprise in silence as Sigma covered his mouth. "M'sorry." He apologised through his fingers, fearing what Nikolai was going to do to him.

"Last chance~" The other beamed, biting his lip eagerly, knowing very well he was going to win this scenario.

"Oh god- Uh... "This is going to be a wonderful place for birds. I shall go to bed n-OHOW-!" Sigma cackled suddenly, dropping his book and making a grab for Nikolais hands before their eyes met and panic set in.

"Uh-oh~" Nikolai sang as Sigma leaned back into the sofa, bringing his arms over his face, peeping between them as he slouched downward as Nikolai leaned closer.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to! It's just, you're making my knees itchy." He pleaded, looking up at Nikolai as he loomed over him, half kneeling between Sigmas legs.

"Pff- haha! Itchy? Oh, Sigma. My sweet, sweet Sigma. What an innocent child you are." Nikolai chuckled, cracking his knuckles before flexing them near Sigmas sides, sending ghost sensations through the others body.

It was strange. Why did Sigma feel so weird!? His stomach felt warm, and he desperately wanted to protect his sides from the sight of those wriggling fingers. "Nikolai, please, don't hurt meEHEEEE!?"

Two tickling hands suddenly latched onto Sigmas sides, pressing and squeezing at the soft flesh that was barely protected by his funky coat. Sigma arched his back, pushing at Nikolais chest with all his might, but in his reclined position and with Nikolai standing between his legs, he could go nowhere.

"Wahahait! W-Whahat is thihis!? I-I don't understAHAHAAAA!" He threw his head back, trying to bring his knees up at Nikolai massaged his thumbs into his ribs.

"Heheee~ See, Siggy boy, this is ticklish~ A truly adorable weakness to have. And it seems to be a big one for you." Nikolai chuckled, shaking his clawed fingers into Sigmas tummy, causing him to try and curl up like a woodlouse.

"Wahahait! EheheAHAHA! N-Nik-Nikolahai! Stah-Stahap- Oho! NananaaaAHAHA!" Sigmas laughter was bright and boyish. A real, proper 'ha ha' laugh with some small snorts to punctuate.

"Awww, looks like you're enjoying yourself, little guy. Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Haha! Coochie, cooo~!" Nikolai laughed with the three year old man as he bucked and writhed beneath his tickling fingers, cooing and baby talking him to add to the flustering predicament Sigma had found himself in.

"D-Dohon't say that! Ahaha! -snort- P-Ple- Wai-HAHA! NoooohOHO!"

His cheeks and ears were a pretty shade of pink. His two toned hair had become a mix match of white and lilac strands as it became tangled from his struggles whilst Nikolai drilled his thumbs into Sigmas hips.

"Mehercyyy! HAHAHAaaa-! -Gasp-! AHAHA! N-Noho! Help! Hehehelp!"

"Oh I can't wait to tell my best buddy, Fyodor, about this! I'm sure he'd love to play too! Haha, tickle, tickle, tiiickle~ Siiigma, why don't we pause this for now, that way Fyodor can help us find your most ticklish spot when he returns!" Nikolai beamed happily as he suddenly stopped his attack, cupping Sigmas hands.

Sigma just lay there, limp as a noodle, his chest heaving as he dragged in oxygen. He was smiling, though. The tickly sensation lingering on his skin made him feel warm. It was pleasant. Perhaps it was his touch starved body talking, but he looked at Nikolai with an embarrassed nod.

"Sure... You can both help." He huffed, covering his eyes in embarrassment.

Nikolai laughed at his reaction. "I knew it! You are Lee!"

"... My names Sigma?"

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Thanks for reading! 🥰💕 Much love!

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destiny-in-the-universe · 5 months ago

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Updates on RC9GN Ships & Muses

I don't know why I need to clarify this since the RC9GN community has been amazing, and for those genuinely interested in my content, well, you can ignore this!

I'm going to split this into two different categories as well as how to send an ask because I am at my limit genuinely

Also, I can't remember who had this idea but I might create alternate ship names for the characters based on like, interests and/or objects.

Ships I'm Comfortable Writing

Randy x Howard (Weinerham) - emotionally constipated dumbasses who probably need therapy

Randy x Theresa (Fowlham) - high school sweethearts but they still need the nudge in the right direction

Randy x Debbie (Kangham) - the dumbass and the one who carries the braincells

Randy x Howard x Theresa (???) - i don't think there's an official ship name for these three! If anyone would like to help me come up with one, just let me know! (the enabler, the fuck-all attitude, and the epitome of flowers in human form-)

Randy x Howard x Debbie (???) - they also need an 'official' ship name. I thought of Chaos Trio for shits and giggles, but I'm uncertain atm (braincells and dumbasses: the sequel)

Debbie x Theresa (Fowlkang/Twirling Photography?) - literally a perfect match

Other Ships I Can Write but Are Not My Mains

Howard x Debbie (Weinerkang) - how to describe their relationship? who knows, but- well, it exists now

McFist x Viceroy (McViceroy) - the braincell and the dumbass

McFist x Viceroy x Marci (???) - McFist has two hands, y'all

Randy x Julian (Corpse Scarf!) - pls i don't have a silly way to explain their ship they're just adorable i love them sm goodbye

possibly Bucky x Julian (???) - don't expect me to write for this ship too much-

If there's any other ship you're interested in, let me know! Canon x Original Character is also allowed!

How to Send Me Asks?

Pick a ship! Or a muse (if you want standalone headcanons and/or ficlets/etc). You cannot get an ask answered without this.

Choose a prompt if you want something more specific. This can be literally anything from a song lyric (if it's the whole song, please send me a link- i obviously don't know all songs!), a word or two (park, coffee date, etc), OR anything else to your fancy. You can pick something more detailed!

If you want something set in an AU setting, please- please specify. Or I'm going to just write these as close to canon as I can

You can send multiple asks/requests! I really don't mind tbh- just don't send me more than three at once, I think-?

NSFW will not be accepted. Suggestive content is fine, but you have to be at least eighteen- it just cannot be straight up smut.

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Anon will continue remaining open. I hope the situation has been dealt with because I just started deleting the asks- I will curate my tumblr experience to something comfortable for me and the people who truly want to have a great time here, but now we can talk about my RC9GN muses

RC9GN Muses

Mains

Randy Cunningham (He/Him, doesn't mind other pronouns) - age varies depending on ask/request. Unlabeled on Sexuality. Randy doesn't care about that sort of thing to be honest- he'll date anyone he feels an attraction for. Personal headcanon that he's trans!

Open for both romantic and platonic asks/requests!

First Ninja/Finja (He/Him) - age varies depending on asks/requests. Asexual, but Open to Dating. Doesn't care for partner's gender.

Open for both romantic and platonic asks/requests!

Human! Nomi/Nomicon (All Pronouns) - ageless/doesn't age due to immortality. Arospec + Asexual.

Open for Platonic Asks/Requests!

Secondary Characters

Howard Weinerman (He/Him) - age varies depending on asks/requests. Queer/Unlabeled. Doesn't care about his partner's gender.

Open for romantic and platonic asks/headcanons!

Julian (He/They) - age varies depending on asks/requests! Unlabeled. Bicurious, leans to men.

Open for romantic and platonic asks/requests!

Theresa Fowler (She/Her, open to other pronouns) - age varies depending on asks/headcanons! Bisexual.

Open for romantic and platonic asks/headcanons!

(I could not find a gif- shit)

Spike (He/It/Doesn't Fucking Care) - ageless bc he's a robot. Unlabeled.

Open for platonic asks/requests!

Nomirandy (No /jk He/They) - ageless?? Unlabeled/Bicurious. Kind of leans to men, but he doesn't care all that much

Open for romantic and platonic asks/headcanons!

Tengu! Howard (All) - ageless?? Who tf cares about labels?

Open for romantic and platonic asks/headcanons!

If there's other canons you would like for me to write, I can try but no promises to be honest- I'm experimenting with a lot of these and I thought they might be fun to write more often!

I might write another set of headcanons for each of these characters later tonight, and I do need to write the next piece of my meta-analysis at some point! Plus an ask I'm very bouncy about hahaha, but anyway- have a lovely day, everyone!

~ Ace (He/They)

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stellar-constellations · 1 year ago

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An Alliance (Part 2)

Fem! Spy! (Y/N) x Yuri Briar

Parts: One, current part, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

(Y/N) is given her own backstory that is important for the story!

The setting for this story is based off West and East Germany's (because Spy x Family is heavily based off Germany in the 1940-1950) laws (or at least replicated to the best of my abilities since it's unknown what time period Spy x Family is exactly in, we'll go with 1950 for the sake of this story).

Historically-accurate women misogyny and mistreatment! Only small comments and historically-accurate laws (replicated to the best of my ability).

The story, plot, and settings might not match up to the Spy x Family manga as it's not completed and the manga is still being crafted.

This series contains spoilers for the manga and anime!

"Don't touch anything, unless you want to be zapped by Westalis lasers." I sarcastically spoke as I opened my apartment door.

The man waltzed into my home and looked around, his hands in his pockets as he observed the place.

"Your place is so..." he paused, looking around, "plain. And boring. And you have no furniture." He admitted honestly.

He wasn't even trying to be mean as he held a honest and slightly concerned expression.

"I'm a spy. I had to move around a lot for my missions." I admitted. "As a spy, I'm always on the move all across Ostania. Sometimes I'm traveling secretly between Ostania and Westalis too." I spoke.

"How do you do that?" he questioned.

"Oh ho ho. Look at you, already trying to put that contract to use. I'm soooo glad you're interested in me—you know, like asking about my favorite color or what genre of movies I like?" I spoke sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"You're such a doll." He sighed, rolling his eyes too. "Brat..." He murmured quietly.

He followed me to my room as I grabbed the small amount of clothes set out for my everyday convenience as I shoved the clothes into a suitcase.

"Just so you know, I'm not looking for this to be a real thing. When we're in public and at work, we'll act close—but don't expect anything kind of special treatment behind closed doors. Our 'marriage' is just a piece of paper that can easily be destroyed. The only thing that we have in common is work; nothing else." The second-lieutenant spat harshly as he walked closer to me, standing tall as he looked down at me in more ways than one.

For some reason, I felt my heart stab as my stomach felt queasy. My head felt light as I looked up.

"I'm glad we're on the same track. I want nothing to do with you just as you do with me." I stated.

I huffed and took a step to the side to get the second-lieutenant out of my way. I walked to the bathroom and grab my soaps and routine-supplies, ignoring the way my chest felt sunken and my eyes stung.

Why do I feel the need to cry? I thought to myself. That mutt doesn't know what he's talking about. He doesn't know me at all. I rolled my eyes, thinking about how pathetic I was for letting his words get to me like that.

He's the enemy. There's no reason I should grow attached like how he's thinking. I'm not going to submit and prove that he's right!

I softly sighed as I walked back to the bedroom, momentarily stopping to see the man stare at the ceiling bored. On. My. Bed!

Calm down, it's just a bed HQ rented.

Yeah. I just slept on it for two weeks for my mission I finished before getting captured. The Handler momentarily rented this room for me in this apartment so I could have a place to relax as I get through my recent slow-burn mission.

I groaned. I'm gonna kill kill kill KILL KILL THAT MOLE! I screamed loudly inside my head. I HATE THEM FOR PUTTING ME IN THIS STUPID SITUATION!

“Your bed is so uncomfortable. How can you sleep like this?” the man deadpanned.

“That’s not my bed. This is a room I was given from my boss since I had to do a mission here.” I explained, putting my supplies in one of my suitcases and zipping it up.

“What was the mission?” he seemed interested, turning his head to the side so he can face me.

“I had to get some information from city hall. The boss there is a scumbag exchanging some Ostania secrets there.” I explained.

“Huh. I didn’t know about that.” He admitted.

“Well, now that you do, you can tell the Director and have someone new to interrogate tomorrow.” I sighed, sitting down on the un-comfy bed (I hate to admit that he’s right about the bed).

“You didn’t interact with the employees, did you?” he questioned, his voice serious as his eyes dug into me, searching for truth.

“Only those I needed so I could sneak in. About two or three people. But nobody that sparked interest.” I admitted.

“Good, good…” he muttered, his voice and face softening as we stared at each other.

“Why?” I questioned.

“Nothing, I was just curious.” He spoke.

I didn’t believe it, but right now I didn’t care about it as we stared at each other.

He had pretty ruby eyes, ones I was almost envious of. He had dark black hair that matched his eyes perfectly, and his face was both innocent and stern at the same time (how could that be possible?)

I allowed myself to observe his outfit, the causal white shirt and black pants along with black shoes. But I wasn’t the only one taking notes of the enemy. I noticed he was looking at me longer than what should be comfortable.

“What?” I snapped, letting the heat in my face be anger and not something I was…afraid of, I guess you could say.

“You were staring first…” he grumbled.

Douche! I shouted in my head yet sighed.

“Whatever. Let’s go.” I commanded, jumping up from the bed and lecturing myself of my racing heart.

“Don’t boss me around, brat.” He stated, yet sat up nonetheless.

“Don’t call me brat!” I complained as he smirked.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He teased, smiling.

Now he's using my own words against me? I thought to myself yet smirked, deciding to entertain him.

“It’s alright, darling~” I retorted as his face morphed to disgust.

“Gross! Don’t you ever call me that again!” he complained.

“Then stop calling me brat! And don’t call me sweetheart, I said it first!” I shouted.

“Ugh. Like I’d ever say something so vomit-inducing again. I just wanted to mess with you.” He whined, still acting like he was sick to his stomach.

"Come on! Let’s get a move on. It’s dark and we haven’t ate dinner yet.” I spoke.

“Oh? So I’m the one treating you?” he huffed.

“Your boss never gave me back my belongings. That includes my wallet.” I pointed out, smiling.

“Then you can starve.” He deadpanned.

I huffed and grabbed my two suitcases, walking out of the apartment and to the car as he followed behind me.

“Hurry up! I hate slow walkers!” I complained, waiting for him to unlock the car.

He did, yet immediately locked it once I reached for the door handle.

I glared and waited for him to unlock the door. He sighed and did. I reached for the handle and pulled it, only to find it looked.

“Dude!” I exclaimed, looking up to see him smiling at me, proud in his childish actions.

“Okay okay!” he laughed, then unlocked the door.

I pulled, but for the damn thing to be locked again.

“YOU FELL FOR IT THREE TIMES! AHAHHA!” he laughed boisterously.

“Shut up!” I shouted, ignoring the way I slightly giggled and wore a smile on my face. “Could you please unlock the door, sweetheart?” I teased.

“Ew! Stop it!” he gagged, yet unlocked the door.

I quickly opened the door, causing him to let out an “aw” followed by a “it was fun while it lasted.” I put my suitcases in the backseat and sat in the passenger seat.

“What do you want to eat?” he asked, stepping into the car and putting the keys in, twisting them to start the engine.

“Oh, I thought I was going to starve.” I smiled, watching as he rolled his eyes and huffed.

“This is just one time…” he grumbled. “Now hurry up and choose!” he shouted.

“Don’t pressure me! Then I can’t think!” I shouted back. “I’m fine with anything.”

“Seriously? I just told you to choose! I don’t know what you like!” he complained.

“I’m not picky; besides, you’re paying.” I spoke as he sighed aggressively and backed out of the parking lot.

I looked out the window, watching as we left one of my many—many—temporary homes that the Handler has placed me in before.

I should send a code so the headquarters can decipher my message. What should I tell them? I can’t tell them I’m a double-agent, that’s for sure.

I glanced over at the man, thinking.

I can’t believe I thought this asshole was innocent-looking and hot when I first saw him—he’s just a jerk. What’s his problem anyways? Why’s he hate me so much? Sure, I’m a spy, but I’ve always tried to avoid the conflict between Westalis and Ostania.

A frown made its way to my face as I thought some more.

Can I even be called a spy ever again? I got ratted out and captured. I might never get a mission again if I’m stuck with the Secret Police. My spy days are over.

Surprisingly, it didn’t sound too bad. I was in the spy business for almost a decade. Breaking into homes, deciphering codes, protecting government officials that's killed my family, even going as far as to disarming bombs. Whether I was in the Westalis army, a Westalis spy, or now even Ostania's SSS, I’ll always have the looming threat of dying.

I really wanted to live a peaceful life too, it was the spy business that tracked me down and recruited me when I was ten. How could they manipulate me into this war? I wanted out of it after the military! I whined in my head.

It’s not like I didn’t agree. But I was ten! I didn't understand what being a spy exactly meant. I guess drastic times called for drastic measures, even going as far as to getting little ten-year-olds recruited.

“What’s with that face?” he suddenly spoke up.

“What face?” I questioned.

“The sad face. Your face looks even more ugly like that.” He deadpanned.

“Ugh! You jerk!” I exclaimed, resisting the powerful urge to punch him hard in the arm.

I would’ve, if the sudden thought of him concealed-carrying didn’t immediately cross my mind.

Yeah. He’d shoot me for punching him.

“I was just thinking! Jeez, you’re mean…” I grumbled.

He hummed, a smile on his face. He seems proud to be an asshole. . . We decided to grab quick fast food since there was no point in going anywhere expensive.

He drove to a gated apartment complex for two-income families, entering a passcode.

“Fancy apartment complex.” I commented, looking out the window.

“The job pays well.” He spoke back, driving in and parking somewhere.

He shut the car off and we both opened our doors. I got my luggage as he impatiently waited. We walked to the doors, going into a lobby and to an elevator. He pressed the second button and stuck his hands in his pants pockets. I clutched the handle on the elevator, ignoring the look the man was giving me as I felt my stomach tighten.

“Don’t tell me you’re about to puke.” He groaned. “You got a weak stomach or something?”

“Elevators just make me nauseous.” I admitted. “But I’ll be fine, thank you so much for your concern.” I commented sarcastically.

Elevators remind me of planes, planes remind me of hijacks and crashes. Just the thought of having to be in another plane going down for one of my missions makes me want to vomit. I never want to be above the ocean or ground again.

The doors opened and we walked out of the elevator. We walked a few doors down until we got to the fourth door on the right. He grabbed his keys from his pocket and opened the door.

He silently walked in and I followed, a little unnerved at being inside the enemy's apartment.

It's not like he'd kill me—at least not without getting information out of me. Right?

"Where should I put my stuff?" I questioned.

The man hummed, thinking to himself.

"You can put it in my room, I'd rather not have the living room dirty." He replied.

"Do you have any house rules?" I questioned, taking my shoes off as the man drags his off, standing with perfect balance despite being on one foot.

I hid my amazement from his balance skills as I had hopped on my foot to take my shoes off.

"I don't think I do. I mean like, don't go through my stuff? And don't go out without me. I can't really think of anything unless you do something that I'm not comfortable with, but I'll tell ya." He sighed.

"Okay." I spoke, following him to his room.

He opened the door, allowing me in. I set my suitcases neatly in the corner as the man jumped on his bed, sighing.

If it was my bed, I would've followed and laid down too since I was quite tired with today's events too, but this is the second-lieutenant's bed (who still won't tell me his name). I feel it would be rude lying down on his pretty red bed (I also feel that he will snap at me).

I looked around the room, looking at the pale peach walls. I looked down at the apartment's wooden floor, noticing how clean it is.

He must like his apartment clean. I supposed every likes a clean space to walk in though.

He had very few artworks on the wall, only two paintings. One was of a bright forest and a path. The other was a dark figure on the beach, dancing alone as the sun set behind them. I looked at his expresso drawers, seeing there was two of them. He had a closet I didn't feel like exploring.

Doesn't look very secretive and Secret Police-like. I thought to myself. Well, it does make sense. I hide my spy-gear out of sight too in case the SSS tries to do a secret investigation on me when I'm not at the place I'd be staying at during that time.

"So, what are the sleeping arrangements?" I questioned.

"I don't know..." He muttered, tired.

He's seem to have lost all that spark from earlier. I thought to myself. It's kinda cute how worn out he is.

I smiled, observing him as he threw me a tired glare.

"What?" he questioned.

"Nothing." I spoke, sitting down on the bed yet keeping a good distance. "You said you had an older sister, so where would your guest room be?"

"She'd sleep in my bed and I'd sleep on the couch." He explained. "I would rather have myself sleep on the couch than have my dear sister sleep there—she's family."

"So you can be nice." I hummed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he huffed, his energy to argue seeming to recharge as he sat up from his bed.

"Oh, don't start getting riled up just yet. I'm just teasing you." I rolled my eyes playfully, smiling as I enjoyed the way his face bloomed into a rose and he stuttered.

"D-don't say it like that! Brat..." he muttered, covering his face with his arm as he coughed out his embarrassment.

"You tired?" I questioned.

"Yeah. But I'm going to wait until you fall asleep." He spoke, sitting up from his bed.

"Okay, creep. You do you I guess, just leave me out of the equation." I giggled as he glared at me.

"Not like that. I meant I'm not planning on waking up to you gone from the apartment and running back to that stupid spy business of yours. The Director would kill me." He huffed.

"You know, I didn't just join them because I felt like it." I huffed, crossing my arms.

"What did you join them for?" he questioned, raising his eyebrow.

"You gotta earn it first." I clicked my tongue, mocking his words from earlier.

We shared a glare before he sighed.

"Fine. I wasn't even that interested anyways." He huffed.

We stayed silent for a bit before he spoke up again.

"You can shower first, I'll wait for you." He explained.

"Oh. Thanks..." I muttered, slightly surprised as I walked to my suitcase and opened it, grabbing clothes and bathing supplies. "I'll be right back." I stated.

He's a stupid jerk, but there's been moments where he's been a little nice. Maybe over time I can crack that shell. I thought to myself before immediately catching myself. Over time? What am I saying? I'm not staying with that jerk forever! No matter how much kinder he gets!

It's not like I'd have a choice either. The Westalis spies would be around searching for me if word gets out that I betrayed them. I shouldn't be the one at fault. It was that mole's fault! That, and they were the one that betrayed the Westalis spies and me! I can't believe the Handler assigned me to show him the ropes when he first came in a couple months ago. I thought he was doing a good job too!

I got dressed into pajamas and walked out of the bathroom. I heard soft snoring and looked to see the man was sleeping, having not moved from the same position I left him in.

He'd be so easy to kill, allowing himself to be in such a vulnerable position while the enemy is in his home. I sighed, not really wanting to wake him up in case he forgets who I am and flips out.

Maybe I can send that message to Westalis. I thought before quickly deciding to cross out that idea.

That'd be a stupid thing to do while I'm in enemy territory. That, and I don't want to cause trouble immediately. I've honestly been wanting to take a break from the spy business for a while, but I was afraid the Handler would kill me (she's not called the Fullmetal Lady for nothing). This will just be a mini-vacation.

I had an intense battle inside my head, wondering if I should take out Flower from my suitcase or not.

If the jerk wakes up, he'll see it and probably tease me forever. I thought, sighing as I looked at the man. Why should I care what he thinks? It's not his bunny!

I huffed and grabbed Flower from my suitcase. She looked at me pitifully with her one eye and hanging loose threads of her pink nose and mouth. She still has a slight lingering smell of ash, but it's barely noticeable now because of all the times I've thrown her in a washer. I walked over to the man and noticed the slight twitch from his left eye as his mouth frowned slightly. His eyes were slightly squinted, and I mentally gasped.

How dare he fake-sleep in front of me?! Does he really not trust me? But it does leave him open for me to mess with him...

"My love, wakey-wakey." I teased, causing him to almost shoot up immediately.

"Don't say that!" he shouted.

"I can't believe you faked sleeping!" I laughed, a disbeliefed-smile on my face.

"I was making sure you wouldn't try running or contacting the Westalis spies!" he exclaimed, trying to justify himself.

"I can't believe you would think that!" I exclaimed.

You were very right, sir. Very right...

"Whatever, just shower so we can go to bed." I sighed.

My face heated up at my wording. If the man noticed, he didn't pay no attention to it as he stood up and walked to the bathroom, suspiciously eyeing me as he closed the bathroom door.

What a pushover. I thought, before sighing and laying down on the bed. Me and the enemy sharing a bed together? I think I'm going to puke.

He didn’t take long, probably rushing to make sure that I wasn’t escaping, before he opened the door and suspiciously looked around the room.

“There’s no traps or bugs.” I rolled my eyes.

“How can I trust you?” he questioned.

“Because I would’ve forgotten them then accidentally set off one of my own traps.” I deadpanned.

He huffed, but didn’t say anything after that, that was until he noticed the bunny.

“…What the hell is that?” he mumbled, making eye contact with Flower’s one eye.

“Don’t say that!” I gasped, covering Flower’s ears. “She’s sensitive about her appearance!”

“She’s…sensitive?” he questioned, an evil smile forming on his face.

“Don’t look at me like that! Flower isn’t just some stuffed bunny, she’s my childhood warrior.”

He smiled more. “S-stuffed…bunny…childhood…warrior!” he started to cackle as I glared at him. “I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT YOU STILL SLEEP WITH STUFFED ANIMALS!”

“Flower is my friend!” I cried out. "She means a lot to me!"

“AHAHAHA! YOU’RE FRIENDS WITH A BUNNY? YOU’RE REALLY THAT PATHETIC?!” he laughed.

I huffed, walking over to him and pushing him onto the bed.

“H-hey!” he stuttered out, his face turning red as he stared up at me.

“Shut up and sleep!” I ordered, walking to the drawer and placed my glasses down (or ignore this part if you don't wear glasses).

I walked to the light switch and turned off the light, then carefully navigated through the dark and felt for the bed. I grabbed the covers and got into said bed. I felt that man’s body but I couldn’t care enough to walk all the way on the other side in the dark—however, he had other plans as he protested.

“Oi! Oi! Stay on your side!” he shouted.

I huffed, ignoring his demands. “I am. Scoot over.”

He groaned yet scooted over, allowing me to steal his side. I clutched Flower to my chest and sighed.

…

“You don’t bring girls often to your apartment, huh?” I questioned, smiling as he shifted in bed, spluttering out nonsense.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” he shouted, offended.

“I mean that your bed is small, so you never thought of sleeping with anyone when you bought it. Sad, sad little virgin.” I teased.

“Shut up! Like anybody would willing sleep with you!” he huffed.

“Ohoho~ well you’re mistaken, sweetheart.” I laughed, causing him to blow up.

“I will suffocate you with this pillow!” he claimed.

“You won’t, you need me.” I smiled.

He stayed quiet before eventually huffing, “Whatever.”

“Aw! You didn’t deny it!” I smiled, turning my head over to see him, well, try to.

I could kind of see him, my eyes adjusting to the dark. I noticed how he was already looking at me, his bright red eyes visible.

“What?” I questioned.

He squinted, glaring at me before sighing.

“It’s kinda cute…” he spoke.

I waited for him to add context to it, glad that it was dark enough to not see my red face.

“The bunny, I mean. Not you. Obviously.” He scoffed.

“I’ll take it as a win.” I smiled.

We stayed quiet, turning our backs to one another as they pressed up against each other. I ignored the heat on my face and the fact that we're so close together.

“You should get a fan. It’ll make this room cooler and it’ll be great background noise for this awkward silence.” I spoke.

He sighed. “Yeah. I will.”

Parts: One, current part, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

Want more Yuri content? Check out the Want more Yuri content? Check out the Yuri Briar Masterlist!

Have any requests? Check my masterlist to see the characters I write for: Masterlist (Please request, I have too much free time and too little fics).

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jesterthestar · 10 months ago

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Hii I was wondering if you could do a transmasc character who se!f-h@rms and different kny character comfort/clean they're wounds up?

Thanks!

♱ ᜔ author's note : hello ! Im sorry that im writing this so late i hope that it doesn't offend you in any way. ⵰gen. Sure !! I hope that everything is alright for you. Im sorry if it's little ! You can rewuest it again if you didn't like something or want a part two.

♱ ᜔ triggering content : self harm ⵰ description of it ; brief mentions of violence ; characters used : sanemi.

🎞 . . S⃨a⃨n⃨e⃨m⃨i⃨

Sanemi was over the top shocked , sad , irritated. Don't get him wrong , he really didn't know.

I think sanemi isn't one to observe your physical details much. He saw that you didn't hide your scars and he was proud of you , you were like two matching people. He was never insecure about his scars , and was happy that you didn't too.

Just if he knew the reason earlier.

Sanemi looked up into your calm eyes ... how coudl you even stay calm at a time like this ? He was so upset over it , he wanted to scream, cry and never let go of you. Just wanted to take care of you and your needs, mental state. Somethinf he completely missed.

You were to tired to even cry , and you forgot how to show your frustration and sadness through means other than cutting. You just keot it in and then made your hand a bloody mess. Pathetic. You thought to yourself. You cared for Sanemi , but when youe body was floating away like this you couldn't help but swallow up your guilt and drown into the depths of your shattered mind. Some pressure here and there , some extra tasks from the corps and som ignorance from Sanemi. You really thought you'd make it , without a doubt. Yet here you were. In your psrtners arms as he tied a bandage along your scarred hand.

You both stayed quiet for only a few minutes , but it felt like decades. The shuffling of the wind outside and the firction of fabrix against your hand just made goose bumps run alongside your spine.

With a final touch Sanemi took your hand into his own. He glanced over his finished eork before a sigh fell from his lips. He didn't want to scream ... no .. no. He took a few deep breaths before he suddenly grasped you into an embrace worth living for.

You felt your hands shift to his back as if sub - conciously. Sanemi was nuzzling into your neck snd heavulg breathing. He already lost to many .. now he wanted to pritect you snd make sure no one , nothinf comes in the way if your happniess.

He groaned.

—- " Don't ever .. Never do this again. I will keep an eye on yout , you bastard." -—

Sanemi knew , words couldn't help. But he is willing to do anything to serve you and your needs to be happy.

#kny #kny x reader #headcanons #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa #request #writing #write #writers block #sanemi x reader #sanemi x y/n #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x y/n #shinazugawa x reader #shinazugawa x y/n

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arliganzey · 29 days ago

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How do you feel/what are your thoughts on the Zey/Maze ship? Good luck today!

Thank you! 🙏

Here are my Thoughts on Zey/Maze:

I really love whatever they got going on

I don't think romance is out of the question for them, and I will soak up any and all content about it, but in my heart I think romance takes away something from their relationship and I like the idea that they are more found family! They can be ride or die for each other WITHOUT the romance!

That said, if I didn't have an alternate insane ship for Zey (Zey/Vau), then yeah I guess my OTP for Zey is Maze ... barring any other absolute batshit options (Altis and Zey love affair? I don't fucking know LMAO)

This is how my perfect Maze and Zey OTP goes:

They start working together with the SBO. Maze takes his assignment as Zey's aide really poorly internally, but outwardly shows no signs of being dissatisfied--except both him and Zey know something's not really adding up about it. (Because Maze is only there to kill Zey when it's time for Order 66, lbr.)

Maze doesn't like Zey at first. He slowly gains respect for him as they work together and Zey proves to be a decent general trying to do his best with what he's got. So by the time Triple Zero rolls around and Ordo waltzes in disrespecting General Zey, Maze takes a punch to the face for his general. At some point after this, Maze starts to grapple with the idea he might like Zey a little more than he should, and very deftly does nothing about it and tries to ignore it.

Except Zey is a Jedi so you can't really hide anything from him, even Maze's stone cold exterior is no match for an uwu moment when Zey brings him caf when things are particularly rough at HQ ... and they both realize right away oh shit. Zey kind of lets it go so Maze can be embarrassed in peace about having a crush on him, and they never speak of it again. Eventually Maze convinces himself he does not, in fact, have feelings for General Arligan Zey. Plus, he starts reading holobooks, and getting philosophical about having Jedi as commanding officers (this is canon, see: Order 66).

Even without romantic feelings though, he respects Zey, and likes him as a person, despite his reservations about how the Jedi are conducting the war. After Maze spares Zey's life, and they're doing whatever they're doing between Order 66 and Kyrimorut, there's this like tension release and maybe maybe maybe...

HOPE THIS HELPS lol

send me asks to get me through all day training hell! the kind of hell where they tried to put me in a virtual breakout room to talk about AI! aaahhhhhhhhhhh

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The Queen and Her Levi- Chapter 5: Why me?

King!Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

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"All my life I have never known what it was like to love someone, if anything, really. Until I met you, and everything changed, you brat."

"Reader" has a name, if you don't like it, then change it to your own, the world is your oyster.

Will contain VERY mature and triggering content. Viewer discretion is advised and minors please DNI.

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[TW: this chapter will contain smut, and obvious hints of noncon, but not violent. Bondage as well. If you do not approve or are not comfortable with that at all, please do not read. Last thing I want to do is make anyone who reads my story uncomfortable. Once again, minors DNI!!! Thank you!]

Prologue | Previous chapter

Levi walks in and takes off his blazer and hangs it up without saying anything. Asuna walks back in and closes the balcony door, waiting for him to say something first.

He takes off his many rings and puts them on his nightstand, undoing his belt and setting it aside. Finally, he looks up to her and says something.

"You settling in okay?" he asks quietly.

It takes her a few seconds to say something, still trying to fight the shyness and nervousness she felt around him. She didn't want to complain to him for anything, she was too nervous to say that there wasn't any clothes or nightgowns for her to put on. Maybe she should have packed a little better.

"Yeah, it's great. Thank you."

"I expected you might have been asleep by now," He says. "You must have had a long day."

"Yeah," she chuckles, scratching her head. "I did. I was having a bit of a hard time falling asleep, though... but view is great!"

"I'm glad." Levi answers almost immediately. Slowly walking towards her. She takes a deep breath and stays where she is, waiting for him to come to her. Her heart begins racing with each step he walked towards her, but she doesn't back up, she stands tall and gives it everything in her power not to look weak in front of him. Finally, he approaches her, standing right in front of her, slightly taller than her, so she had to raise her chin up a bit. He doesn't say anything, just attempting to admire how beautiful his future wife was as her pretty features shined with the help of the moonlight that spread across the bedroom.

"Are you scared of me?" he asks. As he said that, he put his hand around her waist which causes her to flinch and tense up.

She looks back up at him. "A little."

"Why?" he grips her waste a little tighter, pulling her closer to him. Causing her to unwillingly push her hands against his chest. Her cheeks begin to fluster as she tried to back up, but he didn't let her, he was way stronger than he looked.

"I..." she tries to respond, but couldn't bring herself to say a word.

"C'mon, use your words."

"I'm... still trying to figure out what your motive is for picking me out of all people to be your wife..." she answers his question, way more tensed up than before, afraid of what his answer will be. She already confronted him about this situation shortly before, but he ignored it.

He chuckles softly, letting go of her and walking out to the balcony, still in ears length so she can hear what he says considering his voice is so quiet, emotionless, and stoic. He looks out with his back behind her, admiring the view as she just did minutes prior. He pulls out something out of his shirt pocket, it looked like a pack of cigarettes, he grabbed one and put it in his mouth, lighting it with a match.

"I didn't peg you for a stupid little brat in the slightest..." He says while taking a puff and looking back at her. "Do you not already know the answer to that question?"

"No, actually..." She laughs, continuing the confrontation. "Never mind, I do! You did all of this because of my father."

He takes his cigarette and puts it to the side, not taking his eyes off of her. The moonlight was reflecting off his face and showing his off his gorgeous features. This was the first time she was actually admiring what the man looked like. He was so handsome, with the perfect facial features and his pretty black hair with it parted in the middle. She tries to hide her secret admiration that she is currently feeling toward him. Though denies any of it due to the look in her eyes.

"You may be right," he slowly talks towards her, throwing the cigarette off the balcony and loosening his shirt to get more comfortable. "But, it's quite hard to explain it... It wasn't just about your father, Asuna..."

He took a few seconds to keep looking at her before he continued.

"It was you as well, brat."

With that, he starts to put both of his hands around her waist again, more tighter than before. Leaning himself against her. She didn't have any words, she tried so hard to believe him when he said that it wasn't just about her dad. If her father had never owed money to Levi, he would have never known she existed, he would have most likely fallen for another girl who would have to ensue what she's going through right now, and probably enjoy it a lot more than she is. In fact, she wasn't enjoying it. She was scared. Stop thinking of the alternatives. She thought. There is nothing I can do now.

She tries to back away, but he keeps her in place. Levi leaning in so that they are both looking in each other's eyes. Asuna had never been so unsure before, not knowing what was going to happen next but she could try to take a few guesses. Still attempting to back away, before she knew it, he leaned in with both of his hands still wrapped around her waist, and put his lips against hers.

It took her so long to process it. He doesn't even know me. She kept thinking to herself. Why the hell is this happening? She kept her eyes open trying to process the kiss. Her very first kiss, actually.

Without thinking about it, she eventually kissed back, giving up and just doing it, and probably for the first time since she got here, she wasn't scared. Maybe Levi wasn't who most people say he was? Maybe he was a decent and sweet person after all who will treat his girl with the respect she deserves.

She was wrong.

The kiss lasted a few minutes, with her eventually putting her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. The longer the kiss lasted, the tighter he held onto her. He eventually started to grip at her waist that made her groan a bit without meaning to, turning him on even more. Feeling up and down her entire body. She soon put her arms back down to try to pull him away from the kiss, but he refused, he continued to kiss her. He eventually slipped his tongue into her mouth, which was something she was far from used to, and forcibly pushed him and backed away in shock. She looked at him, eyes widened and afraid to say anything at all nor move a muscle. He continued to look at her with that casual emotionless expression that looked like he didn't care about anything in the world.

"Tell me, Asuna," Levi asks her with curiosity. "Are you a virgin?"

She still had no words, backing up a bit more and looking at him in confusion, in complete shock and fear. She didn't want to answer, but despite knowing that either way it would most likely turn out to be the same outcome she sadly expected.

"Yes..." she responded. Almost with tears in her eyes.

She knew. She knew what he was about to do and she also knew that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop what was coming for her.

Gosh, she was pretty. Levi thought. I wonder what she tastes like.

"Asuna..." Levi said quietly, walking back towards her, softly putting his hand back on her hip.

"Do you really think this is going to turn out the way you want it to?"

He pushes her to towards the wall, holding her so she wouldn't trip beneath her feet. At this point so there was nowhere for her to go. He puts his hand on her cheek and wipes the coming tears from her eyes. She is so beautiful, even when she cries. She accepts her defeat, which is something she felt she has done ever since she met him.

"Please..." she pleads.

He answers her with another kiss on her lips, this time forcing his tongue right into her mouth and making out with her passionately. From the moment he saw her, this is all he has been thinking about, he wasn't going to hold back anymore. Now that she was his, sitting all by themselves in the comfort of their own bedroom, he was going to do exactly what he wanted with her.

"Shhh," he whispers in her ear after letting go of the kiss, continuing to hold her tears. "It's okay, try to calm down."

She couldn't fulfill his request, all she did was try not to break down and sob as he continues to put his hands all around her body while continuing to kiss her. He led her toward the bed and continued, beginning to undo the corset of her dress. He lets go of the kiss to focus on undoing her dress, loosening it so that it started to fall off her shoulders. She grabs her dress before it could fall past her breasts, refusing to move it any further.

"Levi..." she pleads again. "I'm not ready for this."

"It would be cruel not to prepare you for this, baby." he responds, finally undoing her dress and letting it fall down to the floor, leaving her in just her underwear.

Almost completely bare in front of a man for the first time, tears start flowing in her eyes even more, trying to not looking at him as he wiped them with his finger. She held her arms over her breasts to hide them, continuing to cry.

"Please..." she says once more. A huge emotion he had never felt before clouded Levi's grey eyes. She couldn't tell what his eyes expressed, was it disappointment? Sadness? Lust? Love? Despite not knowing, he looked right into her eyes as she looked back, and she stayed hiding herself with her arms.

He cups her cheek again and continues to wipe her endless tears. Whispering sweet nothings as he feels her bare skin. He could not stand it any longer, he finally was going to see her pretty boobs whether she liked it or not. He grabbed her wrists as softly as he could manage, and pulled her arms away, exposing all of her to him. He was memorized.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he says. Beginning to kiss her neck and all over. Pulling her into him into a forced hug, continuing to kiss the base of her chin and down below her neck.

He examined her entire body, feeling every inch before cupping her breasts and feeling the softness of them. Taking his time to see every inch of her body. She was beautiful, perfect. Her perfect hourglass shape, her soft, smooth body, her perfect breasts, and not to mention her beautiful face that he couldn't get enough of. He just stood there and looked at her for what felt like hours to Asuna, tears still coming out of her eyes. He wished she wouldn't cry, he hated that she was so scared, but he couldn't blame her. New home, new town, new people surrounding her, and even a new fiancee in the matter of one day. He thought about fulfilling her wishes and backing off, giving her some space for a little longer, but tonight he felt like being a little selfish, even if it meant her hating him forever. But it didn't matter, she wasn't going anywhere with him in control of everyone around him.

He puts his hand on the back of her head, feeling her soft dirty blonde hair that smells like it had just been washed. He kisses her once again, and to his surprise, she kissed back. He couldn't tell if she kissed back because she didn't have a choice, if she was actually enjoying this, or if she was kissing back because it would be awkward not to.

Suddenly, he let go, loosening his shirt up a bit more as she stood there breathing nervously.

"Lay on the bed." He demanded, walking away to search for something from inside his closet. She didn't want to do what he was told but at this point it seems like he would get his way no matter what. Wiping the tears from her eyes and sitting down on her side of the bed, covering her breasts with her arms once more, and patiently looking at him to see what he was trying to find in his closet.

He didn't say anything, they had not spoken in several minutes. She didn't know what to say at this point, all she wanted to do was run away and hide somewhere where he couldn't catch her. Mainly he didn't say anything either because he was too focused on the thought of feeling himself inside of her, kissing and feeling every inch of her body, and being on top of her without anywhere for her to go, making her his forever. She attempted once again to try to stop this from happening, but deep down she knew it was no use.

"Levi..." she says quietly, trying not to break down again. He doesn't look at her, still continuing to rummage through his drawers. What the hell is he looking for that is taking him so hard to find what he's looking for? I guess I'll find out soon enough.

"Please... I'm scared."

"Found it." He says, hearing every word of her plea but ignoring it. Turning around, he walks towards her with some sort of rope in his hand, unbuttoning his shirt more and getting on the bed next to her.

"What the hell is that?!" Asuna yells, trying to back up but he grabs her by the waist with his immense strength, removing her arms from her chest once again so he can see her.

"Just a little something to keep you in place, I haven't used this on someone in a long time." He states, terrifying her even more.

"Please..." she says once more.

"Is that your favorite word? Please?" He is on top of her at this point, looking her her with lust and desire. She loses control of herself again and starts crying softly.

"Shh, it's okay." he responds with a sad attempt at reassuring her. "Put your arms above your head."

She shook her head in fear. "No.."

"Do I have to do it for you?" he says, glaring at her with an expression in his eyes that she couldn't interpret.

Realizing there was no alternative in this situation, she does what she's told. Putting her arms up slowly in a shaken state that he thought she was going to have a seizure. He quickly put her right wrist over the other and started tying the rope around her wrists. After securing her wrists, he ties the other end of the rope to the headboard, not too tightly that it would hurt her, but tight enough that she couldn't get free.

"There," he says while putting his hand on her cheek and rubbing the tears away with his thumb. "You're all set."

He gets off the bed and walks back toward the balcony, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and laying it on a chair next to a desk in the corner. Leaving him in just his black slacks that were loosely falling off due to not having a belt on, exposing his v-line and boxers underneath. She finally sees the Greek God like body that he has, he was gorgeous, sexy abs and such good muscles. He grabs another cigarette and lights it, puffing it as he looks out at the balcony, while looking back and admiring her almost naked body tied up, as he continued to have a smoke.

She attempts to break free, struggling to move around as the rope tying her wrists wouldn't let her slide forward or sideways. She was completely exposed, breasts hanging out while the breeze of the still open balcony hit her bare flesh, causing her to chill up a bit. Without trying to, she could feel herself getting wet and it seeping through her underwear. Fuck... why do I feel like this? she thought. Never being naked in front of a man before let alone ever having sex before, and now she's going to experience her first time being tied up unwillingly and completely dominated, some would say humiliated.

"Why me??" she sobs while looking up at the ceiling, moving around struggling to get free. Refusing to glance over at him. "You could have picked any other girl in this kingdom and yet you chose me! WHY?!" she screams.

He finished his cigarette and throws the butt off the balcony once more, walking back towards her and not saying anything as she cries in defeat and embarrassment. He starts to take his pants off, as she watches helplessly, finally throwing off his boxers as well, letting his cock spring free.

She gasps as he got back on the bed and laid on top of her. Oh my God. He was huge. She thought. The size of his dick almost scared her as it was fully erect and dripping with pre cum. Are all dicks this big? Or is he some sort of God?

"I didn't just choose you," he said. Beginning to trail his hand all over waste and hips, which sent chills down her spine. Taking off her underwear finally and throwing it on the floor. Eventually pulling his hand down to feel the warmth of her heat, making her groan, not ever feeling someone touch her down there before. Kissing her and putting his other hand on her right breast, massaging it.

He lets go of the kiss, "I chose the most fierce, prettiest girl I have ever seen."

He didn't give her a chance to respond, right after saying that, he slides two fingers inside of her, making her arch her back a bit and moan softly. Gosh she was so tight. He slowly pumps them in and out as jolts run through her body furiously.

"Shit, so wet for me already?" he whispers at he starts kissing the base of her neck. "Maybe you are enjoying this after all."

He starts pumping his fingers in faster, as she begins to moan without being able to control it, she tried to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning any louder, but that just excited him even more.

"N-No!" she responds, refusing to accept that maybe this does feel slightly good. He fingers her a little longer before taking them out and moving up to her bundle of nerves. "I'm not.. enjoyi- hah!"

She couldn't finish her sentence as he begins to rub her clit with his thumb, still massaging her breast and starting to pinch her sensitive nipples. She couldn't take it any longer. Not being able to move her arms to slap him away she tried to close her legs to stop the immense pleasure that she was feeling, but at the same time, repulsion, but he forces them open, spreading her legs even more so he can get a better sight of her pretty pussy.

"Do I need to tie your legs up, too? Because I will." he says, still rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves faster than before, as she breathes heavily and moans louder. Her eyes widen and she shook her head profusely. God, please no. That would make this situation so much worse.

She tries not to close her legs this time so he doesn't go through with his threat and ties her legs up too. He continues to rub her clit faster that she can feel herself about to finish, he can see that she was about to orgasm, but he was far from done with her yet. He stops suddenly, which secretly frustrated her as she was about to hit her climax. He leans down a little more to keep kissing her and giving the same attention to her other breast and pinching the nipple, putting one in his hand and the other in his mouth, going back to rubbing her heat and feeling the wetness of her cunt.

"Levi," she says almost out of breath. Cheeks red and flushed as she tries to hide the pleasure she was secretly feeling from all of this.

"Hm?" he responds to her surprise.

"Can you.... please untie me?"

He just chuckles, pressing his lips against hers once again and went down to reach above her knee and softly grab her leg, pulling it up so it was resting on his hip, rubbing her clit a little more.

"Not yet..."

Before she knew it, his cock was positioned right in front of her entrance, slowly rubbing it against her folds to prep her a little more.

"Like I said before, gorgeous. It would be cruel and stupid not to prepare you for this."

She started crying again. She didn't feel prepared at all, in fact, quite the opposite. She had a couple girlfriends that she would hang out with occasionally at the village near her estate on her free time, and every single one of them said that their first time was extremely painful, but it gets slightly better at the end. Gosh, if only her friends could see where she is now. She closed her eyes and accepts the inevitable, knowing this was certainly going to happen eventually, sooner or later.

"Please, don't."

Levi wishes she would stop resisting, it would be a lot easier for her if she tried to enjoy this. He kisses all over her face, her neck, her shoulders, her chest, shushing her softy in an almost reassuring way as he continued to rub his member softy against her heat, but not putting it in just yet to giving her enough time to be ready for him.

"Open your eyes, Asuna." He demands her. She does what she's told and looks right into his eyes. He puts his other hand on her other thigh and moves them so her legs are now wrapping around his waist. She wanted to move them, but remembered his threat of tying her legs too, she was too afraid to move.

He positioned his dick right in front of her entrance as he slowly eased himself inside of her. She arched her back and yelped in pain and tried not to scream so the whole palace could hear her. He continued pushing himself inside her slowly, trying not to overdue it knowing that it was painful for her. Soon enough, he was balls deep inside of her as he felt something drip out of her as she yelped and cried. He looked down to see a bit of blood seeping out the sides of her heat, but looked back up at her as she closed her eyes again instinctively. A virgin, she was no longer. He continues to look at her pretty face and smashes his lips on hers once again, softly wrapping his arms around her legs and beginning to thrust into her slowly.

She started to moan into the kiss, wishing her wrists weren't tied to the bed so she could grab on to him for support. He started to thrust a little harder with each one, feeling like he could cum right now at how incredibly tight and sexy she was. He lets go of the kiss and moves his body back up, arms still clinging to her hips as he attempted to get a better sight as her beautiful body and her tits bouncing with each thrust. He couldn't help but feel how tensed up she was, her legs were stiffer then a board and she continued to shake and squeeze her eyes shut instead of looking at him.

"Relax, just try to enjoy it, you're doing so good." he whispers to her, starting to moan softly himself.

She attempted to try to relax, maybe it would be less uncomfortable if she actually did try to enjoy it. The thing was, it was so painful. She could feel herself stretch out and suck him in, but as he continued thrusting inside of her it started to feel slightly better, almost a satisfying type of pain. She couldn't explain it, the coil in her stomach started to tighten more and she began moaning less forcibly.

Seeing that she is relaxing under him a bit more, he starts to go faster, making her moan louder as she could see the bulge forming in her stomach. Holy shit, is he really that deep? She was so wet that he was easily sliding in and out of her. He grabs both her breasts with his hands and before she knew it, he was fucking her into the mattress. She started moaning uncontrollably as she gets comfortable enough to look back into his eyes, and he's looking down at her with admiration. He falls back down and presses his chest against hers and continues.

"Levi, please... I'm-" with that she starts screaming louder, tears still forming in her eyes. Her friends at the village were right, it was painful, but it gets slightly better after a little bit, it didn't make it any less uncomfortable for her though.

After about 15-20 minutes, he pulls out slowly, as the juices from her pussy start seeping out as well. She doesn't think he finished, but it looks like he was so close to. He kisses her once last time as he begins to untie her wrists from the headboard.

He frees her from the rope and takes a quick look at her wrists to make sure he didn't tie it too tight. Checking for red marks and friction burns, he starts rubbing her wrists to comfort them as he kisses her forehead and gets off the bed, leaving her naked and in shock.

"I would have came inside you, but I feel like it's a little too much for you right now. After all it is your first time, and your first night here. Don't want to overdo it, right?" He smirks and grabs a towel from the drawers of his closet, walks to the bathroom and closes the door, starting the shower, not saying another word.

Overdo it? she laughed to herself. Seriously? If what he just did doesn't count to him as 'overdoing' it, what the hell would overdoing it actually mean? Oh god.

Leaving her exposed and naked on the bed, trembling in fright at what just happened, she could hardly move. Legs shaking as her pussy still dripping wet, her legs were so sore she felt like she was going to collapse on her knees. After taking a few minutes to try to gather herself to get up, she quickly grabs her underwear that was thrown on the floor and puts it back on. She quickly tries to find her dress that was ripped off her but couldn't find it. She looks everywhere then eventually spots it almost tucked underneath the bed, she quickly grabs it and tries to put it on, but it took her a few seconds to realizes it was ripped apart. Did this happen as he was taking it off me? I sure hope he didn't do this intentionally so that I could be naked for the rest of the night. She turns to look at the clock to see that it was almost 6am. It didn't matter at this point, she was too exhausted to even think about anything anymore, not even the thought of grabbing another thing to wear from her suitcase. She just fell back into the bed and hid her exposed body underneath the covers and laid down.

Still shaking. She comes back to reality and realizes this is her new husband. This was her life now. Being Levi's wife and queen also meant being his little sex toy, with no thought but to please himself. But at the same time, she couldn't shake the thought of how he kissed her, how he held her, how he looked at her. How he immediately made her his without barely knowing her, a part of that, she slightly admired.

Crying a bit more, she hides herself more under the covers, afraid for when Levi walks out of that bathroom, but before she knew it, she passed out.

[ fucking 4.7k words- my bad. I hope it kept your attention and it was very hard for me to write this considering it is literally SA, but I promise you, the bad also comes with all the good in everything. I wasn't going to post this today but fuck it, here's ur smut. Next chapter being posted on Tumblr very soon. Thank u <3]

-Kat

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