#lmk?

you are so lucky i found the sdr2 musical today and it dragged me back to the fandom. i feel the need to draw everyone

𝖸𝖴𝖩𝖨 𝖨𝖳𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖱𝖨 𝖷 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖! 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗, 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊, 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

Through the haze of sleep you felt your phone murmur against your sheets. Once. Twice. You turned over with a huff, rubbing your eyes. Barely able to focus your eyes on the blaring brightness you landed on the culprit of the vibrations.

Your boyfriend, Yuuji Itadori.

yuuji ♡

Hey, you up?

Baby

Fully awake now you turned over onto your stomach. Phone in your palms now, you bit down on your bottom lip. Was everything okay? Instinctively you pressed the call button, and in a matter of rings he answered.

'Baby?' His voice was low and throaty, perfect for this time of night. You caught your lip between your teeth again, but for different reasons.

'Mhm. Everything alright?' You replied quietly, still heavy with sleep.

'Shit, did I wake you?'

'Yeah, kinda.' He winced audibly. 'It's okay though, if it's you.'

You wished you were with him now, to see the pink rising on his cheeks. He flustered so easily and you took every opportunity to do it, whispered comfessions and pretty words your favourite way to tease him. His favourite too, judging by how affected he was at the drop of a hat.

'Gah, I'm sorry Baby. I didn't realise the time. I just...missed you.' He cleared his throat. 'I miss you.'

You grinned cheesily at your screen. He always put you first, regardless of whatever he'd called you needing. His selfless nature was one of the many things that made you fall for him. His laugh, his kindness, his bravery and how he got along with everyone so easily. Not to mention, that sinful body.

Lost in though, you almost missed what came next.

'I need you.'

That had you awake, fire running down your spine. It was that kind of call. Suddenly it made sense why he rang so late. Now that you knew, you could make out the desperation in his voice. He failed to bite back a gasp, unaware you'd realised what was going on. Your cock twitched in interest.

The sounds were music to your ears.

God, you loved his voice. So strong but gentle, caressing your ears as his words dripped like honey. The control he had over you was insane.

If not stronger, was the control you had over him. As powerful as Itadori was you both reveled in the push and pull of the relationship. Just as easy as you could melt under him, you decided to bite.

“If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up.”

Undignified splutters sounds through the speaker, though no disagreement. Listening closer, you could just make out the faint noise of skin against skin, the breathless tone as Itadori spoke.

His sounds were getting louder, breath heavier and words closer together. 'No wait.. hah... lemme take care of you.'

He knew just how to press your buttons. From the moment he picked up the phone, you were a goner.

'Come on baby boy, you know you want to.' Desire pooled in your stomach and you could feel the heat travelling to between your legs. Pet names like that effected you like nothing else.

You slipt your hand into your boxers, fist curling around your dick. Slowly at first, you began to pump it, in time with the slapping coming from yuuji's side of the phone.

A gravelly chuckle followed through the phone. 'What you up to Baby? Am I missing something?'

You resisted the urge to moan.

'Yuji...ah, wish you were here. Touching me.' You forced out in between pants.

Something snapped inside of him. The air seemed to shift around you and it only deepened your arousal.

"How about you do it for me, unless you already are? What pretty noises you're making for me… am I making you feel good?"

Oh. Oh. He was in that sort of mood. The type where he'd pin you down and watch you squirm. You'd already lost, turned on indescribably.

'Such a good boy, doing exactly what you're told. Here.' A text popped up at the top of your phone. 'A little something to reward you.'

Without a thought you clicked on the message. And fell apart.

It was an image. You trailed your eyes hungrily along the lines of his chest, the definition of his rock hard abs, down the path of his v-line to where his hand sat. The picture ended with his length, already standing to its height and leaking pre-cum. You resisted the urge to drool.

'Fuck. Fuck.' You spluttered. Your boyfriend's attractive body was nothing new to you but sprawled like this, coated in sweat as he worked himself all for you, did things to you that were foul. Your pace quickened.

'You like that, huh? My good little boy, falling apart so easily for me.'

Fog tickled at the sides of your brain. Those words hit something inside you everytime. Like putty, you feel into Yuuji's hands. And with the scandalous whine that flew past your lips, he knew it.

'Bet you're rock hard for me baby. Aching. Being awfully quiet too actually. Ya still there? My boy, my pretty little thing. Touching yourself just thinkin' of me? Imagining my hands on you, how I'd trail along your thighs, towards right where you want me. Mhm?' He hummed, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Clouds completely covered your brain now, dumb to anything but your boyfriend's words. All you could do was groan deeply in response, jacking off mindlessly.

'Wish you were here right now. I know how much you love how I feel, my mouth, my tongue. I'd go down on you, swirling just the way you like. You'd love that, working you, me taking care of you. Taking charge. No need to worry your pretty little head. Just loose yourself in me, my hands, my words. Ain't that right. Let me hear it, mhm?'

'Yes, God yes. Ah, ah... Fuck. Fuck me. Take me, please.'

His voice seemed to catch in his throat. 'Begging for me like that I can't control myself. Remind me, who does that pretty little cock belong to?'

'Yuji. Ah, I-I'm close. Yours. I'm all yours. Please Yuji. Yuji yuji yuji.' You cried his name like a mantra, self control utterly shattered.

'Go on. You earned it. Such a good boy. All for me. Cum for me.'

You could barely comprend Yuuji's pace fastening through the phone as well, thoughts sluggish and under his spell. Barely able to hold back any longer, his command along with such words spurred you on.

The moment he went over the edge was audible. A guturall groan ripped through the phone as you impossible quickened your pace. His noises were barely words but you could still make out the one that finished you. 'Good boy.'

And you were gone.

For a minute there was silence, save for mutual panting and attempts to settle your lungs. Exhaustion worked its way back into your bones, but was distant under the afterglow.

'Well. Did not think it'd be that hot. Still with me Y/n?' Your boyfriend joked through the phone, smirk clear in his tone.

'I hate you. You and your stupid words. Waking me up this late just 'cause your such a horndog.'

'Hate me?' He laughed loudly, the pure joy warming your heart. 'Your horndog, anyway. Didnt seem like it when your were moaning around your own grip, my good boy?'

A wave of what just happened washed over you. 'FOR FUCK'S SAKE!'

You buried your face in your pillow, cheeks red. God, you loved him.

and i love writing about my baby (currently working on chapter 2 of bed chem and a cute like secret admirer!gareth x fem!cheerleader reader that might turn smutty, idk)

i’d love to add to eddie’s masterlist so if anyone has any eddie requests, feel free to drop them here!

thanks!!

part 1 part 2

The villain took hero all around town, finally ending up in a Christmas night market on a tree farm- he’d been in an absurdly good mood. She tried eggnog for the first time, not a fan, tried fruit cake and spat it out. Villain settled on feeding her chocolate peppermint candies every now and then instead. They found the perfect tree being sold by a plump, bearded man the villain referred to as Santa Claus. Hero would have been charmed if she wasn’t incredibly suspicious about the breaking and entering. They stopped at many stalls, most of which met a gawking hero pointing and exclaiming her interest. Villain took good note- after a while of patrolling around looking at all the festive oddities, the villain excused himself with an excuse the hero didn’t quite catch, they were supposed to meet back in around 15 minutes so she continued browsing around the stalls until a woman caught her attention. 

“Where’d that handsome boyfriend you were with go?” The woman yelled, she seemed kind enough, middle aged with puffy blond curls, Hero and Villain previously looked at the poinsettias and other plants she was selling. The hero approached her stall. 

“Oh, um. He went to go do something, he’s gonna meet me near the entrance” she answered. The crowds present when they got there had died down and all that was left were scattered couples and people seemingly on first dates, perhaps the villain didn’t notice it, but he was getting touchy, linking their arms and leaning close to tell her something. It seems this lady had gotten the wrong idea. 

“Oh! Actually! He’s not my boyfriend!” She quickly corrected herself. 

“No?” the woman seemed genuinely shocked. 

“Uh no. He’s um. A friend? Almost.” 

“Almost?”

“Sort of.” 

The woman tutted, nodding her head with disapproval. “Well that just won’t do.” She pointed back to a couple of clusters of plants tied together by bows hanging by hooks on her stall. “Get one of those and boom! You gotta start the engines running somehow.”

Hero must’ve looked confused enough so she didn’t have to ask what that meant.

“Mistletoe.” The woman said.

“Beg your pardon?” Hero felt insulted.

“The tradition? I can’t believe it! No wonder you two haven’t gotten together. You have no romantic bone in your body!” 

The hero was already red from the cold, but it was kept hidden underneath the scarf that came up to her nose. She was more than sure everyone could see it now though. She didn’t like the villain that way… did she? For the first time she considered all the subconscious heart shaped sourdoughs and mysterious, dreamy man paintings. The realisation came crashing into her and she felt she might vomit at the thought that the villain might feel the same way. She was ready to deny her feelings and run away from the woman but before her body could move, her heart did. 

“You think he likes me…?” she asked, practically whispering, twiddling her thumbs enclosed in knitted mittens. The woman smiled, glad the hero was finally catching on. 

“Yes. In fact I think anyone could see that.” The hero was filled with determination out of nowhere. It’s as if THE hero she once was came out again, manifesting itself as the confidence she’d been lacking and the power she held dormant. She practically lit up the entire stall. 

“What's the mistletoe toe have to do with that?” 

“You hang ‘em up. When two people find each other under it at the same time they gotta give each other a kiss.” Hero’s confidence quickly disappeared as she began nervously giggling. 

“Oh no no no. I can’t do that. It's a bit forward, I think.”  

“Forward? You two were practically making out when he was feeding you mints.” 

“Oh! I think that’s him! Gotta go ma’am.” She began scurrying away before she turned back halfway. She pulled out the change in her pants pocket and handed it to her. “Thank you.” The lady laughed, rolling her eyes.

“The only thanks I’ll accept is if you two come hand in hand next time.” She began to close her stall, “Which I bet won’t be too far from now” She smirked. The hero didn’t think she could get any redder. She smiled at the lady and paced back to the villain. He greeted her with a smile and she swooned. “Made a friend?” He asked. 

“Not exactly. I did learn a thing or two.” she teased. 

“Oh? Like what?” 

“Um…” hero was at a loss for words. “Girl stuff?” 

The villain laughed as he put his hand on her back leading her out of the market. 

The villain could barely see the hero's face but he could see she was red like the poinsettias they were looking at. She took short and quick steps, scared to fall on the ice. It was humbling and charming to see Hero, a retired weapon of mass destruction, drowning in a scarf and scared of falling on the ice. He lent her a tight hand as they walked over a particularly icy spot and the hero froze. 

“What’s wrong?” 

The hero could die. Right there hanging on the arched entryway gate was the fated mistletoe. Hero could have sworn it wasn’t there before, and the kids running back to the direction of the Poinsettia Lady’s stall were very suspicious. The villain traced the hero's sight to the hanging promise of doom. At such a bold and daring chance, he smiled. Something grew in him that he knew was there all along. This time, he welcomed it and it fueled him with something more than just friendship. 

“Oh, I see. You learned about mistletoes.” He teased. The hero stayed silent, gripping onto the villain's arm, fear of falling still very much present, in more ways than just one. 

“Hero, come on. We have to get to the car somehow.” He pulled the hero, just the slightest bit.

“But we’re-” the hero’s slow and careful steps followed. 

“Not anymore.” 

“We could-” 

“It’s the sacrifice we must take, hero.” 

“It’s just-” 

“They’re closing” he sang, pulling her closer and closer towards him and the mistletoe. Finally, there they were. Villain had managed to snake an arm around her waist, holding her close to get a clear view of her big, brown eyes, now shining red, yellow, and green, reflecting the Christmas lights overhead. “Hero?”

The hero said nothing, almost entirely being held up by the villain’s arm around her. He leaned in, their noses almost touching. “Is this ok?” he whispered. Hero had long stopped working, her legs became jelly and her heart raced so fast she was light headed. He slowly raised his other hand to pull down her scarf and very carefully cupped her cheek. 

The hero felt her head might pop right off, so she hoped it wouldn’t, closed her eyes, and nodded quickly. First she heard the villain’s soft laugh, secondly, she smelled the villain’s familiar cologne, and finally she felt on her cheek the most chaste, soft, sweetest and hero’s first ever kiss.