#* JUST A LUG YOU'D LIKE TO HUG *

[webslingingslasher]

trouble and silly pranks <3

imagine she just pretends she doesn’t know who peter is hehendndms ‘im ur bf’ and she’s like ‘uhhh idk who you are…………’

she doesn’t stop for a while too dksksksk

😭😭😭

okay but this is peter seeing you in public randomly and just coming up and crushing you with a hug with a 'what are you doing here, baby?' and you'd shove him off and take four steps back.

'who the fuck are you?'

peter lowers the hood on his head, 'it's me! your boyfriend!'

'no you're not. i don't have a boyfriend, get away from me, weirdo.'

'trouble, c'mon, people are gonna think i'm stalking you.'

'you are, freak. i don't know you.'

'you just left my place! not even an hour ago!'

'who's place? my place? how do you know where i was, huh? weirdo!'

'oh my god, please trouble, security's coming over.'

'oh, now you're threatening me? i'll have you know that my actual boyfriend is a super strong super hero so good luck, tough guy.'

'i'm begging you, stop this.'

'i have no idea who you are.'

peter's being lugged out of the store by his shirt, 'trouble! i swear to god if you don't-' you wave at him behind glass. 'bye bye!'

[my313]

bewitched 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 choi yeonjun

now playing 𝄞₊⊹ bewitched - laufey

⋆ pairing: bf!yeonjun x f!reader

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: fluff, established relationship

a/n: our resident lauver yeonjun deserves this!!! enjoy this v quick drabble :3

bf!yeonjun would definitely get a custom vinyl record with songs that remind him of you and your relationship. he'd call it the soundtrack of your love, complete with a picture of you both on the sleeve, possibly a polaroid picture of one of your trips overseas.

he'd play it most days; when you're at work or busy and he misses you, or when he reminisces over the memories you've made together over the course of your relationship.

but he loves to play it the most when you're both home. be it the weekends, or if you're stuck at home because of the rain, or even if you just decide to stay in and build one of his many lego purchases.

yeonjun thinks he's built a new core memory with you this one time he props up the vinyl on his record player, though. the big light is almost never on in your living room, opting to have the lamp you both lugged in the subway as your main source of light; its warmth looming over your flushed faces, like a pair of rose-coloured glasses that never seem to come off when you two are together.

he extends his hand, dipping into a satirical curtsy with a silly grin on his face. "care to dance, m'lady?" yeonjun sounds like he's teasing, but you know with how his eyes glisten hopefully that he truly wants you to get on your feet and put your hand in his. you stifle a laugh, attempting to follow along with his lead, nodding. "well, of course!"

his lithe fingers find their rightful place at your waist, your hands on his shoulders as laufey's bewitched plays softly. yeonjun knows you're his; he knows you're here to stay, but in moments like this, with your faces inches away, he memorises the way your eyelashes kiss the apples of your cheeks as you laugh bashfully, navigating your feet to the melody - as if you're going to fade into the yellow hue of the room like a figment of his imagination.

"i'm gonna step on your foot, junnie." you giggle, looking down at how your steps stumble over yeonjun's relaxed rhythm. "that's okay baby, you can step on me any day." he winks, aiming to see you throw your head back with an animated laugh. he feels his chest swell when you do just that.

yeonjun could do this everyday. play the same twenty songs and never get sick of the way you squeal each time he spins you; the way you laugh when you try to spin him back, only for his forehead to smack against you, opting to crouch to fit under your outstretched arm. he pulls you in and out, crazed laughter overpowering the gentle jazz.

you get tired at one point, so by the third track, you're pressed into a hug and taking the smallest steps, swaying left and right. your face is buried in the crook of yeonjun's neck as his arms engulf you, squeezing you into him as if he wants you both to be one entity. you retract from his shoulders to have a good look at your boyfriend's handsome face, beaming when you find him already staring at you. yeonjun abruptly pecks your lips once, twice, more than four times, before he's kissing you all over your face. he ends on your forehead then looks right back at you, "do you think we'll run out of songs to dance to?" yeonjun's way of asking if you'd stay forever, you think. it makes you want to write all the love songs in the world, give him his very own vinyl.

you shake your head firmly. your hands pull away from his waist and onto either side of his face, squishing his cheeks to make lips form a pout. "we can even dance in silence if we're together, junnie."

[graves4girls]

☆ let em' know | simon riley

✮ wc. 824 ⚠︎ warning(s): fem!reader just sum thoughts/scenarios abt big boyfie simon

⟡ be sure to check out my work on ao3 → gravesforgirls !!

You loved the attention, all the prying eyes and mutters under their breath as you prance by, hugging his big arm close as he ambles beside you, far less concerned with the curious glances. Be it the stark contrast of his black, beat-up denim jacket and dark balaclava that revealed only that harsh glare, clashing with your pink mini dress and pearly white pumps that–even with a four inch heel–do little to minimize the height difference between you, or maybe it was the mere fact that he held nearly two decades to you, the deep wrinkles between his eyebrows and scarred, muscled hands that easily engulf your own letting you know he's been through more than enough of what life's offered him.

He treads behind you, big hands pushing at the shopping cart as you scan your grocery list, humming to yourself quietly. He can sense the eyes on him, boring into the back of his head as you guide him through the store, and you have to admit it has to look a little funny to see such a burly, big man strolling through the produce section, obediently following you through the store and towering behind you when you ask him which type of cereal he's feeling that week. It isn't anything new to him, and it is a bit humorous when he catches someone's gaze and stares right back–stare unwavering and dark–until they ultimately drop their head as if they were never looking in the first place, but he'd prefer to not be gawked at when he traveled with you.

Without fail, you'll always find something completely unnecessary to gripe about when he brings you to the shops, and he'll swipe whatever it is you'd grabbed on your wander around the store right from your hands and toss it onto the tallest shelf he can find, earning an angry pinch of your eyebrows and a mumble of something under your breath as you attempt to grab it from the very back of the high shelf, to no avail. 

“Y'don't need it. We already have enough shit ‘round the house.” 

He'll grab you and pull you away from the rack, wrapping his big hands around your waist to redirect you toward the front of the store when he ultimately can't find any properly fitted clothes, pressing a kiss to the top of your head through his mask as an amend for not buying you that stupid little pink mixer.

He always carries your bags for you, whether you like it or not. He insists it's only because you'll whine when you inevitably break a nail trying to lug around the heavy bags, but deep down you know he enjoys giving you only the best princess treatment. 

You cling to his arm as you trot around the mall, rambling about something he isn't too sure of anymore, grunting quietly whenever you look at him to see if he's still listening. He's got three bags hanging from one of his hands, effortlessly dragging around the heavy contents as you pull him into that body shop you always seem to gravitate towards. 

“Smell this.”

You shove the small sample towards him, and you giggle when he squints his eyes, and even through the mask you can tell he's scrunching his nose.

“Too strong.” 

You catch an employee eyeing up your mountain of a boyfriend from the corner of your eye, and you bite back a small grin at the swell of pride in your chest at the reminder that the man beside you is all yours. You feign ignorance to the ogling woman as you run your hand down the back of his arm, slipping your fingers between his own when you reach his big hand, gently swinging your arm and leaning your head against his shoulder as you examine the various soaps and lotions, just to drive that knife that little bit deeper. It's not that you were jealous, you just adored showing off your giant guard dog is all.

He yearns for the moment you get to step back into the safety of your home, carrying your bags into the common area and sighing as he finally relaxes back into the soft cushions of the couch, awaiting your inevitable joint company on the sofa as he tugs off the balaclava. He looks tired, but he offers you a ghost of a smile when you eagerly plop down beside him to nuzzle into his side, wrapping your arm around him and sticking a soft kiss to his cheekbone when he slinks his arm around your hip, swiveling his head to press a proper kiss to your plump, velvety lips. The tension in his broad shoulders seems to dissipate some at the gentle action, bringing his other hand around to coax you into his lap, long legs spread out for you to perch yourself on as he nibbles at your bottom lip.

[sydsaint]

i have this idea. for a thing. grayson waller + enemies to lovers + one bed trope.

"what's the matter, princess? afraid you can't handle sharing a bed with me?"

gnawing at the gates of my enclosure

Fuck this would be SO HOT!! I can picture it EXACTLY

Summary: The reader is an old friend of Austin's who was in NXT at the same time as Grayson. When she finally gets called up to Smackdown, Austin is happy to have his friend back. But there seems to be some unresolved tension between Grayson and the reader.

"Austin!" You break out into a sprint across the hotel lobby as soon as you see your best friend.

"YN!" Austin flashes an eager grin and easily catches you when you make a leap into his arms. "I'm so glad that you're finally here! I missed seeing you." He hugs you against him.

You wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly, noticing Grayson standing a few feet away as you do. You hop down from Austin's hold and smile at him.

"I missed you too, pretty boy." You nudge his arm playfully. "I see that you found a new friend." I nod to Grayson behind him.

"Hmm?" Austin turns around. "Oh, yeah, Grayson. Do you know, YN?" He asks.

Grayson rolls his eyes and nods. "Yeah, we know each other." He confirms.

"Waller." You nod to him stiffly.

"YN." Waller nods back, just as stiffly.

Austin looks between the two of you, sensing the obvious tension in the air. He coughs and turns back to you.

"Anyway, did you get everything set up?" He asks you.

"Yep." You nod. "My travels plans are approved for the month. We are officially back to being travel buddies." I confirm eagerly.

Grayson narrows his eyes at your confirmation. He looks over at Austin with a scoff. "Were you going to tell me about this?" He asks Austin.

"I'm telling you right now." Austin replies. "I didn't think you'd mind having someone else around." He shrugs.

"Well yeah...but why her?" Grayson huffs.

You roll your eyes at him. "Love you too, Waller." You snark at him.

Grayson scoffs and drags his suitcase toward the elevator. You and Austin both watch him walk off before Austin turns to ask you about what the deal is.

"So, what's that all about?" Austin asks you.

"Your buddy is a bitter chump." You reply sharply. "Just...don't worry about it, Austin. I'll take care of it." You assure him.

Austin nods and offers to help you with your suitcase. You laugh and insist on taking it yourself. The two of you head over to the elevator so you can head up to your rooms.

Austin booked a room with three beds, two in the main one and one off to the side with a door separating it for privacy. The two of you reach the room and find that's no longer the case. The room only houses two queen beds.

"So, we've got a glaring problem." Grayson speaks up as soon as the door shuts. "Looks like you're going to have to find a different room, YN. So sad."

You glare at him, grumbling under your breath.

"She can't find another room." Austin replies. "The lady at the front desk put a no vacancy sign on the counter right after we checked in. And it's late." He informs everyone.

"Great." You sigh to yourself. "Austin, you dating anyone right now?" I ask him.

Austin nods, knowing why you're asking. "Yeah, sorry." He frowns.

You sigh again and turn to Waller. "You gonna be a dick and make me sleep on the floor?" You ask him.

Grayson rolls his eyes, leaning against one of the beds. "No, I'm not that much of a dickhead." He admits. "But i'm not happy about it."

"Oh because I'm so ecstatic at the idea of sharing a bed with you, Grayson." You roll your eyes.

Austin senses the tension in the room and decides to give the two of you some space for a little while.

"Okay! I'm gonna do a late-night gym sesh. I'll be back later." He quietly grabs his gym bag and exits the room.

You watch Austin retreat out of the room and huff to yourself. Once he's gone, you lug your suitcase up onto the bed and zip it open. Grayson stares at you with a glare from the other end of the bed.

"You gonna stand there and stare a hole into me, Waller?" You snark at him, returning his glare.

"Pfft, don't get smart with me, sweetheart." Waller scoffs.

You meet his eyes and grit your teeth. "Or what?" You challenge him. "It's already bad enough I have to share a bed with you. Now you're going to be a dick to me for the rest of the night?"

Grayson comes around the bed and stops just in front of you. He's easily half a foot taller than you, which only pisses you off more.

"What's the matter, princess? Afraid you can't handle sharing a bed with me?" Grayson taunts you with a smug grin.

"Okay! Big talk coming from you, Waller." You scoff at him, eyes glued to his.

Waller takes a step forward again, only inches from you now. You don't let his intimidation tactics work on you.

"You have got to be the most annoying woman I've ever met, you know that?" Waller huffs and steps back from you after a moment.

"Please, you've been dying to get into my pants from day one, Grayson." You accuse him.

Grayson scoffs again, quick to try and deny your claim. "I have not! You're annoying!" He insists.

"And yet, you're standing over there drooling." You quip back at him.

"You! Ugh, you don't know when to shut up. Do you?" Grayson growls in frustration.

You sit and watch him squirm, struggling to keep up his facade. Grayson clenches his fists and turns around to look at you.

"Well? You done throwing a tantrum?" You ask him with a grin.

"Are you kidding me?" Grayson whines. "A tantrum? I'm not throwing a tantrum!" He claims.

You watch him, still calm as a cucumber yourself. "You're clenching your fists and stomping around like one." You point out. "Just admit it, Waller. You're dying to kiss me right now. "

"What?" Grayson huffs as he watches you stand up from the edge of the bed. "You're! I! Ugh!" He huffs a breath out of his nose.

"Ready to admit it?" You push him.

Grayson stares down at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly under the button up with a bright and colorful pattern he's wearing. You know just how to push his buttons. You always have. And that's why he acts like he can't stand you. Because he knows that you know just how to get under his skin. And he hates it.

You remain standing in front of him, waiting for an answer. But instead of a verbal one, you're waiting for, Grayson leans forward and cups your face, kissing you harshly.

You stumble back a couple of steps, hands grabbing at his shirt. "So I'm right, aren't I?" You whisper against his lips.

"I hate you so much." Grayson whispers back.

[a66-1]

Hiii!! How about Price with a reader that somehow is able to make friends with all kinds of animals, stray cats, ducks, etc? Or just a reader who's an animal caretaker (like myself whoops)? Thank uuuuu

okay wait, drabble material right here...

Price x Animal caretaker!Reader

a/n: yay! first request?

TW: If fluff is a trigger warning, BE WARNED

not proof read

John is relaxing on his ride home from the airport. He didn't tell you he was heading home a week early because he did not want you up at 3 in the morning, sleeping in an airport just for him. He stared out the window, the night peaceful, save for the few animals that were stray, on the side walks. He chuckled, knowing how you'd pick every single on of them up just so they slept comfortably.

He got out of the car, lugging his baggage out of the taxi he was in, huffing. God, good thing it wasn't raining or anything or he'd be fucked.

Once he unlocked his front door, he was very surprised to see lights on, a humming glow coming from the.. Living room? He stashed his stuff in the small little mud room so it wouldn't lie in the middle of the front hallway, and he poked his head around the wall to find... A curled up you nursing a cat that was most definitely not one of the many you cared for.

"Uh.. Darling?" John asked, laughing a little as he shows himself fully into the living room. Your eyes dart happily to him, a tired smile on your face.

"John! Hi baby... You never said..." You carefully put down the small kitten and gave him a tight hug, mumbling about all the cute strays you've managed to save. He hugs back, joining in on the small laugh.

"So.. This little thing is..?" He pulls back to motion to the very small black cat that was perched on your couch. You stifled a giggle.

"Her name is Penelope..."

okay babes... Like the drabble but you want more?

no, need more? Just request it!

bye babes...! <3

[tastefulstars]

He's With The Band

You intimidate Steve a little but that doesn't stop him from wanting you.

steve harrington x f!reader (best friend!eddie x reader)

warnings: 18+ only mdni. eddie tries to be a good wingman but doesn't really manage it. r thinks she's too out there for steve and steve thinks r and eddie are together. unprotected sex. car sex. dirty talk. oral (f receiving). floor sex. switch steve i guess (more sub steve than anything). not proof read.

w/c: 4.4k

masterlist

You were excited, nerves fluttering in your stomach. Anxiety always ate at you before a show, no matter how much you enjoyed yourself. Putting the finishing touches on your makeup, you give yourself a once over in the mirror and grin. Your tartan print pants fit your legs and ass beautifully, chains hanging and tinkling as you walk, and your shirt was ripped and faded and you knew that everyone would probably get a glimpse of your cleavage at some point.

You look good.

Your friends and band-mates, Alex, Sean and Tony, call out for you and you rush over to them. You wrap your arms around them, creating a little huddle and you bounce on your toes.

“I��m so ready!” You cheer, “Are you ready?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Let’s fuckin’ go, baby!”

"I was born ready" Sean laughs, accented voice filling the space.

You laugh and as you all hype each other up, giving each other a gentle squeeze before breaking away. You grab your guitar and walk onstage.

You step up to the microphone, take a deep breath and pluck the opening notes to your first song of the night.

You belt out songs, loosing yourself in the moment and by the end of your set, you're covered in sweat and breathing hard. You always loved the thrill of it, riding the high long after you'd left the stage.

All you wanted to do was have a couple drinks and relax but you also didn't want to leave the boys to have to pack up your equipment. Your arms ached as you lugged the guitar cases to the van, you groan as you place them inside.

You hear loud laughter and you grin.

"Hey, I'll be back in a tick" You tell Alex and he waves you away dismissively, rolling his eyes.

You almost run towards the laugh, beaming.

"Hugs incoming!" You laugh and launch yourself at Eddie.

He opens his arms and catches you, spinning you around squeezing you tight. You hold onto his shoulders as he places you back onto your feet.

"I didn't think you were coming tonight"

"Don't be silly" He laughs, "I'll always come to your shows. I even managed to drag my friends along"

He gestures to the people lingering around him, watching you both curiously. You turn slightly, wrapping your arm around Eddie's waist as you beam at them and wave.

"Ah, thanks for coming"

"Not gonna lie, half of them only came because I told them that there was a girl fronting a rock band" Eddie teases and you roll your eyes.

"This is Robin, Nancy, Steve" Eddie gestures to each of them as he introduces them, "Erica, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Will, El and Mike"

"You guys were awesome" Dustin says.

"You, um, really put on a show" Nancy says, and you laugh.

"Ahh, I know our music isn't for everyone. Did you have a good time, though?"

"Oh absolutely" She says, nodding her head.

"I didn't think that I would enjoy it, to be honest" Robin starts, "But it's kind of refreshing to see a woman fronting the kind of music Eddie listens to"

Eddie snorts at her comment and rolls his eyes, leaning down he loudly whispers to you.

"Robin thinks it's just noise, not real music like Cyndi Lauper"

You laugh loudly at the disgust in his voice and you see her flush with embarrassment, you shoot her a soft smile to let her know you don't mean any harm.

You laugh as they chat, cuddling into Eddie and enjoying his and his friend's company. You glance over at Steve a few times and see him quickly look away each time you catch his eye. You can't help yourself, dragging your gaze over him, enjoying his soft eyes and fluffy hair.

"Hey Egg!" You hear Tony shout from the van, "Quit slackin' off and come help us!"

You groan and hug Eddie harder, burying your face into his chest and he laughs as you cling to him.

"No!" You shout back, your voice muffled by Eddie's shirt. You feel his chest shake with laughter.

"Go on" He says, "I'll hang out for a bit and we can catch up after"

You pull away, pointing at him sternly.

"Don't go anywhere"

You say as you start to walk backwards before you turn around and head back to the van, continuing to help load the equipment into the van. You glance over every few minutes to check Eddie and his group were still there.

Once you slide the van shut, you immediately start walking back to Eddie. Alex, Tony and Sean following behind you. Eddie smiles at you and you slot yourself back into his side, his arm resting around your shoulders.

"Hey man" He greets your band-mates, "Good show tonight"

"Thanks Eddie" Sean says.

You tune out a lot of the conversation, eyes drifting back to Steve every few moments. You turn slightly, squeezing Eddie and peering up at him as he looks over to you.

"Yes?" He raises his eyebrow and you purse your lips.

"Is, um" You lean in closer and whisper, face flushing, "Is Steve like, seeing anyone?"

A big smile slowly spreads over Eddie's face and he wiggles his eyebrows, making you groan and scrunch your face up.

"Forget it" You pout and he shakes his head, stepping away from the group and pulling you along with him.

"We'll be back in a second" He throws over his shoulder.

Eddie leads you to his van, offering you a smoke. You lean against the side of the van as you light it, side flush with his.

"From what I know, Steve's not dating and not wanting to get involved with anyone" He tells you as you inhale the cigarette, you pass it to him.

"Why do you wanna know?" He asks and your stomach flips.

"Um. I, I dunno- guess I wanted to know if I had a shot"

"Hmm. Look - to be completely honest with you and I'm not saying this to hurt you or anything okay? But I don't think I've ever seen Steve with anyone who isn't the Good Girl Next Door cookie cutter type. Go for it though honey, if you don't at least ask him you'll never know"

Something curls deep in your stomach and you sigh, knowing that a lot of people had passed on you because of the way you dress, your way of life, your Take No Shit attitude.

It wasn't the first time you'd been told something along the lines of 'if only you weren't... like that".

"Thanks Eds, I guess one day I'll find someone who likes me for me"

You laugh awkwardly as the two of you pass the cigarette between each other.

"What are you talkin' about, I'm right here" Eddie says hands flapping around himself and you laugh, rolling your eyes.

"You know what I mean" You groan.

"Ahh, like someone who wants to get all up inside you?" He laughs and you shove him.

"We could never work" He sighs dramatically, "We'd be too powerful"

"You mean we'd crash and burn real quick" You tease.

It's not like you hadn't thought about it but you just couldn't see Eddie as someone you wanted in that way. You wanted him to be in your life, be in his life for as long as you could. He was one of your soulmates, your closest friend and someone you could count on for anything, but it was all platonic.

You chew on your lower lip, you sigh and push off the van.

"Better get goin'" You mumble, holding your hand out and wrap your hand around his.

You can't help but feel a little disappointed and you know your smile fell a little short when you reached the group. Tony raises his eyebrow at you and you scrunch your nose slightly.

"Well, it's been great meeting you all but we should probably head off" Tony says.

You say your goodbyes to Eddie's friends, disappointment filling your throat as you reach Steve. You give Eddie another big hug, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek.

"See ya around, baby doll"

Eddie's loud, bark of laughter follows you to Alex's van. You climb in the front, glancing over to Sean and Tony squished in the back amongst all the gear.

"You okay, Egg?" Tony asks, "You looked a little upset when you and Eddie got back"

"Yeah" You sigh, looking out the window as Alex starts the drive to his home, "Just sucks hearing that someone wouldn't give you a chance 'cause of the way you dress"

"So which one of Eddie's friends do you fancy, then?" Sean asks and you groan, hating how well the boys knew you.

"Not telling" You pout, not wanting to give them any more ammunition to tease you.

"I bet it was the girl, Robin was it?" Alex muses.

"Nah, it was totally Nancy" Tony shoots back.

"You lot are mad" Sean laughs, "She was clearly checking out Steve the entire time"

You huff, crossing your arms over your stomach and turn to face the window much to their amusement.

You hate that you can't get him out of your head. Images of his warm eyes and his kissable lips and his fluffy hair flash behind your closed eyes, driving you insane with want.

You're so worked up that you get yourself off multiple times over the weeks to fantasies involving Steve. You imagine him fucking you hard and fast in the dirty bathroom of the club, imagine sliding your way down his body and sucking him down your throat and listening to the noises he makes, imagine him pressing you against the door of a dressing room and burying his fingers inside you.

You let your fantasies run wild and you almost hate yourself for it and it certainly didn't help that you see Steve everywhere. Heading to work? Steve's running past. Pushing your cart at the grocery store? Steve's coming around the corner. You're dropping off some equipment Eddie asked to borrow? Steve's spread out on his couch.

There's a Corroded Coffin show tonight and you decide to dress your best, let loose and maybe go home with a a cutie. You feel great - black band shirt loose around your torso paired with a short black skirt and your leather jacket. You pull on long boots that sit an inch or so over your thighs, teasing a flash of skin between them and your skirt.

You take your time styling your hair and doing your makeup and you carefully slide rings onto your fingers. You looked sexy and felt it.

You didn't expect to see Steve there, wearing tight jeans and a loose shirt that had the sleeves torn off. You got an eyeful of his strong arms and chest, your mouth floods with saliva and your cunt gushes, clenching around nothing and you ache.

"Hey!" He smiles warmly at you when he spots you, speaking loudly and leaning close so you can hear him over the music, "Eddie will be glad you're here"

He stays close to you throughout the set, making your skin burn. You try to ignore it but your eyes dart to him every few minutes and you don't know if you want to throw yourself into the crowd and loose yourself in the music or grab Steve and plant a desperate kiss on his lips.

The show wraps up all too soon and you find yourself leaning against a table, Steve next to you. The two of you sip on your drinks while you wait for Eddie to pack away the gear and the people to slowly leave.

"Eds always puts on a great show" You say into your glass, eyes flicking to Steve.

"Yeah" Steve says, turning to face you, "Never thought I'd like it so much but I do"

"Not a big metal head, huh?"

Steve laughs and shakes his head, he lifts his glass and your eyes fall to his fingers. You swallow hard and force yourself to look away, to not watch as he presses his lips against the rim.

You squirm and press your thighs tightly together, feeling the wet slickness soaking your undies. You almost whine when his tongue darts out and licks at his lips.

"There you two are"

Eddie stands between you and Steve, forcing his way into the small space and throws his arms over both your shoulders. You groan and push away from him.

"Fuck off, Ed" You say as you shove at his arm, "You're so fuckin' sweaty"

"Oh" He lets go of you to press his hand against his chest, "You don't like my sweaty musk?"

He stares at you with wide eyes and you screw your face up.

"No"

"I'm hurt"

"Good" You shoot back and he drops his arm, laughing.

Steve's glancing between the two of you like he's trying to work something out.

"You want a drink?" You ask Eddie.

"Please"

He smiles at you and you move to the bar.

There's still a number of people milling about and it takes you a little longer to get the attention of the bartender than usual. You carefully carry Eddie's drink back to the table and see him deep in conversation with Steve.

Eddie glances at you as you approach and beams, thanking you as you place the drink in front of him. You feel a little awkward, like you're intruding and focus on drinking and people watching while they talk.

"Right" Eddie says loudly, startling you, "I'm going to mingle with my adoring fans"

You snort at him and he gives you both a look. Steve rubs the back of his neck, eyes darting around the room.

"So, um- ah, how long have you been in your band?"

"Oh, a couple years now. Met Eds not too long after at a gig"

"That's cool" He says.

"How 'bout you? How'd you and Eddie meet?"

"We, um, met at school - Dustin, Lucas and Mike were all in a club Eddie ran"

"The Hellfire club?" You laugh and Steve nods.

"Yeah, he tell you about it?"

"Mhm, heard all about the campaigns and everything"

Steve looks over to you, laughing and eyes sparkling in the low light and you feel your heart flutter. You bite your lower lip and Steve's eyes drop to your mouth, he swallows hard.

Hope blooms in your chest and you slide a little closer to Steve, you don't miss the way he shifts nervously.

"How, how long you and Eddie been together then?" His voice is rough and he's staring at the people dancing.

"What?"

He glances at you and sighs.

"Aren't you and Eddie, like, dating?"

"God no" You say as you pull a face, "Don't get me wrong, I love him but no"

Steve's eyes go a little wide and his lips part, he breathes a soft 'oh' and you shake your head. You lean in closer and don't miss the way he flushes.

"Tell you the truth?" You murmur, "Eddie isn't my type"

"No?" He breathes, eyes flicking between yours and your lips.

"No. I like soft, pretty boys with warm brown eyes"

Your stomach flutters painfully as you watch the flush spread over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

"You, uh - um" He stutters , "The night we met, at your show. You, you looked like you could beat the shit out of me and um, turns out I'm really into that"

You let out a giddy laugh.

"I think I could take you"

Steve licks his lips, eyes dragging up to yours. His pupils are blown out and he looks so, so hot.

"Yeah?" He breathes and you nod slightly.

"Mmm you want me to manhandle you a bit, huh?"

You love the way his face slackens and lips part, his eyebrows pull together slightly and you want to just press him against the table and lick your way up his neck. Steve flushes deeper.

"Maybe"

You shift, pressing into his space and bury your fingers in his hair. You hesitate, glancing at his lips before looking him in the eyes. Steve doesn't make you wait, hands wrapping around you and pulling you flush against him as he presses his lips against yours.

Steve pulls back slightly, far enough that you both can gasp for air before you lick at his lip. Steve whines softly against your mouth and you feel your insides shake.

The noise of the bar disappears as Steve holds you, his lips against yours.

You're not sure how long the two of you stand there, clinging to each other and making out but you start feeling like your nerves are exposed. Raw need eats at you and you're aching so badly, your cunt hurts.

You think you might go insane if he doesn't touch you soon.

"Steve" Your voice is shaky, "If we don't go somewhere else right now, I'm gonna cry"

"We don't want that"

He teases you as his strong hands grip your hips and gently tug you towards the door as he walks backwards.

You think you hear Eddies voice saying 'fuckin' finally' but you're too focused on Steve to pay much attention to it.

You press Steve against the side of his car, fingers winding around his hair and pressing a fiery, desperate kiss against his lips. You slide one of your legs in between his and grind down on his thigh. He groans softly and grips you so tightly, you think you might just melt into him.

"Fucking hell" Steve groans, throwing his head back and rocking against you.

You pant as you feel his cock hardening and you whine a little, feeling every thick inch of him pressed against you. You shove your hand between you and grip him through his jeans, Steve shudders and thrusts sharply against your palm.

You suck at his neck and curl your fingers, pressing firmly.

"Baby, we should. We should, go" You murmur as you lick his skin.

He fumbles and pulls his keys out of his back pocket and you peel yourself away from him. Steve clumsily unlocks his door and you climb into his car. Your hands don't leave him, you paw at his thighs and rub his chest as he drives.

"You takin' me home?" You purr and Steve clenches his jaw and his knuckles go white as he grips the wheel.

He grunts and pulls off, coming to a stop on the side of a quiet road. He pushes at you as he climbs into the backseat and you almost throw yourself over the seat.

You climb onto his lap and slam your lips onto his, Steve's hands gripping hard on your hips and pulling you down onto him. You bury your fingers in his hair and reach down between you, unzipping his jeans and tugging his cock out.

"Fuck, Steve" You whine as you stroke him, "Need you inside me"

Steve whimpers softly and you pull your undies aside, lowering yourself down on him. You moan loudly as his cock stretches you, the pleasurable burn as you sink down overcoming your senses.

"God you're so fucking wet" Steve moans, head tilting back and thumping against the headrest.

You lift yourself and slam yourself back down, riding him in a steady rhythm. Steve holds you and rocks up to meet you. The only noises filling the car are your combined heavy breathing, moans and the squelching of your cunt.

You chant his name as you work yourself on his cock, moaning and whispering into Steve's mouth.

"You feel so good, so big. Wanna come all over your huge cock, baby"

Steve presses his fingers between you, circling at your clit and you whine.

"You gonna come with me?" You breathe against Steve's lips, sharing air.

"Yeah, yeah" Steve whines, "'m close. You're so tight"

You both move faster, harder. Focusing on reaching your climaxes.

"Oh, god" You moan, "Don't stop, ah fuck, Steve"

"I'm gonna-" Steve grunts and you cry out as your own release slams into you.

Fire burns under your skin and you shake, pure pleasure coursing through your veins. You clench and flutter around Steve, milking his cock and making him groan.

You mouth at Steve's neck and sigh softly as he holds you tight against him.

"God damn" He breathes and you chuckle, pulling back and cupping his cheek. You kiss him softly.

"Better still be taking me home"

Steve laughs and pepper kisses over your face.

"As soon as you hop off me, gorgeous"

You pout and raise yourself, whining as Steve's cock slides out of you along with his fluid. You push your undies back into place to catch it all and climb off Steve, pushing the door open and stumbling out on shaky legs.

Steve follows you and you both fall back into the front of the car, Steve lets a small noise as he pulls back onto the road, speeding his way to his home while you whisper the filthy things you want to do to him.

The both of you practically fall out of the car, tripping over yourselves in your rush to get inside.

Steve presses you against the door as soon as you step inside, kissing you. His hands wander over your body, slipping under your shirt and gripping at your skin.

You hum and tip your head back, leaning heavily against the door. Steve kisses his way down your throat before dropping to his knees, pressing your legs apart.

He runs his palms up your boots, traveling up your thighs and pushing your skirt up until it bunches up around your waist. You peer down at him and moan as he stares up at you from under his lashes, face slack with desire.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your undies and pulls them down, letting them drop down your legs before he presses his mouth against your cunt.

Your eyes flutter closed and you bury your hands in his hair, pressing him firmly against you. Steve moans as he licks his way into your folds, his thumb sliding over until he can press it against your clit.

You shift, raising a leg to hook over his shoulder. You whine as he tilts his head in order to press his tongue into your entrance, pushing it as far as he could.

"Fuck, Steve" You moan, rocking your hips up into his mouth, "You- ahh, you're so good"

Your praise spurs him on, making him press himself harder against you and devour your cunt faster.

"So good to me" You whine, fingers digging into his scalp and tugging on his silky hair, "Gonna make me come again"

You feel his moan vibrate through you and you shake, core tensing and you can feel it building. Moans slip past your lips as Steve almost desperately eats you out, nipping and licking and sucking at your cunt until you can't take it anymore.

"Ohh, Steve"

You shake against him, vision blacking out and stars bursting behind your closed eyelids. Your knee buckles and Steve carefully lowers you down until you're pressed between the door and him. You pant harshly and tug at him, slamming your mouth against his and licking your own juices from his lips and chin.

The kiss turns filthy quickly and you pull away, tearing his shirt off his body before you pull your jacket and shirt off. Steve's hands immediately go to your torso, feeling your skin and palming at your tits.

"You're so fucking pretty" He whines, "Wanna fuck you"

"You can fuck me, baby"

You sigh, trailing your fingers down his torso and hooking your fingers into his jeans, popping the button and slowly dragging the zipper down.

"You gonna fuck me here on the floor?"

He turns you, laying you down on your back as he slides your boots off your legs before pulls your skirt off. He kisses his way up your stomach until he reaches your lips.

"You want me to fuck you on the floor"

You bite your lip and flush.

"Yeah" You whine, "Come on, baby doll. Fuck me like you mean it"

He drops his head and groans, furiously shoving his jeans down his hips. He kicks them off his legs and grabs your hips, pulling you close to him and wastes no time pressing into your soaking cunt.

Your back arches and you moan softly, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist and clinging to him.

Steve fucks you hard and rough, focused entirely on his own pleasure and you feel a thrill go through you at the idea of being used. Steve's groans and grunts fill the space as he thrusts into you. The push pull of Steve's thick cock fills you with ecstasy and you revel in it.

"You're so fucking tight" He groans into your ear, "So perfect for me"

You feel your cunt gush around Steve's cock at his words and you dig your nails into the soft flesh of his back.

"Ah fuck" Steve's soft groans, "God, so perfect. Perfect pussy"

Steve's babbling mindlessly as he rocks into you, spearing his cock deep inside you and making you squirm under him.

You pry your eyes open and gaze at Steve - his eyebrows drawn up in pleasure, lips parted and face flushed. You clench down on him and watch as his face contorts in pleasure.

"Come on, baby" You breathe, "Come on"

Your encouragement is all it takes for Steve's hips to stutter, slowing until he's gently rocking himself through his orgasm.

He collapses on top of you, his face buried in your shoulder and you feel his panting breath against your hot skin. You hold him close and stroke his back and his hair.

"Good, honey?"

"Mmm"

He shifts and leans over you, gazing at you sweetly before leaning down to press his lips against yours. He rocks against you softly and you whine.

"Want you to fuck me until the only thing I remember is your name"

[slasherfckr]

Hii!!!

You know some people have alligator to be they pet right?

So I wonder how the slashers react S/O have an alligator pet?

Bo Sinclair must, and whatever slashers you want to write.

Thank you and hope you have a good day!!

Omg I absolutely love this ❤️ If they weren't wild, dangerous as hell and illegal to own, I'd definitely have a long teefer toofer (what my family calls Gators and Crocodiles. Weird I know 😭)

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Only doing Bo Sinclair and Jason Voorhees for this right now. Maybe I'll come back and do some more slashers cause honestly I need to do Michael Myers' reaction to a damn Gator 🤣

Various Slashers x S/O who brings home a gator

Bo Sinclair

"I'm home!" Bo called out. No one answered. He didn't expect Vincent to say anything but he did at least expect you to come up running to him and tell him about your day, even though nothing in particular ever happens.

He headed to the bedroom you two shared and as he got closer, he could hear you giggling like a little schoolgirl from behind the door.

"Hey, why didn't you-" Bo stopped right in his tracks as he opened the door and found you on the floor in the middle of the room with a juvenile alligator next to you.

You turned your head to him and gave him a big smile. "Bo! Look what I found while I was out with Lester!" You gently grabbed your new friend and held him up towards Bo.

"I named him Tim. He really enjoys belly scratches! Can we keep him? Please?" You looked up at him, trying to give him the most pathetic puppy eyes you could. Bo only sighed and pinches the bridge of his nose in response.

"Now, ya know I love ya. But this is possibly the most stupidest thing I've ever seen you do. You do realize this thing could absolutely kill you when it gets bigger right?"

As he said this, you realized he was right. Disappointed, you stood up with Tim and went to go out to put him back where you found him but not before Bo put a hand on your shoulder.

"Hold on I wasn't finished. I don't mind if ya kept....Tim. He seems like a very fine gator. But we both know Vincent would most likely turn him into a pair of shoes or something, yeah? How about we find a spot somewhere in Ambrose where Vincent won't find him?"

Your eyes lit up and your smile returned to your face. If you didn't have Tim in your arms, you would give Bo the biggest hug you could give. So instead you settled for something else

"Thank you Bo!" You planted a kiss on his cheek as you thanked him.

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Jason Voorhees

You peeked into the window of the cabin you shared with Jason. You didn't see him anywhere. Taking this as a good sign, you carefully opened the door and lugged in the box you were carrying.

Not taking any chance that Jason could be upstairs, you made your way to the small basement and went down. You found a small little area and put the box down. Opening it, you found your new little friend asleep.

Smiling, you gently rubbed the top of his head with the side of your finger as to not wake him. Or her. You couldn't tell the sex of your new alligator. They weren't very big but definitely weren't a baby. Maybe 4 feet long? You'd have to measure and weight the poor thing later.

You were on your way home from town when you spotted the gator on the side of the road. As far as you knew, Alligators weren't found in New Jersey. Poor fella must have been abandoned by someone who thought they could handle an exotic pet like this you figured. You just hope Jason wouldn't mind this new addition to the household.

You got your friend set up with a little warming area and took some raw meat from the fridge down for them. It took a while but you managed to find a small tub like container in the basement for them and filled it with luke warm water. After setting your new friend up, you needed to find Jason.

You first searched the cabin and turned up with nothing. You figured this would be the outcome as he typically wandered the campgrounds during the day, looking for trespassers. The sun was setting so you knew he'd be back shortly. You decided to go back to your gator friend and keep them company until then.

. . .

You didn't realize how long you were down in the basement for but it was long enough for you to accidentally doze off on the spare couch downstairs and to have Jason come home. You were woken up when Jason had come down looking for you. He's seen a lot of things but he never expected to find a 4 foot gator creeping up on his sleeping S/O in the basement of the cabin.

He immediately went over and picked you up bridal style, doing his best to avoid the animal in the basement completely.

"Jason? What are you doing? Put me back down there!" He ignored your request and set you on the couch upstairs. Your eyes widened when you saw him grab his machete and head towards the basement door.

"Woah, woah, woah! Hold on!" Jason stopped and turned to you. You got up and ran to him. You held your hand out for the machete.

"Hand it over. I can't let you hurt Chompers." Jason hesitated but he eventually gave up his weapon, tilting his head in confusion in the process.

"Chompers...You named it?" He signed. You nodded as you took his hand and led him down to the basement. Chompers was back in their little corner, chomping away at some leftover meat you had put down there earlier. You let go of Jason's hand so you could go and sit with your scaly friend.

"See? Friend. I found them on the side of the road coming home from town. I couldn't just leave them alone, Jason. Can we keep them? Just until we can find a sanctuary or something that'll take 'em? They aren't native here. They won't survive in the wild on their own."

You could see Jason mentally debating this. It seemed like forever before he gave a big huff and nodded. You jumped to your feet and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you! I'm sure you two will become good friends too!" You smiled up at him. He hugged back and patted your head before going back upstairs.

[whattraintracks]

2. Revenge - TMNT 2012

Raphael gets revenge for a fallen brother.

Raph stands over Leo's fallen form, heartbreak and fear in his eyes, and Leo almost gives up right then. But Raph steels himself just as fast. He turns to their enemy, fists clenched, the picture of righteous fury. He has always been their protector.

And with every ounce of force in his body, he boldly declares, "Don't worry, Leo! I'll revenge you!"

Leo really tries not to giggle with Mikey at that for the sake of the game and the fierce little five-year-old holding fast above him.

Predictably, Donnie's head pops up from behind the couch cushion barricade. "Actually, Fai, it's avenge—or, wait. Maybe both are right? You'd usually say—"

His impromptu grammar lesson cuts to a screech when he gets a face full of little turtle. The two of them tumble into a tight ball, Raph struggling with all his might and Donnie striking that careful balance between fight and play they've all had to learn the last few days to protect a brother much smaller than usual.

Leo rolls onto his plastron, pillow-induced death forgotten, to keep an eye on them. Raph's always been pretty rough and tumble, and even at 5, they could take some good hits in a spar. But it's still a little scary to wrestle with him when he's this small, to check their strength, to remember that your partner doesn't remember all the steps to your lethal dance.

Game forgotten, Mikey romps off to help Sensei carry in the tea and snacks Raph had adorably insisted on before his afternoon nap today.

"Man, Sensei, were we really this much work as kids?"

Leo rolls his eyes fondly at Mikey's moaning. All he'd done was crouch behind couch cushions. Meanwhile, Leo and Raph had fought for their lives to overtake Donnie's masterfully built pillow fort. Leo fought with honor and fell valiantly, thank you very much.

Splinter hums thoughtfully, "Yes. And no."

Mikey groans again, more playfully this time.

Leo can picture the twinkle in their father's eyes. Raph is laughing so hard he can't possibly be breathing, so Donnie's hands cease their tickle assault to hover anxiously over him.

"The four of you were certainly a lot to handle," he hears Sensei continue, "But you could usually be counted upon to care for and entertain each other."

Leo looks over just in time to catch Mikey's broad grin.

Splinter beckons Leo, and Donnie's not far behind, lugging an enshelled Raph.

"He's alright," Donnie preempts, "Just hiding from the nefarious tickle monster." Echoey giggles emerge from the little shell in agreement.

Leo basks in the comfort of taking tea with his family, of Donnie and Mikey doting on their little big brother, of Sensei watching over them with fondness and pride. They all try not to laugh at Splinter's disgruntled expression when Raph dunks his animal crackers into his teacup, suppressed snickers turning to full-bodied laughter at Raph's sly grin.

Then Mikey announces nap time, and Leo can't help the feeling that something important is slipping away from him. Raph lifts his arms sweetly, all sleepy and sated, to be bundled and whisked away. He calls I love yous and good nights over Mikey's shoulder.

Leo's heart hasn't stopped clenching since Donnie's panicked shout drew them all to the lab and revealed his much-shrunk brother, but it twists painfully again when he returns that call.

A furred claw settles on his shoulder. "Something troubles you, my son?"

"He's just," and Leo's not even sure he can put it into words, "so much more, Sensei."

And he doesn't mean it like Mikey did. Sure, the little guy needs a lot of care and attention, but Leo could never be frustrated about that. All he ever wants is to care for and attend to his brothers, and that Raph isn't pushing him away out of some sense of teenage pride fills him with warmth and sweetness.

What he really means to ask is, where did it all go?

Where did this happy little turtle go? The one who had bouts of hot anger but could be soothed with hugs and kisses. Who cried fat tears when he thought he'd hurt his brothers even accidentally. Who shrieked with joy at the sight of a beloved toy, or movie, or treat. Who said I love you as easy as breathing. Who felt so much so loudly and so brightly.

Sensei nods sagely. "Raphael has always been a sensitive child with large emotions. He has better control of them at your age." But Donnie's looking right at Leo, something fragile in his eyes. Guilt, probably, and understanding.

And Leo wonders sometimes after things go back to normal. When Raph is big again and still himself, always himself, but closed off in his anger, quieter in his fear and sadness and guilt, secret in his joy and love like they're a weakness and not the strongest parts of him. He wonders if maybe there's a part of Raph who still just wants to be hugged and held and loved when his emotions get too big for his body.

[hirsheyskisses]

My Fiery Roommate

Prologue.

EUSTASS KID x READER

A/N: I cut this off a bit short because it'll make starting the next chapter a bit easier.. but prologues are allowed to be weirdly cut so 😭

"301, 301.. ah, here."

You set your suit cases down and fumbled with your keys to find the key, unlocking the door and moving into the building.

Your gaze was met with empty, beyond a couch, TV, and a small kitchen with a microwave, sink, oven, and fridge. It was a decently high end apartment. According to the floor plan, the bathroom would be down the hall to the left, the larger room across from it, and the smallest bedroom at the end. You had chosen that one because of the better view- according to the lady who toured you, your roommate had chosen the bigger one, anyways. That was fine.

Lugging your bags to the small room, it was also, for the most part, empty. There was a box that held a desk your brother had bought you, and a bed in the corner. Pushing your cases by the bed, you flopped down, sighing. "So damn hot in the South.." you groaned, running a hand through your hair.

Having come from the North, you had decided that as you turned 21, you'd start a new life. There was so much.. you needed to leave behind. So you did. You'd saved up, you'd worked your ass off, and came to the South, a grand place where many successful people began. They had the best education, best work opportunities .. even if rumors had it that the people were a bit brash. Honestly though, the few people you'd had brief interactions with were absolute sweethearts, so you'd decided that rumor was a bunch of crap.

You laid there for a bit before beginning to unpack the first suitcase: clothes. You'd brought pants, shirts, and jackets (which you were beginning to think you didn't need) and the under-clothing essentials. Each piece got placed on a hook and hung on the clothing rack, save for again, the under garments, which got re-folded and placed back into the suitcase for privacy.

"Who the hell left the damn door unlocked?! Fuckin asking to get broken into."

The sound of loud footsteps broke you out of your unpacking trance, and you froze. That was a man's voice. Slowly you reached for the closest solid thing you could find, which happened to be a boot, and slowly walked over to your door.

"Consider it maybe that the other resident is here, Kid?" An exasperated, also masculine voice spoke up, and you slowly creaked open your door.

"It's a God damn safety hazard, I swear when I get my hands on him-"

You held the boot behind you as you stepped out of your room, leaving the door open in case you had to run back in. "Excuse me?" Your voice cracked, just a bit, upon realizing just how huge both men were. Both easily cleared 6' and were built like absolute tanks, and now had their full attention on you.

It seems you all were in shock, until the blonde spoke up, voice a mixture of light and gruff, "sorry. Who are you?" Bangs covered his eyes and he wore a black mask that covered the rest of his face, a polka-dot shirt and jeans being what he wore. "Im.. one of the residents. I have the papers to prove it. ...you are?"

"Fuck you mean, one of the residents?! Thought my roommate was supposed to have balls," the red haired man's voice was almost condescending. His hair held up by a red bandanna, he wore a black tank that hugged his large torso, jeans, with heavy duty looking boots. "Well I'm sorry, Jaggy, that I don't meet your expectations!" "The FUCK you call me?!"

That was a mistake. The man moved closer, clenching his fists, until he was almost right in front of you. In a moment of panic, you threw the boot you'd been holding right at his face, turned, and darted right back into your room, slamming rhe door shut and locking it.

"..YOU LITTLE SHIT!" that moment of silence was gone, with the man storming down the hall and banging his fist on your door. "Kid that's enough- you had that coming-"

You backed yourself against the bed, hand over your heart, holy shit, I just did that. HES GONNA KILL ME-

The pounding continued for a minute before you heard him storming off, slamming the door to what you assumed to be his room. A soft tap on your door caught your attention and, warily, you opened it just a crack. You were met by the blonde, who offered you your boot. Accepting it, you questiond,

"...is he gonna kill me-" your voice was barely a whisper, and the man hesitated before shaking his head. "He doesn't actually hit women unless they genuinely deserve it. Sorry about him. I'm Killer."

"...well that's not menacing at all. (Name.) I'm (Name)." You opened it a bit more to shake his hand, noting just how firm his grip was. Killer huffed, shaking his head as he pulled his hand away, "He's Eustass Kid, your actual roommate."

You hesitated for a moment before questioning, "I've heard students talking about you guys the other day on Campus."

"...we've got a bit of a reputation."

"... should I be worried?"

"No."

"KILLER GET YOUR ASS IN HERE! I can hear ya talking to that damn pipsqueak!" Killer tensed as Kid's voice, shrugging at you, "see ya around." Before retreating to Kids room to assist the man in unpacking.

You shut the door again, feeling relief that atleast Killer seemed decent. A deep breath, it's gonna be a long year...

You'd finished packing a few hours prior, and had been laying on your bed listening to music, watching as the sky grew darker and darker until you decided it was time to call it a night. Moving to the bathroom, you began to run hot water in the sink as you prepared your tooth brush, when the door opening had you shrinking.

"..move over." Was all the man said, holding what you recognized as the bathroom essentials- toothbrush, brush, ..was that lipstick? Actually getting a good look at him, you realized he wore red lipstick with dark eyeliner.

"Jeez. For all you know I coulda been taking a piss." You grumbled, moving over none the less, moving to brush your teeth. "You'd better fuckin lock the door when you do, then. Clearly you need a lesson in that." Kid growled, setting his stuff down and also readying his own toothbrush for use..

"Yeah yeah.. I left the front door unlocked so the next person wouldn't struggle so much getting their bags in." Your responded, voice a bit muffled by the teeth brusher, and he scoffed. "Bullshit. You forgot, Pipsqueak."

"Whatever makes you feel better, Jaggy." For a moment you both went about your business, you finishing up the teeth brushing and beginning to wash your face with the hot water.

"Hey. Your name." "What?" You glanced at Kid, who was currently glaring at you, "you heard me. Give me your name." He growled, and you, with a dripping wet face, responded, "(Name). It's (Name)."

"Eustass Kid." "I know, Killer told me." He scoffed, spitting into the sink as you dried your face, him moving to wash his makeup off. "Behind you," you stated, slipping behind him to reach the door, and Kid inched forward a bit, seeing as it was a cramped bathroom. He was clearly tired, so you were gonna assume that's why he was being nice.

"..in the living room, 8. Any class?" "No?" You replied, confuses, "good. Because if your ass ain't in the living room by then, I'm dragging your ass out of bed."

You tensed, arms crossing. "Mind fuckin' explainin'? Cuz I don't enjoy the idea of hanging out with you." Kid grabbed a towel and began to dry his now make-up less face, pulling down his headband so it rest around his neck. His hair looked better when it was down, you decided. "So we can go over the damn roommate rules. Killer told me it was a fuckin thing or something. It makes sense." That caught you by surprise, nodding your head in agreement. "Rule 1, dont drag me out of bed or ill twist your balls."

Kid froze, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head, and then, "..think I'd rather ya kick em."

"You don't get that blessing, I'm not an angel in the morning. Now if you'll excuse me, Jaggy, I need to get my beauty sleep."

As you turned you glanced back at him, "gnight." He was still scowling, teeth clenched, "tch." Kid clicked his tongue and moved to exit the bathroom, and you both made your way to your rooms for sleep.

[the-lark-ascending69]

Now, Robin wasn't what you'd call a FULL vampire. In order to become a full vampire, you had to die. Full vampires lose all of their original blood when turned. Full vampires didn't eat food because their digestive systems did not work. The esophagus would not push the food into the stomach and it would just get stuck in their throat. Not that they would choke, because vampires didn't breathe either. Their respiratory systems also did not work. They could move their diaphragm if they wanted to to simulate breathing, but the oxygen being sucked into their lugs would go nowhere and their breaths would come out just as cold as when the air went in. Their blood would not bring oxygen to their brain. Their blood was black instead of red. Most times. It was red after feeding, but Robin wouldn't know that because she never got to fight her attacker. He just fed and left her half-empty. Literally. She lost almost half of her blood volume, and her heart became unable to keep pumping for a time. Some of her organs shut down. She was lucky they found her before it was too late.

You know, it's funny how movies show vampire bites as these two tiny dots on your neck. Robin swore she looked like somone had sliced half of her neck with a chainsaw, like a bear had mauled her. Doctors were surprised it healed so quickly and left so little scarring. They were also surprised she woke up so quickly after a few weeks under a coma. They honestly didn't think she'd make it at all.

But she did, and she went back home quicker than expected and feeling stronger than expected. She never told the doctors, the police or her parents what had really happened. She said a tall, blonde young man had attacked her, which was true, but pretended not to remember what he'd done, exactly. Doctors said her injuries resemble those of violent dog attacks, so the police went with that - maybe the man had a dog that got out of control. It was an accident. End of discussion.

Her body needed food but she'd lost all apetite. Eating even her favorite meals felt like forcing wet cardboard down her throat. And she felt thirsty no matter how much water she drank. She experienced tachicardia often, her blood pressure dropped twice a week and passing out for a few seconds became a regular ocurrence. Her hands, which used to be warm, were now always cold. Chest pains and headaches were constant. She felt weak and tired all the time. And the hunger - it was like nothing she'd ever suffered before. It wasn't like normal hunger, it wasn't limited to her stomach - it was that and more, spreading through her entire body, making her salivate at the sight of raw meat, but it could never quite be sated by regular food, for which she'd lost all interest.

Red meat helped a little. Undercooked was best. But one time, she was left to cook something for her parents, and she was home alone and she couldn't control herself. She sobbed with horror, unable to stop, when she realized she had her teeth latched onto a piece of raw meat. She tore at it and devoured something so big it should fill her completely, but by the time she was finished, sitting on the floor and hugging her knees, she only felt half-full. She cried herself to sleep that night, after pretending everything was fine during dinner.

That's how it started. Half of what she made at her job went to buying red meat for herself, because it quelled the hunger at least a little bit, but it quickly lost its effect, and she had to escalate. She felt disgusting the first time she ate from roadkill, but it was also the first time she felt somewhat good after the attack. When she couldn't find roadkill, she saved to buy game. She kept dead rabbits hidden under her bed. She knew what was happening to her but it was too horrible to admit it. She couldn't think about it. She couldn't face it.

Until one day her mom got cut while cooking and the sight of blood made her entire body shake with hunger, and she had to hide in her room because she didn't think she could control herself if she didn't.

She never wanted this. She doesn't want to feel more like a monster.

Especially once she meets Nancy and the simple sight of her had the same effect on Robin as if she were drenched in blood.

[webslingingslasher]

Feelin sad rn could use some Peter cuddles. Not frat Peter. Not nerdy Peter. Just plain old Peter Parker.

sometimes you just need a hug ❤️

a deep ache settled in your chest, you couldn't place what it was. just an overall feeling of discomfort. it lugged at you all day, and you kept a brave face.

you didn't want to be the reason for someones bad mood, you didn't want to share your angst. you even felt so miserable you pretended to be asleep when peter got home.

laying in bed, it started to fester, you could feel the need to scream, or cry, or fight. that might be why you wanted to stay away from your boyfriend, you were scared you'd take it out on him.

misery loves company.

it felt like you were itching, only one thing could cure you right now. making a quiet escape from the bedroom, you sneak up on peter. he's at his most domestic, singing under his breath to a song softly playing, chopping vegetables with a pan heating on the stove.

he's taking care of you.

he tenses in your hold, just for a second. your arms wrapping tight around his front catching him off guard, you lent into his back and deflated with a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"good afternoon, sleeping beauty," you kiss the center of his back and press into him further, your words muffled. "i wasn't sleeping." peter gasps, "faker."

humming, you get even closer him. you tug, it makes him stumble back into you. "you alright back there?" because, while you're usually demanding with his touch, you're not often desperate.

"i don't wanna fight with you."

"well," peter chops up a carrot, "i don't want you to fight with me either."

"so i'm not going to."

an onion this time, "i'm loving our communication skills."

"but i feel like it, cause i need a hug."

your boyfriend slowly pulls your arms away from him, just far enough to turn around. peter cups your face and leans in, expecting a kiss you lift your head a little, but he barely skims your forehead instead.

a grumpy pout made him laugh, "give me a second, i'm trying not to burn the place down."

it's a lonely twenty seconds, then overwhelming warmth when you're tucked into a sturdy chest. a magnitude of negativity disappeared, everything you felt build throughout the day melted.

utter peace and comfort, no time or pain existed outside these arms. when you're in peter's hold, nothing can hurt you. not even your own mind.

"my girl doing okay?"

"i still wanna fight you."

you wheeze when peter squeezes you in, it's gladly welcomed.

"if i never let you go you can't fight me."

good, you weren't planning on leaving any time soon.



[daimyosprincess]

miss ma'am @rexxdjarin inflicted beach!AU Boba thots on me and now it's EVERYBODY'S problem 😈

Explicit content, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Quick notes: f!reader is younger than Boba and Boba has the tattoos in the pic above because tatted!Boba makes me i n s a n e 😩🥵

You're walking down the beach with your favorite cousin, lugging a cooler in between the two of you with a sneaky grin plastered across your face

When Boba catches your eye and starts toward you, you wink at him and whisper something to your cousin which makes the two of you erupt into giggles

With a dark brow cocked, he flicks his eyes between you. "I'd offer to help you girls with that but I think it's the only thing keeping the two of you from whatever scheme you're planning."

Your cousin informs him it's too late to escape your clutches and you complain that your arms are just so so tired, and he scoops the cooler onto his shoulder like it weighs nothing, rolling his eyes like he wasn't planning to carry it all along

You just know he's flexing the thick muscles in his arms just a little bit extra for your benefit and you make a show of praising what a big, strong man he his all the way to where the rest of your family is camped out on the beach

When everything is settled in, you make sure Boba is watching as you untie the knot holding up your swim wrap, letting it fall into the sand at your feet. As many times as he's seen you naked, Boba has never seen you in a swim suit, and this one is your favorite because it hugs you in all the right places, making you feel nothing short of a beach goddess

Based on the way his eyes nearly pop out of his head, you'd say he thinks you look the part too

"Kark, mesh'la, you're making me feel like a goddamn teenager all over again in that," he whispers gruffly in your ear when he wraps an arm around your hip for a group photo

"Aw, you gonna come in your pants, too?" you snark back after the photo, wriggling out of his grasp before he can do anything about your sass and running towards the ocean waves with peel of laughter

When you peek over your shoulder, Boba is giving you a look that means you'll definitely be paying for that comment later and flash of heat shoots down your spine

Boba is soon covered in a small gaggle of your younger cousins who adore him--much to his confusion--who want big, strong uncle Boba to pick them up and toss them into the water over and over again

You float in the shallows with your cousin and her girlfriend, talking and laughing as you catch up on each other's lives, watching Boba get climbed on like a piece of playground equipment by the little ones

The way his bronze skin positively gleams in the sun, his tattoos rippling with his muscles, (and if you're honest, the way he's good with the kids, even if he's a lil gruff around the edges) has your mind wandering and heat pooling in your belly

When your little group heads back to shore for some drinks and snacks, you take mercy on Boba and extricate him from the numerous little hands clinging to his arms and legs

You mercy, however, is short-lived. After arching your back and toweling off nice and slow in front of him, you slink over to your bag and pull out your sunscreen

Batting your lashes at your handsome boyfriend, you start rubbing in your sunscreen a little more suggestively than necessary before asking him to get your back for you with a flirty smile

He obliges, and when he's done, he grabs the back of your neck in a firm grasp and whispers in your ear with that sinful, graveled tone of his. "Have all the fun you want now, little princess, because I second I get my hands on you I'm not stopping no matter how much you beg and cry."

Craning your neck back to look at him over your shoulder, you give him a wicked grin. "Mmm, I just hope that's a promise." You place a quick kiss on his jaw flounce away, smug as ever

This time, he joins you in the waves, the kids having pounced on another uncle. You relax for bit, enjoying his company and the salty air

Eventually, however, the heat simmering inside you begins to bubble up again at the sight of his perfect smile, sun-kissed features, and dripping wet body. All those beads of saltwater running over his broad chest make you want to lick each and every one up with a slow tongue

You link your arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He's so warm perfect you could melt right into him

The opportunity to grind your hips against his proves too tempting but he locks his large hands on your hips to press you still before you can get too out of hand. "Just can't help yourself can you, sweetheart?"

"At least I'm not the one getting a hard on in front of my whole family," you retort with a smirk. Boba pinches your ass under the water and you squeal, slipping out of his arms and wade your way back to the sand as Boba chases behind you

You're pushing your luck and you know it

You duck behind where a group of your aunties are drinking and chatting so he's waylaid by them wanting to talk while he's conveniently dripping wet and glistening

As nonchalantly as possible, you open one of the coolers and unwrap a popsicle and pop it in your mouth

Being behind the women he's talking to, only Boba can see the way you start to slide the icy dessert in and out of your lips, letting the juice drip down your chin and neck. Only he can see how you hollow your cheeks and roll your eyes back as you suck on the popsicle with wanton delight

When you pop the treat from your lips and circle your tongue around it's tip, you see the way he snaps: his brown eyes darken and his jaw clenches, the muscle in his neck jumping

He smiles down at your enamored aunts and excuses himself. "I'm sorry ladies, my lovely girlfriend just let me know we need more ice."

He flashes a predator's grin and catches you by your bicep when you slip in the sand trying to get away again. "Oh no you don't, little brat," he hisses in your ear, "I told you what was going to happen if you kept acting up and you didn't listen. It's time to pay up, sweetheart."

You half-heartedly struggle in his tight grip as he pulls you along to his truck, your insides knotting in arousal-fueled anticipation. He yanks open the passenger side door and pushes you in the seat

Shoving a hand underneath your swimsuit, you both groan when his rough fingers slide through your slick folds. "Fuck, princess, you really are dirty. Getting this wet from being a karking brat, you really want me to bend you over and fuck you til you're sorry, don't you?"

Y'all I am truly incapable of shutting up so tell me if you want a part 2 because I had to cut myself off somewhere or I would never stop 🥴🫠😮‍💨 also this might have been inspired by professor Boba from Ex Libris because when @acatalystrising said we need some Boba near water it never left my mind

UPDATE: Read Part 2 here!

Taglist & additional Boba lovers 💖

@agirlnamejacq @burningfieldof-clover @marierg @acatalystrising @dukeoftheblackstar @imarvelatthestars @saradika @baufraus @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @historianwithaheart @andrakass2 @samspenandsword @liadamerondjarin @sleepingsun501 @sgt-morgan @rescuethewretched @rexxdjarin @ladytano420 @writingwintermoon @pheo-nixpas-calian @erinthevampire @xxladysquishyxx @rain-on-kamino

@thirsty-boba-fett-posts @ghostvizsla @vorpan-yaimi @pickleprickle @wings-and-beskar @extra-standard-deviation @kimiheartblade

[hellfirexhoe]

Death of Me: Chapter 14 - Prime Real Estate

Chapter 14 | Series Masterlist

3,663 words

Author's note: I bet you'd thought you'd seen the last of me! In all seriousness thank you for being so patient with me while I was too tired and burnt out from work to want to write, and then I got Covid which pushed this chapter back further! I hope you enjoy this hot mess, and as always comments are adored by this author.

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, tooth rotting fluff, smut.

The van comes to a slow stop and Eddie turns to you, a cheshire cat grin on his face as he produces a small box from his pocket, after a brief struggle with his tight jeans,

“Here goes…” He takes a deep breath, as if to hype himself up. You know where this is going.

“Will you… Move into our home with me today?” Eddie opens the box with a flourish so over the top that it makes your eyes roll as you see the silver key resting on the velvet inside.

“You mean, the house we’re parked up outside? That I’ve visited with you multiple times? The house that we’ve bought?” You raise an eyebrow, gesturing at the garage doors he has parked in front and he snorts, an impish smile spreading across his face.

“Yeah that would be the one, happy birthday!” 

“Yep, best birthday ever, lugging boxes into an empty house.  Where’s Steve? He was supposed to meet us here after collecting the crib from the furniture store.” You look around out the windows, concerned by the fact you and Eddie are the first ones here and Eddie shrugs,

“Sure he’ll be here soon, probably got distracted by a pretty sales clerk and is spinning them a yarn about how he’s a single dad. And hey! You won’t be lugging boxes, you know you’re on pillows and other light weight things, I’m your lugger.” Eddie hops out and comes around your side to open your door and help you down, the smile never leaving his face as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a close hug as you both look up at the house before you. You walk together with your hands interlocked to the rear van doors, sighing a little when you see just how packed the van is with boxes. True to his word, Eddie passes you a box so light you’re certain it’s empty while his knuckles turn white under the weight of his own box.

“Okay you’re gonna have to unlock the door,” Eddie outstretches his pinky to you, the keyring dangling off of it.

“What? No carrying me over the threshold?” You wink and Eddie manages a brief bark of a laugh, watching you balance your box on the trashcan next to the door,

“Yeah sure, let me just lift you up real quick, not like you’re heavily pregnant or anything.” You unlock the door and push it open with your foot, turning to collect your box and catching the tight lipped smile on Eddie’s face that can only mean he’s up to something,

“What? What have you done?” He shakes his head at your interrogation and readjusts his box on his knee, “Just… go in.” 

You turn back to the hallway before you and frown slightly at a rug you know wasn’t there at the final viewing. You turn back to Eddie, who now looks like he’s going to explode if you don’t find what he’s hiding in the house.

You step through, heading to the living room at the end of the hall, where you find Steve and Robin trying to level a shelf in the fully furnished room. You put the box down and turn back to Eddie, confused, and not just by the fact Steve is allowing Robin to handle a drill. 

“I might have paid these guys to help me move most of our stuff over the last couple of days. Wanted this place to be perfect for you from day one.” Eddie shrugs, a little shy now. 

You glance around the room, a smile creeping onto your features as you see how much work has gone into the last few days. You’d be lying if you said Eddie’s sudden distance and inability to answer the phone hadn’t made you worried that he was getting second thoughts about everything.

“Plus, it's your birthday. I didn’t want you to spend such an important day having to direct all of us fools around.” Your chest squeezes at the thoughtfulness of this gesture. 

“I really, really appreciate this.” You pull him in for a close hug, “Thank you.” This is directed at the rest of the room, though slightly muffled by Eddie’s shoulder in front of your mouth.

“It's no problem, he was paying!” Robin chirps as she turns to look at you, mid drill.

“Hey! You have to look where you’re drilling!” Steve clicks his fingers as his other hand holds the shelf in place. “It’s fine, if I didn’t get that sofa bed out of my basement I was going to have to burn it anyway.” Steve points at the familiar furniture with a look of disgust.

“Oh and, your box literally has a single cushion in it.” Eddie grins, “Mine was the last box that needed to come in.”

“Hang on… Does that mean you had us up at 7am loading the van full of empty boxes?” You frown slightly as the realisation dawns on you, not annoyed, just confused. Eddie nods affirmatively, clearly satisfied with himself and the commitment he had to the bit.

“Let me know if you’re not happy with anything and we can move it around. Wanna see?” You nod eagerly, suspecting that Eddie might actually know you better than he lets on, and having faith that you might be happy with how he's arranged everything.

The house isn’t over the top, you both knew it would draw attention if Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson suddenly purchased a 6 bedroom Harrington level monstrosity out of literally nowhere. So you had chosen a small 2 bedroom home, “perfect for couples just getting started” the realtor had joked, gesturing at your bump. You had both laughed politely along with her but shared an eye roll when her back turned for a second. You had been to multiple houses and she'd made the same comment in every one. It was painful really, but she was holding onto that joke like a life preserver. Every viewing you had been to before this one had felt like you were walking around someone else's home, as though you were unwelcome. But this one had been different, you had glanced at each other as you stepped into the hallway, both hit with a sense of "this is meant to be our home".

There were adjustments you both wanted to make to the house over time, some of it small changes like repainting a lime green bathroom were easily done, and to his credit Eddie had even sorted out some of the larger changes. Eddie had been looking into getting soundproofing for the garage so he could provide the space for band practice without disturbing you or the baby, which was already booked for the following week. 

You follow Eddie into the kitchen/dining room, noting Eddie’s D&D boxes stacked against one side of the wall and a flatpack cabinet still waiting to be built to store everything.

“You sure you guys will have enough space here for you to run campaigns? Nancy said she’s more than happy for you to borrow their basement.”

“Maybe for the Halloween campaign we’ll cram into the Wheeler’s basement, but I’m happy with this space. If you're happy that is.” Eddie wraps an arm around your shoulder, squeezing you close and planting a kiss on the top of your head. “Okay, I do actually have a couple of presents for you, one needs to wait until Stobin downstairs are gone -”

“Eddie, your dick is not a birthday present.” 

“Well now I’m offended.” You giggle in unison as Eddie leads you up the stairs, taking you first to the nursery, you smile at the initial ‘O’ on the door and look around the room contentedly, unconsciously rubbing your bump as you wander in, taking a seat in the rocker in the corner and sinking back into the cushioned padding,

“Comfy right? Had to try that bad boy out to make sure it was safe.” 

“I might never leave this chair honestly.” 

“Okay but then you’re missing out on one of your presents.” Eddie shrugs sadly and backs out of the room dejectedly, playing up to entertain you. You manage to haul yourself out of the chair, pausing on your way out of the room to turn the mobile that hangs over the crib, smiling at the soft tune it emits.

“This is so perfect.” 

“Really? You’re happy with where everything is and the colour?” You glance around, smiling at the soft tan colours on the walls that make the room feel so cosy,

“It’s perfect, he’s going to love it.” Eddie’s face lights up with a smile as he follows your gaze.

“Kinda wild we’re having a kid right?”

“Oh its absolutely fucking crazy of us. Whatever will people say?" Your last sentence takes on a mocking tone, making Eddie smirk. 

“Okay, present time," Eddie beckons you into the master bedroom, you stop and stare for a second then glance back at him, a little stunned,

“I know you said you didn’t want this one, but I thought you were just saying that because of the cost.”

“That’s exactly why I said no!” You look between the solid wood framed bed that could probably fit four people on it and Eddie who has a satisfied grin on his face, “Eddie this was so expensive.”

“Ah, but as new parents you can’t put a price on a good night’s sleep. Besides, now that I have the money to do so, is it so bad that I want to spoil you a little?” You take a seat on the edge of the bed, so conscious of its cost that you are concerned about breaking it. Eddie leans on the doorframe,

“Just lay back, you are not going to break this bed. You think I’m going to spend that kind of money on a bed we’re gonna turn to kindling after you’re cleared for active duty after the little guy arrives?”

“Active duty?” You frown, unsure of his meaning, then it dawns on you, “And they say romance is dead, are you seriously calling our sex life ‘active duty’?” You lay back tentatively, then relax as you feel the softness of the mattress, 

“Okay this might be money well spent.” You wriggle to get under the sheets and sigh happily.

A few more hours of Robin and Steve building the dining room cabinet with Eddie pass, you offer to help but Eddie waves you off, insisting that you can go relax. So you head back upstairs and take a nap in the softest sheets you’ve ever felt.

You’re woken by Eddie knocking on the door and peering around,

“Hey birthday girl, we’re getting takeout. Your pick, I’m paying.” You stretch out and rub your eyes, 

“Pizza?”

“As you wish, your usual?” You nod, and sit up, pulling the sheets up to your chest,

“Thank you.” 

“Bed that comfy huh?” Eddie comes over to kiss your forehead and you shake your head,

“No for being so thoughtful. You’re wonderful.” 

“Aw, shucks, you’re gonna make me blush. You are absolutely worth it.” Eddie’s hand strokes your face, and he leans in, a fond smile on his face as he brushes his lips against yours, your hands quickly finding their way to his face, holding him closer, 

“Simmer down. We have company.” Eddie comes away from the kiss first, breathless and trying to keep his cool. “Or I can kick them out right now?” You laugh and shake your head,

“We can’t be that rude, not if you’ve promised them dinner.” Eddie groans and kisses your forehead again, then kisses your bump.

“Coming downstairs?” You nod, stroking his hair before he stands up, holding out a hand to you to help you up.

“Thanks again guys, we really appreciate it.” Eddie stands at the front door, to the house, your house, waving his friends off with his arm wrapped around your waist the best he can. As the beamer’s lights fade away into the night Eddie turns to you, pulling you back into the house and closing the door,

“Okay, can you give me like 20 minutes before jumping my bones?” You twist your mouth to the side, pretending that this is a difficult concept to grasp.

“I suppose I can manage.” You swat his shoulder and he grins as he practically flies up the stairs. You can hear the occasional stomp around the room and the sound of tape pulled off of boxes. You decide to busy yourself by taking out the empty pizza boxes out to the trash cans and cleaning up after dinner until Eddie calls you up the stairs,

“Close your eyes though!”

“Eddie… I don’t know how to say this but I’m not about to walk up the stairs with my eyes shut.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.” 

You take the stairs one at a time and as you ascend lit tea lights come into view, lining the hallway and leading into your bedroom. You follow the path, heart pounding, you hear Eddie take a breath as you step into the room. You don’t see him at first, you're busy looking at the rose petals on the bed that smell out two words, or rather a question. You turn to him, tears rimming your eyes as you see him on his knee, similar tears in his own eyes,

“Shit. I really should have planned out what I wanted to say before I did this.”

You choke out a laugh-sob, “Can’t believe you just said shit as part of your proposal.” 

“Oh is that what you think is happening?” Eddie jokes, the wobble in his voice making it obvious how nervous he is, he takes a breath, hoping to steady his shot nerves, “What I meant to say is, oh fuck, I love you with all of my heart, I never thought I could fall so hard for someone, or that someone could love me as fiercely as you love me. You’ve saved me, made me feel whole when I felt broken. Reassured me that I am worthy of your love. You are beyond anything I could have ever imagined in my wildest dreams and I am so grateful that I’ve been able to be loved by you. So now, I want to ask you to spend the rest of your life with me.”

Tears are rolling freely down your cheeks as you listen to him, and you only manage to sob out a strangled noise and nod when Eddie opens the small velvet box in his hands. 

“Yes?” Eddie is sure you meant yes, but he can’t imagine a worse situation than you having actually said no, and crying because you’re actually horrified and then he, misreading it, slips the ring onto your finger.

“Yes! Yes you idiot!” You nod frantically and Eddie lets a breath go that he’d been holding as he takes your left hand in his, slipping the ring onto your finger, relieved when it fits.

You lift your hand up to see the ring better, it is beautiful. A silver band, on which rests a cluster of diamonds, in alternating patterns, that surround a single star-shaped diamond. 

“Eddie…” 

“Is it okay? If you don’t like it I will buy you something else.”

You shake your head, “It's so gorgeous, I love it so much. You did so well finding this.”

“Well, technically Wayne found it.” You tip your head, confused, as he stands up, dusting off his knees slightly, “It’s my mom’s. It got misplaced over the years. Never thought I’d need it, or want it.” 

“Oh.” You smile as you look down at the ring then back up at Eddie, “It’s perfect. I’m honoured that you wanted to give this to me.” Eddie holds your hand in his, admiring the way your hand looks adorned with the new jewellery.

“I adore you.” He says softly, looking up from your hand to your face,

“I adore you more.” Eddie’s hand cups your chin, tilting your face to give him easier access to kiss you, the other holding you close by the small of your back and guiding you to the bed in tandem with him, he makes short work off the trousers and shirt you’re wearing, a practically rips your underwear off with the speed at which he goes., and guides you to sit, pausing to admire you in like a predator looking at its prey, making your cheeks redden and smirking once his gaze has had the desired effect. Eddie sheds his clothes quickly, no longer shy about the scars on his body, a result of the many kisses you had laid upon them. 

“Okay, I know last time was uncomfortable so I wanted to try something different.” 

“Eddie, have you been reading my pregnancy magazines again?” 

“Yes and I refuse to feel weird about that, I want to make sure that you’re enjoying yourself.” You sink back into the pillows, still slightly propped up with a pillow behind your back, 

“What did you have in mind?” 

Eddie pulls one of his pillows out from behind his back and places it to your side, 

“Roll over so you’re facing away from me.” You do as he asks, earning a playful slap to your now exposed ass. “Good girl.” 

Eddie runs a ringed hand slowly down your thigh, making the skin tingle in his path before he hooks a hand under your thigh, lifting it up slightly, “Think you can hold this leg up?” He asks sweetly, kissing your shoulder, you nod and hold the limb up as Eddie’s hand runs back down your thigh at a torturously slow speed until his fingers are barely brushing past your clit with a featherlight touch that makes your hips twitch,

“Comfy?” You nod and Eddie sinks his middle finger into you slowly, drawing out a soft whine as you lean back into him, relishing in the feeling of his calloused fingertip massaging over your g-spot with an intense pressure, he pulls his finger out slightly to add another, returning to the slow, intense assault on your g-spot, only speeding up when you’re on the verge of crying for it. You can feel and hear how much wetter you are getting, and the sound is almost humiliating, making you want to moan louder to cover it up,

“Be as loud as you like, this is our house.” Eddie whispers hoarsely as his thumb finds your clit, toying relentlessly until you’re begging please don't stop. And he doesn’t, he doubles down on his efforts until a mindless flurry of curse words are leaving your lips and your walls are clamping down on his fingers as your first orgasm of the night wracks through you. Eddie slowly pulls his fingers out, loving the disgruntled noise that leaves you once you’re empty of him,

“Think you’re ready to take my cock?” Eddie asks, kissing at your neck, nipping when you take longer than a second to answer, 

“Yes. Fuck, yes please.” Eddie smirks and guides his cock between your slick soaked folds, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit and letting himself get soaked in you before slowly guiding himself inside. He hooks his arm under your thigh and lowers it slightly, letting the ache in your leg fade.

The angle is different than usual but Eddie, ever the fast learner, has his hips tilted at just the right angle to make sure his cock is rubbing ceaselessly against your g-spot with every slow roll of his hips. 

“Feels so good Eddie.” You whimper as he pushes himself deeper,

“Good, just lay there and enjoy how good it feels being filled up by your fiance.” Eddie kisses along your shoulder, grunting as he picks up the pace and feels your body tightening in anticipation. You feel his hand tighten as he grips your thigh, as though he’s holding on for life itself, that, and the sensation of dizzying pleasure emanating from your g-spot and spreading all over you were the only things your mind was capable of focusing on, your mind going blank from the pleasure. You arch your back against his chest as a particularly hard thrust hits just right. 

“That feel good, baby?” There’s a smugness in his voice that normally you’d be rolling your eyes at him for, but shit he’s right, it does feel good. 

“So good.” You whine in between low moans and sharp gasps of breath that only increase as he pushes your further towards your orgasm, until you’re teetering on the edge, and he can feel it from the vice like grip your pussy has around his cock, so he slips his hand down from your thigh, and rubs your clit slowly, knowing you would be sensitive and not wanting to immediately overstimulate you. 

“Fuck! Shit, fuck!” Your body shakes as you finally come down from the high he pushed you to. You lean back into him, closing any gap created by your back arching, and feel him pick up the pace, lifting your thigh again to enable him to thrust faster, chase his own high. You’ve barely recovered from the aftershocks when the sensation of him pounding into you is pushing you to another orgasm, this time squirting with the intensity of it, Eddie curses and finishes inside you with a deep groan as he feels you dripping down his thighs.

“Shit.” Eddie pants, pressing his sweaty forehead to your back and wrapping an arm around you tight as he pulls out.

You nod breathlessly.

“So that’s definitely a position we’ll be doing again.” Eddie laughs breathlessly.

“I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you more, Mrs Munson.”

“Not legally, not yet.”

“Shit, after that I’ll drive down to city hall and make you Mrs Munson right now.”

“Eddie it is -” You pause, glancing at the clock on your bedside table, “11pm, I don’t think they’re going to be open for that.”

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I know it's not really a popular interpretation that's gonna win me a bunch of brownie points (from what I've seen many seem to like him more as a tortured romantic or a "crouching grouch, hidden softie"), but I personally am growing to really like characterizing Astarion as a... a weird, selfish, jealous little chaos gremlin that, while he of course has his reasons, is just kind of a crappy person, even when he's in love.

Like I can fully see him as someone who, as time passes between the first proposition and the commitment scene (and you're still not throwing yourself at his feet, blubbering and sobbing about how much you love him????? the audacity??????), starts to get annoyed at you every time you talk to someone a bit too long for his liking. Like I have a veritable plethora of shots of the amazing stankfaces and unimpressed scowls he makes over my girl's shoulder (I know it's probably because he's the second in the party lineup, but in-fiction it's still funny), and some of the stills I grabbed from his comment on fixing -and hugging- Karlach are... actually kind of incredible.

Like, if I presented to you with this screenshot:

and told you this is one of the faces he makes when he says "So, the untouchable Karlach is untouchable no more"? You'd probably assume that he's furious about it for some reason.

And there is a part of me kind of thinks he is, at least in a way, furious, because it takes him a few frames to compose himself, and put his pleasant smile back on:

-which is something I saw him do before. Making a very obviously blank/angry/sad face, taking a moment, and putting on a charming face right away. It's not new, really.

These three shots above were taken over the course of like 2 seconds, tops. It's a very subtle, "blink and you miss it" type of thing, but that's.... honestly all I need to think that Karlach suddenly being an actual option to you (in his weird, at this point in time very "physicality first" POV) is pissing him the fuck off. Like you doing that for her, collecting and lugging scrap metal around, and seeking out Dammon, means that you care for Karlach in some way. Which, then, makes her an opponent in his vying to be the sole recipient of your attention, and he won't suffer even an unknowing adversary. (And in my case, the object of his slowly blooming affections even hugged Karlach! Like right in front of his face!! What arrogance!!!!!! That's just rude, frankly!!!!!!)

I totally can imagine him being the type of person who, before starting a relationship, would use his lack of a need for rest to snoop through your belongings.

As someone who would casually violate your (and others') privacy in little ways, while holding his own sacred.

As someone who'd spy on your interactions with all the other companions from a crack in his tent's opening, and grip his bedroll in anger watching you dance with Wyll ("don't kiss him, don't kiss him, please don't kiss him, if you kiss him I'm fucked"), or steal your journal and get actually mad at you and be unreasonably acerbic to you the next day if it's in a language he doesn't understand.

This kind of also extends to me kind of imagining him as a boyfriend who, once he gets a bit more comfortable with physical affection, will just casually step up to you, and drape an arm around your waist or shoulders while you're talking to someone, to signal almost a sort of ownership. Someone who will make goading faces at anyone who dares look at you too long, or pull you against him in a brazen display if he catches someone checking you out. Like he'd piss on your leg to mark his territory if he could, but he'll settle for leaving a very obvious, crusted over bite mark on your neck if he must.

And yeah, that would get very annoying to any real person, but like I said about Gale before.... I think your character has got to be at least slightly not normal about them, just to match how profoundly not normal they are about you.

... Anyway, do carry on, I just like this edgy dumbass, I like him being both edgy and a dumbass, and him trying to slowly be better about this whole "~~relationship~~" thing is making my little heart happy

(yes, there's the Halsin thing. I have thoughts. But I won't kick the hornet's nest lol.)

[crazylilad]

Red- Chapter 18

AN: Just an Fyi, this is a TWD fanfiction, meaning there are a lot of TWs, including loads of violence (of all kinds)

No smut!

Please make sure to reblog, like, or whatever you wanna do! That helps me want to continue writing these kinds of stories and to figure out what people want

SUMMARY

I ran through the woods, Matthew right behind me. 

My breaths came in harsh and my legs were screaming in protest. Just a bit farther. I promised myself. 

Matthew stumbled out of the underbrush and doubled over, his cheeks red and mouth open as he huffed for a breath. I moved his arm around my shoulder and kept going. 

I flinched as a bullet ricocheted off a tree to my left. It was too close. They were too close. 

But this was only the start 

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Chapter 18

Rossary

Matthew bumped my shoulder, wincing as he tried to smile at me. I frowned as I looked at the damage Merle had left. Despite Matthew’s constant reassurance that he was okay, Merle had definitely done a number on him. 

It was a shock to see Matthew so beat up. The only other time I could remember Matthew even having a black eye was when we were still with William, hell even when on the run from that asshole Matthew was never someone I worried about. Now, as he lugged the group’s stuff to a car, I worried his concussion would cause him to keel over on the floor.

I walked over to the tucson and placed our packs in the back. I hugged my best friend. “If anything happens-”

“I should be saying this to you, bunny.” Matthew said. I scowled.

Daryl, Maggie, Glenn, Rick, Michonne, and I were staying behind to defend the prison against The Governor. There was no way of knowing how today was going to go, but I knew no matter what happened I would be okay. Still, even though Matthew could protect himself, it felt like it was my job to make sure he was okay. 

I swallowed down my worry and offered Matthew a small smile.

Carl walked past us, ignoring everyone with an angry look on his face. 

I frowned.  “We’ll be okay.”  

“Always are.” he tsked. Matthew pat my shoulder and walked away.

“Hey,” I turned around to find Rick. He stopped when he was in front of me. “I know what I did was wrong, and you can hate me-”

“I don’t…I get it, really. I am glad Michonne is okay though, what you were going to do…” I trailed off, not wanting to finish my sentence. Rick shifted on his feet, looking more guilty by the second. “People fuck up, some just fuck up a whole lot.” 

He looked away and smirked. “Are we good?” 

I nodded, “Yeah, we’re good.” I pat his shoulder as I walk off.

Daryl sat in front of his bike, tweaking a few things. I waved at him, giving him a tight-lipped smile. We didn’t have a lot of time to talk this morning before we were put to work by the group. I couldn’t get the night before out of my head, from the hug to eating next to Daryl late at night- We had done those things before, but this felt more intimate than ever before. I shook off the thought. I needed to stop thinking about it.

Daryl nodded, understanding I was trying to comfort him. I pulled him up off the ground, keeping his hand in mine.

“We should start drinking after all this.” I said, nodding my head.

Daryl snorted. “We’re gonna need a lot more than alcohol.”

…

I held the AK in my hand and stayed next to Maggie. She gripped my hand tightly. I smiled, squeezing her hand before letting go and getting in position. It felt nice to be fighting a large group again; I couldn’t explain the rush of adrenaline that bought me enjoying a fight every once in a while.

One of the Governor’s trucks drove into the spikes, the tires popping. The sound of gunshots made my ears ring as I watched the large group of men and women shoot up the prison. 

They rammed through the gate, breaking one of our defenses. There were about twenty of them and each had a gun and enough ammo to wipe us out tenfold.

The group scattered across the courtyard. I watched as they took in the barren area. It looked like a ghost-town, like no one had been here in a long time. I chewed on my lip and kept an eye on Maggie and Glenn.

The cell block door opened with a loud creak. I tensed. Rick, Daryl, and Michonne were hiding in the prison.

I nodded once when I knew they were both okay. Maggie squeezed my hand once more before I moved away, quietly walking through a part of the prison and toward my spot. Glenn was across from Maggie, me across from them so we covered every area. My spot was more open, with less cover, but it would do.

I smiled, a bittersweet feeling falling over me as I thought about all the blind spots in the prison.

If all went south, I was meant to stay alive long enough to provide cover fire for the rest of the group. I was the best choice considering the amount of experience I had with fighting alone, besides if anything happened, I could leave the prison and lead the Governor away then meet up with everyone else.

An alarm started going off, the loud blaring deafening me. I kept my eyes focused on the cell block door and adjusted my grip on my gun.

The Governor’s group ran out and hid behind filing cabinets for cover. 

I shot a few times at their feet, herding them toward Glenn and Maggie. The two shot at them as well, managing to keep the group going toward the gate. I smiled as I watched the group scurry away like rats.

I shot at one of the men who was aiming for my people and watched as he fell to the ground, his fellow comrades helping him up. 

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat. 

The truck started and I looked up just in time to see them driving away. I sat up higher, a smile appearing on my face. Even though it was over, it didn’t feel like it should be this easy. 

“We did it?” I heard Maggie scream.

“We did it.” Glenn responded. “Come on down.” 

I didn’t move from my spot as I looked at our group as they all began to make their way into the courtyard, smirking. Maggie stepped in front of me and put her hand out. “We’re alive.” she laughed, a joyous smile on her face which I returned.. She pulled me into a tight hug. 

“We did it. We drove them out.” Rick said once we joined them. 

I bumped Daryl’s elbow with my own. The gruff redneck smiled down at me, a soft look in his eyes that was quickly shielded away. 

“We should go after them.” Michonne said. Daryl agreed. 

“It’s finished. Didn’t you see them hightail it out of here?” Maggie argued. 

They continued to argue about what to do, everyone looking at Rick to decide. The cop looked over the field that was now filled with dead bodies. He was still greiving over Lori and it seemed like he wasn’t in the right mindset to make decisions right now.

I shook my head and took charge. “No, they’re right. We can’t live like this.”

Maggie turned to me. “So we take the fight to Woodbury. We barely made it back this time.” 

Daryl scoffed. “I don’t care.” 

I nodded along with Daryl. “We go and we finish this off, then we don’t ever have to worry about them again. That’s a better decision than sitting here while they get stronger.” Maggie and Glenn shared a look that showed their disagreement. I shook my head and said, “We’ll leave when everyone else is ready.”

I followed Daryl as he began to walk back torward the prison. The prison door slammed behind us.

 Daryl watched me, a question in his eyes as I paced the prison cafeteria. I couldn’t stop moving, not right now. Not until it was done. 

Matthew walked toward me quickly, wrapping me in his arms. I pulled away after a moment. 

“I’m going to Woodbury.” I said quietly. 

Matthew shook his head. “I can go instead.” But I was already shaking my head. 

“No, your leg is still healing…” I looked down at my hands. “This is something I need to do…” It wasn’t just because of my own selfish reasons, but I wanted to get back at the Governor for the pain he had caused this group -the pain that Daryl had to go through.

Matthew nodded slowly. “Carl killed someone.” My eyes widened in shock. Matthew’s voice was so low no one else could hear, but it felt like I was just hit with a boulder. Carl was a kid. He continued, “He didn’t have to, but… Yeah, I’m gonna stay here, teach the kid how to play soccer or something.”

I swallowed away my shock and smiled at him, promising to join him when I got back. He walked into the cellblock with Carl behind him.

Daryl watched me with a look I couldn’t decipher. I waved awkwardly at him, a small smile on my face.

He looked away and I could have sworn his cheeks were pink.

…

Daryl put his feet on the road as he slowed down. I tightened my grip until the kickstand was down. It had taken an awful lot of convincing for me to ride on this death machine.

My nose scrunched as the smell of rotten bodies hit me. I took out my hunting knife and killed a walker. Michonne killed the other with her katana and Daryl shot another. I walked behind them, staring at the people.

Daryl flinched away when something banged on the door behind him. My gun was out in a flash and pointed at a girl in the truck. 

I nodded once to Daryl and he opened the door.

Rick pat her down. When he was done I helped her up. 

“He killed them all.” she said, her voice trembling in shock. It was obvious, but she was in shock and obviously didn’t know what else to say. I looked down at my hand the girl was still squeezing tightly. Slowly, I let go of her hand and rubbed my hand on my pants.

“He kept you alive?” Michonne asked. 

The girl’s eyes widened. “I hid under one of their bodies until he left. He didn’t even know I was there.” I bit my lip. She wasn’t lying. Daryl met my gaze and nodded slightly. 

“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice soft as I took in the girl. She definitely wasn’t a fighter.

“Karen,” she said.

…

I walked behind the group, keeping my eyes out for any surprises. There was no sign that the Governor had been here. I turned around when a glass pot shattered.

I shot at Woodbury’s walls before ducking behind a car next to Michonne and Rick.

“Tyreese!” Karen yelled. I scowled and moved to grab her but I was too late. She stood up. “It’s me! Don’t-” 

Rick pulled her down. “Stay down!” 

I really wasn’t enjoying this new girl.

There was a moment of silence before a man yelled. “Karen! Karen, are you okay?”

I glanced at Daryl, who had a gun pointed at the wall. I followed suit. Karen shoved away from Rick and stood up. “I’m fine!” 

“Where’s The Governor?” the man asked. 

“He fired on everyone. He killed them all!”

No one spoke, a tense silence suffocating us all. I could understand the feeling of being betrayed by someone who was supposed to protect you and your family all too well and found myself sympathizing with those on the wall. 

“Why are you with them?” the man finally asked.

“They saved me.” Karen said. She looked over to me, a look of gratefulness on her face. I gave her a slight nod. 

Rick looked at Karen then the rest of us. “We’re coming out.” he said. My eyes widened.  

I clenched my teeth but stood up when Rick did. Daryl and Michonne hesitated. I looked at the two and nodded. Despite making bad choices sometimes, Rick knew what he was doing. 

For the most part. 

“We’re coming out.” Rick said again. 

Daryl held his gun up. He looked over at me before scoffing and holding it up. Although, even I noticed how he stood in front of the rest of us, as if making himself the target.

Woodbury’s gate opened and a black man and woman stepped out. I eyed the two of them, immediately realizing they were siblings, maybe even twins. “What are you doing here?” the man asked. He was a lot bigger than any of us and if all went south he was who I would need to keep an eye on.

“We were coming here to finish this, until we saw what The Governor did.”

The man’s eyes widened. Maybe it was the girl who was more dangerous instead. “He- he killed them?” 

Rick nodded solemnly. “Karen told us Andrea hopped the wall, going for the prison. She never made it…” The sibling’s eyes widened. “She might be here,” Rick continued.  

Apparently that was enough to convince them. The siblings stepped out of the way and let us in.

…

“This is where he had Glenn and Maggie.” Rick told Tyreese and Sasha. 

“The Governor held people here?” Tyreese asked, shocked.

Daryl nodded. “He did more than hold ‘em.”

I stared at the back of his head briefly before pointing my AK toward a door. Daryl glanced at me as a thumping continued. Rick and Michonne stood next to the door, sharing a look.

Michonne pulled out her katana. “Will you open it?” she asked Rick.

Daryl took a small step back so our shoulders were touching. I kept my eyes open and looked around, not wanting to be ambushed.

When the door opened, I could see The Governor's advisor, Milton, lying dead on the floor. I frowned. 

“Andrea!” Michonne yelled.

I looked down to see the blonde on the floor. “I tried to stop them.” she said, her voice broken. 

“You’re burning up.” Michonne said in a hoarse voice.

Andrea looked down. She looked broken. Andrea pulled at her shirt weakly, showing us the bite on her shoulder. I took a sharp breath in. “Judith, Carl, the rest of them-”

“Us,” Rick said. “The rest of us.” Andrea’s voice broke. “Are they alive?” 

Rick looked over to Daryl and I. “Yeah, they’re alive.” 

“It’s good you found them,” Andrea said as she looked at Michonne. She turned toward me, a sad smile on her face. “And I’m glad you made your way back to them.”

I gave her a short nod. I didn’t know her, hell I had only had one conversation with her, but damn she didn’t deserve this.

 “No one can make it alone now.” Andrea said to me softly.

Daryl’s hand brushed mine gently. “I never could.”

I looked away, not able to look at Andrea’s face. She looked so broken, so… lost. “I just didn’t want anyone else to die,”  I thought of Merle, of everyone who had been hurt because of this. I bit my lip. “I can do it myself.” Andrea said.

“No.” Michonne was quick to respond, her eyes wide as she looked at her friend.

“I have to,” Andrea said.”While I still can.” she turned toward Rick, tears in her eyes. “I know how the safety works.” 

As Rick handed Andrea his gun, Daryl and I walked out the room. I hadn’t known Andrea that well, but she didn’t deserve this.

I stood next to Daryl, my arms limp at my sides. “I tried,” I heard Andrea whisper. 

Rick came out, closing the door behind him. I closed my eyes and swallowed before taking hold of Daryl’s hand. It wasn’t hard to realize it could have been any one else in that room, that Andrea sacrificed her life so we could survive even if she didn’t know. 

 He squeezed it once and I leaned my head against his shoulder.

I clenched my teeth when the gun went off. 

…

Daryl

Rossary didn’t drop my hand. When we got Woodbury people on the buses, she stood by my side. When the people seemed scared or the kids didn’t know what happened to their parents Rossary was right there to give out hugs and reassuring smiles. She didn’t think she was good at comforting people, but the girl knew how to make people feel like they were welcome.

I knew she was rich before all this, that her parents were political figures. Hell, when she ran from home it was all the news spoke about for two weeks. The name Rossary Evans was all over, even the people Merle sold drugs to spoke about her.

I looked over at the girl that I had become so infatuated with and wondered what had caused her to cut her family off and make herself look like the bad guy, if only to leave fame behind.

She was good at taking care of others, making sure everyone was okay. She was a leader through and through.

When the people were settled and Rossary got on my bike I could feel her shaking. 

I squeezed her hands before starting the bike and heading back to the prison.

Rossary leaned her cheek on my back. We would survive this. We could live. I focused on Rossary and driving. She would survive this a lot longer than anyone else. The more I thought of it, the more I knew I was right. She would be the last man standing.

Rossary

I helped the newcomers get situated, promising them clean rooms in a few days. There were some untrustworthy stares, there were some men that stayed with the elderly and children that looked like they were ready to protect them all. 

My hand touched my knife, the black leather touching my rough skin.

“Hey,” Daryl touched my forearm lightly. “Come ‘ere for a second.” He led me away and back to our cell block and up to his room. It was right next to mine now, instead of on the balcony. 

He walked into his room and began digging through a bag. I leaned against the wall and smiled as I watched him, my cheeks hot.

Daryl turned and scowled at me. “Stop.” he grumbled.

I let out a soft laugh as I tried to lose my smile. It only grew when he showed me a bracelet made out of leather. On the top, an angel wing sat, wrapped to the leather by a few intricate knots. 

It was handmade.

“It ain’t nothing special, just somethin’ I found on a run and thought you might like it.” he said.

I snorted. It was very obvious he made it. 

“Thank you, Daryl.” I pulled him into a hug, ignoring his tense muscles. He relaxed slightly and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me gently.

He gave good hugs.

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Hi! Love your work and it's been getting me through the last legacy drought ;-;

May I request the main 3 with a MC that wears really cute or baggy clothes so you can't see their figure too well but one day after idk getting caught in the rain the mc is changing the LIs just see that mc is ripped/ has badass tattoos and the LIs just shuting down lol

Literally none of them are prepared for this

GN!Reader, changing the scenario a little bit, Colored Bullet Rule (Felix, Anisa, Sage)

It's a casual day. You've been working on some spellwork for the better part of the morning and decide to take a quick stretch break. So out you go to Fathom's training yard! Only to see Anisa throw Sage (like a sack of potatoes) into a stack of haybales while Felix applauds from a bench on the sidelines.

Sage clambers up to his feet, straw stuck in his braid, growling and snapping at Anisa and demanding a redo. Meanwhile Anisa is trying not to snicker as she says that Sage must be getting slow.

That's right about when you step into view, wearing some sweatpants and a baggy hoodie.

Felix beckons for you to sit next to him, eagerly asking you how your studying is going. Do you need help with anything? A lot of those spells can be quite difficult for someone who has only recently started learning, though you are doing a magnificent job so far

Anisa happily goes to hug you - aka pick you up and spin you - in greeting. Says it's good that you're taking a rest! Spells can be difficult, and you need to take it easy. She just doesn't want you tiring yourself out. Though if you need someone to carry you, she's at your service

Sage is now significantly more mortified at the fact Anisa just yote him. He tries to play it off but his face is bright red and his tail keeps twitching. You hardly even get a word out before he starts loudly proclaiming that Anisa Is A Dirty Cheat! And He Totally Wouldn't Have Lost If She Had Played Fair! As if you haven't seen him get his ass handed to him multiple times already. Okay Sage. Whatever you gotta tell yourself.

You wave their concerns away and assure them you're fine, just a little antsy. Maybe a spar would help you get your focus back? And obviously your partner jumps at the idea. So game on!

Felix hops up from the bench and takes his place on one end of the little battlefield. Green flames flicker at his fingertips. This will be a good chance to judge how your offensive spellcasting is coming along :)

Anisa takes her position and readies her sword, rattling off a few things for you to remember - stay out of reach of her blade, aim low, etc etc. This can be a good teaching moment. She's a little less concerned about you learning to fight as she is you defending yourself - after all, she's your knight. She'll be there to fight for you :)

Oh, Sage saunters over to his spot, picking the last of the hay from his hair. First one to pin the other wins. Sound good? He's taught you enough that you should have a fighting chance, so long as you don't start overthinking it. Just know that he won't take it easy on you ;3

Alright. You yank your hoodie up over your hea-

Holy fucking shit you're ripped

And you have badass tattoos?

No one was prepared for that. At all.

Felix's flames immediately sputter out. Suddenly he can't look you in the eye. The tips of his ears go pink. He knew you were strong - you've helped him lug around massive piles of books enough times to be sure of that - but he had no idea you'd look like this under your usual baggy attire! He... He wants to see you in a corset. Sorry not sorry.

Anisa nearly drops her sword in surprise. Her pupils do that excited cat-prinpick thing that happens when she's excited, and her hair poofs like fur. Man. She's gonna have to make some adjustments to your training regimen. Which she'll plan out as soon as she stops drooling.

*tail wag tail wag tail wag* Sage Will Not Recover From This Anytime Soon. Suddenly he's a lot more interested in this match, though you get the sneaking suspicion from the flustered-yet-excited look on his face that he's totally gonna let you win because he's horny and wants to be pinned. Obviously he asks if you have more tattoos. He'll show you his if you show him yours.

You try to spar with your partner but,, uh,,,

Felix's spells keep fizzling out because he can't concentrate.

Anisa is so flustered she nearly trips over her own boots.

Sage practically lays down on the floor for you to pin him.

You end up just going to do some stretches and maybe whack a training dummy a few times while everyone (especially your partner) tries to wrap their heads around what they just witnessed.

Sorry your partner is a massive fucking simp