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blingblong55 · 6 months

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Sparks -Ghost, Soap, Roach, Keegan and König

A/N: I didn't know what to put up here^

Based on a request:

Please please can you do a ghost , soap , roach , keegan and könig x m!reader separate, where the reader have anger and ego issues and doesn't show much affection like his partners do. So basically they caught the reader wear their clothes for the first time and the reader kissed them intentionally for the first time. Don't have to if it's too much. Love your writings ...... Thx if you write it✨🍀

--- M!Reader, fluff, established!relationship ---

A/N: November is for the fluff I never wrote in October...

You aren’t the most affectionate, your boyfriend knows that well and he won't pin that against you, not when you try so hard to work on yourself for him. And although many believe he is the least affectionate of you both, he isn't, he is quite the opposite of that. You are what people think he is when in a relationship. Today, as he came back to the common room, he noticed something different about you. You were there, sitting down and reading a book, usual, but the outfit was different. His big shirt matched his trackies. You stood up once you noticed he was in the room.

Ghost:

It took him by surprise, a warm smile on his lips as he saw his boyfriend wearing his clothes, others knowing this as the shirt had 'Riley' on the back. As he sat by you, and you wrapped your arms around him, he felt excited and questioned if this was just a dream. The way you looked at him, oh so sweet gaze that melted the soldier away. Something changed, for the better as he gets lost in you. You cup his face, it was a rare moment but nonetheless, he loved it. "I love you," you whisper and look at him with nothing but love. Your eyes are on his lips and then, you whisper. "Fuck it," your lips on his and for a second he panicked and then pulls you further in. "My love," he whispers against your soft lips. After possibly a kiss that would leave poets jealous, he rests his forehead against your own. You smile, his hands caressing your delicate face. "I love you too, R/N," something that you know is true.

Soap:

"Wow there," he grins and sits himself next to you. "Aren't ya somethin' else," he kisses your cheek, his arm so effortlessly around your shoulder. Now, it was more than clear he wanted people to know that yes he was in fact dating the most handsome soldier this base ever had, apart from himself. "Missed me that much, love?" he kisses your cheek. "Hm," you mumble and continue looking at the book. He grins, sure, you wouldn't display affection but just this view, for everyone to know that the sergeant has a little boyfriend and that the rumour is no longer kept secret. "Looking good, lad," he tugs at his clothes that keep you warm. You chuckle, "You're only saying that to-" His lips met yours and surprisingly you kissed him back. the book to the side as your hands kept his face warm. A soft chuckle leaves his lips. Was it pride? Could be excitement that for once, you did something so small and insignificant that it made him blush. The same reaction Gaz would tease him for. "Aren't ya my little love," he squeezes your cheeks and laughs. Your laughter fills the room as you push him off, playful but meaningful.

Roach:

He was a man of few words, yes but with you, he could speak for days without stopping. He is all about cuddling and holding hands, so when he sees you wear his clothes, something you opposed to months before, he looks away with a smile that turns into a grin. He could run around base screaming to all that his boyfriend and life best friend is wearing his clothes. You don't notice it until he is practically by you, staring as he smiles and touches your thigh. "So pretty," he continues to blush. Kisses weren't much on the menu when he started to date you but as he gushes over how pretty of a boyfriend you are, who can deny this man a kiss? Certainly not the man he loves with his whole heart. So, you cup his face, caressing it and then pull him in. The second his lips met yours, it was perfection. He pulls your body to his and every other time he pulls away, he whispers sweet nothings.

Keegan:

He heard from others that today wasn't your day. After yelling at rookies, abusing the punching bag and being somewhat under the weather, he knows today won't be easy. He sits next to you, pats his thighs and opens his arms, something he did to which only you'd say no to. You sigh and sit on his lap, your side to his chest as you let him wrap you with his strong arms. "Tomorrow, I heard the cafeteria will have some of the lasagna you love," his calloused hands rubbing your back. "With bread?" your voice small. "Yes honey, with bread," he smiles and kisses the top of your forehead. "You look so good in my clothes, think I might just let you keep this." You smile and bury your head on his chest. His heart, beating fast as he feels a rush of emotions overflow him. Who would've known, the angry and preserved soldier on base, dating someone just like him, but you were different? You were his, and so much more handsome, according to his mum and nan. A picture Hesh took, forever to be carried in his vest. Two of the toughest men, loving the other as no one could.

König:

Roze warned him, you were walking around in his clothes, reading some book and then laying on the sofa, to end up sleepy and waiting for your dearest boyfriend to come back. "Ah, if it isn't the love of my life," he sits by your side and caresses the back of your neck, you smile at this and he leans in. "Du hast Glück, ich liebe dich," he whispers as he lays a kiss on your temple. "I was cold," you lie. "Sure, we'll believe that," he watches as the others walk to their rooms. "Kö?" You turn to him. "Yes, liebe?" He responds so softly. "Can I kiss you?" A question he would be reliving when he went to bed. "Oh...mein...ja...I mean..yes, yes.." he grins like a fool and as you kiss him, he presses both your bodies together.

A/N: Who says military men can't blush or get excited over this

Tags: @meowbertwhisker @sgtsanderson @alhaizen @dakaraissoisso @i-ship-everybody @undercover-smutlover @anonymuslydumb @b3tt3r0ffsblog @idiotrxccoon

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normal-internet-user · 9 months

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Hi there! i read your percy one and it was sooo so good, i was wondering if you could do “I didn’t know where else to go” with a percy x reader. and it could be like some sort of an enemies or rivals to lovers, i’m also a huge angst girlie and idk why.

thx so much hope you’re doing so well and have the best day!!🥰🥰❤️❤️💙💙

I'm a total angst girlie too, make me an emotional mess please and thank you-

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SCARED FOR YOU

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Summary: Percy Jackson shows up at your front door bruised and battered, god this boy was going to scare you to death..

Warnings: Angst; mentions of injury (not very descriptive); Hurt/comfort; No mentioned godly parents for reader.

Requested: Yea

GN Reader!

The last thing you ever expected to see at your door was your very own son of Posiden on the verge of unconciousness.

"Percy?! What the hell happened?" You let out a low grunt when he practcally collapses into your arms.

"I didn't know where else to go." He whispers, shuddering.

You huffed, hauling him into your apartment. Luckily your parent was at work, so you didn't have to worry about explaining anything.

You moved him to the couch as gently as you could, finally taking in the full stretch of his injuries.

"Oh for the love of Zeus, Jackson." You mutter, your heart racing, "Just- sit still. I think I have some ambrosia squares in my room."

"'Kay..." Percy mumbles, his hand pressed tightly to his side while his face was twisted into a grimace.

You rushed to your bedroom, digging around in your bags and drawers until you found the little tupperware container that held your emergency ambrosia.

You then moved to the apartments small bathroom and grabbed as many medical supplies as you could carry.

With your arms full, you ran back to the couch, nearly tripping over the rug in your hurry. You haphazardly drop the bandages and other stuff onto the coffee table, handing Percy afew of the ambrosia squares.

You decided to speed up the process by getting Percy a glass of water, but with the state he was in, he'd still need patched up.

"Were you followed by anything?" You asks quietly, lifting his shirt to clean one of the larger cuts the ambrosia couldn't deal with.

"No, I wouldn't have showed up here if I was." Percy says, setting the now empty glass on the table, "Thanks. For helping me."

"Well I'm not just gonna let you bleed out on my foorstep." You grumble, wrapping his chest, "You're an idiot. Ya know that? What were you thinking? You know what, nevermind. You weren't thinking."

"Aw, are you worried?" Percy asks, seemingly amused at how upset you were.

"Of course I'm worried!" You snap, glaring up at him, watching the amusement fade away. God he was so insufferable. Stupid Percy Jackson and his dumb pretty face.

"You could have died, Percy." You say angrily, pushing alittle harder than you mean to on one of his bruises, "But everythings just so funny! Haha I'm Percy Jackson and I don't care if I get eaten by a friggin' monster! Everything's just dandy!" you rant through gritted teeth, stomping over to the trash can to toss out the bloodied cloth you'd used to clean his wounds.

Percy stares at you for a second, before guiltily looking down at his shoes, "Sorry..." He mutters, "I uh.. didn't mean to freak you out."

"Well mission failed, Percy." You say, before taking a deep breath and sitting next to him on your couch, "I just... dammit- your really important to me, okay? If something happened to you-" You cut off your own sentence, crossing your arms.

"You scared the shit outta me.." You whisper, wiping away the building tears with the sleeve of your sweater.

Percy sits silently for a second, then he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer so your pressed flush against his chest.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, his head tucked away in your shoulder, "I'll... be more careful.. just please don't cry..."

You sniffle, wrapping your arms tightly around him, careful not to irritate any bruises that still remain after the ambrosia. You press your face into his hair, the few tears that escape your eyes getting caught in his black curls.

The two of you sit there like that for gods know how long, just seeking the familiar comfort of each others touch...

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This one took me a minute, but I think it turned out well. Lyn Lapid is the best writing partner ever, her music helps me focus SO MUCH-

#normie writes #pjo #percy x reader fluff #percy x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #pjo fanfic #percy x gn reader #pjo x reader #hoo x reader #percy x reader angst #normies prompt event

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luvyeni · 1 year

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I have probably read all of your work and I gotta say, girl your writing is ✨IMMACULATE✨. I was on twitter recently and I saw Choi fucking Yeonjun with a sleeve less shirt and ????? he has muscles????? like I didn't except it???? My ass had to investigate and I found tons of pics drooled over them a bit and found an article fk called "TXT's baby-faced muscle monsters" (I'm not fk kidding)

Anyways, that made me think about how Yeonjun would totally use it to his advantage and he could totally throw my ass around and I have a thing for manhandling. I just wanted to share that and get ur opinion cuz u never disappoint :D

Also can I be 🧸 anon? thx ily <33

welcome 🧸 anon <3 and what's the link to the article i need to see for scientific reasons👀.

but i can imagine him coming from the gym , and you're drooling over his arms, thinking he can't see you , but he's smirking cause you aren't as sick as you think.

he's gonna take you by surprise , waiting for you not to notice before he's pinning you up against the wall , using his strength to hold your head above your head , kissing your neck. "baby , if you keep looking at me like that , i won't hold back."

and you're just melting right there the way he just handled you , you're begging him to take you to your room and fuck you, and he just picks you taking you to the room , throwing you on the bed , and that alone makes you moan , he's just as giddy as he wants to be.

"you like being thrown around like that don't you." he has that smirk on his as you bite your lip nodding. "p..please be rough with me."

"okay , i treat you like a slut, but don't say i didn't warn you."

#luvyeni: tubatu hard thoughts #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #txt smut #txt scenarios #txt headcanons #txt x reader #choi yeonjun smut #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun smut #yeonjun headcanons #yeonjun scenarios

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clementine-writes-things · 9 days

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Edward Nashton Headcanons

Summary: My personal headcanons for Edward Nashton. Again, these are MY personal headcanons and I use them for when I write about him. So, yeah. I can't believe I'm just now writing headcanons for this guy. This is long overdue.

Content Warning: Sexual themes (there will be a section for NSFW headcanons), angst, trauma, and smoking. I have so many headcanons for this man...

(literally going to eat him)

~Read Below Cut~

(Before this starts, I want to clarify something. Run Rabbit Run, a series I made, is my personal 'background' story for y/n and Edward. Of course I don't use that story in all my Edward Nashton fanfics bc I have other ideas yk. But, overall, it's my personal headcanon story for him. So a lot of these headcanons will apply to that. I hope that makes sense lmao. Run rabbit run is like my concrete headcanon, and every other fanfic I've written about Edward is pretty loosey goosey and just for fun.)

(ALSO IN MY HEADCANON HE NEVER BOMBED THE SEAWALL AND ONLY KILLED FALCONE AND THOSE DIRTY POLITICIANS SO SHUT UP BLAHBLAHBLAH I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT GOTHAM BEING UNDER WATER RAHHHHHHH <3 okie thx)

SFW Headcanons:

He has autism 110%. He got tested for it when he got out of the orphanage and was not surprised when he discovered he had it.

He loves journaling. Sometimes he will scrapbook. He likes to document his feelings/thoughts, especially when he's feeling down.

One of my headcanons is that his Riddler persona is always apart of him. He can't 'get rid' of it. So, he goes to therapy to deal with it and the journaling helps a lot with it.

^following off on that, I think that after the bombing and after being with y/n he genuinely tries to reform. He would use his 'crave for justice' and apply it to protesting and standing up for human rights and stuff like that. So like, imagine roaringkitty from Dumb Money. He always informed ppl about stocks. Edward is like that except it's about social justice and equality. Slay.

He really loves fruit. Like a lot. He favors kiwi and watermelon a lot.

he likes to make protein shakes/smoothies for breakfast a lot!

because he's a boyfriend that acts like a dad, y/n once got him a "World's Best Dad" shirt for April Fools (since that's also his birthday, y/n actually got him a real gift too which was a photo of them in a cute little picture frame) but he found the shirt to be really funny so he'll occasionally wear it out in public and everyone is always confused

"World's best dad? How many kids do you have?" A woman asked.

"None."

"Oh..."

*he proceeds to leave the conversation and leave the woman extremely confused and concerned*

He smoked for a little while when he didn't care about his own health, but he stopped when he started dating y/n. It's difficult for him, but with y/n's encouragement he's doing a great job.

he goes to therapy

he listens to Lana Del Rey occasionally, but only cuz y/n listens to her...although he doesn't mind listening to her music...

although he doesn't really look like it, he LOVES metal. His favorite bands for heavy metal/ NU metal is as follows (ranked from most fav to least fav): System Of A Down, Megadeth, Korn, Slipknot, Metallica, Slayer)

Other bands/singers he likes are (in no order/specific genre): The Cramps, Weezer, Green Day, ICP, Gorillaz, Billy Idol, I Monster, Talking Heads (he loves the Talking Heads sm)

He also likes 'oldies' like The Inkspots, Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, and Billie Holiday.

When he started dating y/n, he started to listen to hyperpop (bc y/n listens to hyperpop IN MY HEADCANON)

He isn't the biggest fan of hyperpop, but he doesn't HATE it. he actually loves some certain songs/artists. (mainly likes Lumi Athena and 100 gecs)

when edward and y/n go out to a social gathering, it looks like this:

but tbh, that's just how they look next to each other 24/7 lmao

edward loves to read books, especially classics like Frankenstein, Dracula, For Whom The Bell Tolls, A Clockwork Orange, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (bro loves banned books)

loves spoiling y/n with all his heart. the only thing keeping him from being a sugar daddy is that he is in the same age range as y/n. but other than that, he literally acts like a sugar daddy.

has a BUNCH of nicknames he made specifically for y/n such as: rabbit, bunny, firecracker, spazz, crackhead/drophead, and the sweetest one of all... "dickrider🥺" and he calls them that during silly little arguments or when y/n gets sassy

"Blah blah blah, Edward. I don't wanna hear it." - y/n

"Whatever, dickrider." - Edward

"'Scuse me?" - y/n

"You heard me. Dickrider." - Edward

"I am not a dickrider!" - y/n

"Well..." - Edward

"No." - y/n

"Wellllll..." - Edward

"No. Shush." - y/n

"Fine...dickrider..." -Edward

"EDWARD!" - y/n

Edward dresses like a 40 y/o divorced dad trying to learn the floss at a BBQ in a relatives backyard (so slacks and a polo/button up shirt)

y/n forces him to expand his wardrobe so he occasionally wears actual t-shirts and jeans sometimes, shorts, sweaters, etc.

Edward occasionally likes to grow out his hair slightly (kinda like Paul Dano's haircut in Ruby Sparks)

dyes his hair occasionally (mainly black but he once did black with SUBTLE dark green highlights)

he hates oatmeal, porridge, grits, Jell-O, and pudding. the consistency makes him want to scream. (same)

he is the most LGBTQIA+ friendly person ever. if he is meeting someone for the first time, he asks their pronouns.

i think that he is queer. i don't think he really has a specific sexuality. he's just queer, yk? but, that's really it.

goes to pride parades with y/n (I HEADCANON HIM DATING A NON-BINARY SHE/THEY AFAB PERSON OK LEAVE ME ALONEEE)

he GENUINELY loves to sing and will often sing y/n to sleep if they are having trouble.

he can play lots of instruments but has a preference for guitars (electric/bass/acoustic)

loves Breaking Bad.

hates Walter White.

he makes references to the show so much that it's concerning

"Oh shit! I just broke this plate!" - y/n

"Is it bad?" - Edward

"No, not really, bu-" - y/n

"Did it break bad?" - Edward

"Edward..." - y/n

"Was it breaking bad?" - Edward

"Get out of my apartment." - y/n

"Can you still cook? Can you still cook after breaking bad?" - Edward

"Edward Nashton, I'm going to hurt you." - y/n

he really likes stop motion moves, he admires how much work is put into them (loves Fantastic Mr. Fox the most. Coraline is a close second.)

he doesn't mind PDA, he actually loves it. he's proud to show off his partner (but he doesn't do anything more than kissing and cuddling in public...sometimes...maybe in a bathroom or a closet...hehe...)

sometimes he'll have nightmares about the orphanage and he'll wake up crying. y/n will hold him and comfort him back to sleep. he'll tell his therapist about the dream asap and work through it with them.

he'll also have nightmares about being the 'Riddler' again. those scare the shit out of him. he doesn't want to be that person again. his past haunts him frequently, even though he is reformed.

he knows how to sew very well and will sew customizations on his clothing and y/n's clothing. Example: hearts on their jeans, question marks on his sweatpants, stuff like that.

he knows that no one will truly forget what he did as the 'Riddler', but he hopes that donating to charities, raising money for them, and giving advice to others will show people that he's a changed man. but, all that really matters is that y/n knows he's a changed man.

practices drawing/painting/sketching in his free time (he loves to use charcoal, water colors, and oil pastels)

he hates when his skin is dry, so he lotions all the time. he has the softest skin ever. but, his hands are usually rough because he plays guitar and he has callouses built up. yet, it feels oddly nice against y/n's skin.

RANDOM THINGS I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD SAY: (ik this isn't really a headcanon but i just want you to see how much of a nerd/weirdo he is)

"You know, flamingos get their pink color from eating carotenoids. They are born a pale grey, but over time they get the pink hue that we know them for. Although, it's very rare for them to be a hot pink, more of a coral."

"No, y/n, you cannot drink the dish soap and burp bubbles. I don't think that's even possible."

*watching Tom & Jerry* "These physics are so unrealistic. Tom would be pulverized underneath that anvil. Blood and guts would be everywhere." *y/n looks at him with a horrified look* "Um, I mean...what a...what a goofy cat..."

*walks up to y/n with his phone in his hand* "So uh, one of my twitch followers in my stream today said I was 'Serving... *spells out c*nt*' and they also said that I 'ate and...left no crumbs?' is that a good thing?" *y/n laughs* "That's a very good thing." *he smiles*

"I saw a pigeon get it's head stuck in a donut today. It reminded me of you."

"Male ducks have corkscrew penises. So, they literally screw each other."

"Please stop putting your fingers in my mouth when I yawn."

"Yes I want a damn scooby snack. They sound fucking delicious."

"How am I supposed to live, laugh, love in these conditions, y/n? How!?"

"Y/n, be honest...do these jeans my butt look big?"

"A kid at the library threw a book at me and I contemplated drop kicking him."

"Please, for the love of God. Stop calling me the Rizzler. I...I don't know what that means..."

"Are you the backrooms? Cuz, I think I'm getting lost inside of you. Wait...that sounds weird. Um, forget that. Do you wanna kiss me now?"

"I'm not straight, but...that's all."

"One of my followers on Twitch said I look like the moon emoji. Banned."

"Edward, I'm afraid we can't make mac & cheese tonight. We're all out." - y/n

"Why? Do not be afraid..." - Edward (in the most deadpan voice)

"Well...now I'm very afraid..." - y/n

NSFW HEADCANONS! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!:

Dom all the way. He has too much of an ego to be a sub. Ik a lot of ppl say he would be a sub, but I strongly disagree. Maybe he'd try it a few times.

This guy is too kinky, it would take 500 pages to list them (not rlly but ykwim)

He can bounce back between being completely vanilla and being ao3 type of kinky

some of his personal fav kinks are: BDSM (bro is sadistic prove me wrong), he is also a bit of a masochist though; choking; overstimulation; he has a daddy/sir kink; he actually likes roleplay a good bit, but it just has to be something good.

(one time y/n and Edward tried to do a college professor/college student roleplay and it was so fucking funny they couldn't go through with it. y/n said "Is there anything I can do to make my grade better Professor Nashton?" and he said "Do a better job...?" and that's when they both realized they couldn't get through it.)

Edward doesn't think sex is super important in a relationship, so he can go a long time without it. But, sometimes...he just wants to touch y/n. Not even have sex. Let me explain...

^sometimes he'll ask y/n if he can just finger them or eat them out, something like that. he doesn't even want to cum, he just wants to make them cum.

He developed a fond and cruel taste for teasing y/n in public. Sometimes he'll subtly make a fingering motion if he's picking something up. Or, he'll rub their inner thigh while sitting at a table. He usually only does this if y/n has an 'attitude' or if he wants to hint that he wants to have sex that night. However, if y/n ever gets uncomfortable during his teasing, all they have to do is tap him on the knee/shoulder and he'll know. They both respect boundaries <3

This is a bit of an angsty one, but sometimes during sex, he'll realize how lucky he is to be with y/n. So, he'll stop whatever he was doing and just hold them close to him. The sex after that is usually gentle and soft, which y/n actually really likes. He'll cry and tell them that he loves them so much and when they are both done, he'll just spoon them and find comfort in their body heat.

he is the KING of weird sex positions and weird places to have sex. he once fucked y/n in the closet at one of their friends house. it was cramped, so he had one of their ankles lifted on his shoulder and their other leg hoked around his waist. if y/n wants him to fuck them, he'll find a way. trust.

he really likes being praised during sex bc it makes him feel proud. it also feeds his ego a lot, but eh! hehe

if there was a competition for who could "do the best dirty talk" Edward would win it immediately by a landslide. y/n was the first person he ever had sex with, but they swear it was like he was a "professional" at it. he says such vulgar and erotic things and its jarring coming from such a sweet face. y/n loves it. what things does he say? well, let's start with sweet things he'll say during sex...

"You're so breathtaking below me, y/n. You're glowing."

"How is it that you looks so angelic while I'm fucking you?"

"You're doing such a good job, baby. You feel so good."

"That's it cara mia, cum for Eddie."

"You're making my heart race, honey. It just might burst out of my chest if you keep this up..."

^Aw, wasn't that so sweet :3 hehe, that's what he says a lot during vanilla and occasionally during some kinky sex. but, what does he say when he's in a "I'm going to fuck the soul out of you" mood? Uh...

"I know it feels heavenly, but you really ought to keep your voice down. You don't want to get caught, do you? Or, perhaps...that's exactly what you want. So filthy..." (while fucking you in a public bathroom)

"I wonder how long it'll take you to start begging for more...oh, there we go. Hm, not long at all..."

"I won't bite you hard, maybe, but I can't say the same about fucking you."

"What's the matter, rabbit? All fucked out and dumb? But, I haven't even started round 3 yet..."

"If you want it so bad, then why don't you bark for it? Yes, I'm aware you're not a dog, but I assure I can easily leash you up like one if you aren't a good girl/boy."

"I'm going to make sure you can't walk straight for a week. You know I can do it."

"You were starving for it. You were drooling over it. Now, you're gagging on it. How's it feel shoved down your pretty throat?"

"I don't care if they can hear us. That just means they know how good you're getting dicked down. Why don't you moan my name a little louder, make sure they remember who's doing this to you."

"'Oh Edward! Edward!' You sound so fucking cute when you're whining. Do it again. Louder."

"Suck on it like it's fucking candy. You're gonna get every last drop."

"Look at you. Before, you were teasing me in public, torturing me. And now, your face is shoved in the mattress while I'm fucking you from behind. Not so fucking cocky now, are you?"

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEH

He's also AMAZING at aftercare. He'll give y/n a bath, sometimes he'll even take a shower with them.

He will always clean y/n's legs/pelvic area (and anywhere else that needs cleaning) with a damp rag every single time they finish having sex.

If he was particularly rough with y/n, he'll give them a gentle massage afterwards and tell them how good they did.

being the paranoid boyfriend that he is, he'll always remind y/n to pee afterwards so they don't get a UTI. he'll also tell them to drink lots of water.

One of his favorite things to do for aftercare is have them lay across his lap or sit on his lap or snuggle up against his side as they both watch a movie or TV show (it's usually Breaking Bad or My Little Pony. the duality of man.)

Tbh, if he can't make y/n's legs sore for at least an entire day after having sex, he doesn't think he did a good job.

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vxmpjules · 1 year

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,,Fuck you'' ,,Can i have this dance?" X.T

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Pronouns: Non rlly used

Warnings: None just Xavier being lowk mean

Preview: You and Xavier haven't always been so friendly with eachother but it's the Rave'N and you just got stood up by your date and he's been feeling something for you sometime now so he takes matters into his own hands.

I sat, lonely as ever at the Rave'N looking at everybody else dancing or chatting with their friends and dates. Unfortunately for me my date just stood me up like it was nothing, I looked as Yoko walked over to me.

,,Y/n, are you sure you don't want to come with us? I don't want you to be alone most of the night'' she commented, small glint of worry in her tone. ,,No, i want you all to have fun not to be worrying about me all the night, have fun I don't want this to be a pity party" you remarked with a sad smile shooing her away to have fun with the other's.

Now there was someone's eyes studying your every move, you had no idea of course your thoughts only being on how you got stood up by some normie. I mean you kinda expected it but you had some hope they would've showed up.

You stood up to get some more punch for like the 100th time this night. As you poured the punch in the cup the person who has been eyeing you the whole night approaches you behind.

,,Getting punch again? Aren't you tired of drinking it don't you have anything better to do?" He asked as you rolled your eyes ,,What does it concern you? Think I'm gonna die from drinking too much punch?" You remarked annoyed.

,,Just asking don't have to be so moody all the time, Jesus." He replied with an offended look ,,So what happened to your date?" He asks again. ,,You scared them off already?" He commented as he smirked stupidily ,,No they stood me up." You responded your mouth drawn in a thin line. ,,Makes sense, you're too much to deal with" he sheepishly said looking straight into your eyes as they widened.

,,Fuck you." You remarked angerly with your eyebrows furrowed ,,Can i have this dance?" He asked as the new song started playing and he put his arm out for you to take it. You looked at his smirking face and back at his hand again and again. You took his hand still with the same look on your face, if you're having a miserable night why not make it miserable for him too? He started leading you to the dance floor.

You could probably recognize it as a chase Atlantic song maybe uncomfortable? You both start dancing to the song as everyone has their eyes on you two especially Bianca, whispers where heard all around you either liking the duo or the opposite.

As the end of the song started coming closer you both begined getting closer and closer to eachother to the point where you both could hear your hot breathes hit eachothers faces. Xavier started leaning in closer to your fave, lips getting near eachothers. In this moment it just felt right, the music, the place everything. You pulled him by the collar of his shirt and emerged your lips to his, his hands cupping your cheeks on his hands massaging them lovingly and your hands moving to his neck. He smiled against you lips.

,,You can't even imagine how long I've waited for to do this.." he whispers into the kiss and you both slowly pull away. Your face with light blush and him smiling stupidly at you ,,You were really a bitch just to get a kiss out of me" you remarked moving your hands to cup his cheeks ,,And you still went along with it" he commented back as he got close again and kisses you softly as he pulls your waist to make you both closer to eachother. You smile gently in the kiss as you caress his cheek.

Thx to everyone that read this fic also sorry for not being active in writing I've been very VERY busy with school and since I got into volley I've been busy with that too 👽🫶🏻

#Spotify #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #x reader #wednesday series #percy white

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theplanetprince · 1 year

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Okay, so this is a long time coming. But for those of you just tuning in-- hi, im voorhees. Welcome to the shitshow.

At the middle of the pandemic, I made some Danny Phantom Fan Art, and I said to myself "huh. I should make some redesigns of the characters and all their outfits." and because Dash is my favorite side character I picked him first. And truthfully, I can't fix perfection. But I can try.

And I don't know if anyone else noticed. The guy has at least 12 outfit changes in the series. So the project sort of spiraled out of control, and Dash kind of just became a reason to make logos and put them on shirts.

I also added recolors inspired by @/constellaj and @/jadeyarts.

If anyone would like the original clip file I used which has at least 70 layers of options, expressions, and outfit combinations, please let me know. I want to see this guy in more funny shirts.

Some bonus content for those who read all that shit.

Also, I make fics, and if you want to see some of my headcanons in action, please check out Schrodingers Adolescent on Ao3 and FFN. K thx

#txt #img #tales from the voorhees #danny phantom #dp #dash baxter #phanart #teddyghost #swaggerbishie #dandash

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fiori7ura · 3 months

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but strangely, he feels at home in this place

TW: body dysphoria, self-doubt, mentions of panic attacks & death, fear, depression-ish, trans max & steve, don't like, don't read.

(modern au, no upside down, max uses she/her but it changes halfway through, steve is also trans, max & steve have a brotherly bond — author is afab but on the transgender spectrum and goes through body dysphoria and confusion all the time)

→ i've been writing this on ao3, it isn't posted yet because it isn't finished, but i wanted to post what i already have on here :) it's all rough draft, so expect for there to be grammar mistakes or things nto worded correctly. there are italics galore in this, but i copy & pasted it from ao3 so it deleted the layout it was in, and my phone makes everything lag when i try and do italics on here, so, yeah, no italics, just imagine them in parts when needed lmao — read tags & warnings, thx!!

title from 'this is home' by cavetown!!

——— ★ ———

Yeah, you could say that Max never fully fit in with girls her age. She skated, hung around guys, scuffed her shoes with dirt and mud, crude sayings and drawings scribbled with black sharpie and in messy handwriting on the toes of her sneakers she got from Goodwill.

Her life was good for a while, until it wasn't. She woke up one day with panic and realization coursing through her veins, crying until her lungs gave out and she hyperventilated, screaming into her pillow.

Panic attack, Max's brain supplies from the old memory of her lessons with her school counselor, Mrs. Kelley.

Small things trigger them, and ever since Billy passed in the mall fire, they happen more than ever. Max wishes she could go back to that summer, when there were no worries in the world, before Billy died, before she and her Mom had to move into a crappy trailer park across from the Munsons.

The bad thoughts cloud Max's mind again, and she shakes her head like a wet dog coming in from the rain.

She gets up and throws on basketball shorts that come down to her knees and a threadbare, gray Hawkins Tigers shirt that she stole from Steve, her tightest, most concealing bra she owns strapped on underneath. Max shoves her hair in a haphazard low bun, taking a quick glance in the mirror, not even bothering to look for too long. Staring into her reflection is bad. It makes Max notice all the impurities and small problems about herself that makes her want to shatter the glass, break it into little pieces on the carpet below her.

Max prays that one day, she could just sink into the floor and disappear. Maybe then, things would be easier. She wouldn't have to worry about her impending doom of her crush on El and the dark thoughts that flood her mind daily, time and time again.

Max steps outside of her trailer, spotting Steve's car parked over at Eddie's. He's sitting on the porch steps, cigarette in his hand, smoke stirring out of his mouth.

She wishes to be like Steve. Wants it. Hopes for it. In her mind, he's selfless and resilient. He came out to everyone without a single trace of doubt, and everyone supported him when he said he didn't feel like a girl. That was three years ago. Max was only 12. She's now 15, drowning in her sorrows and regret.

She stumbles over the gravel that lines the ground, feet carrying her to cross the distance between the two trailers. Steve looks up from his crisp, white Nike Cortez shoes, a smile lighting his whole face up when he sees Max.

"You know those things'll kill you, right?"

Steve snorts, tilting his head like a dog. "Hello to you, too, Max. You sound like Rob, you know that?"

Max just scoffs, the smile on her face betraying the way she's trying to act. "Whatever you say, Mom. I'm not taking the blame from Dustin when you die from smoking on those cancer sticks."

"Sure," Steve says behind a smirk as he puts out his cigarette and dusts his hands off on his jeans, imaginary dirt spreading around the air. "If you're asking for a ride, just know that I'm about to be leaving. Just let me tell Eddie bye, 'kay?"

"Okay," Max echoes, laughing. "Go get your boyfriend!" She yells when Steve turns around to go inside, mimicking kissing and hugging, wrapping her hands around herself and making obnoxious smooching noises. Steve flips her off behind his back. She can almost hear the faint mumble of smart ass kid come from his mouth, which causes her to laugh even harder, head lolling back on a cackle.

——— ★ ———

They're halfway through the drive back to Steve's house when Max breaks the silence, Stevie Nicks playing low on the radio, music drifting through the speakers of his Beamer. "Could I, uh, ask you something? You gotta promise not to say anything about this conversation, because if you do, I'll blackmail you and send Eddie all the embarrassing photos of you from when you worked at Scoops."

Steve whips his head to look at Max, almost surprised look on his face as he lets out a disbelieving laugh, airy and light.

"Okay, kiddo. Shoot."

Her feet are propped up on the dash, and her pulse is rabbiting. "How did you know?"

Steve raises a questionable eyebrow towards her direction, nose wrinkling. "What d'you mean, 'know'?"

Shit, shit, shit.

"No, nevermind, actually. It's stupid," Max sighs. "It's stupid," she repeats, again and again, flipping the word around on her tongue.

"Hey, no, don't just dodge my question like that, Mayfield. Be honest. I doubt it's as stupid as you actually say it is. Spill your guts, c'mon. Like you do at those girly sleepovers of yours."

And, oh.

Girly sleepovers.

Max doesn't like that. Bile swirls in her stomach and she digs her nails into her palm, leaving crescent moons in her skin's wake, jaw clenching and teeth grinding down against each other.

Steve clearly notices he did something wrong, because he quickly pulls into his driveway and puts the car in park, unbuckling to turn and look at Max.

"What's wrong, firecracker? Tell me, please. It won't hurt to just say what's on your mind."

Max shakes her head, eyes downcast and frown placed onto her face. "When did you know you didn't want to be a girl?" Max whispers, voice small and weak sounding, even to her own ears.

Steve grabs Max's hand and holds it oh-so-gently, the angel he is.

"I always subconsciously knew when I was younger, I guess? I never wanted to wear dresses or look pretty. I wanted to feel like a boy. I always got mad when my teachers would split the class into girls and boys. I would try to go with the guys, and my teachers would usher me back into the girls side, telling me that I'm a girl, not a boy. Kids would laugh and point at me for it,"

Steve pauses, getting teary eyed.

"And I didn't fully recognize how I felt inside until after I met Robin and everybody else. I got assured that it was normal to feel like this, so then I recognized how to love myself and my body. I understood that I was a boy, that I am a boy, and I should be proud of who I am."

Max lets out a wet laugh, tears threatening to spill over and around her eyelids.

"I don't think I'm a girl, y'know, at all."

Max looks at Steve through glimmering eyes, and he pulls her into a hug, squeezing her, comfort washing over her body like a cold shower. "I'm so proud of you, Red. So, so proud. I love you, so much."

That's when the tears really start to flow. Max hugs Steve right back, laughing with hurt and love and peace and too many emotions that flood his body.

"You're the best brother I could've asked for, Steve."

They stay like that for minutes on end, time drifting together; Steve rocking Max back and forth in his arms, tears from Max staining his polo shirt.

Steve pulls back first, still holding Max's hand. "And you're the best brother I could've asked for. You're a boy, don't doubt that, Max."

Max wipes at his eyes. "Did I ever mention how much I love you, Steven Belinda Harrington?"

Steve sputters with laughter, letting go of Max's hand. "Belinda? That's the best you could come up, Mayfield? I thought I was the best brother you've ever had?"

"I'll take it back, Belinda, trust me, don't think I won't," Max laughs, punching at Steve's shoulder, not a touch of violence or hate behind it.

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fallingdownhell · 1 year

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Can you do some Yoimiya x fem!reader smut?- thx

Sure can do! But just a fair warning, this is my first time writing Yuri smut, so I don't know how this turns out!

Pairing: Yoimiya x female reader

Content: female on female smut; top!reader; against a wall; half clothed sex; cunnilingus; fingering; not proof read yet!

Word count: 1,5k words

Enjoy!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

You were both out of breath, sprinting home as fast as you could, while holding onto each others hand. Still, you laughed at the top of your lungs, while Yoimiya giddled behind you, letting herself be led by you.

You were on a date together, enjoying the time spend until late into the evening, when you unexpectedly ran into Arataki Itto. Both of you know him, though neither have spend much time with him.

However, he managed to wrap you guys up in a conversation, oblivious to the fact that you were on a date with each other. So, you decided to pull a little prank on him.

By the time Itto realized what was going on, the both of you were already running away, laughing while yelling a joyful "Sorry!", in his general direction.

When you arrived back at Yoimiya's place, you went right in, trying to catch your breath and calm down. After all, her father was already sleeping and neither of you wanted to wake him up.

"Hah.. Oh my god.. hah..", Yoimiya still giggled, thinking back about that little stunt while holding onto the walls for support as she tried catching her breath again.

You just smiled at her, proud that you came up with something like that on the spot.

Once you both have calmed down, you went into the kitchen together to get something to drink, both of your throats suffering immensely.

"But I have to say, 'miya, those fireworks you put together were really good. I can tell you got a lot better."

"Really?", her eyes brightened up as she looked at you, greatly appreciating your compliment. "Thank you. I was so nervous about what you would say to them. I'm so glad you liked it!"

You loved that about her. She was so easily excited and overjoyed by the simplest of things, yet also hard working and dead set on achieving her goals. And when she looked at you like that, with all her love for you clearly visible, how were you supposed to hold back?

You held her gaze for a second, then began to lean in. Yoimiya realized what you were doing and leaned in as well, your lips meeting halfway, connecting in a kiss.

It started out slow, gentle, then quickly became more demanding, more heated and soon, you were both full on making out in the kitchen.

Her hands were in your hair, holding your head close, not giving you an opportunity to pull away, while you held her hips, pulling her body flush against your own.

Your tongue came out, licking against her bottom lip. She opened her mouth to grant you entrance and the kiss developed into an open-mouthed one.

Bodies flush against each other, breathing ragged, the air around you both grew hot and heavy. Yoimiya broke the kiss first, trying to catch her breath, her knees buckling as she grew more and more aroused.

"Bedroom", you whisper against her ear. Not being able to answer, she just nodded, following you into her room.

As soon as the door was closed behind you, you pressed her against the wall, diving in for another hot kiss, to which she immediately responded to.

She pressed her body against yours, hooking one of her legs around your hips to keep you against her, as she simultaneously wrapped her arms around your neck. Seems Yoimiya was just as desperate for this as you were.

You smiled into the kiss, deepening the kiss again by sliding your tongue inside her mouth, while you started exploring her body with your hands. Fingers slipping under her shirt, they trailed upwards until they reached her breasts, where you immediately pinched her nipples.

Yoimiya broke off the kiss to let out a moan, trying to stiffle it by putting a hand over her mouth. When she looked at you, a blush rose on her cheeks and her eyes were slightly glossy. The sight aroused you even more, you felt yourself getting more and more wet.

At her pulling away, you started to kiss down towards her neck, kissing and sucking the skin there, littering it with your marks. You often did that, but she never seemed to mind it. It almost made you thing that she wanted to be marked up like this, so that everyone can see that she's taken by you.

"Mhh, (name)..", Yoimiya moaned out, trying to keep it quiet.

You let go of her to properly look at her and you noticed how she started rubbing her thighs together, trying to get any sort of stimulation to her neglected pussy.

"Aww, my poor baby. Did I not give you enough attention? Allow me to change that."

As you said that, you began to slide down on her body, going on your knees in front of her.

A sharp inhale could be heard from your girlfriend, knowing exactly what was going to happen next and she already anticipated it. Keeping her hand over her mouth to stiffle her moans that were undoubtedly going to be loud, you smirked as you reached for her shorts, opening them and sliding them down along with her underwear.

You were instantly met with the smell of her arousal, only hightening your own pleasure even more. You wanted to say something to her, wanting to tease her a bit more. But seeing how wet she already was, you couldn't control yourself anymore.

Instead of words, a moan left your own mouth as you leaned forwards and immediately engulfed her clit with your lips, sucking on it, while you placed your hands on her thighs to keep them spread for you.

The taste was heavenly..

"Oh god, (name)!", she moaned, her head falling back until she hit the wodden door, her other hand trying to hold onto something behind her. But since she couldn't find something on the wall, she instead reached forwards to grip your hair, trying to keep her balance like this.

"Mhh", you hummed at the feeling, enjoying the pull of you hair. The vibrations of your sound against her clit felt even better, her grip tightening a bit.

You then released her clit from between your legs, tracing little circles around it with your tongue, licking over it and then going a bit lower towards her hole.

You inserted your tongue, catching even more of her taste on it, swallowing it down. This situation was so arousing to you, you clenched your own thighs together in search for some friction. But when that didn't do anything for you, you took one of your hands and placed it against your crotch, rubbing yourself.

"(Name), please.. need you.. inside!"

She begged you, her words very clear to hear even through the barrier of her hand. Instead of answering her verbally, you respond to her request by moving your tongue back towards her clit, circling it again, as you insert a finger into her hole, then immediately adding a second one thanks to her being this wet already.

You started to move your fingers in and out of her, matching the rhythm of your tongue with your fingers. You pushed a bit deeper inside her, finding that one spot within her that made her see the stars.

"Ahh! There! Right there!", she almost screamed as her grip on your hair seemed to get impossibly tighter, holding you against her dripping wet pussy.

You hummed again, adding a third finger to stretch her out while sucking her clit into your mouth again, knowing that she was already nearing her climax.

"Ahh, (name). Gods, this is.. fantastic!"

You keep up with your movements, matching the pace of your fingers to her thrusts against your face, only focusing on her pleasure right now.

"Oh god... coming, coming,.... (Name), I'm coming!"

You nodded, picking up your pace at that, helping her reach her orgasm as your fingers grazed over that spot inside her while you keep sucking on her clit.

This seemed to do it as she screamed against the hand on her mouth, her walls started to clamp down against your fingers as she came, pure ecstasy taking over her entire body.

You helped her ride out that wave of pleasure, continuing to move inside her, stimulating her.

When she finally calmed down again, her breathing starting to get more even, you took your fingers out of her pussy and with one last lick to her clit let go of it at well, looking up towards her.

Yoimiya was already looking down to you, her eyes shining with tears from the intense pleasure, but you could tell that she wasn't satisfied with just that. And neither were you, since you were still dripping with want and lust, having not reached your orgasm yet.

So, you stood up, and pulled her into a kiss. She didn't resist, welcoming your tongue back into her mouth. She could taste herself on your lips, but she didn't mind that.

"Let's move to the bed..", you whisper and Yoimiya nodds, following your lead.

There was definitely still a long night ahead of you both...

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #yoimiya x reader #yoimiya x reader smut #yoimiya smut

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mcbeetlebeeb · 5 months

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yo more john stuff would be sick if you may (pls and thx :>)

oh jeez oh man oh snap-

yeah I can do that for you, congrats on being the first person too use my ask box thing 🎉

anywho, I can't guarantee this will be proofread until like- maybe tommorow when I read threw it but uyhhmmbb.. yeah general headcannon??- stuff?

John Egbert

unfortunately a bit emotionally constipated

not a great big deal (maybe a bit of a lot)

but on contrary, I don't think he'd be someone to be very beat around the bush with those sorta feelings

at least physically? like, body language wise-

he'd be comfortable around you, you'd probably have him hanging around on you while he's floating around

godtiered John?

floating you everywhere

your godtiered?

don't care, he's lifting you effortlessly with his wind powers

but I think hed try to be pretty forward about his feelings

or at least he thinks he is-

touch starved™

like how I mentioned he'd be comfortable with you in a physical matter

not minding pda too much but much more affectionate in private

he'd be the type of person for you too fall asleep on his shoulder, and he'd let you 100%, maybe even lay his head on yours in return

I think hed be someone who's a bit easy to read if you can do eye contact

like I'd pitcure if one were to flirt with him, it'd go over his head a bit at first, not that he wouldn't ever get it

he would get it like, 5 minutes afterwards and then he can't bring it back up it cause 5 minutes has passed and oh god that was so obvious how did he not get that—

but back with the eye contact thing, I'd be easy to pick up on

easy to spot a mischievous or playful glint in his eye, it'd usally be paired with a grin

he'd be one too steal longing looks at you when your not paying attention

just letting internal monolog play out in his brain as he stares at you doing whatever

subconsciously messing with his fingers or the hem of his shirt

he'd pretend he's not looking when you look back at him, and or that he's wasnt just thinking of the most "silliest" of thoughts

he'd be good at hugs

or good at giving hugs?

good and secure, rests his head on your shoulder, his arms under yours too hug around your waist simply cause he wants you as close as possible

(he's totally not sniffing you)

I think hed be a giggly mfker if you catch my drift

one of you made a bad joke? he's laughing at it

you tripped and aren't seriously hurt?

laughing at you as he helps you up

very much a sweetheart though

even though I think he would be a bit- dense?- wrong word

stubborn- but not nessasarly in the way you think, he's set in certain ways, varying things stuck with him throughout sburb events (obviously‐)

but he'd still be a lil goober at heart yknow

not too much prying for it to takes to make him be a goober comfortably in your presence

like in the other post- his goofy energy is just gonna go right too you

just something about him makes one just- exist in the moment, although he mostly exists up in his head-

-i think he'd focus mostly on whoevers in front of him, their voice, what they're saying

amplified if he likes you, he's listening so intently

maybe a little too intently where he gets caught up in his thoughts, it's starts off of what he wants to say to respond,

focusing in on your voice and his mind trails off with how nice you sound, taking in the fact that your voice belongs too you

no one else, he's listening to no one else but you right now,

you'd be mid sentence and notice how hard he's staring at you, hell you could've been done with the sentence a minute ago and he'd still be up in his brain

asking what is wrong and he'd only respond with blinking his eyes at you, focusing in on your face rather your voice finding himself caught red handed

"uh- sorry— I was spacing out-"

spacing out my ass, he's thinking about how he wants to be closer, hear your voice at its most hushed

wanting to rest his head on your chest, listening to the sound of your breathing, the steady thump of your heart beneath his head

whenever he hugs you he wants it to be extra long, burying his head in the crook of your neck like he hasn't seen you in forever

he wants you, to hear you, he want you too want him like he wants you

I stop here I tired 3 in morning! 🛌💤

#john egbert x reader #john egbert #gay people #very fruity #homestuck #x reader

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tinkabelle24 · 1 month

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To Build a Home

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back (PART 1)

A/N: This chapter references Dirty Little Secret - my Leo-centred, IT-themed side story. You don't have to read that story to understand this chapter, but it provides a smidge more context. 😊

TW! Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence.

Masterlist / Chapter 21

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(9 months later...)

"Alright, Blue Guy... any last words, before I stick ye with this stick?"

Leo lowered his training katana, sending the brunette, dramatically flourishing her Bō in his direction, a deadpanned look.

If she suddenly yelled "squirrel!", he wouldn't bat an eye.

"Are you done-"

"I'd just get on with it," Raph - standing offside, snout buried in his shell-cell - muttered distractedly. He's been on that thing all morning. "She's in a mood."

Leo couldn't have rolled his eyes any harder. No, really??

In anticipation of something, he found, was when these 'episodes' (for lack of a better term) typically sprung up. Despite often delaying certain processes (training, for instance), her endearing quips and impersonations made it impossible to stay mad.

"You'll be there all day, otherwise, tryna reason with her-"

"YAWN-"

"Hey!" Momentarily lowering his phone, Raph jabbed a thick, calloused finger at Val; a vain attempt at asserting a sliver of authority over his amused girlfriend. "You co-operate, or we aren't goin' anywhere this weekend."

The brunette playfully narrowed her eyes. "You wouldn't-"

"I would - behave."

She snickered. "Behive-"

That's it.

The woman abruptly yelped, instinctively parrying Leo's downward swing; mere inches from her face.

Finally snapping her head from the offending weapon, to gawk his way, the leader levelled her with a self-satisfied smirk.

"Now that I have your attention..."

She only managed half a scoff before he lunged again; attacking strongly and swiftly, without pause.

He refused to go easy on her; he had more faith in her skills, than that.

He also (super-duper low-key) enjoyed watching the sore loser pout when he inevitably knocked her on her ass, then proceed challenging him, again and again, until pity finally won out, and he'd let her win.

Bzz, bzzz!

Feeling the familiar vibration against his palm, Raph's gaze promptly shifted from the sparring pair, back to his mobile screen.

[Everything organised? 😁]

Mol had finally replied to his text.

He couldn't blame her for her tardiness; it was sparrow fart, after all.

[Yh. Case and April are sweeping the joint this morning. All that's left is to wait for Val to knock off work. U still good with Maggie?]

[Yep! 2 scoops per feed. That right?]

[U got it 👍 Don't forget the plants!]

[Never 😅 Nervous?]

Raph's responding chuckle was squashed by the ever-growing lump in his oesophagus.

Nervous: understatement of the fuckin' century...

[Trying not to think about it too much 😅 Thx so much for the help]

[Welcome! She's gonna love it, promise!]

[Hope so]

[Go get her tiger 😉]

After a brief struggle, Leo finally had Val where he wanted: trapped between his 'sword' and the mat's edge. One step backward and she'd forfeit.

For several intense moments, they held their position; limbs straining against the combined pressure as they stared each other down.

Even through her sweat, the tantalising scent of coconut, pear and bergamot on her skin engulfed his senses...

Suddenly, his eyes were on her lips; drinking in every curve, every divot. They ushered his thoughts to the night he swore he'd tasted them and, oh, so much more...

But, like everything else he swore he'd heard, seen, or felt that night, it was, unfortunately, all in my... my...

Several peculiarly coloured spots drew Leo's attention to his lower periphery; specifically, Val's now bare shoulder. Her oversized Guns N Roses shirt had shifted in the struggle, revealing half a dozen old and new-looking bites and bruises, marring her porcelain skin...

Val felt Leo's strength unexpectedly falter as his face and shoulders slacked. Her body reacted before her mind could register the marked emotional shift, thrusting her Bō down his blade, breaking his stance.

She struck the length of her weapon against his plastron as he staggered forward, effortlessly spinning it over his head then striking again, along his popliteal fossa; forcing him to his knees - outside the mat.

Raph's mouth fell open.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed, promptly wedging the phone under his arm to deliver a series of giddied claps, hoots and whistles. "That's my girl!"

Leo, finally snapping out of his stupor, uttered a soft chuckle; shaking his head as he swivelled on his kneepads, addressing the still stunned Val.

Clearly, she hadn't anticipated pulling that off - neither did he.

He wasn't sure whether to feel proud for her finally getting one over him, or embarrassed, for foolishly opening himself up to distraction...

"Well done..." he praised breathlessly, politely refusing the brunette's hand as he hauled himself to his feet.

His gaze found the bruises again, and a fire promptly erupted in his chest; the same sensation he experienced the first time she'd unintentionally revealed them, months ago.

Prior to said moment, he'd long resigned himself to loving her from afar; trusting that his brother - who'd given him no reason to feel otherwise, where Val was concerned - would treat her like the queen he knew she was.

Despite Donnie's assurances that this behaviour was 'normal' (expected, even, given their biology), and Val's insistence that she was fine; no matter how hard he tried, that retched voice in his head, screaming: "Something's not right!", simply could not be told.

Finally realising what he was staring at, Val immediately readjusted her shirt and averted her gaze; cheeks flushing brilliantly.

Leo cocked his head, levelling her a questioning look. She sent him a reassuring one back; then a piqued one, when the leader's eyes abruptly flickered her boyfriend's way.

Raph, who'd been (very audibly) revelling in his oh-so-perfect brother's unceremonious defeat, fell silent upon catching the disdain he slung; and the incredulous look his girlfriend shot the blue-banded terrapin, in response.

Here we go, a-fuckin'-gain...

"Can I leave now?" Val enquired curtly, struggling to keep the scowl from her face. She couldn't believe the bullshit Leo was still insinuating, despite everything...

The smartest thing would've been to talk it out; really talk it out, there and then, like well-adjusted adults... But no.

Val wasn't about that right now. "I've gotta shower, still."

Outnumbered, and convinced she wouldn't tell him squat anyway, with her boyfriend hanging around, Leo begrudgingly relented; white knuckling the hilt of his sword as he stiffly and silently bowed to her.

The brunette responded in kind, before swiftly turning on her sneakered heel; practically tossing the practice weapon onto its designated display table, en route to an incensed-looking Raph.

If looks could kill...

Leo's stomach dropped when Val unexpectedly raised a hand to his brother's plastron; suggestively gliding her fingers over his uppermost plates, then his shoulder, as she passed.

A sneer pulled at the red-banded terrapin's lips as he slowly pried away his gaze, finally following the woman out of the Dojo.

He was about to add more marks to her collection, and Leo fucking resented it.

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"Donnie, help-a-meee!"

"My apologies, Chief. One moment..." Donnie nudged the microphone from his lips as he looked up from his notes atop the table, levelling his youngest brother - pointing to his game's pause screen, like a lost child - an austere look. "What is it?" He sighed.

"How do you kill the fff-"

The purple-banded terrapin grimaced, smothering the microphone in anticipation of an f-bomb.

"-stupid Plague Maiden?!"

He snorted, glimpsing the spectre in question's vivid green silhouette, looming over Mikey's character, behind the menu. "Have you been using Yrden?"

Mikey blinked. "Have I been using what??"

"That's a no, then." Donnie rolled his eyes. Amateur.

"Oh! You mean the purple thing - this thing?"

"Yes, that 'thing' - use it."

"But it's useless-!"

"Hey, you wanted my help - I helped. Now, if you'll excuse-"

The youngest brothers flinched (jolting Klunk II, Mikey's ginger kitten, out of the terrapin's lap; clawing him in the process) at the grating sound of scraping metal. Snapping toward its origin, they found Val and Raph barrelling out of the Dojo; the latter stomping ahead of the former as she slowed, gripping her head in panic.

"The fuckin' nerve-!"

"Raph, wait-!" she darted in his way, desperately pushing at his plastron in an effort to halt him.

Mikey lowered the controller, glancing over his shoulder to meet Donnie's equally concerned gaze. He subtly nodded toward the Dojo, to which his purple-banded brother shrugged helplessly, shaking his head.

They weren't blind, nor stupid. They were painfully aware of their eldest siblings' increasingly vitriolic relationship; despite their efforts at hiding it. There was only so much passive aggression one could reasonably ignore...

Turning back to the couple: Raph had finally stopped, but was still ranting at his girlfriend - context unknown. Much of the exchange was spoken too low, or too quickly, to comprehend.

Suddenly, he raised his voice. Startled, Val jerked back as he bitterly snapped: "He's tryna get in your fuckin' pants!"; rendering everyone, including himself, speechless.

After a brief yet intense silence (in which Raph lowered his gaze, with a flustered groan; clearly regretting his outburst), Val exclaimed tremulously:

"W-what...?!"

"Val, I-I..." The red-banded terrapin stammered, shaking his head fervently. Today, of all days... "I'm so sor- no!"

He snatched her arm when she attempted storming past him for the Dojo, tugging her back.

Donnie and Mikey were halfway out of their seats, by that point. Not that they believed their brother would cause Val harm, just that he was preventing her from going where she wanted.

"Raph, let me-!"

"No - not like this." As much as he'd love for her to go nuclear on Leo's meddlesome ass, he knew: she'd hate herself for it, afterward.

Leaning forward, Raph whispered something into Val's ear; motioning to their wary audience with his eyes. They watched the brunette's expression gradually soften before she finally responded, with a stiff nod.

Body visibly relaxing, Raph slid his hand down to hers; squeezing it gently, then proceeded leading her toward the bathroom.

As the couple disappeared down the hall, a dejected-looking Leo trudged out of the Dojo. The youngest brothers averted their gazes, the moment he turned their way. He scoffed at their blatantly obvious attempts to appear occupied; like they weren't judging him for the shit Raph just accused him of...

"Well, whaddaya know," Mikey mused; voice strained as he fought to keep his attention on the game in front of him. "Yrden actually does work - thanks, Don."

"Yeah, that's good, Mikey- hey, Chief. Sorry, for the interruption. Pardon? Oh, yeah, everything's fine..." Cue reproving side-glance, which Leo caught. "Yeah, we'll get onto that first thing tonight-"

Already up to here with this situation, the leader promptly shut himself back inside the Dojo, for some much needed R&R (i.e., running his Kata into the fucking ground).

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Val found Leo in the kitchen, alone, slumped against the countertop with an unopened bottle of water; staring at nothing in particular. He was in such deep thought, it took her stepping directly into his line of sight, for him to finally register her presence.

The moment those amber orbs found hers, her stomach knotted; thrusting bile into her throat. She swallowed hard, steeling herself.

No going back, now...

"H-hey," he cleared his throat gently as he straightened up, mustering a wistful smile.

Exhaling slowly and silently, through her nose, as he'd taught her, Val finally relaxed her shoulders; returning the smile. "Hey."

"You- your..." Leo tentatively gestured to her standard-issue EMT uniform. Following his gaze, the brunette abruptly realised: despite working this job nearly two months, this was the first time he'd seen her like this.

She and Raph rarely sleep overnight at the Lair nowadays; something about not wanting to disturb the family with their 'nightly routine'...

"Oh, yeah," Val awkwardly gripped her utility belt; complete with keys, radio, pager, narcotics pouch, penlight, and...

"Handcuffs?" Leo quirked an inquisitive brow ridge at her.

"Yep. I can arrest you, now, heh..."

Foot, meet mouth.

A snort escaped the leader as he shook his head, licking his parched lips. He finally took a swig of his water.

"Can we talk?" Val asked, carefully.

Leo's jaw tensed, the plastic crinkling under his increasingly tightening grip. "Of course," he murmured.

Setting the now deformed bottle on the table, he proceeded pulling out a chair for her to sit; purposefully avoiding the one she'd occupied that night. Once she was comfortable, he then lowered himself onto the one across the table.

Looking up from her lap (where her fingers anxiously twiddled), Val's gaze fell upon the beautiful ficus bonsai Leo gifted her, the night before; off-centre, on the table. Despite repotting it (in an equally beautiful teal ceramic dish), she recognised its unique trunk immediately - it was from his collection.

He must've noticed her gaze favouring it, over the others, whenever she found herself wandering about Splinter's zen room (which she now had free use of). How could she not: it looked like a butt.

"Leo, c-can you..." She finally tore her eyes from the tree, directing them at the equally nervous terrapin before her. "I-I need you to be completely honest with me, right now... please."

She'd heard it from Raph; now, she needed to hear it from the horse's mouth.

"...Do you like me? Like, like like me...?"

Leo hadn't realised he'd been holding his breath, till his starved lungs began screaming, and stars dotted his vision.

He'd anticipated this question. In fact, he'd spent months dreaming about and rehearsing this entrancingly eloquent profession of love he'd (likely never, ever) provide her, in response. He felt prepared...

In the end, all he could manage was a pathetic: "Y-yeah..."

Val scoffed softly as she slumped into her chair; compressing her lips tightly, in an effort to delay the tears now brimming her eyes, from falling.

Just like that, her view of who she considered one of her closest friends was forever changed. She was now overthinking every seemingly innocent glance, nudge, hug, touch... terrified she may have contributed to this, in some way.

She felt dirty.

A panicked Leo shot forward, catching himself as he instinctively reached for her hands. This prompted Val to lean away, wedge them between her knees, then shift her boots under her chair.

He was losing her.

"I'm so sorry, Val. I never expected- I don't know what... I wish-"

"It's okay..." she murmured, unable to look him in the eye. "You don't choose who you... Y-you do know though that nothing's ever gonna happen between us-"

"I know-"

"Like, ever."

"I know. I'd never expect that. It's just something I'm... working through."

Leo wasn't sure exactly when he began feeling this way; it kind of just crept up on him...

From the very beginning, he knew: there was something special about this woman. There had to be; not many people stuck around once they'd laid eyes on him, or his brothers.

He learnt about her past, and the obstacles she faced - she's strong and resilient. When he confessed to doing a background check on her, she wasted no time in admonishing him - she's assertive. When he swore her to secrecy, she let her closest friendship suffer, to keep him and his family safe - she's loyal. When she jumped between him and a rage-filled Raph - she's brave. When she scraped his family together to wait out his sentencing hearing - she's supportive.

When he finally let his guard down, she welcomed him with open arms - she's forgiving.

He'll never forget the moment she snatched him up in her arms, for the first time. Only father knew how desperately he needed one. It was like the sun had finally risen, after a long, cold night.

His world suddenly revolved around her and her happiness, her pleasure, her safety-

Wait. He did know when; It was right before realising she was in love with his brother.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What would that have accomplished, Val?" Leo enquired gently, struggling not to overanalyse her question. No, you were never an option.

"It's not like anything would've come of it... I also didn't want to risk making things awkward-"

"Well, you have made things awkward," Val bit out, eyes narrowed.

Leo promptly lowered his gaze. "I know-"

"Like, seriously, Leo... what the hell's with these looks you keep hurling at Raph? You say you're working through things, but it doesn't feel like it. I feel you're blatantly disregarding my word on this."

"...I-I don't mean to-"

"I've told you I don't know how many times, now: I'm fine, stop worrying... But no! You know better, apparently-"

"Hey, hang on-" Leo cut in, offended by the dismissive and sanctimonious portrait she was attempting to paint of him. "Can you please try looking at this from my perspective, for a minute?"

Val pursed her lips, then nodded stiffly; offering him the floor.

After a long, unsteady breath, the leader continued. "Let's say you had a friend - uh, M-Molly, for instance - who started showing up with... marks-"

Val shifted uncomfortably in her chair, chewing the inside of her mouth. He could tell she wanted to object, but remained silent. He kept going.

"They insist they're fine, yet more appear. You want to take them at their word, but you can't help this feeling that they really aren't..."

"Do you trust me?" The brunette asked quietly, searching his face.

"...O-of course, I do."

Why was that so difficult to say??

"Then why can't you trust me with this-"

"Because I love-" He felt his throat clench as his heart raced; hot tears pricking his eyes. "-and I c-can't stand seeing those things-"

"Alright!" Val abruptly thrust her palms against the table's edge, shoving out her chair, then extending to her full height. He watched, in stunned silence, as she hissed out her diatribe:

"I really shouldn't need to tell you this, as it's none of your goddamn business; but, apparently, I do - I like it. There, I said it! I'm a kinky bitch, alright?! I ask for it - NOT him! I am NOT some damsel in distress; I do NOT need you white knighting the situation! I said I was fine, and I f-fucking...!"

Leo swore he saw her heart break as the next words left her tear-stained lips: "B-back OFF...! P-please..."

A heavy silence befell the pair as they continued staring at each other, steadily realising the true weight of the words just exchanged. No going back, now, indeed.

"Hey, guys-?"

They flinched at Mikey's voice. As Leo clumsily scrambled to his feet (tipping over his chair, in the process), Val's hands darted to her face; swiping away the tears, with a stifled sniffle, before finally acknowledging the concerned terrapin, suddenly standing alongside.

Peering over them, Leo deflated further at the sight of Donnie and Raph, trickling in from the lab and staircase, respectively.

Mikey narrowed his baby blues at the leader, who avoided his gaze. "Is there a problem-"

"N-nope," forcing a reassuring smile, Val proceeded lifting her purse from the back of her chair (her usual dumping spot); flashing Leo a doleful look as she shouldered it. "We're fine. Everything's fine. I-I was just, um... I was just heading out..."

"I-I like your uniform..." Donnie gingerly complimented as the brunette pulled Mikey into a one-armed hug. Raph hung back in the common area, arms stiffly folded, shooting daggers at his eldest brother.

"Thanks, Don-"

Mikey barely squeezed her back, like she were a porcelain doll. "Are you sure-?"

"Yeah- yeah..." Val gently shook the orange-banded terrapin's shoulders, milking the smile, before turning to Donnie; who attempted offering:

"We could walk you to the street-?"

"No, it's okay..." She glanced Leo's way, once more; barely making eye contact this time as she gestured to the bonsai. "L-look after it for me, till we get back?"

He needn't see her face to know she was about to cry.

Your fault. "V-Val-"

She'd already turned away; sharing a last, knowing look with her boyfriend as she beelined for the exit.

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Finally alone, trudging through the damp, dark sewer tunnels, with only her phone's torch illuminating the path, Val broke.

Suddenly, she felt a thousand pounds; every measly step was like dragging a dead body. Her heart ached, lungs burned, thoughts screamed:

Wha... what the fuck did you do?!

How the fuck could you let this happen?!

He was supposed to be your f-fr... frie...

I hate you!

I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU-

A familiar chime snapped Val out of her spiral.

Shakily reaching into her purse to pull out her first phone, the brunette's heart plummeted at her sister's text:

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@android-cap-007 @happymoonangel @miss-andromeda @raphaelismybae @jasminarts01

Masterlist / Chapter 23

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #oc val scott #tmnt 2007 #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #to build a home #tmnt raph x oc #raph x oc #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt oc #tmnt original character #tmnt 07 #tmnt leo x oc #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tbah

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infinitesimalvermin · 8 months

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Cannot stop thinking about that part in Blood Meridian where The Kid pulled the arrow out of David Brown's leg. Just read the quote it's so good. I've been thinking sm about it.

"The Judge chuckled. Brown glared about him. Will none of ye help a man?

None Spoke.

Damn all of ye then, he said.

He sat and stretched his leg out in the ground and looked at it, he bloodier than most. He gripped the shaft and bore down on it. The sweat stood on his forehead. He held his leg and swore softly. Some watched, some did not. The kid rose. I'll try her, he said.

Good lad, said Brown.

He fetched his saddle to lean against. He turned his leg to the fire for the light and folded his belt and held it and hissed down at the boy kneeling there. Grip her stout, lad. And drive her straight. Then he gripped the belt in his teeth and lay back.

The kid took hold of the shaft close to the man's thigh and pressed forward with his weight. Brown seized the ground on either side of him and his head flew back and his wet teeth shone in the firelight. The kid took a new grip and bore down again. The veins in the man's neck stood like ropes and he cursed the boy's soul. On the fourth essay the point of the arrow came through the flesh of the man's thigh and blood ran over the ground. The kid sat back on his heels and passed the sleeve of his shirt across his brow.

Brown let the belt fall from his teeth. Is it through? he said.

It is.

The point? Is it the point? Speak up, man.

The kid drew his knife and cut away the bloody point left deftly and handed it up. Brown held it to the firelight and smiled. The point was of hammered copper and it was cocked in its blood-soaked bindings on the shaft but it had held.

Stout lad, ye'll make a shadetree sawbones yet. Now draw her.

The kid withdrew the shaft from the man's leg smoothly and the man bowed on the ground in a lurid female motion and wheezed raggedly through his teeth. He lay there a moment and then he sat up and took the shaft from the kid and threw it in the fire and rose and went off to make his bed.

When the kid returned to his own blanket the expriest leaned to him and hissed at his ear.

Fool, he said. God will not love ye forever.

The kid turned to look at him.

Don't you know he'd of took you with him? He'd of took you, boy. Like a bride to the altar."

THE DOUBLE MEANING. THE KIDS MERCY, HIS PITY. THE WAY THINGS COULD HAVE GONE SO VERY DIFFERENT WITH A SLIGHT TWITCH. OH MY GOD. IF HE HAD MESSED UP, BROWN WOULD HAVE KILLED THE KID AND THEY WOULD HAVE BLED OUT TOGETHER. AND NOBODY WOULD HELP EITHER. AND. AND. IF THE KID HADN'T JOINED IN THE FIRST PLACE, HAD NEVER MET GLANTON, NEVER JOINED UP WITH THE GANG, IF HE HAD NEVER LEFT HOME AT ALL, GOD WOULD HAVE TAKEN HIM. GOD WOULD HAVE TAKEN THIS DECENT YOUNG MAN WHO WOULD HAVE BEEN WITHOUT SIN. BUT THE KID RAN FROM HIS FATHERS HOME AND HE MET THE JUDGE AND HE MET GLANTON AND HE JOINED UP AND ITS TOO LATE. THE DESERT IS NOT HIS PLACE, THE GANG IS NOT HIS FAMILY, THESE SINS ARE NOT MEANT FOR HIM TO REVEL IN. BUT HE IS HERE, GODS LOVE FOR THE KID IS RUNNING LOW, AND IT IS NEARLY TOO LATE. THE. THE. JESUS CHRIST. gughhf okay I'm done thx for reading the ramblings of a madman.

#blood meridian #srry the quote is long i just wanted yall to have all the details 😓#anyway #cant stop thinking about this thx reddit #head in hands

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 8 months

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“Glad you’re here”

Summery: Kevin needs some comfort one day and you reassure him. a long chat right next to you is just what he knows he needed. thats great, but somehow it leads to him in your bed and your mouth on his. you know... cause you know... you really wanna make sure he knows his worth and how much you love every part of him. oops I guess approximately a 40 min read

a/n: idk what this is man. Tumblr wouldn't let me post a longer than like two sentence post and so it's a little late. I had a dream about something like this happening like months back and now it's finally come to life! or.... not really to life but life enough lol I told one of my moots on here about the dream and she said "that's perfect fic inspo" so here we are. at this point I can't remember if the smut part was in my dream but oh well I aint complaining. I don't know if this is any good cause I haven't written smut in a minute but pleas enjoy and let me know if y'all have any hard thots or future fic suggestions. (it was so exiting when I got my first request you have no idea I felt like real writer who people actually enjoy content from and not much could top that feeling ya know) I probably won't get to them for a month lmao but still id love to hear them!

warnings/info: cursing, Kevin had a bad week, comfort, reader and Kevin’s type of relationship is never specified in this fic if that’s makes sense, kissing, smut, low key body worship, like a little bit toward Kevin from reader, oral sex (reader receiving), also Kevin fingers reader, reader is afab when it comes to smut but is gn otherwise, mentions of having to go get a condom but no sex is described, think that’s it! misspelled words and incoherentness im sure, ill fix them soon, Pls lemme know if there’s anything these

THIS IS SMUT SO MINORS DNI AND FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD HAVE AN AGE INDICATOR IN YOUR BLOG SAYING YOURE NOT A MINOR SO I DONT HAVE TO BLOCK YOU! ID HATE TO BLOCK SOMEONE WHO DOESNT NEED TO BE BLOCKED thx

~this is simply a piece of fiction. my imagination onto "paper." this is in no way meant to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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a familiar knock on your door brings you out of the daze you once were in. For once you weren’t doing anything. Comfort flowing through your veins as you relaxed. You weren’t expecting anyone…. You glance at your phone to see Kevin’s profile picture pop up. A candid photo you took of him while he was laughing at something or the other on a Ferris wheel when you two were just friends. The message simply said “hey it’s me” weirdly dry and weirdly simple coming from him. but your heart still leaped for joy out of you chest when you read it. Somehow more peacefulness coming over you as you walked to let him in, though you were scared something was wrong.

you swing open the front door, still halfway looking at your phone. I mean, if you had a cute picture of him that was at your disposal at all times in your phone, you'd be looking at it still too. it was one of those pictures were only you could see. something for your eyes only... that sentiment seemed to be a running theme in your relationship. not that you minded, though. you welcomed it. relished in the feeling of being so damn close to him.

you don't even get to let out a word before his arms are around you, his head is in your stomach, and his heavy breath his flattening out your shirts wrinkles. he's on his knees as first but when he gets up you stumble backward further into your place, shutting the door with your foot. he steps back, half to regain his composer he lost the second he saw you worried about him, and half because he realized he was probably too forward. he kicks off his shoes and before you know it you can hear little quiet sniffs coming from the man.

"you good?" you ask, even though you knew that he wasn't.

he peels his face off your shirt as you tuck your phone into your back pocket so as to not have any distractions. you wanted, no needed to be fully there right now. completely zeroed in on him and whatever he needed. In a flash it was like a full 360 realization came onto Kevin. In a flash he's pulling away from you and trying to compose himself. "God, im sorry. I-I didn't mean for my visit to turn out like this." he just wanted to see your face, talk a little bit, not to break down the second he saw you. His eyes dart around as he plays with his own fingers.

You take his hand, guiding him to sit down where you previously were. and god does he really want to scoot himself as close as physically possible to you. but he doesn't want to come off too strong, or like he was needy or anything. but now he's sitting here in arms reach of you and he's nearly screaming inside for you to pull him closer. "Don't be sorry. I’m glad you’re here.” you tell him, softly but firmly. it was more than that thought, and he took the opportunity you'd given him to tell you why he was upset. "I dunno, it wasn't one big thing or anything. but sometimes... sometimes I feel like im too much, you know? or that im not doing enough all at once. But hat probably doesn't make any sense though. kinda stupid, right?" your eyebrows creased together like you were asking what the hell he meant.

Over the course of the better part of an hour he tried so so so damn hard to explain to you what he was feeling and why he thought his entire body felt like it was aching because of it. You listened for a while until you got up to bring the both of you a snack cause he looked a little hungry. he wanted to stay close to you, though, so he followed you to where you kept your snacks and back. and though he was siglent on your short walk, you could almost feel the heaviness that was within him. it seemed to seep through his pores and straight into the air. but you still listened to him, trying to put in what you thought when he needed it.

through broken sobs and quivering lips he had to bite to stop from betraying himself and what he was feeling, he stoped abruptly. "...Like right now." he said simply. "What do you mean?" You prompted. "Are you..." he needed to collect his thoughts and pick himself up, now. "Are you embarrassed of me?" You crained your neck forward, as if you somehow hadn't heard him properly and your ears had tricked you into thinking he had said what you thought he had. "um excuse me? yeah, im gonna need an explanation." you chuckled. and he couldn't help but smile along with your slight laughter. it was infectious. he didn't know why but it seemed like whatever you where feeling he started to as well.

"So far you've spent at least thirty minutes here with men trying to help me." you said. but you still weren't understanding. that was just something you'd do for him. as he'd readily do for you. it came as sedan nature to the both of you and you liked it that way. how you both were so close that either of you could just drop whatever you were doing and help the other. "Does that not seem bad to you?" you simply shook her head. "I had a dream that you were embarrassed of me and how...." he searched for the right words, "you know, needy I can get. And I know it was just s stupid dream, ok? But then I actually started thinking about it." scenes flashed through his mind, burried deep into his heart of all the times you've cared for him. whenever he's feeling insecure and he either came to you about it, or you noticed it, you helped him out of his rut. All the times he's felt sick you've rubbed his back and brought him a cold compress and Vix vapor rub. and sure, he's done these things for you as well... but right now it seemed like he was all the work and you just had to pick up his pieces.

he hated the feeling of causing you so much trouble. and he knew what you would say, too. that "oh no you're not. you need to stop thinking that way about yourself." and he knew it did. he really did know that. but what he also knew was who it seemed like he was acting. no, how he was acting. he wasn't coming to you for every single little thing but sometimes it felt too close to it for his comfort. and not only thing, but, though he knows how you've told him a million times that he's welcome and encouraged to talk things out with you or even just ask for some comfort, he's also well aware how much he's been doing it this past month.

How was it not driving you nuts already? it was sure making him pace around his living room thinking and hoping that you weren't mad at him for it. And he had tried to hold out, ok? he really did today. But then he started thinking about how you probably felt a little suffocated by his latest actions and how it portably looked to outsiders and it made him get all up in his head and that made him only want to come over more. eventually, though, he broke and now here he was feeling bad about even being here.

"you look guilty." you note. "that's cause I am." he admitted, "im sorry that its probably a little weird me coming over like this. or at least me calling you for like an hour because of these things." he swallows thickly, looking at his swinging feet, unable to stop their moving by the floor. you were about to say something but he grasped your hand, blinking a few times and you know you should just let him talk for now. "Is this not embarrassing to you? like, when you talk to people how the hell do you even mention me doing this? I wouldn't blame you if you don't.... you just, seem so happy even when im acting like an actual wreck and y-youre not tired of it? or ashamed? or--" you pull him into your chest, leaning back and bit and letting him fall into a half laying down position, wanting him to be more relaxed.

"you do this for me too, you know?"

"Yeah, but im not the now showing up and the others door like a mess right now. making you take time out of--"

"yeah, but..." you trail off for a moment as he lifts his head up to look you in the eyes. His dark soft hair is sticking up, almost comically, from you pulling at his. more massaging his scalp than anything though, but by the way you gently tugged at his strands he seemed to melt into you easier. "that's what the both of us are here for, no?" you feel him nod into your chest and your small laughter from it causes a vibration to go through your upper chest where he lays his head and into it. you take a deep breath, spurring him to do the same. and for some reason, it really calmed him. air filling his lungs along with you, it felt-- at least to him, that it connected the two of you. releasing, but really it felt like releasing all the negitivity and heaviness that weighed him down. stuck to him like a sickness, and felt like a glue on his lungs that made it hard to breath.

but now, with a clearer head, he listened to you. listened when you said there was no place you'd rather be than with him right now. listened when you told him that no, he's not embarrassing just because he has feelings and lets them out. and he even listened when you told him you're proud of him for still coming to you to talk it out. you wiped the tears from his cheeks with your thumbs and ran your hands through his hair so much it stuck up almost like from electricity. and among talking about other things, the day grew along side the both of you and your chatting. eventually his mind was eased and now taken off of what was bothering him.

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He wondered how you could even do that, as he lay practically on top of you, wanting to fuse your skin together if he could just to get impossibly closer.

He leans in to whisper in your ear, “please. I-I I really need you closer” you look down at your bodies practically fused together, him basically on top of you, chest to chest and his warm nose, reddening from crying pressed into the crook of your neck. Puffs of air from his heavy breaths tickle your skin and you can’t help but smile as you pull him closer. “We’re already so close, Kev” but really, you knew what he meant. You felt it, too. His hardening dick pressing against your thigh. You could tell he’s trying to be inconspicuous about it, scooting away but you just pull him closer, fingers slicking around his back, thumb padding against his spine.

but you can feel him shiver against you. and not in the typical "I feel so good im practicluy purring" type of way. "You cold?" You ask. Though you know he wasn’t. The sound of him moving further on top of you come to your ears before his voice does. “You made me feel so good.” His face presses further into you neck, pressing a kiss into your rapid pulse. “I wanna make you feel good too… that ok?” You didn’t even need think about it before you nod.

a second later you're in your bed and he's laying on top of you just like before.

He keeps kissing at your neck. the pecks getting longer and more sloppy as the hand ticks on the clock, the only other soul in the room with you. he pulls you up with him so he can circle his hands around your back as yours travel under his shirt, riding it up and feeling his bare skin like it was second nature to you, but exploring like it was new to you all the while. a small smile graced his face and pulls his lips upwards ad he closes his eyes and just feels. feels your fingers on him and relishes it. his lips detach from your neck when he feels you on his lower abdomen. god he really looses his focus too quickly.

But how could he not with you, you and all your splendid glory right in front of him, feeling him up and now slipping your hands underneath the waistband of his pants, making him see stars when you start rubbing his hip bones. it made him get all tangled up in the moment it doesn't even register how you start laying him down. and at this point he doesn't really care as you capture his lips in a searing kiss that leaves the both of you feeling woozy. "open your eyes." you purswade gently. he does so, only for him to tug at the hem of your shirt. "Please," he sounds way too whiney and out of breath for the little that you have done, but he can't help it, getting a little ovewelmed by the thought and look of you, "I need more." you sit up on him, legs swung over either side of him and already dripping heat right above his.

You toss your shirt to the side and within a millisecond he's pulling you back down to him, wanting and needing to feel you on him. your chest presses against his and even though you're still wearing a bra he feels like he's in heaven. and "more" is what you start to give him; kissing down his body and telling him everything you love about him. starting with his shoulders, "you carry so much weight, mediforecly but still. Iove that bout you; how you're so willing to help shoulder a burden." you look up at him for a second, taking a break from just mumbling against his skin, "It also helps how they're so nice looking too. Gorgeous." you move to his chest, "I love you chest, know why?" he shakes his head, "its where one of the few biggest hearts I know is kept." you kiss right by where his heart is, hearing it beat rapidly under his burning hot skin. you go a bit further down his torso to his lungs, "these help you take deep breaths to calm down. im happy when you're calm so I love them." his eyes squint in a smile form your words

but suddenly he realizes as you start to kiss your way further down that-- “This is supposed to be about me making you feel good.” He pulls you up to his lips into a searing kiss that your body can't help but freeze in place from. his hips snap up into yours and you let out a surprised groan from the feeling. the pants you were wearing were thin, but still too much of a barrier from him. he stays underneath you, but now he's a bit more in control, wanting to make you feel above and beyond the love and want and all around good feeling you made him have all up until a moment ago. he sits up and his hands brush up and down your bare back, landing at your hips and keeping them there.

he just wants more. more more more until the both of you bursts. his mouth moves against yours in a way that made you think he was a dream. he sensed it too. and he only wanted to build on that feeling. he moves down to your collarbone and he has to tare himself away so as to not leave a hicky. he has to suppress a loud moan when you start moving your hips on him, grinding on his dick. he grips your hips tighter, thumbs pressing into your sides and the both of you parting lips just for a minute to look deep into each others eyes. he's knows that stare on you, though. a look of longing he wants noting more than to satisfy.

His hand hand travels down your torso to palm your throbbing core needing attention. the heel of his palm rubbing at your clit while his lingers work on your interance. even through the clothes you can't help but sigh in pleasure from his actions. Eventually you just can't take it anymore and you start humping his hand, wanting to realize but also not wanting to peel yourself away for more than a moment to take off your bottoms. under you, Kevin, hard as ever now, let out a whine into your mouth at your lust for him. it seemed like you no only had one thing on your mind and he loved it, chased after that need you felt and tried to expound on it.

you break away from him a moment later though cause, fuck this really isn't getting me anywhere. And help him tug his shirt up and over his head he complies it in his hand and puts it to the side to be long forgotten as you link your hands behind his neck and lean back with him as he chases your lips. he smiles into the kiss and it makes you do the same; a quite moment that wasn't ruined by him gently pulling at the waist band of your bottoms in question and you nodding against him. "oh yes please," you breath out, almost relieved, "I have to have you. thought you'd never ask." your tilt your head back, though you're not quite sure what for until he plants another open mouthed kiss on your sweet spot and you feel like blushing and moaning at the same time.

"Me too," he admits In your ear almost as a whisper, a secret only the two of you were able to share. "I wan-- need you closer." his fingers dance down, down, down, until he finds the wet patch you've made on your underwear. God he fucking needs it on his face, tasting you, smelling you, feeling you around him. better yet, why not get it straight from the source? damn it now he needs you on his face too. all the while he's rubbing you just how he knows youll shiver with pleasure and writhe on top of him, you're eyes are closed. and now thinking of it... and wanting you to know about it, makes him get a little bit bolder. "eyes on me, darling," he mimicked what you had said to him earlier. except this one was less commanding. he starts rubbing faster on your clit, making you pull him closer.

he can't take it anymore; with his free hand he begins to palm himself over his pants "I need you to see how you make me feel." you open your eyes to see the erotic sight right in front of you. his head thrown back and stroking himself over his sweats. you can tell he doesn't know what to make or do with himself. and to be completely honestly neither do you. his tongue is poking out to wet his lips as a high pitched keen meets your ears.

He feels like he really does need to-- need to show you how hard you make him. how else is he supposed to help you to understand all that he wants you to right now? You scoot his hand out of the way and replace it with your own "do I get you like this?" he presses his lips together and nods, barely able to form words with your hand moving on him now. "mmhm only you." the confession made you smile but you weren't able to continue the moment when he shifts so that you drop your hand and lay down further. "remember? you." he chuckles. he returns his hands to your heat, you tugging down your bottoms in the process.

Now that he sees you clad in just your underwear and bra, he can't help but crawl back up to eye level and give a quick peck to your lips. it was too fucking sweet to describe. with a cute smile pulling at his lips, he backs up and his fingers return to pleasure you. your underwear was sticking to your pussy uncomfortably now, wet patch now more visible. and as much as he wanted to tease you more, he also knew what you needed. he rolls down your underwear just as he would any other time. that was one of the things you loved about him, you thought as he dips his fingers into your wetness, testing the waters. you didn't know he was going to come over, you deffintly didn't know that it was going to turn into this. it wasnt like you wore anything special and dressed up, but he still loved it all. noticed was amiss, noting changed.

that was one of the reasons why you didn't mind having to spend so much time comforting him. cause he does the same for you an no matter if you dressed up or not he still gave you what you needed, not just sexually but in general. so of course you'd treat him the same way.

You make a sound of pleasure and now he's hooked, chasing more form you. dropping his entire body down further, he comes face to face with your glistening cunt. the fact that he made you like this-- god can barely think because of it. he takes an experimental lick up your folds and holds his tongue at your clit, putting hot, wet, and steady pressure on it. the muscle moves a bit more, kitten licking at your hole, sucking at your clit, and doing all the things that makes you wanna combust.

his tongue goes in and out, poking inside your gummy walls. and he feels like he's in heaven with you right now. He can barely handle it as he feels you clench around noting and you whisper out his name over and over again, pulling at his hair, tighter than before, bringing him impossibly closer. he grasps your hips to pull your up and even closer. the new angle hitting just right you can't help my moan. "fuck-- I-- I need--" you don't even know what you need at this point you just want more of this, more of him. He's eating you like a starved man, already drunk on how you taste on his tongue, wanting more.

While his tongue works on in between your folds his nose is getting wet bumping at your clit. His hands on your hips makes it perfect to grind on his face. but he doesn't mind, invites it, actually. He just holds out his tongue and lets you grind your way dangerously close to your high. He starts to move along with you, matching your movements as his dick twitches in his pants. the added pressure is just what you needed to go over the edge. you start to slow your movements on him, him picking up the pace so to help you ride it out. his hips rock into the mattress, wanting and needing to feel more. you're sounds proving to be too much without himself feeling something. You're moaning and groaning and whining along with him against you as you feel pure euphoria rush through you like a wave of perfection.

You try to even out your breath as he rubs at your hip bones, sitting up to keep himself from grinding on the bed, he can already tell he's not gonna last long enough to have you later too. "You--" you don't even know what to say as he brings you up with him, you know sitting on his thigh and you don't know if you can take it anymore. neither can he, seeing you cum-- it took everything in him not to follow along with you. he can't help but thrust his hardness up, barely feeling you in the end but he needs something, anything. just the thought of himself feeling your slick on his cock. that's all he needs, really; your wetness on him. he just needs to feel it. so he keeps going, angling his thrusts towards your pussy. he fucks himself into you, needing to feel you on him.

he locks his lips on yours as you rut yourself on his thigh. your fingers that were in his hair unties his pants and inches them down enough so that he get thrust up, getting his tip wet through one less layer. The feeling makes him press his lips harder on yours. he whines into your mouth and you don think you've ever heard a sound prettier. his hands are griping your hips, traveling to your back to bring you closer. you're grinding on his thigh as he tries to grind onto yours, the slick that travailed down your thigh making it easy to slide, rubbing up and down, his mind blank.

he's almost looses sight again with his lips moving in sync with yours. He breaks the kiss to watch his own hand go down to capture your release on them, fucking it back into you when you urge him to hurry up. he curls his fingers right where you want him to, pumping them in and out at the same pace he was thrusting into your thigh. you had just came so the feeling was ten times stronger than before. He senses what you're feeling and pecks your lips one more time before driving his fingers back into your heat. "give me one more? please I know you can." he nearly pleads with you.

You hump his palm, chasing your own high. a slow and intimate grind but enough to get you what you want and need. he feels woozy because of the feeling of your cream lathering up his fingers and forming a ring around the base, now dripping onto his palm as he watches his fingers roll in and out. a moment later and you're releasing all over his hand, his whining while he humps your leg taking it to a whole new level as you moan out in pleasure. and now he's rubbing the slick you've given him back into your pussy

your lips are back on his in an instant, unable to stay away for long after the leg shaking orgasm he gave you. he looks down at his boner. not realizing he had cum along with your with his release making a wet patch all on the front of his boxers. "you're still hard?" you chuckle. "For you? always." he smiles, more of a smirk than anything, back at you. breathing heavy and labored and eyes squinted.

"Do you have a condom?" he asks, half actually asking and half wondering aloud if you wanted to go any further, "I don't think I can keep on seeing you look so perfect without doing anything about it any longer." he wonders if he's even making sense. but when you peck his lips and reach over to your nightstand. he freezes, but he's back to life in a second when you turn to him with one.

“aren’t you glad you’re here?” You laugh, “you get to share you feelings and we get to have each other.”

He’s sure the way you said it must be a joke I’m some way but yeah, he's really glad he came over.

~end~

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Could you do eddiexplus size reader where her Hellfire shirt was already very tight but it was summer and she gained some more weight and now it would just be obscene to wear it so she has to ask for a bigger one when they’re back at school and she feels ready to die of shame and embarrassment and is seriously considering just quitting Hellfire instead? Maybe she tries to? And of course Eddie is having none of that bullshit. And maybe he’s a little into the weight and the tight shirts. 😳 thx

Hmm sure. I kinda did something like this before in my series. But I can definitely do a different take

Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

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Ope.

One shot

Warning: body insecurities and language, mentions of menstrual cycle. Not proof read and no word count

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"Son of a bitch. What the fuck?" You said under your breath.

You were trying to put on your Hellfire shirt getting ready for the first day back at school. It was a Friday and you were excited for the continuation of The Cult of Vecna Eddie had started over the summer.

But a summer filled with countless overnights at the local dinner and home cooked meals 3 times a day wrecked havoc on your body. It didn't help that you had a slow metabolism and a refusal to work out. That summer you had added extra poundage to your already over weighted self. And things didn’t seem to get better. But this day was made worst by your irrational thoughts that made their way through your head. So fat, hungry and dealing with your menzies was the worst way to start school. But the cherry on the top of this shit sundae was now your Hellfire shirt fit way too tight for your liking. But you had to wear it. Eddie would have given you so much shit if you didn't. Your good friend for the past 7 years was actually a really nice person. But when it came to Hellfire he had absolutely no mercy. And to make matters worse he was already on edge from not graduating for the second time this year.

His was two grades ahead of you. But now you were 18 and doing your senior year with him. Honestly it made you happy because he was super cool to hang out with. Definitely not this crazed freak that everyone made him out to be. You liked him. But you didn't know how much you liked him until that summer. Sure you guys were just friends. But something happened then you did not expect.

You were hanging out in his room. You sat on his bed reading his copy of The Silmarillion while he strummed his guitar. You started to cry at The Battle of Sudden Flames. Your sniffles brought Eddies attention to you.

" Ahh The Battle of Sudden Flames huh?"

You nodded.

" I don't know why you cry every time you read it. It was so fucking epic." Eddie said while putting his guitar up and sitting back down. This time next to you.

" It's because they were defeated" You whimpered.

" Yeah but you know how the story ends. You've read it as much as I have."

" I know it just gets me every time." You frowned

That's when he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him.

" It's ok sweetheart. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. Just keep reading. When you get to The Fellowship you will be alright."

You had a sudden feeling of nervousness when he held you. You blushed for the first time when he called you sweetheart. He's called you that many times before and it never had an effect on you until now. What ever it was that was causing you to feel this way towards him didn't matter now. You liked Eddie.

So while trying your best to get as comfortable as you could in the restricted shirt you pulled on a hoodie. You looked like a busted can of biscuits. Shaking your head you decided to not take off your sweater for the rest of the day.

It was extremely hot during lunch and you wanted to take it off but the embarrassment of having your friends see you kept you from it. Eddie was looking at you from across the table. You couldn’t meet his gaze. His eyes always felt like they were piercing your soul. You couldn’t help your knee from bouncing under the table. You just wanted to leave. Quit Hellfire and make new friends. But lost in your thoughts Eddie threw a pretzel at you. You picked it up and looked at him. His smirk made your heart stop. You pressed your lips and looked down at your tray. Placing the pretzel on it.

When the bell rang you hurried out of the cafeteria not wait for Eddie like you normally did, to walk to the class you had together. But instead of going to class you went out into the football field and sat on the bleachers. You watched as the kids in P.E ran laps around the track.

"Hey sweetheart." Eddie voice made you jump.

You looked at him from behind. He held out his hands to let you know he didn't mean to scare you. You turned back to look at the field.

" What's up with you today?" He said sitting next to you.

Your knee continued to bounce but Eddie's big hand rested on it and made you calm down. His calloused fingers grazed your exposed skin from the hole that was in your jeans. You're heart began to race. Your face became insanely hot. You wanted him to touch you lower. But Eddie's voice brought your attention back to him.

" y/n what's up?"

You swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Eddie I don't think I want to be a part of the club anymore."

"What?!" He said standing up and making his way in front of you, stepping down a bench to level his sight with yours.

"I uhh don't have time for it this year." You tried pleading with him to believe you.

"Like hell you do! You’re not quitting. It's the fucking Cult of Vecna. You can't just quit!" His voice was raised and his arms were crossed. The sound of his voice echoed in the small stadium. Bring the attention of the kids running toward you two.

" Eddie I just can't." You hung your head as your eyes swelled with tears.

Eddie sat next to you again and put his hand around your waist squeeze your love handle. You tried to move away but he kept you there.

" What's going on y/n? Just tell me...or I will never let you come over and read my copies of J.R.R Tolkien again."

You chuckled. " Eddie I can just get them out of the library."

"No you won’t, because I will check them all out before you can."

You could feel him smirking. After a while you asked him if it was possible if you could get another shirt. He agreed and instead of going back to finish school he drove you to his trailer.

You sat on his couch while he went to look for an extra hellfire shirt for you. After a few minutes he returned.

" Uhh I think this should work." He said tossing the shirt at you.

He went to get something to snack on and when he turned around you were just pulling off your hoodie. You met his gaze. He had his mouth open and his eyes were fixed on your torso.

You instantly put your arms around your stomach and chest and looked at the floor out of embarrassment.

"Holy shit! You're so hot."

Eddie's words made you look up.

" I mean fuck you've always be gorgeous but man. You just look ...damn!"

" Wait what?" You were confused.

He put down his bag of chips and came towards you. Pulling your arms away from your body. He furrowed his brow shaking his head. Looking you up and down.

" Maybe it's best that you do get a bigger shirt. Wouldn't want the kiddos all worked up over you."

"Eddie? "

He finally met your eyes and smiled and tilted his head to the side." Don't tell me you don't know."

Your silence made him realize you really didn't. He pulled you closer to him. Putting your arms around his neck while he held onto your waist.

" Do you really think I let just any girl come here? Or ever wonder why you're the only girl I hang out with?"

" umm because we’re friends." You said

" No we are not. We are so much more than that." He said moving his face closer to yours. Lips only inches apart.

"Eddie you like me?"

He nodded while grinning.

That was all you needed to see. You pushed your lips to his. After a while you pulled away. Laughing and smiling.

"Common" Eddie said nudging his head towards his room.

You pulled away from him and shook your head. His face fell.

" No no. God no Eddie. I want to. I really do. It's just....it’s um shark week." You blushed at your confession.

He let out a cackle. " Do you really think a little bit of blood scares me?"

" First of all....Gross... second of all, I'm not just gonna sleep with you and then act like nothing happened and go back to normal."

" what do you mean back to normal? You think I just want sex?" He questioned

" What do you want?"

He smirked again. "I want you to be my girlfriend silly. Liked you since you joined Hellfire."

" Seriously? Why didn't you say anything?"

" I uhhh wasn't sure if you wanted too." He stammered.

You made your way to him and kissed him again. " Oh I want to Munson."

He smiled and tried to pull you onto his room.

You resisted. " Nope. If you really do like me then you're gonna have to wait."

He pouted but you didn't give in.

" Alright. So...would you like to go out on a date with me?"

You gave him a cheeky smile. " Where are we going?"

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