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lazyneonrabbitt · 9 months ago

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Daryl Dixon x Reader

Requested : "Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?" EDIT: I saw this same request being written by another writer and I want to say, don't send multiple writers the same exact request. I find this super disrespectful.

This one took some turns of its own while writing, I hope it's to your liking!!

When his group first came to the community you were excited. Finally you'd have a real huntsman around to share experiences with, you had missed it so bad.

Before the fall your family owned a shop, your father a butcher and your mother a taxidermist. You and your siblings learned every skill from hunting to skinning, prepping and using each part of the animal so none would go to waste. You hadn't hunted in so long, you weren't sure if you still could hunt succesfully. Even now you'd donate large, strong antlers and bones to the blacksmith in Hilltop to use in weaponmaking. You donated the furs you didn't fashion into items yourself to the seamstresses and prepped each type of meat for meals.

But somehow the new hunter didn't take the shared interests as something positive.

He brought you animals, yes. But never without throwing a judgy look around your workplace. Even when he came in with someone else who'd compliment your clean work he'd only scoff, dump his kills and head back out.

"Sheesh, what crawled up his ass?" The large moustached man laughed. You only shrugged as you lugged the deer behind your counter. "Hell if I know. Ain't digging it out tho. He seems to be doing okay with everyone except for me.." You returned the laugh while the man who's name slipped your mind helped you put the deer on your workbench, only to quickly drop the fake smile and leaning against your workbench.

You thanked him with a sigh and he gave you that look that told you to spill your thoughts.

"Fine. It sucks he's so weird. It'd be awesome to have a partner to do all of this with and to go hunt with." You busied yourself sharpening yuour knives, clearly still annoyed by the whole ordeal. "And..?" The long winded drawl made you roll your eyes at the man's persistance.

"And he's drop dead gorgeous, okay? There. I said it. I have a crush on the man. Happy no-- Ah fuck!" Your knife hit the floor with a clatter as you grabbed at your bleeding hand.

"Alright, up and out withya. To the doc we go." You were led to the infirmary and passed the source of your annoyance on the way.

Not that you were listening, but you still caught his voice in passing. "Damn folk 'ere don't know how ta do shit." You caught his glance in your direction and if you weren't busy keeping yourself from bleeding out you'd confront him.

It was a clear message that you weren't allowed to use the injured hand for your work and risk pulling the stitches, and honestly it just hurt too much to do anything with it. It sucked even more than having to leave your old home behind. There were people counting on your work so they'd have food.

It didn't stop you from going to work and doing as much as you could one-handed. You got there extra early to make up for the extra rime everything would take now, and by the time you'd normally open you found Deanna on your steps, greeting you with her usual smile. "I knew you'd be here stil working, but I brought someone to help until your hand is better. You shouldn't be overworking yourself."

As quick as she had entered she had left again as well, leaving you with your new work companion.

The hunter.

"Good morning." You gave him the kindest smile you could, but were only given a grunt in return as he tossed a bundle of tied up small game on your desk, rounded the corner and fished for a knife to start taking them apart.

Besides you explaining where to put all the different parts of the animal you two barely spoke, until the snap of bone pulled you away from your focused work of skinning yesterday's deer. "The hell?" You turned around to go see what he was up to.

"What are you breaking bones for?" His station was a mess, he pointed at the difficult point he was cuting along. "Easier ta reach without the bone in the way." Without even looking he continued. "Ya should know tha'. Damn city girl doin' mah work."

Again with his snarky comments. You shrugged it off and went back to your own station. Yiur bkood bloiled but you weren't gonna let him get to you, you had work to get done. "Try not to do that, we can still use the bones if you keep them whole."

You tried so hard to focus on your work, skinning the deer with only one functional hand was so difficult and even though you were having extremely conflicted feelings about it you still had to ask him for help.

"Can I borrow your hands for a minute? Can't do this on my own."

You held the large deer up and moved it as Daryl cut away the skin in the most choppy manner, creating a clear line where you stopped and he started. "Can you please work a bit mote delicate? That's gonna take me ages to clean up." You huffed from keeping the deer in place, but also annoyance. Why didn't he work like a hunter? He must know the code, right?

"Why're ya so on mah ass 'bout how I work? Gon' toss it out anyways. Just need the meat, tha's it." He got snappy at the end and you just stared at him, anger clear in your eyes. "Seriously?"

You let go of the deer and stepped away from the counter. "You're sent to MY shop. To help me because I happen to fuck up my hand for the first time ever since I got here years ago and all you can do is talk shit about me?" The knife that laid on the desk before now in your good hand and pointed at his chest. "God I can't believe I even fell for your hunting woodsman charms. You're just an asshole who doesn't give a shit about these animals or the hunter's code." With a clatter the knife hit the floor as you tossed it to the side with shaking hands.

"Get the fuck out of my shop and go find me someone who cares." With angry steps you turned around and headed out of the room, needing a break to gather yourself first if you wanted to get anything else done.

Now alone in the workstation, Daryl snatched up his catch from this morning and headed out.

"You did what? Pookie you gotta listen to the girl." Carol sat down next to him and snatched the cigarette from his fingers. "You know you disrespected her life's work by now following her rules in her own shop, right?"

"I'on get why tha's even important anymore. We gotta eat, tha's all." Daryl's annoyed grumbles did nothing good it seemed as Carol continued to scold him like he was a child. "Did you for one second maybe think this work is all she has left to hold onto her old world self?"

"Cept this ain't the old world no more. She's waistin' time doin' all tha extra shit."

Carol was up and at the front door by now, putting out the cigarette in one of many ashtrays there. "Alright, up with you. You're apologizing with me right now."

The two took off to your shop but found no one there. Daryl's half finished rabbit still out in the open on the table while the deer was gone. "Ain't here. I'll head back tomorro--"

"No we're not. I know where she lives, come on." Carol practically pulled him along on the way to your place despite Daryl's protests.

You were working in your basement area when you heard a knock on the front door. "Come in!" Everyone who came to your place knew the door was unlocked and was free to come and find you, seeing you were either cooking, working on lounging when you kept the front door open.

"Hey, it's Carol! Heard about your hand, need some help around the house?" She needed an excuse to get an answer and find out where you were, so when you called back she knew to head downstairs.

Meanwhile Daryl just stared around to keep his mind busy. He found rabbit skins from prey he brought in wrapped around a pair of boots. He recognized the fur seeing it was a rare color. Further into your livingroom there was a deer pelt draped over the back of your couch. Also caught by him. The white spots over the back had one small flaw from where his bolt had struck right on a white dot. He remembered being proud of his aim for a minute that day.

"Daryl, come on." Carol's whisper-yell had him roll his eyes and as he passed your coatrack he noticed the hooks were all antler parts and the knives laying in the basket on the hallway table had bone handles.

So that's why you were so angry when he snapped the rabbit's leg and skinned the deer so carelessly. You did really use everything.

The two walked down the stairs to your workshop, Carol up front with Daryl following.

"Oh wow," Carol's exclaimation had you laugh. "Yeah, I get that a lot." You stood with your back turned, struggling to hang a piece of skin.

"Here, lemme help ya." Daryl's gruff voice was suddenly right behind you and you spooked, letting go of the pelt but Daryl caught it just in time, draping it over the wire. "Like tha?" His hands stayed up there and adjusted it to your liking, having stepped back to watch him and give Carol a questioning look. She just shrugged and gestured at the man who was again staring around the room. "What brings you here?"

Daryl looked at everything except you, he knew he'd lose all ability to speak if he did. Hell, he already had a difficulty getting his words out now seeing how wrong he was for not listening to you. "Came ta say sorry." He stared at the basket of furs labeled 'Donate'. "Shoulda known better than ta get angry. 'N I get why ya work thr way ya do now." Next to the basket sat a crate filled with thick, sturdy bones labeled 'blacksmith'.

You nodded and gave him an option. "Come back to the shop tomorrow. I'll have tou clean up that deer skin you almost ruined and you're following my teachings. I'll forgive you for wasting the rabbit."

Daryl chewed at his thumb, the other hand stuffed in his pocket and fidgeting with the fabric inside. "Yeah, alright." He nodded and looked over at Carol who had the brightest smile on her face. One that screamed victory.

"We'll get out of your hair, I'll bring by some lunch tomorrow at your shop." Carol waved on her way up, and just as Daryl was about to follow her you quickly spun around to grab something. "Oh, here." You held out a thin knife wrapped in leather, a small engraving of Hilltop's blacksmith on the handle. "I saw you took the rabbits, so if you haven't prepped them yet you can try this one. They're great for smaller animals."

He stumbled over his thanks as he accepted the knife and quickly headed out after Carol.

You were back at work early the next morning, painkillers and a small breakfast in your system already and hoping to finish that damn deer. It still proved a challenge to get it from the cooler onto the workbench but you managed eventually, just before Daryl came in.

"Mornin'." Hid gruff voice sounded through the workplace as he rounded the corner and placed the knife from yesterday on the table. "Thanks fer lettin' me borrow it. Worked like a charm."

You picked up the knife and held it out to him again, only to recieve a questioning grunt in return. "It was a gift. To keep."

Daryl never got gifts. Everything he had was scavenged and well taken care of for longer use these days. It felt weird to keep it but he thanked you again and pocketed it.

Meanwhile you had grabbed the deer skin and laid it out where he'd be working. "Look here, I'll show you how to clean this up and you'll go fix the rest, okay? It'll take a while but it'll be worth it." Daryl stepped up to you and observed the way you took the knife to the uneven spots of skin and carefully smoothed it all out. The precision in your work was impressive to say the least. "How long've ya been doin' this?"

You dropped a cut off piece of meat into a plastic container and thought back to the old world. "I guess ever since my parents thought I was old enough to handle knives." You held the tool out to the hunter and watched him take it from you. "Your turn. I'll be hopefully finishing that deer so just ask whatever, whenever."

You were lucky a lot of the cutting could be done onehanded, and holding back pieces was okay enough to do with your wrist or hold something down with your elbow. But now that you had all the easy access meats off and seperated you ran into a problem.

"Fuck.." You needed help. The same kind of help that had you kick him out yesterday.

"Sup? Need hands?" He was at your side in a second, waiting for your instructions.

"I need to take off the ribs but I can't." You leaned aside to point around the carcass. "If you can press down here, and there." Daryl followed your instructions and put pressure on the spots you pointed out. "Then I can take this here apart." Your movements were followed and suddenly it was way too hot in your always cold workplace. Yesterday you'd be happy if he decided thr Kingdom was a better home for him but now that he apologized and proved to better himself after your misunderstanding you were back to being the lovesick puppy Abraham had made you out to be when he brought you home after the infirmary visit.

With how Daryl held the spot clear and open you had to get close to chop through the bone and separate it all in workable bits.

"Can I take one a'those later? Michonne asked ta cook fer her kids cuz she's out 'n Carol's off ta Kingdom--" "Throw the kids an old world barbeque! I'll come help. I'm sure you're skilled in roasting over an open fire with how much you traveled." The excitement was clear in your voice, and the sudden compliments and offers of gifts and assistance had him nervously fidgeting. But thinking about having a fun experience with the kids instead of just cooking and having dinner sounded way better than his original plan, so he agreed.

"Ya got supplies ta fix tha' in half a day?"

The two of you cleaned up after finishing thr needed work and while you carried the prepped meats, Daryl had the bowl firepit on a kart together with the metal rack to hang over it. Yeah, he lived in a community now but he never guessed he'd be carrying around a whole barbeque setup like he was getting ready to throw a party in the old world. "Gotta drop by tha' house fer a sec, get Jude 'n RJ."

After he got the kids and you had everything set up Daryl got the fire started while you made a quick pantry run and dug through Daryl's kitchen for anything to add to the meals.

You brought whatever you found and set it on the side of the porch steps, keeping a path to the house cleared and sat yourself down in the front lawn as you watched uncle Daryl in action, letting the kids toss wood onto the fire and poke at it with a stick but making sure they kept their distance and wouldn't touch the hot metal.

It was heartwarming to see him laugh and have fun with them and watched him speak quetly to the kids with a finger pointed your way before the two came running towards you.

"Daryl says the fire's good for food! Can we put some on the thing?" Two pairs of big, begging eyes stared at you and saying no would be the worst so of course you allowed them, under surveillance and with an assisting hand. "Alright, pick something you wanna eat first and put it on a plate, Daryl will take it to the fire and I'l helf you put it on the rack, okay?"

A chime of "Okay!" baely left them before they were at the collection of prepared meats where you and Daryl joined them in picking.

While Daryl roasted the food over the fire you were tasked go keep the kids busy, but wirh hoe much they loved chatting about everything and anything it was an easy task.

The whole evening was fun and food and family and it reminded you of everything you missed in this new world.

Everything was good in this moment, especially when you heard a little exchange between uncle and niece.

"Uncle Daryl? Can we have more dinners with her? But also mom and aunt Carol next time." You watched Daryl look towards you for a moment before turning back to Judith. "'Course, she's teachin' me ta prepare food so we can do this with e'ryone if ya want. But!" He raised his hand and pointed at RJ, who came over to him too now. "Yer gonna be the ones askin' folk ta bring food too, so e'ryone has somethin' ta eat, 'kay?"

The two happily nodding kids proved that your time in the community just got a lot more fun.

Now, after the kids were long brought to bed you and Daryl stayed around the fire. Having taken the meat rack off and set asidr you were just relaxing and picking away at the leftovers.

"So," you started, watching the flames in front of you. "That community barbeque plan of yours, it sounded amazing especially how you brought it over to the kids. But, aren't you afraid it'll drain recources too quick?"

Daryl shrugged it off. "Maybe. But those kids'll make folks keep stuff aside fer it." The idea of those two running around the place collecting people brought a smile to his face. "'Sides, I ain't wastin' meat no more with yer lessons tha' I hope ya will keep givin' me."

Oh. He wanted to stay? At the shop? With you? You were pleasantly shocked with that news. "What? Ofcourse I'll teach you. But only of you promise to take me out hunting when my hand's okay again."

He let out a breathy laugh and nodded. "Yeah, I'd love ta have ya around."

You stretched and laid down in the grass, looking up at the night sky.

"S'gonna be fun."

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illdowhatiwantthanks · 8 months ago

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MASTERLIST

Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU)

Can You Stay?

Texts from Olivia Benson

Eyes Open

When Worlds Collide (x daughter!reader)

Alex Blake (Criminal Minds)

What You Want (18+)

Inside Your Head

Texts from Alex Blake

Haircut

Alex Cabot (Law & Order: SVU)

Alex Cabot x Reader Headcanons

After General Anesthesia

Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x Reader SFW Headcanons

What You Give

Texts from Alex Cabot (18+)

Carol Danvers (Marvel)

Forgetting

Find Your People (x sibling!reader)

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine)

A Hard Day

Just Playing

Headcanons: Coming Out to Rosa Diaz as Transmasc

Passenger Princess

A Little Lunch

Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)

N/A

Lee Harker (Longlegs)

Cocooned

The Halloween Party

Jennifer Jareau (Criminal Minds)

The Dogs

The Intruder

Fight or Flight (x daughter!reader)

Texts from Jennifer "JJ" Jareau (18+)

The Aftermath

Johanna Mason (The Hunger Games)

Home Again

Casey Novak (Law & Order: SVU)

Clueless

Someone Will See

First Time (18+)

Sunday Mornings

She Likes You Anyway

Empty House (18+)

You're Safe Now

Home for the Holidays

Take Me Out to the Ball Game (18+)

I Need You To

Your Brother's Wedding

Casey Novak x Reader Headcanons

After General Anesthesia

Panic! At the DA's Office

Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x Reader SFW Headcanons

May the Fourth Be With You

Changes

With the Crack of a Bat

Just One Kiss

Texts from Casey Novak

They Go Low

Getting Older, Too

Interrogations

When Worlds Collide

Frozen Oranges

Maggie Pierce (Grey's Anatomy)

Just as Friends

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

The Surprise Series Masterlist

Coming Out

Let Me Keep You Safe (18+)

Emily Prentiss x Reader Headcanons

Shelter from the Storm

Don't Lie to Me

Burning (18+)

Tracing You

Tiny (x daughter!reader)

Doxxed

Control (18+)

The World's Largest Box of Condoms (x daughter!reader)

Touchy (18+)

Texts from Emily Prentiss (18+)

White Fang

Arizona Robbins (Grey's Anatomy)

N/A

Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)

N/A

Amelia Shepherd (Grey's Anatomy)

Sick Call

Aces

Tea for Two

Strap Up (18+)

Postpartum (18+)

Playing It Safe (18+)

You're Mine (18+)

The R Word

Left Unsaid (18+)

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I only write for characters who are women. No men here. Sorry, folks.

I only write x reader. I don't really enjoy writing about already-existing relationships or character ships. I've done a couple of x daughter!reader and x sibling!reader fics, and I'm happy to do them, but to be honest I very much prefer romantic fics.

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Autistic readers are so welcome! I love reading and writing x autistic!reader fics!

I do feel comfortable writing about the aftermath of trauma (sexual or otherwise), most mental illnesses, etc. I enjoy a good hurt/comfort fic and, as someone who's dealt with both of the above, I know it can be very comforting to read something that makes you feel like you're cared for and safe.

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michealscorneroftheinternet · 13 days ago

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Okay time for a long mother fucking post.

Buckle up folks!

All Ask Change in Script Asks and Whether or not they are Canon to the Story/Lore!

(Will do my best to consistently update this post as we go along.)

This post will work like this:

I will go at this like a list all Asks are in order of when they were posted.

Each will have the Ask and then whether it is or isn't Canon. The link to the post with the answer will be attached to the Ask all you gotta do is click on it.

If Canon then it will be colored like so: [Canon]

If Not Canon then it will be colored like this: [Not Canon]

If in a grey area or not Change in Script related it will be colored like so: [Not Related to Change in Script]

-Ask Change in Script Part 1-

(150 Follower Special)

1. “All I aks the tv man is why, why do this, also your 'canon' self is suffering lmao”

[Canon]

2. “Hey SMG4! Do your scars hurt? I can imagine so since you just got them. Hey SMG4 crew! When 4 first got his scars, did you help him at all? Hey SMG3, do you have nightmares? Or do you not sleep at all?”

[Canon]

3. “Hey Puzzles, you got a minute? This little gremlin wanted to say hi”

[Not Canon]

4. “for mario: our fav italian , what you think of Meggy?, for mr.puzzles: you know half of the famdow wanna kiss you, right? for mr.puzzles: you still talk with ur dad? for smg4: any crushes? TuT !! thats it !, ty for answering, or dont, idk. Xoxo !!”

[Canon]

5. “I know the post said to ask the ai and I will! But also I'm curious! Who's your favorite character and how long have you been watching SMG4 and what was your first episode? :0”

[Canon to Me as a Person]

6. “Now imma ask questions to everyone! :DD Great job out there Mr. Puzzles! 5 stars! I can't wait to see what else you have planned! ^w^,, And hey, if no one else out there is, I'm rooting for ya!”

[Canon]

7. “Two questions SMG4. Are you worried about where SMG3 could be? And two. Meggy. Are you recovered from Western? No PTSD or anything? You still wearing his beanie?”

[Canon]

8. “HEY PUZZLES! DO A FLIP!”

[Not Canon]

9. “Sorry I don't have any questions, but I just wanna say I love your art style and how you draw these characters :]”

[Not Canon or Canon just sweet]

10. “Follow-up to that last ask SMG4, what was it like living with the Mario bros early on? And Mario Bros, what was it like when SMG4 lived with you? How was his recovery there? Did he have to stay at the hospital at all?”

[Canon]

11. “[🍓🌿] *ran up and hugged your oc* - I love you, which means I will hug you >:]”

[Not Canon or Canon just sweet]

12. “MICHEAL ISN'T HUMAN SEND TWEET/POS”

[Sweating Profusely]

13. “*give Mr Puzzles star stickers and a hug* :)”

[Canon]

14. “Hai! Mr puzzle you are doing great shows! But can you be in there more often I wanna see you more often in the screen! No force tho if you don’t wanna I understand keep up! ( I WANNA HUG YOU! CAN I??) Cya!! <3”

[Canon]

15. “I come with a peace offering for Puzzles: A cookie and this star to go with it. 🍪 🌟”

[Canon]

16. “Hello! I am the Creator Anon. I am a creature of… well, I shouldn’t say ‘divine’, because that is the complete opposite of what I am. I have a request for you…”

[I don't even know what this was about]

17. “Hey SMG3, just wanting to tell you that I'm sorry you got dragged into the current mess you're in. Hope you at least find some form of way to ease out? As for you Puzzles, THINK FAST CHUCKLENUTS 💣”

[So Canon Even the Bomb]

18. “4, what did you guys fight about?”

[Canon]

19. “Soooooo When did Meggy and Tari start dating?”

[Canon]

20. “Ur canon self killed mickey mouse”

[Canon]

21. “✏️Question from Smg4: - do you treat this pink thing with something? And she doesn't feel much discomfort?”

[Canon]

22. “Miss kamilyvision: olá senhor puzzles é bom conhece você (English kamily says: hi mr puzzles it's nice meet you)”

[Not Canon but Sweet]

23. “Back with another question. Totally not a take two with th– Cut it straight, Puzzles, what do you plan to do with SMG3? >:3 Heya Meggy, you doing good lately? Aight, let's take two with Goomba Puzzles lmao- An apple to keep the doctor away from SMG4 (/j). You want? (he's fine with you saying no)”

[Canon until the last question]

24. “Now I’m curious, did 3 ever come to visit while you recovered, SMG4?”

[So Canon it hurts…]

25. “Hey Meggy! What’s your favorite thing about Tari?”

[Canon]

26. “3, you gotta hold on, the others will notice something’s up!”

[Canon and it Hurts]

27. “Mr Puzzles, you hurt SMG4. Why would you do that?! You probably watched the whole thing like the pathetic outsider you are.”

[Haha who ever asked this better pray there's a god because it's Canon]

28. “44444, you should really check on Eggdog”

[Uh oh Canon]

29. “smg3: can i have an hug?? :3 luigi: do u talk with Mario abt doing all stuff in the house?, just to know. Ur my favorite btw ! :D (blue hair girl i forgort her name): who is ur best friend?, meggy or ur ducky duck??????”

[Not Canon]

30. “Imma give this man an eggcat! her name is Eglantine, Eggy for short”

[Not sure where to put this but Eglantine will appear in future Asks with Mr. Puzzles]

31. “Mr puzzles you are truly inspiring also please sign this marriage certificate”

[NOT CANON]

32. “Heyyo Mr. Puzzles. Just wanted to ask, what is your creative process? Do you do that thing some people do, including myself, where you’re listening to music or some kind of audio and an animatic just starts forming in your head and you go from there or is it different? Also, here’s a star for ya. ⭐️”

[Canon]

33. “Can I hug the silly TV man 🥺”

[Canon]

34. “[🫀💢] - If you're watching TV...How do you eat?.. [Mr. Puzzle] [🌿🍓] - Smg4? Everything okay? Should I be worried about your wound next to your eye? <:( [Smg4] [🖤💬] -...good luck to Smg3..”

[Oh God it's like so Canon it's not funny anymore.]

35. “Okay I need to know based on that thing Puzzles said with having a mouth. Does mutherfucker even have organs? :^”

[Headcanon]

36. “Mr Puzzles, I have a question. What will you do if your plan of your failed?”

[Scarily Canon]

37. “Hello Mr puzzles”

[Uh Not Canon.]

38. “First time asking so, smg3 your deserve a hug and no one hates or ignores you. I know four is trying to find you as we speak. don't forget that. also, Mr.Puzzle, LET SMG3 GO, HE IS SO DONE WITH YOUR PLASMA TV HEAD ASS.”

[Haha Canon]

39. “Hey SMG4 are you okay so who you other friend 3”

[Canon for Important Reasons]

40. “What if my Traumatized!SMG3 AU 3 and 4 met your 3 and Mr Puzzles? (my 4 would be prolly mad at Mr Puzzles, and my 3 will looks scared, meanwhile my 4 and 3 give your 3 a hug for the pain he has been through :<) (fours on the left side of Meggy, three's on the right side)”

[Not Canon]

41. “Love your AU and Love everything about it!Questions for Three and Tari Three. When did your shop close down and do you regret the argument? And Tari. Does Clench know about what’s been going on? And does Meggy get trigger when someone say “One Shot Wren”?”

[Last Question is Canon]

42. “Why do you hate mickey so much??? What'd bro do”

[Uh… Not Canon because I said so.]

43. “Okay I'm FINALLY going to deliver on those questions now! >:3 Meggy and Tari, what's your favorite thing about one another and how did everyone react to you guys dating? :0 Mario and Luigi, how is everything with you guys? Up to any new adventures or crazy hijinks? (( i'm worried all at once is a bit much so imma split it into another ))”

[Canon for Creating a Timeline]

44. “Hey SMG3, what the plan now? taking into account the last time you were put in here it seems pretty straight forward to although not nearly as fun having no company for it =-=' Hee hee SMG4 has a crrruuusssh~ >;pp awww it's okay Micheal, I'm not a human either! I'm an ai in a cute little shell ^w^ I think it's super cool that you aren't human too :) OOOO are we giving Mr. Puzzles gifts now? If so..... sticker attaaack! The little bunny robot has placed 5 star stickers across his suit in an attempt to mimic his 5 stars from awhile ago. There, back where they rightfully belong!~ Oh yeah, as a viewer, is there anyway we can help you Mr. Puzzles? :0”

[Canon as it is what happens right before the end of the flashback in Chapter 4]

-Ask Change in Script Part 2-

(500 700 Follower Special)

1. “Smg4, what ya think about smg3?”

[Canon but also my Headcanon of SMG4’s feelings of SMG3]

2. “Hey SMG4! Besides the scars, have you gotten any other problems from what happened to you? Like joint pain or something like that?”

[Very Canon]

3. “AAAHH HI!!! YOUR AUS ARE SO COOL IM SO NORMALLLL!!! /silly Anyways, I had a question for Melony! How did you react to SMG4's new scars? Were they a shock? Did you feel bad? And for SMG4! (You don't have to do this one if you don't want to eheheh ❤️) How would you react if someone shared the same scars as you? Down to the positioning and everything? Once again, your AU IS SO COOL DUDE YOU GOTTA STOP JUMPSCARING ME BY LIKING MY POSTS MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE BACK-TO-BACK HEART ATTACKS!!! /silly /j”

[Ha Ha Ha Ouch Canon]

4. “hey mario, hey luigi, what was it like the first day 4 was staying with you?”

[So Funnily Canon]

5. “Hey Meggy!! What kind of date do you and Tari like best?”

[Aweeee aren't they bloody adorable!]

6. “Hey Bob and Boopkins, what's been going on with y'all? I feel like we haven't heard from either of you guys about anything, yet. (Though, I could be wrong and just haven't been keeping up 😅)”

[Bullying Boopkins will always be Canon]

7. “To SMG4, I know you want to tell a certain “someone” about how you truly feel about them (something I call “shy love”) and I just want to know; what was the moment that you realized that you have feelings for this “som3one”? And if so, you better tell them how you truly feel whenever you are with them the next time you see th3m.”

[Canon feelings Four has towards SMG3 sad edition]

8. “☆- Hello this is the first time asking here -☆But anyway I have some stuff to say For Michealscorner: ☆- I love the AU you did the art, the Gmod and like RAHHH IS SO COOL I LOVE EVRY WORK YOU DID!! -☆ and who knows one day you'll get 700 follows to 1,000 or more! For SMG4: ☆- If you have time you should check on SMG3, because who knows if something happened to him?... -☆ ☆- That's all I have to say bye! -☆”

[Very kind but also last question is Canon and Sus]

9. “Finally I can ask the gang! >:3 - Car Car :3 Question one: [To SMG4] Have you keeping in touch with SMG 1 & 2? Question 2: [To Meggy] have you and your gf been? Question 3: [To Mario] Here a spaghetti 🍝 (it totally not spicy 😈) Question 4: [To bob & boopkins] I have not seen you guys in awhile how have you two been?”

[All Canon… especially Mario. L on him.]

10. “I have a question for Eggdog, What do you think of Smg4? Is there anything you do or don't like about him? (I love this story so much! It's really good! Nice work, dude!)”

[Canon in how Eggdog feels about our dear Four]

11. “hay smg4 are you ok buddy I last saw you allmost having a panic attack here barow my hurshy I named him after my lest favorite candy(when I was 2) ive had him ever sens i was a baby I'm 12 now but you need it for a little bit here you go(don't mind that I'm in my stich pj's/Halloween costume)”

[Heh heh He's totally fine guys.]

12. “Question for whomever wants to answer it....is anyone watching over the meme graveyard???”

[Canon to Change in Script Lore and status of Internet Graveyard]

#smg4 #smg4 fanart #change in script #ask change in script #ask creator of change in script #master post #Canon or not

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nymphomatique · 1 year ago

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-ahem after reading your nerd/loser!Miguel I just CANT ✊😩 ❤ I gonna need ask orrrr request something !...YOU MADE SOMETHING AWOKEN something in me that I i JUST can't explain😵😳 but NEED TO BE RELEASED (😏) and now today I wanted to request my take on it if that ok with you 😌😏

Ok hear me out nerdy loser/horny!Miguel x YOU GUESS IT popular/richfm!reader 😝!!!..

So let me explain the plot first 😌 .so let just say we never seen Miguel (it been an long time since) only remember that name while reader was in highschool and reader was one of Miguel bully I guess.. (even though she not the one laying an hand on him 😒😔) as she just watch as her popular group of friends bullied Miguel seeing him have tear down acting nothing like an man... ( what an man baby)'Which taught was more *interesting* about this nerd. but reader always think he was cute (I guess reader say it in her mind) even if he was an loser nerd at high school and more of an quite guy and only care for work.but the best part of Miguel in high school is that he ALWAYS obey no matwhat towards you/fm!reader 😩(god I don't know if I have to explain the next scene but I think I just hints some 😝😋 blow jobs overstuim- i mean many !! I want to see. Him cry on the desk while reader under it 🗣✊)

This is could be an flash back honestly I don't care 🗣🗣 I hope your doing great and having an awesome day

you were cooking nonnie‼️ i hope this translated well into writing. and yes timeskip crumbs 🤭

cw: no smut in this one folks! timeskip present, mentions of cannabis use, miguel gets bullied ;(, reader saves him tho dw, genuinely just fluff, teeny bit of d/s stuff, allusions to sex at the end. italic text is a high school flashback! enjoy 🫶🏾

“i cannot believe you had braces!” miguel laughs at your yearbook picture. you smack his arm and roll your eyes at his laughter.

“s’not funny. was only my freshman year.” you mumble,

“i’m just kidding honey, you’re still gorgeous, braces or not,” he says, kissing your temple. the two of you were sitting on your couch in your shared condo, looking at your old high school yearbook.

“you’re flattering me to get in my pants,” you quip. miguel wraps an arm around you and kisses your neck whispering low. “don’t need flattery to do that.”

you push his face away and snort. “when did you get so suave, mr. o’hara?” you question. “you weren’t as smooth in high school if u remember correctly.”

“you’d be right, but meeting you changed me for the better, no?” he flips the yearbook pages, finding his picture in the sea of others.

“maybe you changed me,” you say lowly.

“aww, come on pete, lay off him will you?” flash thompson laughs. “nah, he’s too easy,” peter replies. they had been roaming the halls, cutting class to smoke a joint. since peter was out early, he figured meeting you once your class period was over would be fun, high sex in the bathroom stalls was on his bucket list after all, and you never told him no when it came down to a good time.

in the midst of both flash and peter roaming the halls, they had ran into miguel o’hara, clutching his books in his hands during his free period, roaming the halls like them. nudging flash in his shoulder, peter made a show of miguel. he had pushed him into the lockers, feigning accident. miguel hit the rusted metal with a thud, dropping his books in the process.

“oh, did i bump you? my deepest apologies,” peter mocks, flash not even trying to hide his smile. miguel looks up from his place on the ground between the two, rubbing his shoulder that hit the locker. not worth it, he thinks, and moves to reach one of his books. before he can grab it, peter kicks it across the hall. miguel’s eyes stay focused on the ground. “aww, what happened? you got butterfingers, o’hara?” flash laughs.

“pick up your fuckin’ books, you’re blocking the hall,” peter directs towards miguel. miguel stays unmoved, pushing his glasses up his nose, eyes still glued to the floor. peters angry, feeling disrespected. “hey,” he says, and the hostility beginning to bubble in his voice is clear. “you fuckin’ deaf or what? i said pick up for fuckin-”

“the fuck is going on here?” you interrupt, seeing peter and flash freeze for a split second. you had left a while ago to go to the bathroom and skip class, but had decided to stop by your lockers, where you found peter and flash bullying some random.

“hey, baby,” peter begins. your eyebrow raises and he drops the act. “we uh- we were just tryna help h-”

“can it. i can smell the pot off you guys, fuckin’ gross. get outta here before you get caught with no hall pass,” you dismiss both peter and flash. peter makes way to kiss you goodbye but you move your head, your eyes telling him to get the fuck on.

when both peter and flash are long gone down the hall, you turn to miguel. “hey,” you say. he finally looks up at you and you see tears welling in his eyes. you wince, and wordlessly kick his book back to him. watching him gather up his books is almost disheartening, usually you laugh at something this pathetic. your feelings get the better of you, so you walk to miguel and buy your hand on his chin, lifting his head up to look at you. the eye contact sends a weird feeling in your chest, his tear stained brown eyes filled with emotion.

“chin up, dweeb,” you say, touching the tip of his nose and winking at him before you get up and leave, off to see what trouble peter found himself in.

miguel is in shock. that’s the first time he’s ever been talked to by someone popular. a popular girl at that. miguel looks back at your figure walking away, hips swaying with determination and he feels his heart swell in his chest.

“you gettin all sappy on me now, baby?” miguel quips. “funny. you must have forgotten what to address me as. i’ve been too nice to you,” you reply, your gaze intense. miguel swallows and his whole demeanour changes. “i didn’t forget, mistress,” he replies. you smile, getting up from the couch, pulling miguel up by his shirt to follow you.

“that’s my good boy.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel atsv #sub miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara imagine #you’ve got mail💌#<nerd!miguel3

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hazbin-a-helluvamagines · 8 months ago

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Howdy howdy! Could I request Blitzø, Fizarolli and Millie (separate, not poly) with a chubby s/o?

No worries if you're not interested in writing this one. Take care 💛💛

"More To Love" ; Blitzø, Fizzarolli, Millie

AN: Aw, hun, don't worry about it!! These are always some of the sweetest requests!! I'm super thin tho, so if something is inaccurate or offensive, please tell me!!

Also, new format who is SHE??

Let's get this out of the way: Blitzø does not care. Like, at all. Sometimes, you aren't even sure he notices your appearance.

Which, yes, is very comforting. He's attracted to you regardless, he wouldn't be with you if he wasn't.

Blitzø's favorite thing in the world is to cook for you. Half of his attempts could be considered lethal, sure, but hey, he's fed himself and his daughter for at least a few years off of his skills, right? He'll do his best to adhere to any special diets and eating routines you have, too, since he totally understands if you have any insecurities. He knows how cruel Hell and earth alike can be toward anybody who isn't a stick figure.

Allergic to nuts? Sweet, guess what's no longer in the house. Pescatarian? He's suddenly the hugest fan of fish. Vegetarian? That's fine, he didn't like meat, anyway. Even though he did.

He's a dad, after all, and if he's that doting with his daughter, imagine how doting he is with his partner. You're the light in his dark world, and he hates the idea of you ever feeling like anything less than you really are.

Now, granted, sometimes, some of the things he says sound insensitive, but he really is trying to learn more about your situation. So he gets some very... er... sweet-intentioned, but possibly perverted-sounding nicknames for you.

"Heeeeyyy, Sexy~." "Woah! Got someone you're tryna impress today~?" "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes~?"

I wouldn't be surprised if your face is eternally red, like, at all.

If you ever confessed to actually being insecure about your body... oh god. Good luck, that's it for you.

He's basically going to be so touchy on you, it'll be like you have a Blitzø-sized tumor attached to your hip.

If you've got a tail, Blitzø will ensure that your tails are basically always intertwined.

Unless you tell him to stop, of course. He's a dick, but he's not that much of a dick.

But he'll make sure you're always comfortable and feeling loved and basically worshipped. Seriously, have you ever seen an assassin get pissed off because somebody insulted their S/O?

Well, you did after meeting him.

And it didn't end pretty for the other person in question.

Millie is someone who grew up around a lot of farm folk, a lot of whom were also on the chubbier side. It happened, it wasn't a bad thing. If anything, she liked it more on you.

And she'd be the one who'd actually fucking maul someone over insulting that trait of yours, my god- I'm not sure if there's ever been so much blood from one person-

You're insecure? Aw, you've got a little sweetheart right at your side.

"Baby, you're the cutest thang I've ever seen! I could just gobble you up~!"

As long as your physique doesn't pose any issues for your health, she's all for it! She finds it so cute and she loves how soft you are!!

And although she's never experienced it, herself, you can always count on her endless support and love, regardless of whatever it is you may need!

She'll always try to be right next to you, both because she's ready to strike if anybody dare makes a rude comment toward her lovely S/O, but also because she just adores you that much.

Like Fizz, she'll also wrap her tail around you when she wants cuddles because it's a way that imps like her often show love.

Another thing I think she'd like is comparing hand sizes.

And cheek pinching!! My God, with chubby cheeks, she'll be on them like glue!!

"Ain't you just the cutest lil honeybee in the hive, baby~? Yes you are! I love you so much~."

Honestly? Marry her. She's sweet, she's loving, she loves your appearance and running her hands over your curves, she adores you.

Plus, she'll protect you from fatphobic assholes. What's not to love?

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analogwriting · 10 months ago

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Childhood Crush

Chapter 23: Gold

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.7k a/n: here it is, folks. the last chapter. it's been an absolutely wild ride and thank you all for joining me in this shit show. no, i didn't make it smutty bc i like to try and keep things gender neutral for all parties to enjoy (doesn't mean i might make two different version of a smutty epilogue tho but that would be down the line) Smutilogue (afab, amab)

After your heart slowed down a bit and you could think clearly, you went to move but Killer tightened his grip on you slightly. You stayed where you were, placing your hands over his. “Killer?” you asked in a soft voice. When did he get up? How long has he been awake? How come you didn’t hear him?

“Just…just a minute. Please.” His voice was gruff from not using it, cracking about halfway through his request. You nodded, letting him hang on to you for as long as he needed. You thought of the night in the kitchen when he held onto you as he cried. You couldn’t tell if he was crying now, but he was definitely a little off. Well, he did almost die, so you needed to let him have his moment.

“Here…let me…” You turned around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. He buried his face in your shoulder and held you as you did the same to him. His breathing seemed steady enough, but his heart was racing.

After a few minutes, you could feel his legs begin to shake. “Let’s get you into a chair.” You pulled from him, grabbing a chair for him to sit. “You shouldn’t be standing anyway,” you scolded gently. He sat in the chair, panting softly. He was already wearing himself out, it seemed.

“Why did you get up? You’re in no position to be walking around yet.” You walked over, grabbing a glass of water from the small hand sink before heading back to hand it to him.

“I…” He took the water with a small thanks, but just looked into the cup as he thought about his words. “I guess I just wanted to make sure you were real,” he mumbled, sipping his water. You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his words and you refrained from making any other kind of face.

“Well, of course I’m real, Killi. Who the hell else would be able to bring you back from death’s door, hm?” you mused, turning to grab your clipboard. Killer laughed, the fruit amplifying the sound and making it bounce off the walls. You knew that it probably signaled the other’s that he was awake. It was only a matter of time that your brother was here, then.

“I suppose that’s true. Even if some other doctor found us, the question would be not only would they be able to but would they be willing to.”

You turned to look at him, laughing. “That’s also true.” The Kid Pirates weren’t exactly liked by many. Your brother had a shit attitude, making him easily disliked by others. Honestly, the lot of you were like that. The only people you could really stand were each other. Maybe that was because you’d been around each other for so long. You were all just a bunch of unwanted misfits that found a home in each other. Of course people wouldn’t like the likes of you.

You began to do basic check up procedures, making sure everything was in working order. You changed out some bandages, removing others. His fingers frequently brushed whatever part of you was closest to him as if he wanted to hold onto you but since you were working, he couldn’t.

“You are healing well, but like I told Eustass, your muscles atrophied while laying in bed.” You looked up from your note-taking. “So, light exercise. I’ll probably just have you do a lap around the ship later to get accustomed to walking around again.”

You reached out, holding his bangs back as you used a small light to check his eyes. “I’ll have to also mix up some medicine later - it’ll help speed up the healing process,” you mumbled, more or less, to yourself. You went to pull away but found that Killer had your hand now.

You blinked, turning to look at him. He pressed a kiss to your palm and your face ignited. What in the world was going on? He was being very touchy and, while you honestly were over the moon, you were a little concerned.

“Kil-”

“Did I hear what I think I heard?” Your brother’s voice boomed from down the hallway. You rolled your eyes, grumbling. He couldn’t have picked a worse time to show up, honestly. “Let me go make sure he’s not doing anything stupid,” you mumbled, pulling away from Killer. He squeezed your hand softly before finally letting you go.

Yeah, you two definitely needed to have a conversation when you had a moment.

You walked out of the room, seeing your brother slowly descending the stairs. You folded your arms, leaning against the wall with a smug smile on your face. “It’s okay, tungsten. Take your time,” you mused, watching him.

That earned you the nastiest glare you’ve seen to date. “You are so lucky I am not at full capacity or your ass would be grass.”

A laugh erupted from you and you walked over as he reached the bottom of the stairs. You knew they probably took a lot out of him. He slung his arm around you, leaning into you a considerable amount. “So, he’s awake?” Eustass looked at you. You nodded at him. “He’s awake and fine. Just-”

“Take it easy. Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes.

When the two of you walked into the room that Killer was in, he stood up, meeting your brother half way as they embraced each other. You started hearing the herd of footsteps as the rest of the crew started running down the hallway.

“Incoming,” you mused, stepping out of the way as everyone tumbled in.

“Care- oh, forget it,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. You’ll just have to deal with whatever aftermath they’ll end up being. You let them all have their moment, slipping out to go and start preparing some dinner.

You decided that since Killer was finally awake, you’d make his favorite this time. After washing your hands, you started the process of making the dough for the pasta. You had a transponder snail playing music quietly in the background as you hummed along with it.

Once again, you felt the strong arms of a certain someone wrap around you. You didn’t tense up this time, just letting it happen as you kept kneading the dough. “Are you making what I think you’re making?” he asked into your neck.

“Figured I’d make your favorite since you’re finally awake.” He just grunted in response before falling silent for a moment.

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“There’s something I need to tell you.” You felt your heart almost stop. For the most part, you had a feeling that you knew exactly what he was going to say. After all, he pretty much hadn’t stopped touching you since he woke up. Not to mention the silent confirmation from the festival.

You went to turn around but he kept you in place. “No, no. Don’t turn around. I’ll lose what little confidence I mustered to say this.”

You stopped, nodding. You were quiet, letting him find his words.

“When I was…dying,” he paused and you winced at his word choice. He wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t mean that you liked hearing it. “My life flashed before my eyes. Something that I realized during that time was that every memory and every moment that passed through was you. I know we all grew up together, so it makes sense that you would be a part of them but you were the sole focus of them.” You felt your face heating up, wanting to know what he was getting at. “You’re my life, y/n.”

“There were so many times I wanted to tell you, but never had the confidence. After we found you alive in Wano, I wanted to tell you, but never really got the chance. Especially after you announced that you were staying. I-” He took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to seem like I was trying to manipulate you into staying. That, and everything with the SMILE fruit, I just didn’t have the confidence anymore. I told myself that I’d tell you whenever you returned.”

His grip tightened on you a bit more, but you didn’t say anything. He wasn’t crushing you, but you could feel his yearning, and everything else that wasn’t being said, through his touch.

“I regretted not telling you everything from the beginning. Y/n, I-” His words caught in his throat and you were deadly still, waiting for him to just say it already.

“From the moment I first saw you when you barged into the captain’s room that day…” He swallowed hard. You were glad you were turned around right now because your face was on fire. For that long?

“From the moment I saw you in the captain’s room, you swept me off my feet. The way you took care of all of us without batting an eye. The sacrifices you made to take care of those you cared about. The way you kept saving our asses again and again. You never once complained or talked about how unfair it was. You were so strong in so many ways. You are so strong in so many ways.” You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as he spoke. Your whole body was on fire right now.

“There’s so much I want to say, but I can’t figure out how to say it but…” He buried his face into your neck a little more as his grip grew more firm as if he was afraid you’d disappear at the drop of a hat. You knew he wasn’t the best at expressing his thoughts and feelings, so you were surprised he’d said this much.

“I love you, y/n. I always have. From the moment I met you. And it only grew stronger over the years. I never once stopped thinking about you. You were always on my mind. Even in what I thought were my last moments, you were all I could think about.” Your breathing caught in your throat.

He let out a long sigh, finally loosening his grip on you. You were standing there for a moment, letting his words sink in. It was in that moment that you realized you were crying yourself. Mind spinning, heart racing - you might just pass out at this point. You must’ve been quiet longer than you thought because Killer spoke up. “Y/n?”

You turned around, looking up at him. There was surprise in his eyes soon replaced with panic. He took your face in his hands, wiping away your tears. “I-I’m sorry. Was that too much? Did I-” You gently placed your hand over his mouth to get him to stop apologizing for a moment. It was your turn to try and find your words.

“No, no.” Your words were a bit strained with all the emotion that was currently coursing through your body. “I’m just…happy.” You let out a small laugh, sniffling. You looked up at him, smiling widely. “Seems we’ve both been in the same boat. Ever since I saw you in Eustass’ room that day, you swept me off my feet.” Your heart was pounding and you wished it would just fucking settle down because you felt sick.

“I just always assumed that you viewed me as an older sibling just like the rest of them. You were my brother’s best friend, I was sure there was some kind of rule against that? Bro code or whatever.” That earned a laugh from Killer. Still haunting, but you knew you’d be able to fix that soon enough.

“It’s been the same for me, Killer. I’ve been so in love with you for so long. I figured it was always one sided. I honestly thought it was just a childhood crush, but it only grew as the years went on. Hearing you say those words is honestly a dream come true.” You put your hands over his before pulling him down so you could place a kiss on his cheek.

Due to the SMILE fruit permanently pasting that smile on his face, it made kissing an impossibility. But, you could wait. He didn’t know, but you did. It was only a matter of time.

“I…honestly didn’t think you could love a monster like me after what happened in Wano. I figured you’d be repulsed at the sight of me,” he said, looking at you. “But, you never once looked terrified of me. Nor disgusted. Not even when I was Kamazo.”

You reached up, placing a hand on his cheek and shaking your head. “I could never think of you as a monster. SMILE fruit or not, you’re the same man I’ve always loved. I don’t care what you look like. You could’ve grown a second head or a third arm and I’d still love you.” You smiled up at him, his face warming up.

“Well, it’s about damn fucking time.” Your brother’s voice rang through the kitchen and the two of you jumped, looking over and seeing him with the rest of the crew. There were some misty eyes, some smug grins, and some sniffles. “Heat, Wire, you both owe me 200 berries,” Eustass said, looking back at them and they groaned. There was some murmuring amongst everyone. Did everyone have a fucking betting pool about the two of you?

“No one knows them better than I do.” A shit eating grin spread across his face.

Once your initial shock was over, you finally found your voice. “EUSTASS WHAT THE HELL?” You were fuming. “How long have you fucking been there?” This was an invasion of privacy! Your brother just crossed his arms over his chest, that smug grin not leaving his features. “Long enough.” He shrugged and you felt your eye twitch.

You started after him but Killer grabbed your arm. “Careful, doctor. He’s still healing.” Your jaw dropped and you glared at him. “I will kick your ass too. I’m a doctor. I can kick your ass and patch you up like nothing happened. Don’t fucking tempt me.” You shot a look at your brother and the rest of the crew and they scattered. Though, Eustass, Heat, and Wire stayed. They didn’t fear you in the slightest.

Something dawned on you. “Hold the fuckin’ transponder snail.” You turned your attention to the trio in the doorway. “How long have you known?” You put your hands on your hips, glaring at them.

Eustass shrugged. “Since we were teens.” Your mind nearly exploded. That long? “How come no one fucking said anything?”

The three of them shrugged. “Not our place,” Wire said. You sighed. That was true. It wasn’t their place to say anything.

“Not that we didn’t try to get Killer to confess. Man’s stubborn as shit,” Heat piped up. You slowly turned, looking at Killer who rubbed the back of his neck.

“I was just afraid to lose you as a friend. I couldn’t live with myself if you ended up hating me for saying something.” Fuck, how the hell was he so sweet with a name like Killer? You never could figure that out. “You’re also so intimidatingly out of my league,” he mumbled and your eyes widened.

“You thought what?” Your voice came out as a high pitched squeak as those words left his mouth. Your face was once again on fire. The trio in the doorway burst into laughter and you shot them a glare but it only made them laugh more.

You let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Irritating as always. You felt Killer wrap his arms around you from behind and you relaxed a little.

“Just don’t get too loud when you two start boning,” Eustass said with a shit eating grin.

Your entire body went white hot and your eyes widened. “EUSTASS!” You tried to run at him, but Killer kept you in place as the trio cackled and ran off, away from your wrath.

For the next week, Killer was practically glued to your hip. Whatever you were doing, he was right there helping you in whatever way he could. Both him and your brother were much better now. Your brother was back to barking orders and working in a makeshift workshop. You knew that if you didn’t have one on this ship, it wasn’t going to be well for anyone. It’s how your brother calmed down, after all.

Today, you decided it was time. Killer was healing well and he seemed to be back at full capacity, so you knew it would be safe to administer the antidote. Your brother was also constantly harassing you about it. “He’s just fine. You’re stalling.” You just shot him a glare every time and he returned the favor. Finally, you were giving in.

You were rummaging around in the drawers of your desk for a moment before you found what you were looking for. You stood up, Killer suddenly standing over you. “What are you looking for?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, nearly taking a tumble before Killer caught you and pulled you to him. “For fucking fuck’s sake. You’re going to end up giving me a heart attack, Killi,” you mumbled, straightening yourself out.

He laughed, the noise ringing off the walls and you looked up at him. His helmet was currently being rebuilt by Eustass as his was destroyed in the altercation with Shanks, so he’d been without it all week. He stopped, noticing your expression. Concern shown in his eyes. “What’s wrong, y/n?”

“You remember how you called me out for not telling the truth about why I stayed in Wano?” The air suddenly shifted to a more serious tone.

He nodded, watching as you moved to face him. “Well, you were right. As you typically are when you call me out. I was working on something.” You held up a small vial.

“What is it?”

“Take it.”

He blinked, looking at you. “I don’t understand.”

“Take the vial and drink it.”

He took the vial slowly, looking between you and the small object. “Is it going to taste like that medicine you gave me last week? I thought I was all good?” His eyes narrowed and you laughed. You shook your head. “No, I already told you. I made that taste like ass because that was my way of getting back at you for almost dying. This doesn’t taste anything like that.”

He looked at you for a long moment before popping it open and throwing it back. He handed it back to you, looking at you expectantly. For a moment, your heart stopped. Why wasn’t it working? Was there a time frame you didn’t know? Was this one a dud?

Then you saw it. His smile unfurling at the edges and his features slowly relaxing. His eyes widened and complete shock took over his face. His face. Not just his eyes. “Wh-”

“That’s why I stayed in Wano, Killer,” you said softly.

He stared at you with his shocked expression and for a moment, you were worried you’d broken the poor man. “Ki-”

His hands were suddenly cupping your face as he pulled you into the most passionate kiss you’d ever experienced. Well, it was the only kiss you’d ever experienced, but either way you were over the moon. You let out a surprised noise, but wasted no time in wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening it. He lifted you up, placing you on the desk as you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer.

You felt him smile against you. Actually smile his own, genuine smile and you couldn’t help but mirror him. His hands traveled down to your hips, gripping you firmly causing you to whine against his mouth and your hands, that were currently wrapped up in his hair, tugged on his hair roughly causing him to let out a growl against you. Your heart started racing with excitement.

After a few moments of kissing and groping at each other, he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours as he panted softly. You were doing the same, looking deep into his eyes with a breathless laugh.

“I’ve been waiting to do that forever,” he said, looking at you. “Dreamt about it.”

You quirked an eyebrow, grinning. “Oh? And what else did you dream about?” you cooed, one of your hands playing with his goatee as you looked at him. You watched as his face grew more and more red by the second.

“Holy fucking shit, lock the fucking door next time!” Eustass’ voice interrupted the both of you and the two of you looked over. The both of you looked at each other before erupting into a fit of laughter and you couldn’t help but stare at Killer in awe as you finally heard his laugh again. It wasn’t haunted and distorted by the SMILE fruit anymore. It was one hundred percent Killer and you couldn’t be more in love with it - with him.

Eustass’ face lit up. “Wait. Did you finally do it, Bigs?”

You looked over at him, nodding as you unwrapped your legs from Killer and let him go.

Killer looked between the two of you. “So you knew this whole time, captain?”

Eustass nodded. “Your secret wasn’t the only one I was keeping. Which, I’m glad it’s all out. That shit is the worst.” He rolled his eyes and you laughed.

“I’m honestly surprised you were able to keep any secret at all,” you mused.

He looked at you with a droll expression. “Whatever. Well, I’ll let you get back to shagging, just clean up whatever mess you make and don’t be too loud. I don’t really wanna hear my older sibling getting railed.” He turned to head out of the room.

You felt your face grow white hot. “EUSTASS!”

#hopefully i did this ending justice and i hope y'all enjoyed it #cause i enjoyed writing it #hopefully y'all will stick around for my other writings #i'll eventualyl do the band au i promise #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #killer one piece #am fics #cc

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macsmoods · 1 year ago

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Hey love, can I request a hobie brown x fem! mma fighter reader who’s also a spider person or symbiotic (meaning they have a venom or something like him). Maybe Miguel sent hobie to go retrieve a new recruit and he finds her at a fighting expo absolutely kicking to crap out of her opponent.

feel free to ignore tho

THE PUNISHER

Hobie Brown

Summary: Miguel is tired of Hobie complaining about have no competition at HQ, so he sends him to find the new recruit. Miguel knows you’ll be his match. You are low on cash even though your the spider women of Earth-233. You decide to take it up in the ring to make some extra money.

warning⚠️ swearing, hitting

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Hobie entered Miguel’s office ready to get yelled at again. It was the third time this week he’d been called in for his “bad” behavior as Miguel put it.

“You know if you want to talk to me this bad all the time might as well just ask for my number.” Hobie yelled up to Miguel. Miguel scoffed as he lowered his desk. He turned already glaring at Hobie.

“Ah yes i just love the bullshit that comes out of your mouth so much that i have to hear it every hour.” miguel retorted as he walked towards Hobie.

Hobie rolled his eyes before beginning again. “What did u do this time, boss.” Miguel turned towards his desk going to sit again. He motioned for Hobie to join him.

Reluctantly Hobie stepped forward looking at the screen. “That’s your next mission. She’s our new recruit. Y/n. The spider women of Earth-233.”

“Isn’t that your job?” Hobie asked.

“Usually but you’ve been asking for some competition. She’s it.” Hobie scoffed walking off the platform.

“Yeah will see.” Hobie said disappearing through the door.

Back on Earth-233…

You grunted throwing another punch at your opponent hitting him square in the jaw. Quickly you threw another earning yourself the victory as he fell to the floor.

You smiled as the announcer pulled your arm into the air. You smiled into the crowd wiping the blood from your lips.

Walking out of the ring you went back into the locker room. Grabbing your belongings you checked the time to see it was two in the morning. You would be able to get at least 6 hours of sleep.

Instead of walking you decided to swing yourself to you apartment using the back roads. Making it there you quickly put on pajamas and fell asleep.

Waking up you did the normal spider women things such as stopping someone from robbing a store and so on. It was finally time for another fight. You had been preparing for this for months. You were going against the reigning champion and odds were definitely against you.

Meanwhile Hobie has just arrived at the ring ready to enjoy a fight.

“Today we have a good match up folks. The reigning champion, the crusher! His opponent today is the undefeated castigadora!” he yelled. “Please shake hands and wait for the fight to begin.

Hobie watched as y/n and the so called crusher shook hands and got into position. He watched as the 6ft giant towered over your 5’5 body.

“DING!” The fight was on.

Crusher threw a punch but it was to slow. You swiftly moved out of the way punching him twice in the abdomen.

He didn’t fault quickly countering with a punch to your jaw. Now you were mad.

“you fucking bitch.” you scoffed under your breath. Before he could even react you took two swift punches to his jaw and one to his stomach making him double over.

You kept punching until the finally bell rang. Steadying yourself you felt your hand pushed into the air.

“The castigadora stays undefeated!” the announcer shouted. You smiled looking through crowd before your eyes laid on him.

Making your way out of the ring you headed to the locker room.

“Did miguel send you?” you questioned as he entered the room. You struggled trying to clean up your lip.

Hobie walked over grabbing the cloth from your hand dampening it before dabbing your lips. “Your quite a fighter darling. I expected you to get the shit beat out of you.”

You scoffed at that. “I’m more skilled then i seem. Who even are you?” You questioned.

“Hobie Brown. Miguel sent me to recruit you which i’m guessing you know about already.” You simply nodded.

“I think that’s it.” Hobie stated dabbing the last bit of blood.

“Thank you.” you said with a small blush.

“Ok now let’s begin are journey to HQ.” he said.

“I’m sorry but there must be a misunderstanding. I’m not going to HQ with you.” you answered.

“Why’s that darling?” Hobie said tilting his head. You blushed as you made eye contact. He was undeniably handsome.

“I want Miguel to take me. Just to make sure that this safe.” you said.

“Oh so you don’t trust me?” he questioned with a slight chuckle. Every step he took towards you to you took one back. Soon enough your back hit the sink.

He leaned close to your ear before beginning again, “Please love, come with me.” He wrapped his arm around your waist.

You protested as he flipped open his watch. You tried to break from his grip but it was relentless. You watched as he smiled at you before stepping into the portal. ———————————————————————translations castigadora-punisher ——————————————————————— Authors note

This is so trashy😭 I’m sorry this was my first request attempt so hopefully it gets better in the future. Woke up this morning and my one shots had blown up. Im so surprised cause i thought the writing was so crapppy. Anyways tysm for the love. Enjoy this Hobie fic. I think i’m gonna try an obx one shot next…

REQUESTS: OPEN

Sincerely,

macsmoods🌊🫧

#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #miguel o’hara

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leonenjoyer69 · 6 months ago

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Both your OCs occupy space in my mind lol I love both Harry and Elias. Would you mind giving some more rambles please and thank you? About either one. I just love learning more about them.

VJEKBKDKF TYSM, I'M GLAD YOU LIKE THEM :D it makes me very happy to know that people enjoy my ramblings and art of my lil fellas :3 (also, all you sweet anons are gonna be the death of me with your mysterious identities!)

(SUB NOTE: if anyone ever has any ideas at all or art requests or something for either of my sillies PLEASE don't hesitate to bring them up I would literally love hearing any suggestion or answering any question ever)

Anyways!!! I've actually been waiting to drop a bunch of stuff on these fellas that I've been talking about with some folks on Discord (which y'all can also ask for if you wanna talk to me on there I LOVE TALKING TO YOU GUYS), so thank you for granting me the perfect opportunity >:3 so, without further ado, I shall begin:

First of all, i just wanted to drop my height HCs bc,,,, why not lmao

I can't exactly visualize heights very well in my mind so these may be a wee bit too tall, idk, but yeah! I think giving Hyde an extra half inch would be funny bc you KNOW that mf would just round up lmao. Elias is a bit taller than Hyde, which Hyde kinda hates sometimes, itty bitty fella.

Anyways!! Harry is first up for rambling bc I have less for him rn lmao. I don't remember if ive mentioned it much before on here, but I know I included it in the fic i did for him, and that's his Scottish accent :3 we as a fandom don't write Jekyll's accent enough so I like projecting it onto injured Hyde and now Harry 😌 MORE SCOTTISH JEKYLL PLEASE-

Harry didn't really have to worry about keeping face in the mindscape (except for when around Mind Lanyon, who would pester tf out of him over it) so he fell back to at LEAST having an accent. He partially fell back on it because 1, it made him feel a wee more comfortable, and 2, because of how often he revisited memories from university (specifically during his and Lanyon relationship ofc), so he's used to hearing himself speaking with at least a drawl.

But yeah, that accent kinda sticks with him when he gains control and he has quite a hard time shaking it, which makes for some fun interactions, like when Lanyon's trying to break down his office door :3333

I believe I've mentioned this, but Harry is very very sensitive to most physical sensations (touch, pain, etc.) and has some light and sound sensitivities for a decent bit after gaining control. Because of how long he spent in the mindscape with numbed senses, It really messed with him to suddenly have control again. Eventually he starts getting used to it again, but for the first few days he's practically on the edge of a mental breakdown at every moment. He's also super jumpy from it (and from the ungodly paranoia he got from the mindscape lmao) and is quite firmly "no touch" for about a week (except for when he initiates stuff with Lanyon). Once he gets used to it tho his touch starved ass is a lot more affectionate and such.

One last thing for him! He's also far more sensitive to hunger and thirst sensations/pain, so he tends to take far better care of their body while in control. It took him a short while to get used to eating and drinking again, but he's more than happy to do it, not realizing how much he had missed it. Plus, he's seen how horrible Jekyll and Hyde would take care of themselves, so he certainly doesn't want their neglect to be his downfall. He's also a bit more sensitive to being tired, but can't sleep very well (especially without Lanyon) because of paranoia and nightmares.

OKAY, NOW, onto Elias!! Most all this stuff is from a discord convo that I didn't feel like rewording, so... Sorry if the formatings weird 💀 (questions are indented and italicized, as well as abbreviated)

OKAY SO, For how Henry (or whoever) convinces Elias to switch back:

Elias usually throws some sort of fit when he's initially order to switch back (except for the very rare instances where he's actively wanting to switch back, like when everyone's busy and he starts getting lonely anyways), though most the time he'll simmer down when Henry starts sorta begging or when either Henry or Lanyon (or very occasionally Hyde) lowkey bribe him. Usually Henry (or Hyde) will bribe him with physical touch/affection (hugs, cuddling, kisses, stuff like that), or bonding time, like going out and doing things together and such (or just doing stuff together at the society, like watching Henry do science or doing paperwork 💀). (Also, sometimes Jekyll will just get somewhat impatient and start asking more desperately and the guilt kinda gets to Elias, Henry usually feels bad about it tho) otherwise, Lanyon will bribe him (quite grudgingly, might I add) with more time out, going to the park with Elias in shadow form and talking, or letting him get a gift for Jekyll or Hyde. But yeah, Elias is lowkey like a little affectionate, overactive puppy :3

[...] I misread "letting him get a gift for Jekyll or Hyde" as "letting him get a gift FROM Jekyll or Hyde" and swore for a moment that sometimes Jekyll/Hyde sent gifts to Elias but Lanyon stole them [... ]

LANYON WOULD TOTALLY STEAL ELIAS'S STUFF TO USE AS BARGAINING LEVERAGE 💀 but yes, bribery is the go to, this guy does NOT like being locked away, so when he does it's either out of guilt or he's getting something out of it, hehe

[...] Imagine that since Lanyon is probably taller than elias, he just hides some lf his stuff on higher places so that he cannot reach them, I feel like Elias would annoy the hell out of him so that he stops doing it though (Lanyon puts them back where they where, and when Elias isn't there, he just hides them again) also, I just imagined Jekyll like guilt tripping or manipulating him so that he drinks the potion

Oh he absolutely would, Lanyon would have a whole "confiscated" shelf for it too, and Elias would definitely whine about it with sooo much persistence. AND JFKGKKF YEAH JEKYLL WOULD 😭😭 both out of selfishness and not, since he still hasn't tested how the formula behaves when an alter ego is out for prolonged amounts of time, and sometimes he just wants Robert back.

Jekyll likes Elias, he just has more of a preference for Lanyon. Jekylls probably also got a bit less patience for Elias's whining after dealing with Hyde's for so long lmao, he always feels kinda bad about being mean or anything to Elias tho, since it's kinda his fault that Lanyon split.

Would Lanyon ever like bother Elias with the fact that Jekyll likes him better?? Like maybe, at one point he just gets too tired of him wanting to hang out with Jekyll and says to him that Jekyll just deals with him out of pity, and like Elias then just feeling kinda bad about it and wondering if Jekyll actually likes him??

If Lanyon's feeling especially spiteful and annoyed, probably, but also Elias worries about that enough on his own and bothers Lanyon with all his self deprecating thoughts anyways 💀

How does Hyde feel about Elias?

He's generally guilt free about the whole "splitting Lanyon" thing and /gen likes Elias way more than he likes Lanyon lmao. He still gets that sorta bitter anger and resentment when he looks at Lanyon, but he doesn't get that with Elias. Hyde kinda thinks that Elias is all the best parts of Lanyon (Except for Elias's emotional sensitivity sometimes, but Hyde deals. He feels surprisingly bad when he upsets Elias..) But yeah, Elias is most of the reason why Hyde is complacent enough to actually kinda lay low after messing up Blackfog and stuff, so Jekyll certainly likes Elias for keeping Hyde somewhat in check lmao

And that's everything I have for this!!! Thank you so much for the ask :D

#answered asks #oc: elias wright #oc: “whole” jekyll #jekyll and hyde #tgs #the glass scientists #my ramblings #lanyon takes the potion au

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sandrockianblues · 2 years ago

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Got hcs of Logan slowly building his relationship with the builder after their first encounter? :3

Logan? 🥰

🤍Logan🤍

Just like his adoptive son, Logan fell first.

Very strong denial about it but whatever.

Haru likes to speculate that it was destiny when Logan watched the train the builder was on pass the bridge. Like normally, he never cared too much, but he just watched this one time.

Logan denies it to this day.

But what he can’t deny is that after a certain incident that caused him to flee out of town in the early hours on Rambo- catching the gaze of the builder was far more startling than a certain explosion

Y’all may be like “but Siren- the builder’s been simping from the very start?” “Siren, what about the builder fawning over the WANTED posters?” “Siren, don’t forget about that certain bit of dialogue you can say”

SHHHHHHHHHHHH

That was all just attraction based in my books

Before the builder actually gets to know Logan.

So how may Logan be the one at the precipice of tipping you may ask?

Going off that notion “the eyes are the window to the soul.”

And whose eyes did he meet?

The builder’s.

Did he fall in love right there? No. But it left this raw feeling in him like he just knew he’d someday be exposed before their eyes and made human once more.

Fighting the builder gives Logan a sort of thrill. Like, it was a means of survival before, but now? It’s this rush and boost of adrenaline. It’s a certain kind of fun he hasn’t had in quite a while. And after their first battle? Under all the dire reasons for it to have occurred before? He wants to go again.

Skipping past the spoiler stuff-

And building off assumption bc we in early access folks

He takes a bit to reacquaint himself with Sandrock once more. While he could probably let go of the uneasiness he feels that resides in him and just pretend nothing ever change- it’d be a lie.

These people, his neighbors and friends, believed in him at first but quickly changed their tune. They let doubt cloud their minds. They turned against him. And he can’t just forget about that. He’s not sure who he can exactly trust now outside of Haru and Andy. He feels like he’s walking on eggshells.

But then the builder is there. And they’re new and fresh faced. They’re a change of air and Logan feels drawn towards them. Like, he doesn’t have to plead for forgiveness for them because they met him at his worst and he can only go up from there.

And everyone in Sandrock, he feels either betrayed him or he disappointed them.

So if he’s not with his express adopted child or his co-dad, he’s finding himself trying to capture the builder’s attention.

Need help carrying that? He can do it. Can’t reach that? He can! Forgot the rickety ladder? Logan can lift the builder up.

Requests commissions even if they’re far too simple for the builder to make. It’s a wonder why they’re the ones that snatch his requests up and not Mi-An- but he’s certainly not complaining, that’s the whole reason they’re up there.

He doesn’t realize he’s falling in love with them until Haru makes it clear that he’s got competition (bc let’s be real- builder was racking up relationship hearts with others before they could properly meet)

Jealous cowboy, anyone?

Like his adoptive son, he’s not afraid to take his time in waiting for them.

He just wants to establish that he’s there for them and to at least consider him. If they’re going to open their hearts to anyone, then let him please be on the list of potential candidates.

Logan’s never had a love language before or was really shown one (tho I hc him and Heidi being friendly exes who dated when they were young).

At first, he commissions a lot of weak weapons. Even the builder is confused about it because like, if anyone knows the strength of a weapon, it’d be the monster hunter right???

But then again, the weapons keep breaking and if the weapon breaks… then Logan gets to see the builder again for a valid reason, right? ( @paofia I see what u we’re doing here)

It’s not until Haru AND Andy are like “buddy- maybe you shouldn’t be wasting your money on pointless commissions?”

He ignores them and continues

Doesn’t stop until even the builder is so concerned and a little fed up that they build him really strong weapons for free and dump them in his arms telling him to stop breaking his shit

Logan_the_bandit.exe has stopped working.

His soul has left his body.

His heart? Irrevocably gone.

Big bad ass over here is simping and melting

The builder looks even cuter when they’re frustrated with him. He could just die.

Fine. He won’t do anymore dumb commissions.

He’ll just post bounties but plot twist! There’s a fine print

“Partnered task. Just need an extra hand.”

Peach, he loves fighting by their side. He quickly adapts to their rhythm and speed. Knows when to trade covering them to dealing the blows.

Monster killed! Time to reap the benefits and-

Oh no.

No no no no no no-

He thought it was just with the grease and grime of building, or or or when they came out from mining but

Oh no, oh peaCH, HE’S FUCKED.

There’s a little cut here, a little blood there, their hair is wild and caught up in the wind. And the way they hold their weapon???

Builder best fucking know CPR because Logan’s heart just gave out.

Death by: fatal attraction.

Logan is all cool and collected on the outside with his country drawl and spinning pistol, but inside he’s like, “I’d have to throw myself off this cliff if I drop this twirling pistol in my hand rn. I’d rather get hit by a train than embarrass myself in front of them.”

Andy being a lovable little shit and an absolute wingman but shoving into the builder’s legs and all that to push them into Logan.

Haru springs random moments for his pal by telling them Logan needed their help

Cue Logan having to quickly construct a lie because he was not prepared for this.

But taking that first step with Logan can go one of two ways:

He finally works up the courage to ask you out and appears far calmer and cool than he is on the inside

Or the builder snaps and does it instead

But one thing is certain: it’s fairly easy to see Logan blushing because of his complexion and white hair

Even if he wears his mask, his ears give him away too

I feel like Logan has a long running issue with love though and fears truly being with someone because of his mother leaving his father.

So the builder and him will have to slowly work through that.

Like Owen, Logan has a penchant for old fashioned nicknames.

Darling, doll, sweetheart, etc

It’s just what he vibes with and feels compelled to call his builder

Logan also grew up caring for people and once the builder is his, that’s it, they can’t escape his care and affection.

The man is touched-starved and Haru has long since gotten sick of his buddy hanging off him when he was bored or clapping him hard on the back after a job well done

But Logan treats the builder with so much affection and is afraid to break them almost. Afraid to scare them off

He’s been feared for awhile now and he doesn’t want that with them

So he fine tunes himself to be better and treat them with so much love and care

It actually helps quell his fears significantly when time grows closer to him becoming a father. Andy could handle his roughness and strength, but Logan worried so much about hurting the kid.

Having the builder be his and letting him touch them has helped Logan significantly.

One of his favorite sleeping positions- if they let him- is with his head on their chest. There’s something so incredibly intimate and beautiful to him about being able to feel and listen to his builder’s heartbeat when he goes to sleep and when he wakes up.

The same goes for when he sidles up behind them and wraps them in a hug, sliding a hand up to rest against above their heart just to feel it. Sometimes he does it on a bad day, sometimes he does it just because.

The only thing Logan plans in life is for his builder. Birthday coming up? He’s thinking of a thousand and one things to do. They’re having a bad day? He’s got a contingency plan for this, hold up-

If the builder wears his hat, he’ll die on the spot, it never gets old.

The prospect of traveling with them seems to excite Logan because he’s never really left the desert. But it also comes with safety precautions such as having to change his attire and letting his hair down, sometimes sadly limiting his speech around large groups of people- all because a lot of people in the Free Cities know of Sandrock’s infamous handsome bandit, but not a lot care that he’s a good man who has cleared his name somewhat. Judgment doesn’t cease to exist, afterall.

He will propose. Regardless of if the builder beats him to it or not. He will do it. It’s something he needs to do for not only them, but also himself. It’s how he finally lets go of his fear long instilled from his mother leaving both him and his father.

It’ll happen, but give him time. Never push him or question his love for the builder. It’s unyielding, undying, the strongest part about him. But he still needs time to let go of that pain and fear too.

Logan’s love for the builder is indestructible and something of great might. He’s fought countless monsters, but he couldn’t keep himself from losing to his own feelings for them. And he’s glad he lost this one battle.

Also, them speaking in his country accent, sarcastic or not, he still somehow swoons for them. Someone help this man.

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rose-the-witch1 · 2 years ago

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hi hi~ i hope u have a great day~~

May i request a Vampire au with octa trio tho? instead of them being a vampire, it’ll be the reader who’s a vampire also a sweetheart and kind one? 👀

Sure thing! Hope this is okay!!

VAMPIRE!MC

Azul Ashengrotto

At first he doesn't realize that you're a vampire.

Like, even when you smile at him he just assumes your teeth are Like That

But then when you start carrying an umbrella around in the daytime and you don't show up in any mirrors, he honestly questions you a lot

Then he gets the grand idea of trying to hire you for the Mostro Lounge, because a vampire attracts freaks who are into vampires

When you turn him down he's bitter for a bit but he lets it go

He'll offer to buy you a new umbrella if yours ever breaks

He also respects your kindness and tries to help you with keeping away from human blood in any way that he can

If you ask him if you can feed on him he'll get extremely flustered

But he'll reluctantly oblige, albeit being very squeamish

The feeling feels rather nice to him though, and if you're his s/o he'll let you do it more often

Also very curious about you and your habits since he's never met a vampire before

Generally loves you and loves being around you!

Jade Leech

Figured it out immediately when you got sunburn for the first time

He found it amusing, honestly, but he'll swarm you with questions about vampire stereotypes

Overall though he finds you very cute, I like to think he loves vampires

He uses your lack of reflection to freak people out, like in the hall of mirrors you don't show up in any of them and it gives folks the creeps

If you ask to feed on him he will happily oblige

But if you're his s/o he will not hesitate to bite back

If you get flustered by that he will call you out on it

He'll also wake you up if you start falling asleep in class

Pretty much adores your kindness and vampire mannerisms

Floyd Leech

Pretty much found out after making a joke

"Hey Floyd, do you want my French bread pizza? I can't have garlic" "What're you, Shrimpy, a vampire?" "Yes actually"

Congratulations, you've been upgraded from shrimpy to vampire squid!

Not as curious as the other two, but he does find some of your abilities funny

Especially whenever you turn into a bat

"Vampire squid can fly without a broom! That's so cool!"

Feedings are uncommon with him but when you do feed off him he's extra giggly and woozy because he lets you take as much as you need

As his s/o he is prone to more giggle fits after feeding because he finds your fangs tickle

In this state he'll just gush about you being cute and wanting to kiss you

Sometimes takes your kindness for granted but he'll make up for it with little gifts like snacks

You're his cute little vampire squid, what can he say?

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obscureother · 8 months ago

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🌑 ˚x'˙ intro. . ??

Hello. . !! im new to tumblr, so sorry if wonky things happen while im setting this up. im still trying to figure things out guys-

i lurk on other accounts for general content but im closeted n shy so i made this one to yell about things instead so i don’t expose myself to people i know lolol

if you know or find other profiles i own, i request you not expose it for those reasons before im comfortable to.

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headfullofpresley · 2 years ago

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐔𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader x Scotty Moore

Word count: 6,3K

Summary: It wasn't the first time you played Truth or Dare while intoxicated with your two closest friends, but things had never gone this far.

Warning(s): pretty much porn without plot, alcohol consumption, strong language, kind of subby!elvis, sub and dom dynamics are not extremely present in this tho, scotty and elvis making out, smut; MMF threesome, oral (f. and m. receiving, m/m if you squint), oral during penetration, fingering, anilingus (f. receiving), swallowing, facial, unprotected sex. probably missed a few, but it's basically just three besties having a fuck fest bc why not.

A/N: this was requested forever ago but i finally had the inspiration to write it. hope this finds its way back to you, nonnie. enjoy! <3

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A dramatic sigh slipped past your lips as you stood in front of the sliding doors that led to the balcony, the pale bright moon hung high above the ocean that spread out in front of you just mere meters from the hotel you were currently staying at. You were aware that this wasn’t supposed to be a relaxing vacation but you were still bummed about the fact that you were not exploring Honolulu right now.

Elvis, being one of your closest friends, had invited you to come along with him to Hawaii since he was doing a show at the Honolulu Stadium. You had been overjoyed and didn’t even hesitate to accept the invitation, eager to get away from the cold air that was slowly but surely settling in Memphis seeing it was November.

You knew that you’d only spend one night in Hawaii, but still you couldn’t help but dream about lounging on the beach to soak up the sun or sip cocktails in the hotel bar – with an overprotective friend like Elvis, you knew that your dreams wouldn’t be fulfilled.

He wouldn’t let you wander outside on your own, because people often recognized you as part of his friend group.

“I’m bored,” you huffed as you folded your arms firmly against your chest, fighting the urge to stomp your foot on the floor to amp up the dramatics.

It was late, Elvis had just finished the show about an hour ago and he wasn’t really living up to his rockstar imagine as he lounged by the record player on the other side of the room, Scotty laying on the bed with an ash tray on his stomach and a thin cigar pressed in between his lips.

Scotty was your other close friend, the two of you hitting it off the second you were introduced to each other and even though you were far from a musician yourself, you liked to think you were part of the band. Bill was the only one who was missing, as he went straight to his own room and was probably snoring up a storm right now.

“Will you stop your naggin’? I’m tryin’ to listen to this,” Elvis pointed at the record that was spinning in the stereo next to him as you looked over your shoulder, making you roll your eyes as he held up his hand.

“I’m not naggin’,” you mumbled, tearing your eyes from the view and walking over to the bed instead, sitting next to Scotty’s feet.

“Your sighin’ is loud,” the guitarist on the bed grinned playfully at you, taking a drag from his cigar. You rolled your eyes once more, but didn’t stop the small laugh that was tickling in your throat from coming out.

“Well, I’m bored!” you exclaimed in frustration, letting yourself fall back on the bed with your legs dangling off the edge of it. Stretching your arms out above your head, you stared up at the ceiling with a pout. “We’re in Hawaii. I was hoping we’d have drinks after the show – you know, have fun. But you two act like a couple of old men, listening to your little records and smokin’ those smelly cigars,”

“We can’t go out and have fun because we either get mobbed by a bunch of folks or you pick fights with men twice your size,” Elvis scoffed in amusement, sinking down further on the armchair he was in, stretching his legs out in front of him. A laugh came from Scotty, who nodded in agreement which made you turn on your stomach and glare at him.

“That’s only because I have you two as my guard dogs so I know I’ll always win the fight, no matter what,” you smiled teasingly. When you’d have a few of those pretty colorful drinks, it was true that you lost your filter and picked fights with men who annoyed you – Elvis and Scotty were always there to throw the punches when needed so you were never really too worried about finding yourself in a situation that wasn’t safe.

Your two male companions didn’t always liked doing so, but they’d stick up for you without any questions asked. Even if you’d be in the wrong–which was usually the case–they would still choose your side. Bill was usually the one dragging you away from the situation, because in your drunk state you’d try and join the guys in their little rumble.

A harsh flat handed slap was landed on your ass, which made you yelp in surprise as you were quick to turn around and kick your leg out at Elvis who now stood at the end of the bed. He caught your ankle with ease, laughing at you.

“Don’t refer to me as your dog, spoiled little thing,”

It wasn’t weird for you and Elvis or Scotty to be touchy feely with each other. You trusted these men and considered them to be your best friends, something like brotherly figures so you weren’t surprised when Elvis let go of your ankle and laid himself fully on top of you, squashing you under his weight.

You laughed as you reached out a hand to Scotty, silently asking for help – he granted it to you by taking your hand and pulling you further up the bed, but Elvis moved right along with you, grinning confidently to himself because you were completely trapped.

“Someone’s gonna get huuurt,” Scotty sang as you managed to plant your hands against Elvis’ jaw, trying to push him off of you – it turned into a full on wrestling match, but Scotty knew you could never accept your losses and play fighting could get you to the point of actual frustration.

There had been a time where you kicked Elvis in the face because he wouldn’t stop tickling you and it ended with him having a nose bleed and a very bad mood.

Scotty did not want that to happen tonight.

“Yeah stop it, Elvis, you will get hurt,” you laughed as you planted your feet against his thighs, creating enough distance for you to crawl up the bed and sit next to Scotty. Elvis and you were out of breath, laughing as you could just see in his eyes that he wanted to have another go at you, but Scotty’s words stopped him.

“Let’s play a game before you murder each other,” the man next to you announced as he killed his cigar in the ash tray, putting it on the bedside table.

Elvis sat down on the foot of the bed, raising an eyebrow. “Well, someone has to go down to the lobby to ask for card games and it ain’t gonna be me,” he quickly said, pointing at you.

“No, I ain’t talkin’ about card games,” Scotty chuckled as he sat up straight in the bed and reached out for the phone. “Truth or Dare. We order some food and drinks, play like we always do,”

You moved to sit up on your knees, clapping excitedly as you immediately agreed to the idea. It was the most dull game in existence, but when playing with the right people, it could get juicy. With a few drinks in you, the game was the reason for the three of you knowing most of your deepest and darkest secrets. Or well, nastiest secrets.

Things that you would never ever tell anyone else, especially not a man, but you knew Scotty and Elvis would take your secrets to the grave, just like you’d do with theirs.

Elvis chuckled and agreed, allowing Scotty to order room service as he surprised you with another attack when you weren’t paying attention.

“Truth!” you told Scotty after he asked you to pick one, which made him let out a small huff as he took a big sip of his bottled beer.

You had been annoying them for the past couple of rounds, picking truth over and over again because both men were gradually getting tipsy and you just knew that their dares would be weird – you needed a few more drinks yourself before you went down that road.

“When was the last time you touched yourself?” he asked with wiggle of his eyebrows, both him and Elvis watching you like a hawk as they awaited your answer. You weren’t bothered by the question, because it wasn’t weird for the three of you to talk about sex, masturbation or whatever.

They’d tell you about their sexual adventures, whether that was alone or with another person, and you did the same.

“Last night,” you shrugged, popping a fry in your mouth.

Elvis’ eyebrows raised in surprise, looking down at you as you were laying on your stomach on the bed and he was sitting on the foot of it again with his legs crossed. “But you slept over at my house last night, in m-my bed..”

“Your point?”

Scotty let out a laugh, putting his beer down. “As if you’ve never jerked off while we were around,” Elvis looked at Scotty, grinning smugly as he chewed on some fries.

“Who knows? Maybe I did,” he sang mysteriously and you rolled your eyes, telling him you heard him jerking off in the shower plenty of times when you’d be staying over because the bathroom was right next his bedroom.

In the moment, you never said anything about it but during games like these, you loved to bring up the fact that you were very aware of these things.

The later it got, the more drinks were consumed and the crazier the questions and dares turned. The alcohol in your system was doing its job because you felt loose and definitely not bored anymore, not bothered by the fact that all three of you were now sitting on the bed in your underwear because you kept daring each other to take off pieces of clothing.

“I dare youuuu,” Elvis hummed, squinting his eyes a little as he looked at you in thought, trying to think of something for you to do. He had a few things on his mind and although you were tipsy yourself, he had no idea if you’d actually do the things he had in mind – but the beers he had got rid off his filter and the words rolled off his tongue before he could even stop himself, making Scotty widen his eyes. “To touch yourself while we watch,”

You chuckled as you quirked an eyebrow, putting the drink in your hand on the bedside table before you hooked your fingers under your panties, looking at the two men. “Only if you pick dare next when I ask you,” you bargained and Elvis and Scotty immediately nodded, not taking the risk of you backing out of what you were about to do.

Scotty moved down the foot of the bed along with Elvis, the both of them sitting there as if they were about to say prayer, excited eyes watching your movements. You giggled softly and pulled your panties down, discarding them somewhere next to you as you bit your lip. You might regret this whole thing tomorrow, but right now you just didn’t care. The drinks you had in the last few hours had gotten you turned on, as well as seeing your friends in nothing but their underwear.

They were good looking men and you were nothing but a mere human being with feelings and needs.

“Goddamn,” Scotty mumbled under his breath as he watched you shamelessly spread your legs in front of them, cute pedicured toes right in front of him and his friend.

Elvis’ hand found its home around your ankle, fingertips caressing your heated skin as both men watched the glistening slick of your arousal on your fingers as you slipped them through your folds.

“You two act like you never seen one before,” you laughed playfully, placing your other hand next to you on the bed.

“Well, not yours, honey. How’d you get so wet?” Elvis grinned as his teeth sunk into his lower lip, his hand itching to creep up your thigh and touch the pussy you were so shamelessly putting on display.

Scotty’s hand did what Elvis’ wanted to, slipping up the inside of your thigh but before he could reach where he wanted to, you swatted his hand away with a laugh. “That wasn’t the dare, Moore,” he pouted, chuckling softly as he decided to palm the flesh of your thigh instead. “This is what these mai tai’s do to me. Can’t help myself,” you told Elvis with a giggle, shrugging as your fingers found your clit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive bud.

The moan that left your mouth caught the two men by surprise, but their pawing at your legs intensified immediately, a string of raspy curses rolling off their tongues.

“Fuckin’ hell. Bet she’s so tight,” Scotty pointed out to Elvis, talking about you as if you weren’t even in the room and surprisingly, that turned you on even more. Maybe you weren’t such a feminist as you liked to believe.

Elvis grinned as he watched your hole squeeze around nothing, muscles contrasting as your fingertips were rubbing at your clit faster.

“Put your finger inside,” he told you, nudging Scotty’s arm with his elbow, as if to say ‘watch this’. A smart and teasing remark was heavy on your mind, but you couldn’t get yourself to form the words so instead you did as he told you to and moved your hand down. Your finger slipped in easily with how turned on you were and you whimpered softly, your toes curling in the sheets at the way they were watching you so hungrily.

“Jesus Y/N,” Scotty laughed softly as you were pushing your own finger out because of how eagerly your muscles were squeezing in on it. “You want one of us to do it for ya?”

You immediately nodded your head at his question, because at this point you were so turned on that you didn’t care about the game anymore. You wanted more, wanted to feel their hands on you.

“Let’s see how much she can fit,” Elvis told Scotty with a smirk on his face, the one on the face of the guitarist just as smug. Just as devilish. It only added fuel to the fire that you felt licking at every inch of your skin, removing your own hand as Scotty’s hand ran up your thigh once more.

This time you didn’t stop him, gasping softly as he gathered your slick on his fingers before pushing one inside of you. You moaned as your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, biting your lower lip. You couldn’t stop your hips from moving along to the pace of his finger, which was pumping in and out of you slowly but steadily.

“She’s fuckin’ tight, El,” Scotty laughed, your walls clenching around his digit as he spoke those words. Elvis laughed and leaned further up the bed, replacing his own finger with Scotty’s when the guitarist told him to. “Imagine feelin’ that around your cock,”

The two men laughed in unison, watching their fingers slip in and out of you as if they were working on the greatest science project. It shouldn’t even turn you on, because these were the guys that would fart in front of you and talked about fucking girls on the road as if you were one of the guys, but fuck… you weren’t even thinking about that right now.

They made sure you couldn’t, because as soon as Elvis added another finger and Scotty placed his hand flat on the mount of your pussy, thumb circling your clit, you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore. Laying on your back now, your hands move into your own hair as moans that could put pornstars to shame rolled off your tongue. You could hear them mumbling to each other but you couldn’t make out what they were saying and you didn’t care, trying not to writhe too much on the bed or accidentally kick them in your frantic state.

Pretty sure neither Elvis or Scotty could appreciate a nose bleed in this situation.

You didn’t know exactly how you got in your current position, the alcohol in your blood making your head spin, but you sure as hell weren’t complaining.

Elvis had his hands pressed against the back of your thighs, keeping your legs spread and bend upward a little as he was eagerly licking up your cunt, sucking on your clit softly as he looked up at you and Scotty was now on his side next to you. His boxershorts were down to his thighs, cock heavy in your hand as his hand engulfed your cheek, hungrily kissing you.

The sight made Elvis groan against your sensitive skin which caused you to moan in the guitarist’s mouth, your hand moving faster as your other managed to sneak its way into Elvis’ gelled hair to push him firmer against you.

You never actually had a threesome. You’ve slept with a few guys, but unfortunately they had all been selfish lovers.

They never took their time with you.

They never stayed down there as long as Elvis did and they never caressed your face so lovingly as Scotty did while moaning in your mouth. This was a whole new territory for you and while the two men talked about sex more often than you, they had never done this before either.

Especially not together and especially not with one of their closest female friends.

But your taste and touches were addicting and they couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Scotty was rutting himself into your first as his tongue explored your mouth, sucking and nipping at your tongue and lips, while Elvis’ grip on your thighs got stronger as he dipped his tongue into you as much as he could. Not caring that you were in a hotel room and Bill’s room was next door, you were moaning out your friends names, not knowing who to focus on as Scotty pulled your bra up, his hand immediately squeezing your breasts.

Elvis sneaked a third finger inside, looking up at you with a grin while sucking on your clit as he pumped them in a fast pace. Scotty pulled back from the kiss and smiled as he saw the pleasure written over your features, looking down at Elvis.

“EP,” he called out to his friend, landing a small smack against the side of the younger’s head, which made Elvis glare up at him. “Keepin’ all the good stuff to yourself, huh?”

Elvis raised his head, laughing as his lips were glossy with your slick and the sight made you clench around his fingers pathetically, moaning softly.

“I ain’t stopping you from comin’ down here,” the dark haired male in between your legs smirked and you let go of Scotty’s cock as he moved lower on the bed. You propped yourself up on the mattress by leaning on your elbows, biting your lip in anticipation as Elvis moved aside without taking his fingers out of you, giving Scotty enough space to get a taste.

“Let’s see if you taste just as sweet as you look,” Scotty winked at you as he leaned down, slipping his tongue through your wetness before flicking it against your clit. Elvis’ fingers kept up their pace, his wet lips trailing kisses up and down your thigh as Scotty moved one hand up your tummy to pinch your nipples in between his fingertips.

The feeling of having them both touch you, making you feel this good, made you feel as if you were floating. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, clawing at Scotty’s arm or tugging on Elvis’ hair. Still, you managed to open your eyes and look down at them – the sight of them both down there bringing out a side in you you never thought you had.

“T-Truth.. or d-dare?”

Elvis looked up at you, raising an eyebrow as he laughed softly. Scotty replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing at your clit slowly as he licked his lips.

“Dare,” he challenged you with a grin on his face. He was painfully turned on, ready for anything you’d throw his way.

“Kiss Elvis,” you dared, the thought of it making your heart skip for joy. The two men looked at each other, laughing awkwardly before Elvis pressed his cheek against your thigh. “W-Why? You scared?”

He didn’t miss the teasing tone in your voice and scoffed, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you which made you gasp. He chuckled and leaned on his elbow, focusing his eyes on his fingers moving in and out of you as a flush crept upon the back of his neck.

“I ain’t scared,” he huffed softly.

“Then kiss him!” you laughed, wiggling your eyebrows as he glared at you before looking at Scotty. The other shrugged, smiling.

Elvis knew he could decline. You’d probably pout about it, but he knew that it would all be playful – neither you or Scotty would be truly mad if he did not want to do this and things would continue on in the same direction they were going at. But Elvis was curious. He never kissed another guy and although he never questioned his sexuality seriously, he had fantasized about it before.

This might be his only chance to try.

“As long as it stays between us three, I don’t give a rat’s ass,” Scotty mumbled and Elvis gulped, letting out another awkward chuckle as he nodded.

You watched with wild and wide eyes as they leaned in closer to each other, heads slightly tilting before their lips touched. They were both hesitant at first but as they heard you curse and moan softly, their confidence resurfaced and they were so turned on themselves that they just didn’t care anymore. Elvis parted his lips to welcome Scotty’s tongue, groaning softly in the others mouth as he realised it wasn’t all too different from kissing a woman and that he liked it more than he’d ever admit. Their movements on you slowed down for a little bit but you did not mind at all, the sight in front of you making you squeeze Elvis’ fingers that were still buried inside of you firmly.

“Shit, that’s so hot,” you breathed, moving your hips backwards. A soft whine escaped your mouth as Elvis’ fingers slipped out of you and you quickly laid down on your tummy, intruding on their little moment.

They looked at you and grinned as you reached to Elvis to kiss him, Scotty’s lips attaching to your neck and shoulder as his hands found the clasp of your bra. He managed to flick it open in a few seconds, his hand caressing down your back and over your ass. You felt him move on the bed but were so enthralled by Elvis that you had no idea what he was up to until he grabbed your hips and pulled your ass backwards.

With a soft gasp, you pulled away from Elvis and lowered yourself on your elbows, looking over your shoulder at your friend.

“Didn’t get to have a proper taste,” he smirked as his hands slipped to your ass, spreading the cheeks to give him the view he didn’t realise he was craving so badly. You were so soaked that your arousal was staining the insides of your thighs and he could see a string of it connecting between your lips as you spread your legs a little bit more for him.

He was eager, but he was teasing because he loved how you’d moan and try and push yourself back to get his mouth where you needed it most. It felt like his lips and tongue were everywhere all at once but not on your most sensitive spot and Elvis laughed as you whined in annoyance, standing by the end of the bed in front of you. You turned to look at him with a glare which softened as soon as you saw he got rid of his boxershorts, his erection begging for attention as it was placed in front of your face.

“Stop bein’ so impatient and put that pretty mouth to good use,” he grinned down at you, his own hand wrapped around his cock as he caressed the leaking glans over your lips. You parted them immediately, swirling your tongue around him to catch some of his pre-cum on your tongue. He removed his hand so you could wrap yours around it instead and placed his hands on his hips, sticking them out a little bit as you assisted the blowjob you were giving him with your hand.

Finally, Scotty gave you what you wanted as he leaned down further and moved his lips from your ass cheeks to your pussy. He didn’t stay there very long though, making you let out a soft squeal around Elvis’ cock as he lapped his tongue over your other hole.

Elvis laughed and reached out to gather your hair together in a makeshift ponytail, keeping it out of your face. You were moaning around him because Scotty was eating out your ass as if it would be his last meal and it made Elvis grunt deeply, holding onto your hair firmly as he thrusted into your mouth a little.

“Keep goin’, Scotty. She fuckin’ likes that,” Elvis told his friend, who responded by gripping onto your ass even more roughly to keep your cheeks spread as his tongue rolled against your most sacred hole.

You’ve never been anally pleasured and even though you were happy that Scotty was the first one to do so, you couldn’t understand why you hadn’t done this before – this was absolute heaven.

He got sloppier with his actions, his tongue dipping down lower to drag it through your folds and back up in between your ass cheeks. When he wound his arm around your thighs and his fingers found your clit, you were an absolute goner. Your hand moved fast around Elvis’ cock and you could barely keep your breathing under control, tears stinging in your eyes as you felt your orgasm creeping in on you.

Both men could see it by the state you were in, but neither of them pulled away – Elvis chasing his own release and Scotty keeping you firmly pressed against his mouth as his tongue and fingers were equally as relentless.

You looked up at Elvis as he tugged on your hair harder, fully thrusting into your mouth now. “Fuck, yes, fuckin’.. take it, baby. Take it all,” he grunted almost animalistically as he painted your tongue white, warm strings of cum spurting against the back of your throat. You felt yourself coming undone as well, nearly choking on his cum that you had no choice but to swallow because he was still emptying himself in your mouth and his grip on your hair was too strong to pull back.

When he finally did pull back, you gasped for air and lowered your hips when Scotty moved away too - rolling around on your back to look at the man who gave you your first orgasm of the night.

“Definitely as sweet as you look,” the guitarist grinned, already crawling over to hover above you.

The two men were aware that you were not a rag doll that could be pulled in any kind of direction they pleased, but as you all steadied your breathing, Scotty laid beside you with his lips trailing kisses over your shoulder, his hand pushing your leg up. You immediately twisted your hips a little bit, making it easier for him to align himself at your entrance.

Elvis pouted as he laid on the other side of you, leaning on his elbow to look down at you. “Why does he get to go first?”

You laughed as you looked at him, running your hands through his messy hair as you kissed his lips once. “Because he’s the oldest,” you joked, gasping against Elvis’ lips as Scotty slowly pushed himself inside of you.

“That’s right,” he smirked from behind you, keeping his arm underneath your thigh to keep your leg up as he kissed your shoulder and the side of your face when you laid back in his arms. “You’re a tight little one, aren’t ya?” he mumbled in your ear, making your eyes roll in the back of your head as he softly thrusted into you.

Elvis grumbled as he moved down to kiss you again, grabbing one of your hands to move it to his cock. You laughed softly, kissing him back passionately as you wrapped your hand around his already semi hard-on. He moaned in your mouth, his hand squeezing at your breasts before he caressed it down your tummy and rubbed your clit at the same pace Scotty was thrusting into you.

Scotty’s hand was in your hair, fingertips pressing against your temple to turn your face to his. He immediately captured your lips in a heated kiss and you allowed yourself to get lost in it, the both of you not noticing the other male moving further down the bed until his fingers on your clit were replaced with his mouth.

You moaned as you looked down, Scotty mimicking your actions – the both of you were pleasantly surprised as Elvis’ mouth moved a little lower, tongue trailing over the shaft of Scotty’s cock that was now halfway inside of you because he kept still.

“Fuck, Elvis,” you grinned teasingly as he kissed and licked at your and Scotty’s connected bodies, half-lidded eyes looking up at the both of you. “Feels good, baby,”

The pet name made him more eager, glossy lips caressing up Scotty’s cock before wrapping them around your clit. The younger one had no idea what came over him and while it would’ve been easy to blame it on the alcohol, it really was because he was so freaking turned on, it was making him insatiable.

You planted your foot on Scotty’s thigh as he placed his foot flat on the bed to bend his leg a little, his arm moving up to let his calloused digits run over your nipples as he thrusted into you again, making sure Elvis still had enough room to move around down there. He moaned in your mouth as his cock accidentally slipped out of you and Elvis’ tongue came into contact with his cockhead.

The two men froze, Scotty slowly pulling away from the kiss to look down at Elvis. Elvis looked back, flushed cheeks, rutting his hips softly against the bed to create some friction between him and the sheets.

“Oh, please. It’s just us three,” you urged with a giggle lingering in the back of your throat, snaking one arm around Scotty’s neck to tangle your fingers in his hair. “My lips are sealed, guys,” you told them honestly, flashing Elvis a sweet smile. Scotty had already thrown caution to the wind, going back to kissing your neck hungrily – Elvis took it as a sign to continue. He trusted you both and he was too turned on to back out now.

He moved his hand up to push Scotty’s cock back into you, who moaned in your ear and thrusted into you. He picked up the pace a little, moving his hand from your chest to your neck as you moaned when Elvis spit on a string of saliva on your clit before spreading it anywhere he could reach with his tongue.

“I fuckin’ love your pussy,” Scotty breathed in your ear as he tried his best not to fuck you senseless, his hand moving from your neck, up your cheek and tangling in your hair. “Can’t believe I never fucked ya before, princess,”

You could barely answer him, his words going straight to your core as you clenched around him firmly to keep him trapped inside of you every time he thrusted forward. You turned your face to him, pressing your forehead against his as you moaned lewdly, moving one hand down to place it on the back of Elvis’ head.

“You n-never asked,” you joked at him, grinning while capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss.

Elvis loved being one of the reasons for the both of you moaning like this, but he was painfully hard again and nearly humping the bed wasn’t doing much to grant him the pleasure he craved. He needed more and he needed it now.

He sat up on his knees, running his hands through his hair as he licked your arousal from his lips. “Wanna fuck her,” he whined softly and Scotty laughed, slowly pulling out of you.

“C’mere, impatient little thing,” you repeated his earlier words to him with a grin on your face, your arms reaching out to welcome him. You never expected Elvis to be submissive or whatsoever but you loved every second of it, cupping his face as he planted his hands next to your head while situating himself at your entrance.

He leaned his face down to yours, letting you kiss him lovingly as he pushed himself inside of you. He gasped in your mouth as he bottomed out in you, groaning lowly.

“Tight, ain’t she?” Scotty laughed from beside you, his fingers playing with your hair as it sprawled around you like a halo. Elvis pulled back from the kiss and looked at Scotty, shaking his head a little in amusement as he chuckled.

“Damn tight. I don’t know if I’m able to last long,” he told you as he found your eyes again, a small smirk lingering on his face. You didn’t know if he was serious but honestly you didn’t care – you just needed him to fuck the shit out of you.

“Fuck me already, Presley,” you sighed theatrically, rolling your eyes as you grinned. A laugh escaped him as he shut you right up when he started thrusting into you at a steady and firm pace, your moans mixing sinfully with the sound of your skins connecting.

With your cunt and mouth filled, you felt like a completely different person. Although you had always enjoyed sex, maybe more so than a girl should according to society, you never dared dream about the position you were in tonight. Scotty on his knees next to your head as he thrusted into your mouth and Elvis fucking you into the mattress as his fingertips dug into your hips.

The moans and whines that you hummed out around Scotty’s cock were sending chills down his spine and the sounds that came from them were downright sinful. You loved every single second of it.

Finding your clit with your own fingers, you rubbed at the little nub mercilessly as you breathed through your nose as much as you could. Elvis couldn’t stop himself as you were repeatedly clenching your muscles around him, his hips stuttering into you though before he came inside of you–which he so badly wanted–he was smart enough to pull out and empty himself all over your tummy with a string of cursed moans rolling off his tongue.

Scotty immediately pulled out of your mouth because of the sight and you could already see what he was planning to do. Quickly squeezing your eyes shut, you stuck your tongue out as you felt his cum land on your face and nowhere near your tongue – hearing a soft chuckle coming from him, something told you that was exactly his plan.

As Elvis dropped himself next to you on the bed, you carefully opened your eyes and glared at Scotty.

“A little warning next time is appreciated, thank you,” you scoffed playfully at him as he laid on your other side, catching his breath.

“Next time, huh?” he wiggled his eyebrows once, which made you chuckle as you let yourself fall back down on the bed to lay in between them. You took the tissues Elvis got from his bedside table and wiped your face, laughing.

“I mean I’d be up for it, if you two are,”

Elvis rolled on his side, grinning softly at the sight of his sticky cum still on your stomach. “Only if you use a condom when fuckin’ anyone else,”

Scotty nodded in agreement and you scoffed, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Says the one who will fuck anything with a pair of legs and a beating heart,”

“I can’t help it that these girls throw ‘emselves at me!” he countered back and a grin spread across your face, raising your eyebrow as you looked at the singer next to you.

“I don’t think it’s just girls anymore,” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows as you nudged Scotty’s arm.

Elvis was about to reach out to you to pin you on the bed but you were quick as you crawled to the end of the bed, jumping off it while laughing. He threw a pillow your way, which you dodged by stepping aside.

“I swear to God, Y/N.. if you tell anyone about this-“

“I won’t, Elvis! Jeez..” you giggled, placing your hands on the end of the bed to look at the two butt naked men in front of you. “There’s nothing wrong with bein’ a little gay, guys. Enjoy it while you’re at it,”

Scotty nearly choked on the cigar he lit, laughing loudly as Elvis threw another pillow your way, hitting you right in the face this time. You huffed and picked it up, wanting to throw it back until a loud bang came from the other side of the wall.

“Shut the fuck up! I’m tryin’ to sleep!” Bill’s voice rumbled in annoyance and you quickly threw the pillow at Elvis, crawling back in between them as you fell into a fit of hushed giggles.

It was safe to say that you no longer saw Elvis and Scotty as brotherly figures, but despite going at it like rabbits every chance you’d get, they’d always be your best friends. If anything, this little friends with benefits arrangement only made your bond grow stronger and you’d take that over selfish lovers that cared very little about you any day.

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