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lazyneonrabbitt · 4 months

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Shielded

Daryl Dixon x Reader | fantasy AU

Everyone openly shows and uses their powers, except for Daryl. Until you get hurt.

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Daryl always saw you as a sweet, small lady who’d be easily hunted down or snatched away. Not because you were weak or inexperienced, but because of the way you looked.

Some generations ago children started to be born with animal attributes that came with a set of skills or powers that oftentimes altered their appearance.

Where Rick was blessed with the precision of a hawk that showed in his eyes and never missed a single shot, Rosita had cat-like reflexes that came with a tail to balance her out more evenly and pointed ears with the smallest tuft of fur at the end. Then there was Carol who was given the ability to heal, which as she learned turned her hair more and more gray with every physical wound she healed and took from her happiness as she brightened someone else’s dark thoughts.

And you, you were born with the long ears and fuzzy tail of a rabbit which on one hand made you easily anxious, but also gave you the leg strength to kick a walker’s head clean off with a single strike.

Of course there were also people who despised the conditions they were born with and did everything in their power to hide them. One of those people was Daryl.

People would often take guesses what he kept hidden but he never budged and would often walk away from any of said conversations.

Conversations like this one.

“Have I ever told you I love those wings of yours?” Daryl was quick to wave you off with a “dunno wha’ yer talkin’bout.” He turned to walk away you, showing you just the thing you talked about. “The wings. On your vest. The one Judith fixed for you.” Oh how stupid he felt in that moment. He’d always been so stuck on people only talking to him when they either needed his help or came to pry that he immediately shot you down when it wasn’t an ask for help.

“Yeah uh. Thanks I guess.” He had been wearing that vest for so long he sometimes forgot what it meant to him. He was so conditioned to hate his traits that he had kept them hidden ever since he was a child. Whenever it was mentioned he was told it was a shame how it ruined his masculinity, how it made him look like he didn’t belong in their family. And how it didn’t fit his dirty looks and lifestyle as a hunter and tracker who’d often hide away in the woods.

He wanted to like all of him but it all brought back memories of year upon years of abuse and the pain that came with it, mentally and physically.

“Come on, we should start heading back, we got enough food for now.” Carrying around more was only gonna slow you down if you had to start running. Plus it was going to be hard to stash it all in your temporary bridge building campsite.

It was around dinnertime when everyone had stopped working for the day or was taking a break to eat as the distant growling and rustling caught people's attention.

From almost every side walkers stumbled out of the surrounding woods, catching you off guard and easily outnumbering your current group. You hopped up and ran off to your tent to grab the weapons you had left there but not managing to make it as you were surrounded in an instant.

Having to work with the one hunting knife on you you opted for a wide kick to the front row of walkers to give you some breathing room and a moment to unsheathe said knife before sinking it into the skull of one stumbling forward. All around you there were people fighting this herd that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

You spun and stepped around taking walkers down with kicks and stabs, ready to spin back and kick one's lights out as it ducked out of your way and a knife was sunk deep into your leg.

You shrieked in pain as a easily recognizable crossbow bolt sank into the attacker's skull. But with the amount of walkers swarming towards you you weren't sure if that one bolt really made a difference.

With the knife stuck in your leg you sat crouched on the forest floor with only a small knife to protect yourself. You closed your eyes and braced for the agonizing tear of flesh and loud growling and gnawing. You duck down, hiding your face in your arms and surrounding yourself in darkness so that you wouldn't see any of it, sobbing into your arms as the panic fully set in.

Everything was dark.

And it stayed dark, your ears were ringing from panic and everything was dark.

Sucking in a breath you slowly opened your eyes, still down in your arms and lifted up your head. Ears still ringing but your eyesight was alright, but it was still dark.

Slowly shapes came back into view, small spots of light coming from behind you and peeked from underneath at the forest floor. The ringing in your ears faded as a panting noise came from beside you and only now were you registering a weight on your shoulders.

The sounds of walkers and fighting still surrounded you but it was all muffled, like you had your head buried under the covers at home to drown out the yelling. Your head turned to inspect your surroundings, still not entirely back on earth yet as all you saw was ..white? and red stains.. it was all around you until your eyes met with Daryl who was crouched beside you. He was the one panting, a pained expression on his face as a hand went to rest on your knee now that you were coming back from your panic attack.

"Ya alright?" A soft whisper left his lips, not wanting to startle you and rubbed soft circles onto your skin. "Yer safe, I got ya."

Whatever it was that surrounded you wasn't moving. Not until the sounds outside of it had died down and someone shouted for Daryl.

Everything in your vision shifted at the call of his name, but never moved away as he made sure you were alright. Only after you had reached for his hand and given it a squeeze he slowly moved to sit back and light poured back into your vision.

A wave of shock came over you as you realized what kept you safe. As the forest came back into view, so did your ability to properly see in the daylight again. There was a massive pair of wings moving out of your view.

Muted white feathers were splattered in reds. Its movements erratic and paired with pained groans coming from behind you.

Without thinking you spun around, wincing in pain and dropping down on your good leg and staring at the man behind you.

Daryl sat there, on the forest floor with his button up shirt torn up. His leather vest wasn't on his anymore and the bloody pair of wings that kept you safe were sprouted from his back.

Every little movement his wings made had him try to pull away from them in pain, a clear sign of abandoning his powers for so long. The blood covering the feathers on both the in and outside of the wings also showed another story of why he'd hide them. But even with the gore all over them they were so pretty.

By now two people had rushed over to you and were making quick work of patching up your leg as you kept your focus on Daryl who looked to be having the worst time.

His gaze went from person to person, erratic breathing and a panicked look in his eyes. In his rush to save you he had summoned his wings after hiding them for almost forty years. But not even the open wounds and torn skin on his back hurt as much as the memories flooding back to the front of his mind. The voices of his family and their friends talking about him like he was a disgrace, a failure and a downright worthless being.

He kept his eyes on you then, focusing on the skilled hands of the medics working on your leg but immediately backing away as they got up and came towards him.

He backed up against a tree, his back hitting the bark. He let out a pained groan as he kept his eyes on the two trying to help him. No words were needed to let it be known he didn't want anyone near him.

Behind the two, you had gotten back on your feet and held onto a makeshift crutch to stay upright and had silently asked Rick to fetch you a blanket which he happily brought you.

Stumbling you made your way past the pair that still kept their eye on Daryl and crouched down with great difficulty. “If I put this over your back, will you follow me to the medical tent?” You held the blanket out to him, allowing him to take it from you on his own terms. “That way no one will see, and no one has to touch unless you say it’s okay.” You could see on his face he was still hesitating to come away from the tree that was doing his back more bad than good. As he reached forward his shoulder twitched and his wing slumped to the ground, almost pulling his full body with it. You took this as a sign to go ahead and drape the fabric over his back as well as you could while keeping yourself up on your crutch and being careful to not touch his wings. You slowly stepped back as he tried to get up off the ground but clearly not being in great control of his wings. Once he was upright you asked him again to follow you but he wasn’t moving just yet. His wings were still spread rather wide. You gave him a sweet smile, being as patient and understanding as you could. Luckily you were the one with the ‘patience of an angel’ according to the group. You watched as he looked at his wings one at a time to guide them into a folded position. Normally movements like those would be hardwired into someone’s system and it would all go without thinking twice, but in Daryl’s case he needed to see where his wings were going to keep them in check. When he had them folded close to his body he took his first steps towards the medical tent, falling into step with your slow hobbles.

“Alright,” You let out a sigh as you ran into yet another problem. “I’m not gonna get you in here with your wings out..” It was already hard enough for him to be moving around right now, let alone retract his wings in his current state, but you had to ask. “Do you know how to retract them?” He scoffed like child not wanting to speak up about a broken vase to his mother. You turned to look at him after securing the tent’s entrance open. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes as mumbled something you couldn’t make out.

“What was that? I can’t treat your back with your wings in the way.” Your tome was almost apologetic, knowing it would probably hurt him more than summoning them earlier.

“Dun wanna.” He looked up to find your gaze, his voice low. “Makes a mess..”

You wondered what mess he meant, but you were sure of the fact they weren’t gonna go for a while so you had to come up with something. Back inside the tent stood an armless chair that you offered Daryl at the entrance, asking him to sit in it backwards, facing away from the tent so you could tend to his wounds with the most possible coverage. “I’ll treat the open wounds as best as I can right now, but I’m gonna have to actually see what’s going on there.” Your hand reached over to his shoulder and laid there. “Is that okay? Just for medical purposes.”

He gave you a grunt and a wary okay, and with that you ever so carefully took the blanket off his back to reveal the tattered button down that his wings had torn through.

You dig for a knife and skillfully cut away at the fabric, freeing up space to clean as more of his back was revealed to you. Two thick streams of dried blood ran from the base of his wings down into the waistband of his pants and stained the entire base of his wings, white feathers completely dark red.

You took the supplies and got going, apologizing every time you touched the cloth to his skin earning a wince from him. As you wiped away the dried blood more details on his skin came into view. Tattoos of creatures with demon like wings made you wonder if he preffered to have those same kind of wings. And scars of different ages, most of which you didn't even dare to ask about. You chose to keep your thoughts for another time.

“I’m gonna try to dress some of the wounds, make sure they don't get infected."

He let out an agreeing grunt, and you went ahead to talk him through your process as you worked.

Soon enough his back was patched in white bandages, but you had no spare clorhing for him that would fit over his wings..

You stared around, thinking and letting out a frustrated huff as you scolded yourself for not thinking this far ahead.

"Wha's botherin' ya, cotton tail?" Daryl's tired voice sounded through the tent and you turned back towards him to explain yourself.

"There's no spare clothing that fits over your wings." You sounded defeated by the setback, but Daryl quickly gave you a solution before your anxious bunny brain went back into panic mode.

You thanked him for his input and went to fetch one of the leftover blankets that were too small to sleep under and cut it as he instructed.

"Alright, so I cut it halfway over the lenght. That's it?" You held the thing up and inspected it, unsure what to do next.

"Ya, tha's it." He holds up his hand as far as his body allowed it.

"Nah hand me the thin ends tha' ya jus' cut." He held his hands at his shoulders to take the pieces of fabric from your hands. When he had both ends in his hands he pulled them forward until the end of the cut touched the back of his neck.

You watched him pull the garment over his torso and onlg when he showed you how it hung over him did you realize how dumb you were for not getting his explaination at first. "Oh damn, it's like your poncho." It worked great to cover his front and back while still leaving the sides open for his wings. If he kept the base below his shoulders it would sit well enough.

"Should I find a way to get you home? Get you some privacy to deal with your wings?" Daryl's eyes followed your struggling movements as you hobbled around deep in thought.

"Yo Rick!" He called over before you had even taught of an option.

The man in question showed up at the tent only seconds later, happy to see his friend more comfortable again.

A request to get a ride home was quickly approved and fixed with some creative seating in the flat back of the pickup. You had never in your years of knowing him seen Rick drive so carefully, but it did give you time to really take in the scenery of the woods like you used to before the world ended.

Back within the walls Rick had dropped you off at Daryl's home where he assisted you up the porch steps and helped maneuver Daryl's wings carefully through the doorframe.

Once inside you had Rick generously help to move around furniture to accomodate Daryl's wings.

A matress in the place where the coffee table sat, that was now next to the dinner table.

You had drawn the curtains and were preparing some warm food, leaning against the counter on your good leg while Daryl laid on the matress in the living room, on his stomach trying to get comfortable.

"I got us some food, wanna eat now or later?" When you got no response you grabbed a small portion for yourself and ate where you stood before going to take a nap on the couch.

Even with him passing out way before you, you still woke up earlier. The light that shone through the curtains now almost entirely gone and deciding you'd just go back to sleep and deal with things tomorrow. Daryl really needed the rest as well.

When morning came you found Daryl awake but still laying down in the matress. He had his head turned to you and resting on his arms, greeting you lazily as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

"G'morning, Dee. Sleep well?" You leaned up on your elbow and gave him a once-over. His wings rested against the floor and the fabric over his back had shifted only a little bit.

"Yeah I did. Been thinkin' as well." He sat up on his knees and let his wings hang down beside him.

You had sat up against the armrest of the couch as well, legs stretched out in front of you.

"Ya got supplies here. I'll put mah wings away if ya make sure not ta tell anyone." His hand that rested in his lap came up to chew at his skin in a nervous habit.

Your smile lit up the room, and maybe having you stay when he retracted his wings wouldn't be much of an issue. You had only looked at him with admiration in your eyes

You looked him over and gave him a kind nod, slowly making your way into the kitchen to fetch the box of medical items and scooted it over to the livingroom with your crutch. When you came back he was still sitting there. You saw his body move with every deep breath and suddenly a cracking sound filled the room. Daryl let out a pained noise as his wings started shedding all their feathers and the flesh structure disappeared back underneath his skin. The process wasn't fast and Daryl's sounds made it clear it was a painful one. Blood from reopened wounds trickled down his back again as the skin fully settled.

You huffed as you dropped down behind him to patch up his back again, cleaning up the tears where the bone came through and asking permission to stitch him up before doing so.

When he was fully patched up you planted a soft kiss at the base of his neck, and the right between his shoulderblades where you kept yojr lips against his skin for a moment before sitting back up.

"Thanks for saving me, Daryl." He gave a pleased hum in response before moving to lay back down, shoving the feathers off the matress. "I'll help clean later, promise." A long drawn sigh escaped his lips as he slid all the way down. "Sleep first." And with that he passed out again.

While he slept you gathered up the prettiest feathers and snuck one of his bolts into a bag. Cutting off a small strip of the red rag he always carried you carefully put it in the bag with the feathers as well.

With lots of effort and as little sound as possible you snuck down to his room where you knew he kept tools and supplies you needed for your little plan.

With all the luck in the world you found a small piece of wood, perfect to hold the bolt upright i to it as you worked to strategicly tie the nicest feathers to the bolt, just below its own feathered end and hid the wire with the red cloth that you tied artistically around it. With one of the woodworking knives you found you carefully cut a bit of the bark off to get a smooth surface to carve text into.

After finishing your little thank you gift you went back upstairs to find Daryl still passed out on the matress, softly snoring away. It was the most calm you had ever seen him and you hoped to see him in this domestic setting and this soft side of him more often.

While he still recovered in dreamland you swiped together the mess of fearhers, leaning on the broom so much the bristles all spread out but you eventually got the job done.

You knew for a fact you were gonna get scolded for cleaning up by yourself with your bad leg but you couldn't just leave his home a mess.

Besides, if you were gonna put Daryl's gift in a nice spot for him to find when he woke up you couldn't be slipping on any loose feathers and rudely wake him.

So you cleaned, made some space on the small side table against the wall and placed your gift on it before retreating to the couch.

Ofcourse aftr sitting down for only half a minute the archer stirred awake and sat up and stared around the now clean floor.

"Didn' I tell ya ta wait?" He raises an eyebrow at you as you shied away from his gaze, apologizing under your breath.

"Wha' was tha'?" Daryl had gotten up and now stood towering over you in just his jeans, his torso adorned in tattoos and scars on full display for you to be distracted by.

"Asked y'a question, fluffbutt." He tapped a finger to your chin and have you look up at him with wide eyes.

"Ya like starin? S'rude ya know."

You blinked and looked away, this time apologizing a bit louder this time. With a smile he let you of your chin and stroked your soft furred ear. He let out a surprised hum. "Even softer than I thought." He fidgeted the end between his fingers, easily getting just as distracted by the softness as you had by his roughness.

Your hand reached up go place it on his and looked him in the eyes. Neither of you spoke a word, the way you looked at each other spoke volumes. A shaky breath left your lips right before he bent down and pressed his own lips against them.

It didn't last long but it said enough. Your eyes moved between Daryl's and the gift you had left on the table for him and he followed your gaze behind him.

There, on the small table that held some of his candles stood something new.

He took his time to study it up close. He held the wooden block in his hands, inspecting the bolt for a moment and recognising it as the one he had pulled from the head of the walker that almost bit you. Its feathers were torn and the base was cracked, no longer useful now that he looked it over.

There were off white feathers in different sizes tied just below the end. His feathers. There wasn't a single strand off on them, almost perfect in their form and he had to admit they looked really good combined with the rugged bolt. Thw whole piece came together between the oiled up red fabric of the cloth he carried around everywhere, its frayed edges standing out against the bright feathers.

But the thing that hit the hardest were the words carved into its stand.

"To my guardian angel"

His voice was soft as he set the piece back down and walked over to you, pulling you up into a tight hug.

"Thanks fer makin' me hate mahself a lil' less." His sentence ended with another kiss.

As he set you down he announced he needed more comfortable clothes as he set out to his basement room and change.

When he came back you had made your way into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as the food from yesterday warmed up.

"Hey, Daryl?"

He came walking over to you, his hair up in a messy bun and rocking dark, patched up sweats and a faded band tee that was missing its sleeves. "Yeah, lil' bunny rabbit?"

You looked up at him with nothing but admiration and love.

"Have I ever told you I love those wings of yours?"

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A/N: Wow! A different AU from my usual writings. This was a nice challenge and I hope you enjoy!

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batty4steddie · 4 months

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Can I Keep It?

Chapter 1: Have You Ever Been Arrested?

Robin had the night off. Band practice or some shit. Steve was so bored. It had been dead in Family Video all day until finally, finally someone remotely attractive came into the store: Christina Kelly, a blue-eyed, bright blonde-haired Hawkins High cheerleader. On some girls, the uniform looked frumpy, but on her, the shortness of it skirted nicely over her ass. Steve’s eyes roamed up her mile-long tan legs and settled on it. She was drop-dead gorgeous. He licked his lips and continued to watch her browse the shelves for a minute. She must’ve come from practice or a game. Steve remembered her instantly. Hard to forget a face and body like that. Damn, sometimes he really missed high school, even if it was just for the eye candy. Once he got a good, long look, he approached her with a warm smile. He welcomed her to the store and introduced himself. While he remembered her, she didn’t remember him at all. Even after he told her he was on the basketball team, the one she had cheered for all three years they had gone to school together.

Whatever.

The bell above the door tinkled as Eddie swaggered in. It was 6 P.M., and he was fully prepared for the campaign on Friday night, so he figured he would rent a few flicks to watch while he struggled through his trig homework due tomorrow. You know, be a responsible student. Maybe some entertainment with his studies would deter him from giving up and smoking the superb grass Rick had supplied him earlier that week. Eddie had already sampled more than he was technically allotted. It was just too good to keep his sticky fingers out of. Nobody was at the front counter to greet him, but Eddie spotted a tuft of styled brown hair bobbing by one of the shelves and a blonde ponytail with a green scrunchie he recognized as belonging to one of the Hawkins High cheerleaders. Steve was thrilled—not only to have someone to talk to, but he was still trying to find the one, and Christina? She could be it. Smoking hot and unsure of what she was looking for, damn if she hadn’t come to the right place. Steve turned the charm up to eleven by taking the liberty of showing her around the store. The sections of the store were clearly labeled, but he still guided her, asking if she liked comedies, romances, or thrillers. Not pegging her as a horror fan. Eddie rolled his eyes with a smirk. He had half a mind to jump in and yell BOO! to interrupt whatever heterosexual mating ritual was happening between the romance and action movies. Instead, he headed towards the horror section one aisle away from the pair, gaze flitting over the titles. When one caught his interest, he picked up the empty case and turned it over to read the premise.

Night of the Creeps, where alien space slugs turned people into sorority girl-eating zombies? That sounded pretty metal. For every suggestion Steve made, Christina took a video off the shelf to consider it. That made him think that she was totally into him. By his last suggestion, The Legend of Billie Jean, she had an arm full of tapes. He went into a brief synopsis, explaining it was about a brother and sister on the run from the police, which prompted a sly question. He paired it with his most devilish smile.

“Have you ever been arrested? ‘Cause it’s gotta be illegal to look this good.”

The voice of none other than Steve Harrington nearly made Eddie choke on his spit. He hastily reshelved the movie. How had he not recognized that famous hair? Eddie’s fingers clamped onto the top of the shelf as he stealthily peeked over it. He felt a giggle bubbling up in his chest at the schmoozy smile plastered on Steve’s face. The cheerleader backed up a step, expression twisting. “Ew, I have a boyfriend.” She dropped the movies from her arms, shoving past Steve towards the exit. “Creep.”

Eddie covered his grinning mouth with his hand, rings clacking against each other gently. Steve Harrington had zero skill when it came to the babes. Eddie always figured he tossed his hair, and they flocked to him. What a pleasant surprise.

Christina’s reaction was so bad. There wasn’t even a laugh at the fun cheesiness of it. Of course she had a fucking boyfriend. How many times was Steve going to go barking up the wrong tree? He groaned when the tapes hit the floor, and his smile instantly dropped. His concern was more about damage to the tapes that Keith would take out of his pay if they were broken than his bruised ego from Christina calling him a creep. Which hardly was the truth. The bell jingled as the door closed. In the ensuing silence, a giggle finally escaped. Eddie quickly ducked out of view when Steve turned in his direction. He poked his head around the corner before coming out, starting a slow clap. “Wow. That was epic, man.”

Steve was just about to bend down to pick up the tapes when he heard a laugh. The fucking laugh he wanted Christina to laugh. He hissed and flushed briefly with embarrassment, of course, because what was worse than striking out? Having a certified freak witness it. “Yeah, well, I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen a chick on your arm, Eddie. Can’t blame me for trying, man. I’m just not her type.”

Because she had a fucking boyfriend. Steve was beyond annoyed—he was humiliated, and the tapes were still on the floor. He sighed softly and bent down to scoop them up.

“You wouldn’t,” Eddie replied, not missing a beat. “My arm is for me only. I keep all my foxy ladies back at my sweet, sweet bachelor pad.”

From Steve’s bent position over the videotape, a piece of hair had fallen into his eyes as he looked up at Eddie. His brow furrowed, but he didn’t say anything. Just looked completely puzzled by the comment.

He knew Eddie was poor and lived in a trailer at the trailer park, but even he could get chicks to hang out with him there? Or was he keeping some women there against their will? Eddie wouldn’t admit that to him, would he? Even if he was a freak like everybody said.

Steve shook his head and huffed inaudibly. He wasn’t sure if that was the truth, but still, he didn’t like hearing when other people were successful in their romantic pursuits.

The last time Eddie had a chick on his arm was in nineteen-seventy-eight at a Burger King birthday party when Jeremy Jenkins dared Heather Drew to kiss him. She’d tasted like ketchup and strawberry Lip Smacker. Eddie had spent the entire excruciatingly long three-second kiss staring at the cardboard cutout of the king standing behind her. Eddie’s grin widened when he spotted the red on Steve’s cheeks. He held back from further mocking purely for Dustin and the other kids’ sake. According to his little sheep, Steve might as well have hung the fucking moon, but Eddie still saw him for what he was: a bully. Plain and simple. The guy who would call Eddie names in the hallways along with his dumb jock friends. Eddie's back was well acquainted with bruises from being shoved against lockers, and his face had taken many a beating by the dumpsters. It might never have been Steve’s particular fist in his face, and Eddie had never taken anything lying down (fuck no), but he knew Steve’s kind. And he wasn’t a Harrington groupie.

“You could help,” Steve griped when he saw one of the tapes had gone as far as three feet, right where Eddie was standing.

Eddie toed the movie closest to him with his sneaker. Molly Ringwald’s pouty face stared up at him from the cover, which was cracked right down the middle. Eddie crouched on his knees to grab it, his pants pulling uncomfortably tight from the stretch.

While leather looked punk rock as hell, it wasn't the most forgiving fabric, especially when it was actually cheap pleather.

Steve stood up with the tapes and set them on the counter while Eddie picked up the last one.

“Yeah, this one is busted,” Eddie said, popping open the case to reveal an identical crack down the tape, one of the inner reels poking through.

Steve winced. That hurt. “God damn it,” he said softly, coming over to take it from him and looking it over himself. Yeah, it was broken.

“Sorry, Molly, but if it's any consolation, your movie was probably shitty anyway.”

“Actually, it’s a pretty good movie, man. It was really popular, too. We just got it back from being rented for a while. I’m going to get questions about it all week. Who knows when we can get another copy.” Steve walked it over to the trash and threw it away. “I think you might’ve liked it. It isn’t all about her. She’s kinda annoying in it, but there’s a guy, Bender, who kind of has… your fashion sense and disposition.”

Steve chuckled as he discreetly checked out what Eddie was wearing. Eddie’s leather jacket and jewelry were pretty similar to that character’s. Steve returned to the counter and looked over the rest of the tapes. Luckily, they were fine.

Eddie rocked back on his heels in surprise, starting a slow walk around the circumference of the counters as he eyeballed Steve. He hadn’t expected the guy to keep talking to him. Still, here he was, going on about Eddie's fashion sense, his disposition? Was that an insult? Eddie didn’t know what to do with this. Why was previously reigning King Jock giving him the time of day? Why wasn’t he busy admiring his reflection in the window? God, this job must’ve been boring as hell for him to actually do it.

“Were you looking for something specific? Seriously doubt you came to witness me striking out with Christina Kelly. You just got lucky.”

It was kinda funny now. It got Steve smiling and shaking his head at himself.

The store was still empty, and he was still lonely, so he could at least do his job and help Eddie find a movie since that was his reason for coming to the store. “Um…” Eddie crossed his arms. Uncrossed them. “Nothing specific. Something to keep me from faceplanting from boredom into my homework.” Or lighting up and spending the rest of the night floating like ash on the wind.

“Definitely don’t miss homework,” Steve replied while he took the tapes off the counter and started putting them back on the shelves where they belonged. As Eddie continued to walk around, Steve noticed a little jingle from his wallet chain as he paced the store.

“Something spooky, maybe?” Eddie wiggled his fingers with a playful smile to cover his discomfort. This unexpected turn of events piqued his curiosity, so he didn’t mention he had already found a movie.

“Something spooky, huh?” Steve asked with a playful smirk, though he was turned toward the shelves so Eddie couldn’t see it.

Of course the freak was into horror. That wasn't a surprise. Family Video had a stellar horror collection. While the last couple of years had been horrific in Hawkins, Steve still enjoyed the fictional movie version sometimes. Most of the horror movies he had seen triggered his memory in a good way when it came to making weapons and fighting off Demogorgons with them winning. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. We’ve got lots of horror here. Although, if you’re a fan… which is safe to assume?” Steve asked Eddie when he turned back to face him, raising his eyebrows. He knew it was true, so he smiled when Eddie nodded a bit. “Alright, we’ve got Fright Night, Day of the Dead, Return of the Living Dead, A Nightmare on Elm Street two and Friday the 13th, part five.”

Surely, one of those Eddie hadn’t seen. Eddie met Steve back at the horror section, popping his hip against a shelf as Steve read the newest releases. You’ve come to the right place, Steve said. Had he come to the right place, or was he actually in an alternate reality where a jock didn’t tell him to return to the Hellfire he came from? Why did Harrington keep smiling at him?

And why did he smell so good? Was that coconut? He should have smelled like old pizza and dirty gym socks like most guys their age. Eddie knew he was rocking cigarette smoke and not much else, himself. It would be very unchill of him to lean in and get a bigger whiff of that coconutty paradise.

To Steve, horror movies weren’t all that bad. A lot of them were funny and cheesy. Totally entertaining enough that doing homework during them was probably possible.

Horror movies made him adamant that the group stay together and stay put instead of getting involved, but no one ever listened to him. They wanted to go, get involved and split up, which were the worst horror movie tropes. Their lives had become just like the people in every horror movie he’d ever seen. There was no convincing his babysitting crew of that, though, so he took the lead every time. “Vampire, zombie, deranged burn victim with knife fingers, murderous goaltender…” Eddie went through the list. “What flavor monster goes best with trigonometry?” Eddie pinched his chin with his fingers as he pondered it. “I wasn’t too thrilled with the first four Fridays. Not much to those plots. Not nearly enough razzle-dazzle." He graced Steve with jazz hands this time instead of spooky fingers. “Elm Street had a lot more going for it. Maybe I’ll take the sequel. Thoughts? Got a favorite?” If Steve had even watched any of them. Though Eddie was a fan of most things horror - the more outlandish, the better - he didn’t watch them all that often. He didn’t have the patience to sit and focus for a long time without help from his favorite herb. It was good background noise, mostly.

At least with D&D, he was actively participating. He didn’t have to sit still. He could move around, and he got to use his wickedly colorful ideas, feeding off of other people’s imagination and making a story come alive.

Some things, like math homework, were so fucking stifling he wanted to shoot himself.

It was hard for Steve not to notice Eddie’s jazzy hands. His fingers were adorned with a plethora of shiny rings. He was talking animatedly with them about the different movies. The shininess of the rings caught his eye, especially with the extra movements.

Steve hadn’t been into movies before he got this job. (Robin was the one who really got it for him, talking Keith into it somehow.) Back then, he could only name two movies: Animal House and Fast Times. He’d come a long way since then and had a lot of downtime in the store since they were only busy on evenings and weekends.

When he and Robin worked together, they always put a movie on or had one going. They’d gone through most of the horror. He’d entertained Robin to no end when he’d talk back to the TV, putting his hands on his hips and yelling, “No. No, don’t go in there! What are you doing? No!”

Steve looked down at his watch. Still an hour and a half was left of his shift. Also, the closest thing to jewelry he wore was his watch, but Eddie’s rings did seem… dare he say… cool. Maybe he could pull off a ring or two.

“I agree they should’ve stopped with the first Friday.” He didn’t really have a favorite. “They’re all pretty good for what they are, but I think you should go with the sequel, yeah. You already have an idea of the characters, so you don’t have to pay too close attention and can get your homework done.”

While Steve was checking his watch and probably wishing for his shift to be over, Eddie was dragging his heels. He was surprised to find he would’ve been okay hearing Steve talk more about movies. He didn’t sound particularly passionate about horror. It made Eddie wonder what he did like. Probably some predictable slapstick with lots of boobs, like Porky’s.

“Joy,” he replied, thinking of his homework waiting for him and almost letting out a whine.

Steve grabbed the movie off the shelf and headed towards the counter so he could get Eddie checked out.

“Guess that’s that,” Eddie added in a mutter Steve couldn’t hear. Eddie followed him, drumming his hands on the countertop as Steve pulled up his account and started typing away.

It was best that Eddie left before he decided to do something like lean in and smell the guy on purpose this time. While he waited, he sifted through the snack selections, unsettling all the organized displays. He stuck his hand in one of the round glass jars, dislodging the loosest ring from his finger as he rifled through it for a fistful of fizzy candies. The ring fell to the bottom of the jar, unnoticed by Eddie, who slapped the sweets on the counter. He also grabbed a box of Nerds, a bag of Skittles, and a Big Hunk bar on impulse. Steve smiled a bit because usually, it was only bratty kids begging their moms for candy that got it from them. Steve didn’t mind that Eddie was getting more than the movie. When he saw everything he was getting, though, he couldn’t help but judge some of it. Most of it was the real sugary stuff. The Big Hunk bar was the only thing he could get behind.

“These are addicting,” Steve said about the Big Hunk bar. He could feel his mouth starting to water just looking at it.

Likes Big Hunk bars. Eddie filed that information away in his head without really knowing why. It wasn't like he’d need to use it later.

“I'm gonna need a bag,” he informed Steve. These pants did not have usable pockets.

“Of course.” Steve nodded, swallowing his spit as he started bagging everything up.

He wondered if Eddie was high. All this candy made him think that he had the munchies or was going to later. Most of the kids at school got their weed from him, so it wasn’t a stretch.

Ah, he could remember the last time he got caught getting high. His dad had accused him of being on drugs. He could remember just saying he wasn’t and that marijuana wasn’t drugs. That hadn’t gone over well.

Once everything was rung up, Steve told Eddie the amount, took the cash and got him his change. He handed over the bills and coins and pushed the bag of candy and movie toward him. “Enjoy...”

“Thanks, big boy,” Eddie said, grabbing the bag with a tongue click and a wink.

He left the store, mouthing big boy? to himself in a split second of internal embarrassment before he shrugged it off and hopped in his van, taking off down the road towards the trailer park.

Steve’s eyebrows rose and then furrowed. A shiver ran through his body like an electric shock, unsure what that was about or what caused that reaction in him.

Slowly, he realized. Maybe there was a reason he’d never seen a girl on Eddie’s arm.

Steve stood there for a few minutes, perplexed by what had happened, until he snapped out of it and started straightening up the store. There probably wouldn’t be any more customers tonight. While Steve was re-organizing the candy Eddie had disheveled, he saw that one of the jars was low, nearing empty. He grabbed some candy to refill it when something shiny caught his eye.

He reached in and pulled out a large skull ring. Eddie must’ve left it behind by accident.

Only when Eddie was settled in for the night with his homework open, the movie on, and his candy pile rapidly dwindling did he notice one of his rings missing.

“Shit,” he swore, looking at his naked finger where a fanged skull used to be. That one had been his favorite.

He looked around inside the trailer and outside of it with his uncle’s flashlight, but nothing shiny turned up in the beam.

Steve thought about calling Eddie up and letting him know he could come get his ring, but then he put it on and looked it over, smiling. He could totally pull off a ring like this.

He’d try it out for a day or two, then give it to Dustin to give it back to Eddie when he saw him next. They were good friends now, to Steve's dismay. He wasn't jealous of anything.

Eddie didn't seem too bad... for a freak.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddiebang23 #steddie fic #fic #writing #vampires #zombies #bats #stranger things #stranger things fic

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ricksanchezbignaturals · 4 months

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when they draw rick with dark roots showing or a big roman nose or earrings or sharp teeth or eyeliner or painted nails or self harm scars or soft tufts of body hair or the longest legs known to mankind 💗💖💕💝💞💓🩷

#realizing this post is more so me sharing my headcanons than gushing over fanart like it was supposed to be #hey im only human i like seeing my man as i imagine him #rick and morty #rick & morty #rnm #r&m #rick sanchez #rickfucker #old man brainrot #self harm #tw sh #headcanon #my nonsense

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lu-vin-it · 11 months

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I was wondering if I could get a Rick Grimes x reader soulmate au where they have matching markings. And after Lori died, Rick was heartbroken thinking he lost his soulmate, but another mark appears on him, and soon after reader comes into their lives (like maybe they save one another from a bad encounter) and they discover they’re soulmates when accidentally seeing each others marks. Like a second shot at love for Rick.

If not it’s okay. But if so, thank you!!

New Beginnings

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Pairings: Rick Grimes x Reader, Benjamin (Oc) x Reader (Previous), Lori Grimes x Rick Grimes (Previous)

Pronouns Used: None Mentioned.

Word Count: 1098

Warnings: Drinking, death, heartbreak, typical TWD warnings

A/N: Ty to @stqrluvr for proofreading! Ily!!

After Lori died, Rick didn’t really know what to do with himself. He thought his life was as good as over. His soulmate, his other half, his life, was dead. And everytime he looked at the name on his arm, which was now crossed out, his heart sank more.

That was until he, and the rest of his group, made it to Alexandria. The first night, he felt a strange sensation on his arm where Lori’s name sat. He looked down anxiously and discovered a new name appearing underneath his late wife’s. Y/N L/N. He broke down right then and there.

You had also lost your first soulmate. Your husband, Benjamin, had died saving you and your two year old daughter at the beginning of the apocalypse. You also often stare at Benji’s crossed out name, wishing he was with you, wishing it had been you instead.

You came across a flier in Benjamin’s parent’s house that led you to Alexandria. However, Benji died on the way.

You had lived there for six months when Rick and his group showed up. You knew nothing of them, and honestly did not even hear about his arrival until the next day. However, similarly to Rick, that night you also felt a strange sensation on your arm, and at closer inspection, you found Rick Grimes planted right underneath your late husband’s crossed out name. You couldn’t stop staring at it. You knew that some people had arrived, but you had no reason to talk to them, so you didn’t.

The next day, you and Lucy were on a walk through town. Lucy was a big fan of playing in the dirt, so you ended up standing on the road watching fondly as she jumped in mud and played with the grass in front of her. You hardly noticed the baby running towards you who was being chased by a teenage boy. The little girl sits down next to Lucy and Lucy hands her a tuft of grass.

“Judith!” The boy yelled, running up and grabbing the girl who protested. “You can’t— You can’t run off Jude.”

“Hey take a deep breath kid, Alexandria is safe. Ain’t no walkers getting through the fence.” You give him a soft smile.

“I— She— I don’t know you.”

“I don’t know you either.” He stares at you silently. “I’m Y/N L/N. This is Lucy L/N. She’s two years old, how old is your.. sister?”

“She’s a year old, I think.” You nod. “I’m Carl Grimes. This is Judith Grimes.” Your heart skipped a beat.

“Yeah? Where’s your parents?” Smooth.

“My Dad is around here somewhere, and my Mom isn’t around anymore.” You frown.

“I’m sorry kid. I lost my Mom when I was a teenager too.” Judith starts squirming in Carl’s arms and he slowly puts her down. She returns to playing with Lucy. “When did you guys get here?”

“My group and I came yesterday.”

“Group? How many do you have?”

“13 I think.” You nod.

“That’s nice. Lu and I had her Dad at first but he passed away trying to get us here.”

“I’m sorry.” You shrug. “Were you soulmates?”

“Yeah.”

“My Mom and Dad were too. He has a new soulmate now though.” You glance at him. This could not be a coincidence.. right?

“That’s nice. You and Judith have any other siblings?” Before he can answer, a man runs up to you both.

“Carl, Judith! There you are!” He picks up Judith with a sigh of relief.

“Oh, Hey Dad. This is Y/N.”

“Hi, Y/N L/N.” You extend your hand and watch with a hopeful grin as Rick meets your eyes shakily.

“You’re Y/N L/N?” You nod. His expression is unreadable. “Carl— Uh— Carl, why don’t you take Judith and find Michonne?” He passes his son the baby, and Carl waves as he walks away.

“Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“Nope.”

“Well.. Do you.. think.. anything is wrong?”

“Not sure.” You nod.

“Okay.” You turn back to your Daughter and smile at her.

“I’m Rick Grimes.”

“I figured.”

“You.. Figured?”

“Yeah. You’re all nervous and stuff.. Don’t seem like the nervous type.”

“I’m not. Usually.”

“What’s got you so nervous now, Rick?”

“Well.. you.” You bark a laugh. “You aren’t my first soulmate, Y/N. I just gotta tell you that before anything that’s going to happen happens.” He confesses, avoiding your gaze.

“You aren’t mine either.” You show him your arm, and point to Benji’s name. “That’s Lucy’s Dad.” You nod towards your daughter.

“Oh.” He nods. “Okay then.”

“Okay then.”

That night, Lucy stayed with Enid, a local teenager who often watched her when you went out. You were at your dinner table sitting besides Rick. You both had glasses of whiskey in front of you.

“Where’d you grow up then?” He asks, grabbing his glass.

“Small town in North Carolina.” He raises an eyebrow.

“What’re you doin’ in Georgia?”

“Well.. we first came here to try and find Benji’s parents. He grew up down this way. We got to their house and it was completely ransacked. Found a flier for Alexandria though, and we decided to see if it was all it claimed. It was.”

“Can I ask how he..”

“How he died?” he nods. “We stopped at a gas station and it was overrun, but we didn’t know and I almost got bit but he put his hand in the way and.. yeah. Can I ask how Lori died?”

“She died giving birth to Judith. Carl had to shoot her. I wasn’t there and..” He chokes up. You place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We weren’t on the best terms when she died.”

“Why’s that?”

“She had another soulmate and didn’t tell me.” Your eyebrows shoot up higher than you thought they could.

“She didn’t tell you?” He shakes his head. “What the fuck.”

“That’s what I said when I found out.” He says with a chuckle. “Yeah.. Judith isn’t mine. She’s the guy’s.”

“Wow. Rick, I'm so sorry.” He shakes his head.

An hour later, and you’re both on the couch, your feet draped across his legs as you exchanged stories from high school. You felt the happiest you had felt since Benjamin died. You felt like you could tell him anything, so you told him everything. You both lost track of the time and talked well into the morning. You went to sleep at around five, the biggest smile on your face, and butterflies that wouldn’t leave you alone.

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#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead fic #twd fanfiction #twd fanfic #twd x reader

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 years

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A Halloween Bash

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Words: 2.4k

Summary: You and Eddie attend a Halloween party at Reefer Rick’s lake house and step outside to have some fun in the back of his van.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), teasing, oral sex (m! receiving), sloppy blowjob, creampie, rough sex, slight spanking), slight dacryphilia, alcohol, soft!Eddie, fluff, slight!insecure!Eddie

a/n: I’ve been obsessed with Eddie lately and I can’t stop writing about him!! I hope you enjoy this fic! And please request fics!

You sighed as you tugged your skirt down as your eyes scanned the crowded room. He was supposed to be here with you but you can’t find him. You had put on this stupid slutty demon costume to surprise Eddie and the bastard didn’t even show up. You huffed softly as you sipped on your cranberry and vodka as you kept looking around at the crowd. The music was blasting, people were grinding all over each other and they were laughing and yelling.

You were about to give up when you saw a tuft of brunette hair and black leather, making you sigh in relief as you saw Eddie walk to the kitchen. Eddie spotted you immediately as he walked into the party and he strutted over you with a smirk as he saw your outfit. Tiny red dress with a garter and stockings, and those cute little red horns that adorned your head. You looked like something straight out of one of his wet dreams.

“Hey, sweetheart. You look like one of my followers.” Eddie winked as he wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you close.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes as you looked up at him, “You’re ridiculous and you’re late.”

“Hellfire ran long.” He sighed as he nuzzled into your hair and kissed your head. “Sorry, for leaving you alone in this.”

“All that matters is that you’re here now.” You sighed as you nuzzled into his chest before leaning on the wall. “We’re getting too soft.”

He chuckled softly and nodded. “Maybe but I’m only soft on you.” He smirked and pulled back to grab a beer out of the fridge and he took your hand and pulled you outside and down to the dock and you two sat down on the edge.

“I’m surprised Rick would even throw a shitshow like this.” You chuckled as you looked over the still water.

“It’s good for business, bring a bunch of people over, get them drunk enough to have them buy out his stock.” Eddie shrugged as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes.

“That sounds like him.” You chuckled as you finished off your Vodka and tossed the cup in the leaves. Eddie passed you a cigarette and lit it for you before lighting his own. “Why aren’t you wearing the costume I got you?”

“Because it was cheesy. I think wearing a devil costume would really seal the deal on what people think about me.” He scoffed as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“Fuck, what people think about you. They’re just a bunch of assholes. You know that.” You sighed as you took a drag of your cigarette.

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed as he laid back on the dock. “Sometimes it feels like they're right.”

“Eds, come on. You know they’re wrong. You’re sweet and so kind for taking those boys under your wing. That’s the Eddie Hawkins should get to know.” You said as you laid your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer. “Let’s forget about Hawkins for tonight. Let’s get drunk and high and have the best night of our lives.” You whispered as you laid on his chest.

“I don’t need to be high or drunk to have the best night of my life with you.” He sighed as he kissed your head, making you smile. You sat up and straddled his lap with a smirk as his hands moved down to your nylon clad thighs. “Just need you.”

“Not here, Eds.” You whispered as you placed your hands on his chest. “Do you have your van?”

He smirked and nodded as his hands rubbed your thighs, “Of course I do.”

Eddie was quick to pick you up and carry you to his van. He had you lean against the side of the van as he unlocked it and quickly opened it to have you climb in. You laid against the backseat and he climbed on top of you with a smirk and he pulled the door close. He pinned you against the seat and kissed you passionately making you whine against his plush lips. His hands slid up your skirt and cupped your bare ass in his hands and he smirked once he felt the small red thong you had on. He kissed down your jaw leaving little marks on your skin, he always loved leaving marks on you, showing the world who you belonged to.

“Mm, my little slutty demon.” He smirked as he sat back and shoved up your skirt to lean down and pull your thong off with his teeth. You giggled at the lewd act and he took the panties in his hand and brought it up to his nose and inhaled your scent. “Such a sweet scent. Gonna keep these.” He winked as he slipped them in his back pocket before pulling up your legs and pressed soft kisses to the inside of your leg. Nosing along the seams of the nylon stockings and down to where your thigh meets your hip and noses along the crease and down to your folds.

“Eds, mm, please… I need you.” You whined softly as you felt his hot breath on your soaked folds. He smirked at your neediness and nuzzled his way in between your folds to nip at your clit softly, making you jump and whine louder. “Eddie!” You squealed once he wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud. He always loved the noises you make for him especially when he takes his time winding you up before finally giving you what you want.

“Mm, princess. You’re so wet. It’s practically pouring out of your cute cunt.” He smirked as he slid two fingers through your folds to collect your wetness before bringing it up to his lips and sucked them clean. “Sweeter than any candy.”

“Eddie, please, please. I need you.” You whimpered as his ring adorned hands rubbed up and down your thighs gently.

“What do you need from me, sweetheart. Use your words.” He smirked as his hands cupped your waist and leaned up to kiss your lips passionately.

“I need your cock.” You whined against his lips as his hands pulled you closer to him.

“That’s my girl.” He whispered as he flipped you two around so you were on top of him and your hands went down to his belt. He smirked as he watched you undo his belt and his jeans before you pulled his cock out of his jeans and boxers. You bit your lip as you admired his hard cock, he was always so thick and leaking and it curved up against his stomach. You moaned softly at how delicious his cock looked and you bit your lip softly.

“Eddie, let me take care of you.” You whispered as you take him in hand and stroke him slowly making him groan and buck his hips up fucking your fist.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart.” He groaned and threw his head back as you stroked his cock slowly and you leaned down to take his cock down your throat. You licked him up and down before sucking on his head softly lapping at his tip. He ran his fingers through your hair pulling your head down making you gag around him. You moaned softly as he took control and started pounding in and out of your throat, groaning and praising how good you are and how good you feel.

You hummed around him softly as he used your mouth for his own pleasure and it made your thighs clench as you became more and more wet. You swallowed around his cock moaning as his hands tugged and pulled on your hair. You took him down all the way till your nose was nuzzled in the hair at the base of his cock. He groaned and threw his head back as you gagged around him till you had tears running down your cheeks. You pulled off him with a string of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock making him groan as you looked up at him with tears streaming down your cheeks and innocent eyes.

“Sweetheart, I swear you are trying to kill me.” He groaned as he pulled you up to kiss your lips passionately as his arms wrapped around your hips pulling you closer. You straddled his lap to have his cock slide in between your folds perfectly making you moan as his head grinded against your clit.

“Eds, I need you. Need you to fuck me.” You whimpered as you wrapped your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer to kiss him softly. He grasped your hips and moved his hand down to line his cock up to your weeping cunt, before you slowly slid down on him. You gasped softly as you felt his cock slide deep inside of you he groaned loudly as his hands gripped your hips tight. “Eddie! O-oh!” You squealed as his hand spanked your ass and you started moving your hips up and down on his cock.

“Baby, shit- fuck. You gotta slow down… fuck… or I’m gonna cum too early.” Eddie groaned as his hands stilled your hips. From how your mouth had worked him and now your walls clenching and pulsing around him, he was so fucking close but he wanted you to cum first. He knew he could go multiple rounds but he wanted to cum with you. He always cummed hard when he came with you.

You smirked and ran your fingers through his hair as you gently kissed his neck. “Mm, you like my pussy that much, Munson? I feel that good?” You asked as you moved your hips up slowly squeezing your walls around him before moving your hips back down to take him all the way.

“F-fucking hell. You tease.” He growled as his hands gripped your hips tight before spanking your ass. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

“Then do it, baby.” You purred in his ear as you cupped his face and pulled him up to kiss him passionately. He was quick to flip you two over and start pounding into your pussy, officially ruining you as you started moaning and whining loudly. He grunted and panted in your ear as he continued to pound into you.

You gripped his shoulders tight and dragged your nails down his back trying to find something to hold onto. Your orgasm hit you harder than you thought it would and you cried out his name as your thighs shook but Eddie didn’t stop, not like you wanted him to. The overstimulation made you sob with the pleasure he was giving you. You swore you saw stars as he pounded into your sweet spot.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You that cock drunk already? Already sobbing those pretty tears for me?” Eddie smirked as he sat back to pull your legs over his shoulders so he could watch his cock slide in and out of your sopping wet pussy. He bit his lip as he groaned at the lewd sight. “You look so pretty like this. All full of my cock, just so perfect.” He groaned as he slowed his thrusts down to just watch your throbbing pussy. “Prettiest damn sight,” You moaned as you looked up at him as he thrusted in and out of your cunt, his hands gripping your thighs tight while his soft brown eyes met yours with a smile.

“Eddie, baby, please, cum with me. Wanna feel you fill me up.” You whimpered as you felt his cock twitch inside of your pussy. He smirked as he moved fast pounding into your tight cunt and you cried out his name as your back arched as you came for the second time making you squirt on his cock and his Hellfire shirt making him growl before thrusting deep in you and painting your soft walls with his cum. You moaned as you felt how warm his cum felt as it filled up your channel.

“So good, baby. Fucking perfect.” He sighed as he pulled your legs down to wrap them around your waist and you cupped his face to pull him down and kiss him passionately. He smiled against your lips as he kissed back and kissed down your jaw nipping on your skin softly making you giggle softly.

He pulled back to rest his head against yours and he ran his hands up your body to link his fingers through yours. “Love you, Eds.” You whispered as you squeezed his hands and pressed a soft kiss to his stubble covered chin.

“Love you so much, sweetheart.” He smiled and he sat up and gently pulled out of you and you whined feeling empty. He smirked at your whine and he watched his cum slide out of your twitching cunt. “Look at that pretty sight.” He smirked and reached into the front seat to grab his Polaroid camera and snapped a shot of your leaking pussy.

You blushed and closed your legs with a whine, “Eddie!”

“What?” He chuckled as he grabbed the picture and smirked as it developed, “It’s for my personal collection.” He winked as he pocketed the picture after he slid his jeans on and tucked himself back in. You rolled your eyes as you sat up and grabbed one of his shirts that he had on the seat and cleaned yourself up before fixing your dress and climbed into the front seat to fix your makeup. “You still wanna go back to the party?” He asked as he saw you fixing your makeup.

“Well, yeah. Free food and booze. We’d be stupid not to.” You shrugged as you fixed your hair and your headband.

“True and after we can go back to the trailer and watch horror movies but it won’t be the movies making you scream.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes as you looked over to him.

“That was really bad.” You snorted as you climbed out of the van and he was quick to follow suit and wrapped his arms around you.

“Mm, yeah but it made you laugh.” He winked as you two walked back to the house.

“It was that bad!” You chuckled and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“You love it.” He smirked and you nodded.

“Yeah, I do.” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

#eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fandom #fandom #fanfic #fanfiction

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joycew-art · 7 months

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I decided to make some character profiles for these guys to explain some characteristics and backstory. I've also decided to tag all of this as #rickcest poly au The text version of their profiles are under the Keep Reading

Miami Rick

Miami Rick became Morty's primary caretaker after a car accident killed the rest of the family. Morty was 2 years old when it happened.

Before he took care of Morty he was in contact with Beth, but he didn't live with the Smiths. Morty moved in with him in Miami after the accident.

Is extremely rich. Probably because of mafia-like activities. He also owns a lot of nightclubs, because he likes to party.

Officially Miami Rick is part of the Citadel, but he doesn't actually abide to their rules and doesn't live there either. He puts a lot funds in the city and he can pull that away for leverage, so the Council basically gives him free reign.

Comes and goes as he pleases in the Citadel cause Miami is a well-known Rick-fucker. He flirts with every Rick he meets and sleeps with them if he has their consent. They are always one night stands.

That is until he meets Cop Rick and he catches feelings.

Has a drug addiction instead of an alcohol addiction. He can smoke stuff that would kill a regular person.

Because of his knowledge of all kinds of drugs, he often uses them in battle.

Tuft Rick

Has Trauma™ (the anxiety has to come from somewhere)

He didn't marry his Diane, so he doesn't have an original Morty.

Got kidnapped in his twenties by a powerful alien after accidentally making contact while he was figuring out portal travel.

He was stuck in an abusive relationship with that alien, until he was rescued many decades later by Ricks from the Citadel.

Has been on the Citadel for about a decade as a guard and gets along well with his squad mates and Captain.

His squad mates are very protective of him, and vice versa. He's done a lot of physical training to protect himself and his friends. His favorite weapon is a pole arm, but he's skilled with many kinds of weaponry.

Got more trauma and fear as one of his squad mates and Captain got killed by Doofus Jerry. (Comic issues 22 & 23)

After that incident Tuft and his leftover squad mates planned to leave the Citadel. However they were found out and Tuft stayed behind to let his friends escape.

As punishment he isn't part of a squad anymore and is forced to take on jobs that other Ricks don't like or find too dangerous.

Cop Rick

Cop lost his original Morty in a past adventure. He doesn't like to talk about it.

The guilt made him flee to the Citadel. He never contacted his family about what happened.

Over there he wanted to become a cop so he could deliver justice to the Citadel, especially for Mortys.

Cop started to focus a lot on cold cases after killing his Morty partner. (s3 e7) A lot of Ricks are not interested in solving Morty murders or are blackmailed to ignore them.

After solving many of those cold cases Cop got put on a new investigation involving Morty murders. He met Miami during this case, cause one of the victims were found in one of his nightclubs. They ended up solving the investigation together.

During that case Cop started to get some feelings for Miami, but the guilt makes it hard to accept them, especially since Miami gets along with his Morty very well.

Can't get up in the morning without a cup of coffee.

He's made fun of by his colleagues for being kind and naive. But they are also jealous of his dedication and ability in solving the cold cases.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #cop rick #miami rick #tuft rick #rickcest poly au #art #fanart #character profiles #illustration

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yourprobnowdumdum · 9 months

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Not a lot this time but some late night weekend doods

#doodles #rick and morty #rickcest #prickcest #thanks to those who requested some stuff!#ayyy I finally drew Cop and Miami sort of #yeah I thought about Tuft Rick and Cop as a ship on the whim last week it's goofy #Miami is going to strangle me in my sleep :'D #blood

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Opposite Ends

Chapter 13 | Together

C1 | C2 | C3 | C4 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C11 | C12 | C13 pt 1 |

Chapter 14 is out now - enjoy Sweet peas, P. x 🌿

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending, fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 6.5k word count

Chapter warnings | Mention of physical abuse, violent descriptions

Any & All comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | Here is the other half of the chapter :( 🖤 Okay I've got my laptop back (finally 😫👩🏼‍💻) only 2 more chapters to go until the end. I am PUMPED. Let's do this.

Eddie | March 1986

It was well and truly dark, eery shadows moving in the spaces between the trees that our flash lights didn’t meet. Y/n had shot me a look as I shoved branches out of our way and nodded up to where Dustin was slipping further into the darkness, pleading with me in her eyes as I nodded to show her that I understood.

The pitch black engulfed me as I sped up after him, flinching as the branches of new saplings scratched at my face.

“Somethings happening.” He muttered as he glanced down at his compass clasped between his hands excitedly, tearing off again as I broke free of the tree line.

“Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?” My feet shuffled uncertainly as I swung my head around, my stomach rolled as the gnawing feeling of not being able to deny that I recognised where we were headed, ate at me.

“I think we’re getting close.” Dustin turned to look at me over his shoulder with a satisfied grin as the moonlight reflected off the flat surface, I shot forward just as he moved to take a step into the lakes edge.

“Watch your step, big guy.” I gripped the handle of his backpack to jerk him away from it, slapping his chest as the others filed out besides us.

“Oh man.” Steve caved over as he tried to catch his breath, swearing as he gripped his hips and tossed his head back. “You gotta be shitting me.”

“Yeah.” I sighed as the croaking of frogs and birds screeching, cut me off. “I thought these woods were familiar.” Henderson moved to my side as her eyes glimmered, leaning over the water’s edge as she glanced in the direction of Ricks place, hidden behind the thick tufts of trees that curved around us.

“Lover’s lake.” Robin whispered as the gentle swells lapped at our feet.

“This is confounding.” Dustin shook his head in disbelief as everyone else grimaced in the same show of shock.

“There’s a gate in lovers lake?” Max glanced at Dustin and I screwed up my face to remember what y/n had told me that first night they came to the boat house. In between all of the other supernatural shit like fleshy monsters and an upside-down world, gates hadn’t seemed as bad in comparison.

“Whenever the Demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening. Maybe Vecna’s the same way?” Nancy’s voice was loud across the lakes surface as she spun to face y/n.

“Yeah, only one way to find out.” Y/n pointed her hand at the boat that was washed up on the shoreline a few paces from where we all huddled, three flashlight beams swivelled to outline the metal panelling.

Steve clapped me on the shoulder as he raised his brows at me, nodding for me to follow as he jumped down onto the bank of dirt. Y/n shot me a panicked look as I passed her, grinning with false confidence as I let the backs of our hands brush against each other.

My face dropped as I followed the mustard outline of Harrington’s back and reached down to clasp the edge of the boat.

“On three. One. Two. Three.” Steve huffed and blew out his cheeks as the metal groaned and we uprooted it, dropping it further into the water as the droplets splashed onto our jeans.

“Easy. I…I said easy, man” I rolled my eyes at his whining voice as I felt the mass of warm bodies step up behind us.

“Sorry, dude.” I scoffed, not surprised that King Harrington would be upset over some damp clothes.

“Here you go.” He reached out behind us to take Robin’s hand, I grunted as I felt her fingers twist at the top of my hair as she pushed down against both mine and Steve’s head, ignoring his offer of help.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna do that. Thankyou.” I lurched to the side as she slipped between us, the boat rocking under her weight as y/n laughed silently behind me.

“Yeah, that works to.” Steve sighed

I jumped in lightly straight after Robin so I could help y/n into the boat. She jolted in surprise with a small smile as I held my arm out for her and bowed my head, my chest warming at the blush that flared across her cheeks, so strongly I could almost feel the heat from her.

Wheeler slid in straight after her, breaking Robin’s glare as it flickered between y/n and I, a toothy grin spreading across her face as y/n dropped my hand and scrambled to find a seat.

“Hey, hey, hey, you trying to sink us?” I shoved the front of Dustin’s cap as I watched his clunky shoe lift into the boat, snapping his head back as his face dropped in surprise. “This thing holds three people tops, okay?” He glanced back at his sister for support but she just shook her head.

“It’s better this way, okay? You guys stay here with Max.” Her eyes slid from Little Henderson’s to mine as I crouched along the seat beside her, reaching into my pocket for my pack of smokes.

“Keep an eye out for trouble.” Nancy drew herself to her full height and faced Dustin.

“You keep an eye out.” He glowered, his face screwing up in betrayal. He leant back in mock surprise, taunting her. “It’s my Goddamn theory.” Y/n’s eyes slithered dangerously at his tone but Robin beat her to it.

“You heard her.” Robin jeered.

“Who put her in charge?” Dustin pointed in outrage at her as he looked between me and Steve for help, sighing as I grinned and held my hands up hopelessly.

“I did.” Robin shot back, shrugging with confidence.

“Compass.” The boat shook as Nancy took a step forward, holding her hand out expectantly as y/n laughed.

“Hey! There you go.” Steve tossed his backpack at Dustin’s chest, sending him hurtling back a few paces as he grunted and pushed the boat out from the bank, barely missing the water as he jumped into it at the last second.

“Ow.” Dustin cried out as Robin handed me an oar and started paddling with her own. “You said three.” Dustin accused, holding his hand in the air angrily as Max shook her head beside him.

“Sorry.” Steve whispered, waving half-heartedly as we propelled out into deeper waters.

“Bed time at nine Kiddo’s, miss you already.” Robin stood up to wave at their figures being swallowed up by the distance as Dustin held up the finger at her, grinning as she plopped back down and nudged y/n’s shoulder.

“Hot enough for you?” She grinned, y/n had her eyes on my arms as I grunted, pushing the oar against the still waters. She flinched as Robin’s words sunk in, spinning away from me like she’d been caught doing something wrong.

“Uh what?” She blustered, clasping her hands together in her lap.

“The temperature.” Robin grinned like a wild woman as Steve shook his head and Nancy peered down at Dustin’s compass, biting back her own smile.

“It’s hot as shit, I’m sweating. Might need to take a swim.” Her short curls bounced as she leaned over the edge, staring into the black depths as y/n regained her composure and sat up straight, her own stare sweeping over the streaks of moonlight quivering on the surface.

“I know you think you’re being funny, but if Dustin’s right, that might be exactly what we have to do.”

Robin groaned as her arms dropped, her oar knocking against the side of the boat and after an hour of rowing, I didn’t blame her either.

“Woah, woah, woah, woah slow down, guys.” Steve’s flashlight blinded us as he swung around and Nancy called out, a slight whirring sound emitting from the compass as she held it out for all of us to see. The wood dropped against the floor with a plank as we pulled the oars out of the water, spraying splotches over everyone as we piled them between our feet.

“Woah.” The indents on the metal disappeared from view as Steve pushed the light right up against it. Y/n bent her head close to mine as we all lent in to look at what Nancy was pointing out, swaying as the boat rocked beneath us.

Robin jumped as the static on the walkie crackled and Dustin’s voice rang through it.

Guys, what’s going on? Come on guys, talk to me what going on?

Robin tugged the antenna upwards as she brought the radio to her lips, peering down at the dial spinning manically as y/n sat back and huffed, pressing her hand into her face.

“Compass has gone all wonky.” Robin groaned into the walkie to press the importance of her meaning. I gripped the side of the boat behind y/n’s back and reached down to grab the flashlight that Steve had dropped, shining it on him as he tugged off his shoes and peeled away his socks.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy’s voice harboured a warning as it built up on the preface of an argument.

“Somebody’s gotta go down and check this thing out.” Steve’s voice was breathy as he snapped back with his reasoning.

“Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain, and a certified life guard for three years, then.... It’s gotta be me, no complaints, alright?” Steve raised his brows in my direction like he was in danger of receiving a rebuff from me, leaning up over the side of the boat as y/n groaned at his subtle brag.

“Hey, I’m not complaining, I do not wanna go down there.” I dipped my hand into my pocket to grab the plastic bag I’d saved, dumping the rolling papers and my lighter on the floor as I wrapped it around the flashlight.

Robin and y/n shared a sly grin as we all watched Nancy’s eyes glue to Harrington’s hairy chest as he tugged his sweater over his head.

“Hey. Goodluck.” I glanced at y/n’s smirk to make sure she didn’t have her eyes on Steve’s nudity, palming the flashlight into his hand as he mumbled a thanks and tossed his jumper into my arms. He didn’t see me roll my eyes as I fished a lone cigarette from my pocket.

“Gross.” I glared in light anger as Robin pinched it from between my lips, angling her arm back to toss it into the water before y/n’s hand shot out to steal it from between her fingers, bringing it to her own mouth as she arched a brow cheekily and lit it up for herself, handing it back to me as it blazed in the dark.

“Steve. Be careful.” Nancy’s eyes dipped as Steve’s met hers, and Y/n’s eyes met mine over the smoke as we both glanced away, embarrassed, feeling privy to a moment that was not meant for our eyes.

Steve nodded and took a deep breath, bending his knees before he glided through the air and launched himself into the cold water, splashing us loudly as the boat rocked dangerously and he disappeared under its depths.

I felt her warm finger tips as she wrapped them around my wrist, sliding along the seat as she pressed her knee against mine and pouted for the cigarette, I gave it up with a smile, unable to resist her charm as she took a deep drag, tracing the outline of her soft features as she let the smoke hiss through her teeth.

“Where are we at Wheeler?” Robin’s anxious voice snapped me out of my distraction as I reluctantly tore my eyes away from y/n’s lips wrapped around the smoke.

“Closing in on a minuet.” Nancy’s tone was hard as her eyes squinted at her watch, her voice barely keeping back her own waves of fear.

An uncomfortable silence settled around us, only filled by our short breaths and the slight waves lapping at the edge of the boat as we all watched the water. Each second that the surface stayed still, the the glassy top of it settling from Steve’s departure, riddle the tension with anxiety.

“Christ.” The water gushed loudly, drowning out my scream so that it was barely audible, the water frothed with angry white bubbles as Steve broke through it, gasping for air as he shook his hair out of his eyes, the wet strands plastered to the side of his face.

“I found it” He gasped.

“You found it?” Nancy gripped the ledge as she leaned towards Steve, watching him swim closer.

“Yeah, I found it.” He nodded, reaching out to the side of the boat for support as he gulped to get his breath back. Y/n shot up from the seat next to me to crouch beside Nancy, clenching her jaw as her as reached out to rub Steve’s arm.

The touch sent a white hot flash of fire through me, freezing me to the spot as I tried to breathe through my jealously, having to remind myself that they were just friends -good friends- no matter my opinion of him. I flinched as Robin bent over and fiddled with something between our legs, her hands shaking as she yelled into the walkie

“Dustin you are a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate –“ Her eyes flashed up to mine in confusion as there was a burst of static and the line dropped out.

“It’s pretty wild. It’s more a snack size gate than the mama gate, but still, it’s pretty damn big.” Steve’s head turned between Nancy’s and y/n’s, his face smacked with shock as he shook away the water that rolled over his lips, pushing his hair back from his face.

We all clamoured towards him, practically piling on top of each other as the boat dipped, dragging Harrington under the water for a split second as his knuckles strained against his hold on the side of it.

The world fell silent for a moment as he reappeared, looking at all of us in shock before he glanced slowly over his shoulder, his muted scream dying as he disappeared beneath the darkness once more and did not resurface.

“Steve!” The solidness beneath our feet rolled dangerously as the girls curled over the side, their hands dipping into the water without success as their cries mixed together.

“Nancy what happened?” Robin flailed her hands around as Nancy stood up, hovering over the side, breathing heavily as she paused.

“What the hell was that man?” I yelled, turning side to side aimlessly until y/n gripped my knee, her eyes widening as she leant me some of her strength through her firm touch.

“Wait, wait wait you’re not going in there are you?” The boat rocked again as Nancy lifted her leg up against the side of it, and my hand shot out to stop her.

“Just wait here.” Nancy spat through her teeth as her muscles tensed, jumping into the water smoother than Steve had.

“Goddamit.” I growled as my eyes flashed up to y/n’s, the look on her face made my chest tighten as her eyes swept the water, her brows knotting together. Robin moved out of the corner of my eye, sliding up the edge backwards as she chewed on her tongue.

“Nonononono, what are you doing? She said wait.” I blinked with each no, raising my shaking hand between us.

“Yeah I heard her.” She scoffed, her eyes sliding behind me towards y/n.

“She’s in charge.” I pointed to the waves circling out from where Nancy had just dived into.

“Are you kidding me? I made that shit up.” Robin’s scowled up with me juvenile surprise as she blocked her nose and tumbled back out of the boat.

“Don’t you go. Don’t –“ I reached out pointlessly as her legs skimmed the water, kicking up great splashes of freezing cold water towards us.

As soon as Robin’s boots disappeared under the water she shot up from the floor of the boat, it swayed under her weight as the beginning of one of my outbursts echoed into the air.

“Goddamnit, lying, son-of-a-bitch.” My yell died on my lips as she dropped her jacket off her shoulders, grasping the edge of the boat with a fierce look on her face.

“No, you are not going in there.” My voice dropped as my hand wrapped around her wrist, locking her in my grasp as I tossed my head, angry heat zapped between our touch as she glared at me and shook me off.

“Eddie I’m not arguing with you. They helped me save you. It’s our time to save them.” She didn’t look back as she dived under the black waters, trusting and knowing that I would always follow her to the ends of the earth, even to some under water gate to another hellish dimension to save King Harrington.

“This is so stupid, so stupid, shit shit – “ I slammed Steve’s jumper down as I paced the length of the boat, swearing as I tumbled instead of dived into the freezing water, following the dark outline of y/n’s legs as she swam deeper towards the bottom of the lake.

Y/N | March 1986

The red glow burned around me as I kicked through the slimy membrane layer of the gate, screwing up my face as it sucked in against my skin. The pressure of the water threatened to send me spiralling back up to the surface as my hand shot up through the gate, an unnatural shiver trembling through my body as my fingers were met by cold air.

Two sets of hands gripped onto my arm and tugged, suddenly the pressure switched directions as I was practically hurtled through the gate, the sinking feeling of being airborne before I crashed against the ground. I coughed water from my lungs as I curled over and gasped for the air what was knocked from me, squinting through my eyes as a drenched Nancy and Robin pulled me to my feet.

Eddie’s hand shot through straight after me, his rings biting into his skin as he gripped the sides trying to find purchase. I dropped to my knees at the gate’s edge, reaching back down through it to rip at his leather jacket, grunting as I pulled him through, Robin rushed to my side and with our combined strength – and a move that defied gravity – Eddie tumbled through the opening as his sneakers kicked him free of the mushy casing.

Eddie fell against my chest as he swiped at his jacket, breathing heavily as he swept away the slimy pieces that clung to him like they were spider webs. His jaw slackened and his eyes blew wide as a groaning crack of thunder, almost animal like, battled overhead, a blood red flash of lightening danced behind the clouds as it doused everything around us in the same angry glow as the gate.

The Upside Down

An alternate dimension that mirrors our world — or at least our world if it was a toxic hellscape overrun with creepy, moving vines, filled with murderous creatures linked together in a hive mind system, and was riddled with electrical storms.

It was a barren landscape filled with dangerous flora and fauna that thrived in the upside down, peppered with toxic vines and crawling with monsters. It was a damaged image of our world, containing the same locations and infrastructures as 1986 Hawkins, but much darker, colder and obscured by an omnipresent fog, while ash-like spores drifted through the air around us. It harboured the kind of silence that told me it was devoid of human life, instead being overrun by ropy, root-like vines, tendrils and biological membranes that covered practically every surface that I could see.

Nancy jumped over a thick pile of writhing vines that curled in on themselves like snakes, running without stopping to take a breath as Steve’s screams cut out over the thunder.

The fear set in as dark, sharp shapes dipped and dived through the air, one of its long tails shot out and wrapped around Steve’s neck, jerking him onto his back as the duplicate oar he was swinging around as a weapon, slipped through his fingers.

We were close enough now, hurtling over the cracked floor of Lover’s lake, to hear the wet, fleshy sounds as two more of the airborne creatures landed besides Steve and tore into the sides of his stomach, a row of hundreds of razor sharp teeth flashed in the dim light as they opened their wide mouths and buried themselves against him, dancing out of the way from his smacks that grew feebler, his strength slipping away as the sharp tail tightened around his neck.

Nancy’s scream of no mixed in with Steve’s gasps as his lips turned blue, swiping up the oar and slamming it against the creature – now that I was up close, grabbing my own wooden weapon, it resembled some kind of deformed bat, it’s mouth eerily similar to Demogorgon.

The Demobat squealed like a kicked dog as it flew away, narrowly avoiding Nancy second hit as she smashed the other one still chewing away at Steve’s flesh.

“Y/n quick hold it!” I slammed my foot down against the tail wrapped around his neck, paralysing fear shooting through me as his lips turned blue and everyone’s screams mixed together. I leant back as it’s needles for teeth narrowly missed my leg, Robin hurtled to my side as she slammed her flashlight against it, yelling for it to get off as Nancy pummelled it with her oar.

Eddie voice strangled as he yelled out a chant of ‘Kill it Kill it’, trailing off as the sky roared overhead and he spun around, lifting his weapon up as the sky darkened and more deathly shapes appeared hurtling straight for us.

“Eddie no.” My shout bit off into a scream as Eddie’s yell of warning fell on deaf ears. I was knocked to the ground as bat blindsided me, clawing onto my back and pinning it down with its weight as it’s hot breath growled into my ear, wet slim dripped down my spine as Robin screamed manically, grabbing a hold of it with her bare hands and pulling me with the creature as she tried to trip it off my skin.

I screamed out for Eddie as a bat flew down, it’s claws outstretched and angled for him as he barely spun around in time, his oar connecting with it in a wet crunch as the wood splintered into shards. He swore as he tried to reach for me, another screeching creature flying between us until he impaled it on the sharp end of the stick he held, stabbing it against the ground until it’s wings crumpled and it stopped flailing.

I watched through tears as Steve chomped down on the bat with its tail still wrapped around his neck, crying as the one ripping shreds into my back took what felt like a thousand strands of hair with it as Nancy grabbed a hold of it with Robin and pulled it from me, slamming it against the ground as it struggled to fly away before Nancy put her oar straight through the belly of it.

I collapsed to my knees, gasping for air as squeals pounded down beside me. Steve slammed the bat against the cracked, dry lake bed as the bones of the creature shattered, blood spurted across my face, drenching my already wet hair as Steve stomped on the bat, pinning it to the ground as he pulled its tail with all of his strength, tearing it in two.

Eddie tossed what remained of his weapon away, yelling every swear word he knew as Nancy rushed to Steve’s side, a red bolt of lightning cracked overhead as he tossed the bat’s body away.

“Jesus H. Christ.” Eddie stomped his feet in a classic tantrum before he noticed me curled over, speeding to my side as I wrapped my arm around my middle and couched up a stream of blood. His soft hands wrapped around my elbow as he pulled me to my feet, cupping the sides of my face as his eyes searched mine.

“What?” I spluttered in surprise as he bit back a small smile.

“Nothing baby… you just look… uh really metal.” I felt the blood of the bat drip over my parted lip as it curled into a grin, the raw wounds on my back stinging brought tears to my eyes.

“Are you okay?” Nancy voice was breathless and urgent as her hands rested lightly on Steve’s shoulder.

“Well they took about a pound of flesh.” He turned so we could all see the gaping, ragged red holes edged in the shape of the bats teeth.

“But other than that, yeah, never better.” Steve shook his head as I hobbled over to him, letting Eddie take most of my weight as he slung my arm over his shoulder.

“It’s okay Harrington, I’m sure the ladies will really dig those scars.” I lightly punched him on his arm as Nancy dropped her eyes, spinning away as I smiled and squeezed Steve, pulling him in for a bloodied hug as I mumbled that I was glad he was okay.

“Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?” Robins flashlight shook as her hand trembled, prodding at the open body of the bat that Steve had demolished.

“What?” Steve shook his incuriously as the Nancy and I sighed, Eddie’s face flashed in worry like he completely agreed with Robins fear.

“Robin I think we have bigger problems than Rabies right now.” I snapped, gripping Eddie’s arm as my head swam.

“It’s just that rabies are, like my number one greatest fear. And I think we should get you to a doctor soon because once the symptoms set in, it’s too late. You’re already dead.” The short wet strands of her hair twisted around the base of her neck as she cocked her brows questioningly.

There was a beat of heavy silence, mostly picking at Robins naiveness before we all flinched. A handful of bats fluttered to the ground as Robin shot to my side and Eddie’s arm tightened around me, unconsciously moving closer together as the creatures snapped their mouths at us.

“Alright. There’s not that many.” The bats screeched in union, laughing at Steve’s words.

“We can take them.” We all shot Steve a doubtful look.

The chittering chorus of a hundred more creatures like the few we had barely survived fighting off, screeched in the near off distance as a flash of red illuminated the heavy swarm of them flying straight for us.

“You were saying?” Robin scoffed.

“The woods, come on.” Nancy pawed at Steve’s arm, turning towards the dead forest at the edge of the drained lake bed.

We didn’t stop to talk before we gasped and took off, Eddie linked his fingers through mine as Nancy sped in the lead and Robin sighed, muttering something about ‘more running’.

Our pace was slower as we jumped and side stepped the black tendrils that curled around our feet, bringing our shirts up to cover our faces as the white, toxic spores billowed around us, filling our throats as we choked on the air we couldn't avoid.

The combined screaming was deafening as the swarm roared overhead, the bats slamming into each other as the red lightening ducked and weaved between them, listening to the chittering of their teeth that was strong enough to tear through human flesh. I clutched Eddie’s arm tighter to me as the clap of thunder had all five of us, everyone with the same look of fear on our faces, cowering back against the safety of the upside down version of Skull rock.

“Oh… okay. That was close.” Robin stumbled to her feet as the mass of bats disappeared into the clouds, my eardrums throbbing as a certain silence fell around us again.

“Yeah, too close.” Eddie’s voice broke as he reached back to me, helping me to my feet as I brushed the dirt away from my jeans.

“Oh sh… shit.” Steve’s arm scraped against the rock face as he collapsed against it.

“Steve? Jesus.” Nancy rushed to his side before any of us could, Steve’s face paled as he gasped for air, swallowing his pain with a grimace.

“I’m fine.” He argued, waving Nancy off as her hands fluttered effortlessly around him.

“No, no, no. You’re not. You’re losing blood. Come on, sit okay?” She held onto his shoulders as Steve collapsed to his knees, cringing in agony as both Robin and I crouched besides Nancy, Eddie hovered behind us, wringing his hands as Steve cried out.

We all bit back groans as Steve’s hands moved away from the haggard wounds at his sides, his hands coming away bloody.

“Uh okay, so that good news is I’m pretty sure wooziness is not a common symptom of rabies.” Robin started rattling off at lightning speed, as she always did when she panicked.

“But um, if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms or you start feeling really aggressive like you wanna punch me, let me know.” Steve’s eyes met mine as we shared a smile over her usual antics.

“Robin, I love you. But shut up.” I raised my brows at her as I nodded at where Steve had thrown his head back, groaning.

“Robin?” Steve grunted, panting as he opened his eyes at her.

“Yeah?” She sighed, gripping onto Steve’s arm as she waited.

“I kind of wanna punch you.” I laughed along with Robin as I turned to Nancy, helping her tear away at her pants as she ripped shreds from them to form makeshifts bandages.

“Sense of humours still intact. That’s a good sign.” Robin grinned, shaking her head. I held the fabric taught for Nancy as she tore the rest of it out from behind her, holding it up to Steve.

“You ready?” Her glance was apologetic as he leant up from his heels. Robin pinched at my elbow, tugging me to my feet as we gave them some space.

“Yeah. Just do it.” Steve bit back a cry as she wrapped it around the wounds, the blood seeping through it almost instantly as he tossed his head back, running his hands through his hair as his chest shuddered.

“Too tight?” Nancy asked, glancing up at him shyly.

“No, that’s good.” Steve shook his head.

Robin caught my eye as we watched the tension fly between the two ex-lovers and I had to hide my smile, my own confused thoughts reflecting in her face as Eddie stood between us, his face screwed up as I noticed and pulled him away before he could say something that would embarrass all of us.

“All right.” Nancy sighed, tying the strips of cloth together.

“Thanks” Steve breathed.

Eddie’s brows raised at me in a question, a smirk playing around the corner of his lips.

“Don’t ask.” I whispered, bringing my hand around the nape of his neck as I pulled him in close to me, burying my head against his chest. Eddie hissed a beath between his teeth as my hands moved up under his jacket, slipping against something wet and I pulled back to look at him accusingly.

“Take your shirt off.” Robin shot me a wild look as she kicked rocks, Eddie laughed as he looked around embarrassed.

“Right now? In front of everyone?” His eyes gleamed, waiting for me to laugh but I just shook my head. I shoved him over towards the rocks across from us as I jogged back over to Nancy.

“Can I use some of this?” I waved down at the pile of cloth bundled between her and Steve, she nodded and didn’t look up at me, lost in their own world.

Robins eyes followed us as I herded Eddie around the rock formation, holding my grumpy expression in place as I tugged at the hem of his shirt. Eddie slipped his jacket off as he tried to keep his face calm, his eyes on mine as I bit back to rise in my throat. He had deep claw marks just below his clavicle, not as deep as Steve’s but still enough to make my stomach roll.

“Why didn’t you say something?” I snapped, glancing up at his guarded eyes as he watched me work away at his wounds, pinching away the embedded fabric as I chewed down on my cheek, hating every gasp of pain that escaped him.

“You got hurt as well, you weren’t complaining.” He glanced away as I paused, staring up at his jaw.

Eddie was trying to be brave

My heart clenched with the need to protect him, not wanting him to be in a situation where he felt like he had to be brave. I shrugged his words off, being gentler as I wrapped the bandage around his back.

“I lost a chunk of hair and got a knock to the head. The scratches on my back aren’t anywhere as bad as this, must have been a smaller one that came after me.” I smiled as Eddie wrapped his hand around my wrist, holding my hand against his beating heart as its pace picked up. Warmth swirled around us as his eyes dropped to my lips, his own curling up into a smirk.

“I didn’t think we’d be back in this position so soon.” He nodded to the natural rock seat I had him pressed against, his grip tightening around me as my thoughts flashed to this morning when he’d had me bent over it.

“Behave.” I grinned, unable to keep my voice steady as he ducked his head, glancing up at me through his lashes.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” He lurched forward to press his lips against my forehead as Robin’s voice rang out, annoyance clouding it.

“Yo love birds, I don’t want a repeat of earlier so cut it out or I will find a hose.” Her face was serious as Eddie slid his shirt back on and we walked back out into the open, meeting Nancy and Steve halfway. Eddie disappeared from my side as he climbed the angled rock, pressing his hands on his hips as he reached the top and straightened up to stare out into the forest of dead trees.

“So uh, this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?” Dark shadows bounced along the lines of Eddie’s face as he slowly turned to face us.

“Pretty much.” I nodded, crossing my arms over myself as I glanced around.

“Wait watch out for the vines. It’s all a hive mind.” Nancy dropped her grip around Steve, letting him slouch against the boulder as she shot forward, holding her hand out towards Eddie as he froze.

“It’s all a what?” Eddie gulped, flexing his fingers as he glanced down in panic at his feet.

“All the creepy crawlies around here, dude. They’re like one or something. You step on a vine, you’re stepping on a bat, you’re stepping on Vecna.” Steve grunted as he waved his hands around at all the decaying, moving parts of the Upside down around us. Every single part of it apart of Vecna.

“Shit.” Eddie swallowed hard as he took careful steps back down the rock, waving a cluster of white spores away from his face.

“But everything from our world is still here right? Except, people, obviously?” Robins curious glanced fluttered between Nancy and Steve’s faces as I waited for Eddie at the bottom of the rock, reaching out to steady him as he jumped the last few steps.

“As far as I understand it, yeah.” Nancy nodded.

“So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate.” Robin pointed around at us in earnest.

“I highly doubt that the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin. But uh guns, yeah sure.” Steve rolled his eyes but I dropped my hand from around Eddie’s arm, spinning back to face them.

“No, that’s actually not a bad idea.” Robin smiled at my support as my eyes slid to Nancy’s.

“Well, we don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns, in my bedroom.” Nancy looked abashed for the first time as we all stared at her incredulity, Eddie scoffed beside me as his jaw slackened.

“You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural. In your bedroom?” Eddie’s eyes bulged in his skull, staring without shame at Nancy as she sighed.

“Full of surprises isn’t she?” Robin nodded, clasping her hands together as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

“A Russian Makarov and a revolver.” Nancy clarified, sensing that Eddie didn’t believe her.

“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one.” Steve slid up beside her, looking at a little better as he bent closer to Nancy and grinned.

“You almost deserved it.” Even I dropped my eyes at her sultry tone, glancing back up as Eddie’s arms jostled beside me as he pegged his vest at Steve’s chest, sending him hurtling back a few paces.

“For your modesty dude.” Eddie cocked his head and Robin and I shared a laugh, glad that Eddie was up fed up with their flirting the same as we were.

The ground split apart beneath our feet, shaking into our bones as an earthquake thundered beneath us. I grunted as Robin tumbled into me, sending us both flying into Eddie’s open arms as we fell to the ground, holding onto each other for dear life. The dead branches snapped from hollow tree trunks as the air around us blurred, rumbling so violently that it rattled my teeth together.

Chipped rocks clattered around as the ground froze, our heavy breaths panted together as Eddie wrapped his arms around me, holding both Robin and I to his chest as we sat up, peering around as we shivered around in fear and the baying of some hidden monstrosities screeched around us, sending goosebumps along my skin.

“Yeah, so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me.” Eddie’s pupils were blown so wide his eyes were almost entirely black, I nodded as I glanced up at him from where I was pressed against his shoulder.

“Yeah, me to.” I gasped. The ground settled as everyone caught their breath, Eddie rubbed at his knees from where he’d fallen onto sharp rocks, shaking his head with a small smile as I reached for it with a pout on my lips.

“So, what are we waiting for?” Steve slid Eddie’s vest on, clicking on the flashlight that he’d somehow managed to keep a hold of, strutting past us as we scrambled to our feet.

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babblydrabbly · 1 year

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Day 11 | Rick Flag x Reader

a/n - @flufftober which I am probably going to finish by December lmao

prompt - poetry/art/music/craft

fluff - 750 words - warnings: nudity. implied relationship. scars mention. food and drink mention. one smooch. canon divergence post-suicide squad 2016.

“This is how you see me.” His soft tone is laced with something you can’t place. Confusion? Disbelief?

A heat creeps up your face as you shift in your seat. Rick’s breath is soothing against your cheek, but you can’t help fidgeting as he reaches past you; feel his chest touch faintly to your back as you let him examine your work up close.

Rick posed still and stoic as ever this evening, his pinched brows accentuating his expression thoughtfully for twenty minutes at a time. The community center’s spacious art room, normally cold, was warmed to combat the unexpected frost outside. You smiled at Rick kindly from the back of the room as the other artists doted on him before the session- making sure he was comfortable with the room before he would have to work poses for an hour or so.

You dragged your pencil gently across the canvas as he sat. Gently, but with thrumming intention. The other artists in the room did the same in silence as they drew inspiration from the man on the small platform.

You didn’t want to be a cliche. To be a painter with more than just admiration for their muse. But Rick Flag had captivated you. He was one of three or four regular models who volunteered their time to your group, but there was something about the way Rick gazed off into the distance as he stood bare before you.

You expected him to only try it once and never return. He told you after his first session that he’d never done anything like this before. And while it wasn’t stage fright that made him question his place here, it was the peace he had experienced while posing for you that had affected him in a way he didn’t expect.

You knew now, after nights of spending time alone with the ex-colonel, that this volunteer work was suggested to him through a therapist. And it filled you with pride that your studio was what made him feel welcome.

You tried to fight the way Rick inspired you to paint, but how could you?

“This one’s a little more…” You reach for a different piece laying flat on your desk. Propping it up on the easel over tonight’s sketches, you feel emboldened now that he seems to like your work.

Rick throws his brows up at the oil painting. You normally did landscapes, but Rick’s body, twisted and held in a sculpture-like stance, is the centerpiece here.

His skin tone is a little more golden, to compliment his summer tan that’s been fading as the months grew colder. And instead of making his many scars subtle, you’ve highlighted them. Scar tissue reddened and embossed in their own layer. As if to say Look. Look right here. And here.

Rick turns his head to look at you instead. He conceals the quiet storm of thoughts behind his eyes well. With a light-hearted scoff he stands up straight again, his hands retreating to his flannel coat pockets.

“You sure make me look good.” He smiles dryly.

You flash him one in return as you stand from your chair. “It’s a life drawing class. I just… copy what I see.”

The man shakes his head. Reaching up, you brush back the long tufts of honey blonde hair that have started to form a handsome swoop at his temple. Rick tilts his head a fraction as his eyes flicker down just past your eyes, sending your stomach into flips.

“Are you in here, Richard?”

The two of you quickly step away from each other with awkward smiles. But not quickly enough. Doris, a fellow painter, enters the doorway with a knowing smirk.

“I thought I’d find you here. Will you be joining us next week? I’m bringing a tray of my special pumpkin blondies and coffee for snacks.”

“Tuesday and Thursday, Mrs. Halloway.” Rick chuckles. “I’m not missin’ blondie night.”

Doris disappears back down the hallway to leave you to your goodbyes. Rick reaches a hesitant hand up to caress your face for a moment. His callused touch is a pleasant, electric feeling across your cheekbone. “See you in class?”

Listening to check if the coast is clear, you quickly push up on your toes. Rick’s lips meet yours halfway with a firm kiss before you’re both pulling away again.

You grin at the look in his eyes- the one that’s considering more than another chaste peck.

“See you at home.”

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selvie-blue · 1 year

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Rick’s Exposé

This was a simple forced-to-strip story I wrote a while back and thought I'd share.

Rick Sals has his red hair slightly tussled, today, but just enough to make it look like he did it on purpose. His tufts of eyebrows are sculpted above his eyes, giving him this gruff softness and usually make his emerald green eyes shine. He left some stubble dusting the bottom half of his face that often gives the shape of it this playful look that he often cannot live up to. He has on a suit and tie today, but when he’s out, it’s just a T-Shirt and jeans. He usually has on a V-neck that hints at the red chest hair he has which gives him this touch of spice. A little bit of fire.

Today is very important for him. It’s the grand opening of his bank, his bank that’s directly across the street from where Hope Bank used to be. It got closed down about a year ago. It was known as the people’s bank. The most transparent one in place many of the town’s people said. And now, Westingfield Bank has opened. And not a lot of people like Westingfield.

It’s gotten quite the reputation what with the unfair working conditions overseas. Those branches were closed down and now it’s pretty much all American. As an attempt at good faith. Today marks the first US branch to open.

Rick is standing in front of the reporters from the local news that have come to record the event. With everyone dressed in their best attire. That was the memo. The very same memo Rick followed as well. He found it an honor when his boss told him he’d like Rick to be the face of the opening.

“Mr. Sals, any word on any more banks opening?” one of the reporters ask.

As the cameras go clicking off, causing flashes to blink in and out, he nods his head, smiles, and says, “We anticipate all to go well. This is the beginning of a new era for Westingfield. We have now taken the helm of being transparent.”

“How does your employer expect to gain the people’s trust again?” another reporter asks.

“We’re aware our brand hasn’t been tied to very savory activities in the past, but that is why we shut down those places of business and are opening anew. More trust, more faith, more value.”

“What about all of those people in the third-world nations that are out of a job, now? How are they going to get their livelihood back?”

“We actually enacted a severance package. Once we caught the news of what our cohorts were doing, we were, of course, appalled. And upon shutting down those branches, we invested into the very communities our partners put those people through. Those partners, by the way, are no longer with us. We believe that everyone deserves a chance to a fresh start.”

He smiles again as he nods to the cameras.

“Really?” he hears a deep male voice say, booming in the background.

This is followed by some actual screams and some people running. Many of the reporters turn their cameras around and as the blinding white from the eruption of camera flashes subsides, Rick sees what everyone is looking at.

Smiley-face masked men with guns. Five of them. All in front of the bank. Rick’s heart sinks as his eyes go wide. His blood flushes cold as the color in his skin drains. This isn’t good.

“Your bosses, the people that have paid you to be here today, they paid you to say that, too, Mr. Sals?”

The reporters back away as many of the people are looking onward, frozen in fear.

“We’re not here to hurt anyone,” one of the other gunmen say.

“We’re not here for your money! We’re just here to make a point!” another one of the gunmen say.

“And we need everyone’s cooperation. Including Mr. Sals, here. The reporters keep reporting. Keep the cameras going. We’re more concerned about how this event goes than what happens to us.”

He doesn’t like the sound of that.

The main gunman walks up to Rick. He’s dressed all in black and his smiley-face mask is bright yellow like the sun. It’s strapped from the back of his head and completely covers his face. He’s built like a linebacker. He points the gun to Rick.

Rick’s heart jumps. He reacts by putting his hands up.

“You can keep your hands to your sides.”

Rick does as he’s told

“I have some yes or no questions for you, Mrs. Sals. I already know the answer, so answer wrong, and well, things could get very messy for you”

Rick really doesn’t like the sound of that, either.

“First one is simple enough. You got a bonus for being here today. True?”

Rick nods his head.

“Good. Next question. Were you made aware that not all the branches in those third-world nations were actually closed?”

The answer to that question is yes. He could be honest. But that could mean his job. If he’s not, it could mean his life. He takes a gamble and his nerves nearly jump out of his skin when he says, “Um, n-no, sir.”

Silence. The gunmen looks at him. Rick doesn’t close his eyes, he just keeps looking forward. He does whatever he can to not make himself look guilty. No darting eyes or sweats or anything of the like.

“Really? Okay, well, did you also know that some of the very people here today were not only hired from Hope bank, but are getting paid far less? That they were pretty much told they had to deal with less than a living wage while you, Mrs. Sals, you are getting paid at least 90% more than anyone here?”

There’s no way he’s going to say yes to that.

“No, no, I didn’t,” Mr. Sals said, shaking his head. If the gunman makes threats, he’ll just start saying yes and later, say he was forced to under duress.

Again, silence. The gunman tilts his head. As he moves the gun in just a little close, he says, “You are . . . lying.”

Rick doesn’t say anything. He just tries to stay calm but is shaking. There’s some sweat coming down from his red hair.

“And, there’s a price to pay for that, Mr. Sals.”

“All right, yes, I knew!” Rick just blurts out. He’ll be able to explain this away. It’ll be fine.

The gunman tilts his head again, and chuckles. He can’t see past these masks, but if he didn’t know any better, he’s thinking that some of these masked men are smirking at him.

“You’re a fucking coward, Mrs. Sals. And today, we’re going to teach you a little lesson in what it’s like being stripped of some of your power.” The gunman shakes his head. “Kick over your shoes and socks please. Now.”

Rick quickly removes his shoes. Fumbling with the laces, but eventually gets them untied. He almost rips them off his feet, then tosses his socks.

“Good. Now, you see this gun in my hand, Mr. Sals?”

Rick quickly nods his head.

“Look at it.”

He narrows his eyes and looks down the barrel of it. How the gunman holds it with such precision and ease. Completely still. As if it’s a predator stalking its prey.

“What do you think would happen to your head if I pull this trigger?” the gunman asks.

“Um, well…”

“HUH!?”

“It would pr-probably explode,” he answers, looking around him and to the reporters that are still filming this.

“It would leave a pretty bad hole wouldn’t it?”

Rick nods his head.

“Wouldn’t . . . .it?”

“Ye-yes. Yes, it would.”

“Good. Keep that in mind. I want you to picture exactly what would happen if the bullet in this chamber goes off and goes right through that head of yours. Your blood, brains, pieces of your scalp and even skull embedded into the carpet. How horrible that would be on live TV. Are you picturing it?”

“Yes, yes, sir.”

“Good,” the gunman says, calmly.

Rick’s heart is clawing out of his chest. Rattling against his rib cage as if it’s an Attica prisoner running a metal coffee cup against his bones like bars. He’s still shaking. Of course, he’s shaking. His breathing is catapulted out of his mouth. Flaring through his nostrils. The sweat now dripping from his red eyebrows. Falling down his softly chiseled face. His suit clinging to his tightly defined physique as his skin pounds underneath the throbbing fear pulsating in his nerves.

“Because, Mr. Sals,” the gunman stops as Rick can practically smell the metal of the chamber, “I’m not going to kill you. That’s not what here to do, today. But make no mistake, there are a thousand ways to hurt you with this and even permanently injure you and I need you to keep that in mind when I say I have the gun. My . . . cohorts . . . have guns. And we’re not afraid to use them. On you. So, you will do what I say. Got it?”

Rick nods his head.

“Good. Now, the company paid a lot for you to be here today. I mean, how much is that suit? Huh?”

“Um,” Rick wants to hold off on the answer.

“Remember, I need you to answer, honestly.”

“Six thousand dollars,” Rick says.

The gunman whistles as a way to say, Holy shit. “Must be a nice suit. You are literally dressed in the injustices of the very company you work for. You realize that, right?”

Rick nods his head, again.

“Good. So, know this. My partners have this place held pretty solid. Cops are coming, of course. But we’re gonna be here a while.”

The gunman then laughs as if a light bulb went off above his head. He moves his head up and down as if he's giving Rick this scanning look while moving the gun the same way.

Rick isn’t sure what he’s going to say. He just wants to get outta here.

“In fact, we’ll let you go.”

Rick’s heart lifts up out of his chest. He’s never felt so relieved.

“Just after you do something . . . for us. For the people. As a sign of comradery. As a symbol that you are aware that everything down to the attire you chose for today is thanks to the people that you and your company are oppressing”

“O-okay,” Rick says.

The gunman inhales before he speaks and tilts his head again. “Take off all your clothes.”

Rick can’t believe what he just heard. He shakes his head. “Um, wh-what?” He laughs a little nervously. He looks to the reporters with all of those cameras facing him. To the other bank employees looking onward. His heart starts beating faster.

“I will say this once more, and if you don’t comply, I’m going for the knee. Take . . . off . . . all .. . . of . . . your . . . clothing.”

Rick’s hands move up a little and then stops and then move up more to the buttons on his blazer. As his shaking hands can barely hold onto the buttons that slide through the fabric of his blazer, opening it up further. “What do you think this is going to prove?” he asks as he opens the blazer up and slides it off his arms.

While he takes off the first article of clothing, the gunman says, “Throw it over to any of my men.”

Rick tosses it through the air and one of the gunmen catches it.

“Anything to take one of you fuckers down is a good day.”

“This really worth going to jail for? A juvenile prank?” Rick asks as his still shaking hand starts untying his tie He loosens it, un-knots it, sliding it through each twist of fabric, making it looser around his neck until he can slide it through his collar and tosses it to the same gunman.

“No one told you to stop, Mr. Sals,” the gunman says, motioning to his shirt.

He unbuttons his sleeves, then pops the top button on his collar. It springs open to either end. And as he moves his hands down, undoing more buttons, his white T-shirt underneath is revealed, clinging against his slim build. The V-neck dips down, revealing some of that red chest hair peaking through. He untucks his shirt from his pants and undoes the last button. He then removes it as if he’s surrendering a white flag. The lean muscle is seen shaping the length of his arms extending from the short sleeves of his V-neck. He tosses this shirt to the same gunman.

He can’t believe he’s doing this. He hopes that this is it. Because standing around in his underwear is humiliating enough. He thinks of this as he unbuckles his belt. The clanging of it can be heard over the dead silence. He slides it out of the buckle and then pulls straight through the loops of his pants and Rick can feel the warmth of the friction caused by the belt moving against the fabric of his pants. The slight tugging of his waist and then the release as the belt drops out of the last loop. He tosses it to the same gunman.

He then pries open the button of his slacks, which slides through. He waits for a second before reaching for the head of his zipper. And as he pulls it down, he starts and stops a few times. All the while, that sound. The very sound of a zipper being undone. Air is now being breathed open into his underwear. Which are a pair of briefs that his undershirt is tucked into. He holds either side of his pants, now completely open. Rick shakes his head. “C’mon man.”

“If you don’t continue, Mr. Sals, I will blow out your knees. Do you know how painful that would be?”

Rick rolls his eyes as he slides his pants down. He bends down. Now completely showing his underwear and how it clings against his ass. Which is firm and rounded. When he gets back up and throws the pants to one of the gunmen, the shape of his briefs can be seen clinging perfectly to the shape of his rear end. Which shows how he dedicates himself to squats and all that jogging. Then there’s the front. Where is penis is clearly seen packaged in the front, bulging out.

Rick holds himself, trying to cover how the outline of his nipples are poking through.

The gunman motions his hands up, obviously referring to his undershirt.

Rick sighs. But then reaches into the bottom of his undershirt, curving his fingers into the fabric and pulls up. The red hair on his chest is tugged upward and then falls back in place as the undershirt is being pulled up against it. Those nipples he was trying to hide just now come into full view as he pulls the shirt up and over his head.

He tosses the undershirt to the gunman and continues to hold himself, now standing in his underwear. The hair on his chest and stomach is a thin layer, but all moves in one direction. Angling downward as if it’s a field of red-tinted grass crop dusted over his chest. A thin stream of hair goes down his toned stomach and reaches into the top of his underwear.

“Now, Mr. Sals,” the gunman says, still pointing the gun at him, “I did say all. . . of your clothes.”

His eyes widen as his heart sinks. This can’t be happening. This isn’t happening. Reporters are still standing on both sides of him. Patrons and employees are still looking forward. He’s about to be completely naked in front of everyone.

“C’mon man.”

“Do you know how it feels to live life with one of your knees being permanently out of commission?” the gunman asks, pointing that gun at him. Still and confident.

Rick shakes his head.

“Would you like to?”

Rick cautiously lifts his hands up. He lays his fingers on the band of his underwear. He starts digging into the waistband, feeling his nails scratching against his skin. He slowly pulls down. Revealing the shape of his firm butt cheeks. His red pubic hair springs up and out of his underwear as he immediately covers himself. With one hand, he steps each leg out of his underwear and tosses it to the gunman, now holding all of his clothes.

Rick stands back up and holds his dick with both hands.

“Those clothes you just took off have a little something extra in them, you know that, right?”

Rick appears confused as he narrows his eyebrows in together.

“Drugs. At least, that’s what the police will find.”

Rick’s heart sinks again.

“Now, you’ll be able to go outside, just need you to do one more thing.”

Rick doesn’t like the sound of that.

“Each person working here, each and every living human being that was working and some that still are working in those national branches go out every day, degraded, and humiliating themselves for you and your company.”

Rick breathes in more deeply as he continues to look forward.

“Now, answer me this, Mr. Sals. A person that has profited from all of that, that has benefited from such extreme debasing of human rights and the humiliation of your fellow kind,” he points the gun down to his hands, “Do you think that kind of person should be given the right to cover himself?”

He widens eyes as they nearly pop out of his skull.

He moves the gun to either side, knowing what this person is indicating. He wants Rick to take his hands off of his dick and show it everyone. This fucking pervert.

“I will shoot your hands,” the gunman says.

Rick looks down and take one had off his dick. The shaft is peaking through his fingers. The shape of his testicles is showing beneath the curves of his one remaining hand. The one thing left that is standing between him and complete and utter humiliation.

Then, closes his eyes hard as he lifts his other hand off his penis.

It’s uncircumcised and is quite hung. Swaying, freely now, from the patch of red pubic hair that merges with the trail of hair going up his stomach and then up his chest. All is shown now. His balls now moving slightly as they swing back and forth with the delicate pendulum-like movements of his dick.

“You’re free to go. Keep your hands off your penis or one of my men will still shoot you.”

He swallows hard as he walks past the gunman and the past the reporters and the other patrons and all those people outside. His dick swaying with the movement of his legs. How the back of his legs bounce, firmly, and then ripple into roundness of his ass cheeks. He walks outside the bank, showing everything to everyone.

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