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[ryiju-muunie]

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Fem!reader/Suguru Geto Warnings: plus-size!reader, reader is into cute pink frilly outfits, Geto is VERY into the readers body, emo!geto, opposites attract, oral sex, Geto is canonically hung, pussy eating with a tongue piercing, creaming, fingering, blow job, degradation/praise kink, overstimulation, crying, a little dub-con Word count: 3047 DESC: You've always wondered how many piercings your best friend has

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“How many do you have?” 

You blinked a few times at your friend, who was lazily scrolling on his phone in front of you. You and Suguru had met in your first-year economics class and stayed friends up through college. Now as seniors, your friendship felt almost second nature. Suguru was different from you, in the sense of dressing. He wore dark clothes, had dark hair, and so many piercings. You always wore pink frilly outfits, so you contrasted perfectly. Like two sides of the color spectrum.

You never tried to stare at the dragon tattoo snaking up his muscular arm or the way his labret piercing stuck out with a sharp point on the bottom of his lip. You had tried counting before, but new tattoos and piercings seemed to show up every week. There were the gauges, eyebrow, labret, septum… but you knew there was more. Maybe in his ear? You didn’t want to consider yourself a creep, staring at him so intensely, so you opted to avoid eye contact with the handsome man as best as you could.

You wouldn’t say you had a crush on him, but you wouldn’t not say that. You were very much down for anything he wanted to do if he ever offered. But the thing was, he never offered.

Suguru lifted his head, purple eyes scanning your face. He raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment, trying to mentally count before he gave up and started feeling around his face. You noticed his hand then trail down to his stomach, before ghosting at his belt. His fingers delicately traced the silver and black surrounding his waist, holding up his black skinny jeans.

He… no way. Your eyes widened at the thought. A dick piercing? There’s no way he’d have one. And there’s no way you’d go this long without seeing it. Well no- you didn’t want to see it- well. You shook your head at those thoughts. He was just a friend, and you did not want to see his dick. He was just a friend, and you did not picture him naked sometimes. 

It didn’t help Suguru had a reputation for being incredibly … large. Girls and guys talked about it like it was a godsend just to be fucked from behind by his cock. Not going to lie, you’ve thought about it before. Just a small fantasy, and wondering what it would be like. You saw how he’d eye you in those short pink skirts or those low-cut kawaii tops, you know the ones you’d find on Pinterest. Your body was far from flat, being curvy and fat-filled in all the right places. Even if they weren’t the right places for others, they were to you. You loved your big form and you could tell that Suguru enjoyed the view too.

“Seven,” he looked back at you and adjusted his position, sitting up. You two were just in your dorm, sitting on either side of your bed. God the whole thing was pink, you felt so proud. He stuck out like a sore thumb.

You thought for a moment. Gauges, eyebrow, septum, lip… that was only four. So there were three you couldn’t see. Your mind and eyes instantly wandered down his body, stopping at his stomach, “Belly button?” You didn’t dare to look down to see the tent being pitched in his jeans, the tent you knew was growing as you continued to speak.

“And tongue,” he spoke softly, brushing some hair from his face. He pushed it behind his ear but it continued to fall into his eyes, “The other one you’re going to have to guess.” A seductive look crossed his face, trailing up to his eyes. He blinked a few times, barely closing his eyes to let his eyelashes ghost against his bottom eyelid. Fucking majestic honestly. 

“Guess? C’mon just tell me,” you frowned, motioning to his perfect body, “Is it a dermal somewhere?” 

“No. Think dirtier,” he then paused, “Think lower,” he suddenly purred. Suguru knew exactly what he was doing. You couldn’t deny you were attracted to him (I mean you do have sexual fantasies about him). And you couldn’t deny how it made you soak your underwear when he spoke to you in that low tone. You could just imagine him groaning sweet nothings into your ear with that perfect tone, with each thrust becoming sloppier as he attempted to reach his high. You could practically feel him bite down on your neck as he fucked you, pumping you with his seed.

“Lower?” You bit down on your bottom lip and adjusted your position to sit up as well, “Um… I don’t wanna seem weird.” 

“Nonsense, you won’t be weird. Did you go too perverted?” He smirked and set his phone on the bed, motioning down to his legs, to the pulsating hard-on in his skinny jeans, “I can show you if you’re too embarrassed to say it.” 

You slowly closed your eyes and released your bottom lip from the hold on your teeth, “Are you sure?” What was in the water today? Was it obvious he was turning you on? Was it obvious you wanted to give in and close the space, even if it was a mistake? I mean he was hard for Christ's sake! How much more obvious could you both get? Every inch of his body was on fire as if it was statically charged, just aching to touch your perfect curves. Suguru was hot, you couldn’t deny it. He couldn’t deny his attraction to you. You couldn't deny your attraction to him any longer. And it was obvious to him, huh? It must’ve been obvious to everyone. You slowly opened your eyes and stared at him. He was serious. God you just wanted him to show you how big he truly was. And god you just wanted him to fuck you like the needy little whore you were. 

“Always baby,” he grinned and stood up, beginning to undo his belt. You found yourself staring at his quivering dick through his pants. He was hung. You could see it from how his dick sat in his pants, becoming more erect as he just teased you there. His hands are seated atop his hips, with his cat-like eyes staring you down. Purple pupils dilated in your direction. Suguru then grabbed your chin and forced you to stare back into his own eyes, widening them as he continued, “I’m down if you’re down to see my piercing.” 

Your eyes fluttered a bit with your bottom lip jutting out into a pink glossy pout. You needed to think about this for a moment. If he was offering, you’d like to take a ride on that stallion. Besides, you couldn’t say no to that stare even if you tried. If he truly wanted to fuck you and he knew you wanted to fuck him, why not? You only live once. And you knew this would just be a one-time thing, just sex. God you just needed him to fuck you. 

“Can I see your dick now? I’m down,” you spoke softly, opening your eyes fully to stare at the grin atop his face. Fuck it, you thought. 

Your best friend nodded and let go of your face, bringing his hands to fondle his belt. He slid it off and then started to shimmy out of his skinny jeans. He looked stunning in just a pair of loose boxers that hugged his muscled curves. He thumbed the waistline of his underwear and let his eyes flick back to you, “Do me a favor princess, and kneel in front of me. I want to see how you look against my cock,” he cooed, watching as your plump form fell to the floor on his knees in front of him.

How could you say no to that beautiful voice as it rang through your ears? You couldn’t! You nodded hungrily as he smiled down at you. You looked pathetic. You felt pathetic. But you didn’t care. Just to taste that length around your mouth would be worth it. To swallow his cum would make you feel whole. Something inside of you needed him suddenly, and so badly.

Suguru slowly brought his underwear down, revealing his massive cock. He was huge. You could see it from the way it lazily sprung from his body and how it glistened in your room lighting. You wanted to touch it so badly, to run your fingers over his Prince Albert piercing until he was shaking for more. It was just a loop through the side of his tip, through the urethra, and out one side. You reached out and grazed your fingers up to his tip, lightly tugging at his piercing. He bit his lip and watched you, hands waiting idly on either side of his body. 

“Hold on,” he said softly, lifting one of his hands to sweep some of your hair up from under your scalp, “Do I have permission to use you as my fuck toy?” He pulled your hair into a ponytail, although you had to say it was the worst one you’ve ever seen. You looked up at him and went to speak but the tip of his cock lightly tapped at your bottom lip. You couldn’t even hide the moan that escaped your lips, and he took that as a yes. 

You opened your mouth and he forced his way inside you. You gagged at the feeling of his tip and his piercing kissing your mouth. It was already too much to be stuffed this badly but he didn’t seem to care. Both of your hands anchored to his hips, letting your nails dig in as he grabbed your ponytail. With one fluid motion, he brought your lips closer to the middle of his shaft, before pulling you back to his tip, then back again. It was consistent how utterly fast he was going. You gagged again as you felt his piercing trail up and down the side of your mouth, clashing against your teeth. 

“F..fuck you’re a whore for this, huh? You t-take this without any hesitation, huh?” Suguru breathed out, throwing his head back in a blissful state of condescension. You looked up at him and tried to pull your head back to speak, but he slammed you back against his cock. You whimpered at the sensation, feeling a pleasurable throb grow in your legs. Fuck you just needed some sort of release to make this all worth it.

One of your hands on his hip moved down in between your pants, rubbing against your clothed cunt. Anything for a bit of friction and stimulation. You just needed to feel him pound you, or better yet eat you out with that tongue piercing of his. You rubbed with two fingers in quick circles, feeling a small wave of pleasure build through your clit. You moaned and gagged at the same time, feeling the nauseous twinge run up the back of your throat. It hurt so good. God…

You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t even breathe from how much he fucked you. It was as if you were Suguru Geto’s personal fleshlight for him to use until he was completely milked dry. And it turned you on so much. To be used as an object. You wanted him to use you until you were shaking and crying for it to stop. Hey- you were halfway there already. Tears formed at the base of your eyes and threatened to come out with each thrust until they finally started pouring from your cheeks. 

“Aw… mm-f .. fuck. Is this too much for you p.. Mm, princess?” Suguru spat, raking one hand through your hair and yanking on the ponytail. He pulled you from his cock, a line of slobber hanging from your bottom lip. He stared at you with pure lust, just aching to defile every inch of your perfect body, “Look at me, whore,” he commanded. You did as he said, eagerly staring up at him for something else to do. God what a sub! 

You blinked a few times before he pulled you up. You whined at the painful sensation of being pulled by your hair, as he pressed a slobbery kiss against your open mouth. He tasted like cigarettes and it made your legs weak. You managed to find your footing and stand, letting him press himself against you. Suguru ate at your mouth as if you were his last meal, hoping and praying it would never end. He needed your taste against his tongue as if it was the last thing on Earth. 

“Pathetic slut,” he murmured, biting down on your lip. You gasped and then felt him force his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t feel the piercing against your tongue, but you could feel him move his tongue perfectly against yours. Saliva mixing made you throb uncontrollably. As you kissed, you felt him walk forward, inching towards your bed. You had a feeling where this was going. The railing right?

He pushed you back against your bed, your knees bending on the edges. Your best friend pulled your shorts down, not even caring to remove them from your ankles. You looked down with a dazed expression and murmured something about him fucking you, to which Suguru laughed and mused, “Let me please you first.” You didn’t need to be told twice, as you let your back hit the back of the bed with a light thump. 

You felt him slide down your lace panties with gentle care before two fingers spread your folds apart and a tongue licked your slit. You felt a metal pebble lightly rub up and down your clit as he licked, before moving to suck and slurp as if he was a starving man. A faint moan escaped your lips as your hips moved with a mind of their own, grinding against his face as his tongue moved circles around your swollen clit. Typically this motion wouldn’t get you so hot and bothered, but something about Suguru made it incredibly arousing. He was just … perfect. Maybe this shouldn’t be a one-time thing. 

Suguru pulled away for a moment and removed a ring or two from his pointer and middle finger, before dipping them into your pussy. You bit your lip and watched slowly as he sunk two fingers in. He curved his hand and bent his knuckles, beginning to pump in and out of you with a devious grin. You wanted to ask why he was admiring you with those eyes but as he grazed your G-spot, suddenly all words died on your tongue. You let out a guttural moan and lifted your hips to the sensation, trying to catch more of this intense pleasure he was giving you. 

“That’s it. Cream on my fingers, you filthy cunt. Aw does someone like it when I call her a cunt? You’re desperate. I could tell-” he spat as he thrust two digits inside you, “-you wanted me but you were too shy. And now you’re aching to cum… It’s almost cute,” a condescending laugh fell out of his mouth and he leaned forward, licking a pitiful stripe against your clit, “I could let you cum…”

“Please…” You whined, throwing your head back as the pleasure got too much. It was too much and not enough to be fucked by his fingers. You needed all of him at that moment, even if it wasn’t possible, “Please Suguru…” You breathed out shakily, turning your head to stare at him with an unfocused look. 

“Since you asked nicely,” Geto smiled and pressed his lips against your pussy, thrusting all the while. He ate you out and pushed another finger inside, just to see if you could handle it. You could; bucking your hips in response to the added stimulation. You could feel the exact spot it was rubbing and you could feel your body beginning to contort as the pleasure was building. You sat up and ground against his face, stretching out both arms to grab onto something. Nothing but sheets were in your vicinity and all you could do was helplessly grab them and beg to cum. It was mindless at this point, as he sucked your clit, to beg for completion. 

Something he must’ve done ended up pushing you over the edge. Whether it was his tongue fucking you or his fingers, something made you cum around them and clench. You clenched so hard you could feel his struggle to thrust them in and out, forcing him to instead internally rub against your G-spot. You gasped and lifted your hips again as you rode your high, biting down on your bottom lip and grabbing the sheets as if your life depended on it. You had never cum to the point of almost blacking out, but now that you have you never wanted to go back. The feeling of pleasure so intense wiping over you it made you dizzy, made another twinge of arousal poke at your clit. 

But you realized the pleasure had stopped. Suguru pulled his fingers out and pressed a light kiss against your cunt, standing up and then sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked down at you with fondness, taking in your half-exposed body. He murmured something you didn’t hear before clearing his throat, “You’re gorgeous.” 

You smiled and reached your hand out, grazing against his arm, “Round …two?”

He laughed and looked away, “I don’t think you can keep your eyes open. I won’t fuck you until you can’t walk …yet. I want to warm you up first.”

“This is a regular thing?” You raised an eyebrow, sleepily attempting to sit up but letting yourself slide back against the bed, “You haven’t cum though…”

Suguru shook his head and grabbed your chin delicately, contrasting with how he had manhandled you just minutes prior. He pressed a soft kiss against your temple and released you, letting you fall against the bed once more. 

“Get some rest and I’ll rail you in an hour, okay?” He smiled, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side. Who were you to say no to such a face?

[rowretro]

𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕?

✧warnings: fluff, slut shaming, kissing

♡synopsis: The bad boy Riki, has fallen for a rather girly girl, the kind of girl that many girls wouldn't expect guys to fall for. Y/n in her stylish outfits which were always admired by all, had the attention of Riki, and that seemed tick certain girls off.

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Riki groaned as he saw you walk down the hallway. One would assume it's because of how much you dress up just to go to school, or the supermarket. That's not the reason. Fuck he loves it, your style, your creative, the fact that half your accessories, or very pretty clothes were made by you. He loves that you're like a fresh wave of energy that suddenly brings a dry, dead, withering flowers, to life again. Sometimes, though, the boys love your outfits, for all the wrong reasons.

"Y/n for fucksake pull your skirt down!" Riki said, audible enough for just you to hear, he pulled you to himself. His eyes scanning the pink, delicate shimmer on your eyelids, Pretty, spikey eyelashes that were perfectly stuck on, Oh and how could he forget those glossy, kissable lips? a few, tiny iridescent hearts evident. Pink bows decorating your braided hair. "but why? it looks cute when it's short" she said, it's not like she was ever going to need to bend, she can't anyway, not with the 5 inch heels her feet carry around all day.

"You want to know what your outfit is missing? a nice leather jacket. Here have mine." He said, as he dressed you in his large leather jacket, ignoring your protests. You looked adorable in such a big jacket. You had no problem with leather jackets either, but this one specific Riki jacket made you look ridiculous. But there were people who had a bigger problem with it. Hwang Mihi.

Hwang Mihi would be described as a conventionally attractive, powder faced bitch. From her ridiculously rolled up short skirt, cakey makeup, and extremely bitchy personality. The girl had a problem with everyone and everything, specifically you. She's heard more people praise you than they praise her, you have more followers than her, and overall, you have the man she wants. Nishimura Riki.

"Rikiiii please~ it'll look good on you I swear!" you whined as Riki frowned. "I'm not wearing lipstick!" the man whined as you whined again "It's not a lipstick! it's a lip gloss stick it's not like you'll turn in to barbie with one swipe, idols wear this you know?" you reasoned as he sighed, leaning into you face. With a smile, you carefully applied the creamy, lip gloss stick, his eyes locked on your focused face, the close proximity making his heart beat faster than Usain Bolt ever ran. It fucking pissed Mihi off.

"How the fuck does a pink barbie carbon copy like you have MY man?!" She yelled, yanking at your braided hair, her tug so tight you had to bite her wrist to get out of her hold. "UGH U PASTE FACED FUCKER- U RUINED MY BRAID!" you yelled as suddenly a different person slapped the shit out of you. You could've sworn your brain left your body then entered it again. your head hit the wall behind you painfully hard, but as you pulled away to even process the first slap, you were painfully pushed up against the wall, and there before you was a much bigger male.

"You're such a pussy! you can't fight me yourself so you're using some guy who's dick you sucked?!!!" she asked, clearly knowing the man was one of the seniors that she used to be fwb with. Just for that, the male slapped her again, chocking her. "It's that fucking tongue isn't it?! If I rip it out you'll stop talking right?" Mihi asked as you frowned. "I have another way to silence her..." the male said with a smirk, his grip on your throat tightening as he tried to place his lips on hers.

Before his lips could even reach her lips, The male fell back, some of his teeth knocked out, his mouth bloody. "The fuck are you doing to my girlfriend?!!!" Riki asked as y/n stared at him in shock, heck even the girls were shook, they were fucking scared, never has Mihi ever seen her crush so pissed off, it was fucking scary. "J-just uh..." "Just what?! beating my future wife?! do u want to be scalped and dipped into lemon juice?!!!" He asked cracking his knuckles as the girl stuttered and ran off with her minions.

Riki didn't even get the chance to check on you, as your horrified scream filled the hallways. "Fuck y/n how bad did he hurt you?" he asked, kneeling down before you as you stared at your forehand in horror "MY NAIL SNAPPED! SO LONG OF HARD WORK BROKE JUST LIKE THAT." she exclaimed as Riki stood up, sighing. "I'll take that as a yes" he mumbled.

"Girlfriend? Future wife? what was that about?" you asked staring up at him as he smiled "I guess you called call it my confession..." he said as you frowned "Try again" you said as Riki snickerred "Y/n... I love you, and I want to fucking show you that everyday, so give me a chance baby" he said as you blinked. She felt her own blush, he's perfect, everything she needed, but never did she think your dream man would love you.

"Hmm but what if I don't want to?" you teased. as Riki helped you up "My sister knows a great nail tech, she's expensive but worth the price, how bout you treat your pretty hands for some prettier nails, and I'll pay all the expenses?" he asked as the girl pouted. "You don't need to bribe me like that... let me do it instead." You said, then kissed his lips, his eyes widening in shock as you smiled. "Lets skip school im gonna treat you to the best shopping spree you'd ever experience." He said as his arm snaked around your waist.

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[charliemwrites]

Yes yes, I know. Part 9 for Charmed Slasher is coming out soon, I promise.

BUT! I had this Thought and just had to do it real quick!

(CW for violent imagery and actual violence)

Simon's been watching you for weeks.

You're such a sweet, quiet thing. Shy. Happy to let your coworkers lead conversations, chiming in only when directly addressed. You smile like sun peeking through clouds, slow and beaming, prying through darkness.

And they way you peer up through your eyelashes, the corners of your mouth tipping up. Oh, oh... he wants to ruin you.

Thinks of you while he strokes himself in bed, looking up at him through those thick lashes. Sticking together with unshed tears as you choke on his cock. That quietly pleased smile when he purrs that you're doing so well, almost halfway there...

It's becoming a distraction, this preoccupation with you. So many others just let their eyes slide over you, but not Simon. No, he sees you.

That you shred your bottom lip bloody when you're deep in thought. You wrinkle your nose and squeeze your eyes shut when you're trying not to sneeze. Always burn your mouth on your first sip of coffee.

He watches you in your home. The way you curl up with your favorite blanket, leaned up against the arm of the couch. A perfect open space for him to share with you. He memorizes your routines and imagines slotting himself into your life.

He shouldn't. That's not going to stop him.

Price has been staring at him hard when he thinks Simon won't notice. Gaz has been jumpier; the recruits whispering more fervently. They can sense him slipping; too many missions. Too much bloodshed. It's soaked past clothes and skin, muscle and marrow. His soul, if he has one, must be drenched crimson.

He needs an anchor to keep him from floating adrift in this sea of blood.

He's found you. So precious. So delicate. He couldn't let himself be too rough with you; you'd break so easily. Oh, his hands itch to break you down piece by piece like his favorite gun. Gut you and clean you out, only to put you back together again with his own hands, his initials stamped into you.

There's no salvation for someone like him, but you're all the Paradise he needs.

And then you go and do such a stupid, silly thing.

You go on a date. Look like something he wants to stain in your clingy jeans and low-cut top. Hair done just so. He wants to see it sweaty and tangled after burying his fingers in it; his vision goes red at the thought of anyone else getting that honor.

But no... no. It's not your fault, really. You don't know any better. But you will. You will very, very soon.

Simon watches your date greet you outside, slip an arm around your waist like it belongs there. Like you belong to anyone but Simon. The only things that saves the man from a bloody end right there is that you gently extricate yourself to go inside.

He seethes on the sidewalk across the street, fingers twitching for his Ka-Bar. The images of his initials on your perfect skin is burned behind his eyelids, and afterimage superimposing itself over his vision.

It's time you knew who you belong to.

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Your father always said you have a temper like the Devil. Didn’t understand what he meant as a sunshine six-year-old, giggling after butterflies and munching on cheese sticks. Your parents’ pride and joy, their first and only babygirl.

You understood later, though, standing at the broken window and watching a pool of blood spread and spread and spread….. like leaving a marker tip on the page too long.

You’re Old Testament wrathful, fire and brimstone, churning beneath a lake of oil and ink. Pitch black, iridescent rainbow on the surface, too thick to realize what roils beneath until one misstep breaks that molecular tension—

Rage will boil up in your stomach, scorch your chest. Burns acidic in your throat and stains your teeth on venom. You don’t drown in anger, you wade into it until you float.

Not to say that you’re an angry person. You’re not. Not much to bother being angry about, by your estimate. Disappointed, resigned, annoyed, exasperated - sure. But the raw fury that sharpens your teeth and claws? It’s an energy expenditure your mind hardly ever feels the need to spark.

But there are some things…

“C’mon don’t be a fucking prude.” He’s drunk. He’s drunk and pushy and you feel your ribs expand, expand, expand…

“You fuckin’ owe me something.”

You show a little too much canine as you reply. “Because you bought me a couple drinks I didn’t ask for?”

“Fuckin’ spoiled bitch. Wha’ else d’you want, huh? Fuckin’ money?”

He pushes you. Your shoulders bump the alley wall behind you. The sky is so so dark above, no clouds, no moon. Even next to trash, the stink of that awful whiskey burns your nose.

You think of broken windows and blooms of blood.

“Just fuckin’ get on your knees.”

“No.”

“The fuck do you jus’ - it wasn’t a fuckin’—”

“No.”

His face twists, ugly and red (not the right shade of red) puffing up like a particularly loud bird.

“C’mere, you little—“

It’s nothing, nothing at all. A sidestep and a full-body shove. Your timing is perfect. You didn’t touch your second drink when your nail polish turned black.

Your “date” however, is wobbly and uncoordinated, you lean forwards on the balls of your feet in anticipation. Watch him bounce off the brick, stumble over a couple overfilled bags, and crack his temple on the metal corner of the dumpster.

You tilt your head as he collapses in a pathetic heap, barely conscious. Make a point to roll him over onto his back. The last sky he’ll ever see with any luck. You lean your foot into his stomach, watch him turn pale and then green. He’s not going to be able to roll over before all that drink comes up.

Satisfied, you step back as you brush brick dust and dirt from your pants and sleeves. Movement at the head of the alley catches your attention, but by the time you look, the disturbance is gone. Likely someone just passing by. You don’t care if you're wrong.

Below you, the man - you never bothered to actually remember his name - gurgles and starts to rasp wetly. The fury ebbs, a tide dragging out with bloody foam at the edge. You let out a slow, satisfied sigh and navigate to the alley's entrance.

You've barely stepped from the shadows of the buildings when there's a sharp pinch in your neck. The world goes black in seconds.

[death---dealer]

Peppering Kisses. ( Planet of the Apes Imagines. )

Characters included below: Caesar, Noa, Blue Eyes, Anaya and Koba.

Caesar.

The sensation of a heady body next to your own,  the heaving of the Ape King’s breathing against the side of your body, rocketing whatever linear space you were drifting in and out of into a full blown conscious state. Fluttering your eyelids open, you were washed in a sea of darkened fur to which you felt drowning was the best state, nuzzling your face inwards to take in the musky scent that clung to happily to the very tips of the coat that lined his entire body. So envious of that, your mind mumbled to itself. To always be warm, even though he offered it to you in the sacred scapes of the mornings like you found yourself in.

Caesar next to you did not shift, didn't urge himself to do that, sleep still cusping around his eyelids as you peered up at him, the tugging under your own eyes enticing enough to want to come back down to sleep but… There were moments like these that finally gave you a chance to see him without the permanent scowl that rested, some semblance of innocence resting on his expression, eyelashes cradling down, his nose snorting here and there between the breathing of his mouth. Lifting yourself up was the difficult piece of his occasion, the heaviness of his long arm alone keeping you almost pinned at his side for the entire night of rest, something innate from the protective stand the Ape had towards you. It was rare for you to wake up before him, the dawn of the day barely on the horizon.

It was rare that you were left wordless, looking down at him as you propped your body against his broad chest, slotting to rest against him and gaze at his face with hazed and slumber encrusted adoration. It was hard to believe at times, your fingers coming up and tucking back some of your hair as you leaned inwards to place a delicate and fluttering kiss against his chin, feeling the delectation of the bearded fur that rested there, aged to a fine white lined coating, thickened in the dead of Winter. Despite the chill of the air, his skin was hot as ever and you wanted nothing more than to skin into it yourself. 

Nothing from the Chimp,  you smiled against the leathery nature of his skin and swept upwards to his cheek and pressed a few lining kisses against his cheekbone, but and down you brought your mouth, coating ever so slightly with saliva that was building out of anticipation of your mate waking up and having you so close to him, eager and ready, but always willing to wait if he had something more pressing.

Something more pressing than your body weight against him, your actions becoming a bit more brashed as you lifted up a bit more, your weight contorting against his own, feeling the shift of his shallow sleep against your chest as you caressed his right eye socket with a small smooch and traced downwards towards the delicate sweeping of the wrinkles that were ever present under his eyes. 

“I am… Awake.” That voice tore through you without reserved, incredibly dripped in a coated baritone that was resting deeper than usual at this time of day, Caesar’s lack of self-control teetering itself into the forefront but there was enough lacking that he felt the desire to pull you inwards by placing the arm that had previously been holding you back into position. You groaned at the impact of being held against him and smiled where your mouth had rested. “And you’re just letting me attack your face?” Caesar laughed at the implications of that, something in itself that was not common and it made you swell with pride at the tiny tug you had gotten from his lips, eyes entranced enough for your lips to follow suit and you were kissing at the very corners of them. “Think… I would know…” You smiled sleepily against his lips, giving him a full frontal peck before dancing your face towards his left side to give equal love as he so deserved, “If you… were a threat to…mmm…” He slowed his speech, the scent from your hair coming to full throttle at the shift you gave by tugging closer to his left side, “If you… were a threat to my face.” “I could bite it off.” You teased jokingly and bared your teeth against his left cheek, Caesar enjoying the sensation of your hot breath and saliva against the part of his face as he brought you in even closer, as if to dare you to continue. Caesar peeped one eye open lazily, locking briefly with your own as he raised his head to make the contact before letting it fall back against the next, against the animal hides that cushioned himself for your viewing pleasure, “Would like to see you try.”

Noa.

There were not many days where you were left alone to your own devices with the Master of the Birds. Between the re-building of the Clan and Village, to the sweeping of the Elders' words about your lack of Ape-ness during the meetings that Noa coincided in with older Apes who refused to see a newer outcome, afternoons where you and he could get away became increasingly more scarce.

It was true, you thought for a moment and looked down at him, Noa’s entire broad back laying nearly flat against your stomach and navel, your legs casing him in a cage of affection as they tapered down the top portion of the side of his body and you were able to sustain just enough of your strength to look down at him upside down, taking in the features you knew from the dim fire-light of your nest in a different perspective. Thankful for the tree you were perched under, you were able to maintain the position of having nearly all his front weight against your chest and there were truly moments to savor from how suffocating it felt to be with him like this.

Noa was beautiful, there was no denying as his right hand lightly traced itself against your kneecap, the other being tickled by the long grass of the meadow below, crunching under your weight and crunching under the adoration that seeped from your pores. Even with his eyes shut, it wasn’t hard to imagine the green nature of them, eclipsed by the darkened pupils and sprinkled with the golden rays that even rivaled the sun's color in intensity.

The deep richness that flooded from his fur, brown and sunken in tones of honey tearing itself against the darkened scape and it was taking in every crevice of your skin that was exposed to it in the selfishness of wanting to be closer. Gazing down at him as his head rested near your collarbone, Noa’s head to the side in a state of relaxation, it was hard not to brush your fingers along the softened aspect of his browline that was not hardened in contemplation or obsession.

“Echo word,” Noa muttered quietly, tucking his face a bit more into the fabric of your shirt to stop your brushing motion, “Feels… Funny. Against skin.” “Tickling?” He chortled, slipping his eyelids open just enough to captivate you in some form of dance of glances and you felt yourself dropping down the tree trunk you were pressed against, Noa’s body languid and slow above yours to get you pinned to the ground below, his pelvic bone crushing yours only slightly but caused the adverse effect of your soft moan into the air before you pushed to have him on his back, your legs bringing themselves around the narrowing of his waist. “Touching you here,” Fingers placed themselves back into position on his brow line which tore a tiny grin from the Ape below you as he looked at you with heavily hooded irises, coated with delicate traces of his intentions, “Tickles?” Noa growled lightly, the sound itself reverbing against your entire body once your face drew itself closer to his. His scent was enough to send you over the edge of bliss; the tanglement of vines that trailed up to the Eagle Enclosure, the rubbing of wings together before taking flight and even the air between them as they soared. You wanted again… To drown in it, kissing lightly around his face and garnering yourself a long arm around your waist to keep you steady as you work with your mouth.

From the dips around the corner of his lips that he pursed sillily for you, tongue nearly drawing at the shape of his bottom lip itself, Noa respondent in the only way he knew how in regards to you kissing him in such an Echo fashion. He let it happen; willingly, always to experience something new. “So this tickles you?” That was whispered right near the shell of his ear as you drew up the side of his face, scattering nothing but the faintest of kisses along his cheekbone that was sculpted perfectly, slotting his jaw open and the minor uptake of his breathing utterly noticeable. 

“Yes.” “You want me to stop?” You breath scattered down his fur and brushed at his skin below, Noa releasing a shiver that spiked the fur along his shoulder when you resumed to kiss along the bridge around his heart-cartoon shaped nose. “No.” He grumbled deeply, the hand around your waist tugging you even further and you let yourself fall flat against his chest, raising a hand to keep you leveraged against him and playing against the bare nature of his scar that weaned into the fur that played around it. “Keep… Going… Echo thing… Noa enjoys.” Smiling against the wrinkles that draped themselves under his eyes, you saw them fall shut in response as you continued on your way, taking in every bit that he was willing to give you, the rising and falling of his chest against yours tangling into the intimacy of the moment, the time in space that you two were allowed to be alone and Noa felt no understanding guilt to take it all in.

For here, you were nothing more than a mated pair, no expectations though the hands that held you always beckoned for a bit more and you knew without a doubt that you’d end up bare against him and he’d be the one to trail hot mouthed kisses along your body, but for now. You were his Echo and he was your Ape. And there was nothing else that mattered.

Blue Eyes.

“Do you have to leave?” Your voice attempted its shot at coming out whining but it was impossible to have, the tone sounding more akin to desperation as you looked at Blue Eyes, spear in his hand. Trailing your gaze to the entryway of the nest itself, you drew your bottom lip in and carefully got your body into position, hands and knees to the edge of the nest itself where your fingers teetered against the bundled up thickets of branches that gave it such a delicate bounce under your weight. “Can’t you stay just a few minutes longer?” There was intense contemplation from the Prince of the Apes, something that was weighed in his mind for more than needed as he looked at the state you were in. The flushed nature of your cheeks, the messy abundance of your hair as you had only just woken up a few moments ago to an empty space next to you and the drawing of your breathing, so slow and enticing to Blue Eyes that he really figured the idea of nestling into your ribcage to be a fair advantage for himself; at least that way you would be able to breath for him and in these instances that he was unable to do it for himself, the Chimp knew he’d be alright.

The thinned t-shirt you had chosen for sleep the night before giving him the most tasteful view of your chest for his azure gaze as Blue Eyes felt his body stiffen at that mere and otherwise innocent sight of bare skin. 

‘Ash,’ Blue Eyes signed at you with his stocky fingers, so incredibly nimble themselves that it left you feeling they were a contradiction in their own right as you drew your attention from the actions of his hands to the way that his breathing ripped against the lining of the silvering scars against his shoulder and down his right pectoral. Fingers moving exhilaratingly, you yearned to pull him closer and touch them again and again until the patterns, the dips and hugs against his fur were nothing more than second nature but you were torn out of that crazed idea as he finished his thought, ‘Waiting for me, would feel bad to make him wa---’

“You always make me wait. At least come kiss me goodbye.” 

That surely came out as a whine this time, something that was accompanied by you rolling your head and taking your body into a seated position, back so far that Blue Eyes was no longer able to see your chest floating and teasing his line of vision and the perk he had in his shoulders, the hackles rising and falling with each catering breath, ceased and there was a clinging of disappointment in the air from both parties, Blue Eyes having been in too much of a haste to get ready, too much of a want to hang out with his friend that he had neglected something inherently more important.

His mate, the spear dropped from his hands and landed against the wall, his very own beating heart for without his own, you’d carry him to the ends of the Earth. These are things Blue Eyes knew and felt, but there was always that idea that you’d wait for him even if he never asked, never thinking about the prospect that making you wait was indeed tortuous for you as he came towards you, gait careful as to not offend, his long arms instinctually reaching for you and tangling themselves around your waist. 

There was no time spared, Blue Eyes successful in getting your body up as if you were nothing more than a branch that had loosened itself from the nest, your thighs shaking in want as you wrapped them around his thinned waist, secure and knowledgeable that the Ape had the strength to sustain you in animation as his hands tucked under the fleshy tone of your thighs to keep you secure against him. A position that Blue Eyes catered to, holding you up against him as your delicately boned arms wrapped around his neck and you drew your face inwards.

Lightly his lips were swiped, something so unfamiliar but wrapped in reminiscent qualities as he recalled to himself that this was one of those Human forms of affection that were not commonly displayed out of your own desire to keep him comfortable, but you knew that Blue Eyes would display the behavior back itself in his own desire for your comfort. It was always a win win, and a give and take as he pursed his mouth against yours, feeling your return with a smile before you drew your scattering mouth upwards to his nose, then to the bridge of his brow where you rested there for a moment. 

“You won’t be done the entire day, right?” You could feel the inclination of a ‘no’ as Blue Eyes shook his head for you and rested his face into the crook of your neck and drew in deeply, enriching his lungs with your scent that was going to be the motivation to return with the best hunt he’d ever experienced, the high too staggering to come down from as you were rested back on the nest, lightly and felt the body weight of the Ape crush you for a few moments as you got situated and felt the draping of an animal pelt coat your body. ‘Go back to sleep,’ Blue Eyes’ signing used a quiet and hushed tone, his other free hand coming up to brush you hair back, ‘Will be back before you wake again, I promise.’

“You better.” Yawning, it always amazed you that he was able to detect your sleep before it even became evident in the dropping of your eyes.

“I…” Blue Eyes grumbled and placed himself a light kiss against your eyelids as they fell shut, “Promise…”

Anaya.

“Your fingers are sticky, stop touching my face!” You laughed viciously, head tilting back as you tried to escape the grasp of the Chimp who had you pinned on the ground in the first place. You were flurried, back encasing itself with a scape of dirt and sediment as you wrestled under weight that you knew was too strong to let you go unless he was willing to do just that, his bulky fingers drawing themselves against your cheek and glistened with the ripest mango juice that even poured into the corner of your mouth for you to have a taste.

Slowly he drew his pointer finger along the outscape of your cheek, your head tilting to the side with a small playful snap towards the digit as if your blunted teeth were going to do anything against the calloused nature of his fingertips. You wanted to try though, even if it meant getting nothing more than a mango flavored finger in your mouth “Anaya, I swear to---” “Ah, swear to your Echo God,” He nearly cooed at you, taking a swiped bite from the mango in his free hand, the one that was not causing absolute agony against your skin as the sticky juices from the mango were now mixing into your skin and into the sweat that lined along the small hairs that prickled with excitement of having him mounted on top of you, playful in all aspects. That touch of primal fear always remained that he was putting no effort into this at all, and your movements were ultimately subdued by Anaya just applying more of his weight as he smiled smugly down at you, dropping his face to be parallel with your own as he grinned, your eyes captivated by the sheen his canines tugged onto from the sun that cased in from the tree leaves above. “Do not think… That will do… very good against… Anaya and his mango.”

“No-” His tongue peeped out, tracing the very tip along your cheek where his finger had previously been as a shriek tore from your throat. Not out of disgust, but out of acute amusement at the Ape’s comfort level around you, something that has sky-rocketed with the attraction he felt towards you was confirmed and Anaya finally felt confident enough, not terrified or scared as so often was the case when he was around you, to actually pursue and court you into being his mate. This endeavor - was one of many as he finally flattened his tongue against your cheek, letting out a small muffled huff against your skin and lined it with his saliva. “Anaya! NO!!!!” “Do not understand,” He whispered right into your ear this time, having swiped his wet appendage to the shell of that body part, licking it tenderly and giving a tiny nip right towards the end of it to tease you even further as you wringed your body below him again, hips raising and falling back into the Earth below as you laughed. “Echo allowed to place… Those things,” He thought for a second and hummed lightly into your hair, “Echo kisses… against Anaya’s face but… Not allowed to do the same?”

“You’re licking me!” Erupting into a giggle as he brought his tongue down the side of your face once more, you felt him drop the mango from his hand so he could grasp at your curved body and bring you closer. “Licking me isn’t the same thing!” “How kiss then?” There was no hesitation on your part as your lips pressed themselves against his own, hardened and quick to the point where you caught Anaya with a partially open mouth which he accepted and you were flushed with the mango taste, so tender and juicy against your tongue before you drew your tongue, the very tip of it to his chin and licked the juices from there with a ravenous and small laugh. “Like that.” “Very similar to what… I was doing.” “Hmmm.” You giggled as Anaya drew himself back onto his butt and sat with you enthralled in his arms, your legs coming to rest, tucked next to his muscular thighs. Carefully, you slipped your arms around his neck and cased your fingers into the coarse but oddly enticing nature of his fur and felt the shift of his muscles under as his shoulders rolled. “Not the same though,” You muttered, bringing your face near his once more and shouted a few pecks against his cheek and trailed from one side of his face to the other, “More lips, less tongue.” Anaya’s eyes fell shut slowly at the ghosting of your mouth, so smooth and inclined to please even if there was nothing inherently mated about the situation. “No fun… without tongue.”

“There’s plenty of fun,” You whispered heatedly against his right cheek and drew upwards to his brow line. Never too serious there, you felt it adjust to your hot mouth as you placed open kisses there, smooched and coated with saliva. “You just need to learn to appreciate it.”

He tightened his arm around you roughly, dragging you in closer to his chest as his eyes finally opened again, Anaya giving you a small bit of side eye as you pulled your head back to look at him properly, admiring the work of wetness you had given along his forehead. Grinning in satisfaction, the Ape brought a hand up and grasped the back of your neck with it and kept you steady as you wanted to bring your lips back to his face, “Appreciate it… Plenty, my Echo… But you need to appreciate Anaya’s… kissing too.”

Koba.

Never in your wildest dreams when you first came to the Colony would you have seen yourself in this position with a Bonobo. Thighs around his bulked waist, larger in most part compared to yours, but then again, compared to a Chimpanzee, it appeared to be more flushed and narrow but was surely not lacking muscular intent as evident in the way that they were moving his body against yours.

You had never imagined how rough and coarse it was going to feel to have Koba’s body rushing with carnal desire that was flecking around the edges like a golden nugget with aggravation that this was even happening, the heightened motions against your semi-nude form were enthralling enough as you were bounced, not allowing the full scape of moving yourself; Koba would never allow that and you have given up trying once he tried to bite your hand off. It was never enough to garner yourself true and unfiltered satisfaction as your chest rubbed, fully clothed and friction based against his own chest that was littered with patches of thinned fur and thicker tuffets. 

It was all subdued on your part from lack of pleasure outside of penetration, the feeling of how he stiffened against you, the one form of affection reaching itself into you as the arms that were too long for his body tangled themselves into the depths of your shoulder blades to keep you from moving as if you were willing to do just that and not cure your morbid curiosity for how it felt to have him inside of you. It was hot as usual; catapulting whatever sense of attraction you had to the brink that you had set in your mind. An invisible line to ensure that you never stepped over the boundaries that were evident from the moment Koba decided to take you for the first time.

Stifling yourself, you refused even the most bare of delectations, unable to seat your face into the crevice that dripped from his sturdy neck to the more curved delicate nature around his collarbones. You wanted to, your eyes sinking themselves into that body part that taunted you before your glazed irises met his eyelids, squeezed shut for just a moment as he revealed himself into you, drop by drop. Never lingering, this was the only time you felt at one with an Ape here and you weren’t willing to tear yourself away from it. You could do it, just one time… Temptation rocked at the chance it saw as Koba still held onto your blades, bruises there inevitable against terrible prone skin; something he no doubt complained about in his own introspection. Temptation took its chances as you drew your face in and placed the smallest of fluttering against his scarred cheek; a human desire for more despite Koba giving you it in the form between your legs.

 Immediate reaction was impossible, or so it seemed in the haze of the moment. Koba was still hardened, body lacking any other movement other than sustaining you on him until he felt the wash tearing him away and you were tossed back onto the nest in disgust of seducing him in the first place; always a sound excuse for the Bonobo who would trail around you in the Colony day in and day out for some form of entertainment. He hated you, you knew as you yourself squeezed your eyes shut and placed a kiss against him, this one closer to the side of his face where the skin fell deliciously into that blackened coat of fur that left you wanting more every time it was near to the very edge of what felt like insanity. You just wanted to know… Nearly flat faced against him, the kisses you were giving turned incredibly selfish and you drew in what little your nose was able to detect. The mush of dirt between toes, the moss growing against a fallen redwood and the speckling of watercolor ash that clung from sitting too near to a firepit. You just wanted to know what it felt like! What it… felt like… To get his affection if even it were nothing more than a farce, a means of convincing for him.

The bitter notion that you deserved none of that floated through your conscious mind as you went in again to press another kiss in, but to your surprise Koba pulled his head away and you were left nearly tonguing the air. Reality swept into you as you tugged away from Koba’s face, your ample stare looking straight into his one good eye, glassed and ready to sneer at your jugular, your imagination picking up the tiniest bit of hinted endearment in the eye that was no longer able to see the world. 

“I’m sorry---” You were tearing yourself away from him, staggering nearly to your feet and looking around with a frantic pace to find your underwear and pants, somewhere there, lost and discarded without a care. “I’m so-sorry, I’m---” Nothing was said from the Bonobo, he didn't even bother looking in your general direction as you flew into your clothing, coming to a slow pace when you needed to button them, your fingertips sweaty. “I’m--- Going to leave now, you--- Please don’t… hurt me… I don’t--- Know why I did that. You- you should yell at me, I-I would feel so much more comfortable if you did.” Bargaining was obviously not your strong suit as you grasped your jacket shakily, giving him one more glance at the state you had left him in. Koba would come to his senses, post bliss. Koba would come to seek revenge, as was often the case and you were going to need to keep a set of eyes on the back of your head. Koba would… Your lips drew themselves in as you lapped up the small bit of taste that you had gotten from him. Koba would continue hating you even though the actions you had just posed to him threw the entire premise of the arrangement. “A-Are you not going to---”

“Get out.”

Your mouth popped open at how softly that was spoken, mind reeling from the lack of reverb against your ear drums. “Koba--”

“Get OUT!”

That was more like it, the lick of fear ricocheting against your spine and without another word, you were flashing yourself out the entryway, sliding your body weight against the slick nature of the rock below and tried to catapult yourself to the safety of your small hut for the night to rest with one eye open. Koba watched you innately, intensely and scrutinized every motion down to the way your toes moved as you had tried to stumble into your boots amidst the murmured apology; the skin on his face that you violated scorned heat.

Reddened just like his temperament towards you. Confusing��� Just like that notched pull Koba had in the back of his mind that wanted it to happen again so he could actually find some justification for not… Enjoying it.

[trashmouth-richie]

Eddie x Fem! Reader

master list

w/c: 7k

A/N: this chapter is a little bit shorter than the last few but I hope you enjoy it regardless! huge s/o to @blueywrites + @jo-harrington for beta reading and helping me with parts ♥️

tw: 18+ no minors, depression, acts of depression, drinking excessively etc

Granules of brown sugar melt against heaping creamed rolled oats, nestled into the crisp white second hand vitrelle made Corelle brand bowls. The pattern of dainty brown flowers skim around the outer surface, one that Eddie is now rubbing softly with the pad of his thumb. 

He had never noticed them before this very moment. The guitar string callouses skid along the cool surface of the bowl. The familiar feel reminded him of the soft skin on your back as he held you while you slept, strumming along your body to the tired tunes of your breathing.

A song he’d listen to forever if he could. 

Eddie found himself noticing many new things he hadn't noticed before in the early daylight hours of the morning. He didn’t want to stir you, didn’t want to disrupt the beautiful sleepy angel next to him. Wrapping you tighter against him, pressing light kisses to your hairline, he soaked up the warmth of your skin against him. Drinking in your smooth breathing and matching it to his own. 

Fluttering heart beating wildly in his own chest, he can’t believe you are here with him. Last night felt too good to be true. All these months of lonely pining, unsure if you felt the same, only for it to be true that you wanted him as much as he had wanted you.

He was elated, heart overflowing and spewing candy hearts from his eyes and mouth at the weight of your body tucked into him, fitting like a glove against the bend in his arm. 

He was head over heels for you. 

A wave of assurance washed over him when he woke this morning and found you curled in on yourself, the cotton sheets wrapped tight up under your chin, slack lips open and your eyelashes laid sweetly against your cheeks. A breath of relief leaves his muscles— you’re still here. 

The rise and fall of your naked form when he pulled ypu into his side had him breathless upon first opening his eyes this morning. The sunlight basking through peaks in his bedroom curtains and providing enough light for the dust mites to dance their daylight waltz amongst the stuffy air and crowded surfaces in Eddie’s room. 

Cotton sheets dipped into your curves. The smooth skin of your cheek pressed into his own chest. The steady whirring noise of your breathing in and out of your nose with your lips closed delicately.  

Beautiful. Radiant. A thousand other adjectives he could use to describe you but there was only one he wanted to call you: his. 

The toaster erupts with a metallic clunk, bringing him back from his day dreaming and focusing again at the task at hand. 

Grabbing a knife from the silverware drawer, he smears cold butter against the warm toast, the knife scraping gently as the warm crusted pockets flood with butter and sweet grape jelly.

He finds himself daydreaming again. He pictures the corner of your lips coated in jelly, he’d reach forward and brush his finger against it, maybe his lips would kiss the crumbs away. You’d giggle at his stupidity and he’d melt like the butter into this toast at your warm smile. 

You were perfect. Everything he had wanted and more. And years of being friends, then enemies, then roommates and now lovers. He was giddy, stomach filled with snowflake flurries resembling a winter storm. 

He balanced the bowls of oatmeal in large hands, the toast cut in diagonals and stuffed like rabbit ears into the cooked oats. A pep in his step, he practically floated to his room, back to you, snug in his sheets, his pillows. He’s carried by the wings of the butterflies in his stomach. 

A tickle on your cheek has your eyelids fluttering slow, the cool feel of unfamiliar sheets twisted by your chin have you jumping in your skin, but the warm velvet voice in your ear whispering good morning greetings and a peck against your ear tames your heart and softens the goosebumps on your skin. 

The same calloused palms that held you in a protective manner last night now gently stroke the underside of your chin in a lazy pattern. Up the rounds of your cheeks, and circling the plump of your lips. Eddie’s hands are unusually warm against your skin, the heat from the bowls hot on his palms.

The mattress bends beneath his weight as he sits with one leg on the bed and leans on a hip over you. The bourbon colored ends of his curls sweep feather-like against your bare chest, like the white tufty pappus of a dandelion head.

You titter softly when his lips slide down your neck and blow a softened raspberry against your skin. 

“Good morning, baby,” he sighs beneath your ear. The pearls of his teeth graze your neck because he can’t stop smiling. The silk of your hands wrap around his arms, fingers gliding over the carve of his muscles. And your eyes finally flutter open. 

A halo of sunlight breaches his frizzy curls and pull every bit of amber from them, his smile cozy and familiar the warmth seeping through you as his blackened honey eyes drink you in.  

His eyes trail your sleepy features, caressing your skin with each slow drag across your face. Taking in every inch of you he can. 

“Sleep okay?” he purrs gently, planting a rose petal kiss on your lips. 

Last night was perfect, everything you had hoped for and more. 

You didn’t know sex could be so intimate, so passionate.  Feeling how much he cared about you with every kiss, every touch of his molten fingers on your skin. He gave you the love and adoration you had yearned for. And it felt good. 

So, so good. 

Something that delicious should be enjoyed again and again. An indulgence, a finger swiping into the edge of a frosted cake for temptation deemed too strong. But unlike the taste of frosting melting away on your tongue, craving more and wanting another taste, you couldn’t. 

Peering into his eyes, you can see how much he loved you. But the feeling sat sour on your tongue, and burned your belly in a lonely way.

But why? 

You could push through this right?

Didn’t you want this?

Want him?

Heart hammering for Eddie, all green flags and sticky love, kicking feet and giddy heated cheeks, but your brain was screaming another sound, ringing bells of unworthiness loud in your ears. 

You don’t deserve him. 

His love won’t last. 

A quick smile that doesn’t reach your eyes implants on your lips. Insecurity is evident among them when the twinkle of love is replaced by dark brooding agony. And if Eddie sees it he is blinded to it. So wrapped up in bubbly love for you he thought you hung the stars. 

The way his brown eyes are gazing at you hurts your heart. Before hot tears can fall down your cheeks you blink rapidly. Wells of salt stinging in your eyes as you swallow them down. 

Answering his question in a hushed almost whisper, you push yourself up on his mattress, clutching the sheet around your chest, suddenly aware of how naked you are. Bare beneath the sheets a once welcomed coziness now feels like shards of glass embedded into your skin. 

Your knees tuck up beneath your chest, in a small attempt to shield yourself more from the man you wanted to love but couldn’t. 

Eddie is all adoring dimples and pinked cheeks. His voice is laced with flowing sweet words of pleasantries. He places a pillow behind your back, so you can be comfy,. 

The act cracking your heart deeper waiting to be split like the thin shell on a peanut m&m. 

“I didn’t ask, but do you like oatmeal?” 

You’ve never known a single smile burrowing into your soul deeper than his does. But it aches and burns. Nose tingling bringing up another wave of tears, you simply nod, you wipe your eyes hastily with the back of your hand as Eddie turns and grabs the bowls. Oblivious to your turmoil. 

He brings the warm bowl of oatmeal to the bed and places it in your hands. Jelly having slid down the toast and snuggling with the brown sugar and oatmeal. Joining you on the bed Eddie sits beside you, his long legs stretched out in front of him as you sit shoulder to shoulder.   

You don’t deserve him. 

His love won’t last. 

Lead filled arms hold the metal spoon to your lips, a warmth in your mouth that has no taste. For you are not hungry. The beast inside spreading its ferocious wings and sucking any amount of joy from you. 

But he said he loved me. 

He doesn’t. Don’t fool yourself. 

Staring ahead you are trapped in your mind. A hostage to your demons. The sunshine of happiness is replaced with heavy thunderstorm clouds of acidic rain, eating away your insides like maggots on a carcass. 

Eddie is talking between mouthfuls of his breakfast but you don’t hear him. The words unable to make sense against your ears as you stir your spoon around and around the bowl. A hypnotizing motion. 

Unaware of the state you are in, Eddie is floating high on cloud nine. A pinky cheeked cherub shooting arrows of lust below him. He’s giddy and cheerful, a light of beckoning hope next to your brooding steel trapped mind. 

He’s too good for you. 

The voices shout louder in your ears and you fight tears away. 

Just another notch on his belt, silly Tooty. 

Run, before he does. 

“Sweetheart?” your breathing is erratic and complacent. Sweat is trickling down your hairline. Wet beads in the space behind your ears and forming on your upper lip.

Run. 

Choking down the bile of panic cradled in your throat, you croak a smile. “Sorry, what?” 

-

The rest of breakfast is void of noise besides the ominous clinking of spoons against bowls and the gulping slide of oatmeal down Eddie’s throat. Chewing your toast to humor him you still taste nothing, barely registering your teeth are grinding together against themselves until Eddie asks if you’re alright. 

Fine, you lie, easy on your tongue, the forced smile is harder, painful. Settling an unease in your bones that creaks and groans like a worn porch door batting against the frame in a windstorm. 

Pulling hard to untuck the sheet from the one corner of Eddie’s bed that didn’t manage to come undone during the passion of last night, you wrap it around you fully, and scoot down the length of his mattress. The walk of shame gown held tight in your grip. Doubling as a shield of comfort around you, a flannel sheet of armor. 

Not announcing where you are going in fear of breaking, you scamper from the room, quick feet on the carpet and shivering in the cool air on your shoulders. Eddie’s hot desperate eyes burrowing into your back as you lock the bathroom door. 

He’s everywhere in this house, and your mind is suffocating. Lungs punched of any oxygen as you struggle to stand using the knob as a crutch. 

What makes you think you’re deserving of his kindness?

The daunting demonic voice laughs mercilessly in your head, bouncing off the pinked brain matter and echoing lol against the hollow marble of your skull, scribbling along it in permanent marker. 

Unworthy 

Undeserving

Hot tears stream down your cheeks and you shed the cloak of flannel armor, reaching for the silver knob of the shower and turning it to the hottest temperature the small water heater will allow. 

The stream of the scalding water sears your back like steak in a skillet, you welcome the burn with open arms. 

Thinking of Eddie’s doting and how sweet he was to you made your stomach splinter. All he was doing was exactly what you had hoped for, wished for, stayed up long nights aching for. 

But it wasn’t simple. 

You were terrified. Scared shitless of his love for you. But you knew Eddie and you knew he loved big, and cared in ways that most people couldn't fathom. 

Hot water rolls down the front of your shoulders and flows over your softened nipples, mixed with salty tears. 

The tears only stop when there’s a soft knuckled bang on the door. 

His endearing voice is small against the closed door, “hey babe?” 

You don’t answer. Unable to free your mind from the double hell of feeling inadequate and petrifying anxiety of being loved by someone you can’t love back. 

But you do love him. 

You always have in one way or another.. even when you shouldn’t have. You did. 

But the overwhelming feeling of his affection is too much, you don’t know how to feel, or act. Not as if Chad ever made you feel loved. Somehow the feeling of being loved is almost the same crushing feeling of being choked out. 

Because you’re not good enough. 

You don’t deserve him. 

The bathroom door opens and Eddie’s calm voice breaks through the void. Makes its way through the silent sobs that are causing your body to shake violently. 

His shadow is blurred against the shower curtain. Coy hands peel the cream plastic and blue fabric away slightly, opening the threshold to the shower and the steam rolling out, thick in his vision. 

“Tooty?” 

Back to first names. 

Back to the basics. 

Eddie wasn’t an idiot. He knew something was wrong. And he had spent the last ten minutes walking back and forth along the carpet, wracking his brain. Pulling his hair in frustration when tears stung his eyes and collected like puddles in his lashes.  

Trying to figure out the solution to a problem he didn’t have the equation for. 

No one did. 

This was a fight within yourself, solving for x when Eddie barely passed basic algebra. Nobody could fix this.

Broken goods, sold at a discount and marked down. 

Trash. 

When you don’t answer he says your name a smidge louder. Reaching his fingers out to touch your shoulder and almost breaking on the spot when you coil away from him. 

His touch once so protective and undeniably reassuring in your blood now threatens to make you react with bared teeth and steel eyes. 

But you refrain, pushing yourself further away from him. Deeper into your sorrows of a life of despair, a valley of dread. 

Relentless, Eddie won’t give up easy. His voice is meek and breaking with each cold shoulder of avoidance you offer. 

You’re nothing. 

“Baby,” he pleads, a tear running down his cheek, collecting in the column of his throat. “Talk to me.” 

His cheeks return to normal color, his eyes don’t dance with twinkles, the corners of his mouth turn flat. He's beside himself. 

The voices deepens now, roaring loudly like a river. A familiar tone. One that has terrified you for almost a decade, Chad. 

You think someone could love you like me? Better than me? 

Take it, fucking whore. 

Yeah, cry for me. 

“No.” 

Eddie’s brows turn inward. Concern painting his face. “Tooty?” 

Who would want you? 

You’re nothing. 

A hand on your shoulder makes your spine twinge with icy cold resentment causing you to flinch unexpectedly, shivering away from him. A wounded animal, protecting yourself. 

“I said, no!” 

When you turn to face him you are met with wet eyes, and the saddest expression you’d ever had the displeasure of seeing. 

One that would bury itself in your mind and haunt you at night. More horrifying than a scary movie because it was real, right before your eyes. 

Eddie doesn’t give you time to think before he twists his mouth into a question, “what’s going on? What did I do?” 

This is not a conversation you want to have. You can’t. 

Plain and simple. 

“Leave me alone,” you beg, salt in the skinned wound. You turn the water off and shove past him, your warm wet skin sliding against his dry bare chest. 

Unlovable 

Undeserving Tooty. 

The terry fibers of your robe cocoon you in a hug. And you’re reminded of the memories this fabric holds. The first night Eddie had moved in, and him wearing it with pride. 

The night he defended you against the twins, when you were piss drink and he wrapped you up tightly to cover you up. 

He was a good man. 

And you were a bitch. 

An unlovable shrewd, forcing someone to open up and then cutting them off because you couldn’t handle the thought of someone loving you when you couldn’t love yourself. 

You deserved what Chad did to you. 

Eddie is talking a million miles an hour trying to explain himself as you leave him in the bathroom. His throat aches from swallowing back tears and his heart is breaking. 

Turning in a swift jerk of your head you face him when he begs you to look at him. 

“Please, goddamnit please just talk to me. Help me understand what I did wrong!” 

“There’s nothing to understand Eddie! We fucked! So what? No big deal.” It was the biggest lie you’d told yourself. It was a big deal. It meant everything to you, but you couldn’t do this. 

He’s stunned, mouth hung open and his pink bottom lip starts to quiver. The same lips that kissed you so delicately and made you cum so hard it was like the Fourth of July behind your eyelids. 

Not having any of it, his sadness turns to anger on the drop of a dime, his shaky lip flipped to a snarl, “Don’t you dare do this, don’t you dare turn this around as just some one night stand bullshit.” His eyes search your face for any tell on a sick joke. But he knows you better than that.  

He can’t contain the fueling rage inside of him and he almost shouts in your face. “I know what it meant to you!”

“Really?” you voice in a shaky tone, crossing your arms across your chest in a manner that suggests you couldn’t give a single fuck about his feelings, but barely below the surface you were screaming for help. “If you got all the answers then enlighten me.” 

His voice is softer, gentler. He timidly reaches out to hold your clothed shoulders, the tips of his fingertips grip them softly, thumbs rubbing small circles. Hoping his touch could bring you back to him, bring back the angel from his dreams and coax you out from this hellish nightmare he had fallen into. 

 “Don’t act like this baby, please.” 

Your head hangs in defeat and you’re ready to give up. A sigh escapes you and he lifts your chin with a ringed finger. He licks his lips and he says the three words you couldn’t hear. 

The three small words that confirmed the anxiety in your chest and made your heart crumble. And it kills you. 

It kills you to hear the words come from the man you’ve been yearning for.

It kills you to know you won’t ever be able to say them back to him. Even though you’re dying to.

And it kills you to know you don’t deserve to hear those words from him. 

His fingers feel like talons against your shoulders and you're caught in his grasp. A hawk swooping to catch a field mouse. You can practically feel the blood pouring from your skin by his nails through the robe. The sharpness squeezing your lungs and attacking your mind. 

And like a bullet from a gun, you fire back. With hateful words and a dead tone, fire lit behind your pupils and your caged self inside of them begging to be let out. Begging to be let free and loved by Eddie. Slapping his hands away from you, you pull away from him, your back hitting the wall with a thud, the same wall you leaned on last night when he kissed you for the first time. 

The word is final. And so full of venom it feels like poison on your lips. 

“Don’t.” 

Wounded like an animal he defends himself. His slapped hands are red and stinging as he hangs them limply at his side. He shakes his head and his lips glow with how hard he’s pressing them together. 

“Tell me I don’t mean anything to you,” he yells, hurt and unable to contain his building desperate pleas to win you back, “Go ahead! Use your words Tooty. Tell me last night meant nothing to you.”  

He’s a fiend for your poisoned drug and you are his dealer, giving him what he wants, directly to his vein of choice. The veil of hatred falling in your vision and coating your stone still features. A single tear welled into your eyes. Falling the exact time you tell him words you knew weren’t at all true. 

“It meant nothing to me.” 

He chuckles in a hurt tone trying desperately to hide his own tears, a sick smirk of dismay is displayed on his quivering lips. And he’s fighting like hell to stay standing on two feet. 

“So now what? Huh?” His voice breaks and he clears his throat, hands on his hips and looking towards the popcorn ceiling, desperately blinking tears back, and once they’re hiding again he nods his head forward, one last attempt to have you break with him. To admit you were lying to yourself. 

Crossing his arms he’s trying not to shake with fury and grief. Through gritted teeth he misters up enough courage to ask you something he doesn’t wanna hear the answer to.

“Tell me what you want since you’re so big and brave. Don’t be a coward now sweetheart, tell me what you want.” 

You almost vomit on the spot. But choke it down long enough to spill the last lie from your pretty lips.

The nail in the coffin. The big finale. 

“I want… you to leave.” 

—

JANUARY 

It took three hours and all the boys from Corroded Coffin to help Eddie move his things out. He took a few days off from work to get his affairs in order. Filling out the proper paperwork to change his address back to the light blue trailer in Forest Hills for the time being. 

You weren’t home when it happened. He had made sure of it. 

When you closed your eyes at night you could still hear slam of metal connecting to metal when he slammed his van door and the crunch of ice and snow beneath his van tires as he sped away. 

You didn’t cry anymore when Metallica played on the radio. And nobody but you knew that every glass you had owned had been shattered against the front door when you came home to his empty room. 

A reality that had your eyes swollen for days. 

It took you two weeks to see the envelope on the table. A scrawl of shitty handwriting with your name on it. 

Tucked inside the pristine white envelope was more than twenty $100 bills, fresh from the bank. And a small note: 

“If you need more let me know, 

take care of yourself - Eddie 

That night you wept. Clutching onto the handmade shirt Eddie had given you, the night before the concert. The only thing remnant of him living in the house. Not counting the newer jar of pickles in the fridge, like the last— the lid was missing. 

Hot tears slid out of your eyes faster than a tub draining. A call to Robin is broken with blubbering hysterics and honking noises of your nose being blown into a wadded Kleenex, and in ten minutes time—she manages to drop everything to come and look after you. 

Countless hours slip by of her rubbing your back and even crying along with you, she swore Eddie and you were meant to be. Her words were blankets of comfort on you as she tried her best not to bring him up. 

She had promised both Steve and Eddie to not tell you where he was staying, for your own good. 

And like the kind hearted friend she was, Robin stayed for a few days. Taking off work and cooking meals for you even though you refused to eat. 

On the third day of not eating and refusing to leave your bed, she put a call in to Steve. He was hands on his hips disappointed in you. Lecturing you about how your actions hurt people and how you couldn’t be a brat forever. He threatened to dial the Wheeler’s to have Karen step in. 

But you wouldn’t budge. 

When Nancy had shown up on a Wednesday morning, she immediately went to work. Making a schedule for you to follow, and taking absolutely no bullshit when you told her you were a grown woman and could deal with things on your own. 

When she blacked out Eddie’s name from the calendar, silent tears fell down your cheeks. 

Seeing his name brought you both solace and pain. A reminder that you had done this yourself. That he wasn’t coming back. And it was because of you.

You moved with the motions of each day.

Shower 

Brushing your teeth 

Eating breakfast 

Getting ready for work 

Going to work 

Eating lunch 

Working

Driving home 

Eating supper 

Brush teeth 

Bedtime 

You sat in silence when you weren’t at work. Finding little to no enjoyment in anything anymore. Avoiding everyone’s calls. Staring at the 4 walls in your bedroom like a prison cell. Eddie’s stupid jar of pickles tucked snuggly between your crossed legs, your supper for weeks now. 

The only thing on your mind was him. He stuck with you in everything you did. He was everywhere. You even started drinking orange juice from the jug just like he did.

His laugh. The small giggly one he’d had since boyhood and the deep belly laugh he’d generate when you would roll your eyes at him, all of his teeth showing. 

His smile seemed to stretch across the Milky Way. Wide and pearly, ear to ear. His cheeks prickled with deep dimples. Somehow getting cuter with age. 

The darkest eyes full of mischief and wonderment. You could get lost in the Wonka chocolate river pooling in his eyes. Changing with his emotions like a mood ring, they gave him away.  

—

Corroded Coffin hadn’t played a gig since A Merry Corroded Christmas. Hard to play a show when the lead singer couldn’t pull it together during practices or remember to show up to them. 

Steve had stayed up with Eddie the first few nights, talking him off the edge of a violent end he didn’t see a way out of. 

He wouldn’t allow himself to forget that night. The passion was cosmic. And he knew you felt it too. Whether or not you would admit you were lying to yourself didn’t interest him. 

He was used to rejection. 

Used to feeling like he was nothing. 

What was breaking him was the ghost of you in his arms. Your sleeping body haunted his dreams, made the demons escape from hell and flood his vision. 

When he woke and you weren’t there the pain surfaced tenfold. And no amount of whiskey or Rick’s finest trees would fix it. 

The cycle never ending

He cared about you more than he cared about himself. 

The day you asked him to leave was a blur. He woke up at Gareth’s apartment a day later, no recollection of how he had gotten there. 

Your words etched into his skin like a tattoo. 

I want you to leave.

FEBRUARY

Still Loving You by Scorpions is playing on repeat between Nothing Else Matters by Metallica again in the guest house behind the lavish empty pool of Steve Harrington’s new home on Cornwalis St. 

Thirty some odd days had passed and Eddie Munson was nowhere near the man he used to be. 

Where his skin was once smooth shaven was now replaced by a prickly sparse beard. His once sparkling chocolate eyes were now dull and almost ashen. Dark circles rim his eyes from lack of sleep and poor nutrition, a diet of Marlboros, whiskey and pretzels giving him enough energy to work and come back to the same space he had called home for a few months. 

Throwing himself into working long hours at Boom’s he slept very little at night. When he did close his eyes he’d be jarred awake by a nightmare, one he hasn’t had since he was a kid. And he’d lay awake for hours replaying the same day over and over again in his mind. 

Each time ending the same way.

Shreds of notebook papers cluttered the floor, each littered with blue and black ink, all different but entirely the same subject: you.

Poems, songs, haikus and even a poorly written sonnet he had attempted while drunk at 2 AM sitting in a lounge chair he had drug out from the pool shed to sit along the edge of the frozen pool cover. 

His hair hadn’t been brushed in weeks. Leighanne offered to help comb out the tangles and mats but the burden was too much for him to handle. He denied her kindness, brushing it off with mumbled ‘m fine ’s and don’t worry ‘bout me ’s.

But in reality the thought of another woman’s hands in his hair only made the tears fall harder. 

When Eddie first moved in, Steve and Robin were still in the apartment, and Eddie’s things were moved to a storage unit across town. 

When the lease was up at the end of January, Robin moved into Vicky’s apartment over Surfer Boy Pizza and Steve purchased a house, along with an expensive diamond ring he would be anticipating on giving to an eager Leighanne, holding off until her birthday for the right time to pop the question. 

The Harrington/Buckley apartment was then subleased to Eddie. A sublease that didn’t last more than a week before he was booted out by the landlord for destruction of property when he accidentally started a fire in the kitchen. 

He was only trying to replicate your lasagna. 

Steve graciously invited Eddie to move in. and Eddie kept to himself for the most part. And on nights when sad music was blaring from the small guest house, Steve knew better than to ask if his friend wanted to play cards or kick back with a few beers. 

-T-

January came and went and close to the end of February  Josie told you she was cutting everyone’s hours, the salon would no longer be open on the weekends. The envelope Eddie had left for you was thrown into your night stand and you refused to use any of it. 

No one in town was hiring for another hairdresser so you opted to driving fifteen miles out of town to find another job. 

The job you had gotten was bartending at a rundown shithole bar worse than the Hideout. But the tips were good and your boss was sweet. A pot belly old farmer who only played country classics and served warm beer and peanuts, the shells making curved mountains on the filthy splintered wood floor.

It was refreshing to get out of Hawkins, but most importantly, it was the best chance you had at not running into someone who looked like him. 

Your body started to ache at all times, tender in places that never hurt before. Exhaustion thick on your features 

Months had passed and you hadn’t seen your friends. Nancy would call every now and then and check in. Jonathan and her were seeing a couples therapist for intimacy issues. She said Mike was hinting at proposing soon to El. 

Eddie’s shadow lingered on your skin and you swore you could feel his breath in your ear. Whispering how he loved you.

Some days were better than others, but most days you would get so worked up you would vomit from the pain. Betrayal splayed in your guts. Your mind was working against you.

His teary eyes and hurt expression were all you saw when you closed your eyes. And every night you cried yourself to sleep, cocooned into a pile of too many blankets, dreaming that Eddie was holding you tight against his chest, never leaving…never letting you go. 

MARCH

Eddie worked more than twelve hours a day, acting as two full time mechanics with how hard he was throwing himself into projects. Boom, although grateful for Eddie’s help and go-getter attitude, worried about him. Especially when he noticed the other two knot head mechanics he couldn’t afford to fire, helping themselves into his office flipping through personnel files. 

“Sean told me he makes more money than me! I was just checking to see how much more you think he’s worth! 

Aaron chuckled when Boom tossed him out of the office by his collar. 

A secret motive snug on his Copenhagen smile. The Information he was seeking: found and a reward would be granted for his loyalty to a long time friend.

…

“… alright fine, I guess pineapple is pretty good on pizza.”

“Told ya, Harrington, ” licking his lips, Eddie reached into the cardboard box and grabs another slice, the melting cheese stretching for what seemed like miles,  “I know good pizza.” 

Steve rolls his eyes, taking it easy on his friend who finally is looking like his normal self again after two months of becoming almost unrecognizable. 

The sad music didn’t play anymore. And his fingers didn’t bleed from writing songs about you. 

He was accepting what happened. Still sad, a little depressed but moving forward with his life. 

The date was approaching, Steve knew it and so did Eddie, neither wanted to talk about what he was going to do yet but Steve held his tongue for far too long. 

“so.. that Metallica concert is coming up… you still g—”

Before Steve could finish muttering, Eddie was already finishing his sentence, chewing along with his explanation. His fingers twirl the rings on his other hand. A nervous fit settling in his stomach.

“—already sold ‘em. Gonna drop the money I got for them in her mailbox tonight.” 

Steve shifts uncomfortably in his chair, threading fingers through his coiffed hair. “So that’s it huh?” 

“So what’s it?” Eddie questioned, nonchalantly standing suddenly from the table with a scratch of the chair's legs  against the tiled floor. Throwing his paper plate and napkin away, he stops at the trash can. Doubling back he almost cracks under the scrutiny of Steve’s eyes. 

“Steve, she doesn’t wanna be with me, we’ve been over this. I fucked up, came on too strong.” 

“I’m sorry man,” Steve apologizes, a drag of his large hands down his face. “I really thought she felt the same way—,” he huffs out a breath, “fuck, we all did!”

A shake of Eddie’s curls silences Steve’s words, the whirring noise in his ears, “I’m fine man, really. I’m gonna keep doing what we said we would all those years ago.” 

Walking towards the front door and stomping louder than he should have, Eddie thrusts his arms into his leather jacket, the silk inside cozy along his faded cotton shirt. 

His keys are hanging on the little hook by the door, Steve’s decorator thinking of every detail, he lets the brass teeth dig into his palm. 

“Even if she hates me Steve,” one hand on the silver doorknob, rings clicking against it in his tight grip, he turns his head and looks into pitiful moss colored eyes, as he delivers the only truth he’s ever known, “I still love her.”

Slamming home the driver’s door to the van and turning his key into the ignition, Skid Row’s I Remember You plays gently through the speakers. Eddie hums along and pats his thumbs against the steering wheel. 

It was true he was doing better.

His hair was combed through after using copious amounts of the cheapest conditioner Melvald’s had to offer. And he didn’t need the whiskey anymore to make it through the day. 

He yearned to see your face. 

Even if it was a glare his way or a raised eyebrow at something stupid he had to say, he’d do just about anything to see it. 

Would you be smiling? 

Were you happy without him? 

He hoped you were doing well, and maybe would want to be friends again. 

Turning onto Cherry Lane is pure nostalgia. It had only been a few months but everything looked the same. He felt different and maybe expected everything else to change along with him. 

And there it was. Your house. 

The house he had lived in, learned life skills he should have learned years ago, and most importantly shared the deepest love he’d ever felt with someone in his life.  

The windows were dark, except for a small light in the kitchen, a candle he assumed. The smell of vanilla warmed his nose as he thought of the familiar scent you had kept burning.

The driveway held your car and another he didn’t recognize. By first glance he thought maybe it could be Nancy. But she had just brought her old station wagon into Boom’s last week for a tire rotation. 

The license plates on the fancy BMW were not from Hawkins, housing the wrong number for the county on the Indiana plates. 

His ears heated with jealousy. Throat closing tight trying to hide a choked sob. 

How could you have moved on from him so quickly? The thought of you hooking up with someone while he was practically a dead man walking made him weak in the knees.

A punch to the gut. He had never felt so low in all of his life.

He couldn’t help himself when he jumped out of the van. Foregoing slamming the door. Stomping on cold concrete with shaky legs all the way to the front door. He fumed as he blinked back tears. 

He was prepared to make an ass out of himself. He’d announce himself the same way he had when he opened the door the day he has moved in all those months ago. 

A loud boisterous, HONEY, I’M HOME 

With knuckles raised and his heart hammering in his chest like a bee trapped in a tin can, he was ready to knock. 

Ready to see your shocked face with some faceless guy probably with a better job and stupid suits when Eddie’s wild hair and goofy grin was on the other side of the door. 

But he is stopped short when a muffled shrill scream vibrates off the walls and finds his ears.

see you in volume 12

🐑 (sacrificial for readmore)

[simtanico]

Ellie Williams (inspired by The Last of Us) for The Sims 3

Teen | Brave, Loner, Artistic, Animal Lover

Behold: my pride and joy. You could say that this character is the reason I started creating CC in earnest. Now it's been almost 10 years since I first saved a version of her in CAS and here she finally is! A whole depressing heart-wrenching sequel to her story and a live action adaptation has come out since then!

So maybe this is the opportunity to give her the fun-filled tragedy-less life she deserves?????? Perhaps???????

If you're up for it, Ellie comes with brand new CC including her hair, Fall Hoodie, Summer Top and an edit of the Diesel High Kee jeans I recently released and a soft-launched slider that is soooooooo niche that I don't think merits its own post. You can find it at my sliders page and in the download. :)

And her being a sim of mine, she has a LOT of CC requirements and uses a ton of sliders. You've been warned!!!

The rest of the details below!

The List (and credits):

Skin: @kurasoberina Primer Skin HD+ (Default) with @chinsims Extra Tones [She will probably do well with another skin, as most of her features are slider and makeup reliant.]

Eyebrows: @simmillercc Low Full Tweezed brows from the EA Female Eyebrow Overhaul (Non-Default) collection (MTS archive.org link, current Patreon link does not have the non-default version of the eyebrows, afaik)

Face Details: Gosik Subtle Freckles v2 // v3 // v5 | @pralinesims Delicate Freckles for the Nose // Delicate Freckles for the Cheek

Makeup:

NOTE: ALL MAKEUP THAT WASN'T ORIGINALLY ENABLED FOR TEENS WAS MADE SO. This tutorial covers how to do that with s3pe.

Eyeshadow: 1. Base Game Eyeshadow (w/ lavsm's default replacement alpha fixes) 2. mochi029 inner eyelid make06 [reuploaded by @hyperkaos] 3. @sk-sims Natural Eyebag 4. Ephemera E121228eyeshadow [hosted by me here]

Eyeliner: 1. @sclub-privee Eyelash 3NA 2. Eyelid 2 by me [included in download] 3. Base Game Top Eyeliner

Blush: 1. @gramssims Contour 2 and Contour 5 [Link inactive. Click here for official archive link.] 2. mochi029 plainMakeSet A 3. Tifa Shading Line Blush // Nose Mask V2 [creator inactive, shared by @simdreams] 4. ModernLover Nosemask 5. @agnelid Bloodland Blush N1 Part 3

Lips: 11 IN3S Dry Lips [re-hosted by @villesims] | 2. Lip Definition III by me [included in download]

The Riding Pants in her athletic outfit (with the striped shirt) are by @sweetdevil-sims!

*** she does require a slider that I have not been able to find reuploaded anywhere, Ottershell's Chin Tallness. Link here. ***

For any other defaults and mods installed please visit my newly-updated resources page linked on my page!

Last thing: Feel free to change her up as you need. Simplify her slider usage, use her as a base, whatever. Just, please, do not claim you made her all on your own OR make money from reposting her or subsequent sims. I've spent years making her and worked very hard to compile all this. If you've made it this far, thank you!!!!!!!!!!

Download .sim and included CC (and leave a 💖): https://simfileshare.net/download/4512068/

Please tag me in any photos you might take!

She will also eventually be hosted on simblr.cc!

[moonstruckme]

Hello my love! I have a request for a quick little blurby with whoever you think it fits! Basically, the reader has an extensive skin care routine, but she’s sick so all she wants to do is lay bed, but the beautiful man is helping her do it because he knows how much it means to her! Am I projecting? Yes because I’m sick as a dog right now and I didn’t do my skin care routine at all but I just didn’t have the energy to 🥺💕

Hi honey! Hope you're feeling a bit better <3

This isn’t very relaxing lmao apologies, he’s doing his best. And maybe modern au? Because I didn’t feel like researching 80s skincare

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 814 words

“Shit,” Eddie hisses when you wince, pulling the washcloth away to kiss your eyelid. “Keep ‘em shut tight, baby, we don’t want this stuff getting in there.” 

“They are shut.” Your face pinches as he continues to scrub at your lashes with the washcloth. “I’m just not usually this rough with them, Eds. You’re going to tear out my eyelashes.” 

“Doing this?” He sounds dubious. “They can’t be very hardy, then.” 

“They’re not.” 

“Okay, okay.” He swipes the last of your mascara off a bit more delicately. “I can’t believe you went to work like this. I told you you were way too sick to go.” 

“I was fine this morning.” 

“You almost passed out pouring your cereal.” 

You open your eyes to stare him down, daring him with your whole face to push you. You’re way too exhausted for this. “I’m calling in tomorrow, okay?” 

“You bet you are, trouble.” 

You open your mouth to snipe at him, but Eddie swoops in for a kiss as he finishes with your makeup remover and you sink back into the mattress, nullified.

“What’s next?” he asks sweetly. “That watery shit?” 

“Toner, yeah. Thanks.” 

He makes a sound like you’re welcome, a bit of cheek to it. You decide it’s probably deserved, since you keep disparaging him while he’s doing you a favor. 

Eddie wets your washcloth with toner, passing it over your skin before reaching for your serum. You close your eyes as he brings the dropper just underneath them, like he’s seen you do a million times, and dribbles the glossy liquid onto your skin. He’s quick to chase it with his fingers, murmuring expletives under his breath as some of it drips onto your pillow before he can get it. You laugh, and he pinches your cheek meanly. 

“Stay still, or I’ll get it in your mouth.” 

You quickly smooth your face into expressionlessness, your poker face immaculate, and then Eddie laughs too. You open your eyes at the sound. 

Eddie’s eyes hover above yours, lashes kissing as he grins toothily. A few frizzy curls have escaped the ponytail he’s confined the rest in. They tickle your cheeks when he moves, using his finger to distribute some of the serum onto your chin. 

“You got it all over?” you ask him. Softly, like his proximity requires a hushed tone. 

Eddie's thumb digs into your chin fondly, his smile broadening. You can see his canines. “Yup. You’re all shined up, sweet thing. How long do you leave it for again?” 

“Until it dries.” 

“And how long’s that?” 

You shrug. “Ten, fifteen minutes. It doesn’t have to be all the way dry, just mostly.” 

He nods. You listen to the passing of cars outside, the beginnings of crickets as darkness falls. Eddie starts sweeping his thumb back and forth over your shoulder. 

“You look so fucking pretty,” he says quietly, “even though I know you’re the plague personified right now. How do you do that?” 

Try as you might to tamp it down, you can’t help the smile that spreads across your features. “Every night when you go to sleep,” you tell him, “I take a little bit of your hair and use it to brew a potion in the kitchen. I’m slowly stealing your beauty, bit by bit.” 

“Fucking knew it,” he growls, dipping his head to nip playfully at your neck. 

You yelp and set your hands on his shoulders, warning him breathlessly about getting his hair in your serum. 

“Fine,” he relents. “I know you’re full of shit anyway. You’ve been this killer since the day I met you.” He flashes a grin, canines and all. “And I only get more beautiful with time, so I know you’re not siphoning it off me. Nice try.” 

“You’ve got me there.” You smile back, but it’s a half-hearted effort. 

Eddie makes a low humming sound, thumb once again rubbing your shoulder. “You okay, baby? Your chest still hurting?” 

“No, it’s not as bad.” The words leave you in a thoughtless sigh, and Eddie frowns, bending over to press a chaste kiss to your sternum. The sweet gesture pushes up against the pressure already thick and uncomfortable in the back of your throat. “I’m just really tired,” you admit, and to your mortification the words come out with a teary edge. 

Eddie doesn’t seem to mind, only a flicker of concern passing over his face as his hand moves to cup the side of your head, stroking the baby hairs at your temple. 

“Hey, that’s okay. You can go to sleep, I’ll finish up here. S’just the moisturizer left, right?” You nod, swallowing, and he mirrors you. “I can handle that. Get some shut eye, sweet thing. I’ll take care of you.” 

You let your eyes close, the steady movement of Eddie’s thumb on your temple easing you towards slumber, because you know he will.

[sytoran]

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 (𝐖𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋) ⌇ wanda maximoff

summary: you used to think wanda maximoff was unreachable, but now she was truer than anything you had ever known.

☰ PAIRING: sub!wanda x dom!gn!reader

☰ TAGS: college!au, the morning after, shower sex, strap-on usage, body worship, soft sex, slow sex, slightly edging, romance, so much romance, you're so in love it's disgusting

☰ WARNING: men dni

this is part two of a two-part fic. here's part 1 | masterlist

your eyelids fluttered open to be greeted with the sight of wanda maximoff, in a lilac night robe, with her tongue lapping at your cunt like she was a woman starved.

mischievous viridescent eyes connected with yours, and you swallowed at the generous view of her cleavage. when she returned to delving her tongue into your sex, you let out a long, pleasured, sigh, leaning back into the soft silk of the pillows.

shit, you would grovel to wake up like this everyday.

and amidst the peaceful quiet was the delicate breaths wanda took in between your legs, the rustling of the sheets as she shifted in the blankets, and your light groans at her ministrations.

you wouldn’t - no, you couldn’t - believe that this was happening to you right now.

last night had already been seven minutes in heaven, except minutes digressed into hours and heaven was wanda maximoff.

you sank further into the softness of the bed, as wanda became bolder in her actions. the king sized bed was spacious, very spacious, spacious enough to carry out several escapades the previous night.

though you had known wanda maximoff was a notch above the rest, you hadn’t had an inkling she was this rich.

last night, she had basically shoved you into her car while trying to pull you closer simultaneously, then telling her chauffeur to take you back to her place, and that chauffeur had a fun time listening to a free porno while trying to follow traffic regulations.

before you could even take in the fact that she had her personal limousine and chaffeur, she brought you into a fucking palace-esque place, of which sinful yearnings consumed.

“shit,” you were hauled out of your reverie with a slightly harder lick from wanda, which sent a jolt up between your legs. the soft curse that had spilled from your lips, along with a slight jerk, had wanda laughing. the vibration set off even more fireworks of pleasure, and soon enough you were orgasming onto her face.

wanda ran a tongue over her lips as she sat up, trying to lick off all your juice, before you pulled her in, too aroused by that sight. you tried to kiss her before she lightly shoved your face away.

“morning breath,” she muttered with a smile, as you let a grumble.

“i’ll go and brush my teeth.” you said lazily, sliding out of bed. as the covers left your body, wanda ogled at the sight of your torso. you couldn’t help but feel your pride swell at the sensation of her eyes trailing all over you.

you gave her a pointed look, to which crimson dusted her cheeks. “then we can take a shower together,” you suggested helpfully, as her prior embarrassment became something less innocent.

“mhm, fuck,” wanda moaned breathily, as you massaged her back with soapy hands, the both of you submerged in the bathtub.

it had the fancy soap, the one that smelt like carnations and citrus, the one that had those bubbles you were coating wanda’s skin with.

you trailed your hands all over her, exploring every curve and edge with deft fingers. when it came to her legs, wanda leaned back and rested her head under your chin. the two of you fit, cheesily enough, like puzzle pieces.

"you know what i want, baby," wanda said softly and airily, trailing cold fingers over your jawline. you shivered at her touch, jaw flexing underneath her butterfly lingers.

in retaliation, you sunk your fingers into her plush thighs, spreading them apart slowly while keenly watching wanda's reaction. her eyelashes fluttered shut as she let out an exhale of satisfaction.

you smiled, almost, at how demanding she was yet so innocent. you pulled her taut against you, so she could feel the strap-on you were wearing. her gasp then low moan only fueled your boldness, rubbing it against her ass.

you had slipped it on while she was busy stripping off her bathrobe, and you only revealed it now. wanda tried to move her hips against it to gain more friction with a whine, but you stilled her hips with a firm grasp.

leaning right up to whisper in her ear with a low tone, you left a chaste kiss right below her ear. “let me take care of you.”

wanda groaned at the sensuality of it all. growing impatient, she yanked off your hands with a demandingness you thought was rather attractive. she pushed you down with a hand running down your bare torso, collecting the water droplets in the process.

wanda straddled your hips, stopping herself right before she sank down onto the strap. she was facing you now, and she looked at you through her wet eyelashes. wanda looked at the way your eyes darkened with a blinding state of arousal.

you felt the water drip off her red hair onto you, and was about to pull her into a kiss, when wanda sunk herself down in such a stunning manner you were rendered speechless.

you would’ve paid good money, to see it all again.

wanda maximoff, with damp red hair and biting into her lip, as she let the strap enter her awaiting pussy, throwing her head back at the sensation. “shit,” she breathed. “you feel so good.”

in a wondrous awe, you ran your hands all over her skin with unrestrained lust. you watched as the strap entered her inch by inch, disappearing into her pussy of which she clenched around with need.

you let her have what she wanted, riding your strap with an alluringness you couldn’t wrap your head around. she was letting the appendage slide in and out of her pussy, slowly spreading her open once again.

she was gripping your shoulder blades to hold herself steady, as she became more sloppy in each of her thrusts. you seized the opportunity to lean forward and press kisses on her bare neck.

she shuddered with each butterfly touch you let linger, licking and sucking at her collarbone. when she let out a particularly pornographic moan, you decided that her time for fun had run up.

you flipped the two of you over once again, pressing her against the cold marble of the rim of the bathtub. the water waded around the two of you, almost therapeutic in its lackadaisical movements.

“can i take care of you properly now, baby?” you asked again, slow enough to create tension thicker than wanda could handle. your forehead was pressed against hers, and she could feel your breath against her lips.

wanda looked at you for a moment more, before shifting her head in a small nod. at her consent, you gave her a quick peck, before leaning back to align your strap against her pussy.

when you started rocking into her, you took your time. normally, you would make it haste, with pants and sweat and screams. but with wanda, this time, you wanted to make it last.

you wanted to make it a frame of evanescence yet to flee, the hands on a clock stationary in this very moment.

you wanted it to be etched into your brain, like a tattoo of signage to your devotion towards wanda maximoff.

the whole process wasn’t painstakingly slow per se, but it was just right.

teetering on the edge of precipice, just to make wanda buck needily for that little bit more, but then denying her - not entirely with sadism, but with practiced patience - of that particular pleasure.

you were holding wanda's side, stilling her each time she tried to thrash. her supple ass moved in your fingers with each propulsion you did, and you felt a sound rumble deep in your throat in tandem with her.

wanda's slender fingers reached out to grasp at the rim of the bathtub, causing some water to overflow in the midst of doing so. she tilted her head back as you continued to pleasure her.

finding wanda's sweet spot was easy enough, considering the sheer amount of time you had spent exploring every crevice of her insides.

the redhead climaxed with a small jerk, something between a moan and a whine spilling from her lips, something you drank right up as you kissed her with fervour.

after that, you weren't too sure of how much time had passed with just wanda and you, in the bathtub, delicate and vulnerable.

sweet nothings and secret kisses were exchanged, with limbs tangled and tongues intertwined. you hoped that this would last forever.

the golden glow seeped through the window as time passed. it was reflecting off wanda’s eyelashes and the tip of her nose, then against her tongue when she licked her lips.

and from that very moment on, the lenses in which you viewed wanda held far more than just lust, a sentiment which she shared. there was a craving for affection and love, a craving yet to be quelled.

you used to think wanda maximoff was unreachable.

but now, she was truer than anything you had ever dared to know.

soft wanda and r 😭❤️

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[yes-divine-ruler]

Drabble: Bratting out w/ Kai Anderson in Public

CW: sub/dom relationship, oral (Kai receiving)

a/n: lil random thought from a brat herself 😈 inspo linked

You’re hanging out with friends who don’t know about the power dynamic in your relationship. They know Kai is power hungry and domineering, but they don’t know that plays out between you. He always talks about making the world a better place, and running for councilman, and who wouldn’t be lusting after absolute authority and seeking those simultaneously.

“Oh my god, the other day, Kai refused to catch the cockroach in the bathroom,” you laugh, your eyes glimmering with mischief, “it was so cute how scared he was.”

Kai lets out a forced cough, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His friends only laugh, shoving him playfully on the shoulder and teasing him about how much of a baby he was. The hand he had placed on your thigh grips tighter, and you knew that your plan was working.

“In my defence, it was huge,” Kai defends himself, but he only digs a deeper hole.

“Right,” you stir your drink with the straw, taking a small sip while you maintain eye contact with him, “I think you’re all just talk babe.”

Kai’s eyes narrow, and you can tell he’s becoming disconcerted because a very angry vein is becoming prominent in his forehead. He licks his teeth, and stands suddenly, pulling you up with him by the arm.

“We’ll be back,” Kai speaks between grit teeth, dragging you out of the bar and into an alleyway beside the building. You didn’t know if what you’d said would push his buttons, but you suppose you tried it because you knew it would threaten his masculinity.

“What the fuck was that about?” Kai pushes you against the cool brick, his hand coming up to wrap tightly around your throat. It was all fun and games, until it wasn’t, his pupils swallowing the dark irises in his eyes as he seethes at you.

“What did I do?” You choke out, innocently batting your eyelashes, the smile on your face not wavering even though he was slowly cutting off your oxygen supply. He wasn’t falling for your fake naivety, turning you around so now your chest was pressed against the wall.

He lifts up your dress, sucking in a breath when he saw you’d obliged and not worn panties out to dinner. He didn’t let it distract him, laying a harsh slap on your asscheek. It was followed by more, until your knees almost buckled from under you from the pain.

He’d turned you back around, his eyes raking over your tear-stained face and your swollen red lips. It was exactly what he wanted to see; remorse. He didn’t take another moment to force you down onto your knees, the pavement scratching your skin as he pulled his cock from his pants. He took fistfuls of your hair, that you’d done perfectly before leaving the house that night, and guided your mouth towards his throbbing erection.

“You open that fucking mouth for one reason only, and that’s to take this fucking dick,” Kai spat down at you, pushing and pulling your head back and forth along his length, making sure it was completely slick with your saliva. You were a choking, gagging mess, your eyelids heavy from tears as you tried to turn your head away. It was too much, but absolutely perfect all the same.

He grunted, burying his cock deep in your throat as he came, his cum sliding across your tongue and settling in the pit of your stomach.

“If you think this is all I have planned for you, you have another thing coming. Let’s go back inside before I’m tempted to take you straight home.”

You didn’t even have time to tidy yourself, your hair was a disheveled nest, the mascara you’d applied so delicately now in black smudges beneath your eyes, and you weren’t even sure if you’d had any lipstick left on your lips.

“What- where’d you go?” Kai’s friend looked up at you both as you approached the table, your fingers closely and firmly laced. You sat back down in your chair, not being able to bring yourself to make eye contact with anyone seated across from you.

“I had to discipline her because she clearly forgets her place sometimes.”

[str4ngr]

linen and plastic [ nagi seishiro ]

i love this lazy bastard

cw: none, fluff, establish relationship, gn! reader

Today was a lazy Sunday, one where the alarm was on the other side of the room, very offended as it slammed against the laundry bin. Nagi sat beside you, at his desk as he carefully took into consideration his gear as he prepared for another ranked match. Lazily, you threw your arm in his direction, knuckles knocking against his arm. 

“Huh?“ Nagi responds to your assault, staring at his screen, slowly turning his head after his body. “Oh, g’morning, baby,“ he grasps your hand, gently massaging your skin as he watched your exhausted eyes slowly awaken, staring up at him. Your mumbling voice warms his heart in a strange way, a bizarre sense of comfort that can’t properly be put into words. But who needs words when actions are his forte? His eyes linger on your eyelashes, the rheum sitting at the corners of your eyes, your plush fingers rubbing them away as you blinked. His hand slid down your arms, ignoring the spam requests, rather demanding, that he join the squad. His touch carefully waltzed down your arm, bringing goosebumps in their wake as his fingertips never rose from your skin, carefully trailing up to run through your hair. 

The pads of Nagi’s fingers were soft, unscarred by any sport that included his hands too much, and they were even softer as they tenderly messaged your scalp, enjoying the way your lips parted a bit, eyes fluttering as his soothing touch lulled you back to sleep. It was late, it was lazy, but it was Sunday, so why couldn't he let you sleep in? 

Nagi felt like he was witnessing a memory, one that would possible become one of the roots of his love. The soft, hazy sun warmed the room as it seeped through the linen curtains, strips of sunlight glowing upon your skin. The way your breath fanned across his wrists, slow and warm, the way your eyelids fought to keep your eyes open, even though they were considerably closed. Your eyes were hidden from the deep afternoon light, head weighing upon his hand as his fingers came to a halt, his chair rotating to pull closer to you. Albeit eyes closed, you still sleepily reached out for him, taking his hand as you placed your head on his knee. You mumbled incoherently, delicately pressing your lips to his warm skin, a faint groan escaped your lips as you whined about his leg hair. 

This would be quite the memory to behold. 

Nagi couldn't help it as a smile grew on his face. Gentle, balmy, peaceful, he felt as though he never wanted time to pass, not when you were with him. He wanted you to be with him forever, even with your grumbles about his leg hair, and when you wake up too late in the afternoon to go to the new breakfast place you two talk about. 

It was serendipity, the way you fell into his life. How you became the object of his affection, even if his blankness provided otherwise. But you were flippant of his personality, drawing out a foolish man who would do anything to appeal to you, making him into nothing more than a worshiper of your existence. 

Even in such minuscule moments, he valued you more than a diamond. Your grasp on him was lethal, he never you wanted to let go. You were something too rare to find again in the big sea of the world. 

With his hand gently petting your head, Nagi held you up as he slowly moved to crawl over you. At the point in which he was directly over you, he once again became mindless. His eyes met yours, yours filled with adorable lingering crystals of sleep, his hand lifting to rub them of your plush skin, 

“Hey,“ His voice sounds more like an echo than as if he was speaking directly to you. Nagi’s eyes glimmer with admiration, idleing on your plush lips, wet with saliva as you licked them to relieve them of morning dryness.

You murmur as a response, letting your eyes flutter open to admire the beauty of a boyfriend you had, perfectly lit by golden sunlight, reflecting in the perfect pools of grey that were his eyes. 

Neither of you were ever ones to speak out about your mutual infatuation with one another, rather it came non-verbally, like in moments like this. But there is always opportunity for change

“You’re so pretty.“ The words spilled from his lips, just barely loud enough to register in your sleepy mind. Though, it seemed these words worked better than the now out of commission alarm clock. Your eyes shot wide open staring into his, awe and luster glittering around your irises as the sentence reverberated within your skull. No movement was made, but every thought was written in your gaze, you lips parting as they fathomed the simplistic words [nothing more could be expected from a man like Nagi after all].

You blinked, staring up at him, before blinking once more, “You’re so handsome.” You respond in a whisper, not really thinking about the way your voice scratches like an old record, mentally zooming in on his cheeks. The pale flesh stained with fresh blood, gorgeous grey eyes averting their gaze as he sighs. 

He was flustered. Flustered. Your stomach flips in romance, adoring his rosy face as his eyes dodge yours, biting his lip. Nagi’s mind is jumbled, biting his lip as he searches for a response. How can he act like this after the two of you have been dating for a bit over a year? His cheeks reddened even more when he realized just how vibrant his crush on you was. 

Even when the two of you never felt any shame around one another, shyness never dissipated. Cheeks red as you held hands no matter how many times, always staring and quickly looking away to not get caught, blushing, letting your hands tactfully brush against each other as if you couldn’t simply ask to hold hands. 

13 months was a long time to love, though love is the best when you act like a grade two couple. 

“Shut up...“

“You started it.“

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sorry if the ending sucked i ran out of juice 

anyways my requests r wide open because i legit have nothing in my drafts [im lying] but pls request 🙏🙏

also should i post these drabbles on ao3 as a series?

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[cerridwen007]

Candy Cane.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader (afab)

Word count: 1.6 k (18+ MINORS DNI!)

Summary: Frankie can’t help but stare as you suck on that candy cane, very reminiscent of some of your other favourite things to suck on.

Notes/warnings: SMUT, fluff, Frankie being an adorable cheeky menace, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, inappropriate use of a candy cane, swearing, no y/n, probs bad spanish. ( Let me know anything else if I missed it)

A/N: Yall, it's been way too long since I last posted, and for that, I'm very sorry. Work has been exhausting me, and I've just lacked motivation to do much writing. So take this early, smutty Christmas fic as my apology. Honestly, I don't know how good it is/how well editied it is as I wrote it in less than 24 hours as the idea just came to me as I was sitting down eating a candy cane, much like reader. Wink wink. Also, this is my first Frankie fic I've posted, so yay for that. I've got a few wips in progress for this cutie, so be ready for that. Likes, comments, and reposts are always appreciated. I'll post this to my A03 soon, which is linked in my bio, if you prefer reading on that platform. Hope yall enjoy.❤️🫶

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Frankie couldn't help but let his jaw drop in awe of you unconsciously sucking on a candy cane very reminiscent of how you sucked his dick merely a few days ago. How you always sucked his dick so good, leaving him a pathetic whining mess. His dick was throbbing as he watched your delicate fingers hold the curved end, twisting it up and into your mouth while your mouth bobbed up and down.  An unbothered look on your face as you read your book, completely unaware of the effect you were having on your boyfriend sitting on the couch on the other side of the room from you.

Frankie can't help but groan a little,  just loud for you to hear as it escapes the back of his throat. You look over to the other side of the room, where he sits on the couch palming his hard length through his jeans; sports playing on the tv long forgotten, as he stares at you with glazed over, dark eyes. Your smile grows wide when you realise just how you had been affecting him with such a mindless innocent action. Your hand holding the candy cane drops, leaving only your teeth to uphold the fruity, striped stick. 

“You alright, sweetheart? You seem a little…distracted there.” You tease him as your eyelids droop to a flirtatious look.

He coughs a little before he answers, stumbling over his words. “Y-yeah, I'm doing real good, baby.”

You hum around the sweet confectionary, very reminiscent of a moan of pleasure, making sure to hollow your cheeks as the tart flavor hits your tongue.

“Wanna taste, baby? You're looking awfully desperate to have something sweet.” You say, holding the confectionary out to him, with your eyebrow raised.

He groans, squeezing his crotch, not managing to get out any words or approval other than an enthusiastic nod. You chuckle to yourself as you slowly get out of your seat and walk over to stand in front of Frankie. You lean down and place your hands on his knees, batting your eyelashes at him. One of your hands reaches up and twists the candy cane so the whole straight part disappears down your throat before it pulls it out again and you hold it out for Frankie to lick. He surprises you as he wraps his big hands around your back and hips and grabs you quickly to straddle his lap. 

“Frankie!” You giggle, taken off guard, leaving your smooth, sexy facade down for a second.

“Sorry, mi vida. Needed to have my sugar fix as close as possible.”

He kisses you with such fervour it takes you a moment to kiss him back, caught off guard as you both moan into the kiss.

You pull back with a smirk and hold out the candy cane again for him to suck. He grins as he takes the sweet treat into his mouth and groans, still tasting you in his mouth from the kiss and on the candy cane.

“Mmmh delicious sweetheart, but nothing will ever taste nearly as good or as sweet as you, mi amor.”

He twists his body again and throws you back onto the couch, causing you to fall into a fit of giggles.

He grins against your skin as kisses down your jaw, creating a path down your neck and collar, down between your breasts through your shirt. He shuffles down the couch, continuing to trace his lips down your body, slowly removing every bit of clothing that gets in the way of his lips tasting your skin. You can feel his hard cock throbbing against you as he slides his way down, matching the throbbing pulse of your clit. 

“Frankie…” you whine as he reaches your hips, pulling down your sweats slowly off your legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor. A devilish grin orderned on his beautiful face as he lowers his head, breathing in the scent of your arousal through your panties before biting the lacy fabric and moving them off you with his teeth. His hands are holding up your legs for better access as follows the curves of your calf. He tosses your panties to the ground and begins to plant soft kisses and bite down your raised legs all the way back down to your dripping heat.

Your face hurts from smiling as you watch Frankie show you his playful love and affection, he grins back at you and cups your face gently with one hand, to which you nuzzle into. He lowers his face back between your thighs and finally takes a firm lick up your folds, making you both moan. He has to reach down and palm himself through his uncomfortably tight jeans yet again  as he sucks your clit and licks into your oozing hole, muttering to himself about how good you taste. He reaches up to grab at your wrist and pin it into the couch before trying to grasp at what you're still holding; the candy cane. He looks up at you with dark eyes when his finger plucks it from your grasp and holds it to your mouth. 

You immediately suck it deep into your mouth before he can even ask. He growls before removing it from your red lips and dragging it down your body. He sucks it back into his mouth before running it back and forth through your folds, catching it deliciously on your clit every time, he watches in awe as your body shakes and squirms, telling of your impending orgasm as it reaches its peak.

“Come for me sweet girl.”

You become a babbling mess of incoherent swears as Frankie works you through your high. He fucks the candy cane into your cunt, following everwhere he traces it with his tongue, moaning at the sweet, delicious taste of you and the candy cane. He brings you to another high quickly after, enjoying another round of your sweet release hitting his tongue. Only stopping when you push his head away, pussy worn and oversensitive.

He kisses your inner thighs and works his way back up your body, licking up the sticky trail the candy cane left earlier, you grab both sides of his face and kiss him deeply, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You pull away after a few minutes to catch your breath and bite your lip. Pupils blown wide staring at the man that you love so deep with all of your being. You knew you just had to return the favour, especially because the thought of you sucking his cock started this whole thing in the first place. 

After littering his swollen lips and red face with soft kisses, you begin to sit up to change your position, pushing your hands firmly against Frankie's chest to push him back against the back of the couch before sliding down to your knees in front of him. His cock is aching, he whines a little as he watches you undo his belt and zipper, pulling his pants off in one go.

You palm him through his black boxers, the front covered in a pre-cum stain. You look up at his disheveled state through your eyelashes, your eyes blown wide with lust. He swallows harshly as you reach under the band of his underwear and pull out his hefty length. He watches you licking your lips from the last of the sweet residue coating them, your mouth watering from the salty flavor soon to be gracing your tongue.

You lean your head forward and let a big glob of spit drop onto the tip, quickly lubing him up with your hand and small slow strokes. Your lips envelope his furiously swollen tip, tongue twisting around the curves. His hand falls to your jaw, holding it softly, a plea to keep going, don't stop. His head falls, eyes squeezing shut before he forces himself to not miss anymore of the gorgeous sight of you before him on your knees.

Your other hand reaches out, playing with and lightly squeezing his balls. Your other hand tightens its grip around his girth, strokes growing faster. You pull your mouth off him, raising his cock up, so you can dip your head and lick up from the bottom of his length all the way back up to his head and through his slit. You mouth quickly attaches back onto him, sensing he is close by his mumbled praises, and his desperate “fuck”s that has you clenching your thighs together as the throbbing returns.

You turn your head to the side a bit so the tip of him is sticking out prominently through your reddened checks as you bob up and down on the tip. The sight combined with your sinful, moans causes Frankie to suddenly shoot his load into your mouth giving you little warning other than a loudly groaned “Fuck” as the salty cum fills your mouth. You make a show of swallowing till every drop is gone, licking your lips and then opening your mouth wide to show Frankie that you had indeed swallowed all it.

Through his post orgasim bliss, sweaty and heaving, he manages to reach down and give you a messy, sloppy kiss. The taste of both of your pleasures being exchanged between the both of you. You pull away and sigh deeply, letting some much needed air into your lungs, as you rest your head on his naked thigh, looking up at him lovingly. He caresses your check, affectionately. You both open your mouths at the same time to say that “you'll have to buy some more candy canes soon.” Making you both fall into a fit of laughs. It really was going to be a sweet holiday season.

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[wambsgansshoelaces]

oooo maybe headcanons about dating the succession girlies? like shiv, tabby, willa maybe even sandi if you like her (nobody else seems to). Or just anything involving any female characters I feel like there’s so little for lesbians out there lol 💜 I love your writing and I think it’s so sweet how happy you are to receive requests and always thanking your anons

I love women so I’m very happy I got this request

and I do love getting requests- it means people enjoy my writing and that makes me feel good about myself. #traumadump but I don’t really have any friends so I get really happy when people interact positively with me. and without anons like you, I can’t have these happy moments. so all the kisses and hugs for you 🫂

thank you so much for requesting <33 please feel free to leave all the lesbian brainrot in my ask box- im a self anointed unlabeled princess and both want to chew on jeremy allen white’s biceps and be cradled (and honestly just looked at) by sarah snook (and various other concerning things with various other people)

please enjoy and let me know what you think x

how you meet (wlw)

Shiv

ᝰ you’re in the bathroom at a restaurant trying to get something out of your eye

ᝰ it’s actually aggravating

ᝰ you’re beginning to cry

ᝰ “hey, are you okay?”

ᝰ you forget about whatever the fuck is in your eye when you look at her

ᝰ she’s gorgeous

ᝰ ethereally so

ᝰ you know you’re going to dream of her tonight

ᝰ so much so that all you say is “eyeball”, your voice cracking

ᝰ “oh, god, yeah. let me see?”

ᝰ you turn so that your body is facing hers

ᝰ she cups your cheek with one hand, using the other to pull down your lower eyelid

ᝰ “i think it’s an eyelash,” she murmurs

ᝰ you spend a bit rolling your eye around trying to push it

ᝰ eventually you do, along with a fat ass tear

ᝰ she wipes it away with her thumb

ᝰ “thank you…”

ᝰ she gives you a smile in response

ᝰ and then she’s gone

ᝰ you’re kicking yourself honestly

ᝰ you should’ve gotten her number

ᝰ you get yourself together in front of the mirror

ᝰ but before you push the door open, it opens on it’s own

ᝰ *she opens it

ᝰ “um, i just wanted to ask, could i get your number?”

ᝰ “please, it’s yours.”

Tabitha

ᝰ you’re out shopping at an outlet mall

ᝰ it’s january, it’s still freezing cold, you don’t have enough sweaters

ᝰ you browse the racks, truly bored out of your mind

ᝰ you like shopping, yeah, but only with someone else

ᝰ and you didn’t have anyone else

ᝰ it’s been lonely

ᝰ you’re stuck between two sweaters, the same price, right under your budget

ᝰ you kind of just hold them in front of you and stare at them

ᝰ “the pink would be so cute on you,” she says

ᝰ when you turn, it’s like heaven and earth collide

ᝰ her hair, her eyes, just her face

ᝰ your heart’s twisting around like you’d stuck it in a washing machine

ᝰ “you think so?”

ᝰ “compliments your undertones.” she takes the sleeve of the pink sweater, her eyes skitting over it appreciatively

ᝰ you hold the other one out at her

ᝰ “this one brings out your eyes.”

ᝰ she looks you up and down, smile playing at her lips

ᝰ you’re pretty sure you fall for her then

ᝰ she takes the sweater from you, grinning now

ᝰ “i’m tabitha. there’s this pretty dress i want to see you try on.”

ᝰ you spend the next three hours shopping together

ᝰ you just can’t bring yourself to leave her

ᝰ you stick to each other like glue

ᝰ you share a pretzel in the food court

ᝰ before she leaves, she asks for a pen from one of the vendors

ᝰ she jots her number across your palm

ᝰ the entire time she’s walking away, she’s looking back at you

ᝰ she’s mouthing ‘call me’

Willa

ᝰ your headphones are on, ambient sounds playing

ᝰ you’re sitting in a secluded nook of your local barnes and noble, reading a new book

ᝰ you’re in your own world

ᝰ you can only vaguely hear what’s going on around you

ᝰ you can kind of hear someone talking

ᝰ so you take a headphone ear off, looking up

ᝰ good god

ᝰ she’s just so pretty

ᝰ so delicately beautiful

ᝰ the way she looks at you?

ᝰ “um, excuse me, do you know where the romance is?”

ᝰ “oh, yeah, of course. want me to take you?”

ᝰ you gather your stuff and lead her away

ᝰ “what’re you reading?” she asks curiously.

ᝰ you show her, and you’re both giddily chattering now

ᝰ “what have you read from here?” you ask after a bit, gesturing at the romance shelves

ᝰ “i haven’t read a good romance in ages. i can’t even remember.”

ᝰ “jane austen?”

ᝰ “jane austen!”

ᝰ you’re both giggling

ᝰ “do you have goodreads?”

ᝰ “yes, can i please add you?”

ᝰ you exchange goodreads

ᝰ then numbers

ᝰ she gently grips your forearm, grinning wildly

ᝰ “oh my god, this is so exciting!”

ᝰ you laugh, agreeing

ᝰ “i’m willa, by the way.”

ᝰ “i’m really happy i’ve met you, willa.”

[tyxoxo]

RxLuSTx0_ - II.

pairing: jeno x fem!reader, read part 1 here

genre: smut (aftersex/aftercare), camcouple!jeno/reader

words: 850~

warnings: none

a/n: typed this up at work LMFAO

jeno ended the live quickly, bending down to the height of the laptop to tap the “end stream” at the top right hand corner.

his audience was used to his silent goodbyes, knowing he just wasn’t the type to say any closing remarks, especially if he was the one still standing from the night's events…

which was usually the case.

all that remained was the homescreen, a picture of the two of you from one of your vacations, jeno hugging you from behind as he rested his head on your shoulder. two big grins, in front of whatever monument you all decided to track down that day in the blistering heat.

he abandoned the laptop, rising to his feet and walking over to where you lay sprawled on the vinyl floor. to no surprise, he was still hard, fighting the urge to stroke himself over your unresponsive body.

you looked so pretty, arms splayed up at your head, cum stuffed so far in your throat that it managed to come out the other end—bubbling past your nostrils with every shallow breath. you would probably be mortified to see yourself this way, but to jeno, it was the hottest sight he’d ever seen.

he noticed your tremors, jolting from the aftermath of your trouble to swallow everything he gave you. you did amazing, he thought. and he was sure the audience thought so too, considering the abundance of donations that poured in. with a smile just as soft as the picture on the laptop monitor, he bent down once again, bundling your arms over your torso and gathering your legs together.

in one swift motion, he lifted you bridal style, making sure your head fell into the crease of his shoulder for support. you finally responded to his affectionate stimuli, eyes attempting to blink away the remaining tears that pooled under your eyelids.

“you did so good baby…”

you finally set your eyes upon your boyfriend, breath hitching from the gentle tone of his voice.

“i did?”

your two words were followed by a delicate cough, attempting to clear your throat of the thick substance you thought you had swallowed thoroughly.

“of course you did…so beautiful.”

he lowered his face to your flushed skin, continuing to whisper sweet nothings against your tear-stained cheeks as he carried you over to the bed.

he lowered you onto the faux fur comforter, giving a tender kiss to your forehead before walking off in the direction of the ensuite bathroom.

by the time he came back with a warm washcloth, you had already attempted to rid your face of the mess he made; even wiping the remnants of his cum off the corners of your mouth. still, you couldn’t help but savor the salty fluid, sucking the pads of your thumbs clean with a slight pop.

jeno’s eye smile grew upon seeing your antics, adoring your effort to never waste a single drop—something he taught you very early on in the relationship.

you scooted a few inches on the bed, allowing him room to sit on the side.

the comforting silence was just what you needed to comedown from the intensity of tonight’s events.

even though jeno wasn’t much of a talker, except for when he was buried inside you or your mouth, it was a nice change of pace to receive such calming aftercare. no worries about the past, present, or future, just pure enlightenment in each other’s company.

you rose up to rest your back against the headboard as he brought his fingers forward, taking off your eyelashes that were completely soaked, or more appropriately—ruined.

you kept your eyes closed as he began wiping along your forehead, somewhat embarrassed at the realization that you were comparable to that of a train wreck.

but the warmth brought on by the washcloth now swiping along your breasts eased your worries, your upper half eventually slouching into his gentle cleansing.

“i’ll keep this here in case you need it okay.” he stopped his ministrations, setting the washcloth on the nightstand.

you craved his touches, something softer to end the night. even as he turned to set the cloth down, you reached your hands forward, clawing at his thighs, signaling that you were impatient for his cuddles.

he turned back to face you, bangs sweeping across his twinkling eyes.

“don’t worry baby, i’m here…i’m here.”

he hushed words were repeated like a mantra as he began enveloping you in a sweet embrace.

he’d always been the bigger spoon, wrapping his arms under and around your neck and letting the other rest on your hip, scooting your front further into his broad frame.

he had plenty of preferred positions, but whatever allowed him to plant consistent kisses on your forehead, was his favorite.

“you’re all mine, you know that right?”

you felt him whisper along your temple, causing a shiver to run along your spine. you arched your back in response, breasts pressing firmly against his chest. you peared up slowly, speechless from viewing absolute beauty right in the face.

“always yours…”

was the last response you could muster as the onset of slumber descended upon your eyelids; drifting off to the caresses that were of assured and everlasting peace.

i feel like this is trash >.<

[chiwi-la-capybara]

My top 5 Snape fics!

I wanted to share some of my Snape fics in the hopes that you will share yours with me in the comments or in your own posts. These are my personal favorites that I go back to reread the most. I have my own favorite tropes, so these are all somewhat angsty, hurt/comfort, and you might notice Snape gets bathed in several of these lol. Warning, these fics contain sexual content and are NOT appropriate for all ages.

5. Contempt, by Danpuff (2022)

Snarry

I don't normally like Snarry but this blew me away. This is the best enemies to lover fic I've ever read. The line between hate and love is thin my friends.

Excerpt:

The black and the white material hang open around Snape's thin frame. He's not beautiful anywhere, is he? Pasty skin with marks of discoloration. Old, faded scars. Wiry black hair. Concave chest, prominent ribs, soft belly. Harry feasts his eyes on the ghastly sight and trails reverent fingers down. Down over flat brown nipples and a long raised scar. Over a patch of rough, brown skin. Over coarse black curls. His skin is warmer than Harry expected.

4. The Underground, by me, Chiwi_la_Capybara (2023)

HG/SS

This is a shameless plug of my own fic. But it is one of my favorites.

Excerpt:

Snape licked his lips, looked up at her from beneath heavy eyelids. She looked carefully back at him, at the double wrinkle at the corner of each eye, and the purple semicircles that ringed his lower lids. The long thick black eyelashes gave his eyes a melancholy cast.

There was a certain magnetism about him. She lifted up the blanket and drew close to him, laid his head on her shoulder and anchored him to her. The warmth of his body against hers felt as close to sex as anything she had known in the past five years. He blinked at her sleepily, and his black eyes were two moons. Snape slept with his face pressed into the crook of her neck, his warm breath sputtering over her throat. 

3. Traumlieder, by Rexluscus (2011)

Snape/Luna Warning, Luna is underage in this fic and there's dubious consent on both sides. This one's very smutty. Take this warning v seriously.

Snape being bewildered by Luna is such a joy. Rexluscus is an incredibly writer. They have this tone that's kind of sarcastic, kind of loving, and real perverse all at once.

Excerpt:

Snape dreamed of a creature. It had yellow hair and smelled like a cherry orchard, and it spoke with a voice both exotic and deeply, achingly familiar. Its hands were as delicate and fragile as a doll's, but its skin was warm and velvety as it tickled him below his navel. It was petting him, quieting him, and he was drifting into lassitude—all except for the exquisitely urgent want in his groin. The creature seemed aware of that; it was touching him there now, shocking like the touch of a naked flame, and as ecstasy radiated from his middle and flooded out the pain in his limbs he only now recognised by its absence... A warm breeze tickled his bare skin, and the creature laughed. He thought he could see its eyes somewhere far above him, round and lambent, like watery planets setting in a warm twilight.

2. Exaltation, by Eldritcher (2022)

Dudley/Snape.

I know Dudley and Snape sounds ick but trust me, its strange and wonderful. Only Eldritcher could have pulled this one off. Eldritcher once told me their writing has been influenced by the Greek poet Ovid, and you can tell.

Excerpt:

Harry was not taught to swim. Snape betrays the tell-tale signs of a man who has never learned to swim. Like Harry, Snape does not have fat on his bones to lift him up easy. He steps into the water, because Dudley asks him to. Dudley holds him by the waist, steadying him until he finds his level. Snape is pale, paler than the primroses closing and curling up for the night. It is all Dudley can do to refrain from catching the trembling bony shoulders to massage back the blood into circulation.

1. Self-Slain Gods on Strange Altars, Scumblackentropy (2013)\

SS/HG Warnings for an underage/student Hermione.

This is the fic that really got me into this fandom back when I was a teen. The writing is uneven, but Snape feels so real in this story.

Excerpt:

What, what, what?she asks herself as she slowly, slowly, slowly lets her palm flatten against his damp robes and slowly, slowly, slowly stands on tiptoe. His head pulls back as he tries to hold eye contact, but she never tries to look away. She vaguely registers that he has a long throat. Long. Muscled. Pale.

“You’re wrong.”

How?she asks herself as a strangled, indignant aching noise comes out of his mouth and she slowly, slowly, slowly presses herself into him, and his eyes widen in that way that breaks her heart, and she feels his blood-soaked body hard-angled and warm against hers, and she thinks that maybe she can forgive him.

[gergthecat]

Legacy CH 4 - Lae POV

Her arms delicately grasp my sleeve as she comes to, and I look up momentarily to see Mom rushing towards us, a frantic look in her eyes.

“Oh shit,” Dad utters, somewhat shockingly, stepping towards Mom as she reaches us. She ignores him, halting in front of us with a shell-shocked look on her face, only staring at the woman. She looks petrified. I can’t remember a time when she’s looked even remotely frazzled, but now, I can see the beginnings of tears gathering at her lower eyelids. Dad looks exuberantly nervous, though his posture is as perfect as always. 

The woman loosens her grip on my arm as she regains her balance, and as her eyes meet mine for a moment, I recognize them. I see them every day when I braid my hair in the morning; they are my own reflection. Dad always says that I’ve got my mother’s eyes. How come I’ve got hers, too? 

The woman looks up at my mom and, cracks a watery smile, says, “I’na.”

Mom lets out a terrible sob, and it all hits me all at once like a drakkan. My maternal grandmother was killed on Syldra decades ago, yet somehow, she is standing right in front of me. Dad cracks a smile only Mom could draw out of him as she and Laeleth embrace. Miraculously, my total number of living grandparents has increased. Hoorah. Still kind of scary, though; her whole situation back there. I’ve never seen Mom cry before; I guess I just assumed she wasn’t capable of it, but her shoulders twitch slightly. She looks so fragile, like she might fly away. She starts to shake into my grandmother’s shoulder, their arms still tightly wound around each other. 

Suddenly, and rather aggressively for his nature, Kal comes barreling around the corner. Arms swinging at his sides, he halts, simply staring at this whole debacle. Laeleth lifts her head for a moment, eyes focused on Dad at first, then swinging to Kal. 

“Kaliis,” she whispers, her head tilting to one side, examining him. 

Dad brings his arm around me and leans his head on mine as Kal joins the hug, his head bending to cover Mom’s weeping. His shoulders cave, too, and he shakes, “Rina?”

“Del’nai, I’nas, del’nai.”

Exceptionally weird, to see the Gilwraeth Siblings crying, but so is everything else about my life. 

“Maker,” I hear Dad whisper as his arm loosens around me, his hand coming to rest on the small of Mom’s back. She lifts her head, normally perfect black makeup smudged and dripping around her eyes in onyx droplets. Her eyelids are harshly purple, and there are splotches of black in Laeleth’s hair from Mom’s eyes and lips. In a rare display of affection towards my father, Mom leans her head on his shoulder, softly at first, before burying her face more deeply in his neck. Dad chuckles, stroking her hair, kissing the tears dotting her cheekbones.

Turning back to Kal, I see that Aunt Auri has materialized next to him, hands intertwined as she wipes his tears away. 

“Where have you been all this time?” Kal questions, arms now wrapped around Auri, tucking her into his side in their usual manner. It’s like she’s buried. Kal’s face is flushed, his cheeks are glistening with tears, and his ears and eyes are rimmed with violet, eyelashes soaked together in delicate spires. 

Before Laeleth can answer, Mom’s voice echoes through my mind.

I’na, an endearment from her, come here.

I do as I’m told; a wise choice when it comes to my mother, and shuffle over there, acutely aware of all the eyes on me.

She grasps my hand as I join her side; her thin, shaky fingers are on my wrist. 

My mother introduces me in Syldrathi, and then Dad, reaching over to rest a tentative hand on his shoulder.

My grandmother looks at us briefly before extending her arms and tugging us both into a hug. I’ve never been hugged by a Slydrathi aside from my Mom, my uncle, and my cousin. She smells like lias flowers and the rotting, metallic stench of blood.

This is all very weird.

a/n: um. yeahhhhhh. so there's that. sorry for abandoning my readers for six months. um. ok. bye. i love you. mwah.

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Legacy Chapter One

Legacy Chapter Two

Legacy Chapter Three

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[shadowphoenixrider]

Eye to Eye

(Being a mutant means sometimes the most mundane things become more difficult than they have any right to be. Thankfully, others are always there to help. A fic I wrote because my brain went: 'Gambit must really struggle if he gets eyelashes in his eyes because his sclera's so dark'. This is the result - set back much earlier in Shadow/Gambit's relationship. Enjoy!)

"Agh, merde!" Gambit swore, suddenly sitting bolt upright on the couch. A sharp whistle from his body let me know that whatever it was, it was painful.

"Hey, you alright?" I asked, quickly tucking a bookmark into the pages of my novel, and tossing it aside, scooting over to him.

"Got somethin' in my eye..." He grumbled, rubbing at it. "Fuck, dat hurts."

"May I see?" I moved closer, trying to push the insistent trilling to the back of my mind.

"Sure, but I don' think' ya be able to see anythin'..." He muttered, turning towards me. He opened his eye as much as he could, clearly irritated by whatever it was, and I realized that he was correct.

Gambit's black sclera completely obscured anything that would have adhered to it - even his blood vessels were faint against the darkness. Thankfully, however, the flesh of his eyelids remained as expected, as I gently tugged his lower one down to inspect it. It was clear, and his upper one was as well...so whatever it was, it was stuck to his eye.

Where I couldn't see it.

Gambit cursed again, squeezing his eye shut.

"Anythin'?"

"We're gonna need to find a mirror." I said, tugging at his arm. "I can probably locate whatever it is with my powers, but we're gonna need some help to get it out. How'd you feel about touching your eye with your fingers?"

"Prefer not to..." He grumbled, going willingly with me. "Agh! But if it stops dis hurtin'..." Gambit jammed the heel of his hand into his eye. "Fuck!"

"Please try not to touch it." I said, leading him upstairs towards our dorms - the bathrooms all had mirrors and they seemed the closest. "You might move it into a worse position. I know it hurts, Gambit, but please try."

"Easier said den done, petite..." He muttered, but I did notice him managing to pull his hand down several times when he instinctively went to rub his now closed eye.

I quickly led him into my bathroom, and despite the cramped quarters, I hopped up onto the sink counter to get a better look.

"Open." I commanded softly. His eye slid open as warily as before, although they were much more watery from the build-up of tears. This time I placed a hand on his cheek, thumb close to the corner of his eye. My powers flashed under my skin as I reached out into his body, sinking part of my awareness up into the cells of the delicate organ.

Guide me. Where is your pain?

His nerves flashed quickly in sequence, and whilst they weren't as exact as I'd've liked, I pieced their signals together to map the shape of a very familiar object, stuck to the left side of the eye globe.

"Ah, it's an eyelash." I murmured, swirling a finger in a circle around the area. "It's over there. I just can't see it clearly. You up to touching your eye? Just need to sweep it off."

Gambit lifted his own finger up, trembling as he tried to steel himself against the unpleasant sensation. I gently encouraged his lacrimal glands to pump some more tears out to help dislodge the troublesome object and make the experience perhaps a little less unsettling. His fingertip drew close...Before he shut his eyes hard, flinching.

"Merde! Sorry Shadow, I can't-" He winced, screwing his face up in an expression I completely understood.

"It's okay. There's a little trick that usually works, if you'll let me?" I asked.

"Sure?"

I very gently took hold of his lower eyelid, and, using his nerves' impulses as a guide, swiped it down over his eye, herding the eyelash down and off the globe, into the more easily accessible flesh below. After quickly washing my fingertips, I quietened the pain and irritation impulses down just enough for me to scoop the eyelash free, holding it up to the light.

"And there's your culprit, Cajun. One teeny little eyelash." I glanced back to him, watching him rub at his eyes. "Feeling a bit better?"

"Yeah. Much." He narrowed his eyes at the small curved hair balancing on my fingertip. "Tonnerre mes chiens, how do somethin' so small hurt so much?"

"Nerve densities." I explained, squeezing it between my fingers to get it to spring away onto the floor. "It's like with paper cuts. They hurt like hell compared to deeper cuts as they cut or injure more nerve endings than other places. Think of it like why we feel things better with our hands and fingers rather than our arms - the deeper nerves are more to conduct signals, whilst the ones at the end of the branches are the sensory ones."

Gambit hummed, watching me with probably polite interest as I rattled on. He smiled.

"Thank you for ya help, petite," he said, his voice rumbling pleasantly. "Sorry for disturbin' ya from ya book."

"Hey, no worries. I'm happy to help." I smiled back. "This is what I'm here for."

"Ya be here for more den jus' that, petite." Gambit replied. "You one of our friends now."

It was then my mind cheerfully pointed out that Gambit and I were in my dorm bathroom. Alone. And he was standing kinda close. Anything could happen.

I felt a blush rise into my cheeks.

"Y-Yeah. A-Anyway, we should go, before someone comes looking for us and finds us here." I stuttered shyly.

Gambit's dark eyebrow lifted.

"Why? Ya think dey gonna start gettin' ideas?" He asked teasingly, offering a hand to me.

"Oh I dunno Gambit, what else would people think, seeing us come out of my room together?" I challenged, taking his hand as I hopped back down. "Thank you."

"No problem, petite." He gestured for me to walk ahead. "Well, if dey do be thinkin' we be up to no good, den we be very put together for it." He pointed out.

"I don't think that'll stop them, though..." I muttered, stepping out of my dorm first to let the Cajun pass.

"The thought bother you?" He asked, watching me shut the door behind him.

I paused, considering it. Gambit was a very handsome man, far too handsome for anyone like me to pull. He could swagger into any bar and come out with the most gorgeous people in there on his arms swooning over him - I, a scruffy nerdy gremlin, was far, far beneath his notice.

Yet...the thought that he might be interested in me more than just in a friendly manner did send a hot spark through me.

"...No." I admitted, feeling the heat creeping into my face. "There's a lot worse people to paired with in the rumour mill." A smirk pulled at my lips. "Like Wolverine."

Gambit barked out a laugh, a noise that thrilled me with pride.

"Aw, dat hard-headed Canuck ain't so bad." He chuckled, arching an eyebrow. "Not ya type, petite?"

"Not for me, no." I shook my head. "I'm sure he'd tick boxes for a few people, but not me."

"What is ya type den, mon amie?" Gambit asked casually as we began to walk back to the lounge.

"Men and women. Tall women who could destroy me in a heartbeat or snap me over their knee mostly!" I laughed weakly, especially when he grinned.

"Ohh, dat's why ya keep blushin' whenever Storm walk into de room or Rogue smashes anythin'!" He teased, before his grin softened. "Dey good choices, mon amie. You've a good eye. Although, ya know dey'd never hurt you on purpose, right?"

"I know." I nodded. "The strength is like the initial attraction, but it doesn't mean anything if they're not kind." Gambit nodded as well.

"True dat." He glanced back to me. "An' ya taste in men...?"

I looked back at him. There was something about the question that was...off. Not in the bad way, more in the 'why is he suddenly so interested' way.

"Why, are you thinking to be my wingman?" I asked, arching a brow at him.

"If ya want me to, petite." He smiled enigmatically. "If ya tell Gambit what to look for, he more den happy to help ya."

"Well, I suppose since my usual wingmates are unavailable whilst I stay here, I guess you can be one." I shrugged.

"So...?"

"It can be hard to judge. But they have to be kind, above all else." I paused at the door leading into the room. "Like, they can pretend to not give a damn, but when the chips come down you know they'll come through." I glanced back at him. "I'm...not really looking to date anyone at the moment, though. Just...enjoying being single."

Gambit's expression was unreadable, a carefully schooled neutrality that befitted his code-name.

"Dat's fair." Was his soft reply. He nodded, and his cocky bravado returned. "But you let Gambit know if ya lookin' for someone in de future!" He flashed me a winning grin. "Gambit always happy to help. Enjoy ya book, mon amie!"

"Thanks, take care!" I called back to the Cajun as he swaggered off. I smiled, watching him go, my eyes dropping unbidden to his backside. Damn, he looked good in jeans!

I shook my head. Don't go thirsting for things you can't have! I scolded myself. Let's just enjoy what we have already, okay?

Moving back onto the couch, I stretched my body out along it, now I didn't have to be concerned about getting in someone's private space. I picked up the book I'd left, and tried to return back to the fantastical tales of The Edge, and not to the gorgeous, devil-eyed mutant with a brilliant smile...