#I'm laying on my stomach kicking my feet up behind me and giggling

[rookanis-de-riva]

Oh! And I forgot to ask, where does spite fall in your rookanis romance? Hands on involved, confused but enthusiastic voyer, closes his eyes and hums a song and ignores what's going on, goes to sleep while rook and lucanis spend time together because he doesn't care about romance, etc etc?

There's a lot of ways it go, depending on a number of factors (mostly being the player's preference). I like to think Spite is obsessive af about rook and is like.. my rook. Our rook? No, mine. (Potential for massive jealousy when Rook is talking to just lucanis is 😘👌) esp if Lucanis isn't moving fast enough with the courting spite would be soooo frustrated. Lots of nosebleeds for our favorite crow lmao

Or I see him as being very open minded to start and just being like, Lucanis go fuck Rook. Why won't we mate with Rook?? Rook smells so good and looks so soft and (blah blah blah). Or some combination of both. Spite is involved one way or another in my lucanis romances, it just varies slightly based on who Rook is, designation, etc. But I know some people like to hc Spite just... goes to sleep or otherwise is not present when Rook and lucanis fuck lmao

I love spite tho, and he's part of lucanis so 🤷‍♀️

LOVE including Spite in my rookanis ship! I mentioned in the other ask that I hc him as an Alpha, and I like playing around with the different "roles" and instincts he has vs Lucanis

one thing I dislike about veilguard though is how it expects us to suspend our disbelief about basic logistics for anything even slightly off screen. ie, The Ossuary:

we see Lucanis has already broken free but also that he's fully dressed? they just ... saved all the personal clothes of This One Prisoner in a nice easily accessible cubby for an entire year and he hit that up First Thing instead of completing his contract with Caliban?

also! how the FUCK did my rook even get down there, get the fuck outta my face with *swirling whirlpool* [the end.] [don't think about it] [what did that DO? I said don't think about it!]

clearly, the writers had way too much shit on fire in development to care about this, but I cannot write this tom foolery in my fics

SO. my Rook gets down there by diving most of the way (did some work with the Lords of Fortune during his exile, has diving experience), then curls up in a ball and makes the biggest barrier he can (not much, good thing he's an Tiny Elf) and uses it essentially like a pressurized diving suit to drop the rest of the way. gets through the wards holding up the Ossuary bc they only keep out [water] and [living creatures] (fish) but hey! you don't need to breathe as much if you stop your heart, and LUCKILY Viago has poisons to do just that!

(temporarily!!) (SHHHH don't tell him this part of the plan) (Rook will just replace it before Viago notices it's missing)

Rook flops through the wards literally half-dead and the Venatori on guard are just like ??? but. y'know. it's already dead. and just one tiny elf. does anyone have like ... a stick? Claudius, YOU poke it

gets taken to the torture chamber where Lucanis is currently being tortured as one last hurrah / revenge for all the shit he's put his captors through (multiple escape attempts + killing sprees) so now they're going to violate and murder this pathetic little beta (omega?) elf in front of him bc Fuck It Why Not

condensing this part but: Rook provides a distraction, Lucanis breaks free, they murder spree Together <3 and also kill Caliban <3 <3

now they have to get OUT of the Ossuary, the part Lucanis could never actually accomplish, esp bc the wards are actively failing now that Zara's gone (and Rook's stunt maaaybe didn't help)

Rook uses the lyrium knife to cut a tear into the veil so they can essentially crawl into the fade and then trek to the Crossroads, but right after he makes the cut, the wards fail

Lucanis(+Spite) is still across the room collecting a trophy from Caliban as proof of the completed contract. Rook is right in front of the tear and could go through RightTheFuckNowImmediately but once he (and the knife) go, it will shut

the wards in this particular room haven't failed YET but they can hear-feel the apocalyptic crushing doom of an entire ocean worth of water pressure crushing the rest of the Ossuary as each room gets essentially vaporized one by one with the failing wards

Rook stays. he is visibly scared absolutely shitless. he stays. Spite pops the wings. Rook stays. Spite+Lucanis literally flying across the room to get to the tear. Rook STAYS.

Spite is forevermore obsessed with Rook. absolute loyalty. Spite + Lucanis + Rook as pack 5ever with little heart doodles on all the grocery lists

and then even more shit with my Rook personally considering the concept of "spite" to be, quote (said in front of Lucanis+Spite), "an old friend" / arguing NOT that Spite is actually a spirit of Determination but that Spite itself as its own concept can be helpful! and GOOD!! Rook is a good person BECAUSE OF SPITE (refusing to become his abusers)

violet eyes to signify Spite peeking through? FALSE. Heart Eyes at his friend, his pack, his beta, his Talon, his master, his lover, his mate, all the mortal words are stupid and small

Spite loves Rook with his entire being

[hsyvers]

WHATCHA GOT THERE? - nakamura kazuha x 6th member!f!reader

SYPNOSIS; you and your girlfriend love cats. and you always joked about getting one. but what happens when you smuggle one back home without her knowledge?

NOTES; this is insanely fluffy...kazuha with cats...giggling and kicking my feet AGH this was actually self-indulgent. based after the icarly "whatcha got there?" "..a smoothie" meme ^_^ also slight reference to that one leniverse ep at the end LMAOOO let's ignore the fact that kazuha is a dog person ok....

you bite your lip when you slowly open the door to yours and kazuha's room, hoping that she isn't there. the small creature in your rain jacket purrs in fond response to your body heat.

you whisper softly to it before you open the door, looking down at your jacket, "shh, you're gonna have to be as quiet as possible, okay? i still don't know if she'll let me keep you or not."

opening the door fully and peeking in, you sneakily step into her room, sighing inaudibly when you see her sleeping form on the bed.

then, all of a sudden, "baby?" a soft voice calls you closer, before you realise you're actively trying to hide something. you quickly take a step back, just in case.

kazuha sits up in bed groggily, rubbing at her eyes, a grin on her face now as she tilts her head, "whatcha got there?"

oh god. curse the fact that she obviously had basic comprehesion and observation skills.

you look down at your coat, that had a small, offputing bump in the middle, "uh, a smoothie?

"what?"

"what?"

kazuha stares at you, confused, though her usual smile still graces her lips as she opens her arms in a hugging gesture. you approach her but you don't accept the hug, making her pout.

"are you okay?"

"me? oh, of course. i'm super fine actually."

"...you're rambling," she mumbles, sneaking another glance to your jacket, "you do that when you're hiding something."

"n-no, i don't," you protest.

"and you stutter whenever you lie," kazuha points out again, "baby, what's wrong?"

"meow."

kazuha's eyebrows furrow.

you facepalm.

kazuha carefully leans her ear closer to your jacket.

"meow?"

her face leans back with a half knowing and half concerned expression.

"baby, why is your jacket meowing?!"

her slightly bewildered tone causes you to bite the inside of your cheek nervously, "promise you won't get mad?"

kazuha's gaze softens even more so as she shakes her head, "since when would i ever be able to stay mad at you?"

"okay, so like," you open your raincoat and your girlfriend gasps when she sees a small black kitten in your hands, "wait, let me explain."

"i was on the way back and it was raining so heavily and i heard meows and you know how much i love cats. so i ran to the source of the sound and the poor thing was wet and hungry so i ran to the nearest convenience store and that's why i'm back so late then i dried her up before coming in and she loves my body heat and it's so cute but-!"

"baby," kazuha whispers, patting her lap, "come here, and breathe, okay?"

you take a deep breath before sitting on her lap, and feeling her arms link around your stomach from behind gives you a sense of comfort immediately.

kazuha seems to realise that you're processing your words still, so she uses her fingers to pet the kitten in your hands. you giggle when the kitten purrs even harder, bumping its head against her hand. then, she presses a kiss to your cheek and lays her head on your back, "are you okay?"

"mhm, thanks," you sigh, nodding, "anyway, i was scared you'll turn her away...and that chaewon will freak out about her."

kazuha hums in acknowledgement of your worries, "don't worry, i already love her."

that sentence makes all the tension in your body dissipate and she feels you melt in her arms, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

"did anyone else see you come in with her?"

"oh my god, what is that," eunchae mumbles, poking at your stomach only to jump back with wide eyes when she hears a small meow, "why is there a cat IN your stomach?"

"she's not inside, what?" you stiffle a laugh with your hand, shaking your head at her words, "and as for you, why are you awake at 1 am?"

eunchae's mouth opens, then it closes. she thinks for a second before whispering, "i won't tell chaewon about it if you don't tell on me."

"deal," you roll your eyes when she points two fingers to her eyes and then back to you in a "i'm watching you" motion.

"well..? just eunchae...don't worry about it."

"and you do know we will have to tell chaewon sooner or later, right?"

"yeah," you sigh, holding your kitten closer at the thought. kazuha squeezes your hand then pet the cat's head, as though to imply that she won't let anything happen to either of you.

"okay! one more question."

"anything," you say, and you mean it, turning your face to look at her as she pretends to be deep in thought.

"can we name it eric?"

"no, zuha, we are not naming her eric."

[elliesmainhoe]

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Pregnant!Reader

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Unbelievably soft for you.

All of your friends are shocked, because- Ellie is being.... Nice?

Carries your bags for you, and sits you on her horse whenever your feet get achey from walking too long.

Her foot massages are 🔛🔝

She tries to be supportive of you when you get overly emotional... She really does.

As soon as Ellie entered the house the sound of loud sobbing coming from your shared bedroom freaked her the fuck out.

"Fuck are you alright babe?" She asked as she quickly barged into the bedroom. Your form was hunched over, head in your hands as fat tears streamed down your face.

"I-" your voice trembled as you looked up to Ellie through your damp eyelashes. "The-the.. i- was reading my *hiccup* book" you sniffed "and the- the puppy died!!"

"Oh poor baby~" Ellie cooed as you sobbed, and she perched on the edge of the mattress allowing you to nuzzle your face in your neck. Her hand moved up and down your back, rubbing it in support. "I'm gonna go and get you some water, sit tight for me princess" she kissed your forehead and left the room.

As soon as the door closed behind her an amused smile slipped into her features. God, you were adorable.

Every time you ask for a new weird combination of food she tries it with you.

And she rates then lmao

Strawberries and salt 2/10, peanut butter and celery 6/10, popcorn and cereal 9/10.

So supportive. You can never be wrong. You are always correct always.

Has fallen off the bed due to how many pregnancy pillows on the bed. You cried because you felt guilty.

Shopping for baby clothes, toys and items with her 😍

"What about this one baby?" You called over to Ellie, showing her a blue baby onesie, covered in little red cartoon parrots.

"Nah- I prefer this one better. Fuck... I'd wear this." She laughed holding up a white onesie with little green dinosaurs all over it.

Goes to all your appointments with you for emotional support ✊

Just imagine the midwife pressing the ultrasound wand against your belly as Ellie sits with her jaw slacked as she stares in bewilderment at the moving picture displayed of your unborn child on the screen.

Ellie always lays with her head on your stomach, listening to the little heartbeat in there and giggling at the little kicks the baby gives her.

A warm hand rested on the swell of your pregnant stomach- comfortably moving in circles. The little munchkin occasionally moving and wiggling around at the feeling of her Mama's hand.

"She knows it's her mama Ells" you hum

"Aw do you know it's me little bean?" She spoke, asking the baby who kicked in reply.

"Your feisty kiddo, ain't ya?"

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[chocos-universe]

Fish Jokes!

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--Finn got bored! And wanted to do something fish-tastic! Get it?--

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|Lees - Sheimpo & Finn -- Lers - Shrimpo & Finn|

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Ships Included - RedBowl/ShrimpBowl (Shrimpo x Finn, Platonic)

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Shrimpo and Finn were oddly enough, best friends! They were hanging out in Finn's room, anddddd he got bored

So, when the unexpected Shrimp was sitting there, Finn just causally plopped down on his fish bed next to Shrimpo (Yk... those clear beds with water in them? Js unlocked a new memory for ya, didn't I, heh)

"UGH! What the fuck?!" Shrimpo exclaimed, jumping a bit from the scare

"Ready?" Finn asked with a smile

"...Wait, for wha--" Shrimpo didn't get to finish as Finn pounced on him and tickled his hips

"HOHOHOHOLY-- STOHOHOHOHOP!!" Shrimpo squealed, his anger slowly fading into a puddle of nothing

"Someone's a little salty...~" Finn teased lightly, squeezing the shrimp's hips

"NO I'M NOHOHOHOHOT!!" Shrimpo's cheeks flushed orange-red as he covered his face

"Does someone need jokes to cheer up?" Finn grinned gleefully

"I DOHOHOHOHOHON'T!!!" Shrimpo kicked his feet a little

"Hmm~ Let me think of one~" Finn teased, pretending to think

"I HAHAHAHAHATE YOU!! AHAHAND YOUR JOHOHOHOKES!!!"

Finn chuckled "Such a big attitude for a little shrimp..."

Shrimpo didn't know how to respond as he squirmed, turning on his stomach to muffle out his giggles in a pillow, pounding his fist on Finn's bed

"Got one! What do you call a fish that won't shut up?"

"NOHOHO!-"

"Nope! A big-mouthed fish!"

God that was awful... "OHOHO MY GAHAHAD! STOHOHOHOP!!"

"I got another one!" Uh oh. "Why do fish always avoid the computer?"

"FIHIHINN!!"

"Wrong again! They're scared of the net!" Finn finished his joke with a laugh

"STAHAHAHAHAP!!" The blush grew on Shrimpo's face

"You must REALLY love my jokes, huh?"

"I DO NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!! *snort*"

"Then why are you laughing so much?~" Finn moved his right hand higher

"CAUHUHUHUSE YOUR-- EEEEK!" Shrimpo got cut off by Finn tickling his tail (yk the thing on his head) "NOHOHOHOT TEHEHEHEHERE!!!"

"Cause I'm tickling youuu?~" Finn teased with a grin

"NAHAHA!!" Shrimpo couldn't even get a word out

"One more joke, okay?~" Finn chuckled, loving where this was heading

"NO-- NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!"

"Please? That's a new one..."

"FINN-!" Shrimpo shrieked, using his arms to muffle his loud laughter, his legs kicking behind him

"Alright! Alright! Hmm... let's see..."

Finn thought for a moment

"Got one! How does a fish get to school?" Finn stifled a chuckle at his own joke

"PLEHEHEASE--" Tears prickled in the corners of Shrimpo's eyes

"By an octo-bus!"

"YOHOHOU'RE SO CHEHEHEHEHEESY-- JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!" Shrimpo snorted

"Alright!" Finn chuckled, getting off to lay next to his best friend "You good?"

"Yeheah-... yeheheah I'm okay-..." Shrimpo chuckled, turning over on his back

"...BUT I'M NOT DONE!!" Shrimpo turned over and jabbed Finn in his ribs

"WAIT-- Nohohoho! S-Shrihihihimpo!" The fishbowl giggled out of surprise, holding Shrimpo's wrists

"Tickle tickle ya fuckin' joke machine..." Shrimpo grumbled and squeezed behind Finn's knee

"OHOHO-- WAHAHAHAIT! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!!" Finn squealed, his legs kicking a bit now

"Oh, how the tables have turned!"

"DOHOHON'T-- EHEHEHEHE!!" Finn squealed, covering his mouth

"Tickle tickle, Fishyyyy~" Shrimpo grinned evily

"STAHAHA-- OH MY GAHAHAD I'M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!"

"Shrimp happens... just roll with it."

"OHO MY GOD NOHOHOHO!!"

"What can I say? I'm shrimp-ly irresistible." Shrimpo fiegined his innocence with a small smile

"THIS IS SOHOHOHOHOHOHO COHOHOHOHOHORNY!! *hic* AAAHAHA!!" Finn laughed his poor head off

"YEAH! How does it feel?!" Shrimpo just laughed along.

🧡End💙

☆Srry about the delay yesterday:( I'll post another one to make up for it, my Sunflowers!★

☆Supposed to be posted on - 2/1/25★

[sturns-angel]

even when i’m not with you - m.s.

summary: while streaming, matt plays a song that secret!alt!gf showed him. when attempting to discretely shout her out for the music, he lets something slip. w/c: 1.1k no warnings! flufffff!

a/n: first postttt! i'm giggling and kicking my feet

my laptop is open and blasting music at full volume as i fold my clothes, cursing myself for letting it pile up this much. as i empty the basket of clothes, i hear my phone ping.

m🫀

streaming in 5 minutes if you wanna watch :)

i smile down at my phone and quickly text back, letting him know i’d definitely be watching.

matt and i have been dating for almost 6 months, but no one really knows. the only people that know are his brothers (obviously) and a few of our close friends. he likes to keep his personal life private and i don’t mind. of course, if he asked me to scream it from the rooftops i would do it without hesitation.

i quickly put my folded clothes away and put the basket back in the laundry room before rushing over to my laptop to log onto twitch.

i plop down on my bed, laying on my stomach and resting my chin in my hands.

“chattt!” chris’s scream blares through, causing me to wince a bit. “we’re back and we’re ready to have a fucking blast with you guys!” nick swats his hand towards his chest, hitting him lightly.

“stop fucking screaming, my god. not even a minute into this and we’re gonna get a noise complaint.” nick says, rolling his eyes.

my eyes fall to matt who is focused on the screen that sits right beside the camera, nibbling on his bottom lip. his attention is finally shifted as music starts to play and he readjusts his headphones.

“okay, what are we doing?” matt asks, looking over to his brothers who simply shrug in response.

“fortnite?” chris suggests and nick groans. “alright, what about fall guys?” he asks. they go back and forth for a minute, both of them getting increasingly annoyed.

my eyes stay fixed on matt who is reading chat, shouting out all the gifts, and pretty much just ignoring his brothers. i can’t help but laugh a bit when he looks up at the camera and rolls his eyes at chris and nick.

“fucking pick something! c’mon.” matt exclaims, throwing his hands up dramatically. chris and nick give each other a look before chris starts chuckling, mimicking matt’s previous dramatics.

“i don’t hear any suggestions coming from you, tough guy.” nick snaps back. “let’s just play dress to impress.”

after getting roblox pulled up, the boys switch seats leaving nick front and center to play first, chris right next to him, and matt sitting at the foot of his bed behind them. i shift around in my bed, leaning on my side and pulling my phone out of my pocket to mindlessly scroll through instagram.

about 15 minutes go by of the typical chaos that the boys create when i hear a familiar song start to play. i look back to the screen and see that it’s matt’s turn. i notice a small smile on his face as the song continues.

it’s a song i showed him the other day, even when i’m not with you by pierce the veil. we like some of the same music, but this side is usually something we don’t share an interest in. knowing that he liked it enough to add to his playlist makes my heart swell.

“matt, this outfit is making me nauseous.” nick grimaces at the screen and chris laughs, nodding his head to agree with nick.

“shut up. this is perfect.” matt mumbles. the time runs out and it goes to the judging. matt’s eyes scan chat and i can see a swarm of people freaking out over the song choice.

matt chuckles to himself and reads a chat out loud that was asking for the name of the song. “this is the song, chat.” he says as he drags the spotify tab into frame.

“yeah, matt’s been on that emo shit.” chris jokes. matt simply rolls his eyes and keeps reading the chat.

“as always, don’t listen to chris guys. a - um - a really good friend of mine showed me this song.” he fumbles on his words a bit and i can’t hold back the grin that creeps up. “yeah, i really like it so shout to them. love you-“ he abruptly stops and i feel my heart drop to my stomach. his eyes widen slightly, but enough for me to notice.

i know matt cares for me and i know he likes me, but we’ve never said that before. and now he’s just said it in front of thousands of people. obviously, they don’t understand the relevance of the moment, but i do. matt does. even his brothers.

they sit in silence for a couple seconds before matt quickly reaches forward and mutes his mic.

matt’s pov

“oh, my god.” i turn away from the monitors and look at chris who is now sporting a smug grin.

“what are you doing, idiot?” nick asks, pulling his hand up to cover his mouth, eyebrows furrowed together. chris falls back on to the bed, hiding his face in his hands as he laughs.

“what a romantic story!” chris exclaims between his laughter. “‘i told my girlfriend i love her for the first time over stream.’” he mocks.

nick stands up from his seat, shuffling out of the view of the camera as he doubles over in laughter.

“it’s not fucking funny, guys!” i argue, keeping my back turned to the camera. “she’s watching the stream, she definitely heard that!” chris takes a deep breath and finally sits up, shaking his head.

“maybe not. maybe she left the room or something.” he shrugs. i roll my eyes and let out a soft groan.

of course i love her. i really do, but this definitely isn’t the way i wanted to tell her that. i didn’t necessarily have a plan for telling her, but this… this way isn’t ideal.

“matt, you’re fine. we can just finish the stream then you can stress about you professing your love for your girlfriend to the internet.” nick says calmly, reaching over the desk and turning the mic back on. i let out a soft sigh and turn back to the screen, hesitantly looking over at the chat.

thankfully, no one caught on to what i had said and were only freaking out because we were muted. nick and i switch spots and i pull out my phone, contemplating if i should send some sort of explanation text.

what if i freaked her out? what if she thinks it's too early? i might've have just scared her away-

my heart stops when i see that she's texted me first.

doll🩶

i love you too :')

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

ik you get a whole bunch of plus size reader requests but they fuel my confidence so could i get a miles 42 x plus sized reader and him hyping up reader even when they're only wearing pjs or sweats. tysm in advance, i love your fics <33

(hello! Sure I can! Here ya go and I'm glad you like the others!) Taglist

Earth 42!Miles Morales x Plus!Size!Reader

Once again, he thinks you look amazing no matter your body type

He's not one to really like someone fully on looks

As long as he likes you as a person, loves you and you like the same for him, you're good

He likes how you look in anything though, especially something like like hugs you

Giggling and kicking his feet when you wear a tight sweater

A butt smacker for sure, just needed to include this

He'll defend you against anybody, especially someone who says shit about your looks

If anyone says anything on something you post or on the internet he doxxes them, just needed to say this

Or he'll build up your confidence

He loves making you feel pretty, confident and happy overall

Plus, he just likes seeing you feeling like that most of all and if he can help with it he will

He'll help you dress more confident in your body, especially if you think the only thing you can wear are baggy clothes

Or if you talk down on yourself he has none of it

He can't believe you think that stuff of yourself and whenever he heard it he is like

"Huh? No, nada de eso."

Man's feels offended for you

If you're trying clothes out in the mirror before you go out, and he sees an outfit he likes, you have his full attention

He's watching you try it out, as simply staring and admiring and if you say you don't look good in it he's like

"You look good, ma."

You didn't even know he was watching, probably just standing in the doorway, lewing against it and smiling while he was watching you

If you deny you look good the best thing he does is walk up to you, hug you from behind and kiss your jaw or shoulder while whispering everything he finds pretty about you and how you look in it

He just finds you so pretty, and the outfit compliments that

He'll buy you clothes he thinks you'll look good in whenever he's out just because, he thinks you look hot

He doesn't care really about you being plus size, think he enjoys it really

He likes a little squish, ya feel me?

He doesn't know why he just does

The feeling of just laying back on your stomach just makes him happy

If you ever feel down about your weight, or it's too much, he doesn't like it

Especially if you feel it's to much for him

One time he asked you to sit on his lap and you said it was too much

Boy was so offended like

"...Get over here."

Let him hug, hold you and kiss you man

He loves how you look so don't protest

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@mushystrawberries @sweetheartlizzie07 @itstooearly-its3am @Ihavetoexist @kaorussgf @samsketchezz @yas-v

[neighbourshouse]

Quality Time Pt.2 (WWDITS)

Nadja x Female Reader

Summary: Nadja wants to know more about you.

Warnings: Kissing, cursing, the usual Nadja. Mostly fluff.

Authors note: Hi guysssssss. Yeah. It's been a minute. I apologize. But I'm back! Please let me know if I should continue this series or stop and write something different. Or both! I also want to explore other characters from different shows, so keep an eye open...

Additionally, I heard the news. I can not bear this world anymore. Season 6 will be the last. I am praying that another network will pick the show up, it truly is so special.

Anyway, here's part two.

Pt. 1: https://www.tumblr.com/neighbourshouse/730947529425944576/quality-time-wwdits?source=share

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Much time had passed. Your heart swooned and so did hers, but neither of you knew that. She appreciated how you listened and your interest, you appreciated her wanting to spend time with you.

Nadja had been talking for a few hours now, the time being nearly 11 p.m. How could you complain, this could be the only time you ever get to spend with her.

She was so lost in thought that she unconsciously switched between running her fingers through your hair and playing with your hands. She was so cute, gaze wandering around the room as she spoke, still kicking her feet like a child.

Your eyes were growing heavy, but you didn’t want to stop listening. To try to get yourself to wake up you shifted to lying on your side, propping yourself up on your arm. 

Sleep was calling you, dragging its nails comfortably against your back.

Nadja had let her eyes fall back to your face, taking in your sleepy state. She slowly began to stop talking. 

“What’s wrong?” you said, confused. That made you brighten up.

Nadja could only smile, letting her hand wander to your hair again, combing it behind your ear. Her hand then softly cupped your cheek.

Yeah, you were definitely awake now.

“My love, I can see your eyes. Why so tired?”  Nadja rubbed her thumb over your cheekbone as a blush crossed your face.

“I’m sorry- I don’t mean to be. I swear I’m listening!” You began to wipe the leftover sleep from your eyes, trying not to smudge your eyeliner and mascara.

Nadja removed your hands from your face with her own, holding onto your wrists. Slowly, one at a time, she wiped residual makeup from under your eyes.

She had become so gentle with you; So gentle that you couldn’t tell who was the putty in the other’s hands.

She smiled at your dozy face. 

“Darling, it’s ok…lay back down and close your eyes if you would like.”

Your eyes flicked between hers.

“But I don’t want to…” you spoke quietly. You knew if you did what she said then she would leave. Sleep could wait for you.

“Baby I can tell you are oh so sleepy.” Her tone had become deep and sultry, a smirk threatened to grace her lips.

‘WHAT THE FUCK!’ you thought. You had butterflies in your stomach and why the word "baby"? She only used that with Lazslo.  But hey, who were you to question.

Your already pink cheeks flushed darker, telling Nadja what she was doing was working. You didn’t realize how close the two of you were the whole time; Your faces a few inches apart. She was staring into your eyes and you didn’t stop her, you knew you never could.

For a minute the two of you didn’t speak, sitting comfortably in each other’s silence. Nadja liked listening to you breathe.

“You know you’re quite pretty?” she said it so gently. Her gaze had flicked down to your lips and back to your eyes.

It felt like too much. You slowly turned your head away from her, hiding the grin that had spread on your lips. Nadja giggled slightly at this.

“let me see that pretty face….” With her one hand, she took your chin and guided you back to how you were before. 

"There it is..." She smirked. If flames could be moulded into hearts, that is what Nadja had behind her eyes.

You wanted what was happening to happen. You’d dreamed of it. But why? She had never shown you ANY sort of affection like this before. Did she feel she owed you for listening to her? Was this how she repaid you for your time? This is all you’ve ever wanted since the moment that you met, so why didn’t you just reach up and kiss her?

“Nadja…” 

“Yes?…” She had leaned even closer to you.

“Do you feel you owe me?”

“For what?” She still held her gentle tone.

“For listening to you….” Now you were being foolish. You have a beautiful woman sitting practically in your lap and you’re asking this shit? 

“No.”

“oh…why?”

She paused before responding, letting her eyes roam around your face briefly. 

“y/n, I can tell you are genuine. You have a good heart. Something I don’t have.” A hint of sadness passed through her voice.

You frowned. All you could think about was how good her heart was to you. You wish she didn’t think that.

You leaned forward and kissed her gently. Nadja closed her eyes and slightly moaned.

And then you pulled back.

Nadja opened her eyes. There was no sadness anymore, it had been replaced with adoration, maybe even something close to love.

She didn’t move. She didn’t fight to get more. She just admired you.

“Out of all the people I have ever been with- and I’ve been with quite a few-” You both giggled. 

“No one has…no one has been like this before.”

“Like what?” you say with a raise of a brow. You wanted her to finish her thought.

There was a long pause as she searched your eyes. 

“Like… they cared about me.” it was barely a whisper.

Your heart melted. 

“Nadja, how can I not care about you?” You whispered.

You didn’t think it was possible but a tear fell from her eye and onto your cheek. It felt cold against your warm skin.

A watery laugh escaped her as the hand that was still cupping your cheek wiped away the tear. Your frown had turned into a small smile with teary eyes.

Continuing, you spoke in a hushed tone.

“When I first met you, I thought you were going to kill me. You licked the side of my neck and thanked Guillermo for the snack...” Both of you laughed again. “And I wasn’t sure if you actually would kill me, or if I would live long enough to see how strong the feelings I have for you could get.” You stiffened at this. Well, you really let that one out, didn’t you? But Nadja didn’t draw away, she only caressed your cheek urging you to continue.

“As incredibly beautiful as you are, for anyone to not see past your beauty and admire your gorgeous mind and character, they are fools.” 

Nadja practically leaped forward, kissing you again. You broke for air, almost gasping, but she took that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. You couldn’t complain. She kissed you with so much passion, yet she was gentle.

Finally, you separated, letting air catch your lungs once again. Your hands had fallen to her hips as she straddled your lap. Her arms lazily flung around your shoulders, she played with your hair as she placed kisses all over your face. 

She stopped to look at you, your eyes meeting.

“So…” you said.

“So…” She mimicked, a big goofy grin planted on her face.

“What do we do now?” 

“Well, we could fuc-“

“No I mean-“ You cut her off before she could finish her sentence. Yes, what she was about to say was more than intriguing, but, you meant it more in the sense of ‘So, that happened, where do we go from here because you’re a vampire, I’m a mortal, and you have a husband.’ type of way.

“I know what you mean…” She said, her eyes lowering to her hands that played with the hem of your shirt.

“Y/n, I have lived for hundreds of years and have yet to experience someone like you. Yes, I have a husband who I love, but also, we both understand that we’re immortal and should be allowed to do what we please. I can love more than one person.”

She had looked back up at you but your eyes had now averted to where your hands lay; at her waist playing with the fabric of her dress.

You looked up meeting her gaze, thinking for a moment.

“Can I ask you a question?” You said gently.

“Of course my love.”

“Would you be interested in trying on some of my clothes?”

Nadja wore a puzzled look on her face.

“If we’re going to be doing this more often, then you’re gonna need to wear something a little lighter. I love your outfits but I’m not immortal and need my ribs.” you said.

She laughed. A genuine laugh.

“Yes it’s true, the dresses are very heavy.” 

“And you look beautiful in them.” 

Nadja blushes at your comment. She couldn’t help herself. Once again she grabbed your face -a little rougher this time- and planted a firm kiss on your lips.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Yes, I shall! Sakura, could you pleaaase write something for Ler Dazai! Many please and thank yous!

Ler!Dazai x gn!reader

I wrote this at 4 am bc I got hit with inspiration and lee mood go brr

Still, I hope you likey~

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Dazai x gn!reader (romantic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Dazai

Warnings: Tickles!

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You were currently at your shared apartment with Dazai, found laying on the bed on your stomach while scrolling on your phone and kicking your feet back and forward like a school girl.

Dazai walked into the scene, a smirk forming on his face. In a swift motion, he flopped himself down on top of you. His tall, slender body keeping you trapped.

"Gyah! D-Dazai?! What are you doing...?"

"I could ask you the same! Whatcha got there?~" he wrapped his arms snuggly along your waist, making you feel even more trapped and flustered. Your cheeks grew darker as he nodded over to what you were reading on your phone.

"Uhh... nothing?" you gave off a nervous smile. It didn't take a genius to know you were lying, or in this case, feeling too embarrassed to admit that you were reading tickle fanfiction of all things! Oh and to be caught in the act by your one and only suicidal maniac...

"Aww c'mon, it can't be THAT embarrassing~" he chuckled as he easily snatched your phone away, taking a glance at the screen. You quickly covered your face in pure embarrassment, not knowing how he'd react. After a moment, you heard another chuckle escape his lips, except it sounded more sinister. "Hehe~ Is my sweet belladona too embarrassed to ask me to tickle them?~" even though you couldn't see his face, you could clearly picture the teasy, smug look on it.

"It's not that hard! You just gotta say: "Dazai-kun, please tickle me!~" he snickered at his own dramatization. Then, he leaned down to whisper in a low voice near your ear "Besides... I'm sure you'd prefer the real thing instead of just reading it...~".

Before your brain could even process what just happened, his nimble fingers climbed up your sides, giving it light yet firm squeezes.

"GAH—!" you couldn't control the loud gasp that spilled out of your mouth. The touch causing you to squirm under him, not like you could get away anyways.

"Look at you, so sensitive~ It almost seems like you like it! Oh wait...~" he giggled along with you as his fingers glided all over your back, making you arch and squeal in ticklish glee.

"Nahaha! D-Dazahahai...!" your legs frantically kicked from behind. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved every moment of this. Your face fell on the mattress, trying to muffle all the funny sounds that escaped your lips. Although it just made Dazai want to tease you more.

"Oh? Did I hit a sensitive spot?~" he grinned cheekily as his short nails lightly scratched at your shoulder blades. Going all around them and making sure to go between them too.

"EEK—! PFFT! AHAHAHAHAHA!" you couldn't protest even if you wanted to. All that came out was that gorgeous, uncontrollable laughter as your body involuntarily jerked around underneath your partner.

"You seem to really like it here, I mean just listen to those squeals!~" with that, he dug in slightly harsher to intensify the sensation, chuckling when he got the desired sound he was looking for. He then went back to more light caresses, enjoying your quiet giggles and the way your body twitched with each touch.

"D-Dazai plehehease..." you felt your body go limp. Once he noticed you stopped struggling, he stopped his tickly assault and got off of you. He felt quite proud of his tickling skills when he saw your panting, red face.

"So... did you like that?~".

As you started to calm down, you looked up at him, although you quickly averted your gaze as the embarrassment started hitting once again. Still, you gave a shy nod to his question. He then gently grabbed your hand and looked at you with a more genuine, warm smile. "Hey... if you ever wanna be tickled again, don't be afraid to ask".

The gentleness in his voice managed to calm down your nerves a bit, but of course that didn't last long as he went back to his teasing self. "Besides, you're so adorable when you squirm like that~" he teased, playfully booping your nose.

That surely didn't go as you expected, but it sure was better than what you could've ever hoped for.

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I didnt proofread bc tired. I hope this is okay akdhskdhsjdb

[liviavanrouge]

Watching her Grow

"I'll blow up into smithereens"

Lilia: *Yawns, holding a newborn baby* Come on, Livy...

Livia: *Wails, her tail puffed up*

Lilia: Does poor baby have a stomach ache?

Livia: *Sniffles as he placed his hand on her stomach gently rubbing it*

Lilia: Oh, your tummy aches, don't worry Papa's got you...

Livia: *Yawns, falling asleep*

Lilia: There you go

"And spew my tiny symphony"

Livia(6 months): *Wobbles and rolls over onto her side*

Lilia: *Laughs* You'll get it! Come on, crawl to Papa!

Thea: *Helps Livia up, smiling* Go to Papa, hon

Lilia: Come here Livy, we gotta practice more before your siblings steal all the attention~~

Livia: *Babbles, wobbling as she crawled towards him but rolled over onto her back*

Lilia: *Laughs as the baby wailed, picking her up* It's alright! You're gonna learn to crawl!

???: Da!!

Lilia: *Chuckles, handing Livia to Thea* Uh oh, the others are up!

Livia: *Clings to Thea, falling asleep*

"All up and down a city street"

Livia(1): *Stares at Lilia then grabs a stool, standing up*

Lilia: AH MARIA!

Maria(2): *Hides behind Thea, giggling*

Lilia: Cheeky, cheeky~

Golden(3): *Sits with Silver sleeping against him* Da!

Lilia: *Perks up and turns around* Huh...

Livia: *Walks towards Lilia, beaming as she reached for him*

Lilia: *Beams, kneeling down, holding his hands out* COME HERE LIVY!

Livia: *Beams and falls forward, Lilia catching her* Baba!!

Lilia: *Laughs, hugging her* You did it! You reached Baba!

Thea: *Chuckles, cleaning Shadows cheek with her dress*

"While tryna put my mind at ease"

Livia(2): *Sits in Lilia's lap, staring at the book in his hands*

Lilia: *Chuckles* Our Livia is gonna grow up to love books!

Thea: *Chuckles in amusement* Oh dear, better get started on collecting books then

Lilia: *Chuckles looking at his wife* Gonna have to get a lot of them!

Thea: *Huffs, her hands on her hips* Oh hon!

Livia: Book! Book!

Lilia: Okay, Baba's gonna read the book!

"Like finishing this melody"

Silver(5): *Holds Livia's hand, walking beside her*

Livia(4): *Walks after him, a cast around her knee*

Lilia: Silver, what did I say? Livia can't be walking around like this...

Thea: *Sighs* No doubt Shadow encouraged this

Lilia: SHADOW!! Get your tail in here!

Livia: *Sits on a stool, Thea fixing her cast as Lilia scolded Shadow*

"This feels like a necessity"

Livia(6): *Lays on her stomach, kicking her feet as she read a book*

Sebek(6): What's that about, Livia!!?

Livia: Sebek..too loud, my ears..

Sebek: Ah, sorry...

Sebek: What's the book about?

Livia: A dragon who falls in love with a princess!

Sebek: Can I read too?

Livia: Of course!

"So this could be the death of me"

Livia(8): *Jumps on Malleus beaming* MAL MAL!!

Malleus: *Flinches in surprise, Livia pressing a kiss to his cheek* I will never get used to you doing that

Livia: *Giggles, beaming at him*

Malleus: *Chuckles* Be careful next time

Livia: *Beams* Sorry!

Malleus: *Sighs, smiling at her* Eat your lemon tarts

Livia: Thank you!

"Or maybe just a better me"

Livia(11): *Walks through her private library Malleus got her* Not here either

Sebek(11): *Looks at Livia as she rounded the corner, a book in hand*

Livia: AHHHHH! SEBEK!?

Sebek: I DIDN'T MEAN TO FRIGHTEN YOU!

Livia: *Touches her chest sighing* How'd you get in? There's a magic lock on the door!

Sebek: No there wasn't

Livia: Mal Mal placed it there himself! There was!

Sebek: Oh...the door was wide open

Livia: *Frowns, narrowing her eyes* ....the annoying senate...

"Now, come in with the timpanis"

Livia(12): *Frowns, her arms crossed over her chest*

Silver(13): What's the matter

Livia: What's Night Raven Collage?

Silver: An all boys school, place you should stay away from.

Livia: Eh?

Silver: Boys are bad.

Livia: You're a boy...

Silver: I'm an exception, I'm your brother.

Livia: I don't think that counts

Lilia: YES IT DOES!

Silver and Livia: *Laughs, smiling* Papa/Father!

"And take a shot of Hennessy"

Livia(13): *Eats her chocolate mousse, sitting across from Maleficia*

Maleficia: Your debut is gonna be held soon

Livia: *Beams, ignoring the senate's eyes on her* Oh yeah! I keep forgetting!

Maleficia: What would you like for your birthday?

Livia: It's uh....private...

Maleficia: *Beckons her over*

Livia: *Stands up and hurries over, leaning down*

Maleficia: *Perks up as Livia whispered the request into her ear*

Livia: I know it's silly!

Maleficia: That can be handled

Livia: *Stares then beams* THANK YOU GRAN GRAN!

Maleficia: Yes, yes, you're welcome

"I know I'm not there mentally"

Livia(14): *Beams, having a picture painted for her birthday*

Maleficia: *Stands beside Livia, smiling slightly*

Livia: *Beams, holding her parasol over their heads*

Painter: Finished! *Turns the painting around*

Maleficia: Beastie?

Livia: I love it! Papa said I'm gonna attend another school, so I'm gonna take this with me!

Maleficia: *Smiles, patting her head* Glad I could be of help

"But you could be the remedy"

Livia(16): *Laughs, walking with Kalim and Azul* That's silly!

Azul: *Chuckles* Floyd's silliness is handy at times

Kalim: *Beams, laughing* Yeah!

Livia: Wanna get permission to head down to the port?

Kalim: YES!

Azul: That sounds relaxing

Livia: Alright! Let's go then

Azul: *Grabs Livia's tail when she offered it to him*

Kalim: *Runs off cheering*

Livia: *Runs after him, pulling Azul after her so he can keep up* LET'S GO!!

"So let me play my violin for you"

Livia(17): *Stares at the applauding crowd, a crown on her head*

Malleus: *Holds his hand up* My heir, Livia Vanrouge, approved by both me and the queen!

Cater: *Laughs, taking photos* That's our girl!

Livia: *Looks at the senate and grins*

Lilia: Haha...she's still gonna mock and bully the senate though

Nilo: Good.

Lilia: *Stares at Livia, clapping* She's grown well...

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress

[byloesstuff]

shit here we go

Mezo Shoji - fem reader

one shot because i'm shit at writing long as stories ;-;

college au!

shoji and you had been high school sweethearts after he got the courage to ask you out for junior prom, 2-3 years later you both got accepted into the same college, he was helping you move into your dorm room. (she was roommates with other female student from UA, this may be fiction but i'm not gonna have them live in the same dorm because that just doesn't happen)

fluff!!🤍

-—-—-—-—-*_-<3

your roommate, Tokage Setsuna was nice enough to help you bring your several boxes of belongings to your shared dorm room, your boyfriend was supposed to help but he got wrapped up in the orientation that day since he hadn't been there to visit previously time while on the other hand you had.

"damn girl how much did you pack??"

Setsu questioned with a grunt as she plopped the heavy box on your side of the room.

you chuckled, placing down the smaller boxes on top of the one she placed down. "there was just a few things i wanted to be with me in college, nothing wrong with that."

you shrugged it off as you walked out of the room to grab another box from the back of your boyfriend's car, you guys drove 3 hours there together so you both had your belongings in the trunk (he maybe had a single duffel bag and two smaller boxes lmao). you used your quirk to lift an extra box as you grabbed a larger one with your hands.

quirk: gravity fluctuation. you can mess with the gravity of decently weighted objects, this quirk is more useful in rescue type hero work but can be used in combat situations, just involves a little more strategic movement. you can also move people, but heavier objects will cause intense headaches and sometimes fainting after straining to long to hold something up.

-

the both of you had finished bringing in your boxes of clothing, wall decor, books, etc.

Setsuna flopped over on her bed from exhaustion of carrying boxes up and down the stairs. you plopped on your bed and started going through your clothes as you heard a buzz from your phone

bizz-- bizz--

Mezo <3

finished orientation where r u?

you smiled looking down at the notification before picking your phone up and replying.

reader

in my room you should come by in a bit when i finish putting my clothes away, you can help me put up my wall decor! ^^

Shoji replied with a simple thumbs up emoji, you didn't even notice how giddy you were until you heard your roommate mock your current pose which was laying on your stomach and kicking your feet in the air behind you unironically and she laughed at how reacted at the small things your boyfriend did, endearingly of course, you giggled along with her before continuing to do your laundry.

-

-

a few hours had gone by and you had gotten most of your clothes put away, not without some struggle but Setsuna didn't mind helping you.

you just started opening one of the boxes that contained your posters when you heard a soft knock at the dorm door, your roommate slowly opened the door not expecting to be face to face with someone's torso, she looked up to see a slightly familiar face. you turned and saw your boyfriend who was barely reaching the top of the doorway with his head, you smiled as you ran over to the door and took his hand, leading him inside.

setsuna sat back down on her bed her face curious.

"so.. this is the one you were kicking your feet texting earlier?"

shoji looked down at you his eye squinted softly as his cheeks raised against his mask, he was smiling at you.

"of course it was, who else would i be texting?-"

you sighed before preparing yourself for introductions.

"M- Shoji this is Setsuna, Setsuna this is my boyfriend Shoji."

he nodded a welcome hello as she just gave an awkward thumbs up from her bed before going on her phone.

"don't worry she's not good at talking- anyway how was orientation mezo?"

they talked about each others day, the ups and downs and how they missed each other, of course setsu made a fake gag sound at the sappy talk, but you guys only laughed at it. the both of you started going through the boxes and going through posters and pictures.

shoji found a picture of the two of you that you guys had taken in a mall photo booth. in the first picture shoji's head was cut off the top because he didn't know where the camera at first and you were sat next to him laughing, the second picture you had pulled his head down to your level, your hand caressing his clothes cheek. the third picture you had surprised him with a kiss to his masked cheek, and what's even better is that in the last picture mezo had pulled his mask down and met your lips which very much surprised you, that was your guys first real kiss, before that you had been giving him pecks on his masked lips but you both will never forget that kiss and you're glad the both of you could relive that moment with this picture.

he tapped your shoulder and pointed to the picture in which you smiled at it. you looked up at him, slowly wrapping your arms around his middle in which he cocooned you in his webbed arms, you loved when he did this especially when it was freezing, he pecked the top of your head through his mask as you rested your head on his chest. setsu looked over to you and smiled before she coughed to get their attention.

"i'm gonna go grab dinner with some of my friends, ill leave you two some privacy, and ill bring back left overs."

she had slipped on her shoes and grabbed her phone before practically dashing out of the room.

-

you both laughed a little before you guys locked eyes again. when was the last time you both were in a room alone, your felt your heart flutter, you knew how lucky you were to be with him, yet he felt like you were so out of his league which you definitely reassured him you were not.

he slowly pulled down his mask and lowered his head down to your level, his arms still wrapped around you.

"looking at you like this, is my favorite thing, your beauty pains me, i know you rarely see me like this but i at least hope you feel something other then horrified when you see my face."

he had a shy smile as she chuckled, you gently caressed his scared cheeks whispering to him.

"i definitely am not terrified nor horrified of you Mezo, i think you are the prettiest thing."

his face after hearing that proved her right, he was perfectly imperfect and she loved how different he was, he may not think what she does about his face, she wished he did.

they were frozen there as if someone had paused a cheesy romance dvd. all of a sudden he gently lifted her off the ground, her legs dangled as he pressed one of the most softest, passionate kisses she had ever received, his hand placement made her want to melt like putty in his arms, his middle pair of arms secured around her middle, his top pair caressed her head, one of his hands holding the side of her face the other in her hair.

his bottom pair softly rested on the sides of her legs, his scared ridged lips slowly moved with your soft ones, yet you never felt anything as soft as this in your life. your arms wrapped around his neck as you tilted into him lovingly, his body reacting by squeezing you lightly.

-

this had gone on for a couple minutes before he gently pulled back, both of your cheeks flushed as your hearts thumped against each other, it's been a while since you guys could've really get lost in each other like that, and you guys know you'll be doing that again soon. he gently put you back down on the ground.

both of your eyes had stayed locked on each other since they reopened, there was a comfortable silence before he spoke.

"we should probably get started on those wall decorations."

the both of you chuckled wholeheartedly.

-

AFTER NOTE-

AAAA I SPENT LIKE AN HOUR WRITING THIS ITS LIKE 3 AM PLEASE GIVE FEED BACK I HAVE NOT WRITTEN IN A VERY LONG TIME^^

also look at this stinkin cute artwork vv

[kazimakuwabara]

Banter

Summary: Team Urameshi gets into a bit of trouble, and do what they do best. Argue. And while it may look like all the team does is argue, enemies should beware that if they truly try to threaten one of their own... well they'll find out what else Team Urameshi is good at. (2k+, drama, friendship, hurt/comfort)

***

"I would like to get out of the cage, now!"

"We're trying to get to you!"

"Try harder!"

"Kuwabara, Shut up!"

"You shut up!"

Kuwabara kicked his feet against the blackened bars of the cage he was currently huddled in. It was not a very big cage, with only enough room for Kuwabara to sit or lay down. The cage didn't seem very strong either, with its deceptively thin bars, and wide gaps. But since being forced into the damned thing, Kazuma Kuwabara had become sluggish. He can't feel his own Reiki, let alone his friends, engaged in battle several yards away. He also can't sense the strength of the demon, who is lying atop Kuwabara's cage like a stretched out cat, lazily watching Kuwabara's friends fight off his hoard of cronies.

"You all fight so well... are you sure you don't want to come work for me?" the red-skinned demon asked, a forked tail lazily swishing behind him as he watched Hiei cleave someone in half.

"Not interested!" Yusuke snaps. He points a finger at the demon, "You just wait until I get over there, bud! I'm gonna rip your tail off and strangle you with it until your head pops off!"

"My, how exciting!" The demon giggles, flashing a fanged smile. He rolls on his stomach and reached a hand through the bars of the cage, stroking long thin fingers through Kuwabara's mussed hair, "Your friends are so amusing."

"Quit touching me!" Kuwabara yowls, flopping onto his back in an effort to get away from the demon's fingers.

Kuwabara's resistance only seemed to further amuse the demon, who shifted his full attention to the frustrated man. Sticking both arms in the cage, the demon tried to find purchase against Kuwabara's body, the weakened human swatting the searching hands with what must have been the strength of a child against an adult.

"Keep off me, creep show!" Kuwabara yowled, hissing as the demon caught his cheek between his thumb and index finger, giving it a little playful pinch.

"Guys! Can you hurry it up?! This dude's weird!" Kuwabara shouted, squawking as the demon moved from his cheek, to tweak his nose, "Cut it out!"

"Why don't you get your own human?" Hiei calls out as he rips his bloodied sword out of an enemy's stomach, and through another one's throat.

"Yes, that one is ours!" Kurama agrees, voice laced with deep irritation.

"I am not a pet!" Kuwabara shouts out, swearing as his amused captor traces a claw down the shell of his ear.

"Well, you're either our pet or his pet! You better pick one, Kuwabara!" Yusuke snaps, firing a shot-gun blast of energy into the final wave of enemies.

"Yeah, how about, I'm no one's pet? How about, I'm your friend and teammate-How about that!?" Kuwabara shouts kicking his feet against the top of the cage, the demon, still lounging atop his cage, laughing at his efforts.

"Really if I had time to take you all home with me, I would. All of you are so delightful," the red-skinned demon simpered, "But I'm not looking for a group of comedians. It's getting time for me to go."

Rolling off the cage, the demon landed gracefully and silently on the ground. A fresh wave of enemies crowded around Yusuke, Kurama, and Hiei, clearly redoubling their efforts to keep Kuwabara's friends at bay. With his palms pressed against carved-out runes in the cavern wall, the red-skinned demon muttered a series of strange words. He removed his hands as the runes slowly started to light up, and that light began to form what appeared to be a doorway. Smiling over his shoulder, the demon announced, "Well, I'll be going soon. Kuwabara, we have about three minutes before the gateway opens."

"Oh my God, this guy is taking me to his home to be his fucking house cat!" Kuwabara moaned, banging his face repeatedly against the bars in protest.

"Kazuma, don't do that. You're going to hurt your head, and we really might need you at your best!" Kurama called out to him, struggling against three hulking demons who were trying to press him back.

"Bye Kuwabara, it's not been a pleasure. But I did know you," Hiei calls out, grinning with his own amusement.

"This is fucking endless!" Yusuke shouted, not taking part in teasing Kuwabara. A bit of real panic was starting to set in at the sheer number of foes keeping him separated from his best friend.

Kuwabara took a breath to shout something else out at his team when the demon appears in front of the cage in a low squat. Quicker than he had before, his hand reached through the bars of the strange cage and caught Kuwabara by the throat. Kuwabara made a garbled choking sound and glared into the face of the enemy who'd caught him.

"B-Bastard!" Kuwabara eventually managed, defiance burning in his eyes.

"I'm not taking you to be a house cat," the demon purred, his forked tail lazily swishing behind him in steady sweeps. "I'm going to give you a much higher position than that. I'll be adding you my harem."

Kuwabara choked, trying to pull away from the hand that kept a steady grip on his throat, "Your... what?"

The demon's tail swished faster, "My harem. You're quite interesting... such a strong human with incredible spiritual awareness. And what a nice body too..." The demon reached his other hand through the cage and stroked a hand down the back of Kuwabara's head. He tugged affectionately at one of Kuwabara's curls, before his hand slid down his neck, over his collarbone, and down to the front of Kuwabara's shirt.

The demon grinned, and pulled, ripping Kuwabara's shirt away as easy as tissue, a started cry unwitting wringing out Kuwabara's throat. The demon smiled at Kuwabara's momentary outburst of terror, and that same smile only grew as Kuwabara forced his fear down in favor of presenting another hateful glare.

"You're just so cute. Acting like you're an equal with demons... hanging around them like you could ever be one of them," The demon teased, his hand trailing back up to Kuwabara's chest to trace a smattering of scars over his heart, "You are indeed powerful, and while that is admirable, you clearly need to be taught where you fall in the food chain. And since you're awfully strong, and your body is my type, I'll be more than happy enough to teach you. And if you behave, I promise you'll even come to enjoy it."

Gripping Kuwabara's hair hard, he pressed Kuwabara against the bars, Kuwabara struggling with futile effort to pull away. With a curse, Kuwabara's cheek was pressed into the bar of the cage, and the demon drew close, pressing his nose to Kuwabara's chin. He inhaled, long and loud, Kuwabara squirming uncomfortably as the demon took in his scent.

"Stop it!" Kuwabara shouted, hissing and grunting as his face was pressed into the space of the bars, growling as the demon tilted towards him. He kissed Kuwabara's chin, and trailed upwards, laughing a little as Kuwabara drew his own lips into his mouth. Underneath Kuwabara's panic, he became aware that the sounds of his friends battling, had stopped.

"Oh, that's so cute! Refusing to kiss me? Well, you won't have a say-"

The demon is cut off, as Yusuke Urameshi, buries his foot so hard and so far up his ass, that surely his tailbone has been turned to dust, and his asshole is ruptured. The demon is ripped away from the cage and sent flying, his claws leaving bleeding cuts against Kuwabara's neck and chest.

Kuwabara lets out an anxious, and relieved gasp as Kurama, Hiei, and Yusuke stand and take stock over their captured friend. Kuwabara looks back at them, shaken from the struggle he's just endured, and startled by the amount of viscera his comrades are coated with. Something had motivated them to make quick work of their enemies. Kuwabara's tattered state sends a ripple of hate and anger through their eyes, and Yusuke is the first to tear away from the group, shouting after the demon he'd kicked like a soccer ball.

"Hey, you red-assed piece of shit! I'm about to make good on that promise I said about your tail!"

"Kazuma, can you lie flat please?" Kurama asked, voice cold as he withdrew his whip, "I'll have you out of there in a moment."

Kuwabara, uncharacteristically quiet but too weary to force any words, drops flat down in the cage, his hands lacing over his head to protect it. He feels a wind whip over his body, and then hears the sound of the cage falling to pieces around him. He jumps as a hand grabs his arms, and looks up at Hiei, his expression unreadable as he starts to tug Kuwabara up and away from the ruined cage.

Kuwabara is shaky on his feet, adrenaline and fear mixing in an awful crash inside his body, so he does not pull away from Hiei's firm grip. Hiei is steady, firm, and surprisingly gentle, as he pulls Kuwabara from the remains, and guides him to sit down on a nearby rock. Kuwabara breathes a sigh of relief, as distance from the cage, seems to release whatever constraint it had on his Reiki. It's a comfort to have his power return to him.

Hiei looks at Kuwabara, taking in his torn shirt, and the seeping wounds the demon had left behind on him. Uncomfortable, Kuwabara presses the torn fabric against his chest, covering a part of himself up that he had never minded showing before. Kuwabara clears his throat and laughs a weak, "I'm fine."

Hiei's red eyes snap to Kuwabara's face, his expression stony. A line forms by his mouth, and his eyes narrow; a sign that he is clenching his jaw too tight. Hiei says nothing else but turns to where Yusuke is, currently beating the shit out of the red-skinned demon, who howls like a dying beast. Hiei withdraws his sword and disappears with that unmatched speed Kuwabara's spiritual awareness can't always keep track of.

Kurama looks over at where Yusuke and Hiei are handling their enemy, takes a steady breath, and kneels before Kuwabara, giving him his full attention, "Let me help with your wounds, alright?"

"It's not too bad. His claws got me when Urameshi kicked the fucker away!" Kuwabara says, his smile a little more sincere, even if his words wobble.

Kurama places gentle hands on Kuwabara's forearm, "The shirt is ruined... shall we use it for bandages? Will that be okay?"

He pierces Kuwabara with a kind green gaze, ready to do whatever Kuwabara needed.

Kuwabara placed a hand on Kurama's, pressing the hand against his arm. He means to answer, but he can't find them. Instead, he keeps ahold of Kurama's hand, using the fox's touch to ground him.

Kurama smiles understandingly, "We can wait a minute."

Kuwabara nods, and the pair sit in silence, watching as the red-skinned demon faces a terrible thrashing at the hands of Yusuke and Hiei. When a few minutes pass and the demon is howling apologies, and pleading for his torment to stop, Kuwabara lets the unsettled, terrified feeling fall away from him.

Kuwabara smiles at Kurama, "Knew you guys would get to me."

Kurama returns the grin, "Of course! You didn't have any doubts did you?"

Kuwabara rips the rest of his ruined shirt off, and passes it to Kurama, who immediately starts tearing strips for bandages. Kuwabara inhales and lets out one last shaky exhale. He smiles, wide and as bright as the sun, "Ah, maybe a little! But even if he made off with me, I knew you guys would come to get me."

"He wouldn't have gotten that far," Kurama says, seriously. A promise that had another meaning. A callback to a past, when Kuwabara had been taken from their sight. Kurama ties off the first set of bandages around Kuwabara's throat, "Never again will someone drag you off like that, understand?"

Kuwabara nods, swallowing past a bubble of unspoken fear. To shift the atmosphere, he complains, "If he hadn't used that weird cage on me, I woulda kicked his ass!"

"You always have an excuse for your own screw-ups, don't you?" Hiei sniffs, as he rejoins the group. He is bloody, though it is not his. He uses his cloak to clean his hands before pressing the back of his knuckles against Kuwabara's cheek. A silent check-in.

Kuwabara briefly presses his cheek against Hiei's hand, a signal that everything is alright. And then Hiei drops his hand, and Kuwabara lifts his arms so Kurama can wrap his chest, and it is like the moment between Hiei and Kuwabara never happened. The moment will go unspoken of.

"Seriously! I coulda taken him if he hadn't gotten the jump on me! I swear, all the demon bad guys do this to me, cuz they don't want their ass whooped by a human!" Kuwabara huffs, complaining loudly.

Yusuke joins them, dropping the head of the red-skinned demon and his tail, just behind a rock and out of Kuwabara's sight. His eyes are a little feral and glimmer with a speck of golden energy. He scans Kuwabara over and waits for Kurama to be done with the bandages, before he throws himself at Kuwabara, knocking the man flat on his back.

"Goddammit, Urameshi!" Kuwabara snaps, flat on his back with his best friend wrapped around him in a protective strange hold. Yusuke clearly wants to put Kuwabara into a headlock, or even dig an elbow into Kuwabara's ribs, but Yusuke is too aware of Kuwabara's injuries. So instead, Yusuke just drapes himself like a heavy blanket around Kuwabara.

"You idiot," Yusuke grumbles, his voice sulky, and worried, "Are you alright?"

A flat look of irritation crosses Kuwabara's face as he thinks of pointing out that his injuries had just been wrapped up before Yusuke sacked him to the ground. But he lets the irritation pass and drapes an arm around Yusuke's shoulders. Kurama and Hiei lean over the pair, taking up Kuwabara's field of vision, wearing vastly different expressions that somehow mean the same thing.

They were worried about him, and they care about him.

With knowledge of this group's care, Kuwabara will be just fine.

Kuwabara grins for the trio to see, "Yeah, I'm fine. Everything is good."

End

[writing-with-moss]

Kinktober 11- Praise

Authors note: Yes I know, two OC centered kinktobers in a row but I have Cameron brain rot and ur gonna fucking like it and eat it all okay? Also I need to be on a honeymoon with this man so that too

Cameron Sinclair x F!wife!reader

@valscodblog + @xena-lilac-winters + @seconds-on-the-clock + @skauni

CW/TW: Praise, hot tub sex, established relationship and marriage, y'all are so in love, hickies, some groping

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!

"You go head up to our room, I'll get our bags and get set up at the check in desk okay babe?" Cameron called to you from the car. His giant hulking frame grabbing the bags you had packed.

It was finally your honeymoon. After so long, you were married. Cameron was really your husband. It had been 2 days after the wedding and you're still reeling.

Hes...your...husband.

You walked through the resort, the salty air thick in your throat. You've always loved the beach, and Cameron decided this was gonna be the perfect treat. A relaxing get away from the chaotic life of having a werewolf for a lover. (The pack was...interesting to say the least. But they warmed up to you in due time. Well, most of them.)

You entered the front of the giant hotel, the cold air conditioning a stark difference from the moist outside. Causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You fumbled for the key. Room 309, third floor with a beach side view. And a personal hot tub which Cameron made a lot of emphasis on.

You got into the hotel room, falling onto the cold fluffy bed with a groan. God it felt good to lay down after sitting in an airplane for hours and then a car. Your back aching and throbbing.

You glance around the room. Damn, Cameron had taste. You kicked off your flip flops, feeling the carpet under your toes. Stretching out happily, as you nuzzled into the bed. The covers slightly scratchy against your cheek.

"Comfy huh?" A deep southern accent comes in front the doorway as Cameron comes in, tossing the bags in the hallway and stalking towards you.

"Mhmm...you have good taste baby." You look up and he pecks a kiss into your lips. Smiling against you as his thick fingers brush through your hair.

"I'm just glad you like it." His hand slides down to grope your ass and you swat at him. A smirk playing on his lips as he walks towards the windows.

"Perv." You grumble and he shrugs.

"Ya love it." You sit up, tilting your head and watching him move. His broad back flexing and moving with every slight movement from him. Your bare feet padding across the floor to slide your hands up his back. Feeling the firm muscles under your palms. His giant body leaning against you, humming in contentment. "...you're such a beautiful woman ya know that?"

You giggle, kissing his jaw, causing a shiver to run up his spine. "You say that everyday."

"Well it's true." He turns to face you, his large hands settling on your hips and kissing your forehead. "You are such a gorgeous woman and-" You kiss up his Adams apple and he chuckles. "-you're a fuckin tease too.."

You smirk against his warm skin, breathing gently against his thumping jugular. "Yeah?" You murmur, rubbing his sides.

He weakly laughs. "We still gotta explore baby...but...I will treasure you tonight. My wife."

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Your weary body stumbled into the hotel room, throwing your shirt aside as you groaned. An ache starts to settle into your muscles, exhaustion clinging to your mind and your stomach uncomfortably full. "Fuck that dinner was good-"

Cameron closes the door behind him, chuckling as he rubs your hips. "Only the best for you." He murmurs, kissing your temple gently. "Wanna bath?"

You nod, rubbing your eyes. "God a bath sounds like heaven right now...I wanna be in the hot tub, oooh that sounds nice right now."

He smirks against your hair, humming softly. "You go get undressed. I'll go get your things from the bag."

"You're gonna shower with me?" You perk up, slowly remembering what he told you earlier that day. A flush starting to coat your cheeks. Making love with Cameron was different from your other sexual escapades, a lot more attentive and sweet. Rather than those fast quickies and rough fucks, Cameron tended to savor sex, savor your body.

And man did the thought of that turn you on.

"Of course I am. Now get your ass into the bathroom-" He pecks another kiss to your cheek. "Gotta grab some things"

You kick off your flip flops with barely concealed excitement, quickly walking to the bathroom with a giggle about to erupt from your chest. Off came the tank top and shorts, desperate to get that stupid bra off and tossing your underwear aside.

You glanced in the mirror, staring at your naked body before turning back to the hot tub. Flipping on the hot tub, and letting the hot bath water pool into the tub. Warm and steamy, it filled your nose and covered the mirror.

And then Cameron came in, in his birthday suit. Which was a pleasant surprise. His broad shoulders rolling back. "You look beautiful darlin."

You blush, shaking your head and looking away. "Please I'm a mess-" He quiets you with a kiss, his lips soft against yours as he gently brings you to the bathtub.

"Shh...You're such a pretty girl." He murmurs, the warm water hitting your body. Shivers running up your spine. Eyes fluttering softly as your arms wrap around his body, breathing against his lips.

His rough hands squeeze your thighs, tracing his lips down your body. "Say it. Say you're a pretty girl." He murmurs.

Warmth pools into your belly, swallowing thickly as you stutter out. "I- I'm a pretty girl..."

"Good...Good." He murmurs, tapping on your knees. "Spread your legs baby." When you follow his command he drawls out a 'good girl' that makes your thighs shake.

You swallow thickly, his hands moving under the water to touch your body, caressing your skin. "And our safe words?" He tilts his head, smiling.

"Green, if everything is okay. Red, if something bad is happening." He nods, pulling you up into his lap. It was a little awkward, but you settled. Your breasts pressed up against his chest. The warm water drips down both of your bodies.

"See? Look at you, following what I say so well. M'so proud of you." He whispers against your ear, shifting you in his lap. "Gonna take all of me tonight?"

You nod, spreading your legs a bit. Feet awkwardly planted on the tub floor, trying to get a good angle. His tip brushes against your clit, swallowing thickly as a whine escapes your lips.

"There...we go-" He sighs out, groaning as you start to sink down on his achy cock, tip red and flushed. You huff, feeling him stretch your cunt out, your thighs burning with having to hold yourself up.

he gently bites down on your breasts, kitten licking your dripping skin. Hissing every time you clench around him, every vein pulsing against your bumpy insides. "There ya go...so wet for me? Fuckin' suckin' my cock in huh?" He weakly laughs.

Soft bruises begin to bloom across your tits as you sink down farther. "God you feel...so good. " He practically moans in your ear, bucking his hips up slightly as his head lolls back, hands gripping your hips tighter as you slide down another few inches. Practically feeling him in your stomach. "...You're so fuckin' good for me..."

You whine, feeling yourself bottom out. His stomach brushing against yours, a thick patch of hair tickling your clit. "I- I am?"

He lazily nods, rolling his hips as he grabs anywhere he can. "So fuckin good for me. God I feel like i'm gonna cum just...from this-" He buries his face into your neck, his hands finally resting on your waist.

You swallow thickly, feeling the coil start to tighten in your stomach as you bounced along him, walls dragging across his shaft.

his hands hot and heavy on your body, kisses desperate and moist as he bounces you on his dick, the water slapping against your bodies, grinding. Tits pressed up against his chest, his tongue running up your jugular.

your hands rest on his shoulders, thighs burning with your movements, already feeling tired. Your head resting against his.

“fuck y’a feel so…good-“ he moans in your ear, his grip tightening as he guides your movements. “Gonna make me cum. Always make me cum. Fuckin…beautiful woman.”

The coil inside of you tightens, tightens, tightens, and then snaps suddenly. Waves of pleasure crashing into you like the water on a beach. Sweat salty like the sands. His body shuddering as he finishes, shakily holding you close.

“…probably should drain the water yeah?” He laughs. “How you feeling baby?”

“…green. Very very green.”

AN: sorry for the abrupt end it was getting too long and I’m impatient 😭

[sio-writes]

Botanist's Guide - Chapter 13

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Summary: Cassandra Rowland, PhD, finally has the chance to work on an experiment that really matters: growing Earth crops on another planet. But too many overdue reports and marked failures have put her in hot water with the board, and this is her last chance at redemption. So when she finds herself railroaded by a seven foot tall, glowing alien named Kri, it won’t be as easy as sticking some seeds in the soil and running them under the tap. Tack on the looming repossession of her lab contingent on her success in Kri’s reports, and Cassie realizes she may have her work cut out for her.

"Here we lay to rest Emmie Rowland, loving family member, faithful friend, and one hell of a musician. One can only hope that her little electronic soul reaches that big headphone jack in the sky."

With that, I tip my palms down, releasing Emmie into the trash compactor. I cringe at the crunching sound of the steel blades, and watch solemnly as her bright silver case, now shredded to pieces, makes its way down the assembly line and towards the compactor. There, she'll be melted down at 400℃ and repurposed into a non load-bearing beam for the Archive Expansion project. Maybe some of the music will make its way there through osmosis and I'll have something to listen to in five years.

Beside me, Kri rests a heavy hand on my shoulder. "Is this headphone jack in the sky part of that heaven place you've mentioned?"

"Yeah," I sniff. "MP3 player heaven." I bump my chest with my fist and point to the ceiling. "She's rockin' with the angels now."

Kri follows my hand with his eyes like he can see through the ceiling. "Are there other electronic devices there as well?"

"It's not that deep, hun," Jillie says, patting Kri on the bicep. "Cass' just being dramatic."

I turn to them, choosing to ignore that last comment out of respect for Emmie, and blow a huge breath through my mouth. "Alright, time to work."

The funeral had been a pit stop on the way to the lab, a necessary one, but still out of the way. As we walk down the hallway and back towards the lab, I realize there's a lightness to my steps that hasn't been here since I landed. I'm excited, energized, I'm looking forward to the week ahead. The plants have been great, my mood has been lifted, and I feel like I could skip to the moon and back, and I think I know the main reason why.

I have a boyfriend now. Even thinking that to myself makes me want to giggle behind my hand. It's been years since I've been able to say that, and this bubbly feeling that wells up in my stomach like soda and pulls my attention to the alien at my side. I thought I was hyper-aware of his presence before, but now it feels like we're magnets, constantly circling but never touching, and the closer we get, that harder it is to pull away.

The weekend was a long enough time for the information to really set in, long enough for me to rope in Jillie over lunch and then stare at the ceiling without feeling guilt as I thought of Kri with my hand down my pants. Even seeing him this morning kick started something in my body, it wasn't purely sexual, although that was definitely part of it, but I just want to be near him. I want to sit in his lap and twirl my hair in my fingers as he feeds me grapes.

I start to reach for his hand as we get closer to the lab, but the sight of my mailbox outside my door has me nearly tripping over my own feet. Sitting in the plastic file-folder outside my door, is an envelope. It's standard paper, with a green seal on the back, with the simple swirling logo of the Outpost. I flip the envelope over and the logo is repeated on the return address, right above my printed name. It's my Milestone results.

"Fuck."

Jillie steps behind me and snorts. "What, door stuck again?"

I hold up the envelope, and her eyes go wide. "Shit."

The energy I felt before leaves me in a rush, replaced with anxiety and dread. The sunshine and rainbows I'd felt on the way over have turned into a thunderstorm.

I press my hand to the lock, trying to keep my shaking under control. We all step into the lab, and I make a beeline for my desk, collapsing into my chair before my legs give out.

I thrust the envelope into Jillie's hands. "You read it."

Jillie looks down at my hands, her own facing me and not taking the damn letter. She raises her eyebrows. "You want me to read it."

I pull my hand back and groan, my head falling to the desk with a thunk. "No! Yes. Maybe?" I groan again,  rolling my head back and forth.

Kri speaks up quietly, "Would you like me to leave?"

I wave him off with my free hand. "No, no, stay." If I don't open the letter, then I can't fail, right? No, they'll just come to repossess everything out of the blue one day. 

With a heaving sigh, I sit upright again, resting my elbows on the table, and open the envelope.

Salutations Dr. Cassandra Rowland,

On behalf of the Life Science and Biology Committee of XR239-7B, "Summanus," we want to thank you for your time, and commend you on your exemplary research in bringing a new form of sustainability to humanity's continuous efforts on our second home. Your proposal is just one of many that has been submitted to the board, requiring careful consideration in regards to funding and resource allocation. 

Given the circumstances surrounding this particular proposal, including but not limited to your formal audit, your punctuality, and past budget concerns, we regret to inform you that your proposal was not selected for continued funding. You are welcome to full use of the facilities until the end-use date in your rent agreement, however after this date the Scientific Committee will be reassigning your laboratory as well as greenhouse section #189-04, and your role as Lead Research Scientist will be terminated August 13th, 2085. Please note that this is not a termination of your residence at Outpost #3, however you are encouraged to seek other career opportunities at this time, but please note that if you are unemployed for a period exceeding 100 consecutive days following your termination, your residency will be put under review.

We want to thank you for all the work that you've done in expanding humanity's knowledge, and we hope you continue to push yourself in all that you do.

Sincerely,

The Scientific Community of Summanus

I read it again. And again. And again. I read it until the words blur out of focus, jumbled on the page and I'm not crying, but I feel the sting of tears through my nose that tells me they're on the way. I hand the letter to Jillie, noting the uptick of my pulse in my ears. I make a mental note to slow my breathing as a panic attack pushes at my ribcage. It’s not going to overshadow this.

Jillie pulls me out of the fog when she says, “Oh no, hun I’m so sorry."

This is the worst possible news I could've gotten. I've received the worst outcome. All my experiments, all the writing, the planting, the watering and the documenting, was all for nothing.

Above me, Jillie clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me! Just like that and it’s gone?! They didn’t even give us a warning!”

“I think Kri was the warning,” I gesture with my head to Kri, and Jillie whirls on him.

“Your stupid report got us fired!”

Kri straightens, shoulders set back. “I wrote quite favorably, as a matter of fact.”

Jillie scoffs. “Right, is that why you gave Cass all those corrections?”

“In the beginning, yes, but it was unnecessary after the first several weeks. I can provide you with the report if—“

“Screw you!” Jillie snaps. “Because of you, we lost—“

“Jill, calm down,” I say as I rub my temples. Her yelling isn’t helping, the only thing it’s doing is ramping up my anxiety like a pressure gauge. But strangely enough, I’m still calm, physically. No panic, no rapid heartbeat, no heavy breathing. Only a crystal clear view of my next steps. 

The plants need to be relocated, and I need to clear out the lab as well as the greenhouse, which includes sorting the plants in there too, otherwise the cleaning crew will toss everything in the garbage. I need to clean the lab and register all the equipment back to the department, and make a record of what was done and add it to the Archive.

“It’s not his fault,” I continue. “It’s mine.” Saying it out loud feels like a blow to the chest, and my next inhale is shaky, but I can’t cry now, I have shit to do.

“It’s not you, hun,” Jillie says. She rounds my desk and wraps her arms over my shoulders. “It’s the stupid board that didn’t give you enough time.”

I want to argue, to clarify that it was my shoddy experiments that landed me the audit in the first place, but instead I hug her back the best I can, and she squeezes me harder than she did on launch day. It feels like permission to be emotional, but I tamp it down. Breaking down won’t solve anything.

Kri steps around the other side of my desk and rests a hand on my shoulder, rubbing his thumb back and forth. I could use one of his stellar hugs, but I think if he did I’d definitely burst into tears. I rest my hand over his, and he stacks another hand on top of mine, sandwiching my palm in warmth.

After a long, quiet moment, I say, “We need to move the plants.”

Jillie huffs, her breath ghosting over my face. "You need to take the day off."

I huff back. "If I take the day off, I'm not going to get anything done."

"That's kind of the point of taking the day," she says. She rubs my back for emphasis, then stands upright again. She examines my face, but I hold firm. If I go home now, I'm going to fall into a bottle of tequila for sure, and then the both of them would worry about me, which in turn would make me feel even worse. 

I have my list of things to do, and if I wait any longer to get them done, I’m going to turn into sludge, melting so bad I can’t lift a finger to help. So what I need now is a sufficient distraction until the gravity of this news hits me like a truck, and then I can go home and have my breakdown in peace. It's a far from perfect system, but it's the only one where I come out feeling like a person instead of a burden, maintaining some form of control over the situation that's taking everything away from me.

I take a deep breath through my nose. If I put on a smile it will set off alarm bells, so I school my face into something neutral. "I'm not gonna lie, I feel like shit. But getting things sorted before I'm too depressed to function will ease my conscience."

Jillie purses her lips, unconvinced, and her gaze slides to Kri for validation. I can't see his face, but he gently squeezes my shoulder again and silently communicates something to Jillie that has her nodding.

"Let's grab the greenhouse first."

***

I don't acknowledge that this could be my last trip to the greenhouse, I don't even think it. We're just here to grab the plants and then go. I'll be back, eventually.

It hasn't quite hit yet, the decision to boot me. It sits heavy in the back of my mind, ready to spill over at any minute. I feel like I'm mitigating a breakdown that might never come, watching a pot that will never boil. 

It leaves me quietly simmering away, with thoughts rising to the surface just long enough to make itself known before sinking back down. 

The walk outside feels surreal. The weather is clear, the Summanian-Sun high in the sky and there's foot traffic that comes with the high-population scientific Outpost. The more people we pass, the more I feel like everyone knows. They know I failed, they know I’m on my way to cleaning out the greenhouse, they know and they’re judging my every step. And I know it’s dumb, I know it’s irrational, but I’m still anxious.

Jillie pulls me aside and ropes her arm through mine. "I called for help, I hope you don't mind."

"As long as it's not Stephen," I say, focused entirely on how my hands are clenched in my jeans pockets. Is it too much, or are my fists making weird shapes? It’s the only thing I can focus on without wanting to scream.

I can hear Stephen’s stupid tsk! in the back of my mind now. The one he makes whenever something isn’t up to par, like my outfit, or our sex, or this review. I half expect him to waltz up right now, bragging about the thousands of dollars he just racked up for his next experiment. Shaking my head only blurs the image, as opposed to falling away like I'd wanted it to. That tsk reverberates in my head again, punctuating my brain like a skipping stone along the water.

“Cass, are you sure you’re alright?” Jillie asks for the third time since we left the lab. 

Each time she asks it’s another blow to the fortified wall I’ve put up, and I wish she’d stop asking because if she does, I may collapse. It's time to be a robot. Beep bop boop. I take a deep breath through my nose, holding at the top, and breathing out. “I’ll be okay.”

“That…doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Nor I,” Kri mutters behind us.

“I’ve already told you,” I steamroll forward. “You can both coddle me after we get something done.”

"I guess distractions are how some people cope too," Jillie mutters. 

It's a small blessing that the greenhouse doors open when I scan my palm. My section hasn't been ransacked or destroyed. Everything is exactly how I left it. 

The easiest to decide on are the non-starters, the seeds that never made it out of the ground. We only need to empty the dirt into a basket meant for the compost pile and throw the containers into a separate pile for recycling. I want to take notes on which sections never made it - the green beans and snap peas, and none of the lettuce even germinated. But there's no point now. 

We set to sorting through what is and isn’t viable. Individually counting, inspecting, and deciding the fate of over two-hundred planters takes the better part of two hours, and I feel a grim sense of accomplishment at the growing pile of plastic containers to my left.

Halfway through a pallet of strawberries, there's another presence at the door. I'm turned to the side when they walk in, and my stomach drops because for a split second I think it's Stephen. 

To my surprise, though, is an ento I recognize from a few months ago. Ari, their name is, Kri's friend. 

I exchange a confused glance with Kri as Jillie greets Ari at the door. This raises so many questions, namely, how Jillie knows them. Did they meet after Kri showed me their lab, or is it some cosmic coincidence? 

Kri shrugs all four of his arms, and I mirror the gesture with mine.

Ari greets us with a wave. "I hope I'm not intruding. I was called for help?" 

Kri defaults to me with a glance, and Ari follows his gaze. I simultaneously appreciate that he didn't answer for me, and anxious that I'm now expected to respond. Four is too many, this is a two person job at most. But I couldn't turn away Jillie or Kri, I needed them here. 

Ari doesn't seem offended at my pause, their expression is open and their posture relaxed. I offer them a small smile. "You're fine, we're just cleaning house." 

They nod, and step over to Jillie to continue packing the equipment. 

After another hour, we’re left with about two-dozen sprouts that may or may not survive, but it doesn’t matter because I don’t have the space to keep them. I’d planned on keeping the original few from the first growth, but I have yet to get them back from the board, and now I doubt that I’ll ever see them again. Dr. Rogan probably already threw them in the garbage.

I would’ve planted them, if I had physical land, that was supposed to be the next step. But now I don’t know what’s next. No path forward, no clear image to obtain, and I need a purpose again. Surviving is the name of the game now, and it’s boring as hell. It was my one chance, and if I don’t hold my own weight, I could get sent back to Earth.

Next is the sprouts, the ones that may or may not make it. I inspect each one, looking for dried-up soil, brown spots, or anything that could kill it. I keep the ones that show promise, and I empty the rest with a neutral face and toss the plastic container onto the stack. 

It takes another hour for thoughts to start appearing through the fog, and another longing stare at the bag of dirt and plant matter for that thought to hit me like a truck. 

I don’t want to be here anymore. 

I thought I could handle it, but the longer I push things down, the more they want to bubble up again. Every third breath I’m shaking on the exhale, sniffing back tears that sting at my eyes. This really fucking sucks.

Kri is still aiding me, bringing over palettes and sitting by my side, but Jillie and Ari have parked their butts over by the computer setup, and are speaking to each other in low voices punctuated with the occasional concerned glance.

A muscle in my jaw twitches. I don’t need this much help, I should be doing this on my own. There’s too many people already. I miss my music, I miss my plants, I want to drown them all out. My heart wants to race, I can feel my lungs rearing up to hyperventilate. 

And then a warm hand covers mine, and I look down and watch as Kri gently removes the planter from my grip, and presses my hand between his. His fingers slot easily between mine, first, middle, and last, and they squeeze, a reassurance. But I can’t meet his eyes, no matter how much I want to. So we sit there for a moment, and I stare at our hands and focus on the warmth instead of the crushing weight of my own disappointment.

Jillie was right, I should've taken the day off. Yet again I've pushed myself too far, and now my brain is doing even worse than it was this morning. There's still so much to do, even in the greenhouse, and I don't want to do any of it. I just want to curl into a ball and cry.

At the end of the day, we’re left with twenty-seven planters, all supporting sprouts or developing stalks. Normally, this would have me over the moon, but I'm only filled with a sense of dread. I can’t take all these home. I barely have space for my plants now, I can’t add anything else. Jillie can take a few, but I can't ask Kri or Ari to take them, it's not their problem.

I'm staring at what are effectively my children with a look of dismay as Kri steps away from me. They speak in hushed tones that I can't make out-- they're speaking Universal anyway-- when Ari clears their throat, drawing my attention

"I have a house a few kleksry-ehco of here, uh--" Ari fumbles with the words, waving a free hand when they some up short, and points towards the back of the greenhouse. "It's that way, in the forest. There's plenty of space."

"I couldn't ask you to take care of all of these," I say with dismay.

"The building is close to a lake," Kri adds. "Ari would have to genuinely attempt to kill them."

"Asxu is correct. I do not have the right thumbs."

Jillie snorts. "You mean a green thumb?"

"Is my thumb not green already?"

Jillie explains the concept to both Ari and Kri and they listen with rapt fascination, like kids at story time. Apparently their literature on our languages lacked a lot of common sayings and left them on their own. They have their own too, but many of them don't translate well. It's led to straight-forward conversations with us where they assume to take everything we say literally.

Ari explains all this after Jillie finishes her lecture, and it suddenly clicks as to why Kri has trouble with phrasing sometimes. Would he want me to be more straight-forward? I do say a lot of things off-hand, and Mom grew up in the 'hood so some of the words may come through weird without me realizing.

What else have I been lacking? What else have I not noticed because I was too focused on myself? I was so wrapped up in my own shit I didn't even realize Kri had feelings for me, so what else did I miss? I haven't been taking care of him-- I should've been more present. Maybe then I would've realized that this was coming.

Before I realize it, and Kri is standing in front of me, hands on my shoulders. "You haven't blinked in at least a minute. Are you alright?"

I huff, annoyed. “Peachy.” 

Kri doesn't pick up on the sarcasm, and his head falls to one side. "You do not look well."

"Nevermind," I say, wrenching my shoulders from his grip and spinning around to start towards the piles of papers on my countertop.

The rest of the day is spent cleaning my mess in the greenhouse. Everytime I think we're done and I'm ready to leave, another box makes itself known and I'm forced to spend energy that I don't have fighting off tears. 

But, gradually, everything gets done, and we clear out my station piece by piece. There's at least ten garbage bags full of papers and plant matter and dirt that need to be taken to the compost heap. Jillie and I take two each, and Ari and Kri grab the rest. I let the three of them walk ahead of me. I take one last look at the greenhouse and the empty space I'd carved out for myself over the course of two years, and then the door slides shut.

Kri hovers next to me as we trudge our way to the compost building, and he only asks how I'm doing once, but part of me wishes he'd leave me alone. I'm hollowed out, running on empty. I don't want to talk anymore, don't want to pretend to be something I'm not.

I watch the bags holding my planters run down the conveyor belt and into the black hole that is the compost chute. No one bothers me as I continue to stand there long after they're gone, and I distantly remember this morning when I threw Emmie into the recycling machinery. It feels so long ago, before I had the weight of having nothing to look forward to on my shoulders.

Kri's hand on my shoulder pulls me out of the fog. "If you are not too upset, I'd like for you to stay with me tonight."

At my unimpressed expression, he holds his palms up. "I don't mean it suggestively. I only want to be sure of your well-being."

Down the path, Jillie is already on the way back to the Life Sciences building with Ari. She's talking with her hands, which means she's excited about something, and I distantly wonder how long they're known each other.

"Kri, really, I'll be okay--"

"Cassie," he says, voice gentle yet firm, drawing my attention back to him. A command instead of a statement. "Please let me take care of you."

His expression is open, earnest, and I automatically I open my mouth to retort, but then I realize I would absolutely love not having to worry about anything else for the night, and my anxiety spikes. He shouldn't have to deal with me while I'm upset, I should be able to handle it on my own. Still, I ask, "Are you sure?"

Kri nods once, not an ounce of hesitation, and my decision is made for me. Somehow, that's easier to swallow than if I had asked. "I believe it would be best if you stayed with me."

"Probably," I say, and I mean it. Something about waking up in my own bed feels worse.

After another moment where I test his patience, I nod, and we walk away from the greenhouse and towards a future that I have no idea how to prepare for.

Chapter 14>>

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I'm Running Out of Chapter Names

Warnings: 18+readersonly, pet names, oral, daddy kink, smut, lots of angst, fluff

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Ghaida in her bridesmaid dress at Elizabeth and Elijahs' wedding. 

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"Tony." Trang whined, pushing away the man hovering constantly by her side. "I'm pregnant, not handicapped or dying. I need my work space."

"Sorry." Tony retreated like a puppy with his tail between his legs, hovering at a much better distance, "I'm just worried."

"Yes, and I love that about you, but I'm fine. The lil' baby is fine. We're all fine. Now go back to your work bubs." Trang smirked, pushing her glasses up on her nose, turning back to her new project.

They were new arrows for Clint, Katya, and Kate. Inspired by Elizabeth's water, any person hit with them would turn into a cube of ice. But there were still a few kinks that had to be worked out with the firing of the tips.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty? Maybe you shouldn't be on your feet right now." Tony fretted, pacing a little.

Trang put the arrows down, turned, and walked over to Tony. She pushed him down into his chair and straddled him. Bruce looked up from his work and started to watch.

"Tony." Trang said in a warning voice. She wrapped her hand tightly around his tie. "You really, really need to be a good boy, okay?"

"Yep." Tony piped out, wrapping his arms around her waist, leaning forwards to kiss along her collarbone.

"You're being bad." But Trang laughed as he tickled her lightly, hugging him tightly. "Damnit Tony."

"I'm gonna tell Cap you said a bad word." Tony said gleefully, standing up with her in his arms, kissing her again, and then putting her down on her feet, "I am sorry about the hovering. I'm just excited."

"I know." Trang said softly, cupping his face and rubbing her thumb against his cheek. "I'm excited too Tony, but I didn't want a baby to change the way you treat me. That's all. I'm fine. Nothing's changed."

"You're gonna be a mom." Tony whispered against her hair. "Of my child. God I fucking love you."

Trang smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Now go work Tony."

"Yes momma." Tony kissed the top of her head and went back to his work station.

Bruce chuckled and went back to work as well. Trang winked at him, "Love you too Bruce."

Bruce laughed louder now and said, "Love you too Trang. I sort've love you Tony."

"Hey, feelings mutual man." Tony smirked, clapping the other male scientist on the back.

And behind the corner of the wall, a young African American girl clenched her fists in jealousy.

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"You're getting so big." Steve whispered. Penny was laying in his bed, the two of them alone together as Steve ran the fetoscope across her stomach, the two of them looking at the rather large baby inside of her now. "Aww he's so cute."

They didn't know the gender yet, being only roughly five-ish months now and not wanting to know until he or she was birthed. Penny still wasn't sure with names. Names were such a big responsibility. I mean, she would literally give this baby a name of which they would be called for the rest of their lives.

"Does he hurt you at all?" Steve asked in worry. "Rue kicked Elizabeth really hard when she was inside her womb. I'm sure mine will do the same."

"He doesn't kick to much." Penny said, which was true. "He's very calm so far. I'm sure later he'll kick though. But it's okay. Plus, Rue had to share room with Kisa and Mateo. This little one gets all of the room to himself." She giggled and Steve chuckled.

"I love you." Steve sighed in content, running his lips across her bump now. He kissed there sweetly and when Penny let out a soft, breathy moan, Steve smirked. He kissed lower, before slowly undoing the button of her jeans. He looked up at her through his lashes and Penny whimpered.

"You in the mood sweetheart?" Steve asked softly, slowly pulling the jeans off.

"Fuck yes." Penny fell back into the pillows as he started to touch her against her lacey lingerie.

"How do you want me to be tonight?" Steve whispered against her baby bump, kissing the mounded skin sweetly. "Demanding, sweet, loving, harsh? I don't know how you're body is feeling today so I need you to tell me."

"I want. . . a mix of sweet and demanding." Penny whispered. "I want to follow your orders, but I also need the motions to be. . . gentle today."

"Good girl. You're so good for me." Steve hummed, kissing up her thigh now, before licking a stripe through her pulsing cunt. She whined right then and there, already turned on immensely. "Oh Steve!"

"Yes, moan my name cookie." Steve mumbled against her pussy, nipping at her clit now, his large hands clenched tightly on her thighs. "I want to hear you scream when you let go now, okay? I want you to scream my name so loudly that Sammy can hear you from the roof and Bruce can hear you from the lab. Scream cookie."

His fingers pushed into her pussy, curling on her g-spot almost instantly and she arched off the bed, screaming his name till her voice felt hoarse. Black spots danced in front of her eyes and she collapsed back down on the bed, panting.

Steve hovered over her, his face amused. "Oh sweetheart. I haven't even touched you with my cock yet. If that's how you react with my fingers. . . oh cookie."

Penelope whimpered, reaching for Steve with her hands, "Please Captain? I want you inside of me."

Steve teased her clit a little longer between her fingers before he lifted her hips up. "Yes, I want to be inside of you too sweetheart. God you have such a pretty pussy. She feels like silk around me." He pushed inside, groaning, tossing his head back. "Oh you're so perfect."

"Yes." Penny sighed in pleasure, closing her eyes, tilting her head against the pillow. "Oh Stevie, that feels so so good."

"Good." Steve whispered sweetly, laying over her a little more, causing a little more pleasure. "I'm gonna roll over now, okay?"

Penny hummed and Steve rolled over so that she was now over him, sinking down on his cock a little more. Steve grabbed fistfuls of each cheek, squeezing, massaging, then spanking her a little bit. "You're gonna let me know if I spank you to hard, right cookie?" Steve asked, breathless as he continued to cup and clap her cheeks.

"Of course daddy." Penny moaned out without thinking.

Steve slapped her ass a little harder, "Daddy huh?"

Penny looked down and blushed heavily. "I- Tony-"

"No, no, don't make excuses." Steve smirked now. "It's been a while since someones called me daddy in bed." He thrusted a little harder now and Penny moaned loudly at the pleasurable feeling. "And I am gonna be a daddy aren't I? Oh yes, you can call me that again. Go on, scream it." Steve's eyes twinkled with mischief.

Steve rocked her against his hips and Penny moaned as his length stretched her walls different ways as she was rocked against him. "Oh fuck! Fuck! St- Daddy!" She collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily as her body spasmed over his.

"Oh fuck." Steve shouted, cock twitching inside of her at the nickname. "Shit cookie. Oh!" He spilled into her almost immediately, burying his face in her neck.

The two of them recovered after a moment and Steve groaned, lifting her off of him slowly. "Shit sweetheart, did I hurt you?" He asked, touching her burning ass. "Shit!" he sat up, looking panicked.

Penny quickly grabbed his arm. "It felt amazing Steve. It didn't hurt at all, I swear. I loved it."

Steve relaxed, dipping down to capture her lips. She kissed back fiercely, wishing she had more strength to take control of the kiss. Steve pulled away slowly. "Do you want me to run you a bath or do you just want me to grab you a washcloth?"

"Washcloth." Penny mumbled, snuggling against him, wrapping her limbs around him like an octopus. "Already sleepy."

"Sleep cookie." Steve kissed the side of her head and smiled as she fell asleep.

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"Hey Elijah?" Elizabeth asked quietly. He paused, not having seen her where she was sitting, looking out the window of her bedroom at New York. He walked over to where she was, sitting down next to her.

"Yes, Milady?"

"The others are all pregnant, right?" She asked, looking over at him now. "Like, they got pregnant at the same time?"

"Yes. Loki and Thor did a fertility spell. I guess it was only supposed to be for Trang but. . . well I'm not sure how it traveled. But yes, everyone is pregnant from it." Elijah said. He smiled a little. "Natasha is probably happiest of them all. She couldn't have kids before."

Elizabeth nodded and then asked, "Was this before I died?"

He sucked in his breath and then said slowly, "Yes. Yes, they conceived before. . . but they didn't find out until a few weeks ago."

"That's why I'm not pregnant." Elizabeth sighed. "I lost my baby when I died, didn't I?"

"We don't know that you were pregnant." Elijah said. "There is always a-"

"Don't lie." Elizabeth sighed. "Every woman in this building is pregnant, even ones that couldn't have children because their reproductive organs were taken out, or had their tubes tied like Sharon."

Elijah blinked, "Run that last bit by me again? You know Sharon?"

"No her name was in the book. I don't really know who she is though." Elizabeth responded.

"Ah, you've been reading Ghaida's book." He murmured.

"Yeah. It's interesting." Elizabeth shrugged. She was quiet for a moment and then said, "So I had to be. Whose child was he?"

Elijah sighed, "Do you really want to know?"

"I have to." Elizabeth said.

"I don't know." Elijah said. "But Viden knows. . . if you ask him. If you really want to know. But Elizabeth. . . if you look into this. . . you're going to be upset. And make sure before you ask that you know you can handle the answer."

Elizabeth's eyes flashed- not the golden colour that Ghaida's did- but a lime green colour. And then the tears started to spill.

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Penelope was a little sore when she sat down and ate her dinner. Steve kept smirking when she would occasionally shift around in her seat. She kept playfully glaring at him.

Elijah seemed upset over something, looking down at his food and not really eating it. She wished that she could comfort him, but no one was interacting with him as he had asked not to be. So she wouldn't push his boundaries.

Sam and Bucky were on one side of the dinner table, laughing with Clint and Rhodey as they drank and told jokes.

Elizabeth suddenly came in, making a beeline straight for Sam. She just climbed on his lap, burying her face into his shirt, and burst into quiet tears. Everyone stared at her in surprise. Penny wasn't sure that she had seen Elizabeth with anyone so affectionately before since the. . . accident except for Elijah. Oh and Bucky one day but she hadn't been well that day.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?" Sam asked, trying to pull her back a little to see her face.

"I'm sorry." She hiccupped softly, but wouldn't lift her head.

Everyone then looked, bewildered, at Elijah. Penny saw he just looked even more depressed than before, glumly just staring at Elizabeth's back. He caught Penny's eye and sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"She asked Viden whose child she was pregnant with before she died." Elijah whispered quietly, as though hoping Elizabeth wouldn't hear.

Steve got up, moving over to put a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Twins." Elijah muttered. "One each."

Penny didn't look over at the super soldiers, not wanting to see any of their pain on their faces. But she couldn't help it, and peaked. Sam, Bucky, and Steve all looked like their hearts had just broken, and they probably had.

"I'm sorry." Elizabeth whimpered again.

Sam stood up, carrying her in his arms and the four of them left the room. Penny got up too and went over to Elijah. She put her hand lightly on top of his. He turned his hand upwards to lace their fingers together, but didn't look at her.

"Are you okay?"

"I feel helpless." He sighed. "I can't do anything to help her. I can't. . . I don't know. I can't reverse time."

"How'd she find out anyways?" Penny asked.

"She just put two and two together. Everyone being pregnant including Natasha meant she should've been pregnant. But the date was before the death. . . so she kind've knew. And now she's also connected to Viden so. . . " Elijah shrugged. He glanced over at her, "Do you want to stay in my room tonight?"

Penny smiled a little. "Sure."

He led her to a different room that was very clearly Elijah's. Posters of different parts of Hong Kong, glass frames that held different bird feathers- each one clearly labelled. There was a small bookcase that had mostly bird books on it, also small figurines of carved birds. There was a pair of binoculars on the shelf, along with two different kinds of cameras.

There was a map of the world up against another wall, different coloured push pins in it, with small labels of which birds he hadn't seen yet and where they were. There was a large binder that was open to a page. There were polaroid pictures in it, of birds he had caught in the wild. There were also sketch books lined neatly in a box, loose scraps of paper showing pencil drawings of birds.

Penny looked over at Elijah. The slightly awkward way of which he was standing, as though waiting for a judgment call meant that she was probably one of the few people to ever be in his room.

"So you like birds?" Penny teased, carefully turning a page in the binder. There was a small journal beside it, listing all sorts of attributes for different birds. What they ate, scientific names, where they lived, what their nests looked like, their predators, their different colours, even strange put together words for what their different calls sounded like.

"I love them. Have, ever since I was a little boy." Elijah said quietly. "There's something about being in the sky, being free. Without being in an airplane or an Iron man suit. I sort've get to experience it. Mai did, Elizabeth can sort've, Katya and Sam also sort've. But Lan. . . Lan had it. His descriptions were amazing, the way he described flying. Sometimes. . . I wish I could fly like that."

Penny looked over at him, "Do you ever wish that you could just. . . fly away?"

Elijah looked up at the ceiling and Penny glanced up. The ceiling had been painted to look almost 3-D. With blue sky and white fluffy clouds that looked as though you could actually go behind them. "Steve did them." Elijah said when he saw Penny had looked up too. "For me." He sat down on his bed.

"There were times I did wish I could fly away from everything. But it wouldn't solve anything." Elijah said. "And are things difficult now? Yes. But weren't they always? Yes. And do I love the people closest to me enough that I wouldn't fly even if I could? Yes."

He lifted his shirt up over his head, tossing it in the hamper. It was the second time that Penny had seen him bare and she looked at the cheetah tattoo that was sprawled across his chest. He touched it unconsciously. "I love her, you know. More than anything in the world. She's so. . . confused. And hurt. She can't understand her emotions and even when she does she doesn't know why she feels a certain way. And I can't help her. Not really."

"Are you. . . upset that she's turned to others?"

"No." Elijah said firmly. "But I'm upset that she doesn't understand that things that happen to her, aren't her fault. That losing the twins in her wasn't her fault. She had no idea she was pregnant, had no idea she was going to die. I should've kept her home. I should've. . ."

"How were you supposed to know?" Penny asked, sitting next to him. "She didn't know, you didn't know. The only one that would know is Ghaida and she didn't ask. She didn't think to ask. You say Elizabeth shouldn't blame herself, but neither should you."

"I'm supposed to protect her."

"You're supposed to love her." Penny corrected. "But you can't shelter her every step of the way either."

Elijah was quiet for a moment and then said, "It didn't stop there. Her asking Viden about what she lost. She asked about her past. Kept asking and asking. She found out about the rapes and she's just. . ." He broke. Sobbing into his hands.

Penny pulled him into her, letting him cry into her. "I can't. . . I don't know how to do this! It wasn't supposed to be me!"

"It's okay." Penny whispered softly, both startled and sad as he cried in her arms. Even when he lost his best friends, lost Elizabeth, he hadn't broken down like this. His tears had been stoic, had been silent. Now he was like a child, unable to stop the waterfall. "It's okay."

"I'm not supposed to be alive." Elijah sobbed. "It was supposed to be Lan. It was. . . "

Penny hugged him tightly, just holding him until he'd worn himself out. When he had, he sat up, clearing his throat, scooching off the bed and going to the bathroom. When he came back, she saw he had washed his face with a washcloth.

He cleared his throat again, "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." Penny said softly, reaching out hesitantly to touch the ends of his hair. He leaned into her touch and she cupped his face, "Elijah, you're human. You're allowed to feel this way, you're allowed to show your emotions this way."

"I'm supposed to be a man." Elijah sighed. "The strong one. How can I be that, do that, when I break down like that? That's not who I am, human or not."

Penny smiled a little in understanding. "It shows you care about her. It shows that you do love her more than anyone else in your life. It's okay Elijah, I'm not going to judge you or think less of you because you showed emotions."

Elijah looked at her then, "You know that when I say I love Elizabeth more than anything in the world, I still love you too right? It doesn't mean-"

"Elijah." Penny put her hand over his. "I know that. We can't love everyone equally, we're always going to have favorites. I mean. . . okay don't tell them I said this but I love both Violetta and Katya. . . but I love Violetta more. But I still love Katya, you know?"

"Exactly." Elijah said softly and then started to smirk, "I know who you love the most though."

"Who?" Penny said, smirking because he was never going to guess it. The one she loved the most, the one at the top of her list was someone she almost never got to sleep with. But she loved him the most.

"Rhodey." Elijah smirked, opening his eyes to see the stunned look on her face, "Am I right?"

"H-how- no way- how did you-" Penny blushed bright red.

Elijah chuckled, "I admit, it was a bit surprising considering the two of you don't interact to much. But I have a few guesses. One, I think he reminds you of the character that your father has. Some of the same personality traits. Two, he's extremely sweet. He's really your ideal lover based on your type. And three, you're attracted to African American men first. So him, Sam, Heimdall, and T'Challa are all at the top of your list. And I bet if you'd known Josh a little longer he would have climbed up there as well."

Penny's face was burning as he said all of this and she covered her face with her hands, "Oh God, am I really that obvious?"

"No. I don't think Rhodey knows, whether that's good or bad news to you. I'm just extremely observant." Elijah said. He paused and then added, "I also went to college for psychology so there's that."

Penny laughed nervously. "I just, I did think it was a little weird, loving Rhodey the most when I barely interacted with him."

"You're not weird, it's not weird." Elijah reassured her, turning off the light and covering both of them with the sheets. "And listen, if you want more time with Rhodey, his Wednesdays and Sundays are always free. I can even help you out."

Penny buried her face into his chest. "What if he doesn't like me like that though?"

Elijah snorted, "Then he's a dumbass."

"I think he likes Elizabeth better." Penny said uncertainly.

"So? Who cares?" Elijah asked and then chuckled, "It's not like he's your only man Penelope. But if it makes you feel any better, he really does like you. He has been looking for more time to spend with you, he just has been busy with the army. Same with Stephen and the Sanctorum. Want my advice? Tomorrow is Wednesday, so spend it with Rhodey. And when Stephen gets back from his mission, go spend some time with him. I think you'll feel better about everything."

"You should be a psychologist." Penny muttered.

"Good to know." Elijah laughed, putting his arm around her, holding her to him. "Goodnight sunshine."

"Good night hotstuff." Penny smirked into his chest.

"Oh you're definitely paying for that nickname later." Elijah whispered and Penny shivered as she fell asleep.

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Sams' heart was hurting. A lot.

He, Steve, and Bucky had retired back to Steve's room- which at this point was basically all three of them room- and he was rocking back and forth with Elizabeth in his arms. She wasn't exactly sobbing, though sometimes as she tried to speak, the crying would make it incomprehensible to hear her through her hics.

"Sugar." He whispered softly, "Sugar please look at me."

Elizabeth looked at him with watery eyes. Steve and Bucky sat on either side of him, both looking lost and concerned. Neither of them knowing how to help.

"Please tell me why you're so upset." Sam whispered. He could understand, to an extent. That she had been pregnant with twins. One his, one Buckys. But to apologize to him? And it wasn't like it was her fault she had been killed. No one had known she was pregnant and she hadn't been the only one. Mai had been pregnant too, with Visions child and she was still dead.

"B-because I- I lost y- your child." Elizabeth hiccupped, not crying at the moment. "I'm sorry. I didn't- I didn't- I didn't-"

"Doll." Bucky whispered softly, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Doll calm down. It's. . . it's not your fault. It's okay, alright? We're not mad at you because you didn't do anything. It's not like you wanted to die. And you didn't know you were pregnant."

Sam had stilled and Elizabeth was now rocking back and forth herself, looking uncertain. "B-But I lost them. I'm sorry!"

She dissolved into tears again. Sam noticed she couldn't even look at Steve and Sam gave Steve a raised eyebrow. Steve moved then, taking Elizabeth out of his arms. Steve curled Elizabeth into his chest, smoothing her hair back from his face. "I'm sorry." Elizabeth whimpered out, covering her eyes with her fists. "I'm sorry."

"Cookie." Steve whispered softly. "Why won't you look at me?"

"I don't want you to be mad at me. I'm so sorry." Elizabeth wailed. "I didn't want to lose the children."

"God cookie, I know that." Steve said softly. "Cookie, please look at me."

Her red eyes burned his heart. He inhaled deeply and cupped her face, "You're scared of me."

She shook her head vehemently, squeezing her eyes shut.

Sam exchanged a look with Bucky, who just looked lost.

Slowly, Steve asked, "Did Ghaida's book tell you that I would be mad at you?"

Elizabeth hesitated and then nodded, "I-It- the book- it had a page about s-someone named Sharon C-Carter. And that the two of y-you were having a baby. And you were mad at h-her because she l-lost it. A-A-And I don't want you to be-be-be mad a-a-a-a-t me for l-losing J-J-James and S-s-s-Sams' kids." Her sobs were frantic so that she could barely get the last few words out.

Steve sweetly kissed her cheek slowly and said, "I will never be mad at you cookie. Sharon was different. . . she didn't lose my child, like the way you did. You didn't mean it. You didn't know you were pregnant or you would have protected them and stayed home. You didn't mean to die and lose them. Yours was an accident. But Sharon's was on purpose."

"She killed her child?" Elizabeth's eyes went round with fear, shrinking down a little.

"Not in the way you're probably thinking." Bucky said quickly. "The child wasn't born yet, she was still in Sharon's womb. But there's this thing now that's called abortion. And it's where a woman can go in and the doctor will. . . well I'll skip the gruesome parts, but ultimately it kills the baby inside."

Elizabeth's eyes startled the three of them as they went from brown to a flat lime green. She said softly, "Planned Parenthood was a clinic established in black communities by Margaret Singer in 1916 in New York as part of the Ku Klux Klan to try and stop the black population from growing. Abortion is considered healthcare and is pushed by Feminists to encourage women to climb the corporate ladder." She blinked, her eyes returning to brown.

"Sounds about right." Sam muttered darkly.

"Why do your eyes turn green?" Bucky asked in interest, hoping to turn conversation to a lighter topic. And also if Elizabeth was distracted, she wouldn't be upset anymore.

"Viden said that every human has an aurora around them that we can't see." Elizabeth said, Buckys' wishes coming true as she was almost smiling now. "And that aurora would be our scent if we could do magic. And my scent is lime, so my eyes turn the colour of limes. Ghaida's eyes turn gold because her scent is oranges."

"Interesting." Steve looked dumbstruck. "Although I don't understand the magic part."

"It's based on a book series called The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel. Or really, the author got the idea from Viden. He was. . . an auraling." Elizabeth said softly, eyes fluttering as she started to feel fatigued. All of the crying had clearly tuckered her out.

"Do you want to stay with us tonight?" Steve asked softly.

Elizabeth hesitated, hands clutching the front of Steve's shirt, "You're not. . . you're not-"

"I know this could be to soon." Steve whispered softly, cupping her cheek, "Maybe I shouldn't be saying this, maybe it's to soon, maybe I'll scare you away. . . but I'm not mad Elizabeth. I. . . I love you. And I know that you barely know me, I get that. But you're so sweet and I know your past self and I know you're beating yourself up over something you can't control, something that you can't blame yourself before. And I want to reassure you that I will never be mad at you, never hate you, because I love you."

Bucky's eyes were wide behind Elizabeth's back and Sam had frozen like a deer in headlights. Steve's heart immediately started pounding in his chest at their reactions. He felt that he had said the wrong thing now.

Slowly, Elizabeth whispered, "I liked hearing you say that. It made me. . . happy."

Steve relaxed, feeling like he'd just had a rush and now he had come down from it. He tilted her chin towards him. "Doll, may I kiss you?"

Elizabeth didn't answer, leaning forwards and kissing him first, her eyes closed. He kissed her gently, tasting lime on her lips and he nearly chuckled. He pulled away slowly, not wanting to overwhelm or push her.

"I- I think I love you too." Elizabeth whispered, though she looked uncertain. "But I- I'm not sure about my emotions. I don't always. . ."

"It's okay." Steve interrupted calmly. "You don't have to worry about that cookie. Just let me love you and if you ever feel the same, then you can let me know. But you don't have to push it. I don't ever want to make you unhappy."

Elizabeth slowly got off of him, looking at Bucky. "Can I- May I kiss. . . you?"

"Of course doll." Bucky smiled, gently cupping her cheek. Steve relaxed into the pillows as they both kissed. Bucky sucked on her bottom lip a little, before releasing her and she looked a little dazed as she pulled away.

Elizabeth turned to Sam, blushing now, "Sammy?"

"Yes sugar?"

"Is it okay if I. . . are you alright if I kiss you too?"

"More than alright sugar." Sam grinned, closing his eyes as he felt her soft lips against his. She kissed him a little longer than the other two, now that she was a little more confident, although she was still blushing like fire as she pulled away.

Then she climbed under the covers, clutching tightly to Steve and Sam's shirts with her hands, her leg resting against Bucky.

Steve and Sam cuddled her as Bucky got out of bed, turning off the light, and then laying down by her legs.

"Good night Sugar."

"Good night Sammy. Good night James. Good night Stevie." Elizabeth mumbled sleepily.

"Good night doll." Bucky and Steve replied together, and then the four of them fell asleep. 

[little-corritrice]

Oliver Phelps - Waking Up

Laying on my side, I groaned quietly as arms pulled me into their chest tighter. "Ollie, stop it." I complained, trying to push out of his chest. A sudden wave of coldness went over me, making me reach for him as he was practically a heater. I opened my eyes to see him not in bed, but standing a few feet away. "Well, look at this." He teased. I flipped him off, turning my back to him. It was quiet for a moment or two before cold water was falling down my shirt and hair. "Oliver Martyn John Phelps!" I yelled, getting out of bed. He stood terrified on the other side of the bed, holding the cup behind his back. "Oh, you are so dead." I glared, walking around the bed. He stood there, but as I was about to reach me, he threw some more water on me, and bolted for the bathroom. "Oliver!" I screamed, running after him. He was just about to shut the door, but I kicked it in, and he stepped back.

He stood terrified, a nervous chuckle coming from his lips. "Morning baby." He said nervously, holding his hands up. "Don't baby me." I said, stepping towards him. "I'm sorry." He whined as I kept smacking his chest. "You're a complete asshole! First waking me up, then making me cold. Twice!" I ranted. He only took the hits, holding my wrists to block the hits after a little. "You know you love me." He said, chuckling. "Unfortunately." I scoffed, moving around him to start the shower. He hadn't said anything, just staring at me. I kept checking the water, completely ignoring him. After it finally decided to get hot, I stripped form clothing, and got in. Oliver still was in the bathroom, just staring like a deer caught in headlights.

The curtain was pulled back and I was turned around. I yelped as Oliver had decided to lift me up out of nowhere. "I could make you wish you didn't say that." He said, making me feel some ways. "I was only joking, Ollie." I said, making him shake his head. "It's too late now, baby." He said, leaning into my neck. I was about to push him away, but he already started tickling my neck with his nose. "S-stop." I giggled, trying to push his face away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I laughed, finally pushing his face away. "Learn your lesson?" He asked, giving me his biggest smirk yet. "Yes." I laughed, pecking his lips. "Now could you put me down please?" I asked. "No." He smiled, going into kiss me passionately. I just decided to let Oliver be Oliver.

- - -

Walking out of the bedroom, I went downstairs to start breakfast. Just as I was about to start the coffee machine, Oliver came in and wrapped his arms around my waist. "How about I take you to that café you love down the street? As an apology for waking you up." He offered. "And for throwing water on my twice. Oh, and making me colder than I already was." I said, side-eyeing him. He chuckled, rubbing his hands on my stomach. "Yes. All that too. So, what do you say?" He asked. He started kissing my neck, going up to my jaw then cheek, the forehead. "Fine." I said, pushing him away softly and going to the door to get my shoes on. I was about to reach for the door knob, but a hand swatted mine away and pulled it open for me. "After you." He said, bowing slightly. I just chuckled, walking out. He ran down the stairs, going to the car. He opened the car door, bowing again. "Milady." He said, making me smack his arm softly. "Get in the car, you goofball." I said, watching as he nodded and got in. No wonder I love him with my entire being.

[eddie-van-munson]

Magic Fingers (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: You and Eddie are best friends and you decide to take each other's virginity. It's awkward, giggly, and perfect.

Warnings: Smut (P in V Protected/F Receiving Oral/First Times), Fluff, She/Her Pronouns, Conversation and Jokes About Virginity, Cute-Awkwardness, Brief Mentions of Pain and Blood, Cursing, Eddie Smokes a Cigarette.

(Requests are open but the waitlist is long!)

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"Are you a virgin?"

"Fucking Pardon?"

Eddie giggled, sitting up from where he'd been laying with his head in your lap. You'd played with his hair once a few years ago when he was pitiful and sick, and now he expected it every time he was with you, grabbing your hands and holding them to his head like it was his birthright.

He leaned forward on the couch to grab his pack of camels, pulling the lighter from his pocket before rolling backwards onto the cushions again. He kicked his feet up on the arm rest. "You heard me, Princess. Ever get your cherry popped?"

You snorted as he looked up at you, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He put a cigarette between his teeth, closing the box before tossing it onto the coffee table.

"What do you care?"

He smirked, as he lit the end. "Hey, I'm just trying to look out for you! There's been all kinds of sightings lately, you know..."

Your eyes were incredulous, "Sightings?"

He blew smoke away from your face, "Vampire sightings, babe. They'll snatch pretty little blushing virgins like you right off the street. Suck you dry."

You hummed solemnly, "I see."

"I can picture it now..." He gestured, cigarette in hand. "You're walking to my place...it's late..."

You shook your head, smiling down at him with a roll of your eyes.

"You hear a sound!" He gasped, holding his breath for a moment, and exhaled, putting a hand over his heart. He wiped imaginary sweat from his brow. "Oh, but It was only the wind."

Amused by his theatrics, you laced your fingers through his hair again as he inhaled another breath of warm smoke into his lungs.

"You make it here safely and fall into my big strong arms."

You gave one of his curls a gentle tug at his flirting, and he held your wrists where they rested beside his head.

"But little do you know...the creature you've so narrowly escaped has been right under your nose..." His voice went quiet and suspenseful as he tapped the end of your nose. "The whole time."

There was a silence as he looked up at you. Suddenly he hissed, pulling your arm down and biting your wrist, playfully. You screamed, wiggling out of his grasp and grabbing the pillow behind you to whack him. He burst into laughs, holding his stomach as he wiped a tear from his eye.

"You asshole!" You hid the smile that threatened to split your face, crossing your arms over your chest.

He reached to put out his cigarette, batting his eyelashes at you, "What, you don't think I'm funny?"

"Oh, you're funny alright." He gave an evil laugh,  pulling his knees up to sit cross-legged beside you. You gave him a little shove. "If they're looking for virgins you better watch your back, Munson. Hellfire will turn into an all you can eat buffet."

"Hey!" He feigned offense as he stood, musing  your hair and strolling over to the fridge. "I'll have you know I'm only, like, three-fourths-virgin."

"Mhm, so you're like, 25% whore?"

He flashed you a grin, as if you've given him a badge of honor, "Mhm. On my father's side."

You smirked back, "Freak in the sheets, huh?"

His expression was smug as he pulled a bag of shredded cheese from the fridge. He opened it, gave it a sniff, and ate a handful of it before tossing the bag back in and closing the door. He turned to you, brushing his hands off and spreading his arms. "Everyone wants a piece, babe."

You laughed, and he couldn't keep from smiling at the sound. He grabbed a half empty bottle of wine from the counter and took a swig, not bothering to replace the screw top before he plopped back down on the couch beside you.

Your eyes searched his suspiciously as he held out his hand. "You see those sweetheart?"

You took it, admiring his rings. There was no need to really, you already stared at his hands often enough, but you let yourself run your thumb over one of his newer pieces of jewelry.

The corner of his mouth tugged cockily when you met his eyes again, "Magic fingers, baby."

You snorted, "Yeah right."

"I'm serious!" He shoved you weakly with the edge of his sneaker. "Everyone knows guitarists are good with their hands."

"Finger-banging a few people behind skeezy bars does not make you a sex god."

 "Don't knock me 'til you try me, princess." He propped his feet up on the coffee table, biting his lip. "Besides, that's not the only thing on the Munson Menu..."

You shot him a look as he gazed at you with hooded eyes.

"I'm pretty good with my tongue too."

Heat pooled in your stomach. You ignored the urge to squirm as you rolled your eyes, staring down his mischievous little face until he finally laughed, sighing loudly, "Never quite made it past that though. I guess I'm not quite as desirable when my mouth isn't...preoccupied."

Part of you hurt at that, imagining Eddie on his knees for people who'd never bother to get to know him otherwise, much less consider doing the same for him.

"What about you, sweetheart? You saving yourself for someone special? Some lucky bastard on your wedding night, perhaps?"

You shrugged, laying your head on his shoulder. "Not really. Just...you know. I'm no Chrissy Cunningham."

Eddie's dark brows creased, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

You snuck a knowing smile at his indignance. He'd harbored a crush on the sweet blonde cheer captain for the entirety of middle school, as well as the majority of freshman year. "I'm just fucking with you. I don't know. Guess the opportunity just hasn't presented itself."

You toyed with his rings, affectionately. Something about it made his heart flutter.

"It's just an intimate thing. I mean, I'm insecure about shit and I know it'll hurt...I just want to be with someone who'll take care of me, you know? Someone I trust."

He exhaled, "Shit, I get that."

There was a silence. Eddie played with a lock of your hair as you reached for his necklace, grazing your thumb over the guitar pick. "Can I tell you a secret?"

He hummed a yes, reaching for the bottle he'd set down earlier, and shuddered when he took a sip. Evidently it'd been sitting out for quite a while now.

"I always kinda hoped it'd be you."

He choked, eyes going wide as wine dribbled down the front of his shirt. It wasn't exactly the reaction one would hope for, but it made you laugh. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his shoulders flinching with coughs and sputters.

"Shit, Eds."

You patted his back firmly and he cleared his throat a few times as he finally caught his breath, looking over at you with big eyes, still watery from the fit, and a stain on his shirt. At least it'd been a black one. His voice was hoarse when he finally managed words, laughing, "Are you trying to kill me?"

You snorted, dragging your thumb over his glistening chin and wiping it on his sleeve. "I didn't think you'd lose a lung over it!"

"Well I'm sorry I wasn't expecting my best friend to just casually admit she has sexual fantasies about me!"

"That is not-"

"That she's been pining over me for years! Hopelessly in love!"

"Jesus Christ." You buried your face in your hands.

"That she's been longing for me to deflower her in a desperate night of passion!" 

"You know what? I take it back."

He grinned the most shit eating grin you'd ever seen, pulling your hands from your face and resting his chin in your palm. "Oh, what did it, dearest? It was my fingers, huh. Had to put me to the test?"

You dropped his face, crossing your arms over your chest as you fought a smile, "You are such an asshole, Eddie Munson."

He beamed at you, "An asshole that you want to swipe your v-card."

"Edddiiieee."

"Ah, the old Cumming of Age..."

"So, this has been fun-"

"Oh no you don't!" He snagged your elbow and pulled you back onto the couch. "You can't just pull that shit on me and leave. Sit your pretty ass down."

You sighed dramatically, the corner of your mouth twitching upwards as he tugged you over to sit across his lap. He leaned back against the armrest now, and you were able to relax into the cushions with your arms around his shoulders.

He looked undeniably pretty there, though you'd never admit it to him. His hair was wild, his warm brown curls mussed and perfect, and his eyelashes cast shadows on the tops of his smiling cheeks. His gaze traced your features as he stopped to admire you for a moment.

"Why me?" His voice was surprisingly tender when he spoke. Amused and in awe.

You paused, shrugging. "Because you're you."

Eddie's chest went warm.

"I know you'd watch out for me. Take good care of me. You'd stop if I wanted you to." You swallowed thickly,  "I trust you, Eds."

He stared at you, and the love in his eyes was unmistakable.

"And it doesn't hurt that you're such a pretty thing." You reached up to give his cheek a little pinch.

He blushed, and a sense of pride overtook you. You'd just made Eddie Munson blush like a schoolgirl. He wet his lips, the air thick now. He was close. Really close. "Now you're just stroking my ego."

"What, you'd rather I be stroking something else?"

His jaw dropped, "Oh shit! That was good!"

You laughed, your head tilting back against the couch, and his eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment in contemplation. Silence. Finally, he huffed, decidedly, "Here's what's gonna happen, ok?"

You held back a giggle, "Yessir?"

"I'm going to kiss you."

Your brows raised, "Oh?"

He nodded, "Yep. And If it's weird, we'll stop and we'll go about our night like nothing happened, sworn to never speak of it again."

"And if it isn't?"

He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows, suggestively. "Then you can have your taste off the Munson Menu, tiger."

Your eyes went playful, "Magic Fingers?"

He chuckled, "Well of course, angel. Along with whatever else you wish."

A smile crept to your lips as your focus traced his cupid bow, "Sounds like a good deal."

He nudged his nose against yours, mischief splitting his face, "Only the very best for my favorite customer."

You cringed, pulling back. "Now you sound like an escort."

He frowned, "What's wrong with being an escort?"

"Nothing! I just hope you're not expecting to be paid for this."

He tugged you back in, smirking, "Shit, I ought to be paying you, sweetheart." There's a pause. Eddie tucks some hair behind your ears. He can see the nervousness you're trying to hide. He lifts your chin, "Are we really doing this? Are you cool with it?" You nod firmly. "I can stop anytime you want, ok? Just say the word or...I don't know. Give me a shove or something."

He could see you relaxing a little with every joke he cracked, but in reality, his own palms were starting to feeling a little sweaty, too.

"You've been kissed before, right?"

You shoved his chest, shooting him a look, and he giggled.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Forgot you and Tommy Harding got all hot and heavy in seventh grade. Always had his tongue down your throat, didn't he?"

"He did not!"

Eddie looked up, humming as if he was considering this, "He totally did."

"You suck."

"Nah, you're still thinking of Tommy Harding, babe. He was a goddamn vacuum."

You couldn't help but snort at that one, laughs escaping you as you dropped your head to his shoulder.

Eddie chuckled, lifting your chin to make you at him again, "For heavens sake, sit still and close your eyes."

You obeyed, but whined, "Why? What are you doing?"

"This, dumbass."

Without warning, he took your face firmly in his warm hands and gently pulled you down against his lips.

And shit, you liked it more than you would ever care to admit. His lips. God, his lips.

You'd seen Eddie kiss exactly one time.

It'd been at a party you snuck into together Sophomore year. You'd lost him in the crowd at some point, probably one too many drinks on your part. When you finally caught sight of him across the room, he had a brunette pushed against a wall, her hands in his wild hair as he kissed her deep and hard.

Your stomach went tight when you saw it.  There was jealousy there, sure, but there was something else too. Something warm and low. You wanted to be that brunette. You wanted that kiss.

But this kiss? This kiss was blowing that one clear out of the water.

It was curious at first, slow and gentle as he welcomed the taste and feel of you. His mouth was warm and soft. Familiar, in an odd way. Eddie...Eddie's sweet grin. You'd seen this pretty mouth flash you so many smiles and laugh so many laughs. The kind of smiles and laughs he saved just for you.

The kiss deepened slowly as you inched closer in against his chest. Finally, his hands found your thighs, giving you a reassuring squeeze as he pulled you further into his lap. You groaned softly at the feeling of his heart beating right up against yours.

The kiss broke when you remembered that you did, in fact, need oxygen to live, but he didn't let you go far, tilting your head back lazily as he left a messy trail down your throat.

"What do you think?" You stuttered, distracted. "I-Is it weird?"

He chuckled, his hot breath fanning over the delicate skin of your neck. "So fuckin' weird."

You went breathless as he nipped a soft spot beneath your ear, gasping his name weakly. You could feel his smug smile against your jaw. "Feel nice?"

"Shut up." You retorted quietly, eyes still closed. Eddie grinned, pulling your hair back to suck teasingly at the spot. Your hands laced in his curls,  "W-What're you?-"

"Just leaving you a souvenir."

"I'm gonna smell like cigarettes after this. 's that not enough?" Your taunt was barely coherent as you winced at the sting of the little bruise. It felt good.

He laughed good-naturedly, lips kiss bitten when he pulled back to look you in the eye. "I'm just marking my territory."

"Marking your-? What, Are you gonna piss on me next, Alpha Male?"

He snorted a laugh as you crooned down to find him again, "You know I love it when you antagonize me."

You would've returned the quip, but you were too focused on his wandering hands moving up your thighs. You grazed your tongue over his lower lip in warm retaliation.

He moaned softly into your mouth, and it made a deep ache settle between your legs. You ignored this, trying to hide the slight roll of your hips.

Your hands laced in his hair as things grew desperate and messy. At this point, it would've been impossible for him to try and hide where he was hot and hard against your leg, so he took one for the team and grinded you against him gently.

You cursed softly, "Getting excited?"

He chuckled, his words strained, "Maybe a little."

Your cheeks had gone red, and the heat of his middle against yours was making you flush down to your tummy. You rocked in his lap curiously, "Me too."

He groaned, "Oh, trust me sweetheart. I know."

You pulled back suddenly, eyes wide, "You can feel it?"

He breathed a laugh, brows raised, "Babe, you're soaking my jeans. Of course I feel it." You buried your face in your hands, and Eddie giggled at your mortification. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about!"

Your words were muffled behind your palms. "If you have to say that, then it definitely is."

He grinned, "How did you expect any of this to go down without you getting a little wet?"

You whined, "Don't say that."

"What!?"

You groaned loudly. Eddie gave you a fond look, fighting a giggle, "Hey...I'm serious. It's a good thing. Besides, I've been poking your thighs for ten minutes now. I'd be worried if you weren't a little-" He aborted the word, remembering how you'd cringed, before. "Turned on."

"That's different." You bit your lower lip, arguing even though you knew he had a point. You'd felt him stiffening beneath you since he'd gotten you in his lap.

"How?" He leaned back against the couch, lazily.

"Because you're not...leaking!" Your ears felt like they were on fire.

"Oh, sweetheart. I definitely am. You're not the only reason I'm gonna have to wash these, alright?" You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose as he gestured to his pants. His gaze followed you as you laid your head on his shoulder, his nose nudging against yours. God, you could get used to this...

You bristled at the thought. No. No you couldn't. He was a friend. Just a friend. A friend whose erection just so happened to be pressing up against your panties through your pants.

He fiddled with your waistband  absentmindedly, pecking your lips as he popped open the button of your pants. His voice was gentle this time, when he spoke. "Why don't you let me take a look. You know...assess the damage." He smiled playfully.

You wanted to respond, but he'd affectively stolen every thought in your head, leaving you to nod dumbly and sit back as he dragged the fabric down off of your thighs. He tossed your jeans god knows where, his eyes focusing on a wet patch of your underwear.

Eddie was glad you couldn't see it, knowing you'd be embarrassed if you could, but Christ, it was making him way too hot in his wine stained shirt. He pulled you back up into your spot on his lap, having been quite fond of it previously, and rubbed his hands over your bare thighs, soothingly. "You ever touch yourself?"

If you were red when he said you were wet, you were flaming now. You stuttered, tensing a little. "Eddie..."

"Hey, I jerk off more times a day than should be legal for one man. I'm not going to judge you for touching yourself. I was just curious if you're used to...you know..."

"F-Fingers?"

He swallowed thickly, fighting a groan at your implication. "Yeah. Fingers. Being touched. Didn't want to hurt you if you're sensitive."

You nodded, "I, um...I do."

"That's good. That's really good." He wet his lips, "Do you...rub? Or put fingers inside?"

"I rub, mostly. I've tried fingers, it just doesn't work for me. I think I'm doing it wrong." You scratched your neck, awkwardly.

A curve tugged at his lips, "I don't think there's one right way to do it."

You scoff, "Says 'Magic-Fingers-Munson'."

He laughed, voice breaking, "Now you're making me sound like a pornstar."

"I'm serious, Eds." You frowned, holding your temple. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing."

He pulled your hand from your head, "Hey, I don't either, sweetheart. A handful of good reviews doesn't mean I'm gonna know how to make you feel good. They're all different. I'm telling you. Once you push your fingers in, It's a jungle up in there." He tapped your belly, and you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the conversation. "Shit, you guys are so complicated. There's not one go to magic button. I wish there was."  He sighed, as if this were something that caused him stress on a semi-weekly basis.

"Eddie..." You hummed, chewing your thumbnail nervously. "Are you...Are you gonna do to me...what you do to the people at the bars?" You want him to. God, you want him to.

Jesus fucking Christ. If you're asking if he'll finger you? Drop to his knees for you? Then the answer is yes. A million times yes. Especially if you promise to keep saying his name like that.

"No sweetheart." You frowned, but he kissed it away long and slow and deep, not bothering to take his lips from yours when he spoke again. "This isn't like that. 'm gonna take my time with my best girl. Make her feel real nice."

You nudged up into another kiss, needily, as his hand snuck between your bodies, fingers dancing along your glistening inner thighs. Eddie groaned as you tugged his curls, gently. "I'm gonna touch you now. Is that ok? I don't want it to scare you."

"Yes." He breathed a sigh of relief at the verbal consent, giving you knee a reassuring squeeze.

He pulled back ever so slightly to look you up and down, watching your eyes as he gently popped the waistband of your panties against your tummy, "These are pretty."

You hummed a thank you, which made his chest go warm.

"Mmkay angel. Just grab me if you need to. Tell me to stop and I will."

Even though he'd warned you, you shivered as he cupped your heat, rubbing his hand between your legs to get you used to the feeling. You whimpered quietly, allowing yourself to grind into his palm.

It made you gasp when his fingers dipped beneath the fabric, his thumb teasing your clit. You flinched, but quickly relaxed against him. "Jesus Eds, your hands are freezing."

He gave a Cheshire grin, letting you rub against the pressure for a few minutes before he pulled his hand from your underwear, sucking his fingers clean. "Alright. Bedroom."

You climbed off of his lap and groaned as you tugged him up from the couch with you. He smirked, giving your ass a little pat as you led him down the hall. "You're cute as shit, you know that?"

"I am not." You hid your blush as you plopped  down onto his bed, watching him kick off his sneakers. "I'm scary as hell."

He smirked, tugging his shirt off and throwing it into a little pile of dirty clothes. His necklace dangled down from his collarbones, tickling you as he crawled up onto the mattress between your spread legs. He held your waist in one hand, dragging your shirt up over your mid-drift with the other.

"You know what, you're right. You are scary as hell, huh?" He toyed with the tiny bow that sat at the waistband of your underwear. "I mean come on...look at this little tummy...'n these pretty pink panties too? Shit..." He leaned over you, peppering his lips over your stomach as he flashed you a taunting grin. "I'm quaking in my boots, you absolute villain." He grabbed your waistband with his teeth, snapping it against your skin.

"Ow! Stop doing that!" You whined with a giggle, which only made him laugh right along with you.

You studied the tattoo on his chest as he  crawled over you, reaching down to lift your head a little. He grabbed a pillow, propping it beneath your neck, "Just making sure Her Majesty has a good view..." He teased, sitting back on his knees. "This ok? You comfy?"

"Yeah." You wiggled, pushing your back up off of the bed. "Can I take my shirt off?"

He looked at you like you'd just asked if he wanted to meet Van Halen. "Are you fucking kidding?"

"Right. Stupid question."

His eyebrows jumped as you grabbed the hem of your shirt, "Wait, wait, wait!!" He jumped forward to hover over you, taking the front of your shirt in his fist, "I want to unwrap my own present."

You rolled your eyes as he pulled you into a messy kiss, your hands lacing in his hair. He broke away to watch as he took your hem between his fingertips, "Arms up."

You obeyed wordlessly, and he pinned your wrists with one hand as he gathered the fabric up over your breasts.

"Oh...oh sweetheart." He cursed at the sight, groaning loudly through pleased laughter as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "You are a bad friend. Horrible." His words were muffled in your hair.

You laughed, "Oh God, what have I done now?"

He yanked your top the rest of the way off, and you giggled when he made a show of throwing it behind him carelessly. He gathered your hair  in one hand, guiding you to tilt back your head so he could kiss down your throat. "I can't believe you have perfect tits and you've never even bothered to tell me. You've been hiding them from me, haven't you? Just to be cruel..."

"You are such an idiot." You flushed a bright, happy red, unable to meet his eyes as he sucked at your chest where it peeked from your bra.

"I've got a secret for you too, you know."

"Yeah?"

You arched your back for a moment, letting him find the latch of your bra. He fiddled with it, but couldn't get it, so you flipped over on to your stomach for him with a taunting smile. He continued to struggle, whining through laughter, "I can't get them!"

"Get what?"

"The goddamn hooks!"

You snorted, "I thought guitarists were supposed to be good with their ha-"

"Shut up and help me!" 

You laughed loudly at his frustration, "I don't know, Munson...this is pretty entertaining stuff."

He growled, "Ok, you know what?"

Turning you over onto your back again, he grabbed the straps of your bra. In seconds, he tugged them off of your shoulders, flipping the cups down onto your stomach, and his hot mouth found your nipple.

Your giggles immediately cut off with a stuttered moan, squirming against the bed as his large warm hand came up to grope you. You cursed as he thumbed over the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing over you gently. His breath was hot as he buried his face in your tits, trailing kisses down the valley between them.

"You smell so fucking good." He groaned as you laced your hands in his hair, making you chuckle. He smiled up at you, proud of himself.

"You never told me your secret."

Now it was his turn to blush, "You sure you want to hear it?" His chin rested against you, and he stared up at you with big brown eyes as you brushed his bangs from his forehead, fondly.

You nodded, unhooking your bra from where it'd been abandoned against your stomach.

"You're positive? Mine's not as sweet as yours."

"I'm sure."

He pursed his lips, head bouncing as you chuckled, and braced himself, "This isn't the first time I've seen you naked."

Your eyes went wide, "What?!"

"I mean, it was like a million summers ago."

"You better be kidding..."

He gave a guilty smile, "You know how the women's locker room at the pool has that weird tiny window in the back? It's hidden in that gated area by the dumpsters so no one ever sees it..."

Your eyes narrowed, "I know that window. How do you know that window, Munson?"

He shrugged, "You went to go change and I went out back to smoke a cigarette. It was a happy accident."

He laughed as your jaw dropped. "How much did you see?"

"Oh, everything. I watched the whole time."

"The whole time?"

He crawled back up to lay next to you on his side, humming warmly, "The whole damn time, pretty girl."

You scoffed, "You absolute perv!"

"I wasn't perving! It was an act of fate!"

It was hard to be mad at him when he so clearly wanted to kiss you, but you crossed your arms over your chest indignantly.

"Oh come on, baby..." He cooed against your ears, nipping at the mark he'd left earlier. You inhaled sharply as he teased the still sensitive skin. "I couldn't help it. You were just so pretty in that little red number."

"Red number? Shit, Eds. That was Sophomore year! Mom didn't even let me wear two pieces yet. What, were my shoulders just that sexy?"

"Oh I saw a lot more than your shoulders, sweetheart."

He smirked as you gave an embarrassed groan, pulling you into a kiss.

"You know...I'd love to keep chit-chatting about this. I really would." He smiled as he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth. "But you were making some real pretty sounds earlier..." His tongue grazed yours heatedly and you gave a soft moan. "Mhm, Just like that." 

He reached down between you, clumsily rubbing between your legs until your stomach started retying itself in knots.

 "Messy little thing...You want these off?"

You nodded, shivering as he hooked his fingers in your waistband and pulled them down. He saw you clench your thighs, the cool air chilling the slick between your legs.

His forehead creased with concern, "You ok, sweetheart? 's not too much, is it? We can stop..." You shook your head, unable to find the words, and he smiled up at you. An Eddie smile. "Can I see you?"

"Sounds like you already have." It came out soft, without any of your usual bite in it. You were fighting to keep your voice steady.

He hummed, coaxing your legs open for him with sweet kisses against your inner thighs, "Haven't ever seen you all needy and wet for me, though, have I?"

You watched him, pupils blown as he admired the throbbing heat between your legs.

"God, baby, you're so wet for me. Gonna taste so sweet, aren't you?"

It was clear that description didn't bother you anymore. Your hips bucked a little as you choked his name, and Eddie kissed you above your slit, cooing reassurances.

"I've got you...I'm gonna rub your clit now, honey. You just tell me if you want me to stop or do something differently, ok?"

You nodded, desperately. God he looked so pretty, his big brown eyes trained on your face as he rested a hand on your lower tummy. The pad of his thumb was warm and rough when it finally pressed against your bare clit. You gave a soft sob, rocking your hips against the friction, drunkenly. He kept the steady pressure for a long while, just enjoying the sight of your body searching for his touch.

"How's that feeling?"

" 's good. It's perfect..." You gave a moan.

"You think I can put a finger in?"

You breathed a nervous yes, your eyes fluttering shut. You felt him switch hands, giving your clit attention with his left as he teased your entrance with his right. Carefully, he slid his index finger inside you.

He cursed at the feeling, his brain going dizzy. You were so pretty and warm and slick...and god, you were tight for him. He coaxed you open little by little until he could scissor two fingers inside you easily, enjoying the sound of his name falling from your lips, delicately. He pulled his hand from you and sucked them clean.

"Alright, angel. You're doing so well. Gonna make you cum on my tongue now, ok? We'll get all those muscles nice and relaxed."

You looked down at him with big eyes, breathless. "You don't have to...if you don't want to."

He raised his brows, "Do you want me to?"

"I want you to do whatever you want to do."

He grinned against your inner thigh mischievously, nipping the slick skin there. "I want to eat your pussy."

You cursed, "Please..."

"Fuck, Y/N..." Eddie gave a blissful sigh, as if he'd been worried you wouldn't let him, and slid his arms around to hold you beneath your legs, your thighs over his shoulders where he kneeled.

He laughed warmly into you when your hands flew to his hair at the first stroke of his hot tongue. His eyes fluttered shut as he moaned, the vibrations making you gasp. His tongue explored you for a minute before flicking over your clit, suckling it. Your chest heaved as he buried his face in you further, shaking his head back and forth between your legs.

The pressure built quickly as he sucked and lapped at you. You croaked his name, riding his face as he stiffened his tongue and pushed it deep, fucking you with it. He rubbed fast hard circles over your clit with his thumb, stopping for a moment to catch his breath. "I'm gonna make you cum, now. Is that alright or do you need a minute?"

You stuttered needily, whimpering soft pleads for him not to stop, but he knew better. He hushed you, pressing soothing kisses between your legs. Your breathing started to even out as rubbed you slowly, giving your body what it needed to keep the knot pulled tight in your stomach.

"That's it...that's my girl. Just relax. We're not in a hurry." You reached down to hold his free hand for a minute, and he smiled, love aching in his chest. "I know you want it, sweetheart. I'm gonna give it to you. I promise. Just gotta take it easy."

When he finally decided you'd returned to the land of the living, he kitten licked around where you were most sensitive, carefully sliding his fingers up and inside you. You whimpered, already trying to fuck yourself against his hand. He hummed against your clit, "Good job, baby. Is that too much inside or does it feel good?"

"F-Feels good, Eds. I...shit...Feels really good."

He beamed, slowly pulling his fingers from you only to sink them back in. He started slowly, still loving you with his mouth as he picked up speed, carefully. You clumsily rolled your hips, meeting his steady thrusts.

"My pretty girl...taking my fingers so well. 's it building back up?" You nodded, nose scrunching in concentration as you searched for what you needed with your hips.

"Here you go, baby." His lips curved as he crooked his fingers, making you gasp at the  pressure against your g-spot.

"Eddie. Eddie..."

"It's ok, angel. I'm here. Just let yourself have it."

You whimpered his name when you came, your vision going white. His chest felt warm at the sound, and it felt even more warm when you reached for him, pitifully, pulling him into a tight, trembling hug.

"Oh baby..." He cooed, laying down on his back so you could rest your head in the crook of his shoulder.

"I love you so much." You croaked, cradling his face as tears welled in your eyes.

He held your hand to his cheek, kissing your palm. "Of course you do, angel. I just made you cum."

You laughed weakly, wiping your tears. "No I...it's not that. I really d-do...I..."

A warm smile grew on his face as you gave up on your fight for words. "C'mere, sweetheart."

He leaned in and kissed you, slow and long and precious. You were both smiling when you parted, and he couldn't help but press one last chaste peck to your kiss bitten lips.

"I love you too. I love you so much, pretty girl. I adore the hell out of you. Love you to the moon."

He brushed the tears from your cheeks gently, concern bubbling in his chest.

"You alright? Too much all at once?"

"No." You breathed, nuzzling closer against him. " 've never felt so good in my life."

He pulled back just a little so he could look at you, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.  You gave a breathy giggle, wiping your eyes, "I don't even care. Laugh it up, Munson. You deserve it. That was heaven."

He laughed brightly, giving a happy sigh. He loved this. He loved holding you against his chest, his arm slung around your waist lazily. He could smell your shampoo and feel your steady breaths, his nose tucked against your hairline.

"You look pretty when you cum." He hummed softly. You could feel the words against your forehead.

You blushed, "I bet you do too."

He traced your lips, and you caught his hand, kissing his fingertips with a grin.

 "Magic-Fingers-Munson".

His ears went hot as he hid his flustered smile, pulling you down into another kiss, "You taste really fuckin' good. You know that?"

"How the hell would I know that?" You chuckled as you combed through his curls. Eddie frowned realizing you had a point, but before he could reply, you pushed him down onto his back, straddling his hips.

"Oh, Hello..." He quirked an eyebrow suggestively as you snuck your face into the crook of his neck, intent on leaving him a souvenir to match your own. He moaned at the feeling, only stopping you when your hands eagerly searched out his belt buckle. He took your wrists, crooning to look you in the eye with a curious smile, "What are you up to?

Your brow furrowed with confusion, "You don't want me to suck you off?"

Eddie felt like you'd just hit him with a bus, "Excuse me?"

You sat back in his lap, "You tasted me now I'm gonna taste you...wanna make you feel good too."

His eyes went wide, "You wanna-? Oh...Oh absolutely not, angel. That's not happening."

You crossed your arms, "Why not?"

"Because, Casanova..." He pulled you down to lay against his chest, rubbing your back as he pecked your lips. "It's hard enough being actively straddled by a very beautiful, very naked girl...the same girl who had her thighs  around my head not two minutes ago, might I add...You put that pretty mouth anywhere near my cock and I'm a goner, princess."

You didn't look satisfied, "I want to return the favor."

He giggled, "You already have. That strip show in the woman's locker room has been doing the trick for years." He laughed brightly at your unamused look.

"Can I at least take your pants off?"

He raised his brows as he smoothed his hands over your thighs, affectionately. "Knock yourself out, tiger."

His eyes followed your hands as you finished your work with his needlessly complicated belt buckle and tossed it to the side, unhooking the button of his jeans and sliding the zipper down. Your heart stalled as he kicked them off. He was gorgeous and soft, and you could the outline of him resting against his tummy. He watched for a moment as you stared, unsure of where to go, next.

"Y/N?" You met his warm brown eyes. It's so hard to be anxious with him. "Have you ever touched a penis before?"

He held your hand, rubbing calming circles into your wrist as you shook your head.

"Have you ever seen one? Like, in real life?"

"N-No."

He took a deep breath, smiling without judgement. "You want to see?"

You nodded, nerves twisting in your stomach. Slowly, Eddie pushed his boxers down off of his hips, taking his length in his hand. He watched your eyes as pumped himself once or twice, groaning as pre-cum dripped onto his belly. He was so pretty. God, he was gorgeous. He moved his hand after a moment, letting you study him.

"You can touch if you want, sweetheart." He encouraged, squeezing your hand. He could see in your eyes you were curious. "I'll tell you if I need you to stop."

He cursed, giving a little hiss when you wrapped your warm hand around his shaft, and your grip immediately loosened.

" 's ok, baby." He reassured, breathlessly. "Just felt nice is all. You're not hurting me."

After a moment, you hesitantly reached for him again. He was harder than you expected. Warmer...and he was soft. The temptation to put him in your mouth tripled when you felt how velvety he was in your hands. You could feel his heart beat as you stroked him, and you wondered momentarily if you'd be able to feel it inside you.

You were enamored for a moment with him, but your focus very quickly turned elsewhere when you looked up to see Eddie's eyes fluttered shut with bliss, his bare chest taking deep, slow breaths. You called his name softly and he gazed at you through hooded eyes, chuckling when he saw your smile.

"I've um...I've never been touched. Only m-myself."

His hips stuttered as you dragged your thumb over his tip, curiously.

"God, your hand feels so fucking good." His nose scrunched a little as he laughed through a moan, "Shit, you should stop."

You obeyed, crawling back up to give him another kiss. You were both completely naked now, and every last inch of Eddie's bare skin was distracting to you. You couldn't help but stare. He stared back, head still dizzy from the feeling of being touched.

"So, um...this is where my experience thins." He admitted, mentally kicking himself for feeling so fucked out from the shortest most clumsy little handjob known to man. He laced your fingers with his, kissing the back of your hand. "But I've still got you, ok? Nothing to worry about. "

You loved him so much you wanted to cry. Eddie. Sweet Eddie who let you cry into his shirt every time someone broke up with you. Eddie, who held your hair every time you were hungover. Eddie, who knew instantly how to make you feel comfortable and loved in every situation you could ever be facing together.

"I've got you too." You whispered, tears glossing your eyes. You kissed him before he could notice, and it grew messy and hot quickly with the promise of more. You were both panting when it finally broke.

"I've got condoms." He blurted out, quickly. "Wayne got me a box, like, a hundred years ago when he tried to give me the sex talk. I haven't used a single goddamn one."

You laughed, and it sounded like a little bird song. Eddie couldn't help but smile. He sat up, yanking open his bedside table with far too much enthusiasm. He fished the box out, pausing to check the date on the back.

He grinned, pumping his fist, "Hell Yeah! They've still got a year left in them!"

You snorted a laugh as he ripped one off of the chain and tore it open. Settling between your legs, he rested back on his knees as he rolled the condom on, spreading the leftover lube from the package over himself. He wished he'd had a bottle of it on hand, if only to make things easier. He wiped his hand on his stomach as he found your eyes, again.

He paused, looking suddenly nervous. "Do you still want to do this?"

You nodded, spreading your legs further for him, and holy shit, he could've died and gone to heaven just from the sight of that. He tried to reel himself in, "You're positive? I mean, once it's done I can't give it back."

"Hey..." You cooed, frowning sweetly. "What's wrong?"

He blushed, scratching his neck. "I'm scared. I don't want to hurt you."

You reached down to squeeze his hand, "Eddie...'

He looks up at your with those big brown eyes. You gave him a pretty smile.

"I always kinda hoped it'd be you."

His heart settled in his chest as he took a deep breath, mustering his courage. He nodded, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. "Just relax for me, ok?" 

Your eyes fluttered as you took a deep breath, trying to losen your muscles for him. He dragged his tip up and down against you, watching your face so closely.

"God, Angel. You're so sweet. So fuckin' pretty. Always have been." You whimpered as his head nudged your sensitive, swollen clit. "You ready?"

"Please..." you hummed, desperate to be filled up by this boy you'd loved for so long. "Please, Eds. I want it. I want you."

He cursed softly, "Just relax for me, ok? Keep breathing nice and slow."

He watched your expression so carefully. You were soaked, your folds glistening both from from his tongue and from your own arousal, and he met little to no friction as he pressed his tip in against you.

He took it an inch at a time, ignoring how painfully hard he was in favor of making positively sure the penetration wouldn't hurt anymore than it absolutely had to. He could feel pre-cum gathering in the tip of the condom by the time he was about halfway there.

He stopped, rubbing a warm hand over your tensed belly. "How're we feeling?" He cooed sweetly, concern in his eyes as you wiggled your hips uncomfortably.

"Shit, Eds...I...'m...full. Really full."

"I can feel it too, sweetheart. You're so fuckin' tight."

The wince in his voice made your eyes fly open. Your words were a hoarse whimper, "Am I hurting you?"

"Shit, are you kidding?" He chuckled, his eyes fluttered shut with bliss as he focused on holding off the tension building inside him. "You feel fucking crazy, baby. Feel so good, for me. Holy shit...you're so soft and warm in there." You gave a breathless laugh, and he hissed. "Oh fuck, don't laugh..."

You flash him a confused look.

"Makes your muscles...spasm." His dark brows are furrowed with concentration.

He let your walls adjust to him for a minute before pushing in further. The deeper he got, the more he started to feel a slight resistance.

He bit his lip, watching your scrunched face. "Ok, princess, this might be where it starts to sting." You nodded, taking his hand. He rubbed a comforting circle over your hip. "I need you to tell me if this hurts, ok? Pinkie swear it?"

You hooked your little finger with his, and he brought your hand up to kiss it.

"This is the last bit, ok? And then the hard part is over." He reached down to rub your clit as he spoke, nearly cutting himself off with a choked moan when he felt your walls pulse and twitch around him in response to the stimulation. "That's it...That's nice huh? Good distraction?" You gave a quick nod, chasing the friction.

He continued to thumb at you as he slowly pushed the last two inches of himself deep inside. You gave a little gasp, biting your lip as your hand buried itself in his sheets. Tears stung your eyes at the sharp pain. It felt like something had torn inside you. Like he's split you down the middle. Your hips ached at the intrusion.

He was unable to tell if the whimper you gave was a good sound or not, but the moment he saw a tear roll down your cheek, he went to pull out. "Shit, Y/N...Shit, Shit, Shit-"

You grabbed his hand tightly, "No no no, please stay in. I'm ok. I'm ok, I promise. Just have to get used to it." His heart ached as he watched you catch your breath, squirming gently. "Just getting used to it...Eddie..."

You gave him a look at that was meant to be reassuring, and it kind of was, but it mostly just told him how badly you needed to be held.

Tenderly, he laid himself between your legs, hovering over you as he gathered you up against his chest. Your arms hugged his shoulders tightly as he rolled onto his back, letting you lay on top of him with his cock fit snugly inside you. Your heart stuttered as you rested there against his chest, his hands stroking through your hair soothingly.

He held you like that until the tears slowed, kissing them from your cheeks and whispering soft praises against your lips as he rubbed your back. Eventually, you sat up to straddle him, wincing slightly as the added weight of your upright body sank you even further down onto his length. He held your hips in big, warm hands, dragging his thumbs up and down your sore belly, lovingly.

He groaned softly as you felt the position out, his hand coming down to rub your clit. "That's my perfect girl."

The words hit you deep in your tummy, and you whined for him, your hips instinctively giving a needy roll. You gasped at the movement.

Eddie exhaled sharply, "You want to be on top sweetheart? Or do you want me to fuck you?"

You'd wanted to ride him. A million years ago you'd read in a Cosmo magazine that cowgirl was a surefire way to "blow your partner's mind". You wanted to blow Eddie's mind. You wanted to give him a good first time. But you also knew your trembling muscles and aching stomach couldn't handle Cosmo's idea of "mind-blowing", at present.

"I um..." Your face scrunched as you tried to adjust. "Would you be disappointed if? If I wasn't on top?"

Eddie's eyebrow quirked, "What?"

"I just...I think you being so deep is too much right now, but it's your first time too, and if you want me on top then-"

He led you down into kiss, quieting you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rolled you onto your back again, kneeling between your legs. "Y/N...I'm balls deep in my favorite person ever. You really think the position I fuck your brains out in is going to make difference in my overall feelings about this experience?" 

He grinned, which made you giggle in spite of yourself. "Just want to make it good for you too." You sighed, already feeling better at the new angle.

"Oh, baby...it's better than good." He chuckled, as if the pure thought that he could potentially not be enjoying this was ridiculous. You squirmed as his circles over your clit sped up ever so slightly, rolling your hips as if you were trying to fuck yourself on him. "You ready for me to move?"

You nodded, arching a little against his touches. He watched your face as he dragged his length out of you a few inches and slowly pushed back in, thrusting shallowly. He groaned at the feeling of your wet heat gripping him. Slowly, he repeated the action, and you moaned his name so breathlessly he thought he was going to pass out. "Fuck, Eddie..."

"That's it. Just lay back and take me. 's it starting to feel better?"

Your eyes lulled as you tried to focus on him, " 's sore but it's...it's good. Like 'm aching for...-"

"Cock?"

Your hips bucked at the lewdness of the thought, his tip sliding deeper against the still-sensitive spot inside you. "Please..."

"Please what?"

Your eyes had fallen shut as bliss started to warm your fingertips and toes. "Fuck me...need it harder, I think."

Eddie scrambled to think of whatever blatant turn offs he could find in his brain, willing himself not to cum right then and there. He thought of things that grossed him out...Jason Carver's cologne and cafeteria meatloaf and that drunk brunette who'd shoved her tongue down his throat Sophomore year.

No matter how hard he wracked his brain, nothing could compete against the knowledge of just how good he was making you feel. Your pretty whines would have been enough on their own, but he could feel it too. He was fucking you so well that, despite whatever soreness you might've still been feeling, your walls fluttered and pulsed around him with every smack of his skin against yours.

You reached for him, tears welling in your eyes at the sensations, and he gladly leaned to hover over you, hooking your knees onto his hips. You linked your ankles behind him as kissed you so lovingly, pausing only to whisper little praises against your lips.

He wanted to kiss you for the rest of his miserable life. You were warm and soft, and god, every time he made you laugh he felt like his heart was going to fly right out of his chest. It was over for him. It was so fucking over.

"I'm not gonna last...fuck, I'm so sorry. I'm...I'm close. I'm really close." He sobbed, his lips parted and brows furrowed with pleasure.

You held him tight, his nose nudged against yours as you cradled his face soothingly. "Cum for me, Eddie. It's ok. Cum inside me. I want to feel it."

If he had any hopes of holding out, it was gone the moment those filthy words left your mouth. He whined pitifully, burying his nose in your hair as his hips stuttered against you. You felt a warmth as he spilled into the condom, groaning lazily as you held him.

You stayed there for a long time, joined together as you admired one another nose to nose. You traced his features with your fingertip, pecking his lips every so often as he slowly came back to earth. You smiled softly when he gave another soft whimper.

"You still with me, pretty boy?"

"Physically, yes." You giggled sweetly as he blushed, unable to meet your eyes, "I'm sorry."

You frowned, "For what?"

He scratched his neck awkwardly, looking embarrassed. "You didn't cum."

"Oh hell yes I did."

"Not on my cock." He pouted, his lips gazing yours.

You hummed, "On your face though, which is arguably even better." He fought a smile, kissing you one last time before he got up, sitting back on his knees. You whined at the loss of his body warmth.

He giggled, giving a smug grin. "I'm just cleaning you up, you little brat. Sit still..."  You scoffed as he pulled out, slowly. Any quip you might have had ready died on your lips when you saw a flash of panic in his eyes.

"Hey..." You sat up on your elbows, "What is it?"

He stuttered as he looked down between your legs. "There's...it's just...you're bleeding."

You followed is gaze to the spent condom. It was still wet from your heat, but the slick that coated it was pink with blood.

Eddie looked like he was going to cry, "Did I...Did I hurt you?-"

"Eds-"

"Shit, Y/N, why didn't you say somethi-"

"Eddie!" You gave a soft laugh as he finally met your eyes. "It's alright. I'm ok. That's normal, Eds. It's just a little bit of blood."

He swallowed thickly, "Are you sure?"

You nodded, "I promise. I've heard stories from friends. It's really common."

He exhaled slowly, his muscles relaxing. "Jesus, you scared me. Thought I'd punched a fuckin' hole through you or some shit."

You laughed loudly, head lulling back, and he couldn't help but smile too as he gave your hip a playful pinch. He tossed the condom and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom, carefully cleaning any leftover mess from your thighs.

You whimpered, squirming, and Eddie grinned, "Sensitive?"

You shot him a frown. "It's just cold! Why didn't you use warm water?"

"Oh, my apologies, your highness!" You snorted as he tossed the washcloth into a pile of dirty clothes, one that'd been there so long it was probably a bio-hazard at this point, and found his boxers on the floor.

 "Are you chilly?" He opened a drawer of his dresser, fishing out a shirt and passing it to you.

 "A little. Why?"

He plopped down on his bed beside you, a shit eating grin on his face, "Your nipples are hard." You laughed, rolling your eyes as he gathered you in close to lay against his chest. He wiggled his eyebrows,  "Maybe you're just horny, still."

You hummed as he kissed you, deepening his movements, "Of course I am. I never got to suck you off."

A groan rumbled in his chest, eyes scrunching. "You're gonna kill me sweetheart."

"Mhm, I've definitely thought about it. You're irritating as hell."

He cackled, dimples on full display as his head lulled back, "And yet you still want my dick in your mouth."

You gave a sly grin, "I'm just trying to reel you in with my womanly wiles and keep you all to myself."

"You are a brat..." He scoffed as he rubbed your back absentmindedly, sighing as he shook his head. "Can't say I didn't see this coming, though."

You giggled, "And why's that?"

"Oh babe. Everyone knows how these things go. I'm stuck with you now." Mischief played in his eyes. "I've seen it a million times. You take someone's virginity and they imprint on you like a fuzzy little duckling."

You smirked, "So I'm gonna fall in love with you now?"

"Oh, you already have, angel." He winked playfully, nudging your chin.

"Guess we're stuck with each other then, huh? Seeing as, you know, I took your virginity too." You gave him a teasing look.

"You took 3/4ths of my virginity. That's very different. You're only 75% stuck with me."

You sigh, smiling warmly. "I see. So you're only 75% in love with me?"

"Oh no no, babe." He grinned, crooning down to pull you into a sweet kiss. "I think I can spare you the extra 25% on this one."

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