#💕.cheshire

[mydictionary-yume]

Randomly was plagued with the thought of Saku bapping Lu to get her attention after he finishes his bday stream and is still in costume as Cheshire and I just- HHHH. CUTIES. Like this btw

Look at him go. Bapbapbapbapbap

[jacksintention]

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[saharadeserttrek]

Sunday - Half Marathon an activity to raise funds towards my Sahara Desert Trek for @caftcharity Monday - a visit from the beautiful Eden and @han_nicholas Wednesday - a visit to the @blueplanetaquarium and a visit to @wagamama_uk in #Cheshire-oaks Thursday - my beautiful boy turned ONE! He’s a little under the weather so we spent the day playing with toys and having lots of cuddles with a tiny tea party! Finally, today #Friday I’m taking myself out for a bit of #metime💕 shopping and enjoying @starbucks #selfcare #selflove What a week!!! Let the weekend begin, enjoy everyone ❤️ #friyay #weekendvibes https://www.instagram.com/p/CqK3abYIKPP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[avoteforme]

if jack and phryne had a kid jack would definitely outfit her with cowboy boots and phryne would pin the buffalo bill badge on her and dot would make the most adorable-est kid clothes

[hanafubukki]

OMG, hello! As someone who is weak for this single bat dad, I love your Lilia work. We always see MC being sent to meet General Lilia and co in the past or in a dream but I wanna ask you what would happen if General Lilia was the one sent to present time, where Lilia and F!reader are already a couple and meeting current Lilia. Like, General Lilia still doesn't like humans but he feels attracted to reader and current Lilia would be such a little shit about it. I can't help but imagine him just kissing reader while staring at General Lilia in the eye or hugging them from behind while reader talks to General Lilia and giving him the biggest Cheshire grin. He's not jealous or anything but is such a troll about it...

Hello Calico-Queen 🌺🌻🌷

Thank you so much 💕💜 I'm happy to hear that. Lilia is always in the brain, so its wonderful to hear people enjoy these fics that I write.☺️🌺

That being said, you're the third person who has somehow ended up in my brain. Because this is a thought I have been thinking of for awhile now but haven’t put to paper, just stuck in head and day dreamed about. 🥰

…Careful, you might get stuck under all the diasomnia fic and thoughts 😂 jkjkjk

Who would know how to push your buttons better than...yourself?? Current Lilia is going to do exactly that. General Lilia is going to be shocked about you initially, but I think he would be more shocked about himself.

What had happened? Did Meleanor’s thunder knock a few screws or something?? Why is he like this?

He doesn't know when he will get back to his time but he will...try and get used to his current situation. It will take him a while to warm up to you.

But don't worry, he's the same way with Silver and Sebek. Even with Malleus there's a familiarity but also a hesitance...as if this was all a dream.

Once he gets used to you though, you can tell he has a crush. He's like a cat; he wants affection but doesn't know how to ask for it. The way you treat him has him nervous and he can't help but relax. But these feelings are so new to him and you're a human, he doesn't know how to treat you.

Current Lilia is laughing his head off on the side because he knows exactly what his past self is thinking and he's having fun teasing him!

Current Lilia is going to kiss and hug YN knowing full well that is exactly what his past self wants to do. Smirk at him as his past self glares. Oh? You wish you could be this affectionate with YN. Sorry General, you're 400 years too early Kufufu~

Ah~ but Lilia shouldn't let his guard down. After all, this is himself after all. General Lilia is nothing if not stubborn and will take up the challenge.

The General one day grabs your hand before kissing it in thanks for your kindness. Another time, he might even have the courage to kiss your cheek.

Somehow you end up in the middle of these two's...competition, but I doubt you mind dear reader. 🥰

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Ice skating | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x BestFriend!Female!Reader

Summary -> You try to convince your best friend to go ice skating with you, which he agrees after you give him a bit more attention.

Wordcount -> 1188

Warnings -> (G) none, just fluff

Request -> Heyyyy. I have a request for your Follower special: 2. "Come on, grumpy face, this will be fun!" with Bucky. I'm excited to read what you come up with! Thank you in advance.💕 @lives-in-midgard

A/N -> Thank you so much for the request. And I hope you like what I made with it.

Events -> 1k Follower Special

Sweetheart Bingo | Row One-Three | Cutie | @sweetspicybingo | Fandom Bingo | G4 | Bucky Barnes | @fandombingo

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

It’s just snowing outside; it's actually pretty cold, but because the sun is brightening the day, it’s the perfect time to go out with your best friend. You want to do something he hasn’t done with you. You’re sure he hasn’t done it at all, and that makes it more exciting.

“Buckyyy!" you shout excitedly while you walk along the floor to his room.

The brown-haired man sits in his bed, his back against the headboard, while he is watching television. When he already hears you calling his name, he rolls his eyes, playful but smirking. He turns his head to the door, waiting for you to open it so fast that it crashes against the wall. The hole in the wall isn’t there because he was angry or because his super-soldier powers make him sometimes open the door with a lot too much drive. It’s because whenever you’re excited, you open his door with a power he didn’t know you had.

“Don’t slam the door against the wall, doll,” he shouts when he hears you just a step away from his door.

But your ability to hear isn’t as good as his, so you didn’t really hear his words. Your hand grabs the doorknob, and you push the wooden door away from you. It swings open and crashes against the wall, the doorknob inside the room perfectly fitting in the hole in the wall.

“Bucky, my best friend.”

“When people are afraid that I break something, they haven’t met you,” he chuckles, and you roll your eyes before you turn around and look suspicious at the door and the wall.

Then you grip the doorknob and close the door, turning back to Bucky. With your hands behind your back and a playful smile on your lips, you walk through his room until you reach his bed.

“What do you want, doll?” he asks with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Can’t I just spend some time with my best friend in his large bed?”

“I would say yes, you could. But you are excited, and you slammed my door against the wall again. So what do you have in mind to do today?”

The grin on your face makes you compete with the Cheshire cat. You let yourself fall down next to Bucky on his bed, with your stomach pressing into the mattress. You have your hands under your head, and you look at him. He groans, amused, waiting for you to tell him what’s going on in your mind and what you plan to do with him today.

“It’s winter, isn’t it?”

“Yeah? And it snows, and it's cold.”

“But it’s winter, and there is ice. And we’re going ice skating. Bucky, don’t look at me like you don’t like it.”

“I- I don’t know if I’m good at ice skating. You know? In the 40's, we had the frozen lake, but we just wore our normal shoes, you know?” Bucky asks, his cheeks heating up, and you chuckle softly.

“Do you know they have such a cool thing called Pinguin. You can have one, and then you look a bit old because you shove it in front of you.”

Bucky looks at you, slightly annoyed but with a hint of a smile on his lips.

“You like it when I look old, don’t you?”

"Mhm, I love it. Yeah. It makes you sexy,” you laugh, and Bucky rolls over until he lays on top of your back.

His weight presses you more into the mattress, and when he starts to tickle you, you try to wiggle underneath him. Bucky chuckles until he leans closer to your ear.

“Do you like old men like me, doll?” he asks with such a deep voice that you shiver softly underneath him.

“I do, actually. But you’re heavy, Buck,” you confess, and Bucky rolls himself next to you, looking straight into your eyes.

“I love you.”

“Buck, that’s- Really?”

He nods, his hand slowly stroking your cheek, and you smile softly. The warmth of his hand gives you a tingling feeling on your skin. You always loved his touches, but with the confession of his love for you, it’s even better. You have had a crush on him for a while now, and whenever you two had your film nights or just cuddled, you wished he would love you the way you love him. Little do you know, he fell in love with you too, and you know yet that he loves you like you love him.

“I love you too,” you say softly.

Bucky leans closer, his lips almost brushing against yours, but he waits to see if he finds a hint of discomfort in your expression. But when you just smile and your eyes brighten a bit more, he breaks the distance between your lips and kisses you. His plump, soft lips move perfectly against yours, and you sigh softly when Bucky slides his hand to your neck and pulls you closer.

“But I’m still not going ice skating.”

“Come one, grumpy face. This will be fun.”

He shakes his head. You get up and move between his legs, reaching your hand out for him to grab. He does, letting you pull him up so he sits in front of you. Bucky's arms find their way around your waist, and he places his head against your stomach.

“Maybe when I get another kiss,” he tells you, looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes.

You can’t say no when he looks at you with those puppy eyes and a small pout on his lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean down to kiss him. Bucky pulls you onto his lap and holds you tight at your waist.

“Don’t you prefer kissing me instead of going ice skating with me?”

“We can kiss there too, or when we are back here. Come on,” you say, getting off his lap and trying to get him out of  bed but he makes himself extra heavy.

He laughs but stands up; he then pulls you against him again. Your hands immediately find their place on his firm chest. His fingers are digging into your soft skin, covered with the fabric of your pants.

“Can we cuddle? I wanna cuddle,” he mumbles, still pouting.

“You just don’t want to go ice skating. I will kiss and cuddle all night with you when we go ice skating now.”

“All night and all day tomorrow. And the day after, and that day, and-“

“Oke, I’m all yours then,” you say, laughing before you kiss him again and pull him with you to go ice skating with him.

But you can’t deny that you’re looking forward to being in bed with him. Cuddled up in his strong arms, in his warm embrace, and kissing him as much and as long as the two of you want to. The words aren’t spoken out loud yet, but the two of you know that you belong together. You’re so much more than just best friends; you're more than just lovers; he is yours, and you’re his.

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[breadnabreadd]

HERE I GO AGAIN MIXING MY TWO HYPERFIXATIONS

✦ MK IN WONDERLAND!!!

✦ I mean, like. I was reading Alice in wonderland once again and I thought: "oh why not make it LMK???"

And here we are.

✦ I wouldn't consider this an AU but I will tag it as an AU anyways. The Wonderland AU!

✦ what it is about??

Basically MK was reading Alice in wonderland out of curiosity and suddenly he saw Mei dressing up as the same white rabbit on the book. MK got confused and decided to follow Mei and he accidentally fall into the rabbut hole, going to Wonderland.

In other words, MK is dreaming he is in Wonderland and his friends are the characters in the book- 💕🏌️‍♂️

✦ Now, time to say which character is each--

MK is Alice, of course

Mei is the White Rabbit

Sandy is the Blue Caterpillar

Monkey King is the mad hatter (as you can see in the drawing above)

Pigsy is the Hare Pig of March

Tang is the Dormouse

Macaque is the Cheshire Cat Macaque

Red son is the Red Queen

✦ NOW HAVE CHESHIRE MACAQUE! [Yeets]

+ random doodles I did in my artstyle. And I plan to do silly doodles about this AU.

[sugasiren]

☆ Astro Observations Pt 2 ☆

**NOTE: This blog contains Mature Content.

💜 Scorpio Suns can "fake" smile A LOT - especially the women. They'll have big ass Cheshire Cat grins on their faces when trying to convince others that they care when they DO NOT. Shit looks mad weird! 🤣 Scorpionic Energy is meant to be dark, enticing & magnetic. So just embrace it!

💜 Scorpio Venus Women can be reserved Nuns or wild Wh0res! Lol. They can go hard in either direction. Either way though, they *hate* to be objectified and crave connection. Scorpio Venus Men are simply seductive AF. 🔥 Like dayummm! They're usually a highly sexual yet very choosy bunch. They can go years (by choice) without sex like a Monk. Many will "hold back" and repress their craving for an all-consuming love. Then suddenly FLOOD with emotions (and semen lol) for that special somebody - ready to devour your pu$$y & envelop your soul! 😎 These men are possessive & not for the faint of heart.

💜 Individuals with Mars in the 3rd House are MAJOR Sapiosexuals. Deep conversations turn them on!! Intellect gives these women many tingles and usually arouses *both* heads on the men. 🔥 3rd House rules short-distance travel... so these people may enjoy car sex, sex outdoors or sex while on a weekend getaway. Also, the women can correlate how a man drives/parks with how he fucks. 🤣 And you know what? It actually makes sense! A man who sucks at parking is probably a shitty lay. Lol. A man who handles large trucks with ease will probably dominate you.

*fans self*

💜 Libra Risings often look like walking works of ART from the Romantic Era. 💕 Paint these pretty bitches in ALL of their Venusian glory! Just sit them next to an elegant fireplace wearing *nothing* but a silk robe and a smile for Titanic vibesss. Often, the Men look like Sculpted Gods (like The Rock & Idris Elba) or Pretty Boys - like Leo DiCaprio & Harry Styles. And the Women are typically very lovely & voluptuous - like Beyonce, Doja Cat & Kate Winslet. Even when Libra Risings are average in appearance, they come across as pleasant & attractive to others.

💜 Men with strong Capricorn and/or Leo in their charts (especially Mars, Moon or ASC) give hella Big Dick Energy. 💪💪 Take me from the back, Zaddy! And they often make for being the best Providers for their families. *King Aura*

💜 Women with strong Taurus and/or Scorpio in their charts give Big Clit Energy. 🔥 Women with heavy Leo or Capricorn definitely possess Queen Energy. 🥂 Ladies with strong Aries give BOTH! The Queens w/ the Juicy Clit. ♈

💜 Aries Suns are indeed the PIONEERS of the Zodiac in every sense of the word. They blaze trails everywhere they go. 🔥🔥 Aretha Franklin was The Queen Of Soul; Marlon Brando & Bette Davis were the King & Queen of Old Hollywood; Celine Dion & Mariah Carey created the female Vocal Trinity that dominated the 90's music scene; Steven Tyler taught us how to boldly "Dream On" and Marvin Gaye asked us "What's Going On?" and inspired us to think! Selena was the FIRST woman to became a megastar in Tejano Music; Loretta Lynn broke major ground for women in Country Music; Martin Lawrence made us laugh until we peed our pants; Lady GaGa is in a glorious class all by HERSELF. 💯 Van Gogh created timeless Art; Phoebe & Simone have inspired the masses to bring back real romance as the lead actresses on the smash show 'Bridgerton'; Halle Bailey is amazingly talented & is going to be the best damn ARIEL this world has ever seen. 🧜🏾‍♀️

You need a ground-breaker? You need courage & inspiration? You need to see the IDGAF spirit in action? Go find an Aries and they'll get the damn job DONE. ♈

That's all for now Darlings! 💕 Catch you again soon.

[uusercatt367]

Yui as the Cheshire Cat 🤨🤨🤨🙌🙌🙌

You all knew I had to do this 🤧🛐💕🎆

[wulvercazz]

🐈‍⬛Vanishing Fiend💦

Previous~ Ichigo spends some quality time with Mr Cheshire Cat; Grimmjow's got this way of playing with his head and tangling in his thoughts💕

[quicktosimp]

Exploration

Kinktober Day 01 - Handjob

A/N: Hello! This is my first time joining kinktober, and writing smut in general. So I hope this is enjoyable for you ❤️

Warnings: 18+, handjob, praise kink, dirty talk, size kink, alien genitalia, all characters are aged up!

Lo'ak x human!reader

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Wow, Kiri, what is today, hate on Norm day? Norm wouldn’t be that bad of a dad!”   I laughed.

“I would rather drink acid,”  Kiri exaggerated. 

“Well, there might be a bottle of old bleach in the bathroom.”  Spider grinned from the top of a pod. 

“Come on guys, seriously, Norm’s a good guy; he taught us so much! He’s been showing me how to take samples of ikrans!  I managed to get near one yesterday! And I didn’t need stitches!”  

“Dude, you should not be so excited for that,” Spider groaned.

Lo’ak shifted over to me, “How many times do I have to tell you not to go near the ikrans without me?” 

Pushing playfully at Lo’ak, “How many times do I have to tell you not to go near the ikrans without me?” I mocked, “You sound like Teyam.” I climbed one of the pods as he scowled, “I do not need a bodyguard, that clear numb nuts?” 

“My nuts can’t be numb if I have none,” He grumbled. 

Spider winced in the background while Kiri looked at him quizzically, “Why would Lo’ak have numb nuts? Nuts can’t be numb?”

Spider and I looked at each other blankly, neither knowing what to say nor wanting to tackle this. But I can’t help but wonder exactly what is under his tewng and how much I want to feel it, hand, mouth, cunt; I don’t really care at this point. 

Because even though Lo’ak and I have been dating for two years now, he’s still scared of hurting me and refuses to do more than gently kissing. At this point, I just want this man to rail me until all my thoughts are gone. I keep dreaming about it, imagining what it would look like, but now I’m not too sure…

“Norm!” Spider gave up on this conversation, dragging Kiri with him.

“Sorry, Babe, but I don’t think I am qualified for this conversation.” I gave Lo’ak a quick peck and started to slide off the tube, “Maybe ask your dad?”

“Why would I ask him?” he grabbed me, holding me tight, “When I can ask you, Yawntutsyìp, you seem to know what’s going on.” flashing me his Cheshire grin.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lay a kiss on his neck, “If you really want to know, then let’s go somewhere else. We’re not having this conversion next to Grace.” I continued my trail of kisses up until I was at the spot under his jaw. A deep rumble came from Lo’ak’s chest; this spot has always been his favorite; whether it be kissing or nuzzling, it never fails to make him purr. If I do it long enough, then I can smell a soft scent, almost like the trees of Pandora, and a hint of banana fruit that Lo’ak always loves. I continue to kiss at that spot, licking it, before I take it into my mouth and suck. 

“Fuck, Yawne, you are asking for things you are not ready for,” Lo’ak growled. One of his hands travels down and squeezes my ass; I suck and nibble at his neck. Lo’ak grabs the back of my head, pulling me off his neck with a pop, showing the dark purple spot I felt him, 

“That’s enough of that,” his voice in a deep timber, “Now I believe you were going to answer my questions.” he gently pried me off, setting me on my bed. 

Groaning from the loss of contact and from the fact that I’m about to give my 9-foot-tall boyfriend a biology lesson, the only thing keeping me going is that I may get my own answers on what’s in his tewng. I clear my throat and fan at my red face, “So what do you know of human biology, like sex-wise?” trying to start this weird conversation.

“Isn’t it the same?” He asks, settling on my bed.

Well…” I began, “I’m not sure about that now,” I bite my lip, “I mean, I’ve kinda noticed over the years, your tewng doesn’t hide much…” I trail off, not sure how to continue. 

“What would I need to hide?” His brow furrows.

“You know, your dick and balls?” My face is now a bright red.

Lo’ak looks shaken, “You mean, with humans, those… those are outside of their body at all times?” He whispers.

Now it’s my turn to be shocked, “Yes? Our gentiles are always outside of the body; it’s why we cover up?” My answer comes out as a question, “How… How do yours work? Where are they if they’re not outside?”

“Well, I mean, they stay inside until I need them.” Gesturing to his groin area.

I look there, licking my lips, contemplating my next question; I lean forward and ask, “Can I see?”

Looking up into his eyes, he nods, slowly removing his tewng. Even after talking, I was surprised to see it flat. His stripes on either side of his hips wrap down into a single line down the middle of his naval and looks to wrap around his back. I crawl forward to be closer to him.

“Um, they’re right underneath here.” Pointing to the single stripe.

I reach my hand out, stopping inches away from his chest; I wait for Lo’ak’s permission. At his nod, I stroke his chest, feeling his firm pectorals from his long days as a warrior. I trail down, feeling his abdomen flex as I pet them, loving the feel of his muscular body. Finally, I reach the conjoined strips; I touch them gently. Lo’ak hisses sharply, and I look up at him; his head is thrown back, but his eyes are on me, pupils blown wide. He places his hand on my head, playing with my hair. I stroke the stripe up and down, and Lo’ak spreads his legs wider. I settle in closer and begin to put more pressure on that spot; I feel it start to spread; there’s a little slit that keeps opening the more I touch it. Lo’ak’s slit got deeper, and I saw something peeking out. 

“You will need to pull it out,” Lo’ak panted. 

I took two of my fingers and dipped them into his slit. Lo’ak’s moans fill the room as I slip deeper. I finally touched something deeper, and using two fingers, I gently pulled it out. And it was like nothing I had seen before. The base was the same color as his skin, and it became lighter the higher it went, with the tip being a light purple. The tip was tapered, almost cone-like, but what caught me off guard was the spines. From below the tip to halfway down his shaft, it was covered in small spine-like riges. 

“Not what you were expecting, Yawntutsyìp?” His grin was back; even through his panting, I could see he was smug. 

“I’ve never seen anything like you before.” The awe in my voice was evident. 

Lo’ak gave a deep chuckle as I stroked his ego. 

“I wanna keep going.”

“Fuck baby, you can keep going”

Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I start from the base and move to his tip; the spines were flexible and move with ease as I move to the tip. Lo’ak bucked his hips into my hand once I touched the tip. I went back down, and the spines followed my hand as I went down, almost like they didn’t want me to leave. And I repeated. Again. And again. And again.

“Babe, you can grip it harder than that. Just a little tighter. Yes, yes, just like that, such a good fucking girl.” Lo’ak hissed through his teeth.

I can feel myself getting wet, watching Lo’ak humming in pleasure, and his dick is hotter than I thought it would be. He was throbbing in my grip; I squeezed a bit more when I got to the spines, “FUCK!”, Lo’ak moaned, so I did it again, “Damn baby, you make me feel so good. Ma pretty girl, so good for me.” I moaned at his words, my cunt clenching around nothing. I started moving my hips, grinding on my bed, looking for any friction, just needing a little something. 

Lo’ak growled, “Ma Yawntutsyìp, are you fucking yourself on the bed? Don’t worry, be a good girl and finish me off, and that pussy is mine.” 

“Please, babe,” I whine. 

I focus back on his cock, which had started leaking pre; it was a pretty iridescent color. I rubbed my palm over it to spread it to the rest of his cock, making the glide easier. I want to lick it so bad, but what little sense I have reminds me that ingesting an unknown substance is not a good idea. I bring up my other hand, but Lo’ak grabs my hand puts my fingers in his mouth and sucks. I feel his tongue laps around my fingers and his fangs on the sides of my hand. 

I move so I’m sitting on Lo’ak’s thigh, giving me a better seat; he releases my fingers so I can use both hands on him. I have one hand on the lower part of his shaft, and on every down stroke, I make sure to dip into his slit, making his whine. With my other hand, I focus on his spines and tip. I squeeze on the spines and curl my palm on the head. At this point, Lo’ak is fucking my hand.

“Ma Yawntutsyìp, please, faster, please!” His words came out between his pants. 

I go faster, hearing the movements of my hands making a wet noise every time, a puddle of precum already on my bed. Lo’ak’s thighs tremble, bumping into my core and hitting my clit. Fueling my desire, wanting more from him, but refusing to take my eyes off the sight in front of me. 

“Come on baby, I’m so close, just a bit more,” Lo’ak begs, his chest heaving.

I pick up the pace once more, watching as his dick pulses in my hand and the spines become firmer. I grab firm to the spines and grind my hands around them. Lo’ak became stiff; he threw his head back and unleashed a moan while cumming. Cumming buckets of pretty pearly cum all over my bedding and hands, dripping off of my hands onto and thighs, covering me in his cum as well. 

Lo’ak’s eyes darkened as he saw me covered in his cum. He saw some dripping off of my thigh onto my bed; he grabbed my thigh and rubbed his cum into my skin that wasn’t covered by my shorts. He then dipped his hand into the pool of cum on the bed and bought it to my neck, rubbing it into the area underneath my jaw. He placed his face next to mine and sniffed, “You finally smell like me,” He purred, “No one will mistake you as anything but mine now, Yawntutsyìp.” 

Lo’ak places his hands under my thighs and lifts me, moving me so I’m laying on my back, his eyes dark as he licks his lip, looming over me, “Now, Syulang, I believe I promised you that I’d take care of you.”

Update: A visual of the genitalia here

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hey, if possible Lesso with prompt 27 please?

Angst, happy ending but any direction you fancy! Thank you! I adore you’re work! 😘💛

Hiiiii @grumblebee-93! I appreciate your request and your patience for me to get to yours (: Thank you for your kind words and for reading my work 💕 This work was inspired by a song which I’ll tag for you (;

Red Fever ~Leonora Lesso xFem Librarian!Reader

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#27. “If you hate me so much, why do moan my name in the shower?!”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, angst, degrading kink, nicknames, shower sex, masturbation, enemies to lovers vibes, hate fucking, fingering, implied sex…, etc.

Enjoy (;

It was no secret that you and Lesso didn’t like each other.

Lesso had made it evidently clear that she thought having a non Ever/Never Librarian to bridge the two schools to be bullshit.

And you had made it evidently clear that you would not tolerate her negative and evil shenanigans.

Luckily, you spent most of your time in the library which was in the Ever side of the school; so for the most part, you didn’t see Lesso.

Except for staff meetings…

And whenever Lesso found it convenient to bug you at meal times…

~

“Normie…” Lesso snarked at you on her way into the library/meeting room.

“Red…” you bit back.

~

“Don’t get in involved in things that surpass you, Normie…” Lesso jeered, glaring at you from across the dining table.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, Red.” You punctuated, glaring right back.

~

“What books would you not recommend, Normie?” Lesso asked, having appeared out of nowhere in the library.

“Why…?” You snarked.

“Because you obviously have bad taste in what you do like to read…” Lesso snarked right back.

~

That was only the beginning…

But the worst of it was that you found yourself gravitating to Lesso’s taunts and jeers.

Yea, they hurt, but she was like a fucking magnet…

After a particularly brutal staff meeting, in which you had to excuse yourself because you and Lesso had gotten so heated, you rushed to the teachers quarters to compose yourself.

Lesso had gotten you to the verge of tears this time.

And she had had the biggest fucking Cheshire Cat grin while doing so…

But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

The worst of it was the ever growing wet spot in your knickers accompanied by a tightening coil in your stomache.

You rushed into the female staff shower quarters (yes the school was old fashion, dormitory style in that way), slamming the door shut behind you.

You stripped and quickly turned on the hot water to try and calm yourself.

~

Immediately when you had stormed off, Lesso had had the gut feeling that she had gone too far.

Which she didn’t get often…

But you hated her, didn’t you?

Regardless, she was determined to find you after the meeting.

She checked all the books of the library…

Nothing.

She checked your sleeping quarters…

Nothing.

She checked your classroom…

Nothing.

Eventually, all that was left was the showering quarters.

Lesso entered the large room swiftly and silently.

And the sound of running water coming from one of the showers confirmed your presence.

But before she could do anything else, Lesso heard something else…

~

You couldn’t help it…

For some reason, Lesso degrading and taunting you turned you on.

Wayyy more than you were comfortable with.

It was not okay for her to treat you that way…

And yet every time, you found yourself snaking your hand down to your soaked cunt, relieving the painful ache in between your legs…

Today was no different.

If anything, it was worse…

The heated water hitting you only spurred your actions on even more.

Pretty soon, you were skillfully fucking your cunt in the way you knew got to you best…

“OhHhh, Fuck you Lesso…!!” you moaned as you yet again just barely came close to your orgasm but didn’t quite make it.

You tried to stifle the sounds that came out of your lips…

But today, it was extra hard…

You found your fingers weren’t doing it today, and it started to frustrate you.

Lesso was getting to you.

~

“OhHhh, Fuck you Lesso…!!”

Lesso was stunned in place for a solid minute.

Had she heard right?

That was most definitely you…

And it was most definitely a moan…

As soon as Lesso unfroze, she rushed over to where the sound had come from.

She ripped the shower curtain open, her eyes widening at the sight.

~

At the sound of the curtain, you quickly snuck your hand back from your heat and your eyes widened in shock at the sight of Lesso.

“What the fuck, Lesso?!” You shrieked, trying to use the shower curtain to immediately cover up.

But it was too late.

Lesso had seen you…

And she had immediately decided that she wanted to see you again…

No… She wanted to have you…

But you hated her, didn’t you??

“Lesso!! What the actual fuck?!” You repeated, when Lesso didn’t respond and was simply staring at you.

“Me???” Lesso snapped back, “What the fuck to you!! This is a public showering area!”

“Oh my God, Can’t you just leave me alone?? I fucking hate you…!” You seethed.

Lesso couldn’t stand this anymore.

She couldn’t stand the elephant in the room.

“If you hate me so much, why do moan my name in the shower?!” She screamed back.

Now it was your turn to go silent.

You had feared that she’d heard it…

But you didn’t know until that moment.

And that’s when it clicked for Lesso.

This wasn’t hatred that you had for her…

It was lust.

A smirk plastered over Lesso’s face.

“Red, Don’t be ridicul—”

But before you could finish your lie, Lesso’s lips had crashed into yours.

She pinned you to the wall with ease, closing the curtain, and ignoring her clothes which were getting soaked.

All she focused on was attacking your precious lips.

Oh and the moans she drew from those pretty lips…

As she devoured your lips, Lesso snaked her own hand down to your aching cunt.

She moaned in delight at how your were dripping for her…

“Fuck Normie…” Lesso panted, “Need me that bad?”

“Yes fuck please Red…” you breathlessly pled with her, arching your back and hips to her touch.

Lesso fucked you right then and there. While wearing all her clothes. The water still running.

It was absolutely, delightfully sinful…

[mothxmoons]

OK IM BACK ITS BEEN LIKE A COUPLE SECONDS but im so desperate rn 😭😭😭😭😭😭

The reader receiving (flowers💐 or chocolates) from (Wesker S.T.A.R.S) but the reader doesn't know who its from though. (The reader thinks its some kind a joke.) 💕💕✨✨

Happy Valentine’s Day

You arrived a little late to the office and you felt a lot of stares when you got in. With a little questioning in your mind, you opened the door and saw a huge bouquet of flowers on your desk, and Jill and Chris grinning ear to ear.

“You got a boyfriend, rookie?” Chris cooed almost mockingly.

“A secret admirer?” Jill chimed in, resting her face in both of her hands.

You rolled your eyes as you looked at the bouquet. This has to be some sort of joke by them, right? Why are they grinning like the Cheshire Cat?

“No, I don’t know who they’re from…and I don’t know why anyone would give me flowers.” You replied after staring at them, turning your attention back to the bouquet. No name. Just your’s and happy Valentine’s Day written on the card.

Jill giggled and said in a sing song tone, “Ooo! I think you have a secret admirer!”

“No I do not!” You replied in the same tune, fiddling with the flowers and petals. Where the hell would you even put this?

With a little effort you picked up the bouquet, because whoever gave you them put them in a vase. It’s a very nice vase, so you can rule out basically everyone on STARS. Well except- no Captain Wesker would never. Would he?

He would. He’s watching from his office, as you pick at the petals and look at it for minutes on end. He just forgot to write his name so he’s going to have to make up for that. And what better way than to ask you out on a date?

[yearningaces]

Meet cute slime in dungeon? It’s after Valentine’s Day here but I know my time zone is usually ahead of lots of others.

Love your writing by the way 💕

I gotcha

Idk why but the slime came out far more flirty than anticipated... Do with this as you will

Adventuring is far harder work than anyone says. It's not just fighting monsters, it's learning the different body languages and mannerisms and then learning the customs of intelligent monsters so you can be civil if trying to avoid a battle and yet in some cases it's a boon more than it is a burden, mostly because-

"-Really though the first adventurer to come here without swinging their weapon around like some scared baby, and you're a cutie? Didn't I strike out with you~" what was once a blob of slime you'd helped out of the pond deep in this cavern, had enlarged in size, mimicking a humanoid form with many differences. A gelatinous texture made up the creature leaning against the cave wall, peering at you with a crooked grin a bit too wide for a human, but understandable for a slime monster.

"Well-" you cough slightly, trying to ignore the rising heat in your cheeks and ears. "You haven't done anything malicious, I don't see any reason to be aggressive without purpose."

This makes the slime hum, leaning closer, it's purple hue shimmering with the subtle cyan glow offering a rather pretty color across its surface. "Oh, how lucky I am indeed-" it moves across the cave floor, leaving a faint trail behind it, the substance similar to grease you'd see some crafters use for their tools. "And what horrible group of adventures decided to leave such a precious cutie like you all alone, hmm? I thought you'd run in packs?"

It's growing closer now, close enough to lean forward with a Cheshire grin, less than a foot away as it does so.

"u-um my group got separated in the storm, that's why I went to the cave here." You stumble over your words slightly at the blatant flirting of the slime in front of you, glowing eyes watching you with all the more amusement.

"oh, such a shame," it pouts sympathetically with no real sorrow to its tone as the smile quickly returns to its face. "Well, I make for very good company for cuties like you. Why don't I stick around so you're not left all alone by those mean adventures you travel with. Many dangers are in caves and caverns you know, I think it best I stick around just to be safe."

You nod your head silently as the cool and surprisingly solid texture of the slime reaches a fabricated hand out to grasp your own, its body tilted lower so it could look up to your eyes with your head being tilted down. "I'm so glad you agreed, sweetie~"

[yandere-writer-momo]

May I request a crumb of Cheshire Cat oliva 🧎🏿‍♀️

Yes, my love 💕

Yandere Baki Short Stories:

A Game of Cat and Mouse

Biscuit Oliva as the Cheshire Cat and the reader as ‘Alice’

You wondered around the dark forest in confusion. You had followed a little black rabbit with a white coat on into a hole and you woke up in this strange forest… you felt as if you had been walking in circles for hours… wait… didn’t you pass that tree already?

You sighed before taking a seat on a stump. You were hopelessly lost with no way home. These woods were unfamiliar to you as well as the mysterious creatures you’ve seen so far but you didn’t want to give up hope. And as inviting as the blue fireflies were, you still wanted to go home.

“Hello.” A voice echoed from the trees. You shot up from your seat in surprise, you head darting around to see who was speaking to you. “Are you lost, my dear Alice?”

“Alice? My name is not Alice…” you replied as you clutched the front of your shirt in thought. You still could not locate who was speaking to you… “Who are you?”

“I go by many names, I’m a Cheshire Cat.” You froze when a pearly white set of teeth was visible in the tree branches above you. What in earth… “But my real name is Biscuit Oliva. You may address me as such..?”

“(Your name).” You replied with a nervous smile. “My name is (your name).”

You flinched when the large face of a smiling man stood before you. His large, muscular frame towering over you with ease. His grin not leaving his face once.

“What a lovely name, dear!” Oliva chuckled as he began to circle you. That’s when you noticed the fluffy purple cat ears and tail he had… was he some kind of furry?

“Oh… thank you.” You nearly jumped out of your skin when his purple striped tail flicked your cheek. Was that… was that real?!

“How polite you are!” His fluffy tail then flickered, covering his body before he disappeared again.

“Oh wait! Please don’t go!” You shouted, Oliva’s head reappeared in thin air. Your eyes widening at the magic you were seeing… just what on earth was he?

“Yes, my dear? Is there something I can help you with?”

“You see… I’m lost and I’d really like some directions…” You fiddled with the hem of your shirt as the strange man’s entire body reappeared before you in thin air. He was wearing a purple suit with a white dress shirt underneath which didn’t hide his hulking muscles. You really hoped this man could help you find a way home.

“Well that depends on where you want to get to.” Oliva shrugged. His tail flickering from side to side.

“Oh I’m looking for a way out of this forest to find the rabbit in the white coat so it doesn’t matter which direction you point me in so long as I can leave.”

Oliva laughed before curling up his body into a ball and disappearing again. This time he reappeared in a tree branch. His cat ears twitching as his ever so wide smile failed to disappear. “Well then if you’re looking for a white rabbit, you best go that way.” His tail pointed to the left.

“That way? Oh thank you! That’s where I’ll find the white rabbit?”

“The who?” You frowned at his playfulness.

“The white rabbit!”

Oliva shrugged. “He may no longer be in a certain direction, he is quite fast after all!” Oliva then pointed his finger behind you to a sign that wasn’t there before that read, ‘Mad Hatter.’ “It would be better to ask someone for better directions! If you go that way, you’ll find the Mad hatter.”

“But I don’t want to speak to people who are mad!” You’d sighed as you pinch your nose in annoyance.

“Oh then you should ask the March Hare!” Oliva clapped his hands together.

“Where can I find him?” You quirked your head to the side, Oliva’s brown eyes mischievously shining under the light of the fireflies.

“The same direction as the mad hatter!” Oliva laughed before giving you a shrug. “Oh but he is also mad!”

You groaned in annoyance at how confusing this cat man was. “Is there anyone who isn’t mad here?”

“We’re all mad here.” Oliva laughs before giving her a wink. “How about this! You can follow me to where I frequent, that way you’re not lost for now!”

“Oh but I really must be going-“ you squeaked when Oliva was now in the form of a purple striped Main coon that had his signature grin. A purr leaving his throat as he brushed against you.

“I insist! It is proper hospitality after all!” Oliva purred as he rolled on his back and exposed his belly to her. “Take a rest, dear! Before you can’t!”

“Oh alright…” you sighed as you gave in. “I am quite tired.”

“Perfect!” Oliva sprung up to his feet and did a flip, he was now mostly human again save for his ears and tail. “Then let’s be off, dear!”

Oliva lead you through the forest and to a small cottage. Oliva held the door open for you like a gentleman.

“Here, go on and take a rest. But first you may have a snack.” Oliva pointed to the table that had a plate of cookies on it that had pink frosting on them. The cookies all saying eat me in white buttercream frosting. (Totally not off putting at all).

You hesitantly picked up a cooking and took a bite. The sweetness taking you by surprise.

“These are pretty sweet-“ you suddenly fell unconscious, Oliva quickly catching you. His large smile still plastered on his face.

“Haven’t you ever been told not to trust strangers?” Oliva cooes as he brushes a few of your stray hairs out of your face. “What would have happened to you if I haven’t stumbled upon you first, my dear? I told you all the men here are mad… including me.”

[lavendertales]

Sweet lies: Chapter 9**

pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

summary: you have to face a full afternoon with Mia, Emily and, more surprisingly, Andrea, but it turns out to be an enlightening time. Meanwhile, you and Frankie start to need more from each other.

word count: 6k

WARNINGS: face sitting, handjob, cowgirl (unsafe)

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

A/N: huge thank you to @cheshire-noir​ for beta reading this mess, ily. Comments & reblogs are always appreciated 💕

gif: @trashcora​ 

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If there was an award for ignorance, you’d be certain to win first prize.

Within the next three weeks, you have avoided Frankie like the plague. And it worked; the more you ignored, the better you felt. You needed time to process everything and to reach to a realistic conclusion, and having wandering hands with a man who was more or less still committed to another woman wasn’t the way to go.

But, with you being you and carrying some sort of karmic debt towards the universe which clearly has beef with you, the call you receive on a slightly warmer Friday evening in March takes you aback.

“Hey, are you free tomorrow?” Andrea’s surprisingly excited voice asks.

“I think so. Why?”

“Emily and Mia are coming over for dinner and drinks. You know, a girl’s night in. Wanna join us?”

The invitation leaves you dumbfounded.

“You still with me?” she asks.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Overthinking.”

“Been there.”

You both giggle, albeit the huge gap in your stomach.

“So what do you say? Are you in?”

Andrea probably needs friendly shoulders for support, and as far as she’s concerned, you are a potential friend to her. But the invitation might turn out to be something even better: an opportunity. This could be your chance to come clean to her, explain it all and hope you won’t be found murdered the next day.

“I’m in,” you smile.

“Great!”

“Do you need me to bring anything?”

“I got everything we could need, but if you feel like bringing wine or anything, no problem at all. I’m sure we’ll find great use for it.”

You giggle. “Okay. I’ll see what I can do.”

“I’ll text you the address.”

“Great. I’ll see you ladies tomorrow.”

When you hang up, you already know the kind of wine you’ll bring with you. You need something with a big percentage of alcohol. If this would be pre-drinking before a rave, you’d just be bringing a bottle of vodka to take the edge off of everyone, but given that Andrea will probably be cooking, things are likely to be a little classier than what’s going on inside your head.

Another night of restless sleep awaits you, and you can’t do much of anything the next day. After all, you are about to have dinner with the woman whose man you’ve slept with twice, and have been in love with for a decade. It’s not an easy conversation to have, but it needs to be had. And afterwards, no matter the outcome, you will talk to Frankie as well. The mess you’ve created has to be cleaned up.

You stare at the address Andrea texted you last night, realizing it’s not far from your own apartment. Five blocks away. So you decide to just walk, take advantage of the brisk air that surrounds you in the early spring. You carry with you a bottle of red wine, an expensive one, in hopes of this being a way to loosen up everyone before you have your big talk with Andrea.

You think of her in ways you normally wouldn’t. You wonder how often she’s cried herself to sleep since the break from Frankie. You wonder how often she tried calling or texting him, or thought about him in general—particularly alone at night. And you wonder what exactly prompted her to suggest the break in the first place.

Has she done something similar? Is she feeling guilty about it and needs a time-out to think about everything?

Either way, you want to find out something tonight. Anything that might ease your conscience, really.

You ring the doorbell, smelling food already. The apartment building is very nice and modest, as you fleetingly notice, standing outside the door. Then, you’re met with Andrea’s benevolent and rather radiant face.

“Hi, come on in!”

She’s wearing an apron over jeans and a blouse, and you sneak a gaze at her once you enter the apartment. She’s got no makeup on, and she looks stunning still. But there also seems to be a certain sadness in her eyes. You only know that because you see it in your eyes, too.

Mia and Emily are already there, nursing their glasses of white wine, but they get up to hug you.

“I brought some apple pie and red wine,” you say, exposing them from the bag over your shoulder.

“Mhmmm, yum,” Emily coos, taking a whiff.

“Thank you so much! You can put them on the counter.”

You do as you’re told while the girls inspect your gifts. “Whoa! This is an expensive bottle of wine!” Mia exclaims.

“Seems like a good night to open it,” you smile.

“Tell you what, if this thing with Will doesn’t work, I might call you up because you sure know how to treat a girl right.”

You raise your eyebrows, then chuckle, the sound reverberating across the place. It’s pretty spacious and modest; you walk towards Andrea, willing to make yourself useful, all while Mia pours you a glass of white wine.

“Anything I can do?” you ask Andrea.

“It’s alright, I’m almost done. Thank you.”

“Homemade lasagna and wine? You’re a treat.”

“Barely here for a few minutes and there’s already too many flirtatious comments. Save it for your partners, ladies,” Andrea teases.

“The guys aren’t here tonight.”

“Amen to that.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love them, but sometimes they can be a bit too—“

“Testosterone-y?”

All three girls turn to look at you with an amused face.

“How on earth did you and Rose survive them?” Emily asks. “In high school, no less.”

“Well, we ignored them a lot. Then again, Benny was the one with a lot of flirtatious comments to make, so we mostly ignored him.”

Emily chuckles. “Figures.”

“They talked a big game, but they were innocent. When it came to doing anything, they were wusses.”

“Figures,” Mia giggles in her wine glass.

You take a sip of your wine as well, allowing it to travel through your stomach, veins and body, warming up your extremities.

“I really like the place, by the way,” you say cautiously. “Is it a rental?”

“It’s my cousin’s place, actually. She’s letting me stay here until things pick up. Hopefully. She’s away for the weekend, which I figured is the perfect opportunity for some girl talk.”

“Speaking of which, what’s going on between you and Frankie?” Emily intervenes. “Any updates?”

Andrea inhales, the question weighing heavily on her. You can tell she’s at a crossroads of some sort, though you are uncertain as to what it is about.

“Not really,” she finally answers with a big sigh.

Seeing her struggle, half there and half not, you go to her side and pick up the plates and utensils, smile, and start laying them on the dinner table.

“We haven’t spoken since we took the break,” she admits. “It was better this way, but I think now… I miss him.”

“Of course you do! God, I’d go crazy if Will and I were ever in this situation,” Mia says. “It’s only natural when you love someone this much.”

Andrea remains silent, and you notice that immediately. You don’t make much of it, but you do take notice. It might not be anything, while it may be something. Or maybe it’s just your mind, desperately clinging onto any hope that this messy situation will resolve itself without real intervention.

Frankie might’ve been a coward all those years ago, but you are one now too.

“Okay, we don’t have to talk about this tonight,” you intervene. “It’s a girl’s night. We’re here to have amazing food, curtesy of Andrea, drink wine and laugh.”

“She’s absolutely right. No boy talk tonight,” Andrea smiles in agreement.

“Maybe some boy talk,” Mia grins devilishly.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Hmm. Let’s see, how about… what’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

The other girls, including you, make a face, although visibly intrigued by the premise.

“No preparation, just straight to it, huh? Not sure we should disclose such sensitive information though,” you say.

“Come on! It’s good fun.”

“You forget I don’t have any experience with any of the guys.”

Mia frowns. “Really? So you and Santi never—?”

You roll your eyes, taking another sip of your wine. “First of all, I am too sober for this conversation, and second of all, no, we never went that far.”

“I would’ve at least fooled around a bit,” Mia shrugs. “Lord knows that’s one of my very first experiences with Will.”

“Okay, but you have to have a best sex story.”

“What if I don’t?”

The statement makes all the girls stare at you momentarily, the silence installing itself in between the four of you.

“Wait, you’ve never—are you—?” Mia dares ask, realizing she might’ve overstepped her boundaries. “If you are, it’s totally cool.”

“No, no. It’s just… I don’t think I’ve ever had that kind of uh… mind-blowing sex you keep replaying when you’re in a dry spell and stuff.”

You gulp, hoping there is no transparency about yourself as you make that claim. For safety measures, you avoid eye contact with Andrea in the meantime.

“Never?” Emily checks, blushing herself.

“I’m guessing if I were to ask either of you…”

“Yeah, gonna have to go with Benny. The man’s a wild card in the sack.”

You purse your lips together, hoping all of this information will be erased by tomorrow.

“Will might be stoic and all, but let me tell you—“

“In as little detail as you can, please,” you smile.

There is flustered laughter shared amongst the four of you. “So Benny and Will, without hesitation,” you recap.

“Yes.”

“Andy?”

All eyes turn to Andrea, with the latter inhaling deeply, then exhaling.

“It is safe to assume it’s Frankie, right?”

“Of course.”

You drink from your wine, avoiding eye contact with her, even though your stomach nearly chews itself from all the pressure and adrenaline running wild in your body. You’re unsure, but you think you might’ve detected hesitation on Andrea’s part, or at least a guilt-filled sip of wine as she said that. Something in you tells you that it can’t be just pre-wedding jitters that made Andrea suggest that break.

You know that if it were you, you’d never want a break from Frankie, ever. Even under tremendous stress.

“He can get very into it,” Andrea grins, her cheeks flushed. “He’s still Frankie, so there’s laughter sometimes and all that, but other times… especially when he goes down on you. He’s so into it, you nearly black out every time.”

“No way!”

“Swear to God.”

While Mia and Emily exclaim and cheer in the most appreciative manner, you do your best to not choke on the wine. Memories of Frankie’s mouth devouring you overcome you, and your cheeks get just as flushed.

Argument could be made that you’re rather using the moment of bonding to your advantage before you give the strike, but the truth is, you just want things to go well before you can steal a moment of privacy with Andrea and confess your sins. You know Frankie is struggling a lot right now, at least you think he is, and it’s likely a little more time will pass until he takes matters into his own hands and confesses.

The feminist in you wants to get to it first.

“What’s going on with Rose and Santi?” Andrea asks cheekily sometime after the third glass of wine. “They seem to have hit it off.”

“Oh, they really hit it off. Went over to Rose’s place last week to invite her for a spontaneous coffee and heard sounds I’d much rather forget.”

Andrea chuckles. “You know how it is when you first get together with someone. All that tension, laughter and all that.”

You gulp, feeling your throat drier than when you began drinking, so you finish your drink, ensuring you remain on the second glass.

“Haven’t you ever had someone like that?” she asks you boldly. “Someone who gets your heart racing so fast you doubt you’re even breathing? Someone with whom you’d unleash your nastiest and neediest sounds?”

Again you gulp, purposely holding your breath for as long as you can.

“I hope I can have that someday,” you say. “I hope I can freely release my nastiest, neediest sounds one day without having to hold back, or… fearing that I shouldn’t.”

Mia and Emily giggle, but Andrea only smiles at you, the mimic fairly bittersweet. You’re pretty sure you’re outing yourself with those not-so-cryptic words, but so far Andrea remains a wonderful hostess.

Rose’s words coo in your head now: “You won’t say that after you try being indecent once or twice in your life.” Oh, but you have been indecent; twice now, even thrice, and while it may make you feel alive, it also makes you guilt-riddled. It’s not technically cheating, but it’s not exactly clean, either. Andrea might still choose to return to Frankie, by the looks of it, and when that will happen, all of this would’ve been just a big, horrible mistake you will have to live with for the rest of your life.

The topic of love and lust, you avoid as much as you can for the next couple of hours while the girls happily exchange such information and get tipsy. You dare to have a third glass of wine, but that is where you cut yourself off. You do not need another drunken encounter with a certain someone or regrettable drunken choices.

You watch bemusedly as Mia and Emily sneak in the rest of the wine bottle to go to the balcony and giggle over their respective partners, which leaves you and Andrea alone. If there was ever any chance, this is it. So you take a deep breath, steadying yourself, and initiate the much dreaded conversation.

“Can I ask you something? It’s a bit personal,” you warn.

“Of course.”

“Why did you want to take a break from Frankie? You guys seem so happy together.”

Andrea looks at you, her face dropping in the slightest, and she puts her glass away.

“Before I got into medical school, I was a bit of a wild card. Both of my parents are esteemed people with big reputations, intimidating… there was a lot of pressure on me, so I lashed out. Drinking, partying, sleeping around… haven’t exactly made the right choices. But I was interested in medicine, so when I told them that I wanted to go to medical school, they were thrilled. They’ve made their terms pretty clear: school, fellowship, getting my life together, and then finding someone nice, get married, settle down with a good reputation and a wonderful husband. Or wife. They were so desperate to see me settled down that they were okay with even that. If you knew my parents, you’d know how serious that is.”

You giggle, putting your glass away too.

“As faith would have it, I met Frankie during my first years in medical school. I was working at a bar to pay some of my tuition off We instantly became friends, and I liked him. I’ve grown to love him. I learned to love him. And I still do. He’s warm and kind and sweet… everything a good, real man should be.”

“Then what…?”

You fail to see the point, until you finally do. You see it all over Andrea’s face, and in that moment, the sympathy you feel for her aches as much as you do.

“This is not what you really want, is it?” you whisper.

“I know it’s what I should want, because I do love him,” she replies. “But it’s just not quite… right, you know? Does any of this make even the slightest sense? Without me sounding like a horrible person?”

You nod. “He’s not the big love of your life like your parents have advertised. He’s not that feeling of… home, not really. Love should feel like you’re coming home, in all of its coziness and warmth.”

“Yes! So you know what I’m talking about.”

“I have a slight idea.”

Andrea smiles at you, seemingly a little eased, but it only grows your restlessness and anxiety.

“I’ve done some mistakes in the past, and I have done some recent mistakes too,” she says, voice breaking. “I am by no means proud of them, but… I will make things right. I’m just afraid it might be too late. I think I should stick this out, see it through. My parents were over the moon about me and Frankie and they practically set the whole engagement up. So doing this… it’s the right thing.”

Your first instinct is to grab her hand, squeeze it and thus reassure her, and Andrea seems baffled as you do so. But you don’t pull away. You want her to know that you do not mean to hurt her, in any way. Even if it’s through one simple touch.

“It’s not the right thing if it has you feeling this way,” you tell her. “It’s not, because this is not how you want things to be. If anything, it’s… unfair. But—do you want to see this through?”

Just as she smiles brightly at you, you see her face change, causing you more nervousness.

“I have to,” she answers, though you have difficulty believing her. “My parents can be very intimidating, as I said. And if this wedding doesn’t take place in June… I’ll be that wild teenager again, incapable of making the proper choices.”

“You aren’t.”

“Can I ask you something?”

You gulp, then nod. You’ve never felt more paralyzed in your whole life.

“Frankie told me about you, how close you guys were in high school,” she starts. “I can only assume he fucked up things.”

“Why?”

“The way he was so determined to avoid even looking at you? That is textbook guilty Frankie Morales. He’s like a puppy, either his eyes get too big and wet that you can’t resist them and he clings to you, or he avoids you altogether.”

You break into laughter, much to your own surprise. “Sounds about right.”

“So what did he do?”

“He uh… he stopped talking to me a few months after I moved abroad. No warning, nothing. He just… left.”

“That must’ve hurt like hell. I’m sure you care about him very much.”

“I did.”

“And now?”

You falter, afraid once again that you are painfully obvious. But maybe it’s for the best. Maybe this is the push you need.

“I still care about him,” you confess. “It doesn’t just go away.”

“I figured as much.”

“Andrea… I’m sorry.”

She stares at you like you’ve gone completely crazy, and maybe you did, but you need at least one win for today. You need at least the apology to come out of your mouth, otherwise you won’t ever forgive yourself.

“I am so sorry,” you repeat, eyes teary.

“What are you apologizing for?” she asks with a little adorable chuckle.

“Just… I’m sorry. Sometimes I care too much. That’s why I like to keep people at bay, it’s easier. But I do care. I care so much, it—it haunts me.”

The way she stares at you while you’re on the verge of mental collapse is more than just sympathetic. It’s understanding. You’re waiting for her to explode, to confront you or anything similar because there is no possible way she does not intuit, in the slightest, what you’re talking about, but the reaction never comes.

But you do get something you wouldn’t have thought of. Andrea leans in and hugs you, and a tear rolls down your cheek in spite of your best efforts to conceal it. You’re in too much shock to speak, but it might be for the best right now. You relish into the hug, reciprocating, crying silently.

When you make eye contact with her again, she wipes your cheek, and you tremble.

“Why are you crying?” she asks, like your reaction is the one that’s ridiculous.

“I am not an evil person. I don’t mean harm, I don’t want to hurt anyone. I didn’t want it to happen this way, not at all. I should’ve stopped it earlier, way earlier. I am so sorry. If caring for someone makes you an idiot, I am the biggest idiot on this planet.”

Andrea hugs you again, rubbing your back gently in the process. You hadn’t expected that reaction out of you, but you suppose that all of what you’ve been hiding has been so bottled up, it was bound to be released under one form or the other.

“Sounds like you’ve got a lot on your plate,” she tries to coax you.

“A smidge.”

You both laugh, in spite of everything that’s eating at you, and she wipes your cheeks again, staring at you in the most serious way.

“You can’t blame yourself for caring about someone,” she says, and you instantly nod your head.

“Andrea, it’s more than that. It’s—haunting. It’s consuming me.”

“Love makes us all idiots. But it’s not a crime to care, even like this.”

You try to clear your head, and you downright stare at her, trying to see if the nonsensical stuff you’ve muttered so far makes any sense for her.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m getting at here,” you say, heart in your throat.

Andrea smiles, and it is the most bittersweet gesture you have ever seen in your life.

“It’s okay,” she says, leaving you dumbfounded.

“It’s not! Frankie and I—“

She holds your hands, looking right at you. “You don’t have to say it.”

Your eyes widen in panic. Blood goes cold in your veins, and your whole body freezes “You know?”

“Not know know, but Frankie’s spent too much time and energy into making sure he’s not even sitting around you for me not to guess that something’s up. You guys were best friends in high school. Things couldn’t have turned out so bad that you were this distant.”

“Andrea—“

“Don’t. We’re not together right now. We’re separated.”

“I know, but still…”

“I know Frankie, and sometime soon, he’s gonna burst through that door and ramble on about… whatever it is.”

You frown, shaking your head. You’re more confused than before; this doesn’t feel like relief. It feels more puzzling and trickier than what you’ve been dealing with so far.

“How the hell are you so composed and down to earth right now?” you ask her.

Andrea doesn’t respond. That, in return, brews potential answers in your mind, ones that you do not want to confront her about. This is a conversation to be had between partners, and your part is more or less done, in spite of its anti-climactic result.

Either she’s the coolest person on this planet, or there’s something even worse in the middle.

“You guys should really see the sky, it’s full of stars!” Emily announces all of a sudden.

A while after that, you’re all on the balcony, admiring Boston’s skyline, clear and filled with nothing but stars. There’s not much you say after that; but your mind, your restless mind, it spins and works overtime, filled with endless questions.

Quite frankly, you’re surprised at yourself. Sitting here, in front of this door, at this hour, it also feels cheap, but you’ve practically gotten that boulder off your chest, and now you’re guided solely by your emotions. You’ve never truly acted on impulse, especially not when it came to how you are feeling, but now seems a good time as any.

You knock several times, waiting restlessly. When the door finally opens and you’re greeted by Frankie’s fluffy, messy hair and his puzzled gaze, you brace yourself. You walk right by him, inside of the apartment that he shared with Andrea less than two months ago, and you’re feeling both bold and insane.

“I lied,” you open your speech, staring right back at a very confused Frankie.

“What?”

“You saw right through me. I can’t lie to you, I never could. I could lie to everyone but you.”

Frankie braces himself, half curious as to where you’re headed with all that, and half dumbfounded already.

“So here it is,” you say, advancing to him. “I do love you. I’ve loved you since I was eighteen years old, and I am damn sure I will love you when I will be seventy eight. You are the love of my life. You are the reason why none of the relationships or flings or flirts that I have had in the past ten years have worked. I don’t blame you, or even myself. It’s… chemistry. It doesn’t just go away. And believe me, I—I have tried. Oh, how I’ve tried. I have tried… so fucking hard, it exhausted me. It drained me, mentally and emotionally. Loving you is both the best and worst thing that could’ve happened to me. So I am here, telling you that I love you with every fiber of my being because I know you love me too. And because I want you to make an informed decision.”

He frowns, hung onto every word you just spewed at him ever so passionately and intensely.

“I want you to have all the facts before you decide how the rest of your life will go,” you continue, breathless yourself. “Which is why I’m asking you—“

“To choose you.”

You stare at each other, emotions vibrant in your chests.

“No,” you tell him sharply, shakily. “I am asking you to man up, get your shit together and talk to Andrea. We can’t keep doing this, not like this. We can’t pretend it doesn’t mean anything because it does.”

“I know.”

His voice is soft and understanding, and that in return breaks you in unexpected ways. You reckon, at this moment, he’s just as overwhelmed as you are, if not more.

“Talk to her,” you resume. “Because each time you leave, you chip a little more at my heart and I’m not sure how much more she can handle. Every time you walk out the door, away from me, you find a new way to hurt me, and I have to relive it all over again.”

“I never wanted that. It kills me to do it, I just—“

“I know, I get it. I do. What I said before, all of it… it’s true. And I only said it because tonight was weird and emotional as fuck, and I am done hiding and lying and pretending like none of it was ever real. It hurts me, it hurts you, and it hurts Andrea too.”

“I know. I had to go, though. Last time we—I had to.”

“And I understand that. But I need you to understand me, too. I’m not a homewrecker or a cheater. Neither are you.”

Frankie is barely breathing by this point, even less so when he feels your breath on his face, your presence both soothing and startling.

“Andrea and I are separated now,” he mutters, feeling his mental faculties weaken with each second spent in your presence.

“I know. But it doesn’t really diminish what we’re doing here.”

“You—you control me.”

You back away momentarily, examining his face with dismay. “Don’t be ridiculous,” you nearly mock him.

“You do,” Frankie pushes. “You absolutely fucking do. I belong to you. You think I don’t want to be a better man? You think that I don’t want to dedicate myself completely to Andrea, to our engagement and our life together? You don’t think I want to be the honorable man you left?”

You snicker, feeling the pinnacle of the evening finally settling in at its most emotional moment.

“I didn’t leave you. It was the other way around, if you’ve forgotten.”

“I could never forget the worst thing I’ve ever done! Fuckin’ Pope won’t let me forget it, but he has no fucking clue that I am my own worst enemy, and nothing he could ever tell me about that decision to cut you out of my life could compare to the hatred that I have for myself. Nothing, ever.”

You watch him breathless, eyes teary once more, but not from regret. Not this time.

“I love you,” Frankie mutters, clinging onto your hands like he’s drowning and they’re a life vest. “I am so in love with you, you have no idea. I am so sorry for being too much of a coward to tell you back then, but I am telling you now, at the worst possible time… I love you. You’re the love of my life. My heart’s so full of you, I can’t really call it my own anymore. My every feeling is controlled by the look on your face, by the sound of your voice and the way you breathe. I, I for one… I can’t breathe when you’re not here. Feels like I’ve been holding my breath and drowning for the past ten years.”

“Francisco…”

The moment your forehead touches his, you know you’re a goner. But you both need this, you both need to feel this moment as deeply as the words cutting you.

“In two months you’ve managed to bring me back to life and destroy me at the same time,” he breathes. “I can’t sleep, I’m—I’m useless without you. I watch for you, I exist for you. I wanna just… be free. Be free with you.”

“So do it,” you say, your touch featherlight on his cheek. “Prove that everything you just told me is true. I don’t wanna hide, I don’t wanna break Andrea’s heart, and I don’t wanna sleep with you in a hurry, with our pants barely down.”

“I’ll make things right. I’ll make things right by you, by her, by everyone. I fucking swear.”

He cups your cheeks, pulling you in and simply holding you. When you gaze at him, you notice the tears in his eyes, the exasperation in them, all of it. You crumble on the spot.

“I told Andrea,” you say.

He frowns in the slightest. “You did?”

“Kind of. It was very weird. Still not sure she knew what I meant, but she seemed sure the two of you would talk soon. But I did, anyway. Now it’s your turn.”

He nods frantically, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on your lips that you know you should be rejecting, but God, it feels so soft and caring you can’t help it. You can’t push away, not anymore; you simply can’t, not for the life of you.

So you kiss him tenderly, like all the time in the world is at your feet. You kiss him deeply, your mouth a hot furnace emanating sheer desperation albeit the rather gentle moment. He feels it, too; he feels it all through the way your body is glued to his, and he finally allows himself to live in the moment, to enjoy this moment in all of its inhibitory and needy glory.

He lets himself fall on the couch, with you atop of him, your hair tingly over his face and your warm breath a gentle awakening that yes, this is in fact happening, and yes, he’d been granted a second chance to make things right—even if it’s complicated and messy. He lets your hands roam over his body, relishing in the way they settle right above his crotch and the tantalizing way you make eye contact with him. He gives you no indications as to what his intentions are, and yet he is still shook when you seemingly read his mind.

Frankie watches in a blurry haze as you dispose of the clothes that cover up your upper half, realizing that he’s never actually seen you naked. He can’t help the appreciative sigh which leaves his watering mouth, nor can he help the way his calloused hands lift you up halfway in an attempt to help you undress completely. Then, you return the favor and help him undress as well, your emotions all over the place as you gaze at the marvelous body now exposed before you.

Frankie instantly begins to press kisses over your neck and collarbones, and, since the day has been weird and challenging enough, you reach below, wrapping your hand around his cock and watching his face contort in mixtures of pleasure and pain alike.

His moans are growing with each stroke you give him, and you are absolutely enamored by the way he looks and sounds. You still don’t feel well about the whole situation, given that it remains unclear, but then why does this feel so incredibly satisfying?

He’s trying his hardest to stay conscious, but when you lean down below to play with his balls, he grunts louder than ever before, eyes closed and head backwards in the most forbidden ecstasy.

You don’t get through with it, though; next thing you know, Frankie’s hands grip the flesh of your thighs, shifting you so that your core is on his face. You hold your breath, panicking in the slightest. You’ve never done this before and you’re not sure you’re capable of handling it.

“Frankie—“

“It’s okay. I got you.”

Breathless, you watch him press you all the way onto his face. You let out an exceptionally loud moan, much to your own surprise, the sensation of his tongue lapping at your folds unlike what you’ve felt before. From this angle, as your cunt rests on his whole face, it feels like he’s drinking straight from you. You can feel him everywhere, from your cunt, all the way to your thighs and the way he’s grabbing them and the way his cock is resting hard against his stomach. Heat spreads dangerously under your skin, nesting in your veins as his mouth diligently eats you out. You think of how hungry and insatiable he is for you, how utterly needy, and you damn near lose your mind.

The little voice at the back of your head returns with the same famished more. You need more, you need… him, completely. So you rip your own pleasure away from your body, rubbing down his body till your hand curls around his cock and guides it to your soaked entrance.

That first push through your walls is maddening. You both moan as you start moving in circles, having Frankie watch you, absolutely mesmerized. He holds you closely, and after a little while he even reaches to your face to kiss you. It’s such a rush, being inside of you and kissing you, holding you so close. In this moment, as he starts to thrust upwards to meet with the movements of your hips, he never wants to leave you or see you go, ever again. All he wants to know is the taste of your lips, the heat of your pussy and the unilateral breaths as you try to steady yourself while you’re on top of him.

You can finally feel the day’s tension weighing heavily on you, residing deep within your bones. Because now you finally allow yourself to let it all go, and when you feel your muscles contracting, your walls fluttering around Frankie, your mind suddenly goes blank with a peculiar clarity.

You come with a loud cry, and so does Frankie, mere seconds after you. He helps you ride out your orgasm by pressing his torso to yours, kissing you messily in between. You then cup his cheeks, staring at him with the goofiest smile on your face.

“Stay,” he asks you. “Just tonight, till it all blows over.”

Frankie’s barely moving inside of you, but he still is nonetheless, and it’s definitely impacting his decision-making skills at this point.

“Okay,” you concede, just as he’s pulling out with a slight grunt.

You kiss him sweetly, the seal of your lips pressed together a promise of a better tomorrow.

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