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hawkzeyes · 2 months
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The Titans #1 (1999-2003)
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Last Dragonborn: Walking around without a bag freaks me out. Imagine having no inventory slots. Couldn't be me.
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(Valentina's POV)
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We celebrated our gorgeous bride this weekend! Macie and I found a cabin in the woods and coordinated with everyone on schedules, a few weeks later the 12 of us gathered to celebrate Celeste finding the love of her life! While not everyone that was invited could make it, I'm glad that we got to have time with our family!
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We all transformed into girls for a weekend, having snowball fights, making snow angels, and making snow people. It was a great period of relaxation and bonding, the togetherness that Celeste specifically asked for before entering a new season of life.
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All the 'Paulson girls - current and former' were able to get together and it was so special! Having 6 brothers means that us sisters have been welcoming more sisters with each wedding (and hopefully Kelsey joins our crew in the future). Having Tessa, Sabrina, and Madison be pregnant still making the effort to be with us made it even more special!
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We all took turns cooking, and Macie and I had prearranged the cooking groups so each day we had 4 people cooking per day. We were definitely spoiled when it came to food, we had everything from homemade doughnuts, fresh bread made daily, great soup, and homemade lasagna - to name a few. The kettle was constantly going so we had an abundance of hot chocolate and coffee available over the weekend too.
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We're getting closer and closer to the big day, we've got all of our dresses and suits for the bridal party. Since it's a winter wedding, we're praying that we have nice enough weather that there's a nice blanket of snow but no inclement weather. Macie and I have cherished this time as her maid and matron of honour, we've managed to grow even closer with her (as if it was even possible) and can't wait for her to marry the love of her life in a few short weeks!
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miggylol · 10 months
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girl help
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korcariis · 2 years
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𝕿ag archive . 
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ fate has already staked its claim on us  ›  arc / origins. 
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ neither a monster nor a martyr  ›  arc / witch hunt. 
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ these violent delights have violent ends  ›  arc / the last court.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ none shall be untouched by the fires above  ›  arc /  inquisition.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ found between the folds of history over and over again  ›  writing.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ rumors of god run through your dark blood  ›  character study.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ innocent. ruthless. bloodstained  ›  introspection.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ at the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman  ›  reflection.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ a lowly combination of the divine / the bestial  ›  wardrobe.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it  ›  aesthetic.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?  ›   self-promo.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ our wishes bend the statues of the gods  ›  promo.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ one creature’s need and another’s response ›  answered.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ let's pick the truth that we believe in like a bad religion  ›  prompts.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ hunger: a feeling and an ache. want of want  ›  desires.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ feeling the love for my witchy wife in this chili’s tonight  › ooc.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ thinking about the immortality of the crab › queue.
.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ what are you doing in my swamp??!!  ›  crack.
#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ fate has already staked its claim on us  ›  arc / origins.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ neither a monster nor a martyr  ›  arc / witch hunt.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ these violent delights have violent ends  ›  arc / the last court.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ none shall be untouched by the fires above  ›  arc /  inquisition.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ found between the folds of history over and over again  ›  writing.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ rumors of god run through your dark blood  ›  character study.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ innocent. ruthless. bloodstained  ›  introspection.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ at the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman  ›  reflection.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ a lowly combination of the divine / the bestial  ›  wardrobe.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ whatever we call beautiful we quiver before it  ›  aesthetic.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?  ›   self-promo.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ our wishes bend the statues of the gods  ›  promo.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ one creature’s need and another’s response ›  answered.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ let's pick the truth that we believe in like a bad religion  ›  prompts.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ hunger: a feeling and an ache. want of want  ›  desires.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ feeling the love for my witchy wife in this chili’s tonight  › ooc.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ thinking about the immortality of the crab › queue.#.  · ✦ ❪ … ❫ what are you doing in my swamp??!!  ›  crack.
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luveline · 2 years
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𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 
part one | part two | part three | part four
summary you're a single mom living three trailers down. eddie thinks you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen. queue smiley face oatmeal, grossly misused power tools, desserts on the living room floor, a haircut, and an abundance of nerd metaphors [15k]
warnings teen mom!reader, fem!reader, r is junie's birth mother, fluff, hurt/comfort, eddie ends up being a total girl dad (<3), mutual pining, yearning etc, tw for not having much money, general loneliness, mentions of a shitty/traumatic pregnancy, general mom struggles :(, slowburn friends to lovers, you wash eddie's hair!!!! this was low-key requested by anon
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Eddie opens the door and finds a little girl on the steps of his house. Little girl feels generous – she's barely more than a baby. In a set of tiny matching pajamas and white socks stained green from the morning grass, she looks up at him with wide, sad eyes. 
"Hey," he says carefully. "Hey, sweetheart." 
"Good morning," she says, though it comes out blurry.
"Good morning," he repeats with a breathless laugh, instantly endeared.
He curls his hand around the railing and squats down. She really is very cute and obviously well looked after, although he realises upon closer inspection that she's been crying. 
"Where's your mommy?" Eddie feels silly as he asks, but what else do you say when you find kids by themselves? 
He's not really expecting her to know the answer. She pouts her small mouth and Eddie freezes up. 
"Mommy.” Her breath quivers. 
"Don't cry," he says very gently.
It doesn't work, obviously, and she starts whimpering in a way that turns Eddie's heart entirely. 
"Let's find mommy, okay? Do you wanna do that? Wanna come and find mommy with me?" 
"Yes," she says, though it quickly draws up into a sharp cry. 
Eddie treks down the stairs and turns back, waiting. The little girl looks down at the steps and her eyebrows furrow as she places one foot after the other, looking like her socks are stuck to a fly trap. 
He holds his hand out. "You got it," he says encouragingly, wiggling his fingers. 
Her relief is palpable. Her brows smooth as she takes his hand, so small he can cover her entire palm with the meat of his thumb. She wobbles down the steps and then hesitates at the damp ground awaiting. 
Eddie drops his gaze to her wet feet.
She looks up at him. Eddie doesn't think she means to but her eyes are pleading,and he's already moving to pick her up when she lifts her arms into the air.
She's heavier than he anticipates. He quickly gets used to the weight, shifting her against his side with his arm under her butt, her damp foot digging into his abdomen. She rests one hand on his shoulder and the other reaches for his hair. He can't help smiling at her as she pets the dark mess, hand clumsy but well-intentioned. 
He walks down past the van and onto dark asphalt, looking up and down the road to see if anyone's around. He figures she has to be a trailer park kid – she can't have walked very far, and she'd been waiting outside. She must've gotten mixed up and thought his trailer was her own, which hopefully means her mom lives close. 
The steps up into his trailer are on the right side. Eddie guesses she's come from the right. It's not a great assumption — he's grasping at straws. 
"What's your name?" he asks. 
She's taken a lock of his hair into her hands. Eddie worries for a second that she's going to try eating it but she only waves it around, looking pleased. 
"I'm Eddie." 
"Dee," she says. 
"Almost. Eh-dee," he spells out, again not actually expecting her to understand what he's saying. He's unsure about kids her age – he's unsure what age she even is. 
She babbles something unintelligible and Eddie hikes her higher up his chest. He strides out of the cool shadow and blinks, shielding his eyes against the yellow-white glare of sunshine. The little girl hides her face in his hair. 
He hasn't walked very far when he sees you behind the trailer three doors down, pinning clothes that look the same size as the girl's pajamas to a clothesline with unhurried hands. The front door is wide open. 
"Your poor mommy," he murmurs as he approaches, "out here doing the laundry by herself and you're halfway to Indianapolis. Musta got turned around, huh?"
You drop a small light blue dress on the floor and cuss just loud enough for Eddie to hear it. You pick it up fast and brush it down, looking over the fabric worriedly. 
Eddie cuts over soft grass, giving the baby's waist a pat and holding her ears away from his mouth as he raises his voice. "Hey, is this your kid?" he asks. 
You flinch toward him and your eyes go wide – wide, your lips parting and your brows jumping down like you might start yelling. 
You're really fucking pretty. 
Eddie’s quick to placate you. "She was sitting on my front steps." 
You still don't look very happy though your suspicion melds to confusion and then a stab of too-late worry. You rush towards them and Eddie turns his body to encourage the girl's gaze to you. His chest warms when she perks up. 
She wriggles in his arms impatiently and Eddie's surprised by how quickly she starts to cry, reaching out for you with insistent grabbing hands as he passes her over.
"It's okay," you say softly, tucking her into your chest. 
The difference in body language is unmissable. Where she'd been restless (though more than pleasant) in Eddie's arms, she completely melts into yours. Her little face presses into your neck and her legs curl up. You pat her butt soothingly. "It's okay, baby. Where have you been?" You look up at him for an answer with concern lining your pretty features. 
"I'm only three down," he says. 
 "Oh… Thank you," you say roughly.
Your gratitude is unnecessary. "That's okay. She's real sweet. I opened the door and the first thing she said was, 'good morning,'" he recalls with an easy smile. 
Joy lightens your entire face. He feels his breath catch in his throat. 
"She did? She said that?" 
"Yeah, she did.” He tries not to sound as confused as he feels.
Your eyes close with the force of your smile. You encourages your toddler’s face back and drop your chin to plant kisses all over her tiny cheeks. Eddie feels something foreign yawning in his chest as she starts to laugh, a tinkling sound that's sugar sweet. 
He scratches his neck and pretends to look over his shoulder, tamping his smile back into a neutral expression. 
"She's having trouble talking," you say, lifting your head as the baby's giggles taper off. "She can talk, she says 'mommy' all the time, but she's s'posed to be saying more 'cos she's almost two and I know she can do it, she's so smart, but-" You cut yourself off and laugh all breathless and sheepish. "Sugar, I'm sorry. I mean- Sorry. Thank you," it almost bursts from you, "for bringing her back. I don't know…" 
"You just moved in, right?" You nod. "The lock on the front door- they're all exactly the same, you just gotta shake it and it unlocks. Even someone small as her can could get it open with enough determination." 
"She can be very determined," you say ruefully, voice hushed. You're still patting her butt, swaying her from side to side. Eddie's in awe at how quickly she's settled, her button features crumpled by a big yawn. "Always gets what she wants."
"I bet she does, she's a total heartbreaker." 
You take a step towards him, your beat up sneakers half a foot from his converse. "She can't help it, she was born this pretty," you say. He loves how braggy you sound. 
"I can see where she gets it." 
As soon as he says it he wishes he could take it back. Not because he doesn't think it's true – you're really something else – but because he doesn't want to creep you out. 
Luckily, he's rewarded for his bravery by another beaming smile, your words warm as you tell him, "They said she was the prettiest baby they'd seen in twenty years up in Eskenazi general." 
The name pricks his ears. "You're from Indianapolis?" 
"Kind of." You tilt your head to the side. "I'm sorry, I don't know your name." 
"Eddie." He could applaud himself on how normal he sounds and how not normal he feels. 
"Eddie, I'm Y/N. D'you wanna come in for coffee? Or I can make you some breakfast? To say thank you for taking care of my Junie."
"Junie," he repeats, surprised. 
You shift from foot to foot. "She's a June baby. And she's getting kind of heavy these days, so. Breakfast?" 
He follows you up the steps and through the back door. 
"You can leave it open," you say over your shoulder. 
He catches an eyeful of your bathroom, an organised chaos that smells intoxicating, the rich scent of jasmine heavy in the humidity chased by something softer. Talcum powder, he thinks. 
You murmur something to Junie too quiet to hear and she rouses from her dozing, grizzling weakly. 
"It's breakfast time! Is that what you tried to come and find me for, some breakfast? So impatient," you scold her lightly, smiling all the while as you set her into a bright blue high chair with a big yellow duck with orange flippers printed on the cushioning.
You squeeze one of her feet and frown. "Your socks are wet. Did you go swimming in the grass?" 
Eddie leans against the doorway leading into the kitchen. He doesn't have any experience with kids. You make it look easy, pulling off her stained socks while she wiggles her protest and tickling the soles of her feet with the tip of your finger until she's happy again. 
You turn back to him, socks clutched in your hand. "I'm gonna make oatmeal. Is that something you…" 
"I'm an oatmeal fiend." 
You grin and do a lap to close the front door. "Sit down. I'll get you some coffee? I got milk and brown sugar." 
He throws himself into the seat next to the high chair with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Brown sugar? Sweetness, you're spoiling me." 
Junie laughs. Eddie pulls himself up into a proper sitting position and gawps at her exaggeratedly. "What's funny, little lady?" 
She giggles some more. Eddie leans his elbow on the tray of the high chair and pretends to glare at her. "I can already tell you're trouble." 
"She likes you." 
"Yeah?" he asks, looking at you over his shoulder. 
You're half obscured by cabinets as you poke your head out, an open sack of rolled oats in one hand and a small pan in the other. You nod happily and move to the sink. He can hear the sound of the faucet and the burner clicking on, the saucepan sliding over the stovetop. 
"I like you," he says to Junie quietly, rapping his knuckles on the tray. "But don't tell anyone, okay? I have a reputation." 
"So, uh, how long have you lived here?" you call, almost smothered by the rushing sound of oats tipping into hot water. 
Junie makes a funny face like she might sneeze. Eddie watches. "Since I was a kid." He's smiling as he talks, amazed when Junie starts to smile back. He nods his head gently up and down to encourage her. "Too long. Not that it's not nice here."
Junie looks like she agrees. 
"For sure, but..  not always where you picture yourself," you say tentatively. 
He hums his agreement. "Whatever though, right? A roof is a roof. Even when the roof is made of cardboard and corrugated metal. I mean, all things considered, this is a well kept vessel." 
He's not just trying to make you feel better – you really are making a go of it. There's not nearly as much clutter or decoration as his own home but it's twice as clean and every surface brags a clear affection – you fucking love your daughter. There's a framed photo of her as she looks now at the mantle without a single fingerprint on the glass, baby photos in smaller frames hang on the wall. 
Smallest of all, a photo of the two of you together. Your hands on her shoulders, your lips and nose pressed to her forehead. You're not looking at the camera, but Junie is, and she's exuberant. 
Toys, though few, are arranged neatly under the TV. It's really the type of clean that takes hours. He wonders how you'd ever make time for it. 
"You got a job?"  
"Yeah, I'm waitressing at Benny's?" You say it like a question. "The burger place?"
"Yeah, I know the one. Randolph Lane, near the laundromat. Does Junie go with you?" he asks. He cooes Junie's name and feels very happy when the girl in question smiles some more, reaching out with her hands. Eddie offers up the same palm she'd taken before and lets her squeeze his fingers in a surprisingly tight grip. "She looks like a working girl." 
"Benny said I could bring her with me until she starts daycare next week, so she really is a working girl." You giggle madly and Junie loves the sound, her chubby cheeks rounding as she smiles. 
"I knew it," Eddie whispers conspiringly. "You have the face for it." 
Junie laughs like something is truly hysterical and Eddie can't believe it, squeezing the small girl's smaller fingers in his and waving their joined hands together.
"She really likes you," you say, closer now. 
You set a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. He pulls his hand from Junie's and moves the hot mug away from the high chair though she'd never be able to reach it as you set your own mug and a pint of milk half-full across from him, the brown sugar you'd promised in a pink and orange ceramic dish with a lid that clinks as he pulls it off. 
You double back into the kitchen. This time you bring a baby bottle full of what he guesses is diluted juice and two teaspoons, handing him one with a quiet, "For you." 
"Why thank you," he drawls. 
He spoons a generous hill of crumbly brown sugar into his cup and swirls. 
"The oatmeal needs to soften. Is there anything you want with it? I've got lots of options," you tell him, pouring milk into your own mug. When you're done you and Eddie swap.
He thinks maybe you sound a little nervous and wonders if he's the first neighbour you've met. Or maybe you're still freaked out about Junie. 
He raises his eyebrows but doesn't look at you as he splashes milk into the dark recesses of his coffee, watching as it bursts back up to the surface and turns the drink a more acceptable brown. "What do you usually have?" 
"Junie gets peanut butter and blueberries." 
He tilts his head toward his shoulder just slightly and plants his elbows on the table, the rim of his mug held in tenuous fingertips. 
"What do you get?" he asks, thinking that if the baby gets such a sweet treat you must get something equally impressive. He thinks of raspberries and chia seeds, flakey sea salt and bitter dark chocolate. 
You blink. "What?" 
"What do you have, on your oatmeal?" He punctuates his question with a sip. 
"Salt. Sometimes raisins." 
You make a nice cup of coffee. Eddie holds it in both hands and leans into the table. "That's it?" 
You shrug. Junie starts to whimper about something Eddie doesn't understand. You reach out to hold her hand. "She loves blueberries. Don't you, Junie?"
"Blue," Junie says. 
You're smiling as you take another small spoonful of brown sugar. You lick the tip of your finger and dip it into the well of the spoon until a few grains are sticking to you and hold it up to Junie's lips. "She loves sugar, too, but toddlers aren't s'posed to have it. Or so they say." You smile as she sucks the sugar off before wiping your spit wet finger in your pants. 
Daughter appeased for a moment, you hold your chin in your palm and turn your attention to him. "Where do you work?" 
He imagines this is how a plant feels when the sun comes out. "The Hideout, for now. I'm a very essential and irreplaceable bus boy." He nods very seriously.
"What's after?" 
"Music." 
Your lips curl into an interested smile. "Music? You a singer?" 
"I have a great set of windpipes," he says agreeably, grinning. "But I'm a guitarist." 
"And you're in a band?" 
"I- I was. Yeah, we were good, too, but everybody graduated and our drummer skipped town. I just sub rhythm guitar for whoever wants me to." 
"At the Hideout?" 
"At the Hideout." He decides on his next words carefully. You could come see me play. Weak. You're welcome to come see it for yourself. Too strong? You're welcome to come by one night. Bring Junie. 
He's not asking you on a date; he's a new acquaintance extending an invitation for you to get out and see a new place. That's all it is. 
He opens his mouth to try and suddenly there's a loud clattering. Eddie flinches, blinks, finds that Junie has thrown her bottle of juice across the room. 
Eddie waits for you to maybe tell her off like some of the mom's he's seen at Bradley's. A glare, a hissing remark to be good. 
You reach over and your shirt rides up your back. Eddie averts his gaze guiltily.
You put the bottle back on the tray, giving him an apologetic grimace. "Sorry, Junie has recently discovered that every time she drops something I'll pick it up for her." 
"Smart Junie." 
The bottle falls to the floor again. "She's a genius." You don’t sound entirely pleased, picking the bottle up again and holding it just out of Junie's reach. You shake it up and down. "S'juice. You like juice," you try to reason with her.
Junie reaches for it. You purse your lips. "Be good," you say softly. 
Junie takes the bottle and shakes it. 
It's a small victory and still softens every feature. Your eyes squint, your bottom lip juts out a touch, your nostrils flare with a pleased inhale. 
"Thanks, junebug."
"Tanks," Junie says. 
"Thanks," you repeat, bubbly baby talk. "Thanks. Say thanks, Junie." 
Eddie watches you encourage her over his coffee. It's quiet, peaceful here in a way nowhere else in his life has ever been besides quiet Sunday mornings with his Uncle. There's only the sound of the gas stovetop burning and your happy, patient voice. 
Junie says "Tanks," a couple more times. You don't give up. When she finally says something that sounds almost like a "Thanks," you whip your gaze to his. 
"Did you hear that?" you ask. Your pride is evident. 
He puts down his half empty mug. "She said it." 
"She said it," you repeat, your shoulders moving in the tiniest happy dance he's ever seen. You stand up and take her face into delicate hands. "She's my smarty pants. Aren't you, baby?" 
You dot a kiss over her head and head back into the kitchenette. 
"Tanks," Junie says animatedly, running on an affection high. She accidentally knocks her bottle over.
"Thanks, Junie," Eddie corrects, righting it. 
He finds it easier to baby talk than he imagined. Being nice to little kids – that's easy. Especially as he gets older. When they hit the pre-teen mark is when he starts to steer clear, but even then he can't help doting on them sometimes. Like his club – idiots, annoying idiots, but his annoying idiots. He doesn't hold back with them. He doesn't feel like he's holding back now, either, it's just different. 
Baby's want love. Care and affection. 
And to pull Eddie's hair, apparently. 
Junie's reaching over the gap with a fierce look on her face. Eddie pulls his chair closer and decides to let her try it out. She hadn't given him any reason to worry before, and she doesn't now as she takes a chunk of his hair into her hand. She pulls very gently, likely more that her fingers have gotten caught in his messy curls than any maliciousness. 
"What's your fascination with my hair?" he asks her. 
In her own home Junie's very noisy. When he'd found her outside she hadn't done much besides whimper weakly. Now, she's a riot of gurgling and humming. 
"Are you a singer, Junie?" he asks. 
"She sings all the time! She loves the Muppet Babies on TV, but I- uh, I haven't been able to actually get cable, yet. But when I get paid next week…" You come back into view with two bowls in hand. "She'll be in her oils." 
Eddie says thanks as you put a bowl down in front of him. There's a smiley face there made up of berries with banana slices for eyes. He feels something crawling up his throat and has no idea what it is, and then something completely different when he sees your own bowl, a stretch of plain oatmeal with no delicious adornment. 
You leave and quickly return with a smaller bowl, a baby spoon and a jar of peanut butter.
"Do you want some?" you ask, opening the jar to push the baby spoon inside. "I would've just put it in anyway but then I worried you were allergic." 
You hand it off to Junie and she licks at it happily. 
"Sure, I'll have some. Where's your smiley face?" he asks. 
Your eyes widen slightly. Eddie's not academically inclined but he's never been stupid, and he sees it for what it is, something he's seen in himself and in every other poor kid who didn't bring lunch to school.
"I don't really like bananas," you say. 
Whether you're lying or not isn't something he needs to know.
"Well, you're gonna have to share the blueberries with me, I can't eat this much fruit. I got a hearty diet of chips and microwave oven dinners to uphold." 
Eddie shovels half of the smile into your bowl. You clutch your spoon in your hand like you want to protest, but no way is he gonna watch you miss out on nice things in your own home. 
You smile and don't say anything for a while, rubbing the edge of the bowl with your spoon, your thoughts somewhere else. 
Junie's food sits billowing steam in the middle of the table, which annoys the poor girl endlessly. She wiggles and murmurs and sucks at her empty spoon with a growing line between her brows. 
Eddie eats and feels much better when you finally start to eat your own meal, leaning back in his chair heavily to loll his head towards Junie. "Your mom makes amazing oatmeal. You're really missing out." 
You choke on a laugh and grab her spoon to load up with another small heap of peanut butter. "That is so cruel to lord over her,” you say. “I can't give it to her yet! It's scorching. She has a fragile mouth." 
"I'm sure." 
He picks one of his blueberries out of the bowl and offers it to Junie, who takes it slowly despite her previously rabid hunger 
More oatmeal eating. Eddie ends up giving the rest of his fruit to Junie, your generous dollops of peanut butter more than enough to enjoy the oatmeal. He might argue it doesn't need any adornment at all.
You stir peanut butter into Junie's bowl and wrestle the baby spoon out of her tight grip.
It's a process to watch. You scoop up oatmeal, blow on it until you're sure it's cool, and push it into Junie's mouth efficiently. There's a method to it, the way you lift the handle of the spoon so oatmeal doesn't drip straight back out of her mouth. When it does you scrape the lip gently against her chin to catch it before it ruins her shirt. 
It starts to rain. Hard not to notice, a light drizzle opens and sprays down against the windows and for a moment there's no reaction. Then, gasping, you drop Junie's bowl back onto the table in stress. 
"Shit, the laundry. Are you okay to watch her please? Sorry. I'll be five seconds," you say, already heading for the back door. 
"Sure.” He sounds about as startled as he feels. 
The back door shushes open and your feet dip down the steps. Junie is not very pleased with her breakfast getting put on pause, her face growing as unpleasant as the weather outside.
"Mommy," she says, unhappy and loud.
Eddie doesn't think about it as he picks up her bowl. It's more a pulse of feeling than a thought. Feed her and she won't cry. 
He blows on a spoonful of oatmeal with likely too much vigour. 
Junie's still complaining as he holds it in front of her face. If she's surprised to be fed by somebody who isn't her mom she doesn't show it, her sticky face growing suddenly slack as she realises her oatmeal is back in play. Her lips part.
He feeds her oatmeal, does a very bad job, and tries to gather what's escaped with the spoon as Junie waves her hands around and pokes at spilled food on the white tray in front of her. By the time you come back damp and breathless with the cold chasing your heels he's successfully managed to feed her what was left of her breakfast. He's embarrassed to be caught but tries not to show it. 
"You okay?" he asks, looking you up and down amicably.
"S'only a little rain." You push the laundry basket onto the sofa and smile sheepishly. "You didn't have to do that." 
"And have the precious little lady starve?" 
"Starve!" you repeat, a feigned incredulousness to your tone. 
"She was giving me the puppy dog's," he says, shrugging as he takes the spoon out of Junie's wet fingers. 
She whines for a second at his robbery but seems to realise she's full, picking her juice back up to shake some more. 
You exhale through an open-mouthed smile.
"Thank you. She's gonna love you now, she loves anyone who gives her food. She's a real cadge at the diner. Never seen so much free cherry pie in my life," you remark, turning to what looks like your diaper station. You wade through a mess of things he doesn't recognise and pull out a packet of baby wipes. 
"And her mom? Is her affection so easily garnered?" 
"Takes more than a cherry pie to win me over," you joke, sitting down in your chair in front of the high chair with a soft sigh. You pull out one of the wipes and take Junie's wrists into your hand, wiping her fingers clean methodically. "I need at least a squirt of whipped cream on top before I consider any fondness." 
He chuckles and you laugh too. It's short-lived, your lips pursed as you wipe Junie's face clean. She hates every second of it, writhing in her chair like she's being tortured as you clean a mess of brown and blue from her round chin. 
"Sorry, I'm sorry. Done, done," you say, holding your hands up in surrender. 
She pouts. 
"Don't be like that," you scold her mildly. "Look how lovely and clean you are now! Eddie can see how pretty you look again." 
You slide your hands under her armpits and pull her out of the highchair, groaning. 
"Oh, there you go. Where's Mr. Bear gone, baby? You can play sticky bricks with him so I can get ready for work." 
Work. Work. Where Eddie was going. Where Eddie is very likely supposed to be. He checks the time and his eyes flare, standing up abruptly. You turn  toward him with Junie anchored on your hip, both wearing matching expressions of curiosity.
"Sh-“ Don’t swear around babies. “I'm sorry, I got somewhere to be that I totally spaced on."
You blink. "That's okay." 
"It was sick to meet you," he says. 
You blink some more and walk to the front door, pulling it open as an understanding smile curls your lips. "Super 'sick,'" you say, bemused. "Thank you so much for bringing Junie back. Really, I mean, if anything ever happened to her." You don't finish because it's obvious, your bright tone underlain with a burning fear.
He walks sideways out of the door and down one step, knowing he's super fucking late but not caring too much as he says, "Listen, I can bring you a deadbolt." 
"You could?" 
"Sure thing. Make sure this little lady," and he says it chidingly, directing his gaze at Junie who goes all shy and smiley from the attention, "doesn't go on anymore morning adventures. Especially without her shoes." 
"That would be… that would be awesome, Eddie. Thank you." 
He waves his hand and descends the last of the steps. "I'll come around tomorrow?" 
It's a Saturday today. He's not surprised that you're both working the weekend, but he is surprised that you're working Sunday too when you say, "Would after five be okay?" 
"That's more than okay. Bye, trouble," he says to Junie, bringing a hand up to shield his hair from the drizzling rain. 
You look lovely on the stoop, fresh-faced and in your lounge clothes. You tug Junie up your chest and take her hand into yours. "Say 'bye', Junie," you tell her, waving her hand. "Bye! Bye-bye, Eddie." 
"Bye Junie!" he calls, waving at the little girl with great fervour.
"Bye!" Junie calls back. 
You both grin. 
-
You're super tired from work and exhausted from an upset daughter. Even now Junie fusses. She hasn't been getting her naps because you can't set her down anywhere that isn't the wooden high chair in Benny's restaurant, which is months of a routine disrupted. 
You're not mad at her – the opposite, you feel awful to mess her up like this, awful that she's so upset. Trying your very best to calm her down, you're swaying her from side to side in the middle of your messy living room with your hand patting a steady rhythm into the narrow breadth of her back. 
"I know, baby, I know. I'm sorry. You'll get your nap tomorrow, I promise," you say, trying for softness and missing, desperation eating at your tone.
You try not to have a heart attack at the thought of her first day at the new daycare. I can't think about it, you tell yourself, moving your thoughts onto the Sunday checklist. 
Junie's been fed. Unfortunately, she's the kind of wound up where the only solution you can think of is to get her in bed. If you can get her down soon she'll sleep until maybe 4AM. Not ideal; you'd prefer she slept later tonight and woke up at a healthier 6AM with you. When she does wake, no matter the time, you'll have her eat something substantial for breakfast and take a much needed bath. 
Laundry, bills, cleaning, it all runs through your head. Junie's hair, her snacks for daycare, her clothes. Does she have clean socks for the week? Does she have a vest top for tomorrow? 
Her crying grows loud and you can't think of anything except how overwhelmed you feel. 
"It's okay, baby, just go to sleep." You shush her softly.
Somebody knocks the door. 
You and Junie are similarly nonplussed. Her crying ceases for a second and her head turns in tandem with yours. 
"Oh. Oh, you know who that is, huh?" you ask her, making for the door while her cries are still on pause. "That's our new friend Eddie. You remember Eddie?" 
You pull open the door. There he is on the porch with a bag and a plastic case, wearing a shirt with short sleeves. You realise for the first time that he has tattoos. 
"Hi," you say. 
"Hi. Hi, Junie," he adds, looking at her tear-stained face. "Have I come at a bad time?" 
"No, you're good. You're great, thank you for doing this." You lean back against the door and Eddie skirts past you. That close, you can smell the heavy sage and sandalwood of his cologne and see the beauty mark under his ear, dark hair tucked behind the shell. 
He stops in the middle of the room and puts down the plastic case. "I'm gonna try to do it. Try being the essential word, and I make absolutely no promises." He makes a small cross with his hands leading out and the bag falls from the crook of his elbow to his wrist. 
It sounds like more than a deadbolt. Eddie sees your gaze and jumps into theatrics that hook Junie's attention straight away, ruffling through the bag. He pulls out a VHS tape and then a second, one old and one newer. 
"For your consideration." He presents them grandly against his check, his eyes flitting from your daughter to the tapes in wait of her reaction. 
Junie has no clue what a VHS is. She thinks the TV is magic. 
You swoop in and gasp loudly for Junie's sake, having identified his proffered tapes immediately. 
"You know what that is?" you ask her, pointing at the slipcover. "Muppet Babies! There's Kermit and Fozzy and Rowlf and Gonzo." You touch your finger to each puppet in turn as you reel off their names. 
Junie looks up at you like maybe she remembers, so you start to sing the theme tune for her. "Muppet Babies, they make their dreams come true. Muppet Babies, they'll do the same for you!"
The song jogs her memory. She starts her nonsense singing in a valiant but juvenile effort to recreate the music, dancing in your arms. 
You sing it again for her as you lower her to the floor. She doesn't whine to be picked back up, a great sign that her mood has turned, instead walking to the TV, a small silver combi with a bubble screen. She raises her arms up high and starts hitting the TV stand with her palms flat. 
Eddie looks to you as if he's checking that it's alright before crossing the small space and turning on the TV, your relieved smile more than enough encouragement. He's careful not to step on Junie's feet, surprised when she walks into his leg. She grabs onto his jeans and looks up at him with wide eyes. 
Eddie visibly softens. 
It's kind of crazy to see him, this metalhead dude covered in dark tattoos and wearing safety pinned jeans looking down at a toddler with nothing but patience in his eyes.
He drops his hand very lightly to her tiny back and pushes in the tape. "Hi, sweetheart."
"Hi," Junie says. 
She doesn't let him touch her for very long, falling to her knees to pull out the bin of stickle bricks hiding underneath as Eddie fast forwards through the adverts and then turns up the volume until the Muppet Babies theme is echoing against the wood panelled walls.. 
Junie's eyes dart up the screen, two bricks held in her hands and a great smile on her face. 
"Where did you find that?" you ask, in awe. 
He steps over her and comes back to your side, crossing his arms over his stomach with a smug smile. "Not telling. Ruins the magic. Got The Bugs Bunny Show for when she gets bored of Miss Piggy." 
You smooth down your rumpled black work skirt and smile shyly. "I can pay you back… Next week." 
He looks lost for words for a split-second. It clears fast, and he says, "Tell you a secret. I have a friend down at good old Family Video that let me have 'em for nothing." 
"Yeah?" you ask, unsure. You worry he's lying to make you feel better. 
"Uh-huh. Friends in high places," he brags sarcastically. 
You turn to watch Junie smile for the first time in hours and have to scrub your face to hide how shattered you feel. It's been a really long week. Your relief is a physical thing, a hand on your shoulder. You feel yourself deflate. 
"You okay?" Eddie asks. 
You press the backs of your hands to your cheeks. "Thank you. Really. You saved me." 
"Yeah?" he asks, dialling up the drama. He lifts his chin high. "Would you say, oh, I don't know, that I'm your hero?" 
It's his clear joking tone that saves him. If you'd detected even a smidge of genuine expectancy from him you likely would've shoved him out the door. 
"Mm-hm. My hero," you croon, both of you grinning. 
He turns back to the grocery bag and pulls out a bottle of juice. "I was gonna bring coke but I didn't want Junie to feel left out." 
You move to the cabinets and can't believe how nice he is. You get a little warning stab, that feeling of if it's too good to be true… and shake it off. Maybe it'll turn out that way and you're not gonna do anything stupid to chance it, but he seems like a normal guy. A good neighbour who wants to be your friend.
You're in dire need of one of those. 
"What was wrong with the little lady?" 
You pour juice into a glass for him, less into a glass for you, and a half-inch into a clean baby bottle. "I can't get her down for a nap when she's with me at work and it really caught up to her today. She-" You yawn so wide it hurts your cheeks, covering your face with your arm. 
Eddie looks up from where he's kneeling in front of the open plastic case he'd brought with him. "Caught up to you too, I think." 
"A little." You smile ruefully. 
He holds something red and black in the air. "This'll wake you up," he says. 
It's a small hand drill. He presses down on the trigger twice in quick succession and Junie lies down on the floor to look backwards at him. 
“Woah,” you say.
Junie rolls onto her knees and then stands. She's in that stage of walking where she can mostly do it but has a great tendency to trip over anything that might be in her way, and she stumbles as she approaches. Eddie moves the drill away from her and opens the case wide to show her his array of drill bits. 
"How'd you like them, Junie?" he asks. "Pretty cool, huh?" 
"What do they all do?" you ask. 
"I don't have the foggiest," he says, grinning up at you. "And I really wanted to be cool and pretend that I did. I was going to, but you asked me that and now we're sunk." 
Junie pokes at all the silver metal and turns away, bored, to return to her cartoons. 
"I'm sorry," you say, not sorry at all. 
"You should be." He shakes his hair out. "Can't say woodshop was something I ever paid much attention to in school." 
You squat down beside him where he's counting the screws out for the deadbolt he'd acquired for you, your small cup of juice in hand. The deadbolt isn't new but it's clean of rust and that's all you care about. It doesn't need to do anything besides work. 
"It can't be too hard though, right?" you ask quietly. There isn't any need to talk loudly this close to him and your head is starting to hurt from a long day. 
"I hope not." He passes you the drill. "Hold onto that?" 
He stands and you follow, the deadbolt frame in hand. He turns to your front door and holds it up to the frame, far from the door knob. "Where'd you want this thing?" 
"Wherever you think is best," you say quickly. 
"Got a pencil?" 
You don't. You're ashamed to offer him a cyan blue crayon from Junie's arts and crafts. He takes it with a gleeful smile and uses it to draw a line under the deadbolt's two parts to make sure they fit together once they've been drilled in. 
Junie starts fussing and you squint at her, trying to guess what's wrong. You leave the drill on the small table by the door.
"Junie, you want some dinner?" you ask, walking up behind her where she's stood watching TV. You rub her shoulder and lean over her, your face upside down in front of the TV. "I don't think you're hungry. Let's change that diaper." 
She certainly doesn't want you to. You turn to Eddie where he's making clumsy crosses on the door in place of the screws, his brows furrowed. 
"I'm gonna go get her some jammies," you say, and then wince. "Pajamas." 
"Jammies," he repeats. You hate how happy he looks. 
A hot flush washes over you. "She's the only one I talk to." 
Again, that awful softening of his features. He's got the biggest, brownest eyes you've ever seen. "Why don't you get changed, too? I'm gonna start drilling." He waves the drill and you don't like how loosely he holds it. 
"Please don't ruin the door." 
A wolfish smile. "No promises." 
You leave all the doors open. Eddie's nice but you're not stupid – if he plans on kidnapping her or something evil this is the perfect time. Though, you suppose, he could’ve abducted her when he found her outside.
You shed your uniform and pull on a pair of loose fitting pants. You can't find a clean t-shirt, probably because you own a grand total of three, and you get distracted when the drill starts whirring and Junie screams. 
You know in your heart that it's just a baby scream rather than a sign that she's in pain and you still can't let it lie, rushing down the hall. You can see her, see that she's uninjured, only looking at the drill.
She's excited. 
"You like that?" Eddie asks her. "Is that funny?" 
Junie claps her hands together and reaches for the drill. 
Eddie frowns. "Sorry, you can't have it. I gotta finish the door for your mommy. Why don't you build me something with your bricks, yeah? Something big." 
Junie reaches up for the drill again. 
"I can't, Junie, it's too dangerous. Don't want you to get all mutilated." You wrinkle your nose at what he's saying. He turns the drill towards his chest and touches the drill bit to his collar. "Look, see this? It's not for little hands." 
Junie steps over the case of things on the ground and leans against Eddie's legs, insistent. 
Your mouth drops open as he starts the drill and puts on some fake anguished screams. "Ah! Oh my god, it's eating me!" 
Junie starts laughing at his fake screaming. Her eyes widen, her hands clinging to a rip in his jeans. 
"Think that's funny, do you? Heartless girl. Where's your juice gone, hmm?" He holds the drill behind his back and points to her bottle on the side of the couch where you'd left it. "You want that?" 
He goes over her head to grab it and encourage it into her hands. "Yummy," he says, his eyes moving to where you stand in the door past the kitchen, eyebrows jumping up. "Everything okay?" 
"Screaming," you say, awkward in your breathlessness. 
Eddie's eyes stay resolutely on your face. "She's okay. The drill is exciting. You're shirtless, you know." 
You spin on your heel and back into your room. Your heart a jack hammer, you sieve through clothes until a rumpled t-shirt that smells of deodorant but not sweat appears and shrug into it. 
Junie has a much better selection of clothes. You pick out some matching pajamas for her and a thick pair of socks and tuck them under your arm with her changing matt.
When you return this time, Eddie's drilling a third and fourth hole into the wall next to the door and Junie's watching with the teat of her bottle in her mouth, chewing but not drinking. You lay her mat down on the floor and grab her with a big sigh. 
"Alright, Junie, let's get you all fresh for bed." 
You change her diaper and she doesn't misbehave too much, Eddie's general presence a distraction. Soon she's sitting in your lap, dressed in new pajamas and smelling of talcum powder and baby creams, her wool socks soft as you rub your thumbs into the instep of her feet. 
You sit on the floor watching Eddie drill the screws into the deadbolt frame. Junie slouches against you, her head digging into your chest and her tired arms struggling to hold up her bottle. You hold it up for her, watching Eddie's hands and his arms, how they move. Muscle and ligament tense under the skin, tattoos warping, his bats propelled into flight. 
"I like your tattoos," you say. 
Eddie stops drilling to look over his shoulder. "What?" 
"I- I like your tattoos." 
He lights up. His back straightens out and he turns back to the lock, giving the last screw a final good twist. The door makes a groaning protest and then it's quiet. Just Muppet Babies, Junie's soft suckling and the compliment you'd given adrift in the room. 
"They're pretty sweet," he allows. You can hear how pleased he is though he won't look at you. 
"They're cool. Have you had them long?" 
Eddie starts to tell you all about them, fiddling with something you can't see on the door. 
Junie decides that she doesn't want to be sitting anymore and turns in your arms, hands coveting your neck. You lift her into your chest and rub circles in her back, the weight of her emptying bottle on your shoulder. Soon, her small arms go lax. There's a rush of air as her lips open from the teat and the bottle tumbles to the rug with a dull thud. 
He pulls open the door.  Cool air rushes in. He closes it, slides the deadlock into place, and then pulls hard to make sure it won’t come free. 
It’s solid. 
He laughs triumphantly and Junie stirs. You pat her back and make some quiet shushing sounds and Eddie turns around, a slip of his teeth on show as he grimaces. 
"Sorry," he whispers. 
You shake your head. "You're amazing. Thank you." 
If his cheeks weren't pink they are now. He leans into it, hiding one cheek behind his hair. "Stop," he says, exaggerated. 
"I'll make it good, I swear," you whisper, covering Junie's ear with your hand. "I'll make you the best dinner ever. I'm the best at Kraft's mac and cheese, or-" You flush hot, realising that mac and cheese might not be the treat you think it is to him. "Or we can order in," you say, doing the maths in your head. You can't afford it, but maybe Benny-
"Kraft's mac and cheese? You're spoiling me." 
You beam. 
Eddie cleans up the small mess he's made. You're afraid to move quite yet in case Junie's not really sleeping, though she's a dead weight in your arms, and you watch Eddie walk through the room with both caution and ease. 
"Oh, you don't have to do that,” you say. 
He folds the baby blanket in his hands and puts it back on the armrest of the couch before moving on to the stickle bricks, not looking at you as he says, "Just earning my wage, doll." 
You can't watch him clean your home. You wrap a tight arm around Junie and rise to your feet. Eddie sees your approach and his movements grow faster, rushing to clean up the mess before you can stop him. You don't know who starts first but you're both laughing as you grab his wrist. 
"Stop!" you whisper, mock-furious. "Stop cleaning." 
"Sh, you'll wake the baby." 
You shake your head in bemusement. "I'm gonna go set her down. Then mac and cheese." 
"Take your time. Lots of things for me to clean up out here," he says with a mock sincerity. 
You drift down the hall and turn back to sneak a glance at him. He's pulled Muppet Babies out of the TV and is rewinding it around his thumb, a small smile on his lips as he hums the theme tune to himself. 
With Junie finally in bed for the night you take a quick peek at yourself in the mirror on your nightstand and cringe. You look tired. You give yourself a big smile and feel better; a smile makes even your most exhausted features look pretty. 
You slap on some chapstick. You know, to counter your dry lips. It shines. 
Slipping out of the bedroom, you close the door as quietly as you can manage. 
Eddie's standing at the end of the hallway. You expect to feel scared. Instead, you’re perplexed.
"Hi?" you whisper.
"Can I use the bathroom?" 
You laugh. "Yeah. Course you can." 
You have to pass each other in the hallway. His hip bumps your hip, a short rub of fabric. 
You're still thinking about it when he finds you behind the stove, half asleep with your face in your hand. It's the kind of tired where your eyes keep slipping shut, not aching so much as blurry with a heavy head. 
"You okay?" he asks quietly, sitting down at your cramped table. 
You hum. "Hm. Just tired." You give him a guilty smile as you tip the bigger portion into his bowl.  "Sorry. Mac and cheese with bacon bits for you, my hero." 
"Thanks, sweetheart." 
The fatigue ebbs a little. 
Eddie’s easy to talk to. He makes you laugh. When you say goodnight, he looks back over his shoulder twice.
-
It's a funny coincidence that Eddie sees you Friday night. He never grocery shops on a Friday but he knowd when his uncle gets home in the morning there won’t be anything for him to eat after his shift. He takes a sharp turn towards the TV dinners and there you are at the bottom of the aisle with Junie in the seat of the cart. You're talking to her like you'd talk to anyone, though you didn't sound so saccharine sweet over mac and cheese. Close, but not quite. 
"What do you want?" you're asking. "Ham and pineapple or mini pepperoni?" 
Junie holds her hands out for both boxes. You let her take them and the two of you puzzle over the pizzas, heads bent together. 
"Pepperoni, right?" you ask her, quietly enough that he almost misses it. 
"Peroni," Junie agrees. You let her keep the box and put the other one back in the freezer. 
"Pepperoni," you correct, absentminded. 
"Peroni." 
"Pepper-roni." You sound it out slow, looking at a scrap of paper in your hand. 
"Pepper."
"You'll get there. Do you think we need shampoo this week?" You start jovial, but quickly lose your sprightliness. "Maybe I can put some water in the bottle and just… shake it up. No, we definitely need it." 
Eddie watches you look over the cart. He knows exactly what you're thinking, What can I put back?
"Hey!" he calls, walking a little faster to try and hide how he'd been listening. 
You turn on the spot and smile as soon as you see him. Junie, to his delight, is even more excited. 
"Hi," she says, hands thudding along the cart's handlebar. 
"Hi, Junie. How's my favourite neighbour?" 
She babbles. 
"I'm psyched to hear it. How about you, sweetheart?" he asks, parking his cart next to yours. 
You're looking very tired. Still in your work uniform with a hoodie thrown over the top and your smart flats swapped for a pair of converse with the laces undone. You pinch your cheeks up into a big smile. He guesses that with a baby you've gotten very used to hiding how you feel.
You don't hesitate to lay it down thickly. "I'm really good." 
"Yeah? How's Junie liking daycare?" 
You cover your hands with your sleeves. "She loves it. Loves napping again. She-" You frown. "She doesn't like the mornings. Dropping her off. But after." You nod with a tentative smile "Yeah, it's nice to pick her up." 
"Uh-huh. How's work?" 
"What?" 
"How's work for you? How's Benny's?" he prods. 
"You're asking me about work?" 
"Why wouldn't I be?" 
"Nobody ever asks about work," you say. 
You can't look at him as soon as you've said it, your eyes moving back to the grocery list in hand. It's an old envelope, and it crinkles under your squeezing fingers. 
"Sorry," you mutter. 
Eddie bites back a frown. "Well, I'm asking." 
He holds out his hand for the list and you give it without thinking. He adores your handwriting the second he sees it, scanning the list for anything in this aisle.
"Hey, tell me about it," he prompts at your silence, pushing his cart. It takes you a millisecond to catch up, but when you do you're near frenetic. 
"Well, I messed up like, five different orders today. And when I had Junie it was like they didn't care 'cos she's cute, but now she's not there they get pretty angry pretty quickly." 
"She's like a magic item." 
"Right," you say, sounding like you have no idea what he's talking about. "She was my lucky charm. 'N now when I mess up I gotta practically beg some of those guys to leave Benny alone. He's too nice to me already."
"Are they all terrible?"
"No, the regulars, guys in there everyday, they're all great. They're too generous. Benny's too generous. I know he's fluffing up my tip jar. I hate that. I don't want him-" You flinch. It's strange. Eddie takes a small step closer to you and waits for you to continue, but you've lost all steam. "Sorry, I don't mean to weigh you down with all of this." 
"I asked. And I get it." 
"I don't want him to feel sorry for me." 
"Hey," he says, reaching out for a box of cereal on your list. He presents it to Junie and shakes it around, "who said anything about all that?" 
"No, I know, I just-" 
Junie smiles her approval and he chucks the cereal in your cart with a rattle of metal. "I'm not trying to make you feel worse, I swear. I get it. I- You said he's a nice guy, right? So maybe he doesn't feel sorry for you at all. Maybe he just likes you. He owns that place. I don't think it hurts him to put an extra twenty in your tips." 
Junie reaches up. You turn to her and lean down until your face is a few inches from hers. "I wish I didn't need it," you say quietly. 
"I know." 
Junie puts her hand on your cheek. 
You sniff, not crying or anything like that, only breathing. "Thanks, Junie," you murmur. 
"Mommy," she says. She sounds a little concerned. 
"Let's go get something yummy, baby." You stroke her face lightly. "I'm thinking canned peaches. Or pears, um. Fruit cocktail. And condensed milk," you add, sounding unsure.
"I got a can or two of that laying around," Eddie says, because he knows that shit is expensive. "Wayne hates sweet stuff." 
"I couldn't-" 
"You let me come over for one of those mini pizzas and I'll bring the dessert," he says, like he knows you'll say yes. He doesn't know. Eddie Munson’s an expert in pushing his luck. 
Junie starts clapping her hands together. 
"I think she's decided," you say. 
-
You're terrible with a can opener. You whine to yourself as you struggle to get open the second can. Eddie had insisted on peaches and pears and fruit cocktail, because he wanted to try them all apparently. And then some dramatic speech about little kids getting spoiled.
You can hear him now in the living room with Junie. They're laughing in a way that you're worried about, that guilty, hushed giggling that raises your hackles. 
"Shush," Eddie says, faux-angry, "your mom's gonna hear." 
"Shush," she repeats with much more enthusiasm. 
"You shush! Look, don't do that, Junie, you're gonna get it tangled in your hair," he says. 
You carry the can and can opener with you into the living room. Something about tangled hair gets your heart racing. 
"Eddie, please don't let her get stickies in her hair," you say quickly. 
"They're called stickles," he says, dropping back onto his hands, head over his shoulder to give you a bright-eyed smile. 
"I know what they're called. Junie can't say stickles." 
"Stickles," she says. 
"She couldn't when I got them," you amend. 
He's up quicker than you can really take in, hands extended. "Let me do it," he says. 
He works the can out of your fingers. It's more contact than you've had with somebody who wasn't your daughter in a very long time and it leaves you shell-shocked. Eyes on his nice hands, bigger than yours with thicker fingers and his riot of rings. He presses the can to his chest and hooks the opener, peeking between it and you intermittently. 
"Go see what we made for you," he encourages. "I'll do it." 
His arm brushes yours as he moves to the kitchen and that's worse than his fingers. You rub where he'd touched and drop down on your knees next to Junie, looking over the stickle bricks with a smile. It's a heart, poorly construed and of tens of colours. It falls apart when she tries to pick it up so you help her remake it, cooing. 
"Thanks, baby. This is for me, huh? You're so sweet." Your voice drops to a murmur. "My sweet girl. Wanna cuddle?" 
You open your arms out and she doesn't seem very interested. "Please?" you ask, vying for her waist. 
She lets you pull her into your lap. When you actually start to hug her she does her lovely melting thing that she always does, a floppy fish in your arms but with tiny squeezing hands. You giggle at her antics and lift her up so her face falls into your neck. 
"Thanks for my heart, Junebug." She snuggles her head into your neck, hair squished to your skin. "I love you," you whisper, rubbing her back. 
"The works," Eddie announces grandly as he appears, two bowls in hand.
"Eddie, that's too much for her." 
"She's a growing girl." 
"A growing girl with a tiny tummy," you say turning her around in your arms. "Tell you what, you have that one," you point to the biggest one, "and we'll share that one." 
"How about you share the big one?" he asks, though it hardly sounds like a question. He sits down and places the bowl in her lap. 
You grab the spoon before she can and stir up some of the fruits. "Wow, look at this! You gonna say thanks? Thanks Eddie.”
She doesn’t say thanks — her mouth is too far open to form words. You make quick work of shovelling fruit and condensed milk inside, chilled enough that she shivers in your arms. 
“Yeah, that’s good,” you say agreeably.
She gets enthusiastic enough to take the spoon and you let her, even when she totally mauls the food, eating so loudly that Muppet Babies becomes inaudible. 
Eddie eats slowly. You can feel his gaze. “You’re not gonna have any?” he asks. 
You’d felt it coming. Your answer is clumsy anyways. “No, I will. I just… I always have her leftovers,” you say, sheepish. 
He stands up. 
You’re gonna ask why when Junie tips fruit down your legs, cold on the naked skin of your ankle. You dab at your pajamas with a small sigh. There’s no point in getting upset. She’s a messy eater but they all are at this age. Honestly, it’s nice to see her attempting to use a spoon rather than her hands. 
“You’re doing a good job,” you say. You’re not totally sure who you’re talking to. 
“Tada!” Eddie cheers, wielding a third bowl of fruit. “Swap with me?”
“What?”
“You think Junie’ll come sit in my lap?” he asks. He doesn’t wait, really. He holds out the bowl and you take it on impulse as he sits down heavily. 
He takes her into his lap with a cheerful groan. “Oh, c’mere, sweetheart. There’s enough milk on your chin to bake a cake.” He wipes it with his hand. He doesn’t so much as wince at the mess. 
You stare. He eases the spoon out of her grip and scrapes up a half-spoonful of what looks like pear and feeds it to her with the same kind of deftness of hand that’d taken you months to learn. 
He can feel your gaze, evidently, because he looks up. There, you catch it, that slither of insecurity he hides well. 
You pick up your bowl and start eating. It’s the nicest thing you’ve eaten in almost two years. You’d die for Junie. You’d do worse. But to eat, to know she’s fed — gorged — to know you can sit here and eat this whole bowl of fruit all to yourself and you won’t have to put it down, that’s heaven. It’s better, because you never let yourself have anything nice if you can help it. 
The fruit turns to a lump in your throat and you swallow it, sniffling. Your lashes grow heavy with unshed tears and you keep your gaze resolutely on your dessert. When was the last time you had something this nice all to yourself? When was the last time somebody ever went out of their way to be this nice?
It’s a small gesture and a huge one. A tear dribbles down your cheek. You lick it away and keep on eating. 
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Eddie starts to come around every Friday. It’s a good deal; you make dinner and he makes dessert. After that first time he makes it his mission to give you heaping bowls too much to eat most of the time. Soon, he’s coming a few days a week, not always long, sometimes until the late hours, though you tell him desserts are a Friday only occasion. He complies grudgingly. 
You make your first friend in years, and it’s so sweet you don’t know what to do with yourself. 
Or what possesses you to offer to cut his hair. 
Eddie's sitting on the couch with Junie, his big thigh to her little one and a picture book spread between them whilst you clean the kitchen. He's not reading to her – she's trying to read to him. She can't read, of course, but she can remember some of the words in relation to the pictures. She pokes at the blue cat and says blue. She pokes at the blue dog and says blue. She also points at the red cat and says blue. It's a learning curve. 
Eddie gives corrections and encouragements just as you would. You smile at him from behind your cup of water. 
"He's red, sweetheart," he murmurs, arm around her shoulder to hold the book's edges. "Red cat." 
"Red cat," she repeats with enough accuracy to make you choke on your water. 
Eddie gasps almost as loud as you do. "Right! Red cat! You're so smart, junebug, I can't believe it," he praises, squeezing her shoulder. His gaze meets yours and he smiles. 
You send him back your sweetest smile. If he wasn't always so nice to you you'd like him anyway because of how he treats Junie, like she's the fucking sun. 
She gets so excited when other people are happy that she starts laughing, standing up and trampling all over his legs to give him a hug. She's given him half hugs, she's fallen asleep by his side and loves to pet his hair, but this is a proper, tactile hug. Her arms wind around his neck with purpose and as soon as his surprise has faded he brings his arms up to hug her in turn, laughing delightedly. 
"You're such a smarty-pants," he praises, rubbing her back with a boyish brashness. 
She squeals as he squeezes her, his fingers digging into her ribs. Never cruel, only tickling her. She eats up every second of it and buries her face in his neck, laughing her wound up baby laugh that always brings a smile to your face. 
"Ooh, she's so smart. First blue, then red. Next you'll be saying indigo, and vermillion, and-" 
He cuts off when Junie gets one of her nails caught in his hair. She jolts and whines like it hurts and he goes rigid. You move forward to play mediator but he's already pulling her away gently and making small shushing sounds. "Chill out," he chides lightly, "I got it. Here." He pulls the hair from under her fingernail and rubs the pad of his thumb over her hand. "Sorry, I'm sorry," he apologises, pouting at her scowl. He envelops her hand in his and waves it around. "Forgive me?" 
She doesn't learn her lesson, pushing her hands back into his hair, probably less kind than what’s ideal. Eddie doesn't flinch. 
You sit on the armrest gingerly. "Can I ask you something?"
Eddie looks over Junie’s head. "What's that?" 
"Have you always had long hair?" 
He doesn't balk. "No, of course not. I fu-" He clears his throat. "My mom was the best, and I fit in just like everybody else growing up. When I ended up with Wayne I was-" He smiles. It's the kind of rueful grimace that says, You didn't ask for this.
You smile encouragingly.
He drops his gaze to Junie, worming his arms around her in a loose hug as she continues to play with his hair. "I was mad about everything, and I remember him asking when I wanted to get my hair trimmed and I said ‘never’. Took a few years for it to grow past the awkward stage," he bares his teeth and nods toward his shoulder, as if allowing his past misdemeanour. "But now I'd say it looks pretty sweet." 
"I love your hair," you say. 
Eddie beams. "You don't think it's too long?" 
Emboldened by his reaction, you slip off of the armrest to sit next to him, turning in until your knees touch. Junie, loyal as she is, climbs straight into your lap with a babble. 
You pat her back with one hand and raise the other cautiously for permission. Eddie flares his eyes wide, as if to say, You want to? Go on. 
You take a lock of his hair between your fingers like Junie had moments before. "I like it like this." 
"But?" 
You look at the ends, an inch of limpness where the rest curls. "You haven't had it cut since you were a kid?" 
"Maybe not that long, but it's been a while. I do it myself sometimes." He gestures to his bangs. He speaks quietly. A rarity though not unknown for him to be so hushed. 
You tuck the curl you'd been examining behind his ear carefully. 
"Do you think my hair looks good?" you ask. 
"Sh- Sorry, of course I do. I swear I was gonna-"
You shake your head, laughing. "Not like that. What I mean is, I cut my own hair. I cut Junie's, too, and I could do yours if you wanted me to." 
He goes quiet. 
"Only if you wanted. I know it's a lot of trust, so-" 
"Would you do it now?" 
You hold Junie's head away from yours to prevent a loving headbut. "Right now?" 
"I'm in dire need." 
He throws his big brown puppy dog eyes your way and you couldn't say no if you wanted to. 
You explain how he needs to get it wet first and how the shower head in the bathroom doesn't detach. "It's, like, built into the wall." 
"I could go home, come back?" he suggests. 
"I can do it over the sink?" 
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Eddie can't remember the last time somebody washed his hair for him. He knows there must've been a time, some place in his life where his mom or dad had done it for him. He thinks that, if he'd asked, Wayne would've tried it once or twice growing up, but now Eddie's most definitely at the age where having his hair washed is a foreign luxury. 
And it does feel luxurious.
It shouldn't; the sink basin is very small as they tend to be in the trailer kitchenettes – small sink, small stove, small small small – and Eddie has to crane his neck. Already the space between his shoulder blades aches from being bent over, and he can't breathe well, smothered by steam. 
But your hands. One shields his eyes from run off, a gesture unnecessary and far from lost on him, while the other massages shampoo into his scalp. He'd been surprised when you started because you hadn't mentioned washing his hair, and he'd said, "You don't have to do that." 
You'd hummed. "Well, it's kind of a waste not to." 
That was that. 
Your nails scratch lightly against his scalp and if his eyes weren't already closed they would've fluttered shut. He nibbles his lip and tries very hard not to show outwardly how nice it feels. Your left upper arm rubs against his back as you scrub at his roots, your right soaking wet beside his face, covering his eyes uselessly. He doesn't mention it. All this touching, he doesn't want it to end.
Your proximity honest-to-God sets him on fire. Your body pressed to his is a flame over his ribs. 
"Maybe we shouldn't cut it at all," you say, stroking wet bangs away from his forehead. "It's soooo long." 
"Can’t do it?" he teases.
"Keep your eyes closed, okay? I'm gonna rinse." 
It's a comforting process. You dip your cup into the water. It fills with a wet glug, the rim shushing against the basin's bottom. You hold it over his head and pour carefully, heat caressing his scalp as the soap is washed away. 
It's over too soon. You grab the towel you'd procured and tuck it around his shoulders, wringing all the excess water from his curls back into the sink. You encourage his head up wordlessly and he stands there, arms useless against the countertops edge, water sloughing down his face as you press the ends flat between your hands. 
You lift his head and push his hair back with your hands, raking your fingers through it and laughing as soon as his face appears. "Eddie! I'm sorry, you're totally drowning." 
He chuckles. They fade away as you pinch the corner of the towel and start to dab his face dry, dragging the rough material over his cheeks with an expression he can't read on your pretty features. Almost pensive, not quite. 
"There," you say under your breath. "Saved you." 
"My hero." 
You smile at him softly before spinning on your heel. "I gotta find the hairbrush. And the good scissors." You look into the living room quickly and then turn to the hall leading to your bedroom. 
Eddie looks into the living room too. Junie's not upto much, only watching TV, unusually subdued. He doesn't disturb her despite the itch to go over and play.
One of the muppets starts laughing about something and she laughs too. 
"What are you smiling about?" you whisper from behind him. 
"Nothing," he says quickly.
You raise your eyebrows. "She has a nice laugh, right? Doesn't matter how bad I feel, she laughs and everything's okay for a little while." 
He feels a fond stab in his chest. "Her laugh's like yours." 
"I guess we do sound the same." 
You do, but it's not really what he'd meant. 
The metal sound of scissors snapping. You wield them at him faux-threateningly and shepherd him into a chair you've dragged to the middle of the kitchen. 
Eddie fights goosebumps as you pull a brush through his hair, loses when you take a lock at the front between two fingers and stop about an inch and a half from the end. 
"I'm gonna do that much, okay?" 
You're a quiet hairdresser. Eddie doesn't care, he can talk for Indiana, but there's something so sweetly simple about the quietude, just your hands in his hair, the snipping of your scissors and Junie's occasional excited chattering. You start to hum a song Eddie doesn't recognise about halfway through. It's melancholy. He doubts you realise what you're doing. 
You draw silent as you round to the front. Eddie watches your hands work for what feels like hours. You have really pretty hands, not perfect, burnt fingertips and neat little nails. They smell like honey hand soap.
You pull two locks from the front together to make sure they're the same length. His curls will hide any discrepancy, he knows from experience, but he doesn't want to tell you that. Selfishly, he wants that extra time with you this close. 
You work your way between his legs to comb his half-dried bangs. Eddie looks up at you with wide eyes.
"You want me to trim these, too?" you ask quietly. 
"If you please." 
You huff a laugh through your nose and start to trim his bangs carefully. He closes his eyes, and maybe it's the fact that he can't see you that gives him the confidence to reach out for your hip, a touch that can't be defined as amicable. He curls his fingers into the soft material of your shirt and feels the heat of your skin underneath. 
You draw closer, as close as you can be. 
"What made you decide on bangs?" you ask. 
"Zits, mostly." 
He can feel your laugh under his hand. 
"I used to… I used to powder my face," you confide, a murmur, "like, an inch thick to try and hide everything. Being pregnant makes you so-" You pause to snip some hair, comb it away. It tickles his face. "Well, it makes you spotty. Or it made me spotty. It actually made me really sick." 
"That's must've sucked," he says earnestly. 
"It- Yeah. I guess it did. I don't know." 
He hadn't meant to bring up something unhappy, but he's hungry to know. "Were you on your own?" 
"Mostly." 
"What was the worst part?" 
"Being scared all the time."
He'd been expecting morning sickness or aching feet. "You were scared?" 
"I honestly thought I was gonna die, Eddie." 
He opens his eyes and leans back in his chair, hand flexing over your hip, as he tries to tamp down his surprise. 
"It was," you mess with his bangs with the tip of your ring finger, "hard. I felt sick all the time, and when I didn't I would make myself sick worrying about her. What if I eat something or I catch something and it hurts her? What if- what if it all works out perfectly and then I can't look after her?" 
"Did it work out perfect?" 
You rub your lips together. "Uh, I guess so. It took a long time, and it hurt," you sound especially unhappy with that part. 
He strokes up your waist, wanting to soothe the small crease between your eyebrows. "By yourself?" 
"Yeah, by myself." 
"I'm sorry." 
You tuck his hair behind his ear and grin at him. "Now what are you sorry for?" Your hand lingers near his cheek. Slowly, you turn it, pressing the knuckle of your index finger into the skin under his eye and rubbing a small line. He worries he’s in love with you right then and there. "Not like you're the one who knocked me up." 
You drop your hand and Eddie really doesn't want you to go anywhere, his grip kind but steadfast, bringing the other arm behind your back in a loose hug. "Who was it?" 
"Just some guy. Nobody. Nobody worth thinking about." 
"How old were you?" he asks. 
"Why are you asking me all this stuff?"
"I wanna know about you." 
You bring your hands to the towel around his neck and pull on it mildly. "I was sixteen. Seventeen when I had her." 
He drags his fingertips up and down the small of your back lightly, almost like he's playing guitar. "I'm sorry you were all by yourself. That young. When I was sixteen I was still watching The Bugs Bunny Show."
You giggle and your hands move up to the side of his neck. He can hardly breathe, afraid to dispel whatever enchantment it is that he's under. 
"Could be worse, huh? I'm nineteen and I still watch Muppet Babies," you joke. 
"Why wouldn't you? It's the pinnacle of modern television." 
"Yeah?" 
Your beaming smile hits him straight in the chest. He thinks about how beautiful you look and can't stop, hiding his face in your stomach to stop from saying something stupid, laughing loud. You laugh in tandem, hugging the back of his head until your giggles peter out. 
A small hand on his arm. You both turn at the same time and find a very unhappy Junie.
"What?" you ask her. Then, teasing, "Are you jealous?" 
You lean down to pick her up. Eddie's gutted to lose your touch and then quickly exuberant when Junie ducks out of your arms to grab at his legs. 
"Oh my god, yes," he says, holding out his hands. 
Junie tries to take them and he slips them under his arm, pulling her onto his thigh with a big sigh. The sigh is half the fun, a theatrical reluctance when really he's always happy to have her climbing on him. 
As soon as she's in his lap she's pleased, turning her head so she can watch the TV across the room. 
You roll your eyes at his smug smile. "Shut up. She just wants what other people have." 
"And you had me?" 
"Shut up, Munson, seriously," you say. You don't sound half as mad as you're trying to. 
Eddie takes a drying curl between his fingers and pokes at the side of Junie's face. "Whatever you want, sweetheart," he says, grinning when your daughter starts to squirm on his thigh. 
He grins at her and tickles her until she's curling in with her chin dropped to her chest, smiling despite herself. 
His fondness colours every word as he croons, "I got you." 
Junie sounds about as outraged as a toddler can be when he tickles her nose and then drags the tip of the freshly trimmed curl under her eye. He draws a big circle around one of her cheeks until it's kissing her chin. She dissolves into giggles while squirming to get away from him and so he stops, only for her to blink and tug at his wrist. 
He tickles her until she's screaming. 
You pause on your knees where you'd been sweeping up his trimmed hair to look up at her and he's struck with guilt. "Y/N, you don't have to do that. I'll do it." 
"No, you're okay." 
Eddie finds his gaze drawn to your thighs, spread out as they are in your kneeling position, and then stolen by Junie as she almost topples off of his lap. 
"I think…" he begins quietly, speaking to Junie though it's just as much for you, "that your mom deserves something nice for my haircut. What do you think?" 
"I don't think that," you say. 
"Wasn't asking you," he says seriously. Back in baby mode he continues,  "What's mommy like, huh? What's her favourite thing in the whole world, besides you?" 
"Sleep," you say. 
"Well, I can't help you there." 
"You help me there all the time. Junie sleeps like a log every Friday." 
"Food coma," he says knowledgeably. 
"You really don't have to get me anything, Eddie. My services were administered charitably." 
He pushes his hands behind Junie's back and pulls her to his chest before standing. When he has her secure in one arm he pulls the chair back to your small table and tucks it in.
"Get up," he says to you. "I'll do it, alright? Swap with me." 
You ignore him until he starts kicking you in the leg. "You're ridiculous!"
"You're ridiculous. Seriously, get up. You're not a serf." He returns your glare. "I'm a big boy, I can clean up after myself." 
"It's my house." 
"If you don't let me-" 
"Christ! Okay." You drop the dustpan and brush sullenly, wiping your hands together as you stand before taking Junie out of his arms. "I'll make dinner." 
"No you won't! I'm gonna order takeout," he says factually, already on his knees and sweeping. 
"No you're not." 
"I am. Me and June already talked about it. She's craving Marino's pizza." 
"I'm not gonna let you use the phone." 
"I'll walk to my place and order the pizza to here." 
"Eddie-" 
"Why are you being a hardass?" he asks. 
"Fine! God, clean up your gross hair and order your stupid pizza. You're making me crazy," you say, collapsing onto the sofa with a little oomf, Junie's weight hitting you hard in the chest. She moves into a sitting position and pulls your shirt up, hands moving across the space under your chest. 
Eddie throws himself into cleaning all the mess you'd made for him, the hair and the towel and the sopping wet draining board. He washes the dirty baby bowl on the side and fills up one of Junie's bottles with water, then a glass for you. He hasn't seen either of you drinking a thing since he's been here, likely his fault for distracting you. 
He's about to call for pizza when he peers past the cabinets and sees you dozing on the couch. He decides pizza can wait until tomorrow; it's later than he realised. 
Junie's halfway across the room with Mr. Bear playing make believe. She talks and talks and talks, gibberish to him but what's likely an unending, complicated storyline, no doubt. 
Eddie approaches with the bottle already outstretched. "Junie," he says, and when she doesn't answer, "Junebug. Junie. Junie." Each iteration of her name softer and sweeter than the first, hoping to entice her in. 
He holds the bottle in front of her face.
She finally looks up with a pout. 
"For you," he says, offering the water. 
She seems mildly interested as she takes it, turning back to her teddy and talking around the teat like it's not there. 
You're struggling to keep your eyes open. Eddie gives the room a quick once over before kneeling down in front of you, tugging your shirt down to cover your exposed tummy as he says, "I should head home." 
You blink at him and turn onto your side, cheek squishing into the couch cushion. 
"Okay? Why don't you and Junebug head to bed?" he asks, using a tone not far from what he'd use with your daughter. 
"You know, her full name's Juniper," you whisper. 
He didn't know. "Really? I love that." 
You wrinkle your nose, sounding very tired as you continue, "But someone told me it sounded like a name for a cat. So I've called her Junie ever since."
"It doesn't sound like a cat's name," he placates. "It's beautiful. You chose well." 
"Yeah?" 
Eddie smiles at you fondly, eyes tracing down your nose to your lips, shiny with balm. He tilts his head to the side to mimic yours. He could kiss you. 
"Sounds like the name of an elf. Juniper Lightfoot, or… Goldwind. She could even be a mage. Juniper the Brave." 
"Juniper the Loveliest," you say, and then grin. "Juniper the Hungriest." 
"Juniper the All Great and Hungriest," Eddie says decidedly. 
"Would you make her a hero, in your game?" you ask. 
"Of course I would. She wouldn't even need to divide, she'd just conquer." 
"What about me?" 
"What, would you be a hero?" 
You nod. He doesn't know why, but he thinks his answer is going to hold a lot of weight with you. 
"You would be," he starts quietly, words painted slowly as he raises a hand to rest on your wrist, pinky finger spread over the hill of your thumb, "a fighter. With insight and survival." 
"I don't know what that means," you say. 
He leans in. "It means yes, you'd be a hero. You'd save kingdoms. Slay dragons." He squeezes your wrist. 
"I think I better leave all that stuff for Junie. I'll just cheer you guys on from the sidelines." 
"You're her mom, she can't do it without you. And even if she could I bet she wouldn't want to. Where's all the fun in guts and glory if you can't share it?" he asks, rubbing his thumb over your skin.
Your eyes shut. Eddie doesn't know if it's from fatigue or a want to end this conversation. He feels marginally embarrassed for descending into nerd metaphor with you, but he thinks it's the kind of thing you needed to hear. He thinks if Junie could understand how often her mom prioritises her and misses out for her she'd want to fix that. Eddie doesn't know you half as well as she does and it breaks his heart sometimes to watch you insist on a smaller portion, to watch you put things back at the grocery store because she wants a box of milk duds, even to watch you wear yourself out ironing baby clothes in the only pair of pajamas you own. 
"Make sure you lock the deadbolt behind me," he says carefully. You hum. He gives your wrist one last squeeze. 
Junie looks tired in that she's getting agitated, whimpering under her breath. Eddie ducks down to give her upper arm a good rub. "Why don't you go cuddle with your mom?" he asks her, turning her by the shoulder so that you're in her eye-line. "Go have a lie down." 
He doesn't know whether what he says makes any difference but you extend your arms out and Junie walks towards you, big staggered steps that make him laugh to himself as he pushes into his unlaced converse. 
"Don't forget to lock up," he says in place of a farewell. 
"Goodnight, Eddie," you say. 
He waves. You're both too tired to wave back. 
He's surprised to find his Uncle Wayne still home when he gets in, shoving into his work boots with a grunted hello.
"Hey." 
"Did you cut your hair?" Wayne asks, perplexed, a little gruff. 
"Junie's mom did it for me." 
"'Junie's mom,'" Wayne quotes dryly, slugging his bag over his shoulder. He's heard all about Junie's mom.
Eddie scratches the back of his neck and splutters when a big hand claps his back, a demonstration of Wayne's pity as he passes through the open door. 
Eddie spins to watch him jog down the steps. "We're friends," Eddie calls. 
"Don't be dumb," his uncle says without turning back. 
"I'm not exactly known for being smart," Eddie says to himself, cheeks heated by a furious blush. 
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PRICE OF FAME (PART 10/12)
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helloooo, here are these two messy cuties once again, i hope you enjoyyy
18+ — MINORS DNI
pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader
summary: time is almost up but who could deny a good karaoke session?
contains: enemies to lovers trope, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use, sexual themes, slight angst, those awkward/cringey scenes where they're singing (i apologize in advance), and lots of mixed feelings <3
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Steve and Robin love karaoke. 
Nancy had warned you that the friendly pair practically fiend for a good karaoke sesh, but you hadn’t expected them to be as enthusiastic as they turned out to be.
For some odd reason, the city seems less busy today, so you, Eddie, and Eddie's friends can take up as much room as you’d like on the sidewalk. 
In front of you, Robin and Steve are seriously debating what the first song on the queue will be. Walking just a few paces behind them is Nancy, who’s quietly taking in the city's bright lights; and next to you, palm burning a hole through your hand with his addicting touch, is Eddie.
It’s stupid, you think. The way Eddie has seen you stripped down and bare, whining and quivering for him at what could arguably be your most vulnerable state, yet you still find your heart racing 100 miles a minute with this soft gesture of holding hands.
Sure, you’ve held his hand before, but not for this long. Not in public when it’s not the heat of the moment and you’re simply walking around. It’s weird and new, and it makes your stomach twist in a good way, but fuck— you chicken out when Robin and Steve turn to face you, Nancy, and Eddie.
“Steve wants to start karaoke with Queen— like any karaoke amateur would.” Robin huffs as Steve rolls his eyes. You slip your hand from Eddie’s hold before either of them can clock the gesture, and you avoid looking at Eddie when he clears his throat.
“Because it’s the perfect opener!” Steve stresses. “Everybody always does, Queen, Steve! Plus, I’m not even sure I can physically pull through with how long their songs are.” Robin argues. 
Steve’s jaw dropped as if Robin had just said the most foul thing he’d ever heard, “Their songs are not that long. And even if they are, they’re fucking amazing, so what’s your point.” “My point is we’re not starting the night with Queen.”
They’re an interesting group of friends, you’ll admit. Interesting in the sense that you swear they could be a part of some sitcom with how funny and unpredictable their conversations and interactions are.
By the time you reach the karaoke bar, Steve and Robin have an entire list of songs mentally queued up, and they make a beeline to the DJ operating the music as you and Nancy snag a table towards the middle of the room. The bar is to one side of the room while the stage is at the front, and the DJ booth is at the back; the rest of the room is full of tables where people chatter, laugh over drinks, and sing along with whoever is currently doing their performance. Eddie had split off to get drinks the second you entered the bar, so it’s just you and Nancy as you settle at the wooden table.
“Are you going to sing?” Nancy questions from the other side of the table. You pull a face, shrugging your shoulders up to your ears, “I’m not sure, maybe once I get a few drinks in me. How about you?” Nancy softly laughs with a playful roll of her eyes, “Unfortunately, I doubt Robin will let me escape this one.”
As if summoned, Robin slides into the seat right next to Nancy. “I put you down together, but there’s a few people ahead, so start thinking of the song you’ll sing.” She gestures between you and Nancy. You shrug, accepting defeat, and before you can pitch an idea for a song to Nancy, Robin is leaning her elbows against the table and blinking at you, “So, let’s cut to the chase. What’s going on between you and Eddie?” She asks.
Nancy’s eyes widen as she instinctively jabs her elbow into Robin’s ribs, “Ow!” “Rob, you can’t just ask people that— god.” You softly laugh as Robin rubs at her sore side. “Sorry if I’m interested in keeping tabs on my friend!” Robin sarcastically argued.
Nancy rolls her eyes and sends you an apologetic look. “Look, I’m just guessing— based on the fact that you two were in the back of a fancy restaurant— that something is going on. Oh— unless this is, like, a business thing, then you can totally ignore me.” Robin rambles.
“Robin,” Nancy stresses. Your cheeks seem to ache from the amused expression on your face as Nancy turns to you, “You don’t have to answer either way since it’s none of our business.” She says, voice raising near the end as she glares at Robin. Robin rolls her eyes, and you laugh with a shake of your head as you shift in your seat. “No, it’s fine, I understand, but um,” You shrug, “It’s just a business thing.” You finally answer.
And, technically, you’re not wrong. There is a business transaction going on between you and Eddie… and the rest of the band, which is primarily the basis of your relationship, but you’re not sure how appropriate it would be to say, ‘Yeah, I mean, Eddie hated me, but now he doesn’t, so then we fucked yesterday but then his manager basically told us to squash whatever that was, so now we’re kind of in a weird spot because we don’t hate each other but we can’t like each other. Oh yeah, and here’s the kicker, Eddie’s been a total asshole this entire time, and it’s fucked with my head a bit. But apparently, he wants to change!’
It’s a colorful mess of loopholes and twists and turns that probably nobody will fully understand aside from you and Eddie, so…. business thing it is. 
Robin seems to take that as an answer, but Nancy is now intrigued by your tone, “That didn’t sound very sure.” She playfully raises a suggestive eyebrow. Robin hums, “What happened to it being none of our business?” She points out, to which Nancy just waves a dismissive hand in response. “It’s a business thing, but…” Nancy prods. Your face warms as you lift your shoulders in a shrug, “I mean, it’s… it’s complicated.” 
Nancy nods with a shrug as she shifts in her seat, “So, how did you two meet?” 
You take a deep breath as you lean to rest your elbows on the table, “Well, I’m a writer for Rolling Stone magazine—” Robin gasps, grabbing your attention, “No shit? Nancy’s a journalist too— ow!” She turns to look at Nancy with a disgruntled look as she rubs her thigh, “Would you stop bullying me?” She frowns.
Before either of them can get far into bickering, Eddie and Steve come waltzing back to the table with drinks in their hands. Eddie snags a seat beside you and passes a drink to you; you smile as you gratefully take the glass and softly thank him. Steve plops down next to Robin, sliding her and Nancy their drinks as he says, “Alright, I hope everyone has their songs picked out because I plan on battling each and every one of you.”
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Although the weather outside is on the more chilly side of summer days, you find your body warm with liquor and laughter as you, Nancy, and Eddie watch a tipsy pair of Steve and Robin sing a surprisingly good rendition of Huey Lewis’ Heart and Soul. You’ve shrugged off your sweater and tossed it over the back of your chair— and you’re thankful to have thrown on a tank top underneath because, most of the time, you hardly bother to wear anything beneath sweaters.
It’s their fourth song of the night, Eddie and Nancy have both gone up at least once, but you’ve been on the observant side mostly, enjoying the ongoing conversations you’ve had with Nancy. There’s a bowl of chips and salsa in the middle of the table, and Eddie’s arm is draped across the back of your chair, heat pouring from him and seeping all around to wrap you up in an Eddie-scented bubble— it’s nicer than you’d care or like to admit.
Nancy has turned around to watch and cheer on the performance; she’s become more animated and loose after a few drinks, and you laugh as Robin practically serenades her from the stage. You lean back in your chair, softly giggling as you slightly lean into Eddie, “So,” you grab your drink and glance at the boy on your side, “What’s the dynamic here?” You ask with a jut of your chin towards his friends.
Eddie hums, leaning further into his chair, and in turn, pressing himself closer to you. His breath is warm against your ear and cheek, curly strands brushing against your skin as he speaks, “So basically,” He dramatically sighs, and you smile at his dramatics as he gestures between his friends, “Nancy and Steve are exes from high school and Robin and Steve are best friends.” You nod, gaze darting between the friends as you connect the dots. “But,” He raises a finger over his glass, “Robin and Nancy are dating now.” Your eyebrows raise at the full circle of events, but you nod as your suspicions are finally confirmed. 
Eddie leans closer, voice dropping to a lower volume, “But at this rate, it’s safe to say Nancy’s playing third wheel for Steve and Rob since they practically share one brain cell.” You tilt your head, “Okay, I see it now.”
Nancy glances over her shoulder to glare at you and Eddie from her seat, “I heard that, assholes… you’re not wrong.” She grumbles. You and Eddie laugh as she turns back to face you both now that Steve and Robin are hopping off the stage.
“Steve’s actually seeing a girl now; she’s in nursing school.” Nancy pipes up, grabs a chip, and pops it into her mouth. Eddie leans forward at that, keeping his arm on your chair as he uses the other to grab a chip for himself,  “Nursing school?”
Nancy nods as she sips her drink, “He goes down to see her like every other weekend. And they run our phone bill up like hell.” 
Robin plops down into her seat, “What are we talking about? Steve’s hot nurse babe?” She asks, humming when Nancy nods. Robin scoffs as she turns to Eddie, “Can you believe they’ve been dating for, like, four months, and we have yet to even see a picture of her? They see each other every week!”
Eddie snorts, “Then who’s he talking to on the phone?” Robin shrugs, “Who knows at this point.”
Steve returns as if on cue, sitting down with a sigh as he glances at the table, “What’d I miss?”
“Nothing, just talking about your imaginary girlfriend.” Robin teases.
Steve groans, eyes rolling before glaring at his giggling friends— your cheeks hurt from smiling. “She’s real, okay? She’s real, and her name is Cassie, and the only reason you haven’t met her yet is because she’s literally in nursing school— she has a busy schedule!”
And although you wish Eddie and you had been able to finish your discussion without the abrupt interruption, you find yourself growing fond of this shade of Eddie— sure, you’ve seen him having fun and being unapologetically himself with Gareth and Jeff and even on stage, but this side of Eddie is softer— kinder, brighter— homey. 
You realize as you watch him singing his heart out to some mainstream pop song that Steve somehow talked him into doing. You’re more surprised that Eddie knows the lyrics, but you’re too tipsy to dwell on it because Nancy’s scooting onto the chair beside you and asking what song you two should sing because, “We have to outsing them, obviously.”
And, well, you hardly have the time to stop your lips before you lean in and tell her the song you’d like to sing. Nancy snickers, giggling at the obvious undertone of the chosen song, and she eagerly agrees because “He’s gonna shit his pants.”
You go back and forth on who will take which role— who will sing Tom Petty’s key, and who will sing Stevie Nicks's key— but then you eventually land on just singing together for the entirety of the song. When the boys finish their song, Nancy drags you up to the DJ to request the song and magically persuades him to let you skip the queue of people to go next. She’s a good flirt, that’s indisputable.
You should probably thank Nancy at some point for agreeing to this song regardless of how little information she has about your situationship with Eddie, but before you even get the chance to, you and Nancy are already singing the first line of the song— Baby, you'll come knocking on my front door. Same old line you used to use before— and well, Eddie’s head has never turned his head faster, but you avoid his gaze for as long as you can.
And you’re doing good; you’re doing so good, and then you get to the second chorus and lock eyes with Eddie as you sing along to the track with Nancy— Baby, you could never look me in the eye. Yeah, you buckle with the weight of the world. Stop draggin' my, stop draggin' my, stop draggin' my heart around— and, well… you think you made your point clear.
You and Nancy have a blast singing to Nicks and Petty, and when the song ends, the bar claps and cheers as they do after every performance, and you’re all smiles as you waltz back to the table, sitting next to the fidgeting boy you’d just indirectly serenaded. Steve and Robin are telling you and Nancy how well you did and teasing each other over specific parts of the performance, and they’re all so caught up in one another that they hardly notice as Eddie leans into your space, voice low and gravely as he speaks, “That was cruel, princess.”
You look at him, eyes falling to the ghost of a smirk that dances across his lips before you reach forward to grab your drink, wrapping your lips around the thin, black straw, maintaining eye contact as you shrug, “Did you get the hint?” You tease.
Eddie huffs around a laugh, shifting in his seat, left arm back to barricading the back of your chair, and you don’t fail to notice the tent in the crotch of his jeans. He rolls his tongue over his teeth, snickering when you raise an eyebrow, “Yeah… Yeah, I got the hint.” He nods, and you think you might see a pink tint dusting across his cheeks.
You smile, liquor making you bold as you blink up at him, “Good.”
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It’s a long trip to the hotel with a pair of drunk best friends.
They ramble a lot— Steve and Robin— you come to find out, and Nancy and Eddie have become experts at handling them with ease. You realize this as you watch them get their friends tucked into bed. Nancy is tipsy, but Eddie informed you that she has a weird thing with tequila where she becomes highly functioning, so she’s moving about the room with grace and precision.
When the drunk pair is finally tucked into bed, Nancy walks you and Eddie to the door of the hotel room, thanking you for taking the time to make sure they got in safe. “I would say see you at breakfast, but I doubt these two will have crawled from the grave by then.” Nancy gestures back to Robin and Steve. 
You don’t blame them; they’re basically on holiday, and you would do the same.
Your and Eddie’s rooms are on a different floor, and it’s a long ride up to the top, especially with the burning desire for one of you to say something— what, you’re not sure.
“I like your friends.”
That was you talking, you realize when Eddie turns to you with a smirk, “Yeah? They didn’t scare you off with their incessant shithead behavior?” He jokingly questions. You hum with a laugh, “I’ve dealt with worse.” You tease.
Eddie walks you to your room, his intoxicating smell and presence hovering around you as you unlock the door before stepping in. You turn around, hand resting on the edge of the door as you look at the curly-haired boy, “Good night, Eddie.”
Eddie hums, leaning against the door frame, eyes flickering to the twist of your mouth before reaching your eyes again, “Not gonna finish our conversation?”
You scoff, rolling your eyes, “I hardly believe you’d be doing much talking if I let you in right now.” And you don’t think you’re ready to travel down that path again. Not so soon when you have the events of tonight to digest, not to mention the gift sitting in your bag.
Eddie shrugs with a small smirk, “I can multitask.”
His gentle smile is beautiful. Alluring and unique, and his eyes are taking you with such an intensity that you think you might melt if you stay a minute longer. “I didn’t choose that song for the hell of it, you know?” You ask. “Stevie’s got a mean fucking range. Lord knows if I’ll be covering her again.” You grumble. And really, how high can the woman go with her rasp?
Eddie laughs, turning his head and glancing at the empty hallway before looking back to you, “Yeah, I know,” He softly replies.
You nod and he takes a deep breath, nodding towards your bag slung over your shoulder, “Listen to the tape.” He reminds you.
You tilt your head, clenching the strap of your bag before speaking, “Are you under the impression that this would make up for everything?” You ask.
And you don’t mean for it to sound harsh or hurt his feelings, but you have to let him know that if that’s what he’s hoping, then he’s wrong. This doesn’t fix everything. This doesn’t fix the confused feelings and the harsh words. It’s a start, but it’s not a finish as well.
And although Eddie’s expression falters, he shakes his head, “No. But I still want you to listen.”
You nod quietly, gazing at each other and wishing you could start on a different foot. You clear your throat, straighten your stance, and step back. “Good night, Eddie.” You softly say.
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By the time you finish showering and getting ready for bed, the only thing running on your mind is the pending need to sleep. The maids had changed out the seats so they’re not doused with the ghost of Eddie’s cologne and shampoo— but you don’t go long with Eddie out of your mind because there’s a hard object that pokes into your arm when you settle into the bed.
You groan, twisting your arm around your frame to dig out the small object from below you, and when your fingers wrap around the plastic case, you immediately remember the task you’d had for tonight— listen to the tape.
The sleep that weighed down on your body is suddenly gone as you sit up to grab your walkman and headphones before settling back into the comfy sheets.
You try your best to ignore the swirling feeling of nerves and excitement in your gut as you put on your headphones and slip the tape in, but you find yourself nipping at the skin of your nails as the tape winds either way.
It’s silent for a moment, the sound of shuffling and the soft thud of what you think might be someone setting a glass down. There’s a clearing of a throat— it’s Eddie, you can tell— and your stomach twists in anticipation at the first ring of a piano chord. 
The beginning chords are soft and slow, gentle enough to lull you to sleep if you sink into it, and the recording is so vivid that you can hear the dull thud of each key beneath the press of his fingers.
Your heart races when Eddie’s voice seeps into the melody. It’s a ballad, something Corroded Coffin doesn’t have much of, and you wonder why because the softness of Eddie’s voice is arguably one of the most heavenly sounds to have ever touched your ears.
I'm feeling a way, off some kinda drug
Maybe it's lust, maybe it's love
I know I said I'd straighten out a week ago
I'm fiending though, 'bout to reach my peak, you know
The city's got me falling now
It’s… fuck, it’s fucking good, and you haven’t even gotten to the chorus, but god, your heart skips a beat at the following line because it’s a direct callout to you.
I'm fading away, I'm losing my head
I know you said leave, but fuck what you said
As much as you wish you could say you hate it… you don’t.
Even though the song is about you and your twisted relationship with Eddie— which definitely aids to your feelings towards the track— it’s genuinely a good song. Which, okay, is slightly annoying, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as the song carries on.
The future's never looked so bright, it's blinding me
It's hard to see, I'm swimming through dopamine
Your body looks like heaven and
I wanna give up, I just wanna leave
I'm floating away, I'm caught in the breeze
The outro of the song comes and slows down, a softer sound than before filling your ears, and shit— you’re at the edge of your seat now because Eddie is singing so gently, and it has your mind swirling. 
I can't believe this is happening
What did I do? What did she do to me?
Mending my brain again
Please don't give up on me
This hurts tremendously
How will this end for me?
When the song dies off, you can hear shuffling again before the track ends, and you’re left with spinning thoughts as you take your headphones off and let the silent and dark room envelope you.
You have to take a moment, yanking the string of the bedside lamp to light up the room so you can see your thoughts more clearly because— how do you feel? You’re not sure, honestly, and the thud of your heart beating in your chest only clouds your judgment even more because— isn’t this what you asked for? For Eddie to be open and honest with you, to tell you his true feelings and where he’s at when it comes to you. And is it enough?
Would it ever be enough for Eddie to give you one simple, stripped-down track to allow him the chance to mend what he’d ruined? 
Your heart wants it to be enough, but realistically, it’s not. Eddie has only just begun his journey to forgiveness, and you have to remind yourself that it’s not wrong to be hesitant to let him in, neither is it bad for you to want him as badly as you do. You’re both learning, and you’re both trying to fix the damage that’s been done, and it might take time, but if you both want it— if Eddie really wants you— then the time and work it takes to fix things won’t be a bother.
You listen to the song two more times, maybe more than twice, and you let the words sink into your bones until you practically have it engraved into your mind, lulling yourself to sleep with the haunting echo of Eddie’s voice and words bouncing in the walls of your skull.
And in your dreams, you meet Eddie, and for the split second you have with him there, everything is perfect— and by the time you wake up, the ticking time bomb to make your choice is now louder than it’s ever been before.
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part eleven
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a/n: OMG HIII, you made it to the end again !!! i would just like to specify that the song eddie has written and sang for birdie in this chappy (23 x chase atlantic) is not entirely a nod towards their relationship! reader is not specifically 23 years old nor is she struggling with any type of substance abuse, the lines that were used in this chapter are the lines that actually adhere to them imo, OKAY I THINK U GET IT I'LL SHUT UP NOW.
also, this is not the last of the songs that eddie has written abt birdie btw🫣
i hope u enjoyed and i love love love reading any and all feedback as well as ur silly thots <3 AND AS ALWAYS, TY FOR READING, I LOVE U SO BIG MWAH <3
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asimpwithfreetime · 1 year
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What about platonic!yan!matkayina x human/Navi hybrid!reader?
Like maybe reader was some kind of sky people experiment trying to cross the Navi with humans. Maybe she has a queue and can breathe the air, but she’s still a smol human? (Fr Tonowari would be able to pick you up with one hand he’s so large lol)
As it wasn’t specified, I am going to do Tonowari with his little adopted baby. I am going to make a story about Tonowari being a yan!dad!.
She is my baby! (Yandere! Platonic! Tonowari x hybrid! Reader)
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Content warning: English isn’t my first language and this hasn’t been proofread yet (will anything in my page ever be?), kinda short ngl
General warning: yandere behavior, obsessive, overprotectiveness, typical yandere things
Little background: Sky people abandoned you in the sea, leaving you for dead. The ilus brought you to Tonowari and Ronal. She doesn’t like you one bit but Tonowari saw you so small, fragile and vulnerable that his dad instinct told him to protect you. Eventually he became a yandere.
Na’vi translate: My amhul, so ke’u yomtìng (supposedly: my child, do not fear)
[ 3rd Person POV ]
“She is not yours!” Ronal hollered at Tonowari. “WE didn’t birth her”
Tonowari sighed, trying to stay calm and collected. “Eywa brought her to me, she is my child. No need to be biological!” Y/n quivered by the Marui but she didn’t enter, she heard the fight. Everyone could hear it, truly.
“ENOGUH!” Tonowari roared as the fight escalated. Ronal suddenly was at a loss of words. Tonowari came out of the Marui with a darkened look, it slowly became softer as his eyes fell on his baby. He scooped his tiny human/Na’vi hybrid into his arms, cradling her with love and care.
“I am so sorry you had to see this. My amhul, so ke’u yomtìng” he said softly to his baby. Y/n just relaxed in his arms, knowing full well he would defend her anytime.
“I am alright, dad” she responded. Tonowari couldn’t help but puff his chest out in pride, hearing her say dad. The way it was so natural for her to call him dad made him really happy.
Ronal could be heard inside the Marui, muttering loudly to herself. Tonowari sighed. “She will need to understand that you are my child, there have been a few years for her to adapt!” He sighed to himself.
[ Another day ]
Tonowari and Y/n were collecting shells together, he liked to see the small shell in his hand turn into a complete massive object once held by her. He found the difference of height extremely funny. He could crack a few dad jokes or puns about it.
A Metkayina fisher approached him. “Tonowari, you should listen to your wife, she will never belong with us, Y/n must be with the ones of his own”. “Oh, SHUT UP!” Soon, that Metkayina was on the floor, being pressed down by Tonowari, who started brutally punching him.
“Dad!” Y/n exclaimed after a while of staring in shock and horror. Tonowari stopped, the fisher down him was barely recognizable. “What?” He questioned, taking in what he had just done. He smiled at his child, “have you seen how daddy protected you?” He smiled proudly, not understanding why his kid looked at him that way.
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sehtoast · 7 months
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Two in One (Homelander x Reader Smut)
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Word Count: 1.8k
Summary: You once said that you wished you had two of him to fill you entirely. Your wish is his command.
Warnings: Vaginal sex, anal sex, fingering, double penetration, spit, TWO Homelanders
Reader is gender neutral but is written to have a vagina
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How you got here was a mystery. Maybe he took it a little too literally when you told him you wished there were two of him to fill you.
Did it even matter?
There you were, face down, ass up on Homelander’s bed as he teased the head of his cock at your entrance. His hand gripped your ass, thumb pressed against your rim.
“I’m gonna give you everything you want, babe.” He growls low, tapping the head of his shaft against your wetness. He slips the tip in, and you whine against the covers, gripping them as he sinks in further. "And then… I'm gonna take everything I want."
When he bottoms out and you unclench your eyes, you’re greeted with the sight of him stood before you, stroking himself at the edge of the bed. He wears nothing but a smirk as he stares down at the way you fixate on his cock.
Behind you, Homelander pulls out and snaps his hips forward harshly, hand coming to grip your hair. “Pay attention, Y/n.” He commands, thumb pushing against your hole once more. You feel a glob of spit land against your rim, and he spreads it around leisurely as he rolls his hips.
The one in front of you comes closer when your eyes flutter shut, and he smears the tip of his cock against your lips, prompting you to open. He wastes no time when you do, pushing into your mouth as deep as he can until you’re gagging around him.
“That’s it, baby. Take it like a good little slut.”
Your eyes roll back as a hand comes down against your ass, the grip in your hair pressing you to swallow more until it draws you back and releases. Homelander dedicates fully to kneading your rear with one hand and fingering you with the other, cock pounding into your cunt as he does. The one ahead of you grips your head and suddenly you’re being used at both ends as though you’re nothing more than their toy.
You gag around his length, each thrust from behind rocking you forward to swallow more of his cock. Drool drips down your chin, and you’re surely a fucking mess, but you can’t fathom a single worry for your appearance as that thumb sinks all the way into your ass.
You moan around Homelander’s cock, the pressure in your ass beginning as discomfort. You almost want to scramble away from it, but you couldn’t even if you wanted.
Homelander presses his hips firmly against you, burying his cock all the way inside. As if on queue, the one ahead of you does the same. You can’t breathe– you can only listen as the one behind you speaks.
“You look so good when you’re stuffed full of my cock.”
Your watering eyes dart to one of the many mirrors in his bedroom, and you find him grinning like the cat that got the cream. The one ahead of you pulls back, and you breathe desperately through your nose.
Behind you, Homelander has reduced his thrusts to slow rolls of his hips, hand snaking underneath you to circle your clit.
“You get one for now. Everything after this is for me.” He works his thumb free and replaces it with two fingers, and you keen– which only encourages him to begin fucking you harder.
You gag and whine against his counterpart's thrusting cock, and suddenly you’re tipping over the edge before you can even realize how close you were. Your cunt spasms against Homelander’s cock, and surely your rim is quivering around his digits as you come. Your vision tunnels for a moment, and the one ahead of you pushes in until your nose presses against the base of his length.
The lack of air makes your head spin, heightening the sensation to infinite bounds. You think you’ll pass out, but he slips free just in time for you to gasp desperately.
You think you can hear them both chuckling.
You’re far too dazed to realize Homelander has manhandled you. He’s standing now, holding you upright by your thighs, your back pressed against the chest of the one that fucked your mouth.
“You’re gonna take us both, now. Just like you wished for.” He smirks at you, hands biting into the flesh of your thighs. His cock is still buried in you from before, and you almost wonder if he even pulled out to adjust your positions.
You nod, leaning forward to try to kiss him– but he has to bridge the divide when you feel the tip of his cock pushing against the tightness of your rim. You moan into his mouth, and he seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.
He’s hungry, and he’s laying his claim as he kisses you. Something he knows the one behind you can’t do without being flayed alive as punishment. Homelander swallows your noises as his counterpart sinks in. He can feel him enter you, feel every inch as he sinks in until he bottoms out. The walls of your flesh only do so much to shield the sensation.
He can see himself just over your shoulder, eyes shut, mouth agape as his mirror image groans deep at the sensation.
His pride swelled at his own beauty. But there were other matters to attend to, especially once his counterpart opened his eyes.
You’re so enraptured at the sensation that you barely hear their badgering.
“Don’t you fucking look at me,” grits the Homelander ahead of you.
“Yes sir!” The one behind says obediently.
Homelander begins to fuck into your cunt, hips rolling languidly– but mostly just using his grip to rock your body back and forth. He smirks as your head falls against his neck.
He could practically kill his counterpart when he pressed his palm to your forehead to tip your head back. Though, he decided to let his other self live another day when he realized he was forcing you to look into the mirror. To watch as you were fucked in both holes– to see both cocks working in and out of you as they took you apart.
Your mouth is agape, eyes distant, and drool has dripped from your chin to your chest. Your body rocks back and forth between the sliver of space they’ve given you between their bodies. You can hardly believe your eyes– but the raw feeling in your holes confirms it all as they bear the brunt of each cock pounding away at you.
Each of them looks at you as though you were a meal to devour, especially the Homelander ahead of you. Your eyes dance away from the mirror to meet his, and the carnal fury in his gaze almost scares you. The depth of his hunger is written in every grit of his teeth, in every twitch of his nose, and possession spills from his eyes.
You are his, and his alone. The one behind you may look, sound, and even feel just like him– but you are his.
His hand leaves your thigh suddenly, gripping you by the jaw and forcing your lips to part. He spits in your mouth, then takes you in a kiss– the pace of his hips never relenting.
His hand falls back down, finding your clit this time, and you’re screaming into his mouth as you come. You feel both holes spasm around their cocks, and the sensation of being so filled has removed all sense from your mind as you babble away. Homelander continues fucking you, pace unbroken, but the one behind stutters for a moment.
“–fucking kill you if you stop!” You hear him threaten. The cock in your ass returns to its original pace, and grunts and groans fill your ear as he staves off his release.
When you can open your eyes again, it’s to the sight of Homelander grinning ear to ear. Your body has gone limp, and suddenly both of them are leaning down to bite your shoulders– as if they’d plotted the act while you were lost in bliss.
You cry out as both sets of teeth sink into you, each one with a different intensity. The one ahead of you draws blood with ease, while the other does little more than indent your skin. Both, though, begin to lave at the damage with their tongues. You mewl helplessly, tears escaping as the sensations of pain and pleasure blend to drive you into a perfect madness. Their tongues paint your flesh all the way up to both sides of your jaw, and the Homelander buried in your cunt engulfs you in a kiss while the other nibbles at your earlobe.
His tongue is hot as it slides against yours, and his lips are curled in a devious smile. Their cocks alternate perfectly, one filling you while the other draws back, and you swear up and down that your holes will never be the same again.
Your arms dangle limp, and you can do nothing but whimper as you approach release once more.
You feel the one behind you snake his arms under yours, and they come up until his palms rest against your head, putting you into an arm restraint.
You squirm and moan as your pleasure builds and builds, and you can do nothing but writhe between the heat of them as they fuck into you relentlessly. You can feel the gasps and whimpers of the one behind you, clearly approaching his limit. The sounds drive you wild, and you feel your body lock up as you’re overtaken by yet another climax.
Your chest heaves and your vision spins, and all you know is the skin against yours. Your legs pull Homelander in deeper, and he thrusts shallow against your hold.
Though your eyelids are heavy, you can see Homelander’s control waver. The way he bites his lip, stifles his moans, bares his clenched teeth as he fights to outlast his counterpart– who had begun to moan pitifully in your ear.
He was coming undone, and he gave three more hard thrusts into your ass before spilling, whining a litany of his bliss into your ear.
Ahead, Homelander utterly pounds you as he gloats, “I’m better! I am fucking better!” Clearly for having lasted longer. He growls as he slams into you, hand around your throat as he comes deep, pumping you full of that delicious heat.
You dangle there, and can do nothing more than breathe as he looks at you with satisfaction.
You don't know how he did it, but Homelander always had a way of making your wildest dreams come true.
"I hope you don't think that's it," he chuckles, rolling his hips slowly. "Once ol' number two back there gets it up again, we're going another round. In fact, I've got you all day long."
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eywaite · 5 months
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Just A Taste
100 Follower Special
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Pairing: Adult Neteyam x human fem reader x adult Ao'nung
Words: 6.7K
Summary: Neteyam's little human mate has fascinated Ao'nung way more than she should, he can't help it, you're so alien, yet so enticing. Especially when it seems that an esteemed warrior and eldest son of Toruk Makto can't keep his hands off of you. And when Ao'nung follows you two to your private place, an unexpected deal is made.
Warnings: Aged-up characters, NSFW, threesome, voyeurism, oral sex (fem receiving), queue play, cumming untouched, size kink, scenting, face sitting, squirting, dom Neteyam, sub Ao'nung, P in V, human x Na'vi.
Credit: Credit to @world-of-pandora for the Neteyam gif. Credit to @realneatc for the Ao'nung gif. Credit to @cafekitsune for the MDNI and Support Banner.
Next Part: Just A Taste Pt. 2
Na'vi Translation:
Tawtute: Spy People/Person
Tswin: A Na'vi queue
Olo'eyktan: (Male) Clan Leader
Toruk Makto: Rider of Last Shadow
Tsaheylu: Bond
Tsahìk: Matriarch, high priestess, interpreter
Yomyo lerìk: Leaf plate (colloquially shortened to just rìk (“leaf”))
Tewng: Loincloth
Ngaru lu fpom srak: Are you well; do you have peace/well-being
Ma: Vocative marker used to indicate whom the speaker is addressing. Can be used with a name.
Tsmukan: Brother
Pxir: Beer (alcoholic beverage)
Skxawng: Idiot, moron
Klpxiwlln: Lionberry
Waytelem: Songcord
Yawntutsyìp: Darling; little loved one
Paysyul: Water Lily
Rutxe: Please
Yawne: Beloved
Oeyä: My (Possessive)
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To say Ao'nung was angry was an understatement.
He was beyond furious, his mind constantly cloudy and muddy by thoughts of things he cannot have; of things he shouldn't want. His mind chanted these thoughts every minute of every day.
All he can think of is you. You little, annoying sky demon with your kind smile and enticing body. Constantly filling his mind with unnatural things. Ao'nung can't control his thoughts, to not imagine what it would feel like to have you under him, hold you, feel your soft skin under his palms, to know what it feels like to have you look at him with those admiring eyes, to taste you...
This is infuriating! He wasn't supposed to find little aliens from the sky attractive, he wasn't supposed to be anywhere near you. You are supposed to be with your own kind, to live in those ugly metal tubes with the rest of the tawtute. But instead you've become a nuisance in his life, always there and underfoot.
But even through his rage, Ao'nung would never say a single thing to hurt you. Sure he'd tease and question why you are so small, question your extra finger and lack of tswin. But he'd never actually say or do anything to really hurt you, his heart couldn't bare the thought of making your pretty eyes water and little lip quiver from tears... At least, he couldn't imagine you doing those things cause he hurt your feelings. And even through all his sly comments, you'd just make a funny face and laugh, or give a snarky remark back like calling him toad face. You always treated him kindly and that unnerved Ao'nung, you were insect size to him, something that should scare you, yet it doesn't. His bullying and aggressive ways didn't scare you; but you sure as hell scared him.
But your kind ways aside, there's an entirely different reason why he'll never come within a couple feet of your presence. One big, blue, thin tailed, golden child reason. Because even if Ao'nung swallowed down his pride and got over his denied fear of you to try and actually get to know you better, possibly court you, that forest boy's older brother will always be in the way. He has years of friendship and love built up like a barrier around your heart, claimed you with a mating bite that he flaunts with pride. No matter how much Ao'nung tried to look around the bite scar, it always seemed to smack him in the face whenever he let his guard down. There was no denying that you're Neteyam's tiny tawtute mate. And that fact put an unsettling feeling in his stomach.
It disgusted Ao'nung at first, watching a mighty warrior bend down to embrace this odd looking alien, keeping a protective hand on the back of your head as he glared down anyone that dared to glance in your direction. Neteyam's quite possessive over you, that's a fact not even Ao'nung can deny, never letting you out of his sight, dragging you everywhere he went. You annoyed Ao'nung at first, always clinging to Neteyam's thigh wherever he went, you're so much slower in the water and fumbled over his dialect. It angered Ao'nung even more when he saw how amused Neteyam was with your struggle, guiding you through the water with encouraging words, helping you with words you struggled to pronounce.
It puzzled Ao'nung as to why Neteyam, the future Olo'eyktan of his clan, eldest son of Toruk Makto would choose a simple human as a mate. You seemed useless, unable to protect yourself or others, and you couldn't form tsaheylu. How could Neteyam choose someone that can't See him, bond with him, or protect him when needed? Those questions plagued him until Ao'nung saw the look in your eyes when you'd look at Neteyam. Your pretty eyes go round and loving the moment you set your eyes on him, your small hands gently treating any minor wounds he might've gotten with a butter soft touch. It's the way you seeked comfort in touch, always finding the hand Neteyam would reach out to you.
You were small and helpless, but you love deeply and have the unique ability to see straight through someone's soul. A quality Neteyam must have noticed early on; it's a quality Ao'nung desires deeply in a mate.
You wear every little trinket and jewelry Neteyam made you with pride, the curves of your body holding the custom clothes he made for you perfectly. Every step you took would be accompanied by the soft chime of beads clanking together, whether from your hair or jewelry. You can cook the foods he loves. Heal like you were taught by the Tsahìk herself. You fit yourself into the Omatikayan ways perfectly.
Ao'nung couldn't help but imagine what you'd look like in clothes fashioned from his people, what the jewels he would give you would decorate your body. How would you take to Metkayina life if you weren't so attached to your mate.
The more Ao'nung watched, the more he craved for your touch, your love, to just have a taste of your intoxicating body. The way your sweet scent wraps around him, fogging his mind and stealing his thoughts away drives him absolutely mad.
The way Ao'nung can practically feel the heat emanating off your flustered face at whatever sly comment Neteyam would whisper into your ear at tonight's communal dinner, laying soft kisses on your mating bite just to make you squirm.
It didn't seem fair; all Ao'nung wants is you and that's the one thing he can't have. Was he perverted for imagining such things about somebody else's mate? Was something wrong with him for finding you so lovely? Was it wrong he wanted your admiring eyes to look at him for once?
A tightness settles in Ao'nung's lower stomach for the third time tonight, making it impossible to eat. Throwing down his rìk, Ao'nung bites back a frustrated growl. Even when he tried to not look in your direction, you're still front and center in his mind's eye, your laugh filling his ears, your scent still blows through the breeze and overwhelms his body with everything you, his cock twitching in his tewng the longer he breathed you in.
"Ngaru lu fpom srak, ma tsmukan?" Rotxo questions from beside him, eyeing his discarded meal.
Ao'nung gives him a sideways look before shrugging, grabbing his bowl of pxir and taking a long drink, wincing at the burn as it slides down his throat. His eyes once more wander to across the fire, landing on your small form sitting comfortably in Neteyam's lap, laughing at whatever Lo'ak had said beside you. Lo'ak's arm casually thrown around Tsireya's shoulder as she giggles with you.
Rotxo huffs loudly next to him, shoving a piece of meat in his mouth to keep himself quiet. It didn't last long once he swallowed, "You are the next Olo'eyktan of our clan, esteemed by many including your father and Toruk Makto, you can have any man or woman you want and they would consider it an honor to be with you. Yet you still pine after someone else's mate?" Rotxo scoffs through a mouthful of food, shaking his head at his best friend's antics. "You are being a skxawng."
Ao'nung wants to snap at Rotxo for his bold statement, chastise him for saying such things to his future leader, yet instead he withers into himself, avoiding eye contact with him entirely and chugs his pxir. The cruelest thing about Rotxo's statement is that it's true. He is being an absolute moron about everything, but he can't help it, he's always acted before he thought of the consequences. And now that he has to sit and think about what he wants, it fries his mind knowing not even patience can win him this prize.
"Neteyam would kill you," Rotxo continues. "He would beat your skxawng ass into the ground then kill you for thinking of his mate in such a way. He would probably have Lo'ak help him just to spite you."
Ao'nung's head dips to stare at the ground, a long sigh leaving him. It's moments like these when he regrets teaching Rotxo to come out of his shell and speak his mind. "I know. And I would deserve it... but–"
"No buts." Rotxo interrupts, not allowing Ao'nung to go on one of his long rants about how perfect you are to him.
"But–"
"No!" Rotxo can't hold back a laugh as he shakes his head. "Since when have I become the mature one in this friendship?" he questions, elbowing Ao'nung in the ribs.
Always. Rotxo has always been the level headed, calm, and rational person in their dynamic. Always the one to defuse any situation Ao'nung got himself into and show him the better path. But that wasn't something Ao'nung would ever admit out loud. Instead Ao'nung elbows Rotxo back, finally feeling the tension in his gut relaxing as he laughs with his friend.
That relaxed state didn't last long though as Ao'nung's eyes unconsciously drift back over to you, except this time you're looking back. Your face is maskless thanks to whatever concoction of things those smart tawtute with the glowing pads have made for you, allowing you to eat freely and have your beauty unfiltered to Ao'nung's hungry gaze. The light from the fire makes your eyes twinkle in the evening glow, your gaze soft and kind as you give him a small smile. Ao'nung's face heats up embarrassingly quick, a lavender hue dusting across his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he just stares back at you.
Ao'nung's heart skips a beat when your smile widens when you notice his blush, your blunt teeth biting down on your bottom lip to quiet your giggle. Your soft giggle quickly turns into a squeal, curling into yourself as you try crawling off of Neteyam's lap, attempting to get away from his hands that are relentlessly tickling your sides. Kiri rolls her eyes, mumbling something to her brother before swatting his shoulder. It seems like you're trying to apologize, but is cut off by another round of laughter.
You're so effortlessly beautiful in this moment. Shamelessly enjoying yourself amongst your family and love, your differences never stopping you from indulging in life's pleasures. It's one of the first things Ao'nung learned about you, and it's been the greatest thing that he admires about you; the first thing he grew to love.
Ao'nung dips his head back towards the ground, a jealousy taking deep root in his chest the longer he watched. Sadness overwhelming him and his loss of something he never had. Ignoring Rotxo's complaints, Ao'nung grabs his bowl of pxir to down it in one go, but stops when movement from your side of the fire catches his eye.
Neteyam has lifted you off his lap and has now set you on your feet, holding your small hand in his as you both walk away from the communal dinner, heading towards the bundle of woods that leads to the denser forest like areas on the island. A bitter taste coats Ao'nung's tongue as he watches Neteyam's tail coil lowly around his ankles before wrapping around your waist.
Neteyam is excited, the playful curl of his tail giving away his flirtatious mood, something you seem to reciprocate considering the way you're wrapping your arm around his hip, toying with the strings of his tewng.
Ao'nung's mind unkindly offers him images of your small body splayed out on the forest floor, face tear stained and scrunched up in pleasure. The once bitter taste of jealousy and alcohol is replaced with klpxiwlln, the phantom taste of the sweet berry coating his tongue as his mind imagines the sweet taste is you.
That's all Ao'nung wants; just a small taste. He'll settle just to scent the sweet smell of your arousal, to sit back and listen to your wanting cries while dreaming he was causing you that ecstasy.
"Do not do it." Ao'nung thinks to himself, trying to reason with the horrible idea bouncing around his thick skull.
"You will be killed or she will think of you as nothing more than a pervert." he thinks again, his own tail wrapping around his calf for comfort.
Before Ao'nung can stop himself he's on his feet, setting the drinking bowl aside and heading in the direction you were walking.
"I will sing your waytelem at your funeral." Rotxo calls after him, not bothering to stop Ao'nung when he gets in this state of mind.
Ao'nung ignores the gnawing guilty eating at his stomach from Rotxo's words, following the path of your footprints in the sand until they stop at the forest's edge. Ao'nung has never ventured too deep into this part of the island, the water is his home not the woods. Leave it to tree boy to take you into a dark, possible dangerous forest as a romantic place.
Taking a deep breath to center himself, Ao'nung steps into the unknown, pleasantly surprised to see that the bioluminescence takes away the eerie darkness of the forest and lights a cozy atmosphere. The ground under him glowing a light green every time his feet make contact with the spongy moss covering the ground.
"Not bad tree boy. Not bad." he thinks to himself as he starts walking, gawking around in amazement at the difference of worlds you come from.
A loud giggle catches Ao'nung's attention, his ears perking up to listen. The giggle sounds again; your giggle, this time accompanied by a deep toned laugh. Ao'nung instinctively crouches down, mimicking what he's seen Jake Sully do when he taught his father Omatikayan hunting practices. Following the soft murmers and laughs, Ao'nung soon finds a small clearing.
It mimicks that of a meadow, the trees clearing just enough to allow for a couple of people to lay down. The same moss he was walking on earlier covers the clearing, small bundles of flowers and bushes adding cushion to the ground, the canopy above letting in a small amount of filtered light of the moon. This clearing blows away the small moon pool Ao'nung had showed you awhile back, and that fact upset Ao'nung the longer he drank in his surroundings.
A breathy moan draws Ao'nung back to his mission, the sound like sweet music to his ears. Being extra cautious not to step on any twigs or leaves, Ao'nung crawls closer to the meadow where the hypnotic sound is coming from. It was like a physical reaction, Ao'nung's body moving uncontrollably at the lewd sounds you're making.
Crouching behind a tall bush, pushing aside a small branch to get an unprohibited view of where these sounds are coming from, and the sight in front of him makes his already half hard cock swell painfully hard.
Your small body is laid out on the cushioned ground, your soft legs are resting on Neteyam's shoulders, plush, pliable thighs bracketing his head. Another loud moan coats the air as Neteyam swirls your small, puffy clit around his tongue, sucking the bundle the nerves like a sweet treat just to pull a whimper from your pretty mouth.
Your decorative top is swiftly pulled off and discarded so Neteyam can freely knead your tender breasts, rolling your pebbled nipples as your back arches. Your tiny, odd numbered hand combs through his braids, tugging on them when Neteyam groans into your aching cunt.
"Fuck– Neteyam, please!" your pleads are like a gut punch to Ao'nung, his tewng suffocating his leaking cock. Biting at his bottom lip to keep from whimpering as he palms himself through the coarse fabric, a shakey sigh leaving him when he squeezes down on the bulge, relieving a small amount of the growing ache clouding his mind.
Neteyam chuckles at your desperation, pulling away from your sweet pussy to lay bruising kisses on your inner thighs, eliciting a whine from you when he bites down on the squishy flesh, leaving a blooming purple love bite behind. "What is it, Oeyä Yawne?"
His ears perk up, waiting to hear your answer. Instead of responding, your small hand travels down to his tswin, lightly squeezing the braid covered neural cord. Neteyam chokes on his moan, head falling against your thigh, his hips automatically flexing to grind down on the sponge moss, his tewng growing darker from his cum. Ao'nung is stunned as he watches Neteyam whimper into the cradle of your thighs, pelvis twitching as the unexpected release flowing out of his tewng and onto the ground.
"You're not playing fair, Yawne." he groans through grit teeth, prying your small hand off his tswin. You softly giggle through your daze, Neteyam playful glares at you before taking your clit back into his mouth, sucking on it hard enough to make you cry loudly.
Ao'nung has to retract his hand from his cock entirely to keep himself from cumming just from watching your exchange. The idea of your small hand fondling his most sacred part makes an uncontrollable shiver run down his spine. A new collection of precum spilling from his cockhead, staining the fabric, making Ao'nung groan as his cock pulses painfully.
Another one of your sweet moans rings in Ao'nung's ears, making him turn back to watch just as your back arches off the ground, legs shaking as you cum. Your beautiful face scrunched together as you ride out your high, hips twitching as you whine from the overstimulation. Neteyam hums in acknowledgement, kissing your sensitive clit one last time before pulling away from your dripping cunt.
Slowly crawling back up your body, Neteyam captures your lips in a searing kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip so you'll allow his tongue entrance, groaning as you suck gently on his tongue, tasting yourself.
Ao'nung has to look away to keep the bitter taste from returning. He's fighting himself to not pant, for the first time in his life, he can't catch his breath. You have completely captivated him, aroused him to the point of pain, knocking the wind out him from just watching you drown in your pleasure. But as much as it squeezes Ao'nung's heart to watch you cling to Neteyam while he gives you everything Ao'nung wants to give you, he can't stop himself from looking back to your embracing forms.
Neteyam is comfortably settled in between your legs, holding your small head in one of his hands, cushioning your head as he kisses your neck and chest, leaving hickies behind, making you laugh when he nibbles on the small space between your neck and shoulder. His tail is swaying and coiling in the air behind him in satisfaction, ears twitching to hear your every sound.
Ao'nung has never wanted to be someone else ever in his life, but he'd give his title as future clan leader for just a small moment to be in Neteyam's place. Embracing your small body against his while he made you laugh and moan.
Ao'nung is brought out of his sulking when he hears Neteyam start to laugh so hard it makes you poke his cheek, smile through your confusion. "What's the matter with you? Why are you laughing?"
Kissing you shoulder one last time, Neteyam leans in close and whispers something in your ear. Your head immediately snaps up to stare at your mate, eyes growing wide and jaw growing slack.
Neteyam smiles down at you amused, tilting his head and raising his brow bone in question. Silently communicating with you.
You nod immediately, gripping Neteyam's shoulder as you try to shift your position, but Neteyam's iron grip on your hip keeps you from moving. Continuing to hover above you, covering most of your naked body to keep you from getting cold from the cool night air.
"Ma Ao'nung, I know you're there. Come out. "
Ao'nung feels nauseous. His stomach knotting so tight it makes him forget about the ache between his legs. The idea of running crosses his mind, but it wouldn't help, not with Neteyam staring in his direct hiding place. Shifting his tewng hoping to hide the ever present bulge tenting his loincloth, Ao'nung reluctantly stands and walk around the bushes he was hiding behind to stand at the outer edge of the clearing.
"Ma Neteyam, I am sorry. I-I did not mean t–"
"Shut up." Neteyam voice drips in irration, eyes narrowing into pinpoints as he stares Ao'nung down.
"Come here." Neteyam demands. Ever muscle in Ao'nung's body locks him into place, trying desperately to not look down at you.
"Now." The growl that rumbles through Neteyam's chest shakes Ao'nung to his very core. Squaring himself, Ao'nung walks on shakey legs to stand in front of the both of you.
"One time only; no penetration."
Stunned, Ao'nung glances down at your form all curled up under Neteyam, and the air is knocked out of his lungs once again when he sees your beautiful doe-eyes staring up at him.
"Wh– I do not–" Ao'nung stumbles over himself as he tries to process what the Omatikayan was saying.
"You get only one time to have her, one chance to act out your little fantasies. But no penetration, her pussy is mine. Agreed?" Neteyam explains, a neutral expression plastered on his face. His fingers lazily twirling a strand of your hair, fingertips massaging your scalp to keep you relaxed.
The whole of Ao'nung's body feels like it's been set on fire, his nerves raw as the idea of actually having you bounces around in his head. That every fantasy about having you is just a breath away, and now Ao'nung can't talk; for the first time in his life he doesn't have a retort or sarcastic remark to make.
Neteyam scoffs as he stares at Ao'nung opening and closing his mouth like a fish on land. Grabbing the back of your thighs, Neteyam pulls you up to rest in his lap, keeping his arms around you like a protective cage. Neteyam has to physically bite his lip to keep from laugh at the pathetic whimper that Ao'nung let's out at seeing more of your naked body. A quick reprimanding smack to his chest by you makes Neteyam stop laughing.
"Give me an answer or leave."
You smack his chest again, glaring at your mate. "Be nice!"
Neteyam pets your hair, ignoring Ao'nung all together when he bends down to kiss you, purposely biting your lower lip to make you moan.
Ao'nung's legs buckle from underneath him at the sound, kneeling only an arms length away from your small form. It takes Ao'nung falling to finally snap out of his daze, "Yes. Yes, I agree."
Your sweet face lights up in an excited smile at Ao'nung's agreement, pushing against Neteyam's chest to climb off his lap. But the smallest of tugs from Neteyam pulls you back down. Neteyam peers down at you sternly, "Behave."
"Yes, sir." you cooed, kissing him one last time before climbing off his lap. You cheekily give Ao'nung a small eye roll, smirking at the Metkayina.
The tight knot in Ao'nung's stomach dissipates at your reaction, a small smile of his own graces his features, matching your sweet expression. But that simple nervousness was immediately replaced by limb shaking anxiety when you climb into his lap, small arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him into a tender kiss.
Your soft body is pressed against his, breasts being pushed into his chest the closer you pull yourself to him. You're sat directly on his painfully hard cock, softly grinding on it as you move to get comfortable. Your skin is like satin, soothing over his burning hot skin with your small palm, thumbing over the black ink swirling across his cheek. Your lips feel impossibly soft and small against his own chapped lips, eargerness pouring from you at every pull of your lips against his.
Neteyam's loud laugh makes you break away from him, a small giggle falling from your own pretty lips. Ao'nung was ready to physically fight Neteyam for making you pull away. Your small fingers comb through Ao'nung's dark curls, playing with them to sooth the scowl he had leveled at Neteyam.
Neteyam just scoffs at him, leaning back against a tree trunk to get comfortable. "You can touch her back, she won't bite... unless you want her to." Neteyam smirks when he sees the lavender hue on Ao'nung's ears brighten, Neteyam's eyes falling down to you and he mumbles something to you in your demon tongue.
You smile, looking up at Ao'nung as you nod, replying to Neteyam in your alien language before directing the conversation back to the man in front of you. "Ao'nung," you purr. His name sounds like the purest of music coming from you, the tightness in his chest loosening as he watches your round doe-eyes stare up at him. "Please kiss me."
Every fear and doubt dissipates the moment you mumble those three words, practically begging for the one thing Ao'nung desperately wants to give you. Ao'nung's hands engulf your whole head when he cups your warm cheeks, pulling you into a hungry kiss. His long fingers tangling in your soft hair so he can turn and pull you in any direction he desires, nibbling on your plush bottom lip, asking for entrance.
You happily comply, opening your mouth to let Ao'nung's rough, wide tongue lick into your hot mouth. His moans are muffled by your small mouth when he feels how silky smooth your tongue is, how small it feels when the very tip runs over the point of his canines. It takes all of Ao'nung's willpower to pull away from the kiss when you do, watching you pant trying to catch your breath, even then Ao'nung can't pull away. Pulling you back for small pecks and nips, fighting a satisfied smile when you giggle through the kisses he's relentlessly giving you.
Using his grip in your hair, Ao'nung tilts your head back, giving him full access to your hickey covered neck. Ao'nung takes his time kissing around the love bites Neteyam had left behind, avoiding your mating bite at all cost. Neteyam scent is permanently engraved into your skin, making Ao'nung's nose scrunch up in displeasure. The overwhelming need to scent you is throbbing through his body, his self control completely lost when he licks at your pulse point just to feel your erratically beating heart under the delicate flesh, reveling in your soft moan when he sucks on the sensitive skin.
Your soft moan get louder as you start grind down an Ao'nung's bulge, his leaking cockhead catching on your clit through the coarse fabric. "More, please. Ao'nung, I want more..." you plead, your smooth hands trailing down his chest and torso to rest on the band of his tewng.
"No." Neteyam's deep voice echoed from the darker corner of the clearing. You whine, turning your head to the direction of his voice, only able to see a pair of glowing, golden eyes staring back at you out of the darkness. "Nete, please–"
"No," he demanded, leaning forward to grab a hold of your jaw, his face just barely being revealed in the moonlight. Neteyam quirks his brow bone at you, "You'll get what you want later. For now, behave, Yawntutsyìp."
"Okay." you mumble, leaning into Neteyam's palm, his thumb lazily running under your eye. Neteyam's gaze glides to Ao'nung's, staring at the frozen Metkayina.
"Go on, Ao'nung, give her more." he smirked, using a single finger to push into Ao'nung's shoulder before sitting back into his dark corner.
Ao'nung can feel your slick drenching his loincloth, your arousal coats the air like how the paysyul scents the early morning breeze. You smell so good. Your smell is addicting. Your warm, satin skin is addicting. Your curved body is addicting. You are addicting.
And now Ao'nung has you; has a chance at finally tasting you. Getting a firm hold on your waist, Ao'nung lays back against the spongey, glowing moss under him, lifting you up to settle on his chest in one fluid motion. You gasp at the sudden movement, your small fingers squeezing his forearms hard enough to leave nail imprints in his skin.
"Come, Paysyul. Let me taste you." Ao'nung grabs your hips tightly and dragging you up his body until your cunt is hovering over his lips. He groans feeling your soft pussy on his tongue, your sweet taste erupts across his taste buds. You taste so much better than klpxiwlln or anything else he's imagined. So soft and warm as your slick coats his tongue, swirling around your small, puffy clit earning a whine from your swollen lips.
Your fingers comb through his thick curls, pulling on the inky strands as you rock your hips into his mouth, throwing your head back and gracing the night with your beautiful sounds. Plush thighs squeezing Ao'nung's head, your other hand grabbing at your breasts. Ao'nung quickly replaces your hand with his, rolling and pinching your stiff nipples, making your back arch further into his touch.
"Fuck! 'Nung, don't stop!" you plead. The nickname rolling off your tongue and straight to his dick, groaning uncontrollably into your pussy as his cock throbs.
"Say it again." he whines against your dripping cunt, squeezing your thigh with his free hand as a desperate plea.
Your breathy moan turns into a soft chuckle at Ao'nung's plead, "Rutxe, ma 'Nung, don't stop. Feels so good– ah!" you cry out when Ao'nung's rough tongue dips into your quivering hole, massaging your soft, gummy walls. Ao'nung's hand travels from your thigh to your hip, pulling you further down onto his mouth, encouraging you to ride his tongue.
Your sweet moans only get louder, body shaking as the pleasure is almost too much to bare. Hips undulating across Ao'nung's lower face, grinding on his tongue as his nose rhythmically bumps against your pulsing clit. Your stomach tightens, a building pressure warning you of your growing orgasm.
"Oh, fuck! N-Nete, I have to– please!" you beg, barely able to hold the mind numbing orgasm building in your core. You lean back and rest your hands on Ao'nung's shoulders, head tilted to the side to make eye contact with Neteyam, begging for your release.
"Hmm, you're asking a lot from me, Yawne. Do you really think you deserve it? Do you really think I want to share that with him?" Neteyam questions, not bothered at all by your pleading eyes and loud whines.
"Hah– Neteyam, please!" you yell through your moan, voice raspy and body shimmering in the moonlight from the sheen of sweat covering your body. You try to pull your pussy off of Ao'nung's relentless mouth, crying out when he pulls you back.
Ao'nung is dazed, thinking of only one thing: and that's to make you cum in his mouth. He's desperate for it, shamelessly moaning into your cunt, loudly slurping at your juices, sucking on your throbbing clit. His grip on your hips tighten, rocking you manually on his tongue.
Neteyam perches his lips, calculating his next move as he watches you struggle to behave as he told you to. You truly were his best girl, a little greedy, but that's his fault, he can't help but spoil you. And now, as he watches you sitting on the chief's son's face, crying from the overstimulation as you try to hold off possibly the best orgasm you've ever had, Neteyam feels his cock throb for you. Thirsty for your tight cunt to wrap around his cock, stretch you wide and have you begging for more even then. He can't let fish lips have this, no, your pleasure was his to decide; and you're only cumming on his dick tonight.
Finally making his decision, Neteyam stands up and wraps one of his arms around your waist, the other pries Ao'nung's hands off your hip, pulling you off Ao'nung's face with ease. Neteyam sits back down, settling you on his lap, his hard cock grinding against your exposed pussy. Hooking your legs over his thighs and spreading his legs, splaying you open for him.
Ao'nung jumps up, face drenched in your slick, lips swollen and hair disheveled. Ao'nung bares his teeth at Neteyam, "She was going to cum, why stop?!" he hisses in Neteyam's face.
Neteyam growls low in his chest before hissing at Ao'nung, arms tightening around you, hunching his body over yours to protect you if necessary. "She is my mate! You're blessed to have even tasted her!" Neteyam snarls at Ao'nung, shoving at his shoulder making him stumble back.
Ao'nung catches himself before he completely falls over, crouching down and hissing at Neteyam again. Before Neteyam can retaliate, you scream, "BOYS!"
Both men stop, startled, their eyes settle on your wrecked form. "I don't give a shit who makes me cum, just please! Please, let me cum!" you plead to both of them, pressing your ass against Neteyam bulge making him grunt.
Neteyam eyes Ao'nung's now relaxed form, hold on you tightening even more when he slow crawls closer. Ao'nung looks to Neteyam, ducking his head to scan your spread out body, starting to squirm around with want. Ao'nung looks back up to Neteyam, waiting for permission to stay. Neteyam gives him a single nod before turning his attention back to you.
"My poor, Yawne, have we been mean?" Neteyam asks, wiping a fresh tear off your cheek with his knuckle.
Ao'nung wipes the other tear away, "Too focused on our fighting we forgot about your pleasure?"
You can only nod, looking between the two Na'vi trapping you between their bulky bodies. Their heavy, hot breath fanning across your damp skin, causing goosebumps to erupt over your body. "Please," you plead. "Touch me."
Neither of them can deny such a sweet request. Ao'nung bends down, sucking the swell of your breast into his mouth, rolling the perked nub with his tongue while he kneads your other breast. Neteyam licks over your mating bite, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin until you're a moaning, whining mess between the two men.
Neteyam's skilled fingers quickly untie his loincloth, discarding the fabric to rub the thick head of his cock through your slick folds, drenching himself in your slick. Neteyam continues grinding against your pussy, cockhead bumping against your clit making you whimper, reaching your arm around to tangle your fingers in his braids. You tug on his braids harshly, causing Neteyam to grunt into your hair.
"More. Want your cock, please!" you beg again, your other hand fisting into Ao'nung's curls, his loud groan muffled around your nipple.
Finally, Neteyam grips your hips tightly, lining up with you entrance, teasing you a small amount before your whine of frustration urges him to push his tip past your tight entrance.
No matter how many times you've taken Neteyam's cock, the stretch always takes your breath away. Unconsciously holding your breath as Neteyam continues to sink in inch by inch, your tight, warm pussy hugging his cock perfectly.
Neteyam hides his groans into your neck, his grip on your hips bruising as he pulls you down further onto his cock. Your body slumps forward onto Ao'nung, burying your head into his chest, arms around his neck pulling him closer. The new angle opens you up further, making the slide easier when Neteyam finally bottom out.
Ao'nung's eyes are glued to your cunt, how you're pretty pussy is stretched out around Neteyam's cock, your slick dripping down your thighs. Ao'nung keeps watching as Neteyam pulls out a little to push back in, your soft cries pulling him out of his trance. An odd bulge as formed in your belly, moving in time with Neteyam's gentle thrusts. His hands wander down to cradle the bump, feeling the skin move with every building thrust.
"Fuck," Neteyam moans. "You feel so good, Yawne, so perfect for me." he says pulling out and thrusting back in with more force, slowly building a rhythm.
Ao'nung's hand scales down the length of your body, stopping just above your clit. He quickly glances up at Neteyam only to find him already staring at him, Neteyam nods at him, giving him permission to touch you.
Ao'nung kisses your small ear, cooing praises to you as he starts rubbing your puffy clit in tight circles. "You are doing so good, Paysyul."
Your response is muffled as you practically scream from the new sensation, clenching hard around Neteyam's cock making him whimper. You snap your head up and turn to look at your mate, "Nete–" you're cut short by Neteyam pushing your body down on his cock, grinding his cockhead into your pleasure spot.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, jaw going slack as your beautiful moan sings out into the night, body shaking and clenching as you cum, squirting your release around Neteyam's cock.
Neteyam curses, his head falling back as you clench impossibly tighter around his throbbing cock, pushing him into his own orgasm. Warm, thick ropes of his seed paint your walls white, his hips continuing to rock into yours, dragging out your orgasm.
Ao'nung watches in stunned silence at you. Your sweet, small body in complete bliss as you tremble against his chest, softly whimpering your pleasure into his ear. He doesn't pay attention to the way your fingers wrap around his tswin until he feels a delightful pressure developing at the base of his skull, that quickly travels down his spine to his neglected dick when your soft squeeze turns into a gentle tug.
Ao'nung's visions goes completely white, limbs going numb as your fingers keep massaging his braid, an unexpected knot unraveling in his lower stomach immediately. "Oh, Great Mother–" his strength fails him as his cock twitch, rope after rope of his seed drenching his loincloth until it spills to the ground. His thighs shaking as he pants into your chest, mumbling words of praise to you.
It wasn't until Neteyam removed your hand from his tswin that Ao'nung was able to take a full breath again, taking a moment to enjoy your warmth against his cheek as he collected himself, daring to crack open his eyes and look at you. And of course you were looking back.
You give him a tired smile, eyelids drooping as you pet his cheek, "Enjoy yourself, 'Nung?" All Ao'nung could do was nod, eyes blown wide, tail tapping gleefully against the ground.
Your smile grows wider at seeing his contentness, and lean forward to peck his lips. Ao'nung immediately pulls you back in for a deeper kiss, cradling your head and relishing in your essence. But it didn't lost long as Neteyam pull you apart, holding you close to his chest to check on how you're feeling His eyes scanning your tired body, love bites covering almost every inch of your satin skin.
He chuckles as you start to drift in his arms, "Let's go home and get you cleaned up, Oeyä Yawntutsyìp." he whispers into your ear, kissing your cheek as he stands, somehow dressed again while Ao'nung was still recovering.
Your small hand reaches out to Ao'nung, making him rush over to your side, making your hand disappear in his. He brushes his lips across your knuckle, memorizing the feel of your skin one last time, nosing at your wrist to ingrain your scent to memory.
"Next time, let's meet at the moon pool. It'll be easier to clean up."
A deep growl rumbles through Neteyam's chest, his eyes narrowing as he looks down at you. "One time only." he then looks to Ao'nung, his ears pining back as Neteyam bares his teeth. "Nothing more."
Neteyam quickly turns, walking away from Ao'nung and towards the beach. Your expression is chiding as you lightly smack his chest before nuzzling into his neck. Your head lulls back as you look to the sky, stealing one last glance at Ao'nung. Your lips curl into a devilish smirk and you wink before going out of view.
Ao'nung feels his body lighten at the jester, hope filling his chest. Maybe he will have more than just a taste one day.
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xlrlxx · 9 months
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— my good girl.
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warnings: 18+, praise kink, semipublic sex, age gap, dry grinding if you squint, f!receiving fingering, mentions of choking.
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You voted for Wesker x reader, Wesker x reader you shall receive.
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Over the time you had been a member at S.T.A.R.S, Albert started to realise his infatuation towards you. You were young, a little older than Rebecca, around early 20s. At first, he thought it was morally wrong, slightly putting him off but he just couldn’t help himself.
He found himself calling you into his office more than necessary, to ‘help’ him with reviewing reports and asking for your input on how to respond or just generally how you felt about it even when Albert didn’t need it, he just liked having you close to him.
The way you would take the chair opposite his desk and move it around to sit next to him, placing it at a comfortable distance only for him to bring it closer by hooking it with his foot, making the space between you both mere inches. The way your knee would sometimes brush against his thigh just because he’d spread his legs further than normal so that he could feel the slightest touch.
You were like a drug he couldn’t get enough of, constantly wanting more and more each time he came down from the last dosage.
Every time you laughed, it was music to his ears, your vocals achieving heavenly chords and yet he couldn’t help but to wonder if you made an even more beautiful noise in bed.
He wanted you badly, and he was sure you felt the same. Albert could see the look on your face each time he praised you, calling you a good girl and constantly reminding you how great at your job. He could see the small quiver in your lips and the tension in your posture increase. The man desperately wanted to show you a good time, claim you, make sure no other man or woman laid a finger on your angelic form.
The day you and him were alone in the shooting range would be a day he’d never forget. It was a cool day in february, every police officer and S.T.A.R.S member was out for lunch, except for you and him.
Albert had enough of standing around and observing you from afar, he wanted to feel you up close and personal and he wasn’t going to wait any longer.
He had set off to find you, knowing that you usually have your lunch in the courtyard and then go into the shooting range to sharpen your skills. Albert knew your entire schedule from when you were in work, call him stalker but you were too irresistible.
There you were, yellow ear defenders on and a small handgun in hand. The banging of the shots and the muffling of the earphones prevented you from hearing Albert’s arrival into the range, therefore it made you jump when he appeared behind you and lowered the ear defenders down to around your neck.
You greeted him with a small smile, telling him that he had started you to which he apologised. The man stared off at the targets you had been previously shooting at, finding each target shot in the highlighted areas except the middle, going onto the next target which shown all targets hit again but there was one shot that misplaced the middle by inches. Was this why you didn’t do the rest?
Picking up on it, Albert asked. Speaking on having missed the first shot to the middle, you lost confidence to hitting the centre again.
Coming up closer, Albert reached his arms around to place his hands on the both you had on the gun, stabilising the position and raising the gun slightly. At this point, the taller man was pressed flush against your backside, feeling his groin up against your behind, his muscular arms nearly closing in on your head.
God how you wondered how built his body was under all of those clothes, imagining what it would be like if he wrapped his hands around your neck while he was fucking you silly. Just on queue of you having these raunchy thoughts, his muscles flexed, showing off his veins, it made your lips quiver.
“Shoot.”
He whispered in your ear, the hot breath fanning against your face as you hesitantly pulled the trigger. Your eyes were closed. The recoil making your hands move upwards and your body tilt slightly backwards, it wasn’t too much as when it occurred. Albert pulled you a little closer, feeling his hardening cock against your ass. Did he know? You decided not to press on it. Repressing a moan as he smothered you even more before pulling away.
He waited in silence.
You finally opened your eyes, one after the other. Gasping as you realised the target was shot right in the middle. Turning around to see the man with his arms folded and a very obvious smirk plastered on his lips.
“That’s how it’s done.”
He shrugged, taking a mere step closer to you, he was pulling you in like a magnet and it was getting harder and harder not to attract to him.
“Do I not get a thank you from my favourite girl?”
Coming up even closer, he grasped your chin between his finger and thumb, grazing over your pump bottom lip with the gloved digit. The silence was killing the both of you, the eye contact raising the sexual tension.
Suddenly, you pulled him in by wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him finally. Relieving all that pent up lust you had for him, and then realising what you did, you pulled away.
“I’m sorry.”
You mumbled, before you got pulled back into the kiss, Albert placing a hand behind your head to deeply capture your lips between his. Hooking his hand under your thigh, the blond man raised you to his hips, slamming you on the booth table that you previously were shooting in.
The kiss was heated, saliva dribbling down the both of your chins, mixing as it went on. His hands moved from your head and thigh, to the waist band of your cargos. You stopped him, breaking the kiss momentarily.
“But what if someone comes in? Or hears us?”
You shyly looked up at him with your hand placed delicately on his. At that he nearly lost all self control just from that innocent look you gave him. Brushing your face with his hand, it trailed back down to your pants.
“Then we’ll have to be quiet.”
He grinned, locking lips with you once more, it was his plan to drown out the sounds he was definitely expecting to hear. Continuing to undo the belt of your cargos, pulling them down your waist with a few tugs to reveal your near soaked underwear. Albert clicked his tongue against his teeth, smirking at your arousal. He then took off his glove to his right hand.
Moving the fabric aside to get access to your folds, he immediately plunged one finger into your warmth, curling his fingers at the right angle to hit that sweet spot. Each brush of his digit made you break the silence with a gentle moan, his pace was slow, his thumb coming up to circle at your sensitive clit.
Both hands were placed against the table, keeping you from falling back as your back arched upwards, hips rolling into his fingers. As he pushed another finger through into your pussy, your moans got progressively louder, digging your face into your supervisor’s neck to try and muffle your pleasure.
Practically putty in his fingers, you felt your climax closer than ever. You gave his arm a squeeze to notify him as if you tried to speak, it would only come out in gasps and strained moans. Albert understood, pulling his fingers out of your tightness, you whined, though it soon became clear what he wanted to do.
Taking down his pants to pool around his knees, and revealing his hardness which felt relieved from finally being released from his pants and underwear. Then bringing the hand that was coated in his juices, he smeared them over his length, guiding it up to your entrance.
He was as big as you imagined.
Looking down at you to ask if you were ready which you meekly nodded at, finding it absolutely adorable, Albert chose not to ram into you yet but insert himself at a comfortable rate. It was a stretch at first, small whimpers escaping your lips but as you finally sheathed him inside of you, your vocals betrayed your sealed lips, a lustrous moan escaping and fell against Wesker’s ears.
“Shh..Sh shh.. That’s it babygirl.. Take your Captain’s cock.”
Albert started to upwardly thrust into you, his length bulging in your stomach, you could see the small mound it made each time he thrusted into you. Moving your arms to around his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist to stop just sitting there and looking pretty.
Purring sweet nothings into your ear, he began to pick up the pace, his skin brushing against your clit each time his hips collided into yours.
He had dreamed of this. Maybe dreams do come true.
“My good girl.. taking me so nicely. You’ve always been my favourite. Do you like how I fuck you?”
Your answer was a weak but eager nod, scratching the fabric of his tactical vest, begging for more.
You were his good girl.
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Just wanted to make a post to brag on my mama and reiterate how thankful I am for her. She is an amazing mum but an even better granny! She's so in her element and is dedicated to pouring into and constantly nurturing us, a constant reminder of God's goodness in our lives! (I do have permission to post my niece and nephew!)
abbeyh She really is superwoman!
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tablovest I won the best MIL award! TJ and Ember love granny and so do we!
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coldfanbou · 5 months
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The Best Kind of Sound
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Dahyun has a real problem with hearing some...naughty sounds for day 20.
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Dahyun x freader
You walked beside Dahyun, holding her hand as you walked through the busy streets. She has music playing through her headphones. Her head bounces from side to side as she enjoys what you put on. You look for something else to play her when you remember the audio you recorded the night before. You put it in the queue, and the last song comes to an end. Dahyun cocks her head to the side before gazing at you with a curious look. Her face was scrunched as she tried to figure out what was playing. You continue walking, glancing at her a little later; she’s biting her lip, and you feel her grip get tighter. It makes you chuckle; you continue walking with her until you reach a park. You sit beside her and place your hand on her thigh. Her pale skin looked beautiful in the sun, and you stared at her rigid figure. Checking your phone, you knew what part she reached. Dahyun was listening to your moans from the previous night. She wore headphones playing the sounds from the sex you had with her yesterday. Right now, the most prominent sound was your moans as she ate you out. 
Your hand on her thigh was making her crazy; the soft squeezes made her sweat. You move your hands onto her hips and blow air onto her neck as you lean in. It causes her to shiver. You laugh, seeing her struggle to keep it together; you know she’s becoming aroused just listening to your moans. You kiss her neck, not wanting to attract too much attention from passersby. You look around, ensuring the coast is clear, before placing your hand over her slit. You feel her soaking through her panties. You can’t help but tease her and trace her lips with your middle finger. Dahyun quivers and releases a low moan. She turns to you with a pitiful look on her face. You recognize she wants to remove the headphones but know she won’t. Dahyun is too turned on to take them off. You smile to yourself. 
Grabbing Dahyun’s hand, you rush off in the direction of a bathroom. “Where are we going?” You were having a lot of fun messing with Dahyun. The park had some singular rooms installed, and you knew they would be perfect. You arrive at them and see the first two are occupied, but the third is open. You get Dahyun inside and lock the door behind you. You sit on the toilet and bring Dahyun onto your lap. You pause the recording and take off Dahyun’s headphones. You kept your hands on her waist, digging your fingers into her soft flesh. 
With a devious smile on your face, you start moaning. You get right by Dahyun’s ear and moan her name. “Dahyun, Dahyun, Dahyun!” You moan with an increasing loudness and pitch. Dahyun shudders on your lap, your moan affecting her in ways you couldn’t understand. She lets out a low moan, and her body heats up. “Keep going, keep going. Fuck Dahyun, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum!” You moan into her ear. You feel Dahyun begin rocking in your lap. “Kiss me, Dahyun.” You moan, following that by mimicking the sound. You move from ear to ear with each kiss. Dahyun begins moving faster; you get aroused, feeling her rub against your body. You want to touch her, to grab her tits, to play with her pretty pink cunt, but you resist. You want to see if you can make her cum without touching her. “Cum with me, Dahyun. Cum…Ahh!” You taper out your moan at the end, turning it into a whine, copying the way you do when you cum. Dahyun rests her weight on you; her body shudders, and she fills the bathroom with her voice. You feel satisfied knowing you accomplished your goal. 
You lean to the side and look through your bag. You find a long piece of fabric and wrap it around her head. It was now an impromptu blindfold. You place the headphones back on Dahyun, this time keeping one side off. As the audio starts playing again, this time louder, you pull down Dahyun’s dress enough to free her perky tits and slip your other hand under her panties. You pinch Dahyun’s nipple between your fingers, the light pink color attracting your attention. Your other hand teases her cunt, tracing her puffy lips. Her nectar quickly coats your fingers. You push in slowly at first, making sure to keep quiet so she can hear the sounds her body makes as you push your fingers inside. You push your fingers as far as you can and use your palm to rub her clit. “Listen closely, Dahyun.” You pull your fingers out and push them back in quicker. You can’t help yourself and finger her earnestly; her cunt sucks your finger in, and you become relentless. Your hand slaps against her cunt. Dahyun’s moans grow louder, and pleasure overcomes her. Her walls tighten around your fingers, and she cums on your hand. You keep fingering her; her nectar adds another layer to the sound. 
The wet slapping sound arouses Dahyun; despite having just had an orgasm, she was already nearing another. You begin kissing her neck, your red lipstick marking her.  Dahyun turns her head to the side and looks back at you. You see the pleasure on her face; using your other hand, you pull her closer and kiss her. Making sure it was the sound of your lips smacking into hers was loud. Dahyun’s moans feed her auralism. The intense pleasure makes her cum again; her juices leak onto the floor. Dahyun becomes a bumbling mess; the sounds of the recording and the sound of her being fingered in a bathroom flood her ears. It brings her a constant sense of pleasure, especially because your fingers are curled inside her pussy, when they’re not slapping her cunt that is. “Let’s stop,” She moans weakly. Her body is still being wracked by pleasure; you feel her shudder. “Please! Shit, I’m cumming!” Dahyun moans. Her high-pitched whines fill the room and keep it going. Your fingers slide in and out with enthusiasm, Dahyun’s tightened cunt squeezing them together as she cums again. Your clothes become stained with her nectar, but that’s no problem for you. You’d happily take the trade-off. You just wanted to treat Dahyun with constant orgasms. 
Dahyun rested her tired body against you. You undo the blindfold before kissing Dahyun again. “Mwah. Did you enjoy yourself, Dubu?” Dahyun gives you an annoyed look. It makes you smile; you know she’s unamused with your antics. You put the other headphone back on her when she doesn’t respond. She’s trying to be angry at you, but the sounds of your romp fill her ears and make her horny again. Dahyun takes off the headphones and tries to stand up but falls, her legs still weak from her series of orgasms. 
“We’re going home, and I’m going to punish you.” She says while trying to stand.
“Hmm, I don’t think so. I have the ultimate advantage of not being weak to moans. You crouch over Dahyun and softly moan her name. “Mmm, Dahyun.” You smile, seeing her shake her head. She tries to reach for your pussy, but you playfully slap her hand away. “Dahyun, you’re going to make me cum.” You moan with a teasing smile.
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🦋 — Thigh Riding
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✧ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : ᴅɪʟꜰ!ᴛᴏɴᴏᴡᴀʀɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴍᴀᴛᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
✧ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : ᴛᴏɴᴏᴡᴀʀɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇꜱ
MDNI ✯
❈ Warning : Thigh Riding, fingering (f receiving), breast play, soft dom tonowari, edging, tsaheylu making, dry humping.
❈ Word count : 0.8k proof read.
"word" - dialogue
❈ Note : I loveeeeee Tonowari's thighs omgg those damn thiccc thighs! (I want him to squish my face between them)
❈ Glossary : Tweng - loin cloth, Yawne - beloved, paskalin - sweet berry, Muntxate - wife, mawey - calm
ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ
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Moonlight filtered through the flaps of your mauri as your desperate moans sounded through the thin walls of your shelter, your wet gliding over the expanse of your mate’s thigh, his skin glistening with your juices as your breaths labored with the effort to get some kind of friction, hips rolling over his thick thigh as he squatted in front of your quivering body riding his thigh.
“My My yawne, you really need to cum, huh?” He whispered in your ear as it was pinned back to your skull, your breaths shaking as his large hands rested on your waist, guiding your hips in smooth rolls, moving one of his hands to your heated core, pressing his fingers against your throbbing clit, rubbing circles with them, heightening your already overwhelming pleasure.
“Ummm fuck… wari, kiss me!” your demand was immediately satisfied, lips colliding, his tongue taking over your senses, your languid thrusts on his thigh sent tingles running up your body, the sound of wet slaps of the skin was imprinted into the back of your haze fucked out mind. “What do you want, honey? Tell me, do you want my cock to fill you up? Hmm?” He crooned in the kiss, placing and marking the skin below your chin and Jaw.
Your eyes rolled back in your skull, incoherent words spilling out of your mouth but he took the sign, he leaned back on the wall of your shared mauri, his thigh so wet with your slick that you slipped right down with a yelp at the sudden change of position when he tilted his thighs upward, the mound of your pussy bumping on the joint of his hip, a moan pilling from your plump lips “what was- that for?” you rasped out, grinding your cunt on the tight bulge under his tweng, the bud of your orgasm was just starting to unravel, he groaned throwing his head back pushing down on you down on his tight little problem while gritting his teeth “shhh I need you soakin’ loose for me, honey, when i stretch you open with my cock, i want you nice and loose f’me” his low whispers where enough to send shivers running down your spine.
He quickly slid a hand down burying two digits deep inside your gummy walls, curling and scissoring them until you were a whimpering mess above him, head buried in his chest, hips still moving in fluid motion, fucking yourself on his fingers nice and slow, taking your pleasure, getting more and more vocal as you neared your release, just mere hair length away.
Your pants and whines were music to his ears as they flicked back and forth at your sweet voice, as you begged him for more, voice loud and careless from the amount of pleasure coursing through you, his fingers brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly making stars burst through your vision “wari… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cumm'' you don’t know that was a demand, a plea or a request because you were far too gone to think about it “cum for me, paskalin, let me taste you” as if on command, the coil snapped, gushing over his thick fingers as your head fell over his shoulder, eyes drooping close, sweat beading on your pristine teal skin bathed in fire light “good girl, yawne” he growled massaging and rolling your swollen clit between his fingers, not giving your poor pussy a break, even while you came down your high.
Your breathy moans kept his cock throbbing hard, to intensify the aftermath even more, he connected your Queues together, a series of moans could be heard as he kept you nestled in his lap, toying with your pussy, nipping at your shoulder and neck with a content sigh as this sight was only for him.
He pulled back within a blink of an eye, he laid you down on the mat hovering above you as he trailed a line of kisses from to the base of your throat, to the valley of your breasts, kissing and sucking on one of them while kneading the other roughly, his other hand spreading your legs wide, finally resting it on the plush of your thigh as he nuzzled his hips between them, rubbing his clothed cock against your dripping folds, you groaned as you felt his tightness, your hands coming up and tangling them in his long locks, thrusting your hips up, eyes closed, lips parted, begging for more.
His warm taunting chuckle on the swell of your breast made goosebumps rise on your torso, seeing your desperate need for him to dick you down “mawey, Muntxate, have patience” his hand cupping your wet cunt, sneaking in his middle finger and claiming another desperate whine from you “wari… please!!” another chuckle from him was your only answer from him, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he removed his fingers and his loincloth, brandishing his cock out and pressing it on your folds, coating it with your juices before aligning it with your awaiting hole “you ready, baby girl?” your eager nod made his smirk widen “don’t worry, pearl, we just started for tonight” he chuckled as he pulnged in…
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I wanna be yours! Ch. 12
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(Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet)
(Warning for this chapter: smut, oral(f receiving, loss of virginity, virginal penetration, first time, cockwarming, size difference, talk of past trauma, talks of mating, feelings being revealed, and much more)
A/N: this is the longest chapter I’ve ever written, so please give me feedback. This is my first time writing something like this so I hope you enjoy and I would love to hear your feedback. Love you and you support and most importantly your patience)
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“No! You can’t force me into this!”
“You will be the next Tsahik. It is done” Neytiri informs you. You gawk at both of your parents.
They had inform you will be engaged to be wed to Tarsem. Tarsem is one of the fierce warriors from the clan. He has proved himself many times and you agree he will be perfect to be the next Olo’eyktan. But you didn’t agree to be promised to someone you clearly have no romantic feelings for.
“You can’t do this to me! It’s-“
“Enough! Don’t talk back, Y/n! It’s what’s good for the people” Jake scowls deeply.
Your upper lip twitch, a hiss threatening to spill.
“What about what’s good for me? Have you thought about that?”
Your father sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, “this will be good for you”
“Good for me?! How the hell will this shit be good for me?” Neytiri eyes you warningly, hooking her fingers around your arm to tug you along.
“Hey, lose the attitude before I lose my temper. Where I come from, you’d have that sour face slapped clean off.” Jake warned, earning a sharp glare from your mother.
“Then why don’t you? I know you want to” you coldly remark. Neytiri looked between you and Jake , utterly appalled by what was being said.
“You and Tarsem are engaged to be wed soon. Is this how the future Tsahìk behaves?” Jake says and jabs a finger into your sternum. Neytiri swatted his hand down, hissing at their behavior.
“I never wanted to be Tsahik in the first place!” You shout. Your skin boiling as angry tears fall.
You turn to face your mother, “you were betrothed to Tsu’Tey, were you not?” Jake jaw ticked and your mother seemed taken back by the question.
“Then father came and took you away?”
“Hey!” Jake shouts at defensively, “that’s enough out of you!”
“Or what? You’ll hit me? Fuck you!” You snarl.
“Y/n” Neytiri gasp, she tighten her hand around your bicep, “you forget your place, Ma’daughter”
“Watch your mouth. Or I shut it for ya” Jake growls, “I didn’t raise you to be a fucking brat”
“Ma’Jake”
“Get out of my sight before I lose my temper, young lady” Jake warns you with a look that basically says ‘I dare you to talk back’
“You know what, dad?” You sigh defeatedly.
“What?”
“You protect everyone but you seem to forget to protect the people that’s supposed to mean the most to you” Jake harden gaze slightly falter, but you keep going.
“I’m not a soldier, a comrade, or one of your warriors. I’m your daughter. Someone that needs you. But you can’t even do that. You put others over your own children. You treat us like a squad but we’re your family. You always say ‘I’m a disappointment’ to you and yet you don’t realize how much that hurts to hear from someone who is supposed to be my protector”
Jake and Neytiri watch you with parted lips, Jake holds up a poker face but Neytiri eyes scarce with glossy residue.
“You’re a good Olo’eyktan and husband, dad…” you pause, “But you’re not a good father” with that, you leave, ignoring the way your name is muttered when you do.
Jake watch you scurry off with an emptiness he hadn't felt for a very long time.
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You readied the harness on Rawm, attaching your bow and quiver to it before readying your queue for the connection. “Y/N.” You halted at the voice of Spider. She glanced at him, smiling. “Hey.”
Spider jogs up to you and seems to be in a hurry to catch up to you before you leave.
“What is it?”
Spider stops in front of you with his hands on his knees, taking deep breaths like he had run a marathon. Once he finally calmed his breathing, he stands to his full height and looks up at you.
“I heard what happened” that made you sigh frustratingly and look to your left, facing the outside of the cave.
“The word spread fast, huh?” You laugh bitterly.
“I’m worried about you. I know you didn’t take it well being promised to Tarsem” you shrug nonchalantly.
why would it matter? Your father is dead set on having you betrothed to Tarsem without your consent.
“It doesn’t matter what I feel, Spider. I just have to go through with it, whether I like it or not”
Spider bites the inside of his cheek. He knew you better than that, sometimes better than you knew yourself.
“You don’t have to put up a front with me, you know. You’re my sister, I’m always going to be here for you. No matter what” tears prick I’m the corner of your eyes.
You should’ve known better than try to hide how you really feel, Spider could see right through you. You could never lie to him.
“I know, Spider” you whisper, voice cracking, “I hate this. I hate this so much”
You kneel down in your knees in front Spider, and you let him wrap his around your shoulders, trying to comfort you.
“If I were Na’vi maybe we could go and mate right now so you don’t have to mate with Tarsem” Spider jokes lightly. You snort when you pull back and slightly push at his shoulder.
“Don’t be gross” you smile warmly at him. You know about Spider’s insecurities, you know he hates being human and wishes to be a Na’vi like you. But you love him just the way he is and you wouldn’t change it for the world.
“Spider, you’re more Na’vi than anyone I’ve ever known. Even me. You’ll always be my brother”
“But I’m not-“
“No! You’re mine. Our blood may not be the same, but you’re my family and always will be”
Spider couldn’t look at you feeling a little embarrassed at being vulnerable. You carefully cup his cheek and make him look at you.
“To the sun and the moon and all the stars” you say, Spider smiles up at you and wraps his hand around your wrist.
“Stay true to who you are” he finishes warmly.
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"Is all this really necessary?" You ask, running your fingers along the heavy duty guard secured around Miles' ikran. It was made of a similar material to the Recom's vest, so there was no way it was comfortable.
"It's gear. She likes it."
Cupcake let out a weak screech in disagreement, obviously not liking it. Ikran were meant to have light and form fitting saddles, not pounds of kevlar and gear. You roll your eyes, but smiled when Cupcake nudged at your side, wanting attention and sympathy.
"Seems she likes you too." Miles spares you a glance as he continued to load the side bags with ammo, food, two spare respirators for Spider, and everything else they'd need. Since they now had regular transportation, the Recoms were going to start longer recon missions in the field as they no longer needed to check back into Bridgehead as often.
"Ikran usually aren’t affectionate with anyone other than their bonded Na’vi."
"Well, I do like when you're all lovey dovey with me. Rubbin' off on her like you do me." You easily caught Miles' obvious attempt at a flirtation as you continue tracing the pattern of Cupcakes face.
“If I’m not mistaken. It was you rubbin’ off on me, Colonel” you say, switching your gaze from the ikran to Miles. His back was turned to you , but looks back with an amused grin.
“We headin’ out, boss?” Your spine stiffens hearing Lyle not that far behind you.
You didn’t know how to proceed after that make out session back at their room. You know you’re making it awkward but this was a dangerous territory for you. One is the reason you have a bullet wound on your side and the other is the reason why you’re here and forced to teach them.
You’ve tried to create distance between the two of you. But it’s been hard when you’re near each other 24/7.
“Yeah, get the squad ready”
“Yes, sir” you glance over your shoulder, intending to just to take a peek but Lyle’s eyes are already trained on you.
“You ready, darlin’?” Miles question was enough for Lyle to tear his gaze away from you and move along to his own Ikran.
Switching your gaze from Lyle to Miles. You nod.
“Am I allowed to ride on my own?” You ask.
Miles eyes you with his hands on his hips.
“I won’t fly away if that’s what you’re worried about” you respond, annoyed that he would even think that.
“It’s not like I could” Then you clutched the collar on your neck and jingled it loudly in front Miles.
Miles kisses his teeth with a hard glare towards the collar before looking down at his watch, trying to distract himself.
“Fine, darlin’. I’m putting my trust in you” he points at you with a warning look in his eye.
“Yes Colonel” you smile bright making smiles gaze soften for a moment.
You turn to jog toward the edge of the docks . You yip, summoning Rawm.
Cupcake's jaw dropped slightly as if the animal was excited to hear the noise; the other ikrans around did the same as their heads perked to attention.
Rawm, who soon appeared in front of you. You coo at the Ikran, holding the red and black plate that protruded from the underside of Rawm’s jaw as you stroke her.
“Can I go with you?” You turn to smile down at Spider who is standing close to you, he pats Rawm who chitters at the new affection.
“Is it okay with the Colonel?” You ask before glancing up at Miles, who is busy talking with Lopez and Z-dog.
“I think so” Spider shrugs. You raise an eyebrow at Spider who grin’s sheepishly at you. You couldn’t fight back a smile.
“Fine” you respond. Spider fist bumps the air before climbing on Rawm. You turn towards the Colonel’s directions, cupping your hands around your mouth.
“We’re ready when you are, Colonel” you shout, you heave yourself onto Rawm’s back, with Spider in front of you, you reach behind you to grab your kuru and slid the tendrils of her queue into Rawm’s.
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“Why do I have to fly with you?” You complain for the third time, leaning back against Miles.
Your height difference was perfect - your temple pressed right into the juncture of his shoulder. If he turned even slightly, his lips were at your hair line. Not that he'd thought about it once or twice. Maybe more but that’s besides the point.
“I already told you…” He leaned down to your level, ears pinned back in irritation, “after that stunt you pulled I can’t trust you on your own”
“I said I was sorry..” You mumble, refusing to look at him, actually feeling guilty.
You and Spider thought it would be funny to cut few of the recoms off as a prank, but you didn’t think it through when Rawm pushed Prager off his own Ikran. But it was an accident you swear.
“I promise I won’t do it again” ears pinning to the side of your head, you turn to look up at him with doe eyes.
Miles grins smugly before leaning down close to your ear - so close that you could feel the ghost of his lips on your ear, making you shudder.
“I know you won’t, babygirl” he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. One of his hands sliding up your thigh and fingering at the strap on your hips of your loincloth.
Your breath catches and your eyes widen as your thighs try to squeeze together, combating the rush of arousal that Miles words send straight to your core.
What the hell is wrong with you?
“You’re going to behave, sweetheart? Will you be a good girl for me from now on?” He ask.
“Y-yes” you stammer.
“Yes what?” He taunts.
“Yes sir” Miles pulls his hand away with a pat on your thigh before placing both his hands on your hips.
Damn you, you cocky prick.
After a few moments you couldn’t handle the silence much longer and having Miles hands on you like this.
“Where are we going? Are we there yet?” You ask with bored tone.
“You’ll see, darlin’” he assures.
You lean forward, trying to peer between Cupcake’s neck and wing to survey the terrain a little closer. Miles cursed and tightened his hold on your hips, pulling you farther back along the ikran's neck, as he imagined you slipping off and plummeting into the trees below. He tried not to look down at your bent over form - your ass was almost on full display and pressed into his crotch. Mental images of your bent over for him in other circumstances flooded his mind.
Your hair wasn't pulled back - only the front pieces were pulled back with your hand carved bone pin.
You groan annoyed when your hair wraps around your own face, and pulls it across one shoulder. With the hair secured down, your entire back was exposed.
Over the past few days, Miles and the other had grown used to the amount of skin your outfit reveals, especially the top - which had little coverage across your back. Besides a few cords that secured the front panel down, there was nothing across your entire back. Miles' eyes were drawn your back being littered with scars, some bad, some old.
It was an antagonizing half an hour before Miles finally ordered everyone to land. His blood was pooled at one spot of his body and it certainly wasn't his head.
The moment you touched down, Miles didn't have to worry about the warmth emitting from your body as you slid off the ikran, not even bothering to wait for him to disconnect the bond.
You look around the forest with a large river with a waterfall close by. You turn to look at Miles confused.
Why are we here?
“We’ve been flying a lot longer than we thought. We should camp out here for the night” Miles informs the squad.
They all excitedly start unpacking when Spider walks to your side and you both watch silently.
You notice a familiar ball of fiber in Miles hands. Your eyebrows raise in surprise.
“You kept it?” Miles turn to look at you before looking down at the hammock in his hands.
“It’s useful” Miles shrugs. You admire him, you didn’t think they would have kept it, you assumed he would have thrown them away.
“Hey mami!” You turn away from Miles to Lopez.
“Want to hunt with us?” Lopez points behind him at Ja and Mansk. You glance at Miles and Lyle. Miles seems to be looking at you in the corner of his eye. Lyle shamelessly looking at you as he unpacks.
You turn to look down at Spider. “You’ll be okay on your own?”
Spider smiles at you assuredly, “yeah go ahead, I miss the food from here anyway”
“Okay, I’ll be back soon” you smile before turning and following Lopez to the river.
As the day grew into night, the Recoms had settled around camp. Lopez and Mansk managed to catch two big fish from the river and Spider wanted to show off to the Recoms by demonstrating his cooking skills to everyone over the fire Mansk has built. The dish lacked a few key elements, but it was much better than any type of MRE the RDA had to offer and they couldn't survive on fruit forever.
“So Y/n” Z-dog says out loud which caught everyone’s attention, “I’ve been meaning to ask” she gestures at her own body before pointing yours, “how did you get those?”
“You mean my scars?” You ask with a raise brow. Z-dog nods. You sigh.
“I’m known being a trouble maker back at home. I always end up getting myself into situations that ends me getting hurt” you shrug.
You jerk back when you felt fingers trace over your back, and turn to whoever it was with a defensive hiss with your ears pinned back.
“Sorry” Lopez throws his hands up apologetically. You nodded for him to continue, your eyes squeezing shut as you inhaled a deep breath.
“I remember the ones on your back were fresh when we first took you. How did you get those?” Your ears peek at the question and you met the ember eyes of the man who had his lips on yours 2 days ago.
“I got them from the train tracks” you admit. Miles frown at the information you have given.
“Train tracks” Miles whispers under his breath until realization dawns on him and turns to look at you, “you were there when Sully hit the mag train”
“Yeah, I was too close when one of your Gunships starts launching missiles at us”
“What the hell were you doing there?” Miles growls, surprising himself from his reaction.
“Cause of Lo’ak” responds Spider. Catching Miles attention.
“Who?”
“Lo’ak. My younger brother. The one you had at knifepoint back at the shack” at the reminder, Miles looks down at his hands, trying to force down the guilt he’s been feeling.
“The one that flipped me off” Miles snorts. Yeah there’s no mistake Sully is the father of the kid. He got guts, he can respect that.
“Lo’ak is much of a trouble maker than I am. He wanted to be near the raid when we were supposed to be the look out. He went against order. I followed him. That’s when it happened” you mindlessly roll the beads of your songcord in between your thumb and forefinger, “We ran to get away, a missile was launched straight towards us, I didn’t have time to think, So I pushed him out of the way and I got hit instead. I got pretty banged up and got scolded for it” you roll your eyes when the memory of your father scolding you flashes in your mind.
“You’re the oldest?” Ask Ja.
Since you’ve been with them, they never really ask anything personal, it’s not because they didn’t want to more because they didn’t want to tick you off, afraid they’ll set you off at the time.
“Yeah I’m the oldest of five children”
“Five?” Shouts Lopez, you jump back in surprise by Lopez reaction.
“Lopez!” Scolds Miles.
“Sorry sorry” Lopez waves Miles off making him roll his eyes at him, “Damn, imagine still being with the same woman for that long, have that many kids and still love them”
You look at Lopez confused, what did he mean by that? Are humans rituals different?
“Na’vi mate for life” Spider says. That catches everyone attention.
“Life?” Ask Prager.
“Like I said before. Tsaheylu. The bond, is one of the most important thing a Na’vi can have access to when wanting to connect with the world and nature around us. and that includes each other” you watch as each of them look at each other before grabbing onto their own kuru.
You heard giggling on your left side and see Lopez and Prager jokingly push each others queues a little to close and pull them back when the tendrils slightly graze each other
“Hey!” You slap the back of Lopez head and pull on his ear, making him wince in pain.
Everyone watches you in amusement, fighting back grins, a few looks at Miles to see if he’ll stop you but surprisingly they see him smiling fondly at you and let you torture Lopez.
“Shit!” He winced, “ow, ow, ow, okay okay, I’m sorry”
“You yet to understand how deep and sacred a bond is, Skxáwng. you won’t be able to look at anyone else, you’ll be obsessed” you finally let go of his ear.
Lopez pouts as he touches the back of his ear and tries to soothe it. You look over at Prager who quickly covers his ears to avoid getting his ears pulled next.
“Once you make Tsaheylu, Muntxa si is connection to you, them, Eywa and no one else! It is honouring and making new life. You will not be able to mate with another both spiritually and physically”
The recoms listen tentatively, they don’t know much about the Na’vi culture or their traditions. They didn’t think the Na’vi mate for life, or they didn’t think much of them at all to bother learning their ways, until now that is when you came along.
“What would happen if they accidentally connected their braids? You’re saying they’ll be mates for life?” Jokes Ja, making a few chuckle, you frown at their childishness.
“Yes” that made them shut up real fast, they look at you with wide eyes,"You mate and once the bond is complete, it is a bond for life. It is a connection unlike any other. Once you share the deepest, most intimate part of yourself there is no going back. No action or amount of distance could manage to break the bond, only death."
Ja nudges your shoulders with a snicker, "so, you gettin' down and dirty with anyone before you mate?” The word felt foreign on his tongue as he ask the question.
“No” you respond with an eyeroll.
“You don’t fool around with anyone before mating? You know, have a taste of anyone else?” Ask Z-dog.
"Your culture is very strange. The Na’vi do not mate until they find the one, that what makes Tsaheylu very special for mated pairs” you wish to have that intimate experience with the one you choose for the rest of your life but sadly you won’t experience that instead you’ll be mated to someone you have no feelings for.
“And you’ll mate with this Tarter guy?” Lyle waves his hand. You deadpan at him, you know he’s saying Tarsem’s name wrong on purpose.
“Yes. My father made arrangements for me to be mated to Tarsem”
“Arrangement? Wait a minute,” Miles holds out a hand towards you, he pauses as he tries to process what you said, “you’re telling me you’re having an arrange marriage? What are we in the 1800’s?” He laughs in disbelief. He thought you were possibly in love with the guy to want to mate with him. He never thought Sully would be the type to force his daughter to be with someone.
You look at Miles confusingly, you don’t understand the human innuendo.
“Arranged marriages are quite common in our culture, more for the future Tsahik and Olo’eyktan” you respond.
“Atleast Jake didn’t make you have a third. Remember he almost wanted to wed you to Nanti” Spider shifts in his seat next to you before looking at you.
The memory of Nanti makes you roll your eyes, of course you remember. How can you not? Your father thought it would be good to have two Tsahik and one Olo’eyktan in the clan. Originally he wanted you and Nanti together and added Tarsem but you and Nanti didn’t get along. She was too controlling and jealous. You were glad your father ended the arrangement with Nanti.
“That a Na’vi thing, darlin’? Takin’ on a third?” Miles ask.
“Wait a sec… Polyamorous is a thing here?” Ask Ja in surprise.
“Polyamorous is unheard of but it’s uncommon. It’s rare but it could happen. But it’s best if they mate together” you explain. The recoms look at you confused. This was new and interesting information. They’ve never heard the Na’vi could have more than one mate.
“What do you mean?” Ask Z-dog
“They’ll have to mate at the same time. Two cannot mate then mate with the third or the fourth. That’s misplacing and disrespecting them in the mating ritual” you explain. You watch as the faces of recoms go deep in thought.
Everyone was listening intently at this point. After all, their job was to learn, absorb, and apply knowledge regarding the Na'vi to fulfill their mission. The Recoms were silent, processing the information. Rather than seeing how these mating bonds are the ultimate form of weakness within the Na'vi community, most of them became envious of the utter devotion mates have for eachother.
You didn’t realize how little they really know about the Na’vi, you might have taught them your ways but only the basics, not the culture or traditions.
“Soooo…” Lopez drags out, sparing a glance at Miles and Lyle, “what I’m hearing is you’re a virgin”
You gasps dramatically, eyes widening in disbelief at his giggling face. You hit Lopez shoulder with the back of your hand, “that is none of your business, Lopez!”
Lopez grins as he holds your wrist to avoid being slapped by you again, “I’m not hearing a no” he cheekily responds.
“Gah” you sneer when you pull your wrist out of his grip, Lopez laughs heartily, the corner of your mouth twitching. You know Lopez is just teasing you.
You move to stand up and dust yourself off, you were already walking away when Miles calls for you, “where you going?”
You pause half in the darkness “I’m going to the river to wash up. Do I need your permission to do so, Colonel” you sass. Miles grins as he licks his canines.
“Don’t be a brat” he lightly scolds you “you’re not going alone” he nods towards Lyle, “Lyle go with her”
You cross your arms over your chest, “I’m not going to make a run for it” you snarl. Miles outstretch his arm towards you a way to tell you to calm down, he means no harm.
“That’s not why, darlin’, it’s dark out. It’s for your safety, there could be predators out there” Your harden gaze soften at that, maybe you had reacted a little to fast.
You turn your gaze to Lyle who is already making his way towards you. You don’t know how to feel being alone with him again after what happened last time, you’ve been ignoring him for the past 2 days.
“C’mon baby, let’s go” Lyle places his hand on your lower back and gently pushes you forward.
The walk to the river is awkwardly silent. You’re lost in your thoughts, Meanwhile, Lyle ambles along at your side, matching your pace perfectly. He’s equally as quiet, but he keeps darting looks at you out of the corner of his eyes. Lyle is many things, but he’s never been subtle as long as you’ve known him.
By the time you reach the river, hardly a word has been shared between the two of you. Lyle stops mid step as he watches you kneel down near the river.
Lyle has started tapping his fingers against his thigh, and the frequency of his glances have increased yet again. He clears his throat, and finally speaks up.
“You’ve been ignoring me”
Your ears perk up at attention to his direction, you look over you shoulder, making eye contact with Lyle, you see the saddening and the longing look in his eye, it almost made you feel guilty. You didn’t think it would affect him this much.
“I wasn’t” you deny before going back to washing your hands, splashing water on your arms.
Lyle bitterly lets out a chuckle, shaking his head, “you’re lying to me now?”
You ignore him and don’t bother to respond and he doesn’t like that, not one bit.
“It’s because of what I am, isn’t it?” Hearing the clear insecurity in his voice, you turn your body sideways to look at him.
“What?”
“Don’t play dumb, Y/n” his tone getting a little more aggressive. You were taken back by his tone. Not once has he ever raised his voice at you.
Hearing your name coming from his mouth sounds foreign to you, this is the second time he said your name but this time it sounds like it hurts him to say it.
“Is it cause I’m a sky demon? Is that it? I’m not good enough for you?” He says, the bitterness in his tone is very apparent.
“No! That’s not it at all! How can you think that?” You practically beg. You stand up abruptly and take a cautious step towards him
“How can I not? You’ve been ignoring me like I have some kind of disease or something” he practically shouts.
You could feel yourself cowering back. You can’t do this right now. This was a mistake, something that shouldn’t have happened.
“It shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake” you drop your gaze, mentally berating yourself.
“Mistake?” Lyle lets out a breath of disbelief and turns away from you, “You can’t honestly tell me you didn’t feel anything”
You pick up your head and see the pain in his eyes, more apparent than ever.
“Lyle,I can’t do this right now” you shake your head, you move your legs to attempt to walk around him but he instantly grabs you by your arm and pushes your back roughly into the closet tree.
You look up at Lyle with wide eyes. He has that crazed and determined look clear on his face.
You attempt to pull yourself away but his arm was like a cage around you, unbudging. Your eyes looked up at his begging to be released.
He let you go after a few more moments of you struggling. Letting his hands fall on your hips, he gently strokes your hip with his thumb, his way of apologizing for being a little too rough with you.
“Something changed between us, and I know you can feel it too” Lyle says, after a few seconds of neither of you speaking.
“No. Lyle, please don’t” you practically beg, pushing at his chest to let you go.
“Why? Cause you’re afraid to admit your feelings?” He presses on.
“It’s not that simple” you can feel anger boiling inside of you. Tears coming down your face as you shake your head.
“It is that simple” your hands starts pushing and hitting at his chest.
“No it’s not!” You shout at him, Lyle grabs onto your wrist to stop you from hitting him.
“Why not? Tell me!” He shouts, the anguish in his voice hurting you even more, all the while he struggles to hold you in place.
“The whole point I’m even here is for you to hunt down my father!” you cry out as you manage to pull your arms out of his grip, “it’s wrong of me to fall for my father’s enemies”
“I stop giving a shit about Sully a long time ago!” Lyle says, anger seeps through, almost like he wants you to understand.
“Why are you doing this to me? Is this some sick game you’re trying to pull on me?” You sob. No, you can’t let anything come of this. This is wrong.
“For fucks sake Y/n” he breathes out, clearly frustrated with you, “I’m trying to tell you I’m falling in love with you”
“No.” You shake your head, not wanting to believe Lyle could feel that way about you.
“Baby…” Lyle whispers as he tries to reach for you but your mind is completely lost.
“You’re not capable of such things” you cry out, pushing his hands away from you.
Lyle uses both hands to cup your face and forces you to look up at him, his gaze softening seeing the tears slide down your cheeks, with his thumb he wipes them away.
“I am capable of anything for you, never doubt the power you have over me” he whispers to you before leaning his forehead on yours, “I would leave everything for you”
Your hands planted softly on his face, pressing your forehead against his. He bumped his nose with yours, taking one of your wrists and mouthing your erratic pulse tenderly.
“You don’t know what you’re saying” you timidly pressed your palm against Lyle’s chest. You pushed him back with all the strength you could muster, eyes blown wide as he stared down at you.
“I know exactly what I’m saying, I only felt this way about one other person, and I never told them. I’m not making that same mistake with you” he responds, moving his hands to your hips. Not once taking his eyes off you.
“There is no woman out there quite like you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. When I think about you, try to describe what comes to mind, I’m left speechless. No matter what I say I don’t think there’s words that could ever describe the way you laugh and how your smile lights up a room that makes me feel alive. You are a breath of fresh air, pure, honest, and loveable air.” The way he says it sounds so poetic, it makes your heart flutter. Feeling flustered, you looked away to avoid Lyle’s gaze.
“Baby, look at me.” He cups your jaw to make you look at him, “If you don’t feel the same, tell me. Look me in the eyes and tell me” He whispers, not being subtle when his eyes darted down to your mouth, watching your teeth bite into your bottom lip.
“Please, baby. I have to hear you say it” he begs in his raspy voice.
“I can’t”
“Why not?” he breaths out.
“Cause I’m falling for you as well” you finally admit. Lyle sighs in relief.
Bringing one arm up to your chin, he lifts you face more to him, leaning forward to softly kiss your lips.  His face stays too close to yours, but nothing touches.  “Lyle?”
“Yes, baby?” with every syllable you feel his lips push up against yours, and you want him closer to you.
“Kiss me again. Please.”  Lyle’s hand glides around your neck, the hand on your hips pull you even closer to him until every part of your front is touching him.  His lips crash into yours.  Peppering kisses onto you until he stills, his tongue tickles around your lips, and you open your mouth, granting him access. Lyle took the opportunity to press his tongue into your mouth, exploring your taste and groaning at your willingness to accept the intrusion.
Needing to feel even closer to him, you move to wrap your arms around his neck, stroking your fingers on the back of his head.  Sliding his hands down your body, he cups your nearly bare ass, lifting you up to him.  At the feeling of his tented pants, you mewl.  “Oh baby, we’ve barely even got started,” the deepness of his voice makes you choke up, unaware of how with just the sound of a voice could make heat pool in your belly.
His mouth left your lips to explore the rest of your face. He began by leaving open mouth kisses along the sides of your face before nipping at the base of your ears. The sensation had your movements momentarily pause as your own pleasure took precedence. "Lyle..."
You could feel the lust pooling in your stomach and quickly migrating downward. You may not have been mated, but you knew what it felt like to touch herself. The touch of another was foreign, but that familiar feeling was mounting even without direct stimulation.
Lyle bit at the base of your neck before licking over the reddened area. He didn't break skin, but if he used any more power he would've easily drawn blood. The sensation of his teeth dragging over your neck satisfied something primal within both. Your head lulled to the side to give him more access - a clear display of trust and want.
He mentally curses at the colt around your neck, disturbing him to claim you even more.
After allowing Lyle to continue for a minute, you pull back as his mouth chased after your skin. Your eyes were blown wide with lust, glimmering as the night light of the forest danced along your skin, deepening the shadows of your features. A glistening trail of saliva covered the entire right side of your neck, running from your collar one to your ear as light bruising was intermittently laid out. The sight had Lyles' pants reach a level of uncomfortable tightness. Your free hand pulled at his vest, despising the gear from keeping his chest out of reach.
Once he was within reach, you returned his favor from earlier, tentatively pressing a soft kiss to the base of his jaw before growing bolder and left sloppy, wet kisses up and down the base of his neck. Lyle groans - how could someone so sweet do this? His hand released your neck and found purchase on your waist, kneading and squeezing at the soft flesh. With the newfound range of motion, you were able to reach up and bite at the base of his ears as well. Lyles' knees nearly buckled at the sensation - the way his fingers tightened around your waist was going to leave fingerprints for a day or two.
"Fuck, baby."
Both of your pupils were blown wide - a side effect of the dim lighting and the lust building in each of your systems. Before Lyle made a move to further your little dance, he hastily unlatched his vest as the material suddenly became constricting.
You smiled before Lyle slowly lower you down onto the ground, his knees in between your legs, keeping your thighs spread, ready to ravage you for all you’re worth. He wasn't going to stop till you were shaking on the ground from too much. He needed you as much as you needed him.
Your hair splayed out beneath you - you looked like the sun. Bright and warm. An essential part of life - you were an essential to his life now.
“Baby, I can’t have you passing out on me,” Lyle’s fingers untie your top, pulling it aside to get a full view of your breasts.  Cupping and fondling them until his mouth sucks on each nipple.  His tongue circling around until they’re hard and pebbled.  His eyes roll up to look at you, but his lips still trail down your body, and you’re overwhelmed by every touch.
Lyle smirks as he slowly traveled down your torso, pressing a sloppy wet kiss at the base of your sternum, “You drive me crazy, baby."
His lips kiss at your stomach, leaving a trail of saliva as he licked up the sweat that collected earlier in the day. You shiver as the moisture cooled instantly in the cool of the night. Lyle pause at the base of your naval before hovering there to glance up at the writhing woman who begged for him to return. Your hands found their way to the back of his head, trying to push it against you but he resisted the temptation to continue teasing you.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby”
You could barely form the words, your rebuttal coming out as breathy pleas for his touch, "please, Lyle, I need more."
Lyle nipps at your freshly exposed hip bone, “don't you worry - I'm going to take care of you."
You try to help as Lyle slips the rest of the fabric down your legs. Once rid of your loincloth, Lyle travels back up your legs, beginning at your ankles. Light touches and soft kisses were a juxtaposition to the harsh squeezing and bites as he passed over your knees. As he grew closer to the apex of your thighs, he could smell your arousal. You shifted against the ground in attempts to entice him into doing what you wanted, but there was no need for that. Lyle felt like he was already drunk off your pussy without experiencing it yet.
He inhaled sharply and peeled his gloves off, before throwing them aside.
The way your entire body twitches in excitement as he trailed his index finger along the inside of her thigh. The way your head would roll back and your back arched slightly off the ground, making the dark bruises around the base of your throat more apparent. He loved it all.
You whimper, slightly grinding into Lyles' hand, "Lyle, please."
"Gotta stretch you out first, baby, can't go hurtin' you," Lyle kiss your clavicle, feeling your heart racing in your chest. His voice trailed off, "wouldn't forgive myself."
Holding eye contact, Lyle ran a single finger up the length of your slit before slowly pressing inside, meeting little resistance as your slick eased the entry. He remained slow, especially as your face twinged in mild discomfort as one of his fingers was the thickness of two of your own. Lyle took your pleasurable whimper to continue, beginning to pump the single finger before adding another once your face relaxed.
"Shhh," Lyle hushes you, his large arms curl around your upper thighs and you were sharply yanked down towards him, "I want to taste you. If you'll let me."
Your eyes widen in desire as Lyle starts placing small kisses on your stomach, caressing the soft, rounded curves of your body with his tongue until he's between your legs, staring up at you ravenously.
He lets out a content sigh bathed in lust as he kisses the inside of your thigh, reigniting that fire his fingers had stoked. He kisses up the inside of your leg, closer and closer. So close you can feel the warmth of his breath on your aching pussy.
Lyle’s ember eyes meet yours for a moment, then they're gone, and you let out a moan of indescribable pleasure as Lyle’s warm tongue meets the heat of your pussy, sliding between its folds as he buries his nose against your clit.
Parted your lips the only thing that was released was a guttural groan when a warm mouth enveloped your throbbing clit.
"Lyle!" you whine.
Lyle licks and kisses your folds, occasionally letting his tongue dive between your slick folds to lap at the wetness there.
"Mmm, God Y/n you're so sweet," Lyle moans, using his teeth to gently take your clit between his lips. Your back arches in response and you let out a cry of pleasure as his tongue dances across the sensitive nerves, sending rivets of white-hot pleasure up your back, causing your vision to blur.
Jerking your hips and grinding it slightly, your hands flung forward to grasp Lyle’s wrists. You can feel Lyle smile against your heat, and your grip around his wrist tightens as his tongue dips deeply into your core, plunging into your entrance for the first time and wasted no time exploring.
Your hips spasm as you thrust against the feeling of his hot, slick tongue inside you - your walls squeezing tightly as your back arches.
"H-Hey, ah~!" Your breath was caught in your throat when his thick appendage purposefully grazed over both the shallow and deep sensorial spots inside of your walls.
Your grip on his wrists tightens as you tugged him harder - closer - against your cunt. Lyle let out a soft shaky whine and the hold he has on your thighs was almost unbearably tight.
"Mmmm," Lyle moans, his hands finding your hips as he pulls you even deeper onto his tongue.
"Fuck, Lyle, please," you beg. "I-....I need more," you plead.
Lyle obeys, and your eyes roll back as his cheeks hollow. He sucks and laps at your slick arousal, groaning in pleasure as he sends vibrations through your entire body - drinking from you as if desperate.
Your eyes clench shut as the pressure of Lyle’s tongue penetrating into you had your stomach fluttering. Your toes curled, thighs fighting to be released from his tight hold that was around your thighs.
His tongue reaches all the way down inside of you and tenderly stroked the soft entrance to your womb. You had never felt such a sensation, no this was something else - foreign.
Your stomach tightened and the muscles in your legs flexed. The overstimulation was begging to become overwhelming and you wanted him to stop so you could catch your breath.
However, Lyle did the exact opposite. He pulls away his tongue to swallow the juices he had accumulated before driving it inside deeply and basically stealing your natural lubrication.
The tugging on his wrists only grew harsher the more the ache in your belly grew. Lyle growls in such a low wavelength you almost wouldn't have heard it if it were not for the moan stuck in your throat.
Cool sweat coated your skin while your hair stuck to your jaw and the back of your neck.
Lyle’s tongue was like heaven with the way passion jolted and spread up your abdomen and legs. You were consumed in a hazy lust, entrapped in intense eros that had your tongue lying heavy in your mouth.
Drool dribbled down the corner of your lips and slid down the sides of your jaw. Your eyes were practically rolled into the back of your head as you ground against his face.
The sharp pointed edge of Lyle’s teeth lightly grazed over your clit that was beating like a nervous heart.
It instigated this feeling in your lower abdomen, it was a pulsating sensation that was growing stronger by the second, alerting you of your nearing climax.
Your throat was dry, your neck muscles ached from the strain, and you felt fatigued. It was already such a long and hard day that the slightest bit of energy you possessed was being seeped out of you.
With the nearing of your climax, your spine had a small divet in it that was arching off the ground. Your legs that were still forced into the mating press jolted and twitched in Lyle’s massive hands.
Lyle suddenly hums and graze his sharp teeth over your clit while his tongue inside of you still wiggled about.
Your hips bucked against his face. You were so close.
The feelings you were experiencing were unspeakable. All you knew was that everything just felt so good but so overstimulated.
You were approaching a beautiful release, right at the edge of the cliff where you'd plunge into a reservoir of dazing fulfillment.
And when Lyle forces your hips to grind against his face, your org*sm collided against your nerves and flushed all through your body, surging through your bloodstream while pounding your head with white bliss.
"N-Ngh, ah~!" You cry louder than you should have, bellowing out within the forest that you were sure anyone close by could hear.
Your stomach contracted, and the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. You clenched as tightly as you could, squeezing down on Lyle’s tongue.
You let out a loud gasp as Lyle slides two fingers inside you beneath his tongue, pumping them in and out as he never stop sucking and licking sending you into a dizzying spiral of sensations.
“Lyle” you cry out, your hand fisting his wrists as your hips thrust against his tongue. You throw your head back in ecstasy, bringing your other hand to your mouth to muffle your scream of pleasure as you release on Lyle's face, twitching and spasming as Lyle eats out your orgasm, his lips never leaving your sensitive folds.
You could feel that familiar build deep with your stomach. In the few times you experimented and touched yourself before, it had never felt like this - never this good or building this quickly.
With your spine arching from your climax, you lay your head back against the grass floor with your lips parted.
Unadulterated euphoria that displayed on your face was something that you would have been embarrassed to ever show anyone, but at the moment you didn't give a damn.
You were blundering mess from his tongue. Literally, you were seeing stars with your eyes that were still rolled into the back of your head.
If Lyle could have you like this just with his mouth, who's to say what you would become if he used anything else.
As you basked in your afterglow, Lyle devours the liquids of your climax, greedily consuming your essence as if it was the air he needed to breathe.
You pant, gently pulling on his wrists to bring him back up your body. But Lyle gives you two more stubborn sucks, causing you to jerk and shudder beneath him. It had you shaking profoundly underneath him, fidgeting from your oversensitivity.
You glance down at Lyle, holding his eye contact as he made his way back up. He was much slower on the return, nipping and biting at certain patches of skin, as he crawls up your naked body, placing wet kisses all over your skin along the way until he reaches your neck. But you turn your head at the last moment, catching his lips with yours as Lyle hums in surprise.
As you pull back, you admire how your juices linger his face, his entire lower face still covered in your arousal. And you feel a small, heated flutter between your legs once more.
Lyle reaches behind your head and gently caress his fingers over your kuru, making you shiver in anticipation. “Don’t” you whisper.
Lyle instantly removes his hand, respecting your wishes and boundaries.
Lyle grabs you by the hips, pulling you closer against him. Your weeping cunt pressed against his own hardened member, trapped under layers of clothing.
He stands up leaning back on his knees, he untucks his shirt from his belt and peels the shirt off his skin. Your eyes can’t decide where it wants to look at, constantly changing locations on Lyle’s muscular body.  Discarding the shirt before unbuttoning his pants, smirking at you nearly drooling over him.  Watching intently when he removes his boxers, his cock finally on full display and you gasp.  “It’s okay, baby, you can handle it.”  With the size of him, you’re not sure.  Your body trembles as he kneels down between your spread legs.
“H-hold on,” you tell him breathless.  Lyle stops his movement.  Adjusting himself to hover over your body.  Resting himself on his forearms his face is right at yours.
“You, okay?”
Lyle still lingers over you.  His golden ember eyes soft as he watches your face.  “Baby, we can stop.”
“No! I don’t want to stop. Please don’t stop” you say breathlessly.
Balancing his weight on one arm, Lyle bent over your torso to move closer to your head. Your eyes were entranced by his every move - his single arm wasn't straining in the slightest, even though he was balancing hundreds of pounds of muscle on the single limb.
Once close enough, Lyle hums again, nudging his nose against your cheek to move your head as he wish. You completed instantly.
“Jesus Christ, baby. You’ll be the death of me." he gives a soft kiss on your lips in which you hum, eyes fluttering shut. he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before guiding it to your wet entrance while putting his other palm beside your head to support his weight. He rubs his tip along your little bundle of nerves before slapping his cock against you.  The quick jolts of your body has him even more excited.
You bite down on your lower lip trying to suppress a moan when he slides the tip up and down your cunt. mumbling a low ‘fuck’ at the slicky sound of your wet cunt. another loud groan rumbles off his chest when his cock slips in. Lyle stays still for a while before he sits up straight, hooking his hands underneath your knees, telling you to wrap your legs around his waist.
“I’m gonna go slow, okay?” you nod, holding tightly onto his biceps.  Sliding his tip through your walls, you freeze, body stiff, as tears sting your eyes.  “Relax,” his voice grunts out.  You try, you really do, but your body is just tense.  Feeling every centimeter of his cock while it slowly slides in.
The tears escape your eyes with the pain of his girth stretching you out.  “I’m sorry, baby.  You can take it.  I’m only halfway.”
“Lyle,” you whimper.  You wince a little, wriggling uncomfortably as Lyle pushes further in. 
“It’s okay,” he reassures you gently.
“It hurts.” 
“I know, baby,” he kisses you again, deep and slow, “it’s gonna a little, but you’re doin’ so well. Almost there. Just relax.” 
At that, he snakes a hand between you, using his thumb to slowly massage your clit, still tingly from your orgasm. Everything instantly loosens inside you and he slips the rest of the way in with a stifled moan. 
“Oh good girl,” he emphasizes, placing another kiss to your lips. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah, m’just… full.”
Removing his hand from your clit, while holding his position, he kisses away your tears.  “Such a good girl for me.  You’re doing so well baby”
His girth was the hardest to overcome, stretching you further than you’d ever been able to achieve on your own. There was a dull ache in your pelvis as he finally settled in.
Unknowingly, your vaginal muscles tensed as he pressed forward to the hilt, “fuck."
He was finally close enough that you could kiss him, trying to distract yourself from the ebbing pain as you grew accustomed to his length. He was more than happy to comply, but paused to suck in a breath each time your walls squeezed around him.
“Breathe, baby. Relax for me.” Lyle gently encourages you as he pulls away from your lips and on command, you take in a big gulp of air. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. you feel incredible.”
You blink back tears as you focus on your breathing, a shaky exhale of air that escapes your heaving chest while you are slowly split open by his heavy cock. It’s moderately painful, the way the foreign object coaxes your tight walls into expanding around it, unmistakably different from the accustomed stretch of his thick fingers, but with it a warm and inviting sense of unfamiliar pleasure lies just within your grasp.
“Good girl. You’re doing so well.” He praises with heavy pants. His fingers digging into your quivering thighs are sharp, almost possessive in nature as he lays claim to your body, molding your virgin cunt into a perfect home for his thick cock. His advice serves as a reminder to both you and himself as you squeeze unforgivingly tight around him. “Just relax, baby.”
Lyle huffs, his grip leaving your thighs to tangle with your fingers against the grass, dropping his head to lay in the crook of your neck while he remains snug within you. You can feel him twitching inside of you, so unfathomably deep you’re sure he’s greeting your insides, you can only spasm in consequence as he kisses along your hypersensitive skin.
“You look beautiful like this. So full of me. Does it feel good, baby?”
You nod weakly as you whimper out incomprehensible sweet nothings.
“Shh, shh.” His thumb brushes gently along your cheek as he observes your disheveled state. The unabashed, unwavering amount of love, trust, and desire he finds pooling in your teary eyes leaves him breathless as he silently vows to care for you the rest of his days. To leave you rightfully worshipped and satisfied as he makes love to you for the first time, and surely not the last.
“Ready for me, baby?” Lyle softly whispers.
“please move.” You nod, he retreats slowly. You feel weird as he slips out, like your pussy needs him back. When he slides back in, it’s a little easier, but there is still some resistance the further he gets.
As he fills you all the way, you feel the weight of his pelvis. It’s a strange sensation, but one you already sort of enjoy, and you begin to anticipate it.
Lyle repeats the process ten more times, speeding up a little with each thrust, and you can feel yourself relaxing more and more as dull pain slowly melts into pleasure.
“Lyle” gasp out when he thrusts a little harder. “Oh, fuck.”
“You like that, baby?” You nod immediately. 
“Want me to do it again?” 
“Yes, please”
He does— gently at first until he’s fucking you at a pace that makes your cunt ache. You can feel your wetness drip around him each time he pulls out, and when he drives back inside you, it helps aid his momentum, filling you entirely to the root.
The movement caused your eyes to clench shut, but he continued as your muscles became more relaxed. Once those sweet little sounds started to spill from your mouth, Lyle took it as a sign that he could dial it up a notch.
You gargled between thrusts, your entire body shifting along the ground as the momentum pushes you upwards, "Lyle... you - it feels - so good."
“Such a good fuckin’ girl, aren’t you, baby?” he whispers against your lips, teeth nipping at your flesh each time he sinks inside you. “So good for me.”
Words get lost in the back of your throat. 
Lyle lowly moans, "cunt is so, so sweet, babygirl. I'm one lucky man. It's mine, right?"
You whine at his possessiveness, "yours."
Without missing a beat, Lyle continues, "sucking me in so good. Doesn't want me to leave. You want it? You want my cum?" You nod frantically, walls squeezing at the thought of him painting your insides. Lyle smirks, "oh ho ho, I felt that. You want me to fill you up? Have you drippin' when we get back? So much that I need to push it back inside. Gotta keep it where it belongs, yeah?"
You release a high-pitched moan, scratching at his back as the familiar pressure began mounting in your lower abdomen. Lyle felt it as well, but he was trying his damndest to hold off until you came around him. He needed to feel you cum clenched around his cock.
His fingers wind down your body, quickly squeezing your nipple before skilled hand navigated to the juncture of your legs, expertly finding that little bundle of nerves, coasting down to your swollen clit. Creating small circles on your pearl that match his thrusts.  Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him down closer to you.
You felt light headed as everything suddenly was so overwhelming. You were deprived of air as Lyle continues to smother and kiss you. Your clit, already swollen from earlier, was being relentlessly circled with a heavy thumb. Your entire body continues to rock in time with his deep thrusts, each time pressing impossibly further into you.
"Lyle - I-" you blurt out, “I think I’m c-close
“C’mon baby, come for me. I want to feel you”
It all happens in a blur. Nothing but pleasure exists for a brief moment, however this time, the moment extends— prolonged by Lyle fucking you through it. It repeats over and over— your body seizing like you’ve been electrocuted, before sagging back against the ground, completely fucked out. Yet you keep jolting intermittently as lingering waves pulse through you.
In your moment of overwhelming pleasure, Lyle speeds up his hips in attempts to trail you as closely as possible. He holds you by the hips so tightly that it’ll be a miracle if you don’t bruise, and he snarls like a goddamn animal as he comes, emptying his balls deep inside you. half a dozen pumps of sticky cum lined your walls. His balls continued to tighten as they forced every last drop out, milking him for all he was worth
With one final thrust, Lyle presses as deep as he could, feeling his cock twitch as your walls continues to squeeze erratically. He holds you there for a long, long moment, letting your tight, tight cunt squeeze around him for just a moment longer before the feeling starts to edge into something bright and oversensitive.
Even so, he wasn't going to pull out anytime soon. No, he would stay deeply settled in the silky warmth. Pulling out now may be to jarring for you .
Once your full body twitching finally slowed to a stop, Lyle slowly rolls your conjoined bodies over so you lay against his chest. Nether of you knew it was possible, but you slip further onto his cock before falling limp against his chest. The first bit of cum slipped out, forming a semi-translucent ring around the base of his cock.
Leaning back slightly to look down at your sweat laden face, Lyle smiles at your first-time glow.  
After catching your breaths for a minute, you begin tracing circles along his bare chest, “We should be heading back soon. They would be wondering where we are."
He presses a kiss to your sweaty hairline, trying to smooth it down, "let me worry about them, I want to hold you like this a little longer”
You hum, feeling exhausted.
After a while, you began to wince in pain as your hips tensed from the position. Lyle didn't want to lift you off, but it was going to happen at some point or another. He slowly sat up, making sure not to jostle you as you fought the urge to sleep.
Neither enjoyed the sensation as Lyles' strong arms wrapped around your torso to lift you off his soft cock. While the pressure was gone, you suddenly felt empty without him. Your walls constricted, forcing a glob of his cum to slip out of your stretched slit, landing right on his balls. Lyle groans at the sight, forcing himself to look away so he wouldn't grow hard again.
You fall limp against his chest as more of his cum began to slowly seep out, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as you try to find a comfortable position to rest your exhausted body.
Lyle rubs at your bare skin, loving the way your naked body feels against his "get some rest, baby”
You nod your head in agreement. You weren’t going to fight on that one, "but we should be heading back”
“Don’t worry about that. Rest, baby. You need it”
Your breath evened out in under 2 minutes, letting sleep consume you.
(This is my first time writing smut, so I hope it reached everyone expectations)
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