thinking about this fic i wrote again 🫠 god they make me sick and i love it.
this is the iasip fic i’m most proud of for sure (other than spill your guts ig)
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thinking about this fic i wrote again 🫠 god they make me sick and i love it.
this is the iasip fic i’m most proud of for sure (other than spill your guts ig)
iasip kinktober day 17: bruises
Everyone knows about Charlie’s love of biting. A fair bite. That's what he’d called it when they were hammered in Atlantic City a few months back. The phrase had played in Dennis’ head on a loop for weeks after that.
Something about it. So instinctual, so animal. Like it was just another way of communicating. A sign of affection, even.
Glancing to the side, he studies Charlie's face. Freckled skin, deep green eyes, long lashes, and a nose so unique Dennis often finds himself wanting to trace the slope of it with his finger.
He’s actually very pretty, Dennis thinks. and the thought doesn’t scare him. It’s a thought that falls into place. Like it was always there, slightly out of sync with the rest of Dennis' innermost musings.
“You're sort of pretty,” Dennis blurts, cringing at his own words. Oh, Goddamnit.
“W-what?” Charlie giggles, grinning at him and blushing slightly, “shut up, dude. No I’m not.”
“Well I said sort of, didn’t I?” Dennis bites back, suddenly on the defensive.
Charlie's grin fades into a different look. A knowing look.
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for @dennisboobs <3
charden stalking fic, coming soon to an ao3 near you <3 (read at your own risk ig lol)
iasip kinktober day 8: biting, intoxication (charden)
The first time Charlie bites someone, he’s 10 years old. Mac is being extremely annoying so Charlie pins him to the ground and bites his neck like a tiny vampire. Mac yelps, shoving Charlie to the ground. It takes a while to understand, but Mac tells him it hurts.
When he gets home, he bites his own hand to see, but it doesn’t hurt him. He stares at the marks on his hand, like tiny pink craters and smiles.
Over the years, he learns to tame this aspect of himself, at least for the most part. But the instinct never truly goes away. Everyone around him is obsessed with kissing. He sees it on tv and hears about it in the halls at school.
Charlie wishes biting was the same as kissing: A first bite. French biting. Hershey’s bites.
From the moment they meet in high school, Charlie likes listening to Dennis talk. Not all the time—sometimes he sounds like a president or an actor. But he’s funny, too. He likes when Dennis smiles at him. He has nice teeth. Pretty ones, even. But sometimes he smiles like it’s something else. Like an animal baring its teeth. Charlie likes that too.
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an excerpt from my charden WIP (now called here there be monsters):
charden excerpt of the day:
from my charden fic that is very much still a work in progress 😌
who’s up? I’m writing charden. everybody cheer!
writing charden smut at 1:53 am. everybody cheered.