#eastermelia

[herodia]

The concept of eastermelia escaping together oughhhhhh thats so cute…..

Neither of them would've considered that a happy ending, but I can see them living rest of their lives somehow normal and not giving their child that much trauma (or at least less than they have had as children).

[herodia]

Despite easterman not being good for amelia i cant help but wish for a happy ending for them both ….

Not gonna lie, I was considering having them escape together and move to Yugoslavia. (Yugoslavia here serving as a methaphor for how their relationship would end.)

[herodia]

Amelia getting bred by easterman amelia getting bred by easterman

I feared the day that Easterman finds my blog. Thank you for your input.

[herodia]

My fav part about writing a fic is where you don't plan on putting a sex scene there, but is just manifests and is too good to remove.

Eastermelia WIP:

Again, he responded with a laugh. "No. We'll wait until you deserve it."

He got up and she found herself spreading her legs, so he could move between them. He pressed his body into hers, his crotch on hers.

"Did you pick your ring yet?" He asked, his hand run behind her not to hug her but to scratch her back.

"No. It's all stupidly expensive." She rolled her eyes. She had so much energy, she needed to get it out. She kicked her legs because she didn’t want to lose the nice feeling of getting held. The motion stimulated the space between her legs. The drug was making her touchy, it made her want to do reckless things, to test his boundaries. “Please, I hate not being able to see.”

He didn’t answer, instead he kissed her cheek. A quick peck on her skin. She'd kissed kittens the same way. Damon had kissed his pet rats this way. She missed Damon and his stupid rats.

“I really just meant to burn the damn tape. I met the Prime Assets on complete accident.”

His free hand moved between her legs, brushing over pants. His words were breathless. “You broke a door to see them.”

“It was a strange accident. Ah.” He found where her clit was and she could not help but moan. “Please, Hendrick.”

“You’re making me irrational.” He kissed her lips slowly, as if he was waiting for her to push him away, but she did not. “You’re a siren planning to drown me with my ship. But I love it when you say my name.”

[collierchrist]

every update must come with an eastermelia crumb

[aethertism]

“who genuinely ships _____?”

[herodia]

Another wip of my eastermelia fic

"You have been good lately." He said after she finished her food. He still had half of it left, he ate slowly like someone who never knew hunger. "I think you deserve a reward. A gift from me to you."

She didn't answer him, standing up to put the dishes in the sink. Someone would come to clean them, but only when she was away and he did not take her to his office for two days in row so the mess piled up.

"You could wash them, you know." He said, watching her.

She shrugged. He had called her a pet, didn't he? As far as she knew, pets did not clean after their masters or themselves.

"I had an optometrist appointment set up for tomorrow. You are getting new glasses."

That sparked her interest, she was sick of her disability making mundane things difficult.

"That is, only if you do something for me first." Of fucking course. "A man has his needs."

"I can clean the dishes." She said sarcastically.

He had the gut to laugh.

"You know what I mean, love." He said, covering his full mouth with his hand. He swallowed before continuing. "But if you wish it spelled out for you; I want you to lay on the bed for me and let me make you feel good."

"You can't make me feel good, just say how you want to fuck me." She said.

"The usual way, obviously." He poured himself another glass.

She found herself standing in middle of the room, unsure what to do. She really wanted to see and she hated that it depended on his willingness to help her. She fucking hated him.

She walked back to the table, taking her own glass of wine, drinking it at once.

"Careful, love, I don't want you knocked out."

She let out a scoff. "Suddenly. You didn't seem to mind that before."

He was right that she drank the wine too quickly, her head was starting to hurt. She leaned in for the bottle, but he moved it out of her reach.

"Give it a minute." He said, as he stood up. He had finished his dinner apparently. He walked behind her, laying his hands on her shoulders, squeezing her softly. "There's no need to be nervous. You're no virgin are you?"

She nearly choked. "You rape me and then you ask me that."

"Tsk. Not the ugly word again." He squeezed her shoulders harder, pressing his thumbs into her muscles. "I'm sure you know how real rape looks like, with your history."

She twitched, trying to escape his touch. He didn't let her and that was just the start tonight.

"Have you ever fucked for money?" She asked, bending her neck to look at him. "Had transactional intercourse in any way?"

"Not if you don't count licking my wife's genitals so she lets me fuck her properly." He laughed.

"It makes you feel filthy." She said. "It's a filth you cannot clean no matter how long you bath, how hard you shrub."

"Surely, you would not feel filth, if it's between us." He said. "I will take a shower beforehand."

"It's not about-" She caught herself trapped in his game. "You know that's not what I meant.

He continued to massage her shoulders but it didn't feel nice anymore. "It would be more proper if we were married, but you did not mind that with Damon, did you?"

In the back of her mind she had noted that this was the first time he called him by his name instead of her colored boyfriend. She signed. "I hate you but I really want to be able to see again."

[collierchrist]

despite everything, they’re still my cuties