#idc about flesh peeling off

[willowwhispersspeakeasy]

Can we get a shedding Levi, and mc helps him go through it? Like sitting in/beside the bath while he soaks his scales(so shed removal is much easier) and gently pulling the shed off? I think he deserves it 😌

I have been thinking abt this since you sent it in anon, head very full of pretty snakeboy thoughts I am but a humble Levi simp

MC helps Levi shed the skin on his tail

warnings: gender neutral reader, just some fluff, snake shed obvy, its not mentioned but you could imagine them in swimwear for this? or nude idc

words: about 1k 

you’ll have to be very close with him for this to even be on the table. and you’d need to offer, hes going to be far too shy to ask. but if you two already have an emotionally intimate relationship, and especially if you’ve shown interest or affection for his tail he will let it happen. 

Levi doesn't maintain his tail much before you showed interest. when hes been particularly neglectful the skin will be thinner then usual and break easily. and of course if he picks at it too early it will pull and bleed and its very unpleasant for him. 

one way to remedy this is maintain enough humidity in his room (since that's where he spends the majority of his time anyway) and to eat a better diet then just the junk snacks and energy drinks he sneaks while binge playing a new game. 

another way to help, would be a nice steam bath when the skin starts to show signs of shedding. 

full one shot below

Levi prefers the water anyway. often feeling awkward outside of it, when in water he moves gracefully, the twinkling of light reflecting off his skin. you sit beside him in the large tub, practically a mini pool really, dipping your legs just below the knees in to join him. 

“hey! be gentle.” you scold him when you see him scratch at the scales on his neck. he grumbles and huffs, but swims over to the edge where your sat anyway. 

“can, uhh... can you help with the...” his head is hung low and shy as he turns his back to you, and you catch a glimpse of the pale film over the scales on the back of his shoulder. 

you hum softly and reach forward, running your hand up from the middle of his back as not to startle him. you run your hands over one of the scales, feeling where soft flesh meets smooth scales. you run your thumb over the skin, as though you were giving someone a gentle massage. the film of skin peels right off, leaving you with a small disc like shape of it.

Levi’s scales are black upon first glance. the darkness of them dulls as the skin gets ready to shed. however once the dead skin as been removed you are greeted with a beautiful sight. they reflect purple, blue, and a bit of green in the light. iridescent as a dragonfly’s wing. 

“you’re scales are so pretty Levi.” you hum, rubbing the new skin and tracing the area softly. 

“th-thanks.” shy or not he can't help but lean in to your touches. you touch him so gently, pet him so softly, your hands feel warm and bury it as he tried he can't help the desire to curl up in your lap and rest. warm, safe, loved.

“alright lets see that pretty tail of yours now, hm?” you purr, placing the dead skin in a small pile to the side. 

“y-yeah okay.” he nods once, floating on his stomach and slithering it up from below him. you know his tail is just a continuation of his spine, and thus the skin turns to scales at the base of his back where his pelvis begins. 

you trace a hand down from the middle of his back again, feeling him twitch just slightly beneath you. the skin of his tail is already folding over its self, fully dislodged from his flesh. 

the base of his tail is a bit bigger then his thigh and it tapers down to being the size of his pinky finger. you absentmindedly wonder if the size of his spine is larger to accommodate the weight. 

lifting the part your touching just a bit out of the water, you wrap your hands around the tail over the dead skin. at first you pull just slightly, watching as the top layer glides right off. once you’ve gotten part way down, you pull the part not yet shed up into your lap.

Levi mostly does the rest. you hold the skin and he pulls his tail through. the scales are soft over your thighs as the tail slithers off, leaving the shed in your lap. when he comes to the tip you have to be careful, you’ve been successful it removing it in once piece but the skin there is much thinner and smaller. 

with your dominate hand you pull the last of the shed off successfully, giggling to yourself as the tip taps at your leg gently before wrapping itself around your right thigh. Levi rests on the side of the tub next to you, his tail slowly wrapping itself around your leg gently. 

inspecting the shed you can see it holds none of the color nor iridescent of his scales, apart from the very top part, which has a darker hue then the rest. 

“it came out beautifully Levi!” you grin, holding the long strip of skin out to show him. he shrugs in reply, you can feel the very tip of his tail tapping at your ankle under the water. 

“I'm impressed you got it off in one piece.” he admits, looking at the skin with disinterest. 

“what do you want me to do with it?” you asked, gently gathering it and placing it with the pile. 

“it really doesn't matter. I usually just throw it out or leave it in the garden. its just dead skin.” he shrugs again. you hum, looking down at it curiously. 

“hm, I suppose that's true.” you wondered, turning back to the demon in the tub. “can I have it?”

he blinks at you in shock. “why would you want it? its kinda gross-”

“magic.” you respond immediately. Levi looks down at the shed then back to you. 

“I guess that's true... yeah you can keep it if you want it.” he agrees, swimming around till he floats in front of you. 

“thanks! I'm sure demon snake shed will be good for something!” you grin and he just shakes his head at you in bewilderment. 

“hey... come swim with me?” Levi extends his hand to you, tail tugging gently from where its still wrapped around your leg. 

you reach out and take his hand, scooting to the edge of the pool. the drop off is steep and its too deep for you to touch the bottom. normally you would hesitate more, but the look on his face. no trace of even a blush, just a shin in his eyes as he beckons you into the deep water.

as you slip off the edge, his tail pulling you down into the warmth gently you wonder for a moment. is this what sailors felt when lured into the depths by sirens?

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[ohbuckie]

oo if you’ve got the inspiration for it, for angst would you be willing to flesh out the college bucky fight?? idc if it’s abt the crying/party drugs/not taking school seriously- whichever or even a combination! lov u 💞

wc: 1.1k

warnings: college!bucky x fem!reader, alcohol, drugs, angst, fighting

He arrives back home around two.

He’s loud—stumbling, stomping, sighing, knocking on the bedroom door to let you know he’s coming in—and he’s excited to see you, even if you’re half asleep and in no mood to take care of your drunk boyfriend. “Hey.” He whispers, but it’s useless, because it’s directly in your face and it’s outrageously loud.

“Hi, Buck.” You greet him, reaching toward him with a hand. He steps over to you, sheds his jacket, kicks off his shoes, leans down to press a kiss to your lips. It’s sloppy and wet, and he tastes like alcohol.

You grimace when you pull away. “You taste like beer.”

“Yeah.” He nods, and slips into bed beside you after letting his pants and shirt fall to the floor. “I was drinking.”

He left for a party just before ten o’clock, and you’re honestly surprised that you didn’t receive any drunk texts or calls from him before he got here. He’s always thinking about you, even when he’s messy and inebriated. He usually at least insists—selfishly, because you both know that he just wants to be with you—that you made a mistake when you decided not to join him.

A hand finds your waist, and he presses his chest flush against your back, nudging your hair away from your neck with his nose. “Missed you.” He mumbles, words slurred and movements uncoordinated.

“C’mon, Bucky, not now.” You protest, and turn to face him. “You’re drunk.”

He shakes his head. “Just wanna kiss you. Just a couple of kisses.”

You smile tiredly and carefully press your mouth against his, giving him his fix. He pulls away briefly. Sniffles, wipes his nose, leans back into you, captures your lips with his hungry ones again. You melt against him and wrap your arms around his neck, and you only break the kiss when his tongue slithers into your mouth.

He scrunches his nose and sniffs again. A sliver of light that creeps between the door and the frame harshly falls across his face, and reveals to you something you’re not expecting to see. You look between his eyes, only a tiny bit of blue peering out from behind his pupils, before you make the accusation.

“You’re high.”

He doesn’t skip a beat before finding his lie. “Yeah, just took a few hits off Tony’s–”

“No, Bucky, you’re really high. Off something real.” You let go of him and push his chest backwards, peeling the blankets from your legs and standing. “What’d you take?”

“Nothing, I–”

“Bucky, stop it. What did you take?”

He sits up, shoulders slumping as he faces his consequences. “Just did a rail or two.”

“Of what?”

“Coke.” He shrugs. “S’not a big deal.”

“Yes, it is. Why would you do that?”

“I really don’t understand why you’re so mad.” He starts to raise his voice, and finally gets on his feet, looking down at you and crossing his arms while he speaks to you.

“Because, I–”

“You’re not my mother, you know.”

You worry for a moment about Steve and Sam. They’re surely sleeping, and with your escalating voices, you’re on the verge of ruining their sleep, if you haven’t already.

“I don’t have to be your mother to know that going to some party and sniffing blow that you got from some stranger is a stupid fucking thing to do.”

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Wasn’t a stranger.”

“Oh, my apologies.” You reply sarcastically. “It’s fine, then, because you knew whose it was! That’s perfectly safe.” You feel heat creep up your neck, spreading to your cheeks and ears as you grow more upset.

“Maybe you should’ve tried some! You wouldn’t have such a huge stick up your ass right now!” Your jaw tightens, as if a physical restraint to prevent you from responding. You stay silent, grabbing a pillow and pulling the blanket from the bed, turning in the direction of the door. “What are you doing?”

“Couch. I don’t want to even look at you right now.” Hot tears threaten to escape your eyes, but you keep your composure.

He watches you walk with purpose down the hallway, and hears you shuffle as you set up your temporary bed. “You’re so over-dramatic.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.” You insist, and hope he’ll leave you alone until the morning. You just want to sleep.

“You’re such a fuckin’ bitch sometimes!” He spits, and your heart drops to your ass. He’s never called you anything like that before.

“Fuck you!”

Steve pokes his head out of his bedroom, hair messy and eyes half-lidded, to see Bucky half-naked and seething in front of him. “Hey, man, what’s going on?”

You breathe a sigh of relief, glad that Bucky will maybe start yelling at somebody else.

“I did a couple lines ‘n she’s freaking out.”

“Wait, you did what?”

“C–”

“No, I know what you’re talking about, I just...Why?”

“Jesus Christ, is everyone in this house a fuckin’ goody-two-shoes?”

Steve ignores the question. “Did you just call Y/N a bitch?”

“Yeah, ‘cause she’s being a bitch!” He shouts it because he wants you to hear it, and the tears finally fall down your cheeks. You bite the inside of your lip and maintain your silence, uninterested in returning the blow.

“I’m sure she’s just–”

“Why don’t you go back to sleep?”

“I can’t sleep when you’re yelling.”

“Well, this isn’t any of your business.”

“Just call it a night, Buck. You’re gonna have to climb out of this hole in the morning.”

Bucky shakes his head and disappears into his bedroom, slamming the door. Steve huffs tiredly and goes back to sleep.

You wake up to a plate of breakfast and a mug of hot coffee in your boyfriend’s outstretched hand. He sets them on the small table beside the couch while you sit up and stretch your arms.

“Morning.” He says timidly.

“Hey.” You grumble, unsure if you’re ready to accept whatever half-assed apology he’s about to give you. If there’s one thing Bucky is consistent about, it’s never admitting when he’s wrong.

“I’m really sorry.”

“I know you are.”

“I shouldn't've spoken to you like that.”

“You’re right.”

“I was being stupid. You were right.”

You nod, and take a pause before extending your arms to him, asking silently for him to come closer. You hug him tightly, kissing his head. “I was just worried.”

“I know you were.”

“Just be safe next time, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

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