#but i can just puree wet food myself

[dollopheadedmerlin]

New cat just dropped

His name is Wyllt

#mine #he is 15 and i love him #he had some trouble with the litter box first two days #but turns out #he just didn't like the litter I got #so now he's chillin #he is declawed :( #he is missing a precious toe bean too #so not only is he declawed but i think they messes up on one of his fingies #any tips for declawed cats are very welcom #gonna probably put him on joint supplements at some point #he can eat solid food but he has a clear preference for puree #like even opposed to chunky wet food #so i might get a mini blender #so i have more optionf for him #bc cat purees are expensive as hellll #but i can just puree wet food myself #and the ingredients would probably be better anyway

[soullumii]

sleepyhead | gale dekarios x afab!reader

(18+!!!) afab!reader. second person pov. literally just smut: oral (f receiving), piv, dirty talk, consensual somnophilia. gale lives to please as always

my first gale fic... this man has taken over my entire life.

2k words

Gale’s lips press against yours in the dark, gentle and coaxing. A push and pull. You blink blearily awake from slumber as his hand finds your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your sleep shift. His brown hair falls over the two of you like a curtain, shielding you from the terrors of the darkness.  

“Mm hello,” you purr against his lips. “What time is it?” You ask when he pulls back. He looks a bit wild, pupils blown wide, his eyes practically look black even in the dim candlelight. He’s breathing heavily, his gaze traveling over you, heated, like the air surrounding fire. He doesn’t answer. 

“Gale?” you repeat, warmth pooling in your belly at the pure desperation on his face. At the want curling in his eyes like a flame.

“It’s late,” he murmurs, voice rough, as though he’s parched. “Though I cannot stop thinking about you. I must…” he trails off, mind moving faster than his mouth can.

One thing you love about Gale is his ability to talk for seemingly hours on end with such eloquence and poetry. But when he’s like this…already hard against your thigh, slowly rutting his hips in circles, captured within pleasure, the words seem to leave him. You love it just as much, if not more. 

He leans in and runs his nose along your throat, breath ghosting over your skin. His teeth graze you, and his tongue follows, licking a stripe up your throat. You moan shakily, cunt clenching around nothing. 

“What’s gotten into you?” You ask, though it’s more breath than substance. Your brain is already beginning to short circuit, especially when the hand on your waist travels down to your thigh, fingertips pressing into the muscle there. 

“You just looked so beautiful on the battlefield today… I tried to contain myself because we had so much to do, but… fuck,” he breathes this against your neck, desperate. He hardly ever uses such vulgar language. “I need you, love.” 

“So you really weren’t lying when you told me you were turned on by my fighting,” you say, surprised.

“I am a lot of things, darling, but a liar is not one of them.”

The sound of his inhale as he leans down to kiss you again sends more molten pleasure swirling through you. 

His hips press against yours, grinding against your clothed cunt in a steady rhythm. You moan into his mouth, your hands reaching up to clench at his sleep shirt stretched over his broad back. 

You’re still sleepy as his hand drifts to the hem of your shift. He slowly pulls it up your thighs, up over your breasts, revealing your undergarments. He paws at your waistband like a cat begging for food. You lift your hips so he can pull them down over your ass. He undoes the ties to your bralette and slides it off your shoulders. 

Gale kisses his way down your body, stopping to close his warm mouth over a nipple while his dexterous hand squeezes and tugs at the other. You moan lightly, pleasure easing through you. He hums appreciatively against your skin, and the vibrations travel pleasantly through you.

“Gale…” you half murmur half moan as he moves his mouth to your other nipple. “I can hardly stay awake…” You feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness. The gentle chirping of the crickets outside your tent doesn’t help.

“Of course,” he says, leaning back. “We can stop.”

“No—no wait,” you stop him with a hand curled around his wrist. “You can keep going while I’m sleeping, I don’t mind.” 

His eyes darken, his tongue dipping out to wet his lips. “Really? Are you quite sure?”

You nod with a sleepy smile and settle back comfortably. “Mhm.” 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips. 

Your eyes flutter shut, your breathing slowing as you succumb to your exhaustion. Your limbs feel heavy, even as Gale continues his way down your body. 

“You’re so gorgeous, so perfect,” he whispers into your skin. His fingers curl into your thighs before he slowly pulls them apart, baring yourself to him.

He runs his hands appreciatively up and down your thighs, squeezing and kneading before hooking them over his shoulders.

Gale presses a kiss to the inside of your right thigh before retreating. You feel his lips again a second later, just between your thigh and cunt, mere centimeters from where you’re wet and aching for him.

And then you feel his warm breath puffing against your core, and your body squirms impatiently. You peek an eye open to watch him.

He looks so handsome as he glances up at you, eyes soft, mouth twitched into a smirk. “I thought you were going to sleep.”

“I am,” you reply, closing your eyes again. “Just wanted to admire the view one last time.” 

He chuckles lowly, “Sweet dreams, darling.”

He doesn’t move for a while, and you find yourself drifting off in the stillness. Your breathing slows, your mind growing quiet as sleep takes over you.

---

The moment your breaths even out as your hands fall slack against your sides, Gale presses his face between your thighs. He uses the flat of his tongue to lick a long, hot stripe through your folds. You taste delicious on his tongue, and gods you’re so wet. You’re soaking his beard, and he’s hardly been between your thighs for longer than ten seconds.

He doesn’t care. You keep releasing cute little moans in your sleep as he takes you apart brick by brick. Or rather… lick by lick.

His hands grip your waist, keeping you close. Your hips buck involuntarily to meet his mouth, grinding against his face. Even in your sleep you’re seeking out pleasure from him. 

God forbid he won’t deliver.

He pulls back one of his hands to slide a finger into you. It goes easily. He adds another without any resistance. You’re so incredibly wet. He wants to remain between your thighs forever. Your sweet, slick arousal runs down his hand to his wrist, and he bends his head to lick it off. 

His hips rut against the floor of his tent, the act of eating you out so arousing to him he has to seek his own pleasure to mitigate the pain. He doesn’t mind. He’d rather see you cum over and over again before he ever does.

He slowly thrusts his fingers into you while mouthing at your clit, delighting in your shaky breaths and wanton moans. You look gorgeous, brows screwed together, sweat beading on your temple. You’re going to wake up soon, and damnit he’ll make sure it’s while you’re cumming.

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Warmth kindles between your thighs, pleasure and arousal pooling deep in your belly, tingling in your toes and rising through you.

Sleep drifts away from you, hanging onto the recesses of your mind, but ultimately not strong enough against the building pleasure you feel. 

You chase the feeling, the promise of sweet release. Your surroundings slowly begin to materialize around you. The feeling of your bedroll clenched between your fingers, the undeniable feeling of a mouth between your legs, the sound of low, rumbling, appreciative moans that vibrate through you.

Even the sound of your own cries are registering in your mind. 

The melting pleasure collapses into one pinpoint. A supernova explodes within you as your clit is sucked diligently while the two, long fingers buried inside you hook to press against your g-spot. 

Your back bows, eyes flying open as you cum against Gale’s warm and inviting mouth with a cry of his name. He guides you through it with gentle laps of his tongue through your folds. He mumbles words of encouragement, but they’re lost against your skin. 

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Gale.”

“Mm.” You can practically feel his pride radiating off of him from making you come. 

He continues to lick you through it until you’re coming again, hands fisted in his hair as his lips suck once more on your clit, his fingers fucking into you. Your legs quiver atop his shoulders, your mind utterly fucked into emptiness.

When it’s all too much you push him away, breathing heavily, contented tears in your eyes.

“Holy shit,” you huff, trying to catch your breath. “Maybe you should wake me up like that more often.”

His eyes sparkle excitedly. “If that is what you wish, I’d be glad to.” 

“You are such a giver. You really should let me take care of you sometimes.”

He shrugs. “I like giving. It brings me great pleasure to reside between your thighs for as long as you can stand.”

You sigh at his fanciful words, but you appreciate his adoration all the same. He crawls forward as you lean up to kiss him, the taste of yourself on his tongue rekindling the fire in your gut. His hand winds its way into your hair, the other squeezes your hip. 

“I need you inside me,” you whisper against his lips. “Now.” 

He groans, fingers flexing in your hair. Your body jolts with arousal at the sweet tug. 

“Say no more,” Gale says. “Your wish is my command.”

He takes off his trousers then rolls you onto your stomach. His hands grip your hips, pulling your ass up and backwards, and his knee comes between your thighs to press them apart. 

He guides the head of his cock through your slick folds and your hips squirm in anticipation.

He leans across your back, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. “I wish you could see yourself on the battlefield. The way you look with someone else’s blood on your armor… The flush on your cheeks… The way you breathe… You’re so capable, so strong. I cannot help but stare.”

He eases his cock inside you and the two of you moan in tandem at the delightful feeling. Him, at your warmth. You, at the undeniable feeling of being filled. 

He bites lightly at your shoulder before whispering in your ear. “Sometimes I wish I could take you right there. In front of all of our friends and dead foes.”

You clench around him at his words, and he groans, hips snapping forward. You jolt against the bedroll, elbows digging into the feather down material. 

“Gale,” you whimper. 

He hums, “Yes. You’d be saying my name just. Like. That.” He delivers those three last words with hard thrusts, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing in the tent. 

He builds up the pace, fucking into you steadily. Your cheek squishes against your pillow as he fills you, your mind still sleepy but undeniably consumed by lust and love.

“What do you think? Would you like that, love? Would you like to be fucked in front of all our companions?” 

“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, please, Gale. Need you—“

“Mm, that’s it,” he murmurs. His hand skates across your stomach as his warm fingers settle over your clit. “As much as I’d love to indulge the fantasy, I’m not sure I’d want them to watch.” 

He begins to circle your clit with reverence, in time with his thrusts as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“I want you all to myself,” he grits. 

You cry out, melting against him, knees buckling as you reach your release. It rips through you, hard and fast. Unrelenting. A wildfire raging through your nerves. 

Gale chases after his own climax, thrusts growing sloppy and deeper, moans and praises spilling from his lips before he finally cums inside you, hips twitching. 

Your body trembles as the aftershocks roll through you. 

You collapse onto the bedroll, breathing heavily, and Gale pulls you into him. You both lie on your sides, him softening inside you. He buries kisses into your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“Are you all right?” he asks you, his thumb brushing comfortingly along your rib cage. 

“So good,” you respond, brain blissfully empty, as if the tadpole never existed. You already feel sleep crawling across your mind again, pulling you under. You yawn and grin happily, like a cat that’s gotten its warm milk. 

“Going back to bed already?” he teases, leaning up to press a kiss to your cheek. “I wear you out that much?” 

“Mhmm…”

“All right. Go to sleep darling. I’ll clean you up.”

You’re already halfway asleep when you feel his tongue dip into you once more, licking his cum out from inside you—

Oh well. You can catch up on sleep tomorrow.

#gale x reader #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x tav #baldurs gate gale #gale bg3 #gale dekarios smut #bg3

[foldingfittedsheets]

My mom has this awful friend, Cynthia. My loathing goes deep enough that I’m not even going to change her name. If she ever finds this she knows what she did.

On multiple occasions my mom asked this horrible irresponsible chicken brained woman to watch after our animals while we were away. I don’t know why once wasn’t enough, because the first failure was so spectacular that anyone in their right mind would know she couldn’t be trusted with any level of responsibility or direction following.

You might be thinking to yourself, FFS, this level of antipathy is surely unwarranted! But you’d be wrong.

To set the scene, we were living in downstairs of our house when I was about fifteen. My mom has always wanted more animals than can reasonably be kept indoors which is how we ended up with three cats. When she wanted to kick them all outside I protested, and so all three cats lived in my bedroom with no access to the rest of the house.

That really wasn’t great, so in an attempt to give them options we made a window cutout with a cat door in it to give them access to the outdoors. Looking back on this as an environmentally conscious adult it’s wretched, cats should be indoor only, but at the time I was desperate to give them some freedom because one bedroom is too small for three cats.

So my parents and I went on a week long trip to visit family out of state. We told Cynthia to come feed and water the cats, and to scoop the litter box. Most importantly, don’t lock the handle of the door, because we only have the key to the deadbolt.

I’m sure you can see where this is going.

Cynthia locked us out. We arrived home after 12 hours on the road, desperate for the comfort of our own beds. We were met with an unyielding door. With a sigh I volunteered, “I can punch in the cat door and climb in the window.”

I slipped behind the bamboo outside my window and pushed in the cutout. A horrible insidious reek wafted out at me. I paused, prickling with foreboding. But I had a job to do, and by god I’d see it through. I hefted myself up into the window and my hand immediately landed in something wet.

Skin crawling, I pulled myself up and surveyed the darkened room as a miserable odor of decay and suffering poured out of the room around me. I could see dark shapes littering the carpet and it didn’t take a genius to guess that the cats had taken up hunting in a big way during my absence.

I pulled my hand out of the pile of vomit it had landed in and dropped into my onetime bedroom turned now into a hellpit of decomposing wretchedness. I turned on the light. I wished I had not turned on the light.

My eyes scanned across the floor, tallying as they went. Two dead birds, a dead baby rabbit, five dead mice, and one dead snake. I paused on my alarm clock, perplexed to see a stain of white on it. I stepped closer and saw a furtive movement.

The tally suddenly contained also: one live bird that had shit in several places, probably in pure terror to find itself trapped in a room littered with decomposing woodland creatures, which honestly, fair. I coaxed it out the window and finished the survey with five discrete piles of vomit.

I unlocked the door and let my parents in. They exclaimed in disgust at the horrible smell. We stood together in my doorway floored by the magnitude of neglect. The unscooped litter box was a subtle footnote in the tangible reek my living space. I disposed of the parade of ecological disaster, cleaned vomit, and scooped the box after a brutally long day on the road. The cats were fine, and happy to see me. They had a huge dish or food and water so Cynthia’s neglect at least hadn’t harmed them.

Then I slept on the couch while my bedroom aired out, the windows flung wide to dispel the uneasy ghosts of the hunted. I spent the whole night cursing Cynthia’s name for this evil she’d visited upon me. When my mom asked her, "Cynthia, didn't you see the dead animals?"

Cynthia responded, "Yes, they smelled so bad, I just ran in and out as fast as I could." I fully don't believe she did any caretaking, and I'm personally of the opinion that she locked herself out on the first day and never came back.

The next day my room had returned to a habitable level of smellscape and I gratefully crawled into my bed that night. I stretched out and froze as my foot brushed something cold and wet?

The final indignity: one last dead snake, inside my very sheets.

Fucking Cynthia.

#ramblies #story #ffs foibles #keep your cats inside #but also looking back like why didn't I change my sheets #I did not have good bed hygiene instilled in me from my parents #later that lady would go on to leave a huge metal dish of dog food in the middle of the yard #despite the fact that we told her over and over not to feed the dog because he was on a diet #and I knew not to trust her so my friend was coming twice a day to feed him his portioned out meals #he gained like ten pounds in the week we were gone eating rained on mushy dog food #that fucking woman was a menace

[nicolesainz]

kiss kiss bang bang (SV5) - part 2 from “Tricks and champions”

Sebastian Vettel x f!reader

Author’s note: Thanks to the lovely comments I received from @maverick-mwah the seb one shot will have a second part. I dearly appreciate the love you showed for this fic!

Warnings: smut, minors dni, 18+, age gap, hints of fluff, major daddy issues, aftercare, taking her virginity, its pure porn!

Summary: After the wild ride you had with Seb, the visits at your house don't stop. Especially when your parents aren't home either. This leads Seb to control you since vulnerability has taken over.

My parents decided to fly away to Spain for the week in order to celebrate their anniversary. It's very sweet that my father still deeply cares about mum after all these years of marriage. That's how all couples should be.

People my age, having an empty house like mine, would definitely use it in order to invite friends and party until very early the next morning. Or get fully wasted with a mix of drinks. Which was my original plan. And yet, I don't really regret how things turned out.

The first night being alone sled by lonely and boring. I ordered some food and had a marathon of The Office, followed by a small concert with all of Taylor Swift's songs. In an empty house, almost in the middle of nowhere in Germany, activities are limited. Or so I thought.

"You need to come to the party. Don't be a buzzkill now." My best friend said over the phone as I was cleaning the mess of a room I have. I usually am up for any available party but I just wasn't in the mood. I would rather drink my feelings away than dress up in uncomfortable heels.

"Sorry bae, not in the mood. Plus, I am feeling a bit unwell. Probably was the Chinese food I had last night." This was a lie, obviously. I was perfectly fine, plainly bored.

"Do you want me to come over? Do you need any help girl?" There's an apparent worry in her voice, which I am trying to dodge very quickly.

"Thank you lovely but I will be alright. Go have fun and text me if anything occurs." I reassure her genuinely touched with her worry.

"I will but if you need me for anything I will rush to you. Take care y/n." We exchange our goodbyes and hang up.

It's a very gloomy day and the house is very quiet. Going to this party was probably my only chance to hook up with someone just to remove Sebastian from my thoughts. Which has become impossible after the ride we had two weeks ago.

After the tricks in the circuit, wherever I look, he is there. Either in real life or in my imagination. I imagine him inside the shower with me, in between my thighs, on my bed.

Literally fucking everywhere.

Last week, at the annual Sunday dinner my family hosts with Sebastian, he was caressing my thigh under the table, as he was casually chatting with my father. It was probably a bad idea to wear that short skirt.

I decide to take matters into my own hands and fully clear out my bed, lay a towel, light up some vanilla scented candles and finish the job by myself so I can take off the thought of Sebastian from my mind.

I put on a complication of his 'dirtiest' team radios where he curses every time either in English or German, dropping sexual hints while he is frustrated.

I plug in my AirPods and put the video on replay until I manage to finish. I put some lube on my fingers and start rubbing it against my pussy. The moment Seb's voice echoes inside my ears, I feel a wave of pleasure taking over me, as slight groans come out of my mouth.

Along with Sebastian's voice, I moan some 'fuck'' and 'shit' as I slide and pump my fingers inside my wet self in a faster pace. My womanhood clenches around my fingers although the desperation in my voice shows how needy I am of Sebastian.

"Jesus Seb." I let out during the thought that my fingers are Sebastian's, pushing me to my limits.

I open my eyes slightly only to be met with a blurry figure of a blonde haired man. I was so obsessed with Sebastian that I was hallucinating.

And yet I wasn't.

He was indeed in the room.

Watching me masturbate with the help of his voice.

I panicked instantly and pulled the covers on top of my body, trying to hide from the feeling of embarrassment and Sebastian's gawking eyes that were scanning me from head to toe.

"So when the cats are away, the mice come out and play. Or in your case, simply come." He jokes around with a massive smirk plastered on his face.

"I-it's not what it looks like, I was, uh" I didn't know how to excuse my actions.

"And yet it so is what it looks like." He rolls his eyes but immediately looks back at me, licking his lips.

"Okay fine, you caught me in a vulnerable moment. I have needs but no boyfriend to satisfy me. I would've gone to a party just to release my frustration but better safe than sorry." I don't know why I said all those things to Sebastian but for some reason I open up to him more easily.

Literally and figuratively.

"So it was very difficult for you to think of me, right?" He exclaims but quickly silences himself as the audio from my phone hasn't paused and the cursing is loud and clear.

He looks around the room to see from where this sound is coming from and when he notices I am trying to mute my phone, he grabs it from my hands and takes a lot at the content amused.

"So you were thinking of me. Just not calling me but simply replacing me."

Sebastian kneeled down to my height and removed the covers from my legs. My panties were still wrapped around my thighs and small hints of wetness were apparent. No shame took over me. Which was oddly weird.

"You know I am here for you if you ever need me, baby. For anything." He positions my body right in front of his face, looking me deeply into my eyes with such innocence, yet I knew that none of his following actions were gonna be the same.

"It's not right Sebastian. You're twice my age and a friend of my father's. You are a person I admire, not someone I should be thinking of in that way." That was the moment where I felt truly ashamed of myself but with a few words, Sebastian made me feel like what was going to happen between us is the most right thing in the world.

"Admiring someone doesn't necessarily mean you can't love them or want them in any other way. I know the kind of girl you are, Y/n. You've literally confessed to me your entire love life, pleading for a man that will treat you right and be there for you."

I didn't know if I wanted to cry or smile at his words. I was right there in front of him, spread legs and needy of a mans touch. He barely looked down at my womanhood or removed his eyes from mine. I needed a man who could bring the best of both worlds.

He was right in front of me.

"I need you Seb. Madly. I can't get you out of my head. Help me." I cooed softly, my desperation is clearly showing more than it should.

"All I will ask is, are you willing to let me take care of your need 100% dear? Because there is no going back after that." The fact that he asked me for reassurance and didn't throw himself at me the moment I begged him, proved to me that no man can be like Sebastian.

"I trust you blindly." I put my forehead softly against his and he instantly captures my lips into a soft kiss, full of reassurance, trust and emotion. His hands are on the sides of my thighs, holding against them firmly and climbing on top of my body feeling more of his warmth.

Sebastian's piercing blue eyes focus on the rhythm of my breathing that is being patterned on the mannerism the way by breasts bounce up and down. I can feel myself blushing given that no matter how many men have looked this tensely at me, only he can cause butterflies to my stomach.

With one arm, he removes his t-shirt, revealing a very well fitted 36 year old on whose body I want to lay my hands on and worship like he is a greek god. I softly trace the V-line on top of his belt and the kiss becomes even more tense with a simple touch.

"You don't know what you're doing to me." He mumbles against my lips as he is trying to unbuckle his belt and get rid of the trousers that are hiding from my sight the hardened erection I caused.

"Then show me." I so easily say, yet I don't know the mix of pain and pleasure I am about to experience because of my actions. Sebastian grunts and with my help, his trousers are on the floor and I can feel against my wet unclothed pussy his erected cock.

Sebastian breaks the kiss and stands up, in the process of which he is picking me up as well. My breathing becomes harder as he takes my top off and now we are semi naked in front of each other. Only a few barriers which in a few seconds are gone. I strap off my bra slowly, revealing my breast to his sight.

"You are beautiful. Absolutely mesmerising. My god" he sighs and kneels in front of me. I am absolutely shocked by what he is doing. I feel his hands holding firmly my thighs and in matters of seconds his lips on my pussy, eating me up like a starved man. His tongue flicking against my clit, sending euphoric vibration at my entire body.

"Fuck, Seb" I moan uncontrollably as he keeps feasting on the juices that are covering my womanhood and his jaw. My fingers tangle on his blonde curls, pulling them slightly as I am trying with all my willpower not to crush his face with my trembling thighs.

My head falls back and my moans become louder and louder as Sebastian slowly removes his his mouth from my pussy and slams it against mine, while inserting his index and middle finger inside my wetness.

"So innocent and yet you're clenching around my fingers like a needy whore." His fingers are pumping inside me in quite a fast pace but just the perfect one to send me into fucking oblivion. My fingers are scratching his back like a wild animal.

"I need to cum, Seb, please." I have never begged anyone for anything in my life and yet, another first time of mine had just been ticked off the box with the help of Sebastian. He applies a bit more pressure to my very swollen pussy, by using his thumb to play along with my clit.

"Then do so baby. All over my fingers." The moment he says it, I release immediately along with a tense groan from both of us. God that felt amazing. Sebastian grabs me back, laying me on the bed, knees weaker than wooden sticks but surely needy for more.

"I need you to be fully sure of what is about to happen darling. Allow me?" My heart drops to my stomach with his words. A few minutes ago he was fucking me with his fingers with such ease and now he is asking for permission.

Best of both worlds.

"There is no man on this earth I trust more than you, Seb. Yes, I am fully aware." I reply with a kind smile on my face, reassuring him that he is the only man I need and want.

His lips connect with mine once more, although this time the kiss was more meaningful than anything. It was me showing Sebastian that I trust him with something so sacred and fragile but something I would only want him to have.

His fingers are toying with my nipples while his mouth is occupied with my neck, trying to leave as many hickies humanly possible. I do not mind at all, though I will need many formulas of makeup to hide his mess.

"Can I touch you?" I quietly ask him as he still was wearing his underwear that were trying to hold on his frustrated cock. I was so afraid of asking him such a thing even though it wouldn't be my first time touching a man.

"Your touch is what I am craving." He grabs my hand and places it on top of his edged bulge that wants to be taken care of. Having his confirmation, I remove the barrier, the boxers, in swift movements, with his cock springing out.

I wrap my hands around his erection, feeling the hints of pre cum on the tip, I spread the minimum liquid all over, pumping him slowly and teasingly sliding him through my wet folds, causing him to moan on the crook of my neck.

"Jesus baby. I need you." He blurts out and my excitement reaches extremely high levels. When I feel Seb's body lowering on me, I remove my hands from his cock and hold on against his butt. In very slow movements, Sebastian slides himself inside me, as softly as he can, whilst I am trying to adjust to his size.

Sebastian has filled me up entirely and my pussy has been stretched to its limits. He tried to play safe at first with slow trusts that would help him find my sweet spot. Tears of exhaustion and pleasure were covering my eyes.

Suddenly, he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into me, pushing my limits to the maximum and earning multiple moans of his name along the way. The room smells sex. The air smells sex. He and I smell like sex.

"Oh my Seb." I moan as if there is no tomorrow, shamelessly, giving him the satisfaction of achieving to make the first time of a woman better than half of the female's population. Not even better. Heavenly good.

"This is for you. All for you my good girl."

#sebastian vettel smut #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel fanfic #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel x you

[skulla-rxcks]

A wolfs puppies

Paring: werewolf!chan x fem reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: cr3ampie, breedlng

Day 31 of k-tober

Taglist: @f3lix00 @channiesgoodgirl @mal-lunar-28

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

A/n: sorta pt2 of werewolf in heat, it’s not needed to read it but you’ll understand what’s happening better if you do :)

P.s; i’m afraid kinktober has come to an end, thank you for all the new supporters and all of the reads on my stuff throughout this month, as much as it’s been tiring for me, i’m really fucking thankful for all of you <3

It’s been a while since I’ve been in the woods, after what happened last time I mean; a whole fucking werewolf fucked me against a tree, definitely something that wouldn’t happen on a daily day basis, hell. I didn’t even believe in myths like werewolves before then. Maybe I should go back and see how he’s doing, If I remember correctly Chan was his name.

Anyways I should probably head off now, maybe I’ll bring him some food too? Maybe I’ll meet others like him sometime. I sigh going to my fridge and grabbing a chunk of cooked beef, he’d eat that right? Either way, I slip on my boots and exit my house, as I shut the door I think about why the fuck am I going out at like 12AM again, but whatever I guess, it’s a full moon tonight so hopefully that’ll up my chances of him showing up.

I made my way to the path once again and begin to walk down it, a smile forming on my face as I see the familiar trees get closer and closer to me. I continue to walk down the pavement until I reach the lake, taking a seat on the log before frantically looking around if I can find the strange creature from about a week ago.

The stars are brighting so I pay my attention to them as I’m waiting for the man/werewolf thing to come out of the shadows. It doesn’t take long until I hear a rustle in the bushes, followed along with someone tapping my shoulder.

“Oh, you’re back” a voice says to me, I turn around. It’s Chan, it’s really him. “Y-yeah I uhm, wanted to see how you were doing.” I stutter as my cheeks become visibly flustered.

“Ah, I’m not too bad myself, what about you?” He replies. As I’m thinking of an answer I pull the slab of meat out from my bag and hand it to him. “I’m okay, t-this is for you, I sort of have an idea what you’ll eat but I also don’t..” I turn my head embarrassed.

“Oh thank you~ of course I’ll eat anything from you.” The creature smirks. “So why did you come here this late again? It’s pretty dangerous for a girl to be walking alone in the woods, or perhaps.. you wanted something from me” Chan whispers into my ear before pulling away to see my bright red face.

“I.. I told you, I just.. wanted to see how you’ve been and if you want anything else from me..” a splash of fear and lust runs through my veins, also being visible on my face too.

“Hmm? Only that? Fucking boring, well may I at least one thing. Has your body recovered from me breaking your pretty little cunt yet..?” He grins, taking my hands in his.

“C-chan.. why are you asking?” I question, feeling my cunt grow wet as I drip down my thighs.

“Because I want to fuck you again. I want to breed you, fill you with my puppies and claim you as mine.” He responds boldly with no hesitation at all, making me gasp in shock as I feel my body growing weak due to the slutty words he’s saying to me.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking good you felt around me. Please, may I?” Chan asks me, I nod in response letting the strange werewolf begin to strip me of my clothes, he unbuttons my jeans and slides my panties off, taking my shirt and bra off slowly after, he licks his lips at the sight of my tits, wanting to touch me, wanting to fuck me, but most importantly; Wanting to pleasure me until I can’t take it anymore.

“Channie… please.” Whimpers fell out of my mouth as he begins to make circular motions with his fingers around my clit, making me buck my hips for more. “Patience baby doll.” Chan chuckles, moving his head down between my thighs and taking my swollen clit In into his mouth and sucking on it lightly. “Mmgh.. more.. I need you inside of me..” I cry out. He thrusts two fingers into my cunt slowly changing the speed and pressure of the thrusts. “There you go, I’m inside of you now”

“N-no..” I whine. “No?”

“Dick.. I want your dick.. I need your cock in me..” I plead, needing more of him so fucking badly.

“You whine so fucking much..” he growls, positioning his tip at my opening before slowly pushing me open, I let out an airy gasp as he does so. It’s almost like I’ve forgotten how thick his cock is. “B-big” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist as he begins to pound in and out of my tight, wet hole, stretching it really fucking good. Way better than last time we did this. “Yeah fuck.. god you’re such a good girl.” He praises me, this thrusts getting more and more rougher than ever before, making me squeal out in pleasure. “Shh” he chuckles, connecting his lips to mine making our mouths dance together, as well as our tongues.

“Chan..~” I moan into the kiss, feeling myself get tighter as I drive closer towards my orgasm, hoping he also is. “Mm, I wanna fill your pretty hole with my pups..” Chan teases, pulling away from the kiss to watch my face as he’s fucking me good, making my body into his property. “Please.. please” I answer him, wanting him to feel me with his seed until I can’t take anymore. “Yeah? You wanna get filled with my cum until you take all of my puppies?” He teases, a chuckle escaping his mouth as he hears how god damn eager I am for him to thoroughly breed my cunt until his balls are dead empty from spilling all of his semen inside of my hole. “Yes.. yes please, give me your babies.. please Chan..” I beg again, tears beginning to swell up in my eyes from how badly I want this.

“Mm, I’m gonna fill you up. You ready babes?” He smirks, holding my body still holding himself from releasing as he waits for my answer. “M-mhm, do it.. I want to carry your puppies.” I cry out, my pussy tightening around his cock as he finally, fills me up with his seed, not pulling out until he’s certain that all of it’s gone into my womb. I climax not long after, my nails scraping into his back as I cum around him. “Do you wanna come back to mine for a bit? So we’re out of this shitty looking forest?” I ask, blushing. “Of course babes.”

#~skulla rxcks #stray kids smut #skz smut #kpop smut #bang chan smut #bangchan smut

[lycheedr3ams]

I'm feeling so many feelings about butcher!Konig! I used to work at a gas station and had many crappy customers, sometimes to a point where I mentally shut myself down to survive a shift then cry afterwards.

Can you do one for after a difficult shift and you're crying in your car and a there's a gentle tap on the window? Thank you thank you! Love your smut but your sweet butcher!Konig huts different~

i'm so sorry to hear that was your experience at your job! when i worked at the deli at the grocery store (from which all these butcher!könig things are inspired by), i wanted to quit every fucking shift because customers would treat me so horribly. i got yelled at over fried chicken, so i get it.

answered below the cut! and yes i am living for sweet butcher!könig as well!

also random but if anyone is a minor, you should just block me atp. i'm going to be posting some absolute pure porn in the coming weeks. word porn i mean not actual porn lol

today was probably the worst shift you had ever had. it was around the 4th of july, so most customers were up in arms about their food being absolutely perfect. it didn't matter that most of them didn't read the regulations about the limit of food they were allowed to order, or the period of notice your store needed. all they saw was that you were at fault.

you could barely keep it together as you were yelled at by the 5th customer that day. the customers who didn't yell at you were condescending and rude. about halfway through your shift, you just couldn't take it anymore, and you abandoned your coworkers as you cried alone in your car in the corner of the parking lot.

butcher!könig hadn't had a chance to talk to you today, since he was also busy preparing orders for the upcoming holiday. and since his workstation was behind closed doors whereas yours was right where the customers are, he wasn't aware of everything that you had been going through. but he didn't miss the way you fled through the grocery store through the little window in the meat department's door. butcher!könig dropped everything he was doing and followed you out, not even bothering to take off his white work coat.

you were already deep into crying when you suddenly jumped when you heard a little tap on your window. you wiped your wet eyes and blushed when you saw butcher!könig standing outside your car, looking very worried. you winded the window down and put on a fake smile.

"what is wrong?" butcher!könig asked with furrowed eyebrows.

you sniffled. "the customers have just been so mean today... i've been yelled at all day, and they're just so rude." you wiped your hot tears as more fell, not wanting butcher!könig to see you like this.

"why didn't you tell me?" he asked sternly, but you knew he was just concerned for you.

"everyone's been beaten up by the customers today. you were busy too," you said quietly.

butcher!könig shook his head. "nein nein, you always tell me when a customer is being mean to you. do you understand?"

you looked into his eyes with your wet, red ones before finally nodding. "okay. i will from now on."

butcher!könig shuffled on his feet a little, since his back was hurting from hunching over to talk to you in your car. "oh, sorry, do you want to come in?" you offered as you unlocked the car door. he nodded and walked around the front of your car and sat down in your passenger seat. he was much too big for the seat, his knees hitting the dashboard, but he didn't seem to care as he looked over at you so caringly.

"may i comfort you?" butcher!könig asked softly. you nodded as you wiped your eyes again. he slowly placed his large hand on your arm and rubbed his thumb on your skin. you blushed and closed your eyes, not wanting to admit to him or you how much you enjoyed his touch. he looked at you so tenderly you thought you could cry.

"you are much too sweet for customers - or anyone - to be mean to you," butcher!könig said quietly as he looked down at his hand on your arm. you just listened quietly and tried to steady your breathing.

you and him stayed like that for a little while before accepting the reality that you had to go back to work. you sheepishly got out of your car and followed butcher!könig behind him like he was your bodyguard. needless to say, no customers dared to approach you as you followed behind the titan of a leather-masked butcher with a slightly crazed look in his eye that he always hid from you.

#cod mw2 #konig call of duty #konig imagine #konig fic #konig x reader #konig smut #konig #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig headcanons #answered #asks #butcher!konig #cod imagine

[ponzien]

- Home to you

Summary: Spencer expresses his concerns about how late reader works, she reassures him the next night

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Badass!fem!reader

Category: Pure fluff

Spencer Reid

That same exact nightmare for the 7th time in a row. They used to come and go and now they’re here. I felt myself crying, warm tears streaming down my cheek in fear of loosing her just like Maeve.

Suddenly I see her, gorgeous figure still in the doorway upon seeing my tears. “Oh..hi” I said awkwardly while wiping my tears. “Babe are you okay ?” She asked in panic, putting down the tray of food and wiping my tears.

“I’m fine” I say bluntly. I’m not fine. “But you’re not…is something the matters you can tell me anything” she cooed in an almost motherly tone. It was warm and soft. Instinctively, I leaned onto her, nuzzling into her neck. Y/N grabbed my waist, her gorgeous hair tickling my neck.

Her gentle gaze on me felt equal to the rays of sun on a spring morning. My saving grace. “Let’s eat, you’re probably hungry.” She smiled. “Can I be honest?” I asked, looking up at her through wet lashes. “Of course hun, anything” Y/N kissed my forehead. “I’m scared…” I said with a crack.

“Scared of what?” She hummed. “Scared that something will happen to you..what would I do without you..?” I began to cry again. “Oh Spencer… you have nothing to worry about.”

“But you work so late and walk the streets alone…” I insisted, watching her soft and swift movements. She’s a fragile looking woman. “I have to go to work but I promise you nothing bad will happen to me my love” She kissed my lips and walked out, leaving me with my thoughts in the empty room.

___

That same night I felt a slam against the door. I rushed to open it and saw a bloody Y/N. Fearfully I took her inside and saw her panting. I checked her pulse which was normal…weird? “Thanks I couldn’t find my keys” She panted. “Are You okay?!” I cried. “Yeah, this blood isn’t mine” she shook her head.

“What?! Did you…” I raised a brow. “No I almost got mugged, but I took Karate for 7 years and Boxing for 12, that’s why I told you not to worry about me” she laughed. “Are they…alive?” I asked. “Oh yeah just knocked out I called the cops on those suckers to prevent misunderstanding”

“Are You alright?” I asked again. “Just a Little shaken but it’s fine.” Y/N kissed me. I hugged her tightly with a huge smile, not wanting to imagine what it could’ve been.

“I’d fight a bear to come home to you remember that Spencer Reid”

#spencer reid #x reader #spencer reid x reader #fanfic #criminal minds #incorrect cm #mugging #crime #self defense #tw triggers #fluff #criminal minds fluff

[lottiecrabie]

in the linecook au either ross or george finding you and matty and joining in especially if its the end of the shift and they were supposed to go out and then trying to act like nothing happened but secretly exchanging glances all evening

OMG I SWEAR YOU GOT ME BLUSHING🫣 giggling to myself kicking my feet this is too good

okay, so matty is eating you out in the middle of the pantry (not before making some really obnoxious puns about ‘eating his meal’ and ‘where else can he find his food’). you sit on some crates and he kneels before you. there’s something ecstatic about the sight; a powerful man, angry and controlled and all-knowing, on his knees for you. a shiver passes through your shoulders, rolling your eyes into your skull.

it’s late at night so you’re not being exactly quiet, racking a hand through his curls and moaning freely. he’s got this fucking starved technique, licking at you with such hunger, trying to devour you like his favorite meal. your legs tremble, wrapping around his head, thighs threatening to suffocate him. he’s unbothered; he rubs your clit with only more enthusiasm, dipping long, spindly fingers inside of you, curling them just so.

you grip the shelves behind you, trying to hold onto something for dear life. pressure builds inside your stomach. you’re about to— you’re right— you scream, opening your eyes to warn matty.

instead, you find george staring at you, standing frozen in the door. his eyes are dark, traveling over your flushed face, your opened thighs, matty’s face buried between. your lips part in shock, ready to warn matty when—

matty flicks his tongue pointedly and it’s too late. you fall apart, stars spreading beneath your eyelids, screaming, ‘george!’

you try to catch your breath. matty arches an eyebrow under you, unimpressed, pissed. you flick your eyes beyond him. george is still there, clenching his jaw.

matty turns around. realization dawns on him as he catches the sight of his friend. he ups his chin at him, grinning. ‘hey, mate.’ mischievously, he takes his fingers out of you. a quiet whimper slips through your lips, but you bite it down vengefully. now that you’re not swimming in the dazed waters of pure, unfiltered euphoria, embarrassment climbs up your spine. you flush bright red, trying to push matty out of your still parted thighs.

instead, matty brandishes the two slick fingers to george, wiggling them as wetness strings between them. you die on the spot, surely. die and come back to your body just to live through all of it again. some divine punishment.

matty smirks, ‘want a taste?’

your heart skips a beat. george’s eyes lock with yours, still silent. too silent. what is he thinking under that impenetrable gaze of his? all that intensity only makes him more handsome. tall and big and sharp; a hazard you want to risk. telltale excitement drips between your thighs. the instinct of closing them rings in your head, but they’re still shamelessly hanging from matty’s shoulders.

‘c’mon, george,’ matty says now, egging him on. ‘it’s fucking sweet.’ as if to prove his point, he sucks one finger into his mouth, moaning exaggeratedly as he twists his tongue around it. he pops it out, smiling boyishly.

‘matty,’ george warns, voice low and gravely. you shiver at the sound, wanting him to say your name in that tone. needing it.

matty turns back to you, tsking. ‘guess he doesn’t want it, princess. oh well.’ he makes a move to stick the second one in his mouth, but george’s crowding his space the next second, gripping his wrist. matty laughs, mocking mastermind.

staring at you, he wraps his lips around matty’s wet middle finger. the sight is sinful. you moan, clenching around matty’s face.

‘think she likes it, mate,’ he says, teasing. ‘think she likes you.’ matty bites at your thigh, making you look down at him. ‘do you?’

you swallow. flick between the two men. thrill dances under your skin, sensing the incoming events. ‘yes.’

matty smiles, tapping your leg proudly. he stands from between them, wiggling two eyebrows to his friend.

george is still looking at you like he’s convinced he’s making you up in his mind. he trails two fingers on your naked thigh, making you shiver, when he says, ‘can’t believe you’ve been fucking her this whole time.’

‘jealous?’

‘maybe.’ his fingers adventure higher, tough callouses on the tip of them. ‘how is she?’

a blush spreads across your cheeks. shyness and embarrassment and the contrasting need pump in your veins. you should feel— you should be ashamed. instead, your thighs part instinctively, practically showing yourself on display.

‘tooth-rotting sweet. makes these pretty little noises, like she’s—‘

‘matty!’ you scold.

he looks down at you condescendingly, shushing. ‘we’re not talking to you, baby.’ he turns back to george. ‘sugary moans, but then when you find the right spot, rub just the right way, man, she screams.’

‘yeah,’ george nods, finding the apex of your thighs. you gasp, all the air of the room sucking in. ‘i heard that.’

he rubs at your clit with no shyness, almost familiar, like he memorized the spots when it was matty circling them with his tongue. like he was diligently learning.

it’s got the desired effect. your head falls back on the shelves, rolling your hips into his fingers. a loud moan spills from your lips.

‘see?’ matty laughs.

‘yes,’ george says, rubbing faster to make stringed pearls of whines fall from your mouth. ‘fucking sweet.’

matty smiles proudly, caressing your hair. you lean into the motion, practically purring. ‘perfect girl,’ he coos at you. you nod, head slack. ‘you’re beautiful.’

a happy giggle leaves you, distorted by a high-pitched yell as george slips two long fingers inside of you. the stretch is tight, bigger than matty’s. you scrunch your face, breathing out, ‘shit, george.’

he curls them, thrusting in and out, smirking smugly at his friend. ‘i think your girl likes me best.’

matty slaps his shoulder. ‘piss off.’

george laughs, bending down to you. ‘you do, right? tell him.’ as though to plead his case, he slips in and out faster, digging his free hand into the meat of your thigh.

‘you’re a dickhead.’

‘and your girl wants the dick and the head.’ a snort bursts out of you. even matty huffs some smothered laugh, shaking his head.

‘she’s got a rule about puns when you’re inside of her, by the way.’

george arches an eyebrow. ‘how many have you made to warrant the placing of a rule.’

out of breath, you giggle, ‘too many.’

‘i can’t stop being hilarious. it’s part of me.’

george rolls his eyes, unconvinced. he fucks into you faster. a telltale pressure builds into you. feeling the edge of the cliff teeter under your toes, you grip george’s forearm, digging your claws in the tattooed skin.

‘let’s give him a show,’ george coos. ‘show him how it’s really done.’

‘oi!’

with a laugh, your eyes roll back, pleasure gathering in a tight, coiling ball, then blasting free. it wipes through your limbs. you shake, screaming, clawing at george’s arm.

matty’s caressing hand on your head soothes you back down. you grin lazily, body loose.

‘you did so good,’ matty promises, kissing your jaw. ‘so, so good for us.’

george slips his fingers out of you, sucking them into his mouth and licking them clean. ‘fuck.’

‘well, don’t get too obsessed.’

matty helps you down from the crate, lowering your skirt back. the floor seems to ripple under you. he takes you by the cheek, kissing your forehead. dropping an arm around your shoulder, he turns back to george. ‘how about that beer, then?’

#i am making demon noises rn btw #this became less linecook!au and more regular matty and george lol #linecook!au #blurb #ask #smut

[muffinsin]

Hi again muffin. Could you do a happy/smutty sequel to some of the angsty s/o died to whatever with them being revived by the cadou as is I remember correctly the sisters were all dead when they turned so it wouldn't be too far past the point for an s/o to be saved using it. Also please with the s/o keeping their memory just happy sisters with safe cadou'ed beloveds murdering anyone who looks at their partners wrong.

Again Thank you.

Hiya! Did I get myself a nickname?👀XP

Actually did something similar here, of the reader being revived and the sisters getting clingy :)

Let’s get into this, we need some happy endings after the angst! :)

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Bela

She’s head over heels when the cadou implant works and you are brought back to life

Alive. In her arms. Holding her as she holds you. She thought she would never feel it again

She is immensely protective and eager to learn of your new abilities

Also, she barely leaves your side for quite a while. She hopes you don’t mind, though

She is quick to teach you: now it means kill, or be killed

And she will not lose you again

She basks in your warmth, and frankly: is quite flustered around you when you simply have a more powerful aura due to the cadou infecting you

If you grow taller than her due to your transformation, this absolutely is a way to fluster her as well

She’s very eager to learn with you, and support you

Though she is also protective as it comes to your transformation: it’s fresh, and she wants you to be careful. She knows the sensation of feeling unstoppable all too well

She doesn’t want you dying on her purely out of recklessness

If you must feast on blood, she will only bring you the finest. If not, she will ensure you get enough food to sate your hunger

Bela is, aside from being happy you’re back, thrilled at another thing that has been on her mind:

Eternity together

She is so happy to spend the rest of her life with you

She can’t help but get ahead of herself, imagining weddings and such, a future an eternity away of the two of you still together

What is more beautiful than that?

She does not share these thoughts just yet, but is sure to show her love to you every day

In bed, she is absolutely a fan of your enhanced senses and such

More strength to your body? Prepare for her to explore your new limits, bringing orgasm after orgasm or edging for hours until you beg the sweet blonde

To tease you with all the sounds and scents you can hear now-

Her cunt squelching from her wetness,

Her heartbeat quickening,

Her gasps and moans louder and more defined, her own blood pumping

On the submissive side, she absolutely screams in delight when you use your newly acquired strength on her

She is yours, utterly, and you are hers. And everybody who messes with what is hers regrets it bitterly

Every maid glancing at you the wrong way is dragged to the dungeons, never to be seen again

Secretly, she loves when you are possessive/protective and harm, or even murder those looking at her wrong or with a little too much desire

Every intruder who dares come into the castle is slain. Should you not be grossed out by this, she will bathe in their blood with you

Cassandra

The first thing you feel upon waking up, is Cassandra’s weight against you, her arms tightly around you

“How dare you make me worry about you!”

She’s emotional and she hates it. She absolutely will not show you that she has been crying, instead opts for hiding in your neck

You smell different- it excites her, and she immediately asks for a taste

She can’t help it, really

The cadou enriches your blood further. She’s already loved it, but now? She’s shamelessly moaning into your head every single time she has a taste. It tastes so good, and can really get her going

She will not stray from your side for a while, and is eager to test out your new abilities as soon as possible

If you require blood, she is even more thrilled

This means you get to hunt with her!

Cassandra is by no means sappy or a romantic, cheesy lover, but hunting together? It’s the utter definition of romance to her

She loves the mere thought of it, and must hold back from immediately dragging you outside to do so

Upon hunting together, she feels so many things. Pride, eagerness, arousal

It turns her on endlessly to watch you kill and she will need relief- fast and hard, against a tree or on the ground even- she cannot wait until you return to the castle

Aside from this, she is so proud to have an infected lover

She doesn’t want to lose you to mortality. Never. It’s one less thing to worry about

Cassandra will often ask you to join her in the dungeons

She will only pout as normal if you refuse, and ask for extra time spent together later on,

Should you join, the brunette will ramble on and teach you all her ways

Together, you explore your mutation

Cassandra enjoys blood baths and will often ask you to join now that you are infected- it’s so good for your skin, she agues. You’re unsure if this is true or just something she says to lure you into the large pool of blood

Daniela

She pounces on you at the first possible chance, giggling happily

You’ve only been dead for a short while, until the cadou set in, but still…

Your little love bug missed you dearly!

She grins and kisses you, then draws back in surprise at your changed scent and taste

She likes it!

She’s so giddy and clingy, and especially enthusiastic when she finds out about your enhanced strength and senses

This redheaded fly-mutant will insist you carry her the majority of the time of your first few days back

She still loves being carried afterwards, of course, and will often ask you to do so

She immediately serves you the finest of foods- everything, unsure of what your taste will be like

Will you be like her family? Craving blood?

She’ll have bowls and glasses prepared with the finest one, picked by her and (don’t tell😬) stolen from her Mother’s personal collection

Or will you be like Lord Heisenberg and Beneviento and prefer food as you’ve had it?

Not an issue! She’s brought you the finest meals from the duke that even have her stomach growl

She’s excited to see you be more enduring now

She can finally play a little more rough with you!

Of course, she will also be quite emotional for a while, and extremely protective

Have you been killed by a lycan, she will offer you to go for revenge. She knows a small lycan camp just in the forest near the castle…

She wants to show you the mutts haven’t got anything on you anymore. They’re prey, if anything.

She likes to taunt them with her sister and wants to show you they’re no threat anymore

In bed, she is absolutely thrilled to try out new things

Your strength for one. She urges you to take it out on her- she knows she can take it, and is eager to

She wants to feel your hand slapping against her ass cheeks and wants to howl in pain from the amount of force used

Eagerly, she asks you for the same treatment with a strap on/when filling her

She is delighted to explore your body again, over and over again, and is tempted to brat even more than she does at times, eager for punishments

When someone glances at you for too long, she immediately snaps

You’re hers! They have no business looking at you. Perhaps, it would be more merciful to send her poor victim to the cellar once she’s done with them…

When she notices you kill or harm for her, she is flustered. She thinks it’s romantic, unsurprisingly. She’s always wanted a little unhinged monster all to herself! For this to be partly implemented in your personality due to the cadou is exciting to her

She knows, for eternity, you will always have each other. As she likes to say:

You’ll be together, forever

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village

[venturelovebot]

A/N: No one requested this, and this is purely self indulgent. 🫠 I hope nobody minds. I still plan on doing requests! I just wanted to help myself feel better.

Premise: Suicidal!gn!reader x Supportive!Venture. I scrapped the fic because I just didn't like it and went with head canons instead. Made it extra fluffy so if you're having a bad day you can safely read it!

Warning: Low key suicide mentions but no actual suicide.

✦ "Sometimes I just think it would be better off for everyone if I didn't exist at all."

✦ "If I could just erase everyone's memory of me and disappear... I would make everyone's life much easier."

✦ Being low key suicidal would be something you would hide for months into your relationship, and if you're lucky, maybe even a year.

✦ You're very good at pretending everything is alright because you don't want to 'bother anyone more than you already do'. At least, that was your explanation of it.

✦ Obviously, Sloan is devastated.

✦ One day you had finally had enough of pretending to be fine. The meltdown was a massive one– screaming, sobbing, throwing (soft) things across the room. You were thankful they only saw the aftermath of the whole ordeal.

✦ They were rightfully concerned after you were talking about some pretty dark things.

✦ "I'm sure I could be replaced. There's always more people out there to meet, eventually someone will fill the hole that I would leave behind– if I even left one."

✦ "Someone better in every way. Better looking, smarter, more lovable. Someone that is the opposite of me."

✦ They weren't sure what to think at first, as they knew you could be extremely hard on yourself. It wasn't your fault and they certainly weren't about to blame you for something out of your control.

✦ However, when you stopped replying it became a different story entirely.

✦ They found you curled up in a blanket on the couch. You had not eaten, you were barely hydrated, and your face was red and wet from being so upset.

✦ "Please don't take me to the hospital. I don't want to go." You plead with them.

✦ "We're not going anywhere, mi vida. Just talk to me."

✦ You told them everything that was on your mind: how worthless you felt you were, how much of a burden you were to them, how much happier they would be without you.

✦ The look on their face didn't change much. You were afraid you finally said too much.

✦ "That's not true."

✦ Not the response you expected.

✦ "I love you with every fiber of my being. I don't know what a life without you would look like, but I certainly don't want to know. Not now. Not ever."

✦ Their reaction sounded completely out of character to you. You were used to them cracking jokes despite the tension, but now it seems that seriousness was all they were composed of.

✦ They lift up your blanketed body so they could hold you for awhile. If you had any tears left in your tired eyes you'd be crying again right now.

✦ For awhile it's quiet, just the two of you snuggled up on the couch as the minutes ticked by.

✦ They were terrified to leave you alone that night, so you spent it together. Not something you're unfamiliar with, but this time they wouldn't let you out of their sight.

✦ In the morning it was pretty much the same way. This time they got you to eat a little bit of food and drink a glass of water to help you nourish yourself after yesterday's excitement.

✦ And yes, they were happy enough to spoon food into your mouth and crack jokes to see you smile. They had to. The seriousness had began to take a toll on them.

✦ That, and seeing your smile meant everything to them.

✦ When you went to bed for an afternoon nap they decided to call Angela for advice in between checking on you every thirty minutes.

✦ "Well, I'm not a therapist. However, I think you would both benefit from having an emergency plan in case something like this happens again." 🪽

✦ "I know it's a lot of work, but you sound like you genuinely care about [Y/N]." 🪽

✦ "I do." 🪨

✦ "Sometimes the best thing for people who are suffering is to just be there for them and listen to them. Believe me, it can do a world of good." 🪽

✦ "Thank you, Angela." 🪨

✦ "You're quite welcome, and please tell [Y/N] I wish them well!" 🪽

✦ "Can do!" 🪨

✦ In the evening when you feel the sadness return they hold you close and make sure you don't feel alone while you ride out your emotions.

✦ Once you're able to properly think again, the two of you brainstorm ideas related to Angela's advice.

✦ You both decide on a system that was easy enough to remember– they would ask you for a number, and depending on how you felt would determine your answer.

✦ The numbers went one through five: one meaning you felt safe and five meaning you needed support with varying levels of severity in between.

✦ While the goal was to always be a one, they knew that wasn't possible. So instead, they would do the best they could to remain available at all hours of the day so you could call them if needed.

✦ They also visit you a lot more often now. Even though you feel bad for interfering with their work, they just genuinely wanted to spend time with you and make sure you were going to be okay.

✦ Besides, work could wait until tomorrow. They weren't concerned about that at all.

✦ They promised you that no matter what the two of you were going through that you would both be okay in the end.

✦ No matter the amount of tears, no matter the amount of turmoil, no matter the amount of self loathing and insecurity– you were going to be okay, and in turn, so were they.

✦ "How are we feeling, mi corazón?"

✦ No matter what number you chose they were always prepared.

✦ "I think I feel like a one today."

✦ But hearing that you were feeling well for the first time in a long time was enough to bring them to actual tears of joy.

✦ Having to be the one to comfort them and calm them down was certainly a change of pace.

✦ "I'm just happy that you're feeling better." Then they held you as tightly as they could without hurting you.

✦ "I want to be here for all of your ones, too. I love to see you happy, because nothing makes me happier than you. You are my only one."

#fuck it we post #hope i don't regret it #also #really putting the comfort in comfort character for this one #not sure if i really want to tag this #ummmmm #maybe just specific tags #because it is kinda triggering... #and also very cringe #venture x you #venture x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch x reader

[cheegu3]

Hey can I request a yandere juyeon (the boyz)

By the way I don’t really know how to write request (this is actually my first time!!) and don’t worry if you don’t want to write this request you can ignore this

Wishing you a nice day

hi, your request was perfect don’t worry. I was actually really happy to receive this even tho it took some time bc tbz is one of the groups I really like rn ! c:

tw / trigger warning; yandere themes, abusive relationships, stalking, creepy behavior, murder, blood, cursing, kidnapping

wc; 1.8k

note; u didn’t write a prompt so I came up with one myself, I hope u like it 🖤🖤

Juyeon - 02:04

You could hear his footsteps behind you and the occasional pants, echoing against the walls of the alleys and tunnels you passed by. But he sounded nowhere near as tired as you did, which was a terrifying realisation.

Despite lungs and legs burning, screaming for you to stop and give up, give into the predator chasing you - you kept running.

Time felt like it had been moving incredible slow ever since you first noticed a figure following you on your way home from work. So you weren’t even sure how long had passed.

'' Y/n? ''

You almost stopped mid-step as the person called out your name. They knew you? Was it maybe someone from work who didn't have any bad intentions?

You shook your head at your own overly optimistic and naive assumptions. No person with pure intentions would chase someone down when they noticed they'd scared them.

So when rounding yet another corner in the small alleyway you'd been forced into; instead of stopping and turning around, you dove into a small gap between two food stands and crouched down, pressing a hand over your mouth.

The running footsteps came to a halt momentarily, as the owner of them must've been confused on which way you went. But not long after, they returned again - right towards the direction of your hiding spot.

You weren't sure what had caused him to happen to choose the exact way you went, perhaps it was luck for him and karma for something for you.

Laying down on the wet ground below, you crawled on the ground to get cover behind a sign standing in front. It was pretty much useless anyway, if he went down all the way and passed by the stands, just turning his head would make him look down right at you.

Feeling anxiety increasing when you heard him continue walking down it, your nails almost dug into the flesh of your cheeks.

'' Y/n? '' he shouted again.

Your blood froze in your veins. That sounded a lot closer than last time. Slowly, as if you were scared any movement at all would alert him of you, you turned your head upwards. He was right there, a meter away from your stand and he was only getting closer.

You held your breath, despite knowing it was over. Confirming your depressing thoughts, you were dragged out just a second later by your arm and a scream of terror ripped from your throat.

'' Ju...Juyeon? '' you blinked up at the attacker, struggling to make him out under the lack of light.

He moved closer, just under a light and you shuddered, shaking your head and trying to back away on the ground, the soles of your shoes digging into it.

It was Juyeon. He was a colleague who had just started working at your job. Being very shy, he rarely spoke to anyone and you hadn't talked to him except for when the introductions took place.

'' Why did you follow me? ''

He flashed a broad smile that made his eyes crinkle, quite inappropriate for the situation. Either he was terrible at reading the room and had no social skills or he had bad intentions, the latter you felt was more credible.

'' I'm in love with you. ''

'' What? ''

'' I'm in love with you, y/n. '' he sheepishly repeated, going back to looking shy again.

You were too stunned to say anything, just watching him closely to see if he'd continue.

'' I didn't really know how to talk to you so...''

'' So you followed me like a creep? ''

He nodded eagerly.

'' I want to go home now. ''

Your eyebrows furrowed and you tilted your head. '' Okay? ''

It seemed you two had completely different ideas of what that meant. You were caught off guard when your colleague suddenly pulled your leg towards him, making you get dragged on your back and then you were heaved over his shoulders.

'' What the fuck are you doing? Put me down! ''

'' I want you to live with me. ''

Juyeon started moving out of the alley, back the same way you'd come from.

You screamed, trying your best to grab ahold of the walls of the buildings. However, nails struggling to grab anything but air left you hanging limp against his back in no time.

'' Stop screaming. '' he hissed under his breath. '' I don't want to hurt you. ''

The world started moving a lot faster, just as the sounds of people's laughs echoed to where you were. You kicked and wriggled as a spark of hope was ignited inside.

Maybe if you somehow managed to fall over his shoulder, you could land in a non-injuring way and sprint with all you had with the help of the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

He stopped, but when you tried to move around and turn your head, his hold around your legs became harder, almost digging into your skin.

'' What are you doing? ''

You stilled, it was a voice you didn't recognize. Did he stop because someone saw the two of you in the dark?

'' Help me! '' you cried out, taking your chance.

The voice didn't respond again. It was deadly silent until you heard what sounded like a person running, getting closer to where you were.

Without warning, Juyeon threw you right into the wall to his side, causing you to land on top of some trashcans. You groaned out in pain, head pounding wildly as you had hit it on the way down.

Rolling on the cold ground, you craned your neck to the best of your abilities to see if you could see the person that had come to help.

It was a woman. She stood in front of your colleague, immobile with mouth opening and closing continuously as if her whole system was malfunctioning.

Juyeon had his arms out, standing a few meters away from where you were.

'' What do you want? '' he said in a low tone, taking a step towards the poor woman.

You tried to slowly make your way to standing, but it was very hard. Your muscles felt stiff and several places ached, others probably had scrapes with blood dripping out of them.

'' I-I just...'' she swallowed thickly and grimaced, looking like she was regretting the whole thing. '' I came to help. ''

'' There's no one who needs help here. ''

The woman stepped to the side so she could get a clear view of you. Juyeon was quicker. He turned around and blocked her again by approaching you and crouching down.

You looked confused. Not sure what he was trying to do, you analyzed his face. But nothing was there, he didn't have any emotions whatsoever on his face.

That's why you almost gasped in horror when you saw his hand move, instinctively your eyes darted towards it and you saw something shiny - a knife.

He twisted it in his fingers to make sure you saw it. It was hidden under his sleeve, the handle touching his palm while only a small fraction of the blade was visible.

You were about to say something and he could sense it. Without uttering a single word he said a lot by merely turning his face a bit to the side, to the direction of the woman. You knew what he was insinuating.

'' Please don't hurt her. '' you whispered, only loud enough for him to hear.

'' Then say what I want you to say. ''

You looked at each other for a few seconds in silence. Your pleas went ignored, so with a heavy sigh you said to the woman, '' I'm sorry, I don't need help. ''

She didn't look convinced. Slowly she crept closer to where you where. Your eyes called out to Juyeon again, despite knowing it was already too late.

He got on his feet immediately and turning around he managed to quickly get the knife out fully before plunging it into her in one swift movement.

You felt your stomach flip as you saw his large hand come up to muffle her screams of agony, while the other continued twisting the knife deeper into her abdomen. Blood oozed out of the wound.

When her hands stopped trying to push his away and you saw the light slowly start to go out, you had to turn on your side. It was already too much to bear, seeing a dead body would send you into a full mental breakdown.

When Juyeon was done, he hurried over to you and he smiled sympathetically, giving you a few paths on the back upon realising you were hyperventilating.

'' It'll pass. '' was all he said before turning back again, presumably getting rid of the body.

You weren't sure what he did, because you didn't want to look. Your eyes were squeezed shut while you pressed your shoulder into the rough brick-wall on the left.

'' Let's go. ''

He helped you up when you didn't move from your spot. Then you let yourself be lead all the way over to a car that was parked far away, near the tunnel you initially started getting chased from.

You had many chances to run or ask for help when people passed by. But you were almost in a trance from having witnessed a murder. So your eyes were staring down at the ground the whole way.

It was pretty safe to say that even if you did those things, there was a silent threat in the air - I'll do it to you too.

However, despite the situation he kept glancing at you, a look of worry adorning his features. The hand that was placed firmly at your waist occasionally gave you soothing rubs.

'' Please get in without a fight. '' he begged under his breath after opening the door.

You got into the backseat, although you could see he was a bit disappointed by that. Before going to the driver's seat he quickly locked the car, being paranoid you'd run anyway.

When he got in and started driving, you felt more like yourself again, and even had the energy to look out of the window; wondering what the future held for you. Would you never go out again? Never go to work again? Would he kill you, or torture you?

'' I've loved you for a very long time. ''

You shook your head, an unamused laugh escaping your lips.

'' You've never talked to me before. ''

'' That doesn't matter. ''

'' That's not love, Juyeon. '' A single tear finally escaped from your tired eyes. '' You're sick. ''

#yandere kpop #kpop yandere #yandere tbz #tbz yandere #juyeon yandere #yandere juyeon #the boyz yandere

[morbidlychubese]

i wanna be your hot wealthy feeder girlfriend. no one in their right mind would guess that inside my mansion, there’s a half ton cow laid out on my california king suckling from only the best of gainer mix, but there you would be. i’d slip off my red bottomed heels before climbing on top of your whale of a body, watching every roll ripple and hearing you whimper as my tiny knees poke into your swollen gut that’s hanging off the edge of the bed. you’d already be getting wet and all i’ve done is coo at you. “shh, mommy’s here. did you miss me?” the tube being carefully pulled from your puckered lips so i can kiss it, then shove a decadent chocolate covered strawberry into them.

i’d throw elegant parties, where you’re the main spectacle and everyone brings carts upon carts of foods to feed to you. dangling grapes in front of your chubby face and dribbling champagne down your throat. no one would be able to keep their hands off you, using you as many times as they’d like as long as there’s food being pushed into you. by the time it’s just us, you’re so swollen and covered in come that you can’t form a coherent thought from the absolute pleasure high.

you’d never want again in your life. plenty of staff would make sure you’re being fed something at all times (the real stuffing would be left to me, of course, but they’d keep the pump flowing so there’s not a chance you could lose weight), you’d be bedridden but the medical team i’d put together would keep you as fit as a whale could be. just enough to grasp at me or your video games, because we’d all know that you’re too large to reach anything else, relying on me to get you off whenever i felt like it (which would be multiple times a day, as long as we can heave up your belly.

I almost don't want to answer this, so I can keep this fantasy to myself, but gosh, if this isn't pure hedonism. Everything about this sets off a deep, deep longing to be a rich feeder's pet, pumped full of food and medicine, kept docile and happy by lavish pleasures. Melting my brain down to nothing but obsequious soup solves the problem of me thinking too much. Especially about my future. The only thing I should think about is my next meal. 11/10 fantasy!!

#fatty piggy #glorify obesity #feedee girl #fat kink #feedee belly #trans feedee #feeding kink #death feederism #gaining weight on purpose #death feedee #blubber fuck #fat piggy #make me immobile #make me wadddle

[thesreid]

Pure Love: Spencer Reid

Summary: The reader has been struggling with life recently and Spencer makes sure to help her unwind

Warnings: mind nudity mentioned

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female reader

Word count: 921

Category: fluff

Life has not been kind recently. Is it ever, though? I feel as though it’s rare that life goes easy on me. Maybe it is like that for everyone. I just know this week is finally over, and I’m hoping for a day of rest before the next one. I walk into the apartment I share with Spencer and sigh contently. I hang up my jacket and slip off my shoes before going to find some comfy clothes. I walk into our room and spot one of Spencer’s shirts and my favorite night shorts already sitting on the bed. I stare for a moment, trying to remember when I put them there.

“You’re late.”

I jump when I hear Spencer speaking. He has been gone on a case and didn’t tell me he was coming home. He walks forward and wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me softly.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming home.” I say absentmindedly as I check my watch, “I’m only about 20 minutes late. I’ve been busy at work all this week.” I explain.

He runs his hands up and down my arms and sighs, “I texted you. You were actually 23 minutes and 47 seconds late.” He corrects.

I laugh softly and rest my head against his chest. “I haven’t gotten a chance to check my phone since I got off. I’m glad you’re keeping track. This is the earliest I’ve gotten off this week, actually. It’s been awful, Spence. On my feet for hours, and we have had so many people call in this week. I’ve been so stressed.” I start to ramble.

“I’ll tell you what, you go get a bath and get comfy, and I’ll order something you like. Then we can watch a movie, or I’ll read to you. Sound good?”

I nod quickly and pull away from him. He pulls me back and gives me a swift kiss before letting me go. I ran a bath and got in, finally starting to relax. It’s actually working quite well before the bathroom door opens, with Spencer walking inside.

“You have something against knocking?” I ask sarcastically. He shakes his head and sits down on the edge of the tub, “I think we are past that point in our relationship.” He says bluntly. “Order whatever you want.” He bosses handing me a towel to dry my hands, then handing me his phone. I order what I want, then hand it to him.

He looks down at me for a long moment, making me look away. “Want me to wash your hair?” He asks softly. I looked back at him, a little surprised. “What?”

“You’re tired, and I want to take care of you. You wash your hair on Fridays, so it is clean for the weekend. I was going to do it for you.” He explains.

I’m taken aback by the offer. I’ve never had anyone do that for me before, much less had them offer. “I-I, yeah. Go ahead.” I mumble, tilting my head back as he comes around the tub. He can’t reach very well, but he seems determined nonetheless.

He pushes me back gently, so he can wet my hair. He soon gets the shampoo, massaging it into my scalp with his long fingers. I groan softly and close my eyes, letting myself relax. I let him do his thing and soon enough I feel him gently kiss my forehead. “Your hair is done, love. The food is about here, so I’m going to go wait.” He says softly before asking out.

I’d be lying if I said I’m disappointed he stops and has to leave, but I go ahead and finish my bath then get out and get dressed after drying off. I’m walking out to the bedroom when he walks in with takeout boxes. I sit down in bed and take my food from him and start eating as he turns on a show we have been watching together recently. I sit with my leg tossed over one of his as we eat. Once we are both finished, I’m curled up to his side. It’s getting later and later, and I keep getting more tired. I groan and readjust how I’m laying for the 4th time. My back hurts, and I’m about to go crazy.

“What are you doing?” Spencer asks, moving his arm that was around me. “My back hurts.” I whine and roll away from him. He sighs and gently rubs my back as I’m now laying on my stomach beside him. I feel him move and feel my shirt being pulled up. “Spencer Reid!” I scolded, trying to smack his hands away. “Y/n!” He replies playfully. “I’m just trying to rub your back, calm down.”

I pout and let myself relax. He pulls my shirt back up, and I soon feel his nimble fingers massaging my sore muscles. I relax under his touch. I don’t know how long he does it, but by the time he is done I’m mostly asleep. I feel his soft lips brush over my shoulder blades, making me hum softly. Me soon enough lays down beside me and kisses my head and wraps his arms around me holding me close to his chest. “I love you, you know? I do all this for you because you deserve it. You’d do the same for me.” I hum softly in response. “I love you too.” That’s all I say in response before I drift off to sleep.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x fem!readr #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds x reader #spencer walter reid

[sexykatsuki17]

Endeavor’s Mistake

Coming home from a mission was tuff as it was but returning home hungry from a mission was something completely different.

Endeavor was starving as he walked in through the door his stomach growled loudly as he rubbed it. Oh man Endeavor moaned as he looked through the fridge and he didn’t see anything. With a huff he closed the Fridge door he walked upstairs to take his shower.

Soon Shoto and Fuyumi came home from the grocery store. They put their stuff away and Shoto noticed that the Sushi he brought was expired. Hey Sis This sushi I bought is expired. Shoto said Oh no put it on the Counter I’ll throw it away Fuyumi said okay Shoto said he placed the Yellowtail Sushi on the counter. He continued to put the rest of the stuff away. When they finished, Shoto and Fuyumi went to their rooms.

Enji soon came downstairs, his stomach still growling Loudly from hunger. I Can’t Believe there is not a single thing of food that I can eat Enji said until he spotted the Yellowtaill on the contour. They really were listening. Enji said as he wasted no time in opening the container and eating the Yellowtail sushi he continued to consume the food. It tasted a little funny but Yellowtail usually has a Mild Slightly sour taste to it anyway so Enji finished eating it and threw the container away when he was done.

He went to bed. The Next Morning Enji woke up with a bit of a bloated Upset Stomach and he didn’t know why he didn’t eat anything bad did he. So he went to take a shower. After his shower Enji got dressed and his stomach Growled sickly as he was buttoning up his jeans. Ugh I feel awful Today Enji said. As he was walking downstairs. The smell of Coffee hit his nose, his stomach churning sickly as he placed his hand on it. He saw what food Fuyumi had put on his plate and it made him gag.

Good morning Daddy Fuyumi said, smiling at him. Good Morning Enji said You look like shit Natsuo said What’s wrong with you? Shoto asked Enji rolled his eyes as his stomach growled uncomfortably. Aren’t you going to eat breakfast dad? Fuyumi asked No I’m not hungry Endeavor said. You probably should eat something old man Natsuo said as you always told us training on an empty stomach will lead to no good, Shoto said.

yeah I know but I don’t feel like myself Enji said as he turned on his flames to his hero costume. But? Fuyumi said just leave him be Natsuo said Fuyumi nodded.

When Enji got outside he started to burp loudly. Oh excuse me Enji said as he began to walk. With every step he began to fart he farted loudly. Enji moaned, excuse me he farted again, this one being wet and loud. Oh my goodness Enji said. He held his upset belly. What in the Hell is going on with me? Enji asked in pure Malaise. His belly began to cramp, he bends down in pain he was sweating.

This must be from stress and me overworking myself. Enji said as he started farting loudly still. Ugh I have work to do, enji said so he stood on his foot and he began walking to his agency. His belly was gurgling loudly and he began to feel really nauseous.

Oh boy, why now? Enji said as he began throwing up. He threw up for a while. He began to feel weak and tired. Oh Fuck Enji moaned loudly. He got up on shaky legs. He wiped his mouth as his belly gurgled loudly still ugh I don’t feel good Enji moaned. Good morning sir Burnin said smiling you don’t look good Burnin said I’m fine just get inside and do your work Endeavor said yes sir Burnin said as she walked past Enji she heard his belly growling.

Enji moaned as he walked Into his agency and went straight to his office where he sat down. As he sat down he began to fart loudly oh my goodness, endeavor moaned as he got up to open the window. But when he got up his stomach had other plans and it gurgled loudly. Oh shit endeavor said his stomach cramped and before he knew it he started having diarrhea in his pants.

It began to come out in waves. As he farted more came out he was literally farting out his diarrhea.

Oh shit endeavor moaned loudly. Endeavor sir? His secretary asked yes? What is it? Endeavor said in pain I got some reports that some villain activity was reported Asuka said okay endeavor said anything else? Yes your squad left without you sir Asuka said okay thank you Enji said you’re welcome sir Asuka said.

Enji groaned as he started to not feel good. Why is my body going against me? Enji asked, his stomach growled loudly as he gagged loudly. He threw up in his waste bucket.

A few minutes later Enji was really pale and sick but he got up to join his team out on the battlefield.

As he got there he started farting again loudly and boy was it smelly the smell alone was enough to make endeavor gag once more. His bloated belly was quite upset and he felt cold. His vision was beginning to get blurry and he felt dizzy. Sweat was getting into his eyes as he kept going he placed a hand on his bloated organ as he got to the battlefield.

Burnin? Fill me in on what’s happening? Endeavor asked well sir, we have a small-time criminal and his thugs who decided to rob a bank. When we arrived here the police were here trying to talk to the criminals to convince them to drop this but to no reason Burin said any hostages? Endeavor asked 3 women and 2 men with their children burnin said has the Criminals started making commands? Endeavor asked not any at this time Burnin said alright let’s do this smart and calmly endeavor said.

His stomach would not let him be for anything. It started growling again oh no endeavor said as he quickly made his way to a nearby bush where he let out the loudest and watery farts ever and with that out came loose watery diarrhea. Endeavor started to feel faint and embarrassed. He let out a chunky belch that led to him puking. Oh my Burnin said as she ran to endeavor but before he could know what was going on he fainted.

When Endeavor woke up he was in hospital. He was hooked up to machines and he had a IV in his right forearm. What the heck happened To me? Endeavor asked. You passed out on the battlefield Burnin said oh yeah now I remember endeavor said yeah the nurses said that you have a fever Burnin said yeah I feel very hot endeavor said. Burnin nodded.

After a few days of being in the hospital Endeavor now knows not to do what he did last time to cause him such an awful illness.

[hungry-tum-stuff]

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Fandom/Media: Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart

Ship: Badgermao (implied)

Content Advisory: Animal Death, (fish) Descriptions of Cold, Descriptions of Hunger, Stomach Growling, Giving up a meal for someone, Light Stuffing, Tummy Rubs.

Word Count: 1.7k

*This takes place prior to the events of the show, during Mao Mao and Badgerclops’ adventures.

Authors’ Note: Special Thanks to @trashytums for getting me obsessed with Mao Mao and for posting Headcanons that I used in this little fic!!

“Mao, are you sure you should be standing waist-deep in freezing cold water?”

Mao Mao’s ears flicked slightly as Badgerclops called to them from the shore, but otherwise he stood completely still, his grip on his blade perfectly still and steady as he watched a small school of fish circle ever closer to where he had his feet planted in the stream.

“Quiet Badgerclops, you’ll scare the fish away…” He hissed, narrowing his eyes and setting his sights on a large trout that was getting particularly close to his blade.

“What?!” The badger called back, seemingly unable to make out what Mao Mao had said over the rushing water between them. Mao just bristled and tightened his grip on his sword.

“I said SHUT UP!” Mao Mao plunged his sword into the water, just narrowly missing the fish. With a cry of frustration, he dove headfirst into the stream in an attempt to grab the trout, but he only ended up thrashing and slashing wildly at the school of fish. Badgerclops sighed and turned their robotic arm into a net, extending it across the water and scooping the sopping wet cat, and a good amount of fish, out of the stream. Both were dumped onto the ground, and despite Mao Mao’s shivering, he immediately sprang into action trying to catch the fish flopping around him.

“Wow, I shoulda just done that to begin with… You alright Mao Mao?” Badgerclops reeled his arm in just as Mao drove his sword into a fish.

“I was just fine. I had everything under control, you didn’ need to fish me out.” He grumbled, impaling another fish onto what was quickly becoming a skewer.

“Dude, you fell into the river.”

“I dove! There’s a difference!”

Both of the boys paused as Badgerclops’ stomach growled noisily. Mao Mao grimaced as his friend placed a hand over his tummy: Which had been voicing its complaints infrequently throughout the day. “Whatever man, you were taking too long anyways. We haven’t eaten all day, I wasn’t gonna wait around while you perfected your technique to catch our dinner.”

Badgerclops scooped the remaining fish up and brought them over to their fire, setting them up to roast. Mao Mao trailed behind, a scowl stuck on his face.

“There’s an art to fishing-“

“Uh-huh, it’s called a net. Listen, you’re shivering, so I’m gonna work on dinner while you dry off. We’ll regroup when you’re less cold and grouchy.” Badgerclops explained as Mao Mao placed Geraldine over the fire so his skewer could cook.

“I’m not grouchy!” Mao began to argue, but before he could get any further, Badgerclops had picked him up by the scruff of his neck and placed him by the treeline where his bag was still sitting. Mao hissed and made a half-hearted swipe at his friend’s robotic arm before shaking his head and rifling through his bag for a set of dry clothes.

“…Grouchy…I can fish by myself…” He muttered, hanging his cape on a branch and shaking the water off himself.

But if Mao was being honest, he had been a little grumpier than usual these past few days. Not that he would ever admit that aloud. They both had ever since the weather turned and stayed cold. It had been impossible to forage fruits and vegetables since then, and hunting wasn’t always reliable. Fishing was the best chance they had at a steady source of food during this season, but even then, it was an incredibly time-consuming process to go through for just one meal. And for Badgerclops, that one meal usually wasn’t enough.

Mao couldn’t help but feel guilty when Badgerclops could hardly eat his fill. What kind of hero couldn’t even properly feed his partner?

The cat glanced back at the fire, where Badgerclops was adding a bit of seasoning to the fish. As the smell of cooking fish wafted over, Mao’s tummy rumbled eagerly.

“Pipe down…” He murmured, pressing his paw into his stomach harshly. He was hungry, but they’d caught enough fish for Badgerclops to eat his fill. So maybe Mao could forfeit dinner tonight: For his friend’s sake.

Mao Mao fashioned his sash a little tighter around his belly before heading back to the campfire, where Badgerclops was already eating some of the roasted fish.

“Oh, hey man! The fish is done cooking, and I seasoned them how you like it. Here, dig in!” Badgerclops insisted, holding Geraldine out to him. The skewered roasted fish on his sword made Mao Mao’s mouth water, but after a moment of wide-eyed hesitation, he swallowed thickly and slid the fish off his blade and onto Badgerclops’ plate.

“I’m uh, not hungry at the moment. Besides, I need to polish Geraldine. Her legendary glow is useless if she’s covered in fish guts.” He insisted, plopping down on the opposite side of the fire from Badgerclops, who momentarily stopped eating to look up and raise an eyebrow at his partner.

“You sure dude? This is a lot for me to eat on my own-“

“Badgerclops I’ve watched you eat an entire tree’s worth of apples. Eat the dang fish.” Mao Mao looked up from polishing his sword to glare at the other, who just nodded silently and took another bite of his food.

And despite his insistence, it took all his strength to focus on polishing his sword instead of watching Badgerclops eat.

If he wasn’t hungry before, then the smell of the fish and the sound of his friend enjoying his meal was certainly doing him in now. He was silently grateful that his stomach had quieted down, but now all that remained was a painful, hollow ache that had him nearly doubled over onto himself. But Mao opted to ignore it: Badgerclops deserved to enjoy his meal.

Which he did, because in no time, all the fish they’d caught was in the badgers’ belly.

“Oh man, that was too good… I haven’t been this full in awhile.” Badgerclops sighed contentedly, rubbing a claw over his rounded tummy and leaning back on a log. Mao Mao smiled a bit when he heard that the other was finally full, but when his own stomach twisted and panged harshly, he couldn’t help but glance over enviously.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He said sharply, sheathing his sword and tossing another log on the fire before crossing his arms. Now that the sun had fully set the cold had settled in for the night too, and Mao couldn’t suppress a shiver when a gust of wind picked up and caused his fur to stand on end.

“Aw c’mon dude, what are you sittin’ all the way over there for? Bring it in, it’s freezing tonight.” Badgerclops urged, holding his arms out. Mao sighed and heaved himself up from the ground to settle into his spot; against Badgerclops’ belly. Badgerclops didn’t hesitate to squeeze Mao in a gentle hug, and as Mao reluctantly settled into the embrace, his ears pricked up when he heard his partner’s stomach calmly digesting its’ large dinner right beside him. Badgerclops noticed the others’ involuntary movement and chuckled softly.

“Oh, sorry if my tummy’s makin’ noises, it’s still working on dinner.”

Suddenly, Mao Mao’s stomach churned and cramped up painfully, and he wrapped both arms around his middle, curling in on himself. Badgerclops looked down at his partner with concern, but before he could even ask what was wrong, Mao’s tummy groaned emptily, the sound not stifled by his arms in the slightest. Especially not with Badgerclops so close to him. He definitely heard that.

“Uh… Mao Mao? Are you hungry?”

The jig was really up now. Mao’s face immediately flushed red, but despite all signs pointing to yes, he still shook his head. “Of course not! That was your stomach! Besides, I said I wasn’t hungry.” As if to prove him wrong, his stomach rumbled desperately again, and Badgerclops just frowned and shifted slightly to look his partner in the eyes.

“Well it sounds like when you said you weren’t hungry before, you lied to me.” Mao Mao lowered his ears ashamedly as soon as Badgerclops stated the obvious, and he unfurled himself to fully face the other.

“Well, yes, but you would still be hungry right now if I hadn’t lied!” He defended, to which Badgerclops just scoffed.

“But if you told the truth then at least both of us would have something in our tummies. We can always find more food man; so you don’t need to worry this much about whether or not I’m a little hungry.” Mao’s stomach grumbled again, and he put a paw back over his tummy with a grimace. “Especially not when your stomach sounds like that.”

“But I’m a hero! My partner can’t go hungry on my watch… What kind of hero would I be if I couldn’t make grueling sacrifices, or withstand a bit of hunger?”

“Well you’d be a full hero, for starters.” Badgerclops retorted. “Listen, it’s nice that you care this much about my well-being, my last group of friends wouldn’t have cared at all… But I’m not gonna let you use your arbitrary hero rules to justify going hungry. That’s stupid.”

“They’re not arbitrary, all the rules are in this book-“

“Well you can’t be a hero on an empty stomach regardless of what the book says.” Badgerclops interrupted. “Because if a monster attacked us right now they’d totally kick your butt.”

Mao Mao crossed his arms at that. Badgerclops was probably right, his stomach ached and he felt weak and tired. He’d be no match for any kind of monster right now. His stomach whined again, and Badgerclops tentatively held a claw over his friends’ belly, to which Mao gave a silent go-ahead. Badgerclops began to rub slow, gentle circles across his partners’ soft little kitty tummy, coaxing a few more angry rumbles out in the process.

“I could still take down a monster right now.” Mao insisted after a few moments of silence.

“Don’t jinx us man. Besides, I’m literally rubbing your tummy right now, so chill out a bit.” Mao sighed and nodded, his arms staying crossed.

“Thank you, Badgerclops.”

“Anytime, Mao Mao.”

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Safe With Me PT. 3

Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 3970

This is a fix-it fic of season four of Stranger things. It follows the show, for the most part, I have just changed a few things so that I could add the character of the Reader.

Eddie and reader are bored and so they pass the time like anyone else would, by having sex.

Warning: 18+ Smut, daddy kink, dom Eddie, oral (m receiving), PinV unprotected sex.

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It was Monday now and there was no sight of our friends. No one had radioed us since they had left us Sunday morning, so, I was taking that as a good sign, hopefully. Having smoked a copious amount of weed yesterday, Eddie and I had almost cleared out all of our food stash. 

We were no town to three bottles of water, a half-eaten bag of regular Doritos as well as a full bag of cool ranch flavored one, a singular Grumpy Grape flavored Squeezit, a bag of unpopped popcorn, and a box of frosted flakes. 

I had a headache from all the sugar as I nursed one of the last bottles of water. “Remind me to give them an actual grocery list the next time they go to the store. I would have expected the junk food from the younger ones, but Steve knows better.” I groaned. 

“Yeah, I’d kill for some pizza rolls.” Eddie mused from the other side of the couch. 

“Yeah but the microwave is busted, I tried to start it up earlier so we could have popcorn, remember?” I pointed out.

“Shit, you're right.” He leaned his head back on the couch.

Tapping my fingers against my arms, I huffed. “I am so fucking bored.” 

“Says the one who could leave when she wants.” Eddie pushed at my feet as I went to lay them across his lap. 

I laughed, “If I were to leave, you would really be bored then. I may be here to keep you company but my main purpose is to keep you from going insane.” 

“You can’t keep me from doing that cause I already am,” Eddie joked back.

“Well then, I’m keeping you from falling further into the madness.” 

His hands massaged my feet and I giggled when he touched a particularly ticklish part. “Eddie stop, that tickles.” 

“Nah, I don’t think I will.” He grinned sadistically before he clamped down on my right ankle and wiggled his fingers over the bottom of my foot. 

“Stop!” I cried, laughing harder, trying to kick my foot from his grip.

“Why?”  

“Because! Stop please!” I pleaded with him. My abdomen was hurting with how hard I was laughing. “I can’t breathe! Eddie!” 

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But only if you give me a kiss.” His tickling stopped but his grip on my ankle was holdfast, letting me know he could start again at a moment's notice. “Come on sweetheart, right here.” He tapped his index finger on his lips.

“I think I can handle that.” I pushed myself up and Eddie let go of my ankle. Scooting over to him, I threw my leg over his so that I was now straddling him. He smiled a dopey smile up at me as he puckered up his lips and closed his eyes. Giggling, I planned my lips on his. 

Eddie’s hands came to hold me at my waist as we kissed. The feeling of his lips on mine, although chapped, felt like pure heaven. It started off sweet, but soon his hands found their way under my shirt and they started gripping roughly at the exposed skin. His rings were cold on my back and he pressed me further into him, I gasped into his mouth at the feeling. Taking my open mouth as an advantage, Eddie immediately licked into my mouth with his tongue. I was surprised but nevertheless, I let him explore, meeting him with my own tongue. 

The sound of our kissing was wet and soft, like music to my ears, especially the short grunts he made when my hips started to slowly grind forward along the expanse of his thigh. As our kisses became greedy and harder, I could feel a dull ache begin to form in the pit of my stomach. 

“Eddie,” I sighed when I pulled away from his lips to kiss my way down the side of his neck. 

“Yeah, baby?” He breathed into my shoulder.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this, what if the others come by?” I asked, but never halted my grinding down on his leg. 

“Screw them, sweetheart, I need you.” He moved one of his hands from my back to my chin, pulling me to look at him. “I need you so bad.”

“Need you too,” I whined, feeling the ache permeate through my lower body.

“Why don’t you show Daddy how much you need him? Hum, baby?” Eddie knew what he was doing when his voice shifted to that low seductive tone and he pulled out one of the many names I used for him in bed. 

Wasting no time, I reconnected our lips and began to grind a little harder into his lap, there wasn’t much friction happening between two pairs of denim jeans but it was enough to have me panting after a few minutes. 

Eddie’s fingers fiddled with the buttons of my pants as he moved his lips from mine down my neck to where he stopped to suck along my collarbone. “Take these off, baby.”

Eagerly, I stepped off his lap and slowly, teasingly pushed my jeans down my legs. When they pooled around my feet, I stepped out of them and sat back on Eddie’s lap. Straight away his hands were toying with the soft lacey fabric of my black panties. 

“God, you are so beautiful, Princess. So fucken’ beautiful.” He kissed me deeply. I sighed happily when he gripped my hips again and started to lead my hips in grinding down on him. No longer covered by a thick layer of denim, I could now feel as my clit grazed lightly over his thigh through the thin layer of fabric that was my panties. 

“Fuck.” I pulled him into another wet kiss, wanting to be as close as possible. “Touch me please.” 

“No baby, I told you to show me how much you need me. I’m no touching you till you do that for me.” 

“But-”

“No buts or daddy’s gonna have to teach you a lesson on how to follow directions and talk back.” Eddie gave the outside of my thigh a sharp smack.

“Yes sir.” I lowered my head all the while still rubbing myself against him. 

“That’s more like it Sweetheart.” His thumb smoothed over the skin where he had hit me. 

After a few more times of rolling my clit along his thigh, I slid my way off his lap and between his legs. My eyes never lost contact with his as I dragged my hands over his chest and stomach before placing them on his lap. He stared down at me, mouth slightly a gap as I rubbed his quickly hardening cock through his black jeans. 

My fingers deftly unbuckled his handcuff belt and unzipped his pants. He sighed in relief as the tight pressure of being constrained in his pants left. Before I took him out, I gently massaged his thighs, smirking a bit when I felt the mussels in his legs twitch. 

“Come on baby, don’t keep Daddy waiting.” One of his hands fisted in my hair, and the other white-knuckled the fabric of the couch. 

I hummed in response, taking my eyes away from him so I could watch as I gingerly took his cock from the confines of his underwear and tugged down the tiniest bit on his pants so he could rest outside of them more comfortably. 

Although he was hard, the skin of his cock was soft and silky, surrounded by a thick bush of curly black hair which thinned out as it traveled up and disappeared under his t-shirt. I watched in awe, like always, as a thick milky bead of pre-cum pooled at the slit of his head. 

The thumb of my right hand slowly and tentatively, slid over that bead, smearing it along his angry red skin of him.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathed out, head leaning back, his hand clutching my hair a little tighter. 

The sounds he made always made me smile, happy to know I make him feel so good without having done much. My thumb swiped mack over the slit, smearing over a new bead of pre-cum. This time though, instead of using it to wet his cock, I let go of him and stuck my thumb into my mouth. 

“Mumm.” I moaned at the taste of him, salty and tangy. “You always taste so good, Daddy.”

“Yeah, baby?” He groaned.

“Yeah.” The reply was soft but I knew he heard.

Spitting into my hand, I placed it back on his cock, this time in the middle of his shaft, and began to pump up and down. It made a slick noise as I moved my hand at a moderate pace. 

“That’s it, princess, just like that.” At his words, I moved my left hand from its place on Eddie’s thigh and cupped his swollen and heavy balls. “Ah,” He moaned, hips bucking into my hand. “Come on baby, let Daddy have your mouth.”

I did as told, bringing my mouth up to the head of his cock, blowing gently onto the tip before opening wide and taking him in. His taste totally filled my scenes, there was nothing but him as I began to bob up and down. My hand stroked what couldn’t fit into my mouth without deep throating him and my other fondled his sack. 

Eddie was making soft moaning sounds along with a few grunts. His hand began to push my mouth further down onto him in turn making his cock ram father into my throat, eliciting a gag from me. 

“I love it when you gag on me. My fuckin’ favorite sound.” He cooed. He kept pushing me down, fucking himself with my throat. My hands moved from his cock so I could brace myself on his thighs. The fingers in my hair tightened, making me moan. 

After several thrusts into my mouth, Eddie let me go. My mouth came away from him, connected only by a long string of saliva from my lips to his head. I coughed a bit, trying to catch my breath. 

“Take those panties off and get up here.” His eyes were intense as they stared down at me, watching as I stood to slip my panties off. Eddie held his hand out once they were off my legs. I handed them to him. 

There was something about him bringing my panties to his face and taking a deep whiff that turned me on even more than I already was. My thighs pressed together tightly, trying to relieve the throbbing I was filling in my clit. 

“God,” he let out a guttural moan. “You smell so sweet.” He smiled up lazily at me before lifting his hips and tucking my panties into the back pocket of his jeans. 

When he was seated back fully on the couch, I went and took my place on his lap. 

“No, no baby, other way,” Eddie smirked, twirling his finger in the air. 

“Yes, Daddy.” I obeyed, moving off of him again and turning around. His hand came to rest on the small of my back, guiding me down into his lap. I could feel the hardness of his cock between us. “Now, take that shirt off baby, and the bra.” 

Eddie gasped a bit when I wiggled against his cock while pulling my shirt over my head. After it was thrown haphazardly to the ground, I unhooked the clasps of my bra and slid it off. All the while, his hands were exploring the soft skin of my back and hips. His grip on the plush, plump skin of my hips was sure to leave bruises for a couple of days, not that I minded any. 

“What now?” I asked as I felt him lean forward to press his lips to my spine. 

“I want you to fuck yourself on my cock.” The breath of his words tickled my skin and I pulled away slightly.

“But Daddy, we haven’t-,” I whined.

“What did I say about buts baby?” He tugged on my hair, cutting me off. 

A moan left me at the feeling, “No buts or I get punished.” 

“What a good girl, you remembered.” My stomach did a flip at the praise. “Now, I know you can take it, princess, I wouldn’t ask you to if I knew you couldn’t.” His thumbs rubbed tight soothing circles into my skin. 

“Okay, Daddy.” I looked back at him, grinning.

“That’s my good girl.” 

With that, I stood up slightly and reached between my legs for his cock. Eddie helped me a bit by grabbing hold of him, but after that, I was on my own. I slowly slid his tip through my wet folds. Honestly, I was sure I was so turned on, that I could just cum by him just speaking to me. 

Whimpering, I slowly seated myself down on him. He was tight, I could take him, but it was a shaper sting and stretch than it would have been if I had been worked up. My head lulled back when he bottomed out inside of me, at that angle, he filled me completely, he hit every nerve just right and he wasn’t even moving.

“You feel so good Daddy,” I leaned back into his chest. 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Mumhum.” I nodded beginning to bounce my hips a bit. 

“Your cunt is tight as ever. Squeezin’ me so tight.” 

My hands shot out to hold onto the arm of the couch and the cushion beside us as Eddie’s hips jerked up slightly into me, making me lose my balance a bit. His hands held onto me tightly as my hips moved more. 

I couldn’t get enough of him and the feeling his cock gave me when it was inside of me. I moaned out loudly whenever my inside walls constricted around him. The cool spring air in the house hit my skin which was quickly becoming damp with perspiration. The mix of hot skin and cold air aroused a tingle in me which caused my nipples to pebble and harden and my skin to rise in goosebumps. 

Eddies hands began to explore my body as I upped my pace. “Fuck,” I whispers as he began to pinch my erect buds between his thumb and forefinger. At first, it was a soft pinch that soon grew into slight tugs and then harder tweaks. 

Arousal was seeping down from my cunt and over Eddie’s thighs. I was sopping wet and it was all because of the metalhead under me. 

“Come on baby, I think you can go a bit faster.” He groaned into my ear. 

I tried to pick up the base, but I could only go so fast. My legs and arms were beginning to ache as I used them to propel myself up off his cock only to come down and go right back up in quick succession. The position was one that put great strain on me without any help from him. Eddie, seeing that I was leveling off in speed, choose to remove his hands from my breasts and bring them back to my hips. His grip was strong, stronger than before, as he moved them for me, aiding his deep thrusts.

My mouth fell open at the sensation of him. His tip was hitting my cervix just right, every time he hit there was a shockwave of pleasure sent throughout my entire body. My hand holding onto the couch cushion slowly slithered into my lap and between my parted legs. I needed to feel something on my clit, anything other than cool air ghosting over. 

A loud squill left me as soon as I pressed my fingers to the bundle of nerves. I couldn’t keep my eyes open at the feeling of ecstasy. My hips sputters as my hand started to rub tight circles into my skin. The muscles of my forearm burned at the speed I was going. 

I was getting closer and the sloppy wet sounds of our fucking weren’t helping. With every squelch or slap of skin, I was clenching around him like my life depended on it. My breathing was becoming more and more labored and fast, I couldn’t catch up, not with all the movement, the want to cum but also the want to last longer. 

“Come on Princess, I can feel how that pretty pussy is squeezing me oh so tight. Let go, I know you want to.” His voice was beyond erotic. It was raspy from all his grunts and growls, similar to how he sounded after performing with his band, but way sexier. 

The heat of my body was becoming too much and so was the seemingly never-ending ache in my abdomen. “S’too much.” I cried as I ripped my hand away from my clit. My cunt spasmed at the sudden loss but it gave no relief as Eddie continued to fuck up into me. 

“Cum for me yeah? Need you to before I can baby. Come on.” He cooed into the skin of my back before practically throwing me down onto his cock and he thrust up and pulled me off to repeat the move. 

“Right there, m’rigth there.” I cried, chest heaving. 

Eddie moved one hand from my hip to my sensitive clit. “When I tell you to, you let go.” 

“Yes sir,” I nodded frantically, feeling that familiar needy, carnal pressure about to overflow. 

His fingertips finally pressed hard into me before being removed and harshly slapped against the wet skin of my clit. A cry of pain and pleasure erupted from me only to be gargled into a moan when he roughly began moving his fingers side to side in a quick motion against my clit. 

“Now, Princess, now.” 

My legs snapped shut around his hand as I let go. As I came, my screams filled the air.  My body shook and trembled against his with the release of all my pre-orgasm tension. It was unlike anything I had ever felt and altogether the most spectacular orgasm I had endured. 

Eddie’s fingers were still languidly stroking my clit after I came down, causing me to jerk my hips away and place my hands on his wrist to still him. 

“No more.” I pleaded. My muscles were like like jelly as I fell back against his chest, unable to hold myself up. 

“You did so good baby,” He praised while placing soft, gentle kisses along my shoulder. 

I sighed into him, exhausted, never wanting to leave his embrace. “M’humgry.” I mumbled. 

“Well, let's get cleaned up first.” He lifted my hips. “Come on, up you go,” he chuckled. 

I gasped at the feeling of being empty as well as the sensation of his cum flowing down my thighs. Too busy having my own orgasm, I didn’t notice if he had had his. 

Eddie left me sitting on the couch before he walked off into the kitchen. He came back with a damp rag which he used to gently clean up the mess we had made. 

He sighed as he looked up at me. “I probably shouldn’t have used one of our last bottles of water to do this, but Rick’s water has been turned off too.”

“Eddie,” I grumped. “Really?” 

“Sorry,” He scrunched his face up.

“I guess I could go to town real quick and get us some stuff.” I sat up, now shivering from being completely naked in the spring air. “Here, hand me my shirt.” I stuck my hand out and Eddie stretched over the coffee table to grab my shirt. 

“Don’t do that, we can just call Henderson.” 

“Eddie,” I huffed as I threw the shirt over my head. “We need water to live, as well as more food, and Dustin and the others haven’t answered us since seven thirty, it’s almost-,” I stopped for a second to grab his wrist and pull it toward me to look at his watch. “It's almost three now. If they were gonna come give us stuff they would have told us and they would have been here by now.” 

He snatched his writs away and started to gather up the rest of my clothes which were strewn across the living room. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, you still aren’t going.”

“And why is that? Saturday night you didn’t want me to stay with you.” 

“Can’t a guy change his mind?” He tossed my pants and bra at me.

“I mean yeah, but why? Also, Eddie, I’m gonna need my underwear back.” I sighed, slipping my bra on under my shirt.

“Nope, they’re mine now.” He gave an evil smirk as he pats his back pocket with my panties sticking out the tiniest bit. 

“You’re gross, you know that?” I stood unsteadily and slipped on my pants, shifting at the uncomfortable feeling of denim on my bare cunt. “You also didn’t answer my question.”

“Don’t make me say it.” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest. 

“How am I supposed to make you say what ‘it’ is?” I flopped back on the couch.

“I just don’t want you to go, that's all.”

“Yeah, but there is an underlying reason. Come on, baby, you can tell me.”

“I,” He started, “Just forget about it, he stalked into the kitchen.

I stood to my feet, wobbled a little, but eventually made it to the table he was seated at. My hands ran over his shoulders and down his chest so that I was hugging him from behind. I stuck my face around him, resting my chin in the crook of his neck. “Tell me, please?” I asked sweetly.

“Ugh, fine.” He gave in. “You make me feel safe. I-I don’t want to be left alone.” His hands came up to grasp at mine, holding them tightly.

I turned my head on his shoulder to look at him better. “Eds baby, there is no shame in being scared. What happened to you was anything but sunshine and rainbows and I don’t expect you to be fine overnight. I’m sorry I pushed you.”

He raised my right hand to his mouth and gave it a peck. “S’okay. I just never thought I would be scared like this ever in my life and telling you, someone I consider I am supposed to protect from everything, makes me feel like I can’t even do that.” 

I could feel tears pooling in my eyes, Eddie rarely got emotional, but when he did, it always made me cry. “Can you turn around?” I asked, voice wavering as I let go of him and backed up.

He scooted his chair around to where he was facing me and gave a short smile. I whipped my tears away with the back of my hands and took a step back to him.

“I love you, you know that?” I cupped his cheeks in my hands and brought his lips to mine. It was a sweeter kiss compared to the ones we shared only a little while ago, full of unadulterated emotion. He kissed back tenderly, his hands moving my sides, pulling me into him. 

“I love you.” He muttered against my lips. I smiled at those three words. Eddie never said I love you too, only I love you, letting me know that his love was not a reply to my own, that it wasn’t conditional on if I loved him as well, it was I love you because he wholeheartedly and truly did. 

With one last peck to his lips, I pulled away and walked to the side of the table which had the bags of food. Taking out the half-eaten bag of regular Doritos, I looked at Eddie. “Well, I guess this is as good as it's gonna get.”

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