#humans are able to chew food

[maddest-scientist-ms]

You know what i hate? Like a lot? All these videos on Youtube with AI generated images describing a world where alien life exist and is absolutely pathetic. You know, like "Alien biologist couldn't believe", "Deathworlders", uh, uhh, "What the hell is snow", all this bullshit. Like god fucking damn it, what in the holy shit is this nonsense - They seriosly make worlds where there isn't a predator more dangerous than A PARROT FOR GODS SAKE. What kind of antidarvinistic nonsense is that, does survival of the fittest just DOESNT EXIST ON HALF OF THE PLANETS? For crying out loud, there are videos talking about how majority of alien species don't have IMMUNITY and BASIC REGENERATION, like what the hell? Is mother nature just giving participation trophies, it just allows to exist creatures unadapted for living outside of a fairytale book? There was an actual video where they clamed that exept for earth THERE ISNT A SINGLE PLANET IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE OMNIVORY EXISTS! Forget fucking Warhammer 40K, THERE! HERE'S TRUE HUMAN SUPERIORITY!

And like not only species, even planets where the species come from are cosmic level of soy - Aliens have never seen, and i quote, SNOW, RAIN, EARTHQUAKES, GRAVITY OF EARTH LEVEL OR HIGHER, AND FUCKING SEASONS. Fuck Drake Equasion, apparently there are THOUSANDS of tropical planets on perfect round orbits to eliminate seasons, with no geological activity, SOMEHOW silmontaniosly NO STRONG WINDS EVER and overhall COMPLETLY PERFECT FOR LIFE, and there's only DOZENS on Earth-like planets with SEASONS and VOLCANOES, and even those are probably not as bad as earth because HUMANITY IS A SUPREME SPECIES IN ALL OF THE UNIVERSE.

[carebearbussy]

ᥫ᭡ thinking about heian era! sukuna having a heavy breeding kink, seemingly out of nowhere.

you bring up a mere idea at dinner, the conversation quickly turning normal, to you bringing up an idea he had never given a second thought to.

"do you ever want kids with me, 'kuna?"

you would ask him, innocently enough, a sickeningly sweet tone hidden beneath your words. but you would already know the answer to this question. he would look up at you, then back down at his food, annoyance pondering his mind. eating a slab of salmon sashimi, he took a bite, chewing slow enough to hint at his potential answer. placing down his chopsticks, he would look back up at you, scoffing to himself at your foolish inquiry.

"those small, annoying humans that require too much attention for their own good? no thank you, i have better things to attend to."

he says, focusing on the meal before him. but his thoughts soon get the best of him. and now that he thinks about it, he will need an heir eventually. and not only that, but what would you be like? as a mother specifically. you would require more attention than most of the time. which was something he secretly enjoyed indulging in, despite his negative reasoning towards infants. how would you look?

you would be more swollen than usual, you stomach would grow larger by day, your breasts will most definitely become more full by the day. the bigger picture, which was you, enticed him in a way. something about seeing you round with his child really had his head going.

and so thats how you ended up here, you knees tightly locked against your stomach, as sukuna absolutely plows into your already stuffed cunt.

this was the seventh time? eighth time? at this point, you couldn't keep track. but he had came wayyyy too many times more than an average man should be able to. it was excruciating, really, the whimpers leaving your mouth, his hands bringing your knees closer to your chest with every move of his hips.

his seed was leaking out of you, glop by glop, dripping down your bottom even more, as he kept going harder and rougher. splashes of your juices paired with his cum stained the bed, the squelching of your pussy becoming deafening with every smack of his heavy balls against the rim of your ass. and the tight grip he had on your locks wasn't helping his case.

"hah, you're gonna give your king his offspring? yeah? r' you gonna be a good little mother f'me? make me an heir?"

he asks, your head barely able to focus on anything other than trying to stay sane. you felt sooo full, but this apparently wasn't enough for sukuna, or his heavy urges to breed your sloppy cunt. you nod eagerly, not wanting him to go any harder than he already has. but with the way he kept abusing your womb, it seemed like you were enjoying it, as sukuna relishes in your facial expression, your eyes rolling back, your mouth hung open wide enough to stuff two of his free fingers in.

"you'd be such a good mother, so obedient too. you wanted to rile me up, didn't you? i'll give you what you want, woman."

moaning into his fingers, you swirl your tongue around his digits, making him hum contently. you try to focus your vision onto his eyes, but the way he pushed his chest further into yours, had you practically cross eyed. hitting a new angle, you felt yourself completely let go, officially adding onto your list of orgasms you had previously had that night.

he released his fingers from your mouth, a coat of your saliva stringing upon release. he ceases to pull out of you, instead letting himself nuzzle nicely into your warmth, releasing yet again inside of you, earning a whine of complaint on your behalf. he playfully slaps your cheek with his wet hand, trailing it down to your pussy, playing in the ring of his semen around his cock. you squirm slightly, as you watch him then bring his cum coated fingers up to your mouth, pushing them back inside your mouth, making you taste his seed, some of his cum pooling around your lips.

"does that taste good? i bet it does, since you seem to love my seed so much. i cant wait to see you so full, besides from right now, of course."

[mysumeow]

ᯓ★ KINKTOBER DAY 6: OVERSTIMULATION

ᓚᘏᗢ WARNINGS: Afab body reader, overstimulation (receiving), unprotected piv, handholding omg officer this fic right here /j

ᓚᘏᗢ SUMMARY: When you simp so hard...it actually gets you were you want?

ᓚᘏᗢ WORD COUNT: 2.4k

ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: doneeee with my pending kinktober posts omgggg i thought i could use the whole week to procrastinate my days only playing infinity nikki and but then some stuff came up and ive barely been at home T_T but i really wanted to check this off my list before i lost the inspiration ueueueueue

. . . KINKTOBER MASTERLIST | TWST MASTERLIST

“Ace—“

“Oh, boy. I know where this is going.”

“Did you see Malleus’s—”

“I did, and I don’t want to hear you gush about it.”

“His radiance is unfair, but I’m not even mad about it. And that ponytail? He should wear his hair like that more often, he looks so—”

Fed up with your yapping, Ace forced a spoonful of his lunch into your mouth. “Thank the great seven that the cafeteria's so noisy no one heard anything. I would’ve run away and pretended I didn’t know you.”

You didn’t even bother chewing before you swallowed the lump of food down your throat to continue. “Don’t even let me get started on what I would do if I got my hands in his ponytail.”

Ace groaned in annoyance and opened his mouth to cut you off before you got started, but his face paled when his eyes landed on someone behind you that heard you talk about his liege like that.

“Human! Such unbecoming thoughts…!” was none other than Sebek. Had he not gripped his lunch tray hard enough, it would’ve clattered to the floor. Curse the fae part of his blood that gave him better hearing.

If Sebek was around, then Malleus too…

Was this the end of the renowned Ramshackle prefect? Was this the way your journey into this unknown wonderland would finish? If you were lucky enough, dying was the way to return home…

“Sebek, it’s not polite to interrupt someone’s conversation,” Malleus reprimanded him. “Let’s continue in our way. We’re in the middle of the entrance.”

“Yes, my liege.” Sebek’s infuriated expression calmed down, and he followed him.

“I thought you were a goner!” Ace couldn’t help but laugh, his hands on his tummy.

“Do you think he heard? I don’t think I’ll be able to speak to him ever again.” meanwhile, you hid your face behind your palms.

“That’s what you get for subjecting me to your lovesick babble.” Ace poked your side. “If it serves to console you, he didn’t seem angry. Then again, who knows what a prince is thinking.”

“Maybe I should go apologize.”

“Errh, it’s best not to bring up the topic again, in case he didn’t hear you. Maybe he was thinking of something else and didn’t notice it.” He shrugged and went back to eating his lunch before it got cold. “Do whatever will allow you to sleep better tonight.”

After this, sleeping tonight wasn’t something you were going to be doing much, that’s for certain.

You found yourself at the door of his club before you could decide whether confronting it was a good idea or not. You were just going to say hi and probe his reactions to decipher if he was mad or not. If there was any crackling of lightning happening, you knew that was your cue to run away…

“Prefect.”

Your hand stopped just before you could knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Your hand sweated while you turned the knob and stepped in with caution. You expected a rapid flash of lightning to strike you down the moment you stepped into the empty classroom; instead, Malleus had his hands occupied with stone sculpting tools. His movements ceased when his eyes found yours.

“Come closer. You won’t be able to hear me at that distance.”

You made it inside without being turned into a pile of ash. That was a good start.

“I doubt I’ll have any more visitors other than you this afternoon,” he surveyed you for a second. “You appear to be uneasy. Did something happen?”

“No,” you were quick to deflect. “Uh, you said something about having visitors now?”

“Well, of course. I placed an announcement about a gargoyle tour for today, but, as usual, there’s a lack of invitees. Other than you, that is.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you didn’t come here for that—besides, the tour could be interesting. You weren’t against the idea of dipping your toes into the history of gargoyles.

He must’ve noticed your contemplative expression, as he continued with a: “Or did you show up with other intentions?”

“I came here for the tour!” you blurted out. “I’ve always wondered what your club was like, and since you’re knowledgeable about gargoyles, I would like to listen more about them.”

“I appreciate your enthusiasm. Well then, let us begin.”

By the time the tour ended, your worries had gone to the back of your mind, as you were immersed in the eloquent manner Malleus carried his words and shared his vast knowledge in gargoyles.

“I didn’t know there was a difference between a gargoyle and a grotesque. Being honest, they looked pretty much the same to me.”

“Correct, don’t confound the two. Gargoyles are a lot more than mere decoration. Good to know the tour has served as a new acquisition of knowledge for you.”

“I don’t get why people don’t visit your club more often. You’re great at explaining stuff, and I didn’t know gargoyles had this much history behind them. If it were Trein trying to explain this to me in the slow voice he uses during lectures, I wouldn’t have retained half of what I just learned.”

“I agree. The world should appreciate gargoyles more. Now, I’ll hold a pop quiz for you.”

“Oh—”

“It’s in your interest to say the correct answer, or this will be the last time you see me in this hairstyle.”

“Huh?!”

As your thoughts reeled into the implications of his declaration, Malleus threw the first question.

“What does this particular gargoyle represent?”

“A-Ah, that one! The power of metamorphosis, right? The ability to transcend beyond mortal limitations to higher realms of consciousness...something like that.” You were 99% sure that was what Malleus said earlier.

“Why are gargoyle’s expressions, which are commonly regarded as terrifying, like that?”

That was an easier one. “To ward off evil spirits and protect the people.”

“Right answer, although too simple. It also serves as a reminder that actions have consequences,” the way his lips curved with a taunting smile made you think that he did hear you in the cafeteria after all. “Last question: Why do some gargoyles have wings while others don’t?”

This one took longer for you to come up with an answer. You had a faint memory of him explaining it, but it was brief.

“Was it because they’re located in higher to protect places like towers?”

“Interesting observation. They don’t always represent ubication, however. Wings could represent divinity. A lack of wings meant terrestrial creatures.”

“…Did I fail the pop quiz?”

“Even though you could’ve done better, your score is acceptable,” the corners of his mouth quirked up with a barely held back amused smile. “Anything else you’d like to add?”

“I’m sorry for what happened during lunch.”

“Humans are skillful when it comes to deflecting from the truth, even when one’s inquiries are direct. I must admit, I welcome your honest opinion about my hairstyle today. Even if delivered in such an immodest fashion.”

“Did Lilia suggest the change in hairstyle?”

“He did.”

“He’s got a keen eye for this, then,” you nodded. “I… think it suits you. It’s a fresh look on you, which doesn’t take away your princely charms.”

“Princely charms…?” he placed a hand on his chin, in thought.

“I—”

“You sure know how to get in someone’s good graces.” He chuckled. “You’re welcome to thread your fingers into my hair. Just do not dishevel it too much, or I can’t promise what could happen to you if you do.”

Despite his ominous threat, Malleus leaned down to allow you better access to his head. With how close he was, a rush of ardor made you giddy, but you remained calm. You stretched your arm to caress the lush locks, your fingers threading into them. Cautious. His hair was well taken care of, the brush of the strands like silk against your skin.

“Last time anyone dared to caress my head that way was Lilia when I was still a child,” Malleus reminisced in a hushed tone. “Back then, I thought it was patronizing, to an extent. I don’t feel it that way now, however. How peculiar.

Malleus could be rather elusive at times, and, depending on what he would say, you weren’t sure you had understood him right. Yet, on this occasion, he wasn’t against your touches. That’s what you understood.

While in your thoughts, your fingers wandered close to an uncharted zone: the base of his horns.

By the time you noticed, it was late. Malleus raised his head to look at you, the change in his eyes evident.

If not for the pinkish flush taking hold of his cheeks, you would’ve thought you did something you shouldn’t have.

“You may proceed. I don’t…dislike the feeling,” he said, not moving away. If anything, he tilted his head closer to your hand. His throat emitted a low vibration, which you soon discovered was similar to a purr. Dragon fae could do that?

Your hands pressed against his chest when you felt him inch you towards a nearby desk, tools for carving forgotten near its edge.

“It appears that you aren’t aware of it, but my kind doesn’t lower their head to allow just anyone to touch their horns. They’re personal,” His slit pupils stared into yours, unwavering. “Why did you stop your hand? Do you not accept my advancements?”

You felt your mouth go dry with his towering presence. How he caged you in with his bigger figure, looming over you. “I do accept them!” you blurted out.

After you spoke, Malleus’s thumb caressed your lower lip, and his attention shifted there. Mere seconds after, his eyes closed as he leaned in, the message of what was about to happen clear enough. With your quickened heart, you reciprocated the oncoming affection.

It was unfair. Silky hair and soft lips unlike anything you’ve touched before. Typical of a dragon, Malleus soon grew impatient and greedy. Regardless of inexperience, the fervor in his heart made up for it. His fangs were in the way, numerous times threatening to break through your skin despite his efforts to keep the kiss prudent. You were addicted to the feeling of them creating subtle punctures, however.

His hand slithered behind your back to keep you upright; the space between your bodies became none. There was an obvious hardness concealed behind his pants that pushed and grinded against your body. The friction ignited pleasure. You lacked the constraint to avoid grinding against it, the pleasure straight to your clit.

“Does that feel good?”

You nodded, out of breath.

Malleus grabbed your legs and placed them around his hips; the push of his body into yours was stronger now. He moved in tandem with your grinding, the surge in pleasure hooking you to a nonstop movement. Your arms shot to wrap around his shoulders, bringing him closer. His lips and teeth sought your neck to litter it with his own marks. The noise of the desk’s leg creaking against the floor faded to the background; you were close to coming.

His lips engulfed yours, your moan of his name swallowed by him.

In the meantime, you caught your breath and undid the purple belt around his body.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” He watched you struggle to undress him, the waves of your orgasm still fresh.

“I need you,” you admitted, finally pushing the coat off his shoulders.

“Glad to oblige.”

He finished the work and nudged your legs open to stand in between them. Thick and long—specially long—his dick was erect with a hefty amount of precum on its head. The size might be a little intimidating, but given how wet you were, it shouldn’t be a problem.

Malleus enclosed you, keeping his arms rigid to prop himself on top of your torso; his ponytail cascaded down his shoulder. You were tempted to reach out and brush your fingers in it. Maybe on another occasion.

A hand went to yours to hold it, which caused you to dart a glance at him, in question. His hand engulfed yours to near completion; if the difference in size wasn’t evident enough from height, this consolidated it. Meanwhile you marveled, Malleus jutted until it was inside of you, pushing your walls to accommodate him. It was no laughing matter—his cock prodded into the deepest part of your cunt, and yet, a couple of inches remained outside.

Malleus squeezed your hand with reassurance, taking note of your breathless state.

Backing down wasn’t an option for you. You needed him. Even if the stretch tiptoed close to pain, this—you wanted it. Even if the buzz from your previous orgasm still thrummed in your body and your clit was tender, you hugged his frame with your legs and offered the final push that remained to take him in until the base. At your encouragement, Malleus huffed from the surge in pleasure, eyes closed to embrace the feeling.

You canted your hips upwards to meet his thrusts; the creaking of the desk’s leg restarted its noise. Malleus gripped your hand with more fervor, lost in pleasure and forgetting about it. In turn, you gave his a firm squeeze. His chest heaved with deep breaths, a low groan making its way out every couple of seconds. He lowered until your chests were squeezed together, the hand that held your hip snaking to the back and grasping your shoulder to impel you harder. The rhythmic onslaught kindled your libido. One step away from the climax.

You came undone beneath him a second time; he didn’t stand a chance with how your pussy clamped down around him. His lips parted with a silent gasp as he came too, viscous cum pumped inside and coating your walls.

“Mal—” Your voice came at a higher pitch than you’re used to. He already came, but his thrusts haven’t stopped. They were slow and deliberate, not allowing a single drop to slip away from your cunt.

He dipped his head to kiss you, his lips encased yours. Albeit less frenetic, it wasn’t any less loving.  Just now, you remember your intertwined hands.

“I’m sorry,” you had dug your nails quite fervently. “I didn’t notice.”

“How do you plan on making it up to me?” 

“Ah…”

“Next time, when you harbor thoughts of such forward nature, I’d appreciate it more if you cofessed them to me only.”

[blvdprn]

CW: dark, necrophilia technically (IF I MADE IT INTO A FIC ISTG IT WLD HV A GOOD REASON PLZ), dub-con (i swear), gore, unstable reader, cannibalism, reeeaaaally vague sex

pre-zombie!bf who’d always set up a sleeping place and make it as cozy as possible just for you. it didn’t matter if it was in the middle of the forest, a store, a rundown mall—he’d always try to make you feel comfortable just like before the apocalypse.

pre-zombie!bf who scolded you every time you put yourself in harms way for him. it didn’t matter if he could defend himself or not, you were always doing it because you loved him.

pre-zombie!bf who did the same thing you did even if it was subconsciously. he was such a hypocrite and he didn’t even notice, but you did.

pre-zombie!bf who gave you a weird look when you asked him if he’d still love you if you were a zombie. then gave you another weird look when you asked him if he’d let you love him even if he were a man eating cannibalistic rotting walking corpse. he said yes (at some point…) to both.

pre-zombie!bf who sometimes went on secret runs while you were asleep in a safe spot. he wanted to scavenge for food and other necessities without you being in danger.

pre-zombie!bf who got stupidly bit on one of those secret runs like an idiot. he cried a little, he wasn’t going to lie. so he decided he wanted to at least cherish your last moments together.

pre-zombie!bf who started acting weird. getting a little more touchy, a little more loving. he began to be a little more emotional and open. you weren’t sure why, but you had a horrible gut feeling.

pre-zombie!bf who wanted one last night with you. but when he asked, you said no. it wasn’t because you didn’t want to, it was just… maybe that horrible feeling you had was a warning that something was going to happen if you were distracted.

pre-zombie!bf who got really fucking sad. but it was fine, he was still going to spend his last minute with you until he couldn’t.

pre-zombie!bf who snuck out and ran away as far as he could to not hurt you. he tied himself to a tree instead of killing himself—not wanting to use a weapon because he wanted to leave them all to you.

pre-zombie!bf who didn’t realise you noticed him leaving. you thought he wanted to take a huge shit or something, which is why you didn’t go after him until your head slammed onto the floor, realising that you fell asleep.

zombie!bf who you found biting and growling into the air as you approached. when you finally understood why he was acting strange, you immediately regretted not having one last intimate moment just like he wanted.

zombie!bf who no matter what you did, wouldn’t snap out of it. not like you had much hope anyway, but it never hurt to try, right?

zombie!bf who you didn’t have the guts to kill or leave alone tied like an animal. he launched at you as soon as you untied him, but you were able to hold him back.

zombie!bf who you couldn’t let go of. so now after a week, he had his arms chained behind his back with a pipe tied against his mouth. you used him to lure other zombies away—even in death he kept saving you.

zombie!bf who even with the complexion of a corpse and see through veins, still looked beautiful in your eyes.

zombie!bf who you remembered was almost begging for sex the last time you talked to him. and as you saw him slowly start to dehydrate from hunger, you decided to give him the last piece of love that he wanted so bad.

zombie!bf who aside from the unnatural growls, sounded as sweet as when he was human.

zombie!bf who’s metal pipe lay beside him as you put one of your fingers in his mouth, letting him bite it off for him to feed and for you to finally join him in shared demise.

zombie!bf who chewed on the given bone and flesh as he drank the blood that accompanied it.

zombie!bf who heard your pained groans and sad sniffs because you weren’t strong enough to go through more pain no matter how much you loved him. and as you fainted, his eyes began to get clearer and clearer.

zombie!bf who’s brain wasn’t so dead anymore.

[feeder86]

Glorious

“Oh, here he comes,” nodded Anna towards the entrance door. “Quarter to eight every Friday night, without fail!”

Bobby turned his head to gaze excitedly towards their regular customer; his personal favorite since he had started working at this buffet place back in September. Although he didn’t know the guy’s name, he knew enough to recognise him as one of the college football players; eye-wateringly tall and incredibly muscular, despite only being nineteen. Underneath his large arm was yet another new girl, short and petite beside him. She’d dressed up well, clearly hoping to impress him, much like all the others. Yet Bobby had never seen this guy ever come here on a second date with the same person, and this girl was about to experience why that was.

It was often said that within the four walls of this all-you-can-eat restaurant, the staff would see the absolute worst traits of humanity. After seating them and serving the drinks, the workers watched from afar as the football player set to his mission of devouring plate after plate, hardly making any conversation at all. It was the same routine every week; the girls would always start off looking so smitten and then gradually become quite surprised at how much focus their date had in gorging himself like some sort of competitive eater. They would often go quiet during the middle part of the meal, merely watching in surprise at first, followed by a distinct glare of disgust at their date. One by one, folks from the surrounding tables would start to notice and nudge the others they were seated with to look across. Such disdain was shared by Bobby’s colleagues, hardly able to look as the guy stuffed and packed himself as hard as he could. Sure, there were plenty of older, fat folks who came in and tried to do this too, gaming the system by eating as much as they could. Yet, Bobby hadn’t witnessed anyone capable of eating as much as the handsome guy seated now. 

Bobby had always thought himself strange and quirky, with a somewhat alternative taste in guys. However, he had never considered himself so different to those around him than when he was watching the handsome guy eating. The indulgence, gluttony and greed, it seemed to him like the most masculine and arousing thing he had ever seen. So whilst others tutted and grumbled in disapproval, he was actually struggling to hide how incredibly turned on he was at the sight.

“Seven, eight, nine… that’s ten full plates this evening!” Bobby smirked, attending to their table. “One more and you’d have the house record!” he joked, stacking them all up on his forearm.

The guy grinned, leaning back and rubbing his bloated midsection. “Well, in that case…” he chuckled, beginning to get himself up for one final round.

“Matt, please don’t!” called out his date reaching across to his large hand. “You can’t go up again. It’s embarrassing!” She turned to Bobby instead. “Can we just have the check, please?”

Bobby looked a little confused, knowing the glutton’s routine by now. “But you’ve not had any of the desserts yet,” he reminded them.

“Exactly!” nodded Matt, smirking as he got up to fetch some more food for himself.

Huffing in annoyance, the girl dipped her hands into her purse and threw a few notes on the table before storming off. Bobby stood there awkwardly, wondering whether he should say something to make her stay. After taking the plates, he returned to the table just as Matt was making his way back with his eleventh plate of food.

“She’s really gone already?” he asked Bobby; surprised but not seeming overly offended.

“Her loss!” Bobby smiled consolingly, noticing that Matt had stacked this final plate higher than any of the others; his muscular stomach bloating up a treat. “Would you like another beer?”

Already chewing, the greedy man nodded and grunted in agreement, hunched over and eagerly spotting the cash that had been left on the table; more than enough to pay for his date’s meal, as well as a few drinks for himself. 

“You’re not getting tired, are you?” Bobby teased, returning to the table moments later with the beer, to see Matt holding his stretched-out stomach. “I’ve yet to see you not clear a plate.”

Matt wiped a little sweat off his brow and chuckled at his endeavor. “Oh, don’t you worry,” he grinned. “I’ll finish it. Then I’m going to hit the ice cream!”

“Would you like me to fetch you some?” Bobby asked, surprising even himself at his eagerness. 

Matt looked up at him and smiled. He knew just as well as any of the customers that the people who worked here didn’t collect food items for their patrons. “Sure!” he cried, delighted. “But don’t skimp on the…”

“Chocolate sauce and brownie pieces,” Bobby shot back, chuckling. “It’s not my first time serving your table,” he joked, setting straight off.

There was an excited ball of energy swirling inside Bobby’s lungs as he began dispensing the ice cream. All of this would soon be inside that beautiful, greedy guy’s body. He wanted to make it look the best that it could: enticing and indulgent.

“Ooo! I like the layering!” Matt marvelled as he handed over his now empty plate and exchanged it for the sundae that had been made for him.

“We get a lot of folks who like their ice cream in here. I’ve learned a thing or two,” Bobby smiled back, lingering to see the man take his first spoonful. His admiration seemed to shine through; being so short and slender himself, he couldn’t help looking up to these big, greedy guys with complete awe.

Despite being alone at his table now, Matt gorged himself happily, getting up again and again for multiple other desserts. Bobby felt elated that he had at last developed a rapport with the guy he had been crushing on for so long now. Continuing to clear plates and bowls, jokingly keep count with him.

“You’d better get him out of here or he’s going to throw up,” the manager, Jessica, suddenly whispered to Bobby.

“He’s fine,” Bobby shot back. He looked across at that perfect, gluttonous specimen, knowing that he could handle it. Even if the worst did happen and he threw up, what did it matter to him? Bobby was finishing in five minutes anyway.

“Get him the check and move him out,” Jessica growled uncompromisingly, rather concerned that Bobby didn’t share her justified worries. 

Sighing, Bobby did as he was told, apologising to Matt as he went over to him and gave him the usual line about the time allocated to the tables and the need for him to finish up. “Probably for the best,” Matt grunted, looking stretched out and stuffed. He paid up, huffing and groaning from the tightness. Then, in his own time, he stood up to leave, eyes watching him all the way to the exit as he clutched his now clearly distended stomach.

Bobby grabbed his jacket, happy to finish early and avoid the clean up, then headed out into the chilly night. He hadn’t made it out of the car park when a horn sounded and lights flashed from a truck that suddenly pulled up alongside him. “You heading back up to the campus?” asked Matt, sliding down his window to offer a lift.

It was a chilly night. Surprised, but nodding keenly, Bobby gratefully accepted the offer, hopping around to the passenger side. He’d seen this huge truck parked up on campus so many times, but he had always assumed it belonged to one of the guys in security. It didn’t seem like a reasonable vehicle for a nineteen year old second year student to be driving around in, yet it also appeared o suit Matt perfectly: big, bold and thirsty, just like him.

“Excuse the mess,” Matt chuckled as Bobby’s foot kicked a large pile of take out cartons and boxes filling up the footwell. “I meant to clean that out before.”

“It’s okay,” Bobby smiled back, buckling himself in and trying not to stare at the bloated stomach on the guy that was turning him on so much. There was an arousing, masculine musk inside the truck, with so many clear indications of Matt’s great appetite for food.

“So, how did I do?” Matt asked, starting to drive out onto the road. It was obvious what he was referring to, seeming pumped and proud of himself for how insanely he had attacked the buffet.

“My manager was getting pretty worried,” Bobby admitted, getting a sense that it was exactly the type of thing Matt wanted to hear.

Matt laughed heartily, clearly delighted. “I thought as much,” he nodded. “She kept on looking at me. And not in a good way!”

“We get a few folks like you who come in, clearly knowing how to play it. They avoid the breads and the pasta that they know will fill them up too fast, and they always eat so much that there is no hope of the restaurant turning a profit. You seem to have an instinctive knowledge of which items are the most expensive for us to serve up as well.”

Again, Matt laughed, his face a picture of delight. He appeared to like being told how clever he was, and asked Bobby to elaborate on several of his points. Even as they parked up on the campus a few minutes later, Matt was still questioning Bobby on the ins and outs of the buffet and how best to get way more than his money’s worth.

“Of course, that all depends on whether you could eat that much,” Bobby rambled on, having just listed the ten best things to consume if Matt wanted to ensure he made the most of his money. “Not many people can. But it’s always fun when there’s a big, greedy guy in and he’s properly going for it.”

There was a pumped energy to Matt as he listened, taking in every word like it was the most thrilling conversation of his life. “And what do those types of guys look like?” he asked excitedly. “Do you spot them as soon as they come in?”

Bobby hummed as he thought how best to answer the question. “You can usually identify them pretty easily. They’re generally pretty massive, carrying fairly enormous guts on them. We don’t often get the more athletic types, like you, who can eat that much. That’s partly why you stand out so clearly. Do you do some competitive eating contests or something? You’re actually the best I’ve ever seen.”

“The trick is to work on stretching out your stomach,” Matt replied enthusiastically, turning a little to face Bobby better. “I’ve been working on some exercises for weeks and I pop a couple of these before a meal,” he stated, passing Bobby a small bottle of what seemed to be appetite enhancers.

“I’ve seen this brand before,” Bobby nodded, obvioudly surprising Matt that he knew anything at all about appetite stimulants. “Do they work? I’ve heard conflicting things about them.”

Matt’s eyes were practically dancing now, his mouth wide in a smile as he nodded ecstatically. “Yeah, I read the same things!” he smiled in delight, turning even more to face Bobby better. “But I still had to give them a go. I’m a greedy guy anyway, so I’m not sure if the effect is purely psychological,” he chuckled, seemingly captivated by Bobby and everything that came out of his mouth.

“There’s another brand…” Bobby tried to think. “I know it only came out recently, but…”

All at once, Matt was upon him; his lips crashing into Bobby’s as he took him in a deep kiss, right there in the truck. They stayed that way for several moments, coming out for a brief pause, before heading straight back in. Upon the second wave of kisses, hands began to explore bodies and Matt grabbed one of Bobby’s wrists, placing his hand very directly on the bloated, swollen stomach that had been created that night. As Bobby began to rub, the guy moaned with pleasure; his kisses becoming even more manic. He hopped out of the truck, heading back into the halls and ushering for Bobby to follow him. Then off they went up the stairs to Matt’s bedroom, where they stripped and made each other climax until they were contentedly sleeping, side by side.

At some point in the early hours, Bobby began to feel a little insecure. He’d done this before; been caught up in a romantic session with a supposedly ‘straight’ guy and then ended up being ignored by them ever since. This whole thing with Matt would undoubtedly end the same way when the stud woke up and realised that he wasn’t sharing a bed with the hot girl he had taken out for dinner the night before, but rather some comparitively weedy, nerdy guy from across the campus. Bobby hadn’t realised just how much shorter than Matt he was until they had walked up to his room; his body slender and little more than slightly toned. Matt, on the other hand, was a gorgeous, large hunk; his long, hairy legs sticking out of the bed as he slept, without a need for the covers over his powerful body that pumped out a ridiculous amount of heat. Bobby couldn’t bear to see the look of regret on Matt’s face the next morning. Last night had been the best experience of his life so far, so why not bottle it and keep it safe, without the inevitably painful after-taste?

“Hey, Bobby! Can I have a word?” Matt called out a couple of days later, running to catch up as he saw him heading towards a class with a couple of his friends.

Bobby’s friends looked upwards at the towering hunk and then back to Bobby. How did this hunky guy know Bobby? In what possible circumstances could such opposing personalities have crossed paths? Yet, their curiosity would have to wait as Bobby looked at them both, sending them on and promising to catch them up.

“You snuck out without saying goodbye on Friday night,” Matt mumbled, sounding more than a little confused. “Did I do something wrong?”

“I just didn’t think you’d want me there in the morning,” Bobby replied. “I didn’t want you to have to stress, sneaking me out of your building.”

“Sneak you out?” Matt asked, getting closer to Bobby, his fingertips stroking Bobby’s arms. “I’ve never felt better connected to anyone in my entire life than I did on Friday night.”

Bobby’s heart skipped a beat. Was this giant, handsome stud really saying this to him? “I wasn’t sure that you would still feel the same way in the morning,” he replied; the legacy of being spurned by several guys resonating through his low tones. But as Matt’s large hand pulled up his chin, he stared hard into the eyes of the man he knew he could fall pathetically in love with. Then, as the towering man stooped and kissed him right there on the busy campus, Bobby did not resist.

“Come on,” Matt smiled sweetly, pulling Bobby’s hand. “I’ll drive you to your class.”

Bobby thought it best not to go empty-handed when he went over to Matt’s room that night. In a bag, he carried a pack of beers his cousin had bought him. Beer had always tasted disgusting to Bobby, which was why they had been sitting unused under his bed for months. He’d been told that they were watching a movie and, not knowing which snacks Matt would prefer, he’d brought a selection: popcorn, honey-glazed nuts, ice cream and cookies. After kissing him sweetly upon his arrival, Matt dug through the bag greedily, ripping the bag of nuts open immediately and inspecting the nutritional information on the back. “There’re almost six hundred calories in this bag alone!” he smiled excitedly.

Concentrating on the movie was not easy. Slurping on the beers, rummaging through the popcorn, cookies and nuts, Matt was more than a distraction. He’d poured the now runny ice cream into a vast novelty beer tankard that he had on his shelf and began sipping from it.

“Do you eat like this all the time?” Bobby asked, unable to hide the arousal in his voice as he watched the greedy boy in action.

Continuing to chomp, the handsome man grinned at him. “I try to,” he nodded.

“Are we still going to order in pizza afterwards as well?” Bobby asked, ignoring the movie now and shifting himself so that he was sitting on Matt’s lap, too aroused to ignore the man’s grotesque appetite anymore.

Smiling at the attention, Matt nodded. “Of course we are,” he replied, patting his muscular stomach which was already bloating from the finished ice cream. “I want to show you exactly how much I can eat.”

The pair kissed and fondled each other as the movie played on, ignored entirely. With the snacks depleted and two full beers down Matt’s throat, the guy was as hard as they came, moaning loudly with every slight movement of Bobby’s hand as it found its way into his underwear. Twice they came before the pizza arrived that night, and twice afterwards, as Matt gorged himself on slice after slice, until his stomach had blown up into a monstrous ball, packed to the max.

To say that people had been surprised by the new pairing would be a considerable understatement. To the eye, such a contrasting couple could never work. Matt was so tall, athletic, broad and muscular, yet Bobby was shorter than even the average guy; with a slight build, slender waist and considerably greater academic aspirations. It was almost frustrating how quickly they were written off by some people as being doomed to fail. With such stark hobbies and interests, they couldn’t possibly have enough in common to make it more than a few weeks. But, why? Was it because they were both guys? Did people assume that a gay couple needed to match on many more different levels, not least their appearance? No one batted an eyelid with straight couples when, like Matt and Bobby, one person was obsessed with watching sports and the other disliked it intensely.

A couple of months into their new relationship, the two lovers had booked themselves into a motel after travelling quite some distance for Matt to complete a food challenge at a restaurant he had long admired from afar. The insane portions of the food challenge had both frightened and thrilled them, wondering whether Matt had it in him to defeat it all and get his picture up on the ‘Wall of Fame’. It had sparked conversations that had aroused them both for weeks, thinking of ways to develop Matt’s appetite even further and increase his already startling capacity.

When the day had finally arrived, Matt had barely been able to shake off his erection, fueled by both nerves and anticipation. Bobby had been dutifully sitting at the table the entire time, sometimes rubbing his knee supportively. And, whilst Matt didn’t get the record time, he did complete the task with surprising efficiency, smiling proudly as he posed, bloated belly out, alongside the restaurant owner for his picture to go up on the wall. Bobby had provided him the big, sloppy blow job he had promised him and the pair talked excitedly about the next challenges well into the night.

The next morning, Matt had woken up feeling incredibly turned on still. Bobby had smiled contentedly as the large man fondled him to wake up and take it for him, agreeing without any hesitation to roll over and let the big man have some fun with him. He watched as Matt stood up at the side of the bed, ready to feed his substantial erection into his eager butt, when a curious sight caught his attention in the mirror positioned to the side of the bed.

“Are you still bloated?” Bobby asked, staring hard at Matt’s shape.

“No, I feel fine,” Matt replied, excitedly lubricating his hardness up.

“Well then, you’ve definitely gained a few pounds,” Bobby replied, smirking. “Your sides look pretty puffy. You could almost call them love handles!” he laughed.

Matt immediately turned his attention to the mirror, lifting his arms up and feeling the skin with a solitary finger. “Fuck!” he cried out in surprise; his abs barely holding on as an undeniable softness began to invade his core. He pressed himself into his boyfriend, gyrating his hips as he continued to study his reflection in the mirror. “I’m actually looking fucking doughy!” he observed, watching the faint flutter in his middle.

“My big, greedy boy!” Bobby moaned back, pushing his small butt into his lover’s groin.

“Mmm! Yeah!” Matt moaned back, pounding him harder, fascinated by the reflection in the mirror. “Greedy boys shouldn’t have abs, should they?” he asked, clearly turning himself on. “This is all that full-fat milk you’ve been getting me to drink to stretch out my stomach for the challenge, isn’t it?”

Bobby moaned with pleasure. “Maybe,” he replied coyly back. Matt had always been a big-eater, but he had never been consistently overdoing it every single day until they had been training him up for the food challenge. The man pounded harder, holding his arm back like a porn star so that he could still get a good view of his body in the mirror, climaxing with a satisfied sigh in remarkable speed, studying his own reflection.

“So, what’s this?” asked Pete, Matt’s cousin, poking him in the stomach that summer. “All that eating finally catching up to you?” he teased the strapping guy.

Matt grinned back and Bobby’s eyes flashed with delight. Despite the subtle paunch that was slowly emerging on Matt, not a single person had commented on it until now. For the whole two weeks that Matt had stayed with Bobby’s family, the guy’s insane eating went unchallenged. Even Matt’s own wholesome, polite family seemed unwilling to pull up their boy on how much he was overdoing it.

“You think so?” Matt asked, pulling up his t-shirt to give his similarly aged cousin a look at the swollen midsection, where his abs had recently been obliterated and replaced by a distinctly pudgy stomach. He leaned heavily forward, letting the new chub form two distinct fat rolls, one of which draped gently over his waistband.

“Jeez!” Pete exclaimed, watching the display with fascination until Matt stood back upright again and covered himself up. “I’ve gotta say though, it’s about time!” he smirked, looking at Bobby as he was about to recall a story from their past. “Matty always used to follow me home after school and have dinner with my folks. Then he’d go back to his own house and have dinner there as well. His parents had no idea!” he laughed.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Bobby chuckled back, looking adoringly up at his lover.

“How long did you get away with that for?” Pete asked Matt now. “Two years?”

“Almost three!” Matt shot back proudly. “I think it’s the reason why I grew so tall.”

Pete rolled his eyes at his cousin’s complete lack of shame. “Well, these days, you won’t be growing upwards with too much food… only outwards!! You’ll need to watch this one, Bobby,” Pete joked. “Give him an inch and he takes a mile.”

“Oh, I think I’ve got the measure of him!” Bobby smiled up at his large lover.

Pete looked from one to the other, seeming to sense how intense their affection for one another was. Within a month, Matt had dropped the L-bomb. Without a hint of embarrassment, Matt never worried about holding his hand in public, nor being openly affectionate in front of anyone.

Inviting Pete along for lunch with them had been a genius move. He’d been startled by Matt’s even more extreme appetite and hadn’t held back in saying so. By the end of the meal, he’d poked and prodded his cousin’s extremely distended gut, hardly believing that he was the same man. Such comments never failed to thrill Bobby and Matt, neither of them truly able to contemplate how lucky they were to have found someone who got such a buzz from something so outwardly unusual.

“Oh my goodness!” Bobby proclaimed, heading back into his dorm room after a shift at the restaurant a few weeks later. He kissed Matt, who was sitting up in his bed and then stepped back to take off his jacket. “We had such a pig in tonight!”

Matt, who usually liked to hang out in Bobby’s room because of the large container of snacks Bobby kept in for him, sat up more with interest; his hand still half inside the giant bag of potato chips he was feeding himself. “Oh, yeah?” he smirked. “Tell me more!”

“He hit the meats as soon as he came in, just like you do,” Bobby began to explain. “But he just kept going at it, again and again. His girlfriend was with him and she did not approve at all! It was so funny!”

“Same technique as me, huh?” Matt smiled, swinging his long legs out of the bed to sit upright. He reached out and grabbed Bobby’s slender hips, pulling him in. Then, with one large hand, he rubbed Bobby’s groin until a distinct hardness burst into life. “Was he big too?”

“Oh, absolutely!” Bobby sighed, enjoying being touched. He felt his belt being upstrapped and Matt’s hand reaching in to pull his shaft out and stroke it with more purpose.

Gluttony had always been a turn on of Matt’s, and the man took exceptional pleasure in trying to draw out such kinks from Bobby too. “Tell me what he looked like,” Matt requested, stimulating his lover slowly and purposefully.

“About 400lbs,” Bobby replied, delighted to have such attention thrust upon him.

Matt smiled excitedly. “A very big, greedy boy then!” he nodded encouragingly, knowing how aroused such talk could get his boyfriend. “Was his belly nice and round and full?”

Bobby moaned. He wasn’t going to take long to climax tonight. He was already trying to breathe and slow things down. However, with his free hand, Matt was already grabbing a thick wedge of the new belly fat that had destroyed the jock’s previous abs, looking up to Bobby in the hope that was going to get off to it.

“A beautiful belly,” Bobby agreed, no longer sure whether he was talking about the guy in the restaurant, or his own boyfriend. Either way, he came not long afterwards, shooting straight over Matt’s naked torso, where the guy pushed out his stomach as far as it would go, smiling proudly.

Despite Matt’s extreme eating, he still remained a fierce force on the football team. The extra weight had broadened his handsome glutes out and developed a nicely overstuffed look to his paunchy stomach. However, despite the initial hesitations, Matt’s coach had been simply delighted by the impact it was having on the games they played. Matt hit harder, charged through the lines and easily threw off the other guys. After a game, Matt was grinning proudly for days as his status around the campus only seemed to increase. Sure, he wasn’t built for speed like he used to be, and he wasn’t as much of a pretty-boy as some of the new guys in first year; but he was an absolute beast on the field, quickly turning into a legend.

The lovestruck couple shared many presents with each other that holiday period, but none stuck out quite so much as Bobby’s tongue-in-cheek gift of 5XL underwear to Matt. The guy had laughed when he saw them and his eyes widened as he pulled them out of the box and unfolded them. “So this is what the real greedy boys are wearing these days?” he asked, sitting across from his petite lover and imagining being large enough to one day fill them. The pair kissed, both of them inexplicably aroused. Matt moaned and rubbed the back of Bobby’s head as the guy went down between his legs and began to suck him off; a full day of gorging, burping and snide remarks from family ahead.

Slowly but surely, Matt continued to quietly pack on a considerable amount of pure fat. The tight waistband of his underwear and sweatshorts dug unflatteringly into his flesh, carving up his huge glutes and the significant back fat created from his love handles. After the final summer break before fourth year, Matt’s coach had at last tried to reel him back in, proclaiming that Matt would be cut from the team if he didn’t lose at least fifteen pounds before the end of November. However, by the time that deadline arrived, Matt had gone out of his way to ensure that he’d packed on at least another thirty pounds instead.

“Too fat and greedy to play football!” Matt had declared proudly, stripping his shirt from his body, just as he always did when he made it into Bobby’s room.

“Your coach actually did it?” Bobby asked; his eyes twinkling with the same mischief as could be seen in Matt’s eyes.

“He sure did!” Matt grinned as his boyfriend launched into a sideways hug that fully emphasised the huge width of his body. “No more football for this guy! It’s official: you’re no longer dating one of the jocks!”

“No more training sessions, no more games!” Bobby added, guiding his huge boy into the mirror so that he could better appreciate the vast contrast between their extraordinary bodies: Bobby’s short and slender 125lb physique pressing up against the vast, broad and bloated frame of a 370lb Matt.

Matt chuckled and kissed his kinky lover appreciatively. “You’re finally going to get the greedy, overfed and under-exercised lover of your dreams!” he declared proudly.

Bobby nodded back excitedly, pulling his fat boyfriend into the creaking bed. They both knew then that this was the start of something very enticing indeed.

After graduating, the two boys soon settled into a nice apartment in the city, deciding that they could make a good go of things, even on the meagre salaries of their entry-level jobs. It had been a focus of theirs for years, picking up as many different types of experience that would make them immediately employable, above and beyond the hundreds of other graduates that were pumped out of the college each year. Simply maintaining Matt’s 410lb weight had been a struggle in those early days, and the fantasies they had both had about Matt outgrowing his work pants within a few short weeks had failed to materialise for over an entire year. However, even without the gains, the guy’s body still seemed to be going through a transitional period, becoming softer and more plush with every passing month. They’d save up and hit the buffet, or drive out to somewhere with a disgustingly massive eating challenge, where Matt could have his increasingly chubby face plastered across yet another ‘Wall of Fame’ in the restaurant. 

Once Matt did begin growing consistantly again, he did so with relish. Pure, fresh blubber spread itself across a rounded, jiggling stomach, swelling and sagging the nipples, as well as creating the most extraordinary double chin that Bobby had ever seen. His face had swollen up with large, puffy cheeks, with Matt refusing to quit shaving, nor attempt to hide any of it from view. Like a final surrender, his body was at last gaining in a way that it had simply refused to do in the past. New, exciting considerations needed to be made: stronger chairs, double plane seats, larger showers, seatbelt extensions.

“Heh! Look at these!” Matt chuckled, picking up a pair of Bobby’s underwear as the guy briefly rested a pile of fresh laundry on the couch whilst he attended to something else. The large, spherical man draped them over his large gut, hardly believing the tiny size. “Are these really what you wear?” he laughed again. “I don’t think I could even fit my arm in these!” he stated with complete pride; taking for granted the extreme size of the clothing that he now needed to purchase in order to cover up his gigantic body.

“That’s because you’re the one with such a good appetite!” Bobby smiled back, always enjoying the striking contrast between them both. He went over to his lover, perching himself on the very end of Matt’s knee and leaned into the large stomach so that he could kiss Matt sweetly on his lips, whilst simultaneously rubbing that giant stomach of his. Even after all these years, he really couldn’t believe that such a gluttonous specimen was all his; the epitome of the type of guys he lusted after all those years ago when he had worked in the all-you-can-eat restaurant.

Matt moaned in appreciation of being worshipped like this, knowing full well that his lover would never hold him back from his determination to consume all the food that he would ever want. “Let’s get married!” he declared, not for the first time.

Bobby sat up a little and rolled his eyes. They had so many things they were saving up for; getting their deposit together for the house they now owned had taken them months of pure financial pain. Then there was the inevitably long list of repairs and maintenance that came along with house ownership. “We can’t afford it,” he sighed unhappily.

“Sure we can,” Matt shrugged. “We just hold back on some of the other things we wanted to do for a little while.” He pulled Bobby in to kiss him sweetly once more. “I’m so unbelievably happy. I just want to show the entire world.”

Bobby smiled back, returning the sentiment, despite his unrelentingly practical head that couldn’t commit to the idea of paying out for a wedding anytime soon.

“Back when I realised all this eating was a thing for me,” Matt began, rubbing the vast, gigantic stomach on himself, “I always thought that it was going to be the biggest problem I would ever face in life.” He looked deeply in Bobby’s eyes. “Once I realised how extreme my appetite was and how much I got off to overindulging, I thought the only thing I could ever hope for was to find someone who would just put up with me; anyone at all! I never imagined, in my wildest dreams, that I would find someone who would love me like you do; someone who would let my great appetite show in the way that you do. I’m absolutely the man I’m supposed to be,” he smiled, holding a plentiful wedge of stomach fat in his large hand, “and it’s all because I found you!”

Accepting another kiss, Bobby sighed with contentment. Matt had always been the sweetest guy he had ever met. He expressed his own adoration and gratitude at finding the love of his life whilst serving a table at work, of all places! Everything they both felt was absolutely true: they were completely made for each other.

“Okay,” Bobby nodded. “Let’s do it,” he smiled excitedly, allowing himself to picture a wedding day for the first time. “Let’s get married!”

“You mean it?” Matt beamed back, holding Bobby tightly as he realised that he was serious. “This is incredible!” he blasted. “If only we had some champagne that we could pop right now,” he chuckled, overwhelmed with delight.

“How about I fetch you a tub of ice cream instead?” Bobby joked back, patting his fiance's humongous stomach.

Matt grinned, nodding with approval. “Sure,” he smiled. “I guess that will do instead,” he chuckled, sitting back once more and sighing with complete contentment: the life he had always dreamed of. The perfect life for both of them.

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Daddy's Credit Card

Cullen Family x Female Vampire Reader (Platonic)

PART 9

Summary: Edward and Bella return from their honeymoon and the family is quick to rally around them. Y/N is quarantined for the safety of the other Vampires while Carlisle tries find a solution for her illness.

TW: Mentions of pregnancy/injury/illness, threats, lack of regard for the feelings of others, secrets/denial, medical testing, blood.

It had been two weeks since Edward and Bella returned home from their honeymoon. Her belly had grown tremendously since their return and Carlisle had no way to see what was inside.

Ultrasound and needles weren't able to penetrate the embryonic sack, but blood tests showed that she was definitely pregnant. Carlisle questioned Edward when they returned home, trying to discreetly assess for whether or not he was sick.

Carlisle was relieved to find out that whatever illness Y/N had was not passed on to Edward. Carlisle still decided to keep Y/N away from the rest of the family in case her sickness was contagious. He didn't need anyone else getting sick in the home, he already had his hands full with Y/N and Bella.

Y/N hadn't been able to keep down animal blood since that day in the woods, she started to desiccate as her body dried out. Carlisle was able to procure human blood for her and it seemed to be the only thing she could stomach for the time being.

Carlisle was uncomfortable with the idea of offering her human blood, but he didn't have another choice.

She stayed in her bed for days on end as her body continued to grow weaker and thinner, dark bags appearing beneath her eyes. Carlisle offered her more blood, but she was continuing to lose weight and he was at a complete loss as to what she could possibly need. In a desperate attempt to try something, he brought her a lone piece of buttered toast.

She looked up at him when he set the plate on the nightstand, "What the hell is that?" She questioned.

"Food," Carlisle said, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her.

"I need blood, not carbs," Y/N grumbled.

"Blood isn't helping you. Try it," Carlisle said, picking up the plate and holding it up in front of her.

She grimaced at the smell, turning her head away, "Don't be like that," He said.

"It stinks," Y/N mumbled.

"You need to try it," Carlisle pressed.

"Did Edward ask about me?" Y/N questioned, attempting to change the subject.

Carlisle sighed, lowering the plate slightly, "He is focused on Bella right now," Carlisle said.

"Who are you focused on?" Y/N asked.

"I'm looking after both of you," He stated, raising up the plate again.

Y/N glanced between him and the slice of toast before reluctantly reaching up and taking one of the four triangular slices. She looked down at it with disgust before taking a small bite and chewing it slowly.

Carlisle watched her, smiling softly when her stomach growled. She began to eat the toast faster, finishing the entirety of it in minutes.

"How do you feel?" He asked.

"I need more," Y/N stated.

"I'll get you more," Carlisle assured, standing up from the edge of the bed. He moved across the room, stepping out of the bedroom and closing the door behind himself.

"What's wrong with her?" Edward asked.

"Edward, you should be with Bella," Carlisle said, keeping himself between his son and the door to Y/N's room.

"Alice was thinking about it. Why didn't anyone tell me?" Edward questioned.

"She told us not to," Carlisle stated.

"Can I see her?" Edward asked.

Carlisle shook his head, "I'm still not sure if what she has is contagious and I can't risk exposing anyone else," He said.

Edward glanced down at the plate, "Did she eat whatever you brought her?" He asked.

"She did," Carlisle nodded.

"Can you keep me updated?" Edward asked, shifting slightly on his feet.

"Of course," Carlisle said.

"Good," Edward replied, turning around and making his way back down the hallway.

Carlisle brought Y/N as much food as she could possibly stomach before he connected her to some IV fluids. He took her vitals and was happy to find that she was doing much better with some food and fluids in her system.

After a few days of calorie-dense meals and intravenous fluids, she was able to function almost normally again. One unfortunate side effect was the need to use the bathroom, which she had not dealt with for a very long time and found to be an incredible annoyance. Her vitals had shown an increase and were finally within the normal range for humans.

She had shown a significant improvement and Carlisle found himself focusing on Bella as her health had continued to decline. The fetus had been starving Bella and breaking her bones.

No amount of IV fluids or food had been able to improve Bella's situation and it was likely that her heart would give out before delivery. Bella had been constantly exhausted and nauseous, but had nothing left in her stomach to throw up.

She was wildly gaunt and pale with almost every bone poking up through her skin. The child was going to kill her, but Bella insisted that Carlisle could change her at the last second.

...

Y/N quickly found herself bored and annoyed at the prospect of being trapped in her bedroom. She stood out on the balcony, staring down at the ground below while silently pondering how many bones she would break if she jumped.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Someone said.

Y/N turned around quickly to find Edward standing in the middle of her bedroom. His eyes were dark and she wondered how long it had been since they had fed.

"Too long," Edward stated.

"What are you doing in here?" Y/N asked.

"I needed to see you," Edward said, taking a few hesitant steps towards her.

"Isn't your wife dying in the next room?" Y/N questioned.

"She is dying and it's my fault," Edward stated.

Y/N stared at him for a moment, caught off guard by his statement, "Wow, I really wasn't expecting you to take accountability for killing your wife," Y/N said.

"Can you talk to her?" Edward asked quickly.

"You do know that she has done every single thing I have told her not to do, right?" Y/N questioned.

"I don't know what else to do," Edward admitted.

"You must be really desperate to be coming to me for help," Y/N said.

"I am... Please, I need you," Edward pleaded, taking her hand in his.

She grimaced at the tightness of his grip and he quickly released her, "I need your help, Y/N," He repeated.

"I can't help you," Y/N replied.

"Can't or won't?" Edward snapped.

"Won't and don't really want to... If you haven't noticed, I have my own problems to deal with at the moment," Y/N said.

The door to her bedroom opened and Carlisle stepped inside, "Edward, you need to leave," He ordered.

"Fine," Edward muttered, storming out of the room.

"Are you alright?" Carlisle questioned, closing the door.

"I'm fine. He just came to beg for my help," Y/N replied.

"He's desperate, Y/N. You can't fault him for that," Carlisle said.

"I told him that something terrible would happen if he married her. It just happened in a different way than I expected," She said, crossing her arms.

"He's your friend," Carlisle stated.

"He's an idiot," Y/N corrected, sitting down on the chaise.

Carlisle made his way over to her, "Be gentle with him. He's fragile right now," Carlisle said.

"I've never been that person and you know that," Y/N said.

Carlisle wrapped the blood pressure cuff around her arm, she held up her other hand and he placed the probe on her finger. Carlisle turned on the machine and the cuff began to inflate as he took her temperature.

"Can I get out of here soon?" Y/N asked.

"No talking," Carlisle instructed, watching the screen of the vitals machine.

He wrote down the values as they popped up, "We still have no idea what you have, Y/N. It also doesn't help that the wolves are watching us. If you leave the house, you'll surely be torn to shreds in your state," Carlisle said.

He removed the cuff from her arm and took the probe from her finger, "I hate this room," She stated.

"I wish I could help you, but we need you to stay here for now," Carlisle said.

"This house is a prison," She grumbled.

"You'll survive," He smiled, putting the items away on the vitals machine.

"What if I don't? What if I die in this room and you wouldn't even let me go to the kitchen in my own home?" Y/N asked.

"Don't say things like that. Your vitals are stable and you're doing well," Carlisle assured.

Y/N rolled her eyes, "I'm climbing the walls, Carlisle. My god, if you're not sick at this point, I obviously can't infect anyone else," She said.

"I'll think about it," Carlisle replied.

"Think faster," Y/N grumbled.

Carlisle smiled, "You never have been a very patient person. I suppose that I shouldn't be surprised by your persistence," He said.

"Now that I can't use mind control, I'll just have to annoy you into letting me go free," Y/N said.

"I've dealt with you for a very long time, Y/N. I don't think there's anything you could do that would surprise me," Carlisle said.

"Don't challenge me, Carlisle," Y/N replied.

"I'll bring dinner in an hour. I trust that you can keep yourself busy until then," Carlisle said, Y/N nodded.

Carlisle stepped out of her bedroom, closing the door behind himself. Y/N stood up from the chaise quickly and rushed into the bathroom.

She moved her tongue around in her mouth before hesitantly reaching in and pulling out a bloody tooth. Y/N looked at it with disgust before her eyes found her reflection in the mirror.

Her mouth began to fill with blood and she spit into the sink, her eyes glossed over with panicked tears when she saw another tooth in the bottom of the sink. Y/N picked them up quickly and wrapped them in toilet paper, stuffing them into the bottom of the trash can. Y/N washed out the sink, rinsing the blood from her mouth before returning to her bed.

She laid down with a grimace, dragging the blankets over her body before settling against the mattress. Y/N's body was falling apart around her and it was infuriating, her joints ached terribly and her hearing was beginning to fail. Carlisle believed that she was doing well, but she wasn't and she didn't want him to know.

Edward clearly couldn't see anything beyond his own issues and Y/N was grateful for that. Edward was begging for her help while on his downward spiral that would ultimately lead to Bella's death. The hell spawn that grew in her belly would be the end of everything and Edward seemed to understand that. Edward wanted to hear Y/N tell Bella that she was making a terrible mistake, but nothing was going to change her mind.

Bella thought that she could have this perfect child and change into a Vampire at the last second. It was completely ridiculous, but she was stubborn and not even her husband could change her perspective on that.

Y/N was dying and she didn't want to spend the rest of her days under a microscope or trying to talk Bella out of something that everyone already knew was a mistake. Carlisle wasn't going to be able to save either of them and Y/N was the only one who was willing to admit that.

...

Y/N sat in her bed with her back leaned against the headboard as she read from her book. She heard some yelling, but couldn't make out what anyone was saying. The curiosity eventually became too much for her and she closed her book, setting it aside before she stood up.

Y/N made her way over to the door, opening it and lingering in the doorway as she heard more screaming. She leaned out into the hallway, looking both ways before slowly venturing out. Y/N made her way out to the living room, immediately spotting a broken Styrofoam cup on the floor in a pool of blood.

Y/N continued on passed the gory scene and made her way into the kitchen. She looked through the fridge before moving on and checking the cabinets for something to eat. Y/N huffed when she found nothing, returning to the fridge and opening the freezer.

"Oh, yes," She muttered, pulling out a small pint of ice cream.

Y/N grabbed a spoon from the drawer, hopping up to sit on the counter as she took the lid off. Y/N ate her ice cream silently as she listened to the screams from wherever everyone had run off to in the house.

It was obvious that something was happening with Bella, but Y/N couldn't be bothered to go and check on them. She paused in her snacking when the screams eventually stopped.

"Sweet serenity," She sighed, taking another scoop of the ice cream.

Y/N watched as Rosalie suddenly rushed by carrying a newborn baby wrapped in a blue towel.

"Is she dead?" Y/N questioned, Rosalie whipped around at the sound of her voice.

"You shouldn't be out of your room," She stated.

"Not like anyone's here," Y/N replied, gesturing to the empty room with her spoon.

"You still shouldn't be out here," Rosalie huffed.

"Did she die or not?" Y/N repeated.

"She did. Edward gave her the venom, but her heart had already stopped," Rosalie said, Y/N nodded and took another bite of her ice cream.

"You know, I usually do my best to stick up for you, but this time you are the one in the wrong. Edward has been awful to you, but he needs you right now and you should be there for him. You shouldn't be sitting here and listening to his wife die," Rosalie said.

"It's not like I can help him, Rose," Y/N stated.

"Nothing can help him. Bella is dead. But he needs someone to lean on right now," Rosalie said.

The infant squirmed in her arms and she looked down at them, "It's a girl. Bella decided to call her Renesmee," Rosalie said.

"That's an awful name," Y/N stated.

"It is, but Bella picked it," Rosalie replied, "I need to get her washed up, but you should go and see him," Rosalie continued, Y/N nodded.

Rosalie made her way into the bathroom while Y/N hopped down from the counter. She set her spoon in the sink and tossed the ice cream back into the freezer before following the panicked voice of her friend.

"Please, please, please, please," Edward whispered softly to Bella. He moved over her body, biting into her flesh while her lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling. Y/N lingered in the doorway awkwardly, taking in the scene in front of her.

Edward's shirt and face were covered in Bella's blood, his blood-stained hands were trembling as he cupped her cheeks, "Come back to me, please, baby. Bella, Bella, please, please," He mumbled shakily.

"Edward," Y/N said.

He looked up at her with wide eyes, "I was too late," Edward mumbled.

"I'm sorry," Y/N replied.

He stepped away from her body, moving over to his friend and pulling her into a tight embrace. Y/N grimaced at the feeling of Bella's blood soaking into her shirt before slowly wrapping her arms around his neck.

"She's gone and it was my fault," Edward mumbled, gripping onto the material of her shirt.

"You're going to be okay," Y/N assured.

He pulled away suddenly when he heard the sound of the Werewolves approaching in the forest, "What is it?" Y/N asked.

"They're coming," Edward mumbled, "Get up to your room and don't come out," He instructed.

"Alice! Jasper!" He yelled, returning to Bella's body and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Alice and Jasper rushed down to meet him while Y/N reluctantly returned to her room. She washed the blood from her skin and changed her shirt before sitting down on the edge of her bed. Y/N couldn't hear what was happening outside and it was absolutely killing her.

She could hear the growling of the Wolves, but not much else and then she heard absolutely nothing. It was completely silent and Y/N stood up, lingering in the middle of her room as she waited for something to happen.

Had everyone been slaughtered? Were the Wolves searching the house for the child? Would they kill her if she was found?

Maybe it would be a more forgiving death than the one she was destined for. Y/N's heart began to race as she heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

Was this it? Was this the end for her?

...

PART 10

[wonderjanga]

One of my favourite Headcanons about Billy is that as Captain Marvel, what ever he eats literally is just gone.

Like, Batman’s doing X-rays on Cap after he saw the man swallow Kryptonite to dispose of it, and he discovers that what ever Cap eats is just gone

Anyway, that’s my prompt for you if you want it

Thank you! I wanna add onto it though.

When Bruce first saw Captain Marvel eat a rock, he was concerned. People didn’t eat rocks as far as he knew.

Batman: “Captain, spit that out right now.”

Marvel: *chewing* “Why?

Batman: “Because that could severely damage your throat and teeth?”

Marvel: “What?” *swallows and holds his nose before steam comes out of his ears* “ ‘scuse me. Anyways, what?

The fact Marvel was so unbothered was a worry in itself but Bruce forced himself to think. He, nor anyone else on the league, knew what Marvel exactly was. For all they knew, Cap was some type of alien and that was normal for him. Either that or it was just tasty to him. After all, Clark used to eat metal also because it was tasty. (The Kryptonian says he grew out of it, but Bruce still catches him sneaking bullets) Maybe his species are like those birds that eat rocks to digest food without choking. Though, that might not be it, considering Cap just sounded like he was eating rock candy. There’s also his durability which probably meant his throat and teeth wouldn’t be damaged. And then there’s the fact that even if it did clog up the Captain’s airways, Bruce is 67 percent sure he’d be fine because he’s also 67 percent sure Marvel breathes just for show. Bruce has observed the other man stop breathing mid meeting for exactly fifteen minutes and thirteen seconds so maybe he absorbs oxygen through his skin? Also what was the steam that came out of his ears? Was it even steam? Is that how he digests food- oh no Marvel’s trying to eat another rock.

Batman: “Captain, put the rock down.”

Marvel: “But I’m hungry!”

Batman: “I’ll buy you food if you stop.”

Bruce was able to get him to stop. For a bit. He went right back to eating rocks when he left Bruce’s sight. After many instances of him catching Marvel doing this, he just gave up.

Robin!Jason: “B?”

Batman: “Yes, Robin?”

Robin!Jason: “What’s Cap, doing?”

Marvel: *squatting down and picking up pebbles to shove in his mouth*

Batman: “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” *stares at Billy for like a hot second* “Go play with Speedy.”

Marvel: *He holds his nose and lets steam come out again*

Robin!Jason: *sound amazing and concerned* “What was that??”

Batman: “I… don’t know.”

This all came to a head when Marvel’s rock eating tendencies expanded past normal human earth rocks.

Supes: “Get rid of it!”

Marvel: “AH!” *panics and eats it*

*loud silence*

Supes: “OH MY RAO??? SPIT THAT OUT???” *absolutely horrified*

Marvel: “I can’t!”

Supes: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT CAN’T??” *uses x-ray vision to see it* “WHERE DID IT GO???”

Batman: “What do you mean?”

Supes: “I mean it’s just gone! It’s not in his stomach!”

Batman: “How?”

Supes: “I don’t KNOW!”

Marvel: *pinches nose and does the steam ear thing only the steam is now green*

Batman and Supes: *stares*

Marvel: *grabs their shoulders and drags them away from the steam cloud*

Supes: *looking back at the steam cloud* “What was that??”

Marvel: “Highly irradiated Kryptonite steam.”

Supes: “WHAT?”

Marvel: “We might have to evacuate the area.”

Later…

Batman: “Alright so eat this.” *hands him a rock*

Marvel: *eats it*

Batman: “Now stand behind the X-ray machine.”

Marvel: *stands behind it*

Batman: “Wow. It really is gone.” *there’s literally only Billy’s silhouette on the thing*

Wheres the rest of him?

Batman: “Captain, do you have bones?”

Marvel: “I should!”

[mrsjellymunson]

The Biology Tutor

Lesson 3: Human Reproduction

Series masterlist

Prev parts: Lesson 1: Female anatomy Lesson 2: Male anatomy Extra Credits 01: Communication skills Extra Credits 02: French Independent Study 01: Art Independent Study 02: Creative Writing

Pairing: virgin!Eddie Munson x fem!tutor!reader

Series summary: Eddie’s failing Biology class, so you decide to offer two different styles of tuition, textbook-based and *ahem* practical.

Chapter summary: Grades, feelings, and a practical lesson in human reproduction

WC: ~14.6K (oopsie/I’m not sorry/you’re welcome)

C/W: 18+, SMUT, NSFW, MDNI! Fluff, smut, fluffy smut, smutty fluff, fingering, clit stim, nipple play (M+F rec), p in v sex (protection is discussed; always wrap it irl), pantie stealing (consensual), aftercare, feelings, slight cream pie, brief mention of food and eating, reader wears a short skirt, Wayne Munson. I’ve tried to keep physical descriptions of reader as neutral as possible, lmk if I need to change anything. 

My masterlist

You and Eddie have decided it’s best if you keep your whatevership between the two of you, at least for now. Neither your friends nor family would be thrilled to discover you were giving ‘extracurricular attention’ to the boy the whole town regards as a lawbreaking freak. (Technically, you suppose he is actually both - weed dealing and his general style and demeanour make that statement factually correct, but you don’t see him in the negative way they do.) Furthermore, your teacher may be reluctant to come through on those agreed upon extra credits if he finds out that the lessons you’re offering veer significantly more towards the ‘practical’. So, keeping it on the down-low it is. 

However, that hasn’t stopped you from thinking about your study sessions with Eddie. In fact, he’s on your mind almost constantly. You’ve also both become more brazen in your interactions, and neither of you look away now when you catch each other’s eye in the halls. And you’ll both stare dreamily and smile across the cafeteria as he nibbles on pretzels and you mull over a thorny problem in a notebook, chewing on the end of your pencil.

You’ve spoken on the phone again too. For the most part it’s just as… stimulating as the first time, if not more so, and you're both gaining confidence and are able to articulate your needs and desires with increasingly elaborate and creative language. But to your surprise you’ve also ended up chatting too, and more than once you’ve devolved into fits of hysterical giggles. You’ve never been able to be so open with a partner before, and you’re revelling in the intimacy.

But, he’s not your partner partner. You didn’t mean it like that. You’re fully aware of Eddie’s… situation, and you’re pretty sure he’s not ready for any kind of official commitment. You really need to be careful with your language, or you're going to slip up one day and mess up whatever the hell this is…

On the day of your usual Biology class with Eddie, everyone’s milling around the science lab, waiting to get their test results. It’s the final class before the end of the semester, and Mr Clarke knows better than to expect anyone to do any work, so nobody’s in their seats and the room is filled with general murmur and chatter.

A steady stream of students collects their papers from Mr Clarke at his desk. Yours is near the top of the pile - you being you, you’re always one of the first to head up to find out how you did, and generally, the less… academically inclined students hang back until the end, wanting to delay the agony and prolong their blissful ignorance for as long as possible. 

Mr Clarke passes you your paper, and you spy a large, red ‘A+’ in the top corner. You pinch your face into a scrunched up smile, and you can feel your cheeks heating. Yes, it’s one of your favourite subjects, but you never want to assume anything.

“No surprises there!”, Mr Clarke jokes, as you proudly yet somewhat bashfully look over your work as you head back to your desk.

You’re dying to know how Eddie did, but presume he’s going to wait it out like the other ‘cool kids’, and you don’t really want to rub your success in his face in case it didn’t go well for him, so you slide back into your seat without looking in his direction.

A few moments later, there’s a sudden loud whoop from the front of the class. Everyone turns to face the clamour, and to your surprise you see Eddie standing next to Mr Clarke’s desk, arms aloft and eyes wide, grinning as he shakes his paper above his head like a Tusken Raider.

Wait, did you just make a nerd reference? What the fuck is this guy doing to you?

You try not to stare as Eddie’s gesticulations make his torn Iron Maiden shirt ride up to expose the smooth planes of his abdomen and the dark sprinkling of hair leading down beneath his waistb— You clamp your bottom lip between your teeth, this feat seemingly significantly more difficult for you than passing a science test.

He changes position, hunching over now, and punches the air with one fist, wrinkling his nose and baring his teeth as he stares down at the paper he’s crinkling in the fierce grip of his other hand.

“Yeah! Goddamn B minus! B fuckin’ minus, baby! Wooo!! I am fucking walking that stage, I can feel it!”

A few of your classmates start to clap, and soon most of the class is applauding Eddie, a few even joining in with the whoops and hollers. He bends at the waist and gives a theatrical bow, still grinning, much to the delight of the whole class.

Even Mr Clarke is clapping, ignoring Eddie’s profanity for once and with a broad smile on his face too. Eddie smiles back, extending his hand to the older man, who takes it happily, shaking it and slapping Eddie on his bicep as he says, 

“Congratulations, Mr Munson. I knew you could do it, son.”

Before you’re fully cognisant of what you’re doing, you’re out of your seat and rushing towards Eddie, colliding with his chest with a thump as you fling your arms around his ribs, hugging him tightly. He freezes for a moment, stunned, before his arms move around your shoulders, gripping you tightly, crushing the document even more, before his empty hand flattens over the centre of your back, gently but intensely rubbing up and down.

He drops his chin onto your shoulder, and turns his face so it’s nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You hear him take a couple of deep, slow inhales, and his warm breath fans out over your skin and trickles down the back of your shirt as he adds a contented hum that almost short-circuits your brain. Quietly, you mumble into his chest, 

“Congratulations, Eddie."

Just as quietly, almost like he doesn’t want anyone else to hear, Eddie replies, voice slightly cracking,

"I couldn't have done it without you, Princess…”

You remain there at the front of the class, embracing, rocking slightly, neither of you seemingly wanting to let go. Eddie's palm continues to make patterns on your back, and you keep your arms around his middle. The heat from his chest seeps into yours, and you begin to get lost in his heady scent of cigarettes, spicy cologne and weed, something so quintessentially Eddie.

Behind you, you hear Mr Clarke clear his throat, and you and Eddie break apart as he proclaims, 

“Well, I think that proves that the student-to-student tutoring project is a success! Well done, both of you. Okay, who’s next?”

Keen to minimise further attention from your classmates, you both make your way back to your seats. He sits behind his desk, and you pull your stool to face him over it. 

Eddie’s lab partner offers him a fist bump, adding, “Nice work, dude,” to which Eddie reciprocates and replies, “Thanks, man,” before the guy wanders off to chat to his friends across the room.

You and Eddie stare at each other across the workbench. All you seem to be able to do is grin goofily, and you see Eddie’s cheeks pinken to an even darker shade. Eventually, you manage to speak.

“Well done, Eddie. Seriously. I’m so proud of you, all your hard work paid off!”

He glances down at his paper again, seemingly needing to keep checking it to make sure it’s real, that he actually passed. A slightly incredulous look on his face, he replies, chuckling,

“Fuckin’ B minus. Wayne’s gonna wanna frame this shit, I swear!”

You bark out a laugh, before responding,

“You should let him. This is a big moment!”

You both laugh again before Eddie continues, more seriously this time,

“I meant what I said, you know. I couldn’t’ve done this without your help.”

“I appreciate that, thank you. You know I wouldn’t’ve done it if I didn’t want to, though, right?”

“I know, I know. I just wanted you to know how grateful I am, is all…”

His face suddenly drops, and his eyes fall to the tabletop as he says, more quietly,

“Uh… I guess this means we won’t be studying anymore though, right?”

Something twists in your stomach. You hadn’t considered that this might change things. Thoughts roil in your mind. You don’t want whateverthisis with Eddie to end, that’s for certain, and from his tone you surmise that’s not what he wants either. So you make him an offer.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think I could go for at least one more lesson. Call it a celebration! If you wanted to, that is?”

You’ve barely finished your sentence before Eddie’s almost-yelling, 

“Yeah! I mean, yes, if you want to as well, I mean…”

You try to suppress a smile as you reply,

“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it. I’m free after school, if that’s any good for you?”

Later on, when Eddie gives you a ride to his place, things feel different, and it’s not just the residual adrenalin from this afternoon’s test results. The anticipation is palpable. It’s like you’re both more relaxed, but somehow also more on edge, as if the air itself is charged and your skin is buzzing. You know where you’d like to take things, but you’re not sure how far Eddie will want to go, so you have a vague plan of offering suggestions but ultimately being guided by him.

You sit on the edge of his sofa feeling uncharacteristically nervous. Eddie brings drinks, clearing his throat as he sits stiffly next to you, occasionally glancing in your direction.

“So, uh, what’s the subject for tonight, Teach?”, he says with a nervous chuckle.

“I, uh, thought we could do some revision. Maybe bring everything together, and go over human reproduction?”

You raise your eyebrows as you say the final two words, hoping Eddie might catch your meaning. He gulps, and his cheeks tinge with a blush.

“That’s not a subject I have a great deal of knowledge about. But, you already knew that, right?”

He titters nervously, the pink in his cheeks deepening in intensity.

“Yeah, I know, Eddie. Um, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s the deal there? I mean, you’re young, fit, good looking. I don’t wanna pry, I’m just curious, I guess?” 

Fuck, really fit. So good looking... Wait, did you just feel butterflies?

Realising your curiosity might have outrun your mouth, you attempt to backtrack.

“You totally don’t have to tell me. God, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you that.”

“No, Princess, it’s fine, really. It’s not like I never, um, had the opportunity. Mostly cheerleaders wanting free weed, or drunk wives or bored moms wanting a bit of illicit fun at The Hideout. For my 18th my dad even arranged a couple of female performers for me. He’s in jail, you knew that, right?” 

You give him what you hope is a sympathetic nod.

“He got a message to a buddy of his, and they turned up after a gig. He instructed me to, uh, take my pick, or have both, if I wanted. So after we’d played, we went backstage, and we talked, and they were really nice ladies, but, uh, it just didn’t feel right somehow. They didn’t say anything afterwards, apart from how I was such a nice boy and if I ever changed my mind I should totally give them a call. And the guys just assumed what had gone on and acted like I was some kind of dog, and I guess I didn’t correct them, and, well, here we are…” 

He’s bashful again, embarrassed at his own apparent reluctance as well as his lack of experience, and you see him picking at the skin around one of his thumbnails. Looking at the floor, he continues,

“I guess I wanted my first time to, I dunno, be a bit more special? Must sound pretty stupid, coming from a hot blooded male, or whatever.”

You both smile as you remember one of your previous conversations and what you’d said. You want to reassure him.

“No, that’s not stupid at all. It’s not just girls who deserve a special first time, you know. Everyone deserves to feel comfortable, and if you haven’t felt that way yet then that’s totally okay. I’m actually proud of you for not feeling pressured into doing something that didn’t feel right.”

He turns his head sideways and looks at you at a quirky angle through his hair, a broad smile threatening to emerge.

“Yeah? Thanks, Princess, that means more than you know.”

You smile back at him, that warmth in your chest spreading throughout your torso. Breaking the moment, Eddie asks, with more than a little trepidation,

“So, what exactly d'you wanna do..?”

Your mind churns with possibilities, and you open your mouth, not entirely certain about what’s going to come out. But before you can say anything, Eddie jumps in.

“Oh, wait. I almost forgot, I have something for you.”

He reaches over to the side table next to him and returns with a lightly rolled piece of paper. Unfurling it, he somewhat nervously presents to you.

“You said you wanted a picture. So, I, uh, drew this for you.”

You take it from him and open it fully. It’s an illustration. A human brain, seen from above, one half of it beautifully rendered in graphite pencil and exquisitely shaded and detailed. The ridges and bumps look like you could almost reach out and touch them. This is incredible enough, but what really catches your attention is the other side. It’s a riot of flowers in different types and colours, overlapping and clustered in a formation that perfectly matches the silhouette of the other half. It’s beautiful.

Your hand comes to cover your mouth and you gasp a little. 

“Oh, Eddie, this is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen! Did you really do this for me?”

Bashfully, he pulls a strand of hair across his cheek as he replies, 

“Sure did, just for you. I chose the subject for that big, beautiful brain of yours, and then I added the flowers ‘cos, y’know, you’re beautiful. You’ve got it all, Princess.”

Now it’s your turn to feel embarrassed. You really weren’t expecting something so amazing, or to feel like this about it. Or to feel this way about him.

You lift the drawing to look closer at the divine detail, and it’s then that you focus in on the background. It looks like a page from a book, and as you scan the words you see dictionary and thesaurus entries under ‘beauty’, spotting beautiful, beauteous, charming, attractive, lovely, alluring... You’re absolutely stunned.

It’s then that you notice the raw edge on one side of the paper.

Wait. 

“Eddie…” You turn to him, brows furrowing with a mixture of concern and excitement. 

“Tell me you didn’t steal this page from the library!”

“Uh, I may have.” He chuckles lightly. “Hey, it’s not like people use it much. It just seemed so appropriate, and I just, kinda, liberated it for an artistic cause.”

You can’t deny that a vehicle for Eddie’s amazing artwork is likely a far better use for this page than it mouldering away in a dusty school library. And it’s not like you could return it now, anyway. 

Everything about it, from the intentions to the execution, is beautiful. 

You tell Eddie so as you run your fingers over the lines. 

“It’s wonderful, Eddie. I’ll treasure it forever.”

Tearing your eyes away from the art in front of you, you lock eyes with him, and the atmosphere in the room seems to thicken. You’re not sure how Eddie’s feeling, but there’s a quiver in your belly and a heat in your core that’s demanding a significant proportion of your attention. You place the paper carefully down on the coffee table before murmuring quietly,

“Would you like to, uh, do that revision now?”

Eddie shifts in his seat, his cheeks pulling up as he tries to stifle a grin and maintain his composure.

“Okaaaay?”

You shift on the sofa and Eddie can’t help but allow the grin spread across his face. He twists his upper body and turns towards you, and puts one hand beside him on the seat as he drops his chin and peers up at you through his lashes. He looks adorable, a little timid but eager to please, like the world’s cutest puppy, and you let out a quiet giggle.

Coyly, he pulls another strand of hair across his upper lip (he really has to stop doing that) as he broaches,

“Are you gonna test me?”

A sultry smile spreads across your face as you recall the first lesson you had together.

“I taught you a lot of terminology in our first lesson. I wanna see how much you can remember.” 

The tip of your tongue peeks out and teases your upper lip.

You can tell he’s still not sure exactly what you mean, but you help him understand as you shuffle forwards and, perching yourself on the very edge of the sofa cushion, you slowly drift your hands up under your skirt, slip your thumbs into the sides of your underwear, lift your butt slightly and begin to pull them down your legs.

Eddie gets it now, and to your surprise he rushes quickly off the sofa and drops to his knees on the floor in front of you.

“Oh shit, please let me help?”

You smile broadly and allow him to take over. 

His fingertips lightly brush the skin of your thighs. They’re rough, calloused, you presume from years of guitar playing, but the feeling is certainly not unpleasant. You experience a frisson of excitement, imagining how his rough hands might feel running over other parts of you.

He gently hooks your underwear with his fingers and, slowly, continues their descent down your legs. He’s careful, reverent almost, like you’re a porcelain doll and he’s scared you will break. You’ve never been treated with such care before. You feel like a precious jewel, and his nickname for you, Princess, suddenly takes on new significance.

He’s concentrating more now than he has the whole time you’ve been helping him study, seemingly taking in every detail of your thighs, your panties, and, especially, the patch of damp fabric that’s already soaked with your arousal. When his eyes flick up to yours he realises he’s been caught staring, and he gives you a little bashful smile.

He removes your underwear by gently lifting each of your feet. You watch out of the corner of your eye as he quickly pushes the ball of material under the sofa. You don’t let on that he’s not being nearly as subtle about that as he thinks he is. 

Placing one foot on either side of his knees, you part your legs. Then, tantalisingly slowly, you move the hem of your skirt up until it’s bunched around your waist. 

You’ve never seen anyone have a religious experience, but you think the expression on Eddie’s face might come close. His eyes, fixated on your centre, are blown dark and opened wide, and his mouth is slightly open. His eyes are furrowed upwards in that almost-surprised look you like so much, and you see him swallow, hard. 

You feel your cunt clench gently. Yep, you still like him looking at you.

“So… what can you remember, Eddie?”

“I— I—”

You give him a moment, taking the opportunity to drink him in, and watch as his tongue comes out to slowly wet his lips. The edges of his mouth curl in the slightest half-smile, and he huffs out an incredulous breath. He’s close enough to you that you feel it on your inner thighs and core. He looks so good like this, kneeling in front of you. Adoring, pliant, submissive even. Oh, this is new.

You lean forward to lightly hold his wrist, and guide his hand up towards your centre. You can feel him trembling slightly, and remember that this is likely the first time he’s ever touched anyone so intimately.

“Okay, let’s try this a different way. Do you remember what this whole area is called?”

As you ask the question you trace his fingertips lightly across your mound and the soft skin of your inner thighs. You place his open hand against you and curve his fingers to cup you gently, his palm pressing featherlight against your hidden clit and his fingertips nestled in your trimmed pubic hair. He lets out a trembling hum.

“Umm, Volvo. No, wait, vul-va?”

“Yes, that’s so good Eddie.” 

You put on a lilting, singsong voice, letting him know how well he’s doing, and he puffs out another tremulous breath.

You hold his first two digits and direct him to curl the rest out of the way. You guide his fingertips between your folds, and they glide easily through your silky wetness.

“Okay, what about this part?”

Eddie lets out a long, low sigh, and swallows deeply. He’s completely fixated on what he can see and feel. You slide his fingers up and down your soaked slit a couple of times, and Eddie’s jaw drops open further.

“Eddie, are you still with me? Can you remember what these are called?”

“Huh? Uh, l— lips, I think?”

“Good enough.”

You smirk at him, though he doesn’t notice, he’s clearly far too focussed on where his fingers are to care about anything else. You revel in the attention. No one else has ever been this gentle with you, this adoring, attentive, tender. And he’s fucking mesmerised. It’s a far cry from the back-seat fumbles and quick pokes in study rooms that you’re used to. You’re definitely not going to be able to go back to that now.

Desperate for Eddie to touch more of you, you continue his education.

“Next, I want you to find my clitoris. Do you think you can do that?”

You let go of his fingers and settle back onto the sofa on your elbows, processing Eddie’s shocked and nervous expression as he glances up to your face.

“You, uh, want me to do this by myself?”

“Yes, I trust you. If it hurts, or you’re way off, I promise I’ll help. But I think it would be good for you to try. Also, I want to see if you can work out when you’ve got it without me having to tell you.”

His brow furrows very slightly at this; he doesn’t seem convinced that this is possible, but you’re in front of him, spread and waiting, so who is he to question it. He moves his wet fingertips slowly through your folds, gliding easily, studying his path but also flicking his eyes up to your face episodically. You close your eyes and hum, enjoying the sensation. 

As he moves further up you can feel a growing uncertainty in his movements, but just as you think he’s about to give up or ask for help, one of his calloused fingertips glances the side of your clit, causing you to inhale sharply as your eyes spring open.

He freezes, terrified he’s done something wrong or hurt you, but you smile down at him and reassure him,

“That’s so close, you’re almost there.”

He smiles, confidence buoyed, and you notice he’s watching your face now as he moves his fingers experimentally. One sideways movement has a rough fingertip connecting perfectly with your sensitive nub, and you let out an abrupt whine.

Eddie presses a little harder, testing, his mouth still open and the tip of his tongue teasing his front teeth.

You moan, loudly, and your head tips back and connects with the cushions of the sofa.

Boldly, Eddie begins to move his fingers, up and down to start with, which makes you hum with contentment. But when, unbidden, he then starts to draw tiny circles around his newly-discovered treasure, your whines turn to full-on moans.

“Is this it? Am I getting it, Princess?”

You glance down at him again, at that beautiful face now adorned with a smirk that seems to be a mix of experimentation and new-found cockiness. Breathlessly, but smiling, you manage, 

“Yeah, you’re definitely getting it.”

And you let out another long moan as he continues to trace those tiny patterns. You could definitely lose it from this alone, but you want to teach him a little more.

“I want you to do something else as well. Do you remember where my vagina is?”

“Uh, I think so.”

Eddie swallows, as he moves his other hand up towards your centre. He pauses, and, looking from your face to your cunt again, he begins to slowly push one fingertip between your wet folds.

You wince as you feel a slight discomfort, and offer, helpfully, 

“Try going a little lower.”

“Oh, okay, sorry, I—”

“Don’t worry, Eddie, nobody gets it on their first tr— ah!” 

He’s definitely getting it.

You want to reassure him even more, tell him that this is the best you’ve ever felt when anyone’s touched you, but the words dissolve as his index finger easily breaches your sopping hole.

You sigh and close your eyes, enjoying the subtle stretch and finally having some part of him inside of you. But Eddie’s stilled, and you realise he needs more guidance. 

“You can go in further, if you want?”

That’s seemingly all the encouragement he needs, as he pushes further, all the way to his ringed knuckle, and you feel the knobbled metal against your lips. He closes his eyes and begins babbling,

“Oh, g-god, you feel so good. You’re like silk, like velvet. You’re so fucking warm, and so goddamn wet, Jeezus!”

You allow you both to enjoy the moment, before deciding to put your musician’s fingers theory to the test.

“Can I give you some more instructions, Eddie?”

He looks up at you, blinking, seeming to come back to himself.

“Yes! Tell me what you want. Please tell me what to do to make you feel good. I’ll do it, I’ll do all of it.”

Oh, this is gonna be fun…

“Okay, add another fing— Oh fuck, that’s it! Shit, that feels so nice.”

Your hips buck forwards as Eddie slides his middle finger in to join the first, pushing them deep and coating his rings in your abundant slick. He lets out a shuddering hum as your walls clench gently around him and you gasp at the sense of increasing fullness.

“Okay, keep your hand so your palm is upwards. That’s it, I know it’s a little uncomfortable but I promise it’s worth it. Now curl your fingers, like you’re beckoning me. Just gently, not too fa-ah— Oh fuck!”

Eddie’s deft fingertips brush that most sensitive spot inside of you, and your legs tense as your back arches off the sofa. You reach down to grab his wrist. You chuckle, smiling down at him. 

“Okay, stop, just for a moment, otherwise I’m not gonna be able to speak. Congratulations, you just found my g-spot.”

“I— I did?”

He grins, huffing out a breath, and experimentally curls his fingers again, his eyes glued to your face.

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” is all you can manage, as your hands move to grip the sofa cushions.

Eddie pauses for a brief moment, glancing down to look at your sodden core, and you take the opportunity to give him one final instruction.

“If you keep doing what you were doing to my clit at the same time, you’re gonna make me cum. Do you wanna do that?”

Eddie’s voice drops almost to a growl as he splutters, the words tumbling out in a rush,

“Oh fuck yes, Princess. Please let me do that!”

He adjusts his position, shuffling closer to you, his eyes scanning between your face and your cunt. You notice the substantial bulge in his pants and how he’s occasionally shifting his hips, bucking them up into the seam of his sinfully tight jeans.

“So… I just keep doing this, and… this?”

He pumps his fingers slowly in and out of you, curling them as his rings touch your soaking lips, and continues to draw tiny circles around your clit. His wide eyes meet yours, his level of concentration evident. You nod, smiling, and relax back onto the sofa. You lose yourself in the sensations, enjoying Eddie’s ministrations and letting yourself drift away on a sea of warmth and pleasure.

Before long a familiar pressure builds in your abdomen. You let out a loud sigh and your hips buck forward again of their own accord. You hear Eddie’s breath become louder and more ragged, and his movements speed up, his fingers pumping deeper and the pressure he’s placing on your clit increasing just a fraction. It’s enough to start sparks flying along your nerves and have your back arching and your thighs trembling.

You start groaning, almost letting go before you realise you should probably give Eddie some warning.

“Shit, I’m so close. Don’t stop, dontfuckingstop, ohshitohshitohshii—”

The universe stops. Time ceases to exist. Your vision goes black before being filled with a million tiny stars, and a supernova of euphoria erupts from your core and spreads throughout your entire body. You think you hear yourself moaning, possibly Eddie as well, but the sounds seem so far away. 

You don’t notice that you’ve arched your back even further until you regain some sense of reality and realise the top of your head is now against the back of the sofa. Gradually, feeling comes back into the rest of your body, a bone-deep warmth suffusing you as your contorted limbs gradually return to their usual positions.

Your vision finally comes back into focus, and you glance down to see Eddie staring at you, wide-mouthed and somewhat stunned. Propping yourself up on the heels of your hands, you grin as you comment, voice syrupy and possibly a little slurred,

“Fuck, Eddie, you’re good at that. Screw the B minus, you definitely deserve an A plus!”

He gives you a lopsided grin, one dimple popping, and chuckles lightly as, watching your centre, he begins to slowly withdraw himself from you. Your body seems to have other ideas, as your walls clench around his fingers and a small aftershock makes you tremble. It definitely doesn’t want to let him go.

He pauses as he examines his soaked digits, moving them apart and studying your slick as it covers his palm and runs over his knuckles. You think you spot a minuscule drop of his jaw as his hand twitches, but then he stops himself. You’re slightly nervous that you may have misread his movements, but you decide to be bold anyway.

“Do you wanna taste me?”

His eyes snap to yours. They’re wide, like a kid that’s been caught trying to steal cookies. Sitting up a little, you gently take hold of his wrist and move his hand closer to his mouth, giving him permission. His eyes don’t leave yours as he drops his jaw, lolls out his tongue and pushes his sodden fingers into his mouth. Only when his lips reach his knuckles does his gaze falter. His eyes flicker closed and he hums loudly, licking and sucking, cleaning up every speck. He eventually pulls them out, mumbling low,

“Christ, you taste so good.”

You heat at the praise; no one’s ever told you that before. Feeling bold again, you continue,

“You wanna taste me properly one day? Put your mouth on me? I gotta admit I’m keen to see what else you can do with that tongue…”

Eddie gulps audibly as he shuffles forwards and grabs hold of your knees, looking like he’s kneeling at an altar. The altar of you.

“Oh holy shit, please let me do that. God, I wanna get my tongue inside you so bad.”

He’s practically drooling, and the sight of him literally on his knees and begging to taste your cunt has you clenching all over again. But as much as you want that (and you really, really want that), there’s now an aching need inside you that only something larger can satisfy. If Eddie’s willing to give it to you. Keen to bookmark this for another time, you proffer,

“Whaddaya say we make that a whole lesson all to itself?”

He grins at you, seemingly pleased with this proposal.

Eddie rests back on his heels and places his hands in his lap. He’s not ushering you to leave, which is good, but he seems a little unsure of himself. Conscious of how exposed you still are, you start to straighten yourself up, lowering your skirt and checking your hair in case the sofa cushions have done a number on it. 

You have no idea what the protocol is for this situation. You’re aware that there’s likely an issue in his pants that could use some attention, but you’re not sure how to broach it. You know what you’d like to do, but are suddenly nervous and can’t look at him, and start fiddling with the hem of your skirt. He seems to be having the same dilemma, as he asks,

“So, what do we do now?”

He could be expecting a suggestion like watching a movie, or ordering pizza. But you decide to ask for what you want, whilst also giving him an out just in case this is too sudden. You fiddle with your hem again and catch his gaze as you blather,

“Well, I know we’ve kinda talked about this before, maybe not as much as we could have. But I, uh— I’d really like to, um, have you inside of me. If you wanted to. An— and it doesn’t actually have to be now, or even soon. We can totally go at your pace, and I realise I’m asking to be your first, but—”

He cuts you off with a single syllable. 

“Yes.” 

It’s the shortest sentence you’ve ever heard him utter. And in this moment it’s the most beautiful. His face is almost blank, completely serious with an edge of hopefulness etched in his brows. Your chest fills with pride and gratitude. He really does trust you enough to want to do this with you. But what happens next is a surprise. 

“Umm… would now be okay?”

You grin broadly. 

“Uh, no, not at all. Shall we, um… take this to your bedroom?”

He smiles softly before breaking out into a wide but bashful grin.

He stands and, offering his hands, helps you to get up. Eddie makes sure you’re okay to move and, at a pace you can cope with on your shaky legs, gently leads you across the trailer and down the narrow corridor to his bedroom, repeatedly looking at you with an incredulously dopey look.

He pauses with his palm against the door. Looking at you ruefully through his lashes, he warns you, quietly,

“Just so you know, it’s a mess in here.”

You reassure him,

“I don’t mind. Frankly, so long as you’re not storing a rotting corpse or running a meth lab, I couldn’t care less.”

He swings the door open and leads you inside. You step through and take a brief moment to glance around the room, noticing the posters on the walls, piles of clothes, D&D paraphernalia and various bits of band equipment. It’s almost exactly as you’d pictured it. 

Standing in the middle of the carpet, he turns to face you, holding one of your hands in his and fiddling with your fingers. His hesitancy is adorable.

“Soooo… What do we do first?”

You take both of his hands in yours, squeezing them lightly, and through a soft smile you say airily,

“Well, it’s usually customary to do a little kissing. I know you know how to do that, because…”

Your cheeks heat as you remember your library lesson. Eddie’s throat bobs as he swallows, and his gaze flits around your face, settling on your lips as he tries, and fails, to get his breathing under control. 

You gently place his hands at your waist and then loop your arms around his neck, finally getting to sink your fingers into his long, luscious locks. They’re much softer than you thought they’d be, and you feel him tremble as you lightly drag your fingertips across his scalp.

You step towards him and slowly lean in, moving your face closer to his, pulling Eddie ever so slightly to indicate that he should do the same. There’s the briefest of pauses as your lips hover, your breaths mingling, before you both close the minuscule gap.

It’s a little uncoordinated, you two never having done this standing up before, but none of that matters as your mouths connect. Eddie’s lips are soft and pillowy, and the feeling of his hands on your waist, his mouth against yours and that familiar faint vanilla scent completely invade your senses. He has a hint of a five o’clock shadow, and you feel his scruff scratch softly against the sensitive skin of your face. You know it’s going to leave you red and puffy, and you relish being able to take a reminder of this away with you. 

It’s chaste yet passionate as your lips meld and release and find a rhythm. You muss his hair and he hums, and the ache between your legs grows vivid again. You press your front against his, and he breaks your kiss with a soft,

“Oh!”

Wow, he really does want this. A whole lot. You nudge against him again, relishing the firmness you can feel in the front of his jeans. The seam of his zipper only adds to the sensation, and you feel his obvious and substantial erection swell and kick towards you through the stiff fabric. You’ve never wanted anything more in your entire life, but for Eddie’s sake you’re determined to take it slow.

Okay, maybe not that slow. You thumb at the hem of his shirt, and with what you hope is a cute pout, ask,

“Can we take this off?”

He grins, dimples popping adorably, and takes half a step back. You think your own smile might rival his as you grasp the bottom of his shirt and peel it up and over his head. Not teasing, not rushing, the speed is just right, and you bite your lip when his arms lift and his hair fluffs, and you drop the garment to the floor.

You’ve seen him shirtless before, but you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the way it affects you. Eddie catches you staring, and for a brief moment you worry that he’s self conscious, or nervous of your opinion of his physicality. But instead, in a cheeky show of burgeoning confidence, that you hope is somewhat down to you, he murmurs,

“Do you… like what you see, Princess?”

Your eyes continue to scan his chest as you hum in approval.

“Oh yes, definitely…”

You bring one of your hands up and run the tips of your fingers over the tattoos on his pec. Eddie shivers and inhales a shaky breath, and then whines a little as you flatten your hand over the muscle.

Your other hand traces up his waist and abs, making him stutter out a bashful giggle as you hit a ticklish spot, until both hands come to rest on the upper part of his chest, feeling it rise and fall beneath your palms. You look over his torso, his shoulders and throat, before your gaze flicks over his lips and reaches his eyes again.

“I meant what I said before, you know. You’re really pretty. Has anyone else ever told you that?”

“Uh, nope. No, they haven’t. But from you, I believe it.”

You smile softly at him, and run your hands over his collarbones and down the sides of his pecs. Experimentally, you allow the pads of your thumbs to gently skim his nipples. He hisses in a breath, and his responsiveness increases the throb in your core.

You let your hands travel lower, and they come to rest at his belt line. You can’t help but salivate at what you know is beneath as you work his belt buckle open, and then his button. You look up and smile at him as you pull gently on his zipper, lowering it, and he smiles back, shaking his head almost imperceptibly as if he can’t quite believe this is happening. 

You hook your thumbs over his waistband and start to tug. He helps, easing the fabric over the soft swell of his ass as you pull his jeans down until you’re crouching on the floor before him. He sighs as his member is released from its denim confines, tenting obnoxiously in his briefs, and you miss the fond smile he gives you, accompanied by another imperceptible head shake, as you concentrate on freeing his feet.

Once he’s standing in just his boxers, you rise and sit on the edge of his bed, gently pulling on his hands and guiding him to sit next to you. You swivel to face each other, fingers still linked. The two of you somehow manage to make some of the most innocent of gestures seem the most intimate, and there’s a peculiar moment of bashfulness between you. You huff through your noses, chuckling, and you can see Eddie’s cheeks have pinkened again as he looks down at your joined hands, fingers intertwined.

Finally, his gaze meets yours again, and his face is suddenly serious. His eyes flit to your lips, and you take this as your cue to lean forward.

Your noses bump, and initially neither of you are sure which way to turn your head. It’s awkward and sweet and adorable, but when your lips finally connect all of that melts away. You soon both get into your stride, and it’s even hotter than it was in the library. You don’t have to worry about noise, or getting caught, and there’s no time limit - this time you can do this for as long as you want, and the thought of it fills you with a warm sensation that you can’t quite identify.

Eddie’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, and as you run the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip his mouth opens instantly, allowing you access to him and he to you. Without hesitation he plunges his tongue into your mouth, and deftly swirls it around your own, moaning as he moves his hand to grasp the back of your head, just like he did in the library. It’s messy and hot, and with no fear of being discovered you're both much more vocal, sighing and moaning as you move against one another. Eddie’s free hand comes to rest gently on your waist, but you can tell he’s tense and holding back. You don’t want him, or you, to hold back anymore. 

You break the kiss and look at him. His eyes are glassy and unfocused, and his lips are parted, reddened and glossy with your shared spit. In one swift motion you twist, lift one leg, and position yourself astride Eddie’s thighs. Then, to his complete surprise, you teasingly fiddle with your hem for a moment before lifting your shirt up and over your head, leaving you in just your bra. You chose it especially, the delicate lace cups leaving your nipples visible through the sheer fabric.

Eddie’s eyes widen and his jaw goes slack and he’s just… staring, like he’s seeing colour for the first time. You allow him to look at you for a little while, and his awestruck, hungry gaze is almost as effective as his touch for increasing the arousal at your core. You run your hands down his arms until you reach his wrists, which you lift gently, bringing his hands towards your chest. Eddie realises what’s about to happen, and quietly mutters,

“Oh, fuck…”

You guide his hands and his palms are hot as you place them over your flesh, and the heat between your bodies increases as Eddie huffs out an open-mouthed,

“Haaaaaaah.”

His eyes are fixed on your breasts, and he seems momentarily frozen in place. He swallows again, but before you can offer words of encouragement his eyes flick up to yours, an almost pleading look on his face. You nod carefully, slowly, hoping to convey your meaning: go ahead.

You’re successful, and you moan with delight as Eddie’s gaze drops again and he begins to squeeze and mould your heaving bosom like he wants to memorise every curve, every feature. He pushes them together slightly, then up, then apart, all the while massaging them gently with his palms and fingertips. At one point he accidentally grazes your slowly hardening nipples, and it causes both of you to let out startled whines.

He’s humming involuntarily, and more than once you feel his hips roll upwards, positioning the substantial tent in his boxers closer to where you need him. You drift your eyes up towards his pillows as you ask,

“Shall we… get a little more comfortable?”

His nod is swift and it bounces his curls as he immediately begins to shift position. You stand as he shuffles to the centre of his bed and flops down, his hair splaying out over his pillow and his hands clutching mindlessly at the comforter, perhaps to ground himself.

You manoeuvre so your thighs are astride his, your naked cunt not quite touching him and shielded only by the drape of your skirt. You wonder whether Eddie might be catching the scent of your arousal. He’s staring at your chest again, and you surmise he’s got a better view now, with more space between you and the light from the window illuminating you from the side.

His eyes rove your form, and you can’t wait to see what happens when he views a real pair of actual tits for the first time. Locking your gaze on his face, you reach behind you and unfasten your bra. The small jolt as you undo the clasp makes Eddie jump slightly, and his eyes flash up to your face, his eyes saying, is this really happening?

You cover yourself with one arm and slowly slip the straps of your bra off your shoulders before performing a dramatic reveal, dropping the lace to your lap and then sweeping the flimsy garment off the bed and onto the floor.

Eddie’s eyes widen to the point where you think they might leave his skull, and his jaw drops and retracts a couple of times. A strangled sort of noise leaves his throat, and it sounds a little like he’s being gently choked. You check in with him.

“Eddie? Are you okay? Are you… still breathing?”

He inhales, loudly. Nope, he’d definitely stopped breathing. His arms lift a little and his hands hover over the bedsheets. His eyes haven’t left your chest, and you let him know that whatever he wants to do, you’re okay with.

“You can touch them, if you want?”

Eddie huffs out a long exhale, and the warmth of his breath fanning over your sensitive skin brings your nipples to hardened peaks. His fingertips tentatively brush at the sides of your breasts as his thumbs trace the undersides. It’s like he’s examining a precious artifact, and it’s the most reverence anyone’s ever shown your tits, or any part of you. You hear yourself gasp as your centre spasms.

This gives Eddie a little confidence, and he moves to cup your flesh in his hands, his fingers squeezing lightly. This time though, he’s looking at your face, assessing your reaction, seeing how he’s doing. You very much appreciate that he’s ensuring he’s not hurting you, or making an ass of himself, but it’s actually quite the opposite. You let out a tiny moan, and gift him with a louder one when the pads of his thumbs graze your peaked nipples. He does it again, with more intent. The combination of the roughness and heat of his skin feels wonderful.

Unbidden, he brings his forefingers and thumbs together on one side, and pinches lightly. Your abrupt groan surprises both of you, but in a delightful way. He does it again, to both nipples this time, and you groan again as your belly clenches and you involuntarily roll your hips over his thighs, the heat in your core intensifying. 

You let him play for a while, enjoying how he moans and swallows and moulds your flesh. His hands feel so good you’re reluctant to pull them away, but eventually you do, softly placing his arms beside him on the bed as you murmur,

“It’s my turn to touch you now.”

His nervous expression quickly dissipates as you gently lay your hands onto his chest. He’s so beautiful, like an alabaster statue, and he’s warm and responsive to your touch. You run your hands lightly all over his torso, tracing the planes, dips and curves of his musculature, and the designs of his tattoos. It’s simple, almost reverential, though the increased heat in your centre and the breaths stuttering beneath the pretty pink bloom flushing over Eddie’s skin suggest your touch is anything but holy.

There’s something you’ve been wanting to investigate for what feels like a very long time, and you’re delighted that you’ve finally got the opportunity. You run your palms over Eddie’s chest again, but this time allowing your fingertips to skim over his nipples. 

He twitches beneath you, almost flinching at the sensation, but from the gasp he inhales and holds you don’t think this was from discomfort. You repeat the action. His flesh feels soft and velvety, and they’re smaller than yours, but seemingly just as sensitive, and you hear him whimper as they peak beneath your touch. You had no idea a guy’s nipples could react like this, your previous partners never giving them any consideration or allowing you to explore like this. Eddie’s stuttering breaths and the way he’s trembling make you think they were missing out on something really special.

You draw tiny circles around each nipple with the pads of your forefingers, and you feel the bedsheets shift under you as Eddie grips them in his fists. Bravely, you experiment, and you move your thumbs to join your fingers, Eddie’s flesh between them. With the lightest amount of pressure you pinch, just a little, and release quickly.

Something guttural leaves Eddie’s chest, and his breath comes out in a rush. Buoyed by this, you squeeze again, with more pressure and for longer, and this time Eddie’s groan is accompanied by an upwards buck of his hips into the empty air in front of yours.

This is new, and you like it very much. From the deepening pink tinge appearing across Eddie’s cheeks and torso, you think he’s liking it too. You squeeze once more, and release. Leaning forwards and sticking out your tongue, you lick at one of Eddie’s peaked buds before delicately clamping down with your teeth and sucking gently, moaning quietly at the sensation of his delicate flesh in your mouth.

Above you, Eddie splutters,

“Shit! Oh shit! Hnnn!”

Oh yeah, those other guys were definitely missing out.

You decide it’s time for him to experience yours up close too. You lean forwards, bracing your arms either side of his head, the swell of your tits now hovering above his face. His gaze flicks between them a few times before flashing up to yours. You give him a soft smile and nod your head, and he hums as he slides his hands up over your waist, up your sides and over the warm flesh again. 

He moulds them in his hands, making you moan, and to make it all the more obvious what you want him to do you shift so one of your nipples is positioned directly above his mouth. He takes the hint and flicks out his tongue, just grazing your peaked bud at first before gaining in confidence and taking it fully into his mouth, sucking gently at first and then flicking his tongue over it.

You feel a jolt head from your nipple up to your jaw that ignites the entire side of your face with static electricity as another journeys to your core. You let out an involuntary groan, and, buoyed by this, Eddie suckles harder, simultaneously running his thumb over your other nipple. You moan again, your hips rolling over his thighs in search of friction. Shifting beneath you, he pops off one breast and latches on to the other, giving it equal attention and, daringly, pinching the first between his fingers. It’s intense, and glorious, and that electric spark is back, heading directly between your thighs. This is definitely something that’s never happened before.

He unlatches, and you’re a gasping, breathy mess as you move down to kiss him. He lunges up a few centimetres to meet you, and as you deepen the kiss your nipples brush against his chest. He whimpers, and grabs the back of your neck with one hand and between your shoulder blades with the other, pulling you down so your chests meet. You drop your elbows down onto the mattress to get closer to him, and rake your hands through his hair, grasping it and pulling at the roots gently as your hands ball into fists.

There’s no more reverence or holding back now, and your kiss is messy, wet and noisy as Eddie holds you to him, squeezing you together and shoving his tongue seemingly as far down your throat as he can. Your tits are squashed between you, and the pressure of his heated chest against yours is divine. It’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever done, and you can’t quite believe you’re having this effect on each other. You feel the stiff length of him pressing into your abdomen, and he feels so, so ready for this.

You hum as you kiss him for a while longer, feeling his length kick up between you and the dampness between your legs increase. You break the kiss and sit up, smirking at Eddie’s blissed out face and reddened, kiss-bitten lips. Watching him watch you, you open the side fastening of your skirt and peel it off, discarding it to one side, leaving you fully bare on top of him. His face is almost unreadable, such a mixture of emotions passing over it, but you think he might be a combination of reverent, horny and amazed.

You move yourself further up his thighs, finally settling your hips flush across his, settling down close to the substantial wet patch that’s been made by his leaking tip. Your naked centre sticks to the damp fabric as you drag it across his boxer-covered crotch. Ordinarily you’d be embarrassed at making a mess, but something tells you Eddie won’t care.

You were right. There’s no resistance from him, and he groans beneath you as you feel his hefty bulge press against your folds. His hands grip the bedsheets again as he mumbles out in a low breath,

“Oh my god, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

His tone and his words only get you wetter, and you can’t help but roll your hips slightly over him, earning you another groan.

You don’t want to waste your slick on this fabric, and rise up onto your knees. With a playful snap of his waistband, you urge,

“Take these off.”

Eddie shuffles beneath you as quickly as he’s able, There’s the rustle of cotton and you look down in time to witness the slap of his hard member against his stomach. His cock’s flushed a deep pink, almost magenta, is more swollen than you’ve ever seen it, and is already drenched and glistening with precum. It smears across his happy trail as he shifts until, moments later, he’s naked beneath you. 

Still kneeling up, your cunt hovers over his bare form. His eyes scan your whole body, from your eyes to your tits, all over your torso, the soft hair covering your cunt, back up to your eyes again. Bravely, you think, he places his hands on your thighs, and you feel them tremble a little as he rubs and strokes gently. 

Slowly, you lower your hips. You feel your pubic hair brush first, before your warm lips make contact with his shaft and your most personal areas touch for the first time.

Eddie’s brows furrow as the slick warmth of you settles onto him, and his abs tense as he breathes out, low,

“Oh, shiiiiit.”

You’re both still for a beat before you brace yourself, palms placed flat on his chest, and begin to rock your hips, just gently, getting you both used to the sensation of having him pressed against your folds. His cock is hard, yet warm and soft, and Eddie huffs out heated breaths through his nose as you slide yourself along him. His hips start to subtly cant beneath you. By the tense look on his face you think it might be involuntary, that he’s holding himself back. 

You move for a little while before one particularly exquisite movement allows his cock to slip between your folds, and his swollen tip unexpectedly nudges your clit. You gasp and curl in on yourself, involuntarily closing your eyes and clenching your fingers, letting out a soft whine. 

Below you, Eddie makes a strangled hnnng sound before his breath hitches and he inhales quickly, his grip on your thighs tightening. 

Worried there’s something wrong, your eyes flash open. You’re relieved to see Eddie seems to be okay, though his eyes are blown even darker and his jaw is softly parted. You glance down at your hands on his chest, and notice a collection of angry-looking red lines where your nails have dug into his flesh. Horrified, you stammer,

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!”

Echoing your words from your second lesson, he smirks, his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip, and he bounces his eyebrows as he admits,

“It’s okay, I kinda liked it.”

Smiling, you lift your hands to his pecs and lightly drag the nails of your pointer fingers further down his chest and ribs, down to his abs. Eddie moans again, and his hips roll upwards, his cockhead nudging your clit with more pressure and causing you to whine along with him.

Fuck, this feels so good, and he’s not even inside of you yet…

You don’t know how Eddie’s doing, but you can’t take much more of this. Feeling that it’s definitely time for his final lesson, you sit up, resting your palms gently on his belly. You’re feeling really good, but also nervous, which you know makes you verbose, and you can’t help but babble out too many options. 

“Okay, so, I’m more than happy for us to go all the way right now. But if that’s not something you want I’m obviously totally fine with that too. But… Shit. I guess I’m asking, do you still wanna… I mean, how far do you wanna go, really, with me?”

Eddie’s eyes search yours earnestly, and the gentleness of his reply instantly soothes your frayed nerves.

“I want it, Princess. I want to do it… all. With you.”

You smile warmly down at him. It’s the best response you could’ve had. He swallows before gesturing to his nightstand.

“Should I, uh… Should we…?”

You realise he’s asking if he should get a condom, and you’re grateful for his thoughtfulness. But you’ve been considering this, and you have an alternative suggestion. 

“Well… I’m on birth control for a period thing, and I'm pretty sure I’m clean because I’ve never not used a condom. I know you’re clean because, well, y’know. So… if you’re okay with it, we could, uh, do it without?”

He’s looking up at you, wide-eyed and mouth agape. All he can manage is a tiny, squeaked,

“Holy f—. P— please.”

Again, it’s the perfect reply. You’re still slightly incredulous that he’s trusting you to be his first, but you’re also excited to take on such a responsibility. You calm your breathing before kneeling up a little, glancing down and reaching between your legs to take ahold of him. You already knew he has the most exquisite cock you’ve ever encountered, and it somehow looks even more beautiful right now. You grasp him reverently, angling him upwards and dragging him through your folds to gather more of your slick. 

He’s hot and solid in your hand, and flashbacks of everything you’ve done so far flood your mind. Touching yourself as he watched, taking him into your mouth, getting each other off over the phone, your first kiss... It‘s all combined to lead you to this exquisite moment. 

Eddie sighs lightly and lets out a nervous hum, and then both of you hold your breath. You lower yourself a tiny amount, and his tip pushes in a little further as you notch him between your folds. He gasps. You lean over him, and stabilise yourself with your hands either side of his head.

“You ready?”

Eddie’s voice wobbles as he confirms,

“Fuck, yes, Princess. Please f-fuck me.” 

You take a steadying breath, and, keeping your eyes fixed on his, you begin to lower further. His fat head breaches you, and you bite your lip as you feel the stretch of him for the first time. Slowly, so slowly, you slide down, inch by delicious inch. You’re so wet he glides into you easily, although the size of him is something you’ll need to get used to. You relish the sensation of him stretching out your walls as they slowly envelop him.

You pause, and Eddie mumbles your name, barely audible, the hot huff of air filling what little space there is between you. It sounds like a prayer, or perhaps a spell. There’s a moment of silence and absolute stillness, yet it’s weighted, the implications heavy in the humid space between you. You both know how much this means, how things will never be as they were, especially for Eddie. As you slide lower, letting him fill you, his jaw drops further, and his grip on your thighs grows stronger. You sink down until he’s plunged completely inside your warmth, and immerse yourself in the way you’re accommodating him. Your hips finally connect with his, and as you seat him fully inside you already feel him nudging against that spot that he so deftly located earlier. You mumble out a stilted,

“Oh, god.”

It’s followed by a long, deep sigh from Eddie as he mutters,

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck— Ooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuccckkk!”

He’s closed his eyes, and you can feel the tips of his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs. You enjoy the moment, savouring how he looks, how he feels. His hair splays out around him on his pillow like a chestnut halo, and his head is tilted back, exposing his broad, thick throat. His eyes flash open again and fix on yours; wide, dark mahogany pools that are somehow simultaneously a million miles away and boring into your very soul. His mouth hangs open in awe, shallow, trembling breaths emanating from his throat. He looks like an angel. 

He strokes your thighs for a moment before his large hands move to settle lightly on your hips. Placing your hands over the backs of his, you stay seated, tilting your hips ever so slightly to push down even deeper onto him. He practically growls,

“Fuck, Princess. You feel so fucking good.”

The growling nature of his voice sends an electric heat straight to your core, and the stretch you feel quickly morphs into a fiery need. You gaze into Eddie’s chocolate orbs as you warn him, 

“I’m gonna move now, okay?”

He swallows in preparation, and you brace your hands on his lower ribs. You tilt your hips, rolling them. It angles him differently inside you, his swollen head hitting harder exactly where you need it. It also brushes your clit against the dark, glossy hair at his base, and your walls spasm as a low moan leaves your chest and you feel Eddie’s cock kick up in response. He mumbles, voice low and lasciviously gravelly,

“Do that again.”

So you do, again and again. You find a rhythm, slow but satisfying as you rock back and forth. Eddie’s jaw drops open again and his lips form a soft ‘o’ as you move above him.

It occurs to you that everything feels subtly different. Of course, you’ve never been treated with such care before, never been brought to a point of such arousal, plus you’ve never wanted anyone as much as you want Eddie in this moment. But you swear you can feel the flared edge of his cockhead as it drags against your walls, and every ridge and vein as you move atop him. You’d never previously considered how a lack of barrier might affect things, it always being a hard boundary for you, despite whining and cajoling from previous partners. You’d assumed it was mostly a ‘guy thing’, and you had no idea how it could affect your pleasure. But it’s abundantly obvious now. 

Eddie's lips are pursed, and his grip on your thighs intensifies again as you watch the muscles of his abdomen subtly tense. Perhaps it’s time he became a bit more… involved. You’re sure he can take it, and you know he won’t hurt you.

“You can move too, Eddie. Just do what feels good.”

He‘s tentative at first, tilting his pelvis subtly and pushing up into you with such care, as if he might hurt you, or something might break. It’s incredible, the small movements feel so good, and somehow more intimate and passionate than anything you’ve done with anyone else. You reward him with soft sighs and moans in time with his movements.

Gaining confidence, he begins to move faster, pulling out further and thrusting back in with more vigour. When you join him, moving and rolling your pelvis with larger movements in time with his, your breath coming out in increasingly loud rhythmic gasps and moans, his breathing quickens, his whole body flushes, and you can't help but close your eyes and drop your head back in ecstasy until Eddie’s hands clamp onto your hips and—

“Ohmygod, ooohmyGOD.”

He’s suddenly still.

You open your eyes to check in on him, and see Eddie’s screwed up face, his eyes and mouth twisted shut, his cheeks even redder than before.

“Eddie? Are you okay?”

He babbles, quickly,

“Don’t move Princess, pleasejustdontfuckinmove. This is fuckin’ amazing and I don’t wanna ruin it!”

You want to reassure him that everything he’s doing is perfect.

“I’m close too. It doesn't matter how long this lasts, just that we both enjoy it. And I’m really, really enjoying it. Please, keep moving, Eddie. For me?"

From his beautifully wide eyes and flushed face, this definitely isn’t going to last very much longer, but you mean it, you don’t care. You’re still puffy and sensitive from his earlier ministrations, and you know it won’t be long before you fall apart all over him. You both begin to move again, quickly rebuilding a rhythm. The soft thrusts of his hips keep perfect time with the subtle rolls of yours, the lewd sounds of your mingling juices only adding to your mutual enjoyment. 

Eddie lets out little uhs and ahs in time with your movements and you adore that you’re having such an effect on him. After a particularly deep thrust followed by a vociferous grunt, he grits out, through clenched teeth,

“Does it— Christ— Does it always feel this good?”

You reply, truthfully,

“Honestly? It’s never been this good.”

He stutters out a high-pitched chuckle as he confirms,

“Holy shit, I’m in fucking heaven!”

You lunge forwards to kiss him again, brushing your nipples against his chest as you slip your tongue between his eager lips. Once again Eddie’s hand grips the back of your head and he moans loudly as his tongue plunges into your mouth. You feel the warmth of a broad palm against your lower back as he pulls you flush with his chest. The shift in position arches your back, subtly changing the angle and spreading your centre even further. 

All too soon, Eddie’s thrusts become faster and less controlled, and you match his pace, rolling your hips and pushing down onto him with increased vigour. You break apart and move up just enough so he’s in focus, wanting to see him at this perfect moment. His eyes are glazed and seem to only be half-focussing on yours, and there's a tell-tale furrow in his brow. You wonder aloud,

“You gonna cum? I wanna feel you. Let go, please.”

His hips seem to take on a life of their own now he’s not holding back. His thrusts become more fervent, and his swollen member pummels that spot inside you. You feel his pelvis slam against your clit with every stroke, and your own release careens towards you, spots of light beginning to appear in your vision and the warmth in your core reaching a heated crescendo.

With a deep, rumbling groan, easily the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard, his final thrust pushes him even deeper and his cock begins to pulse inside you. You’ve never felt anyone’s release before, and the divine sensation makes you jam your hips down, triggering your own release, and you throw your head back in ecstasy, emitting a disjointed high-pitched whine. There's more low moans from Eddie as you clench around his still-pulsing member, and you barely register the bruising grip as he digs his fingertips into your hips. 

Eventually your movements still and, spent, you pitch forward on failing arms and collapse onto his chest, breathing heavily into the crook of his neck. After a moment he wraps his arms around you, holding you close and nuzzling into your hairline.

There’s a minute of stillness, and you revel in the post-orgasmic haze. Your cunt spasms with aftershocks, eliciting contented hums from deep within Eddie’s chest. You’re warm, satisfied and feel cosy and safe with his arms wrapped around you, and you wonder whether he’s feeling the same. You hum into his skin as he traces one hand over your shoulders and back. It’s bliss.

Eventually, Eddie chuckles lightly as he mutters,

“Fuck, Princess. That was… I, um… Fuck.”

He snorts a truncated laugh, his Adam’s apple bobbing and his curls bouncing on the pillow as his head shifts to look at you. All you can manage is a dopey grin as you reply,

“Yeah. Fuck.”

You chuckle in unison, shifting until your noses touch, both tilting your chins until your lips connect in a series of soft pecks.

You’re a little nervous to ask, but something in you has to know.

“How did it feel? Fucking for the first time?”

“Shit, it was goddamn heaven, I swear! Although technically, I think you did most of the actual fucking.”

“Oh no, you did absolutely your fair share! But we can change that, if you’d like. Are you up for doing most of the fucking another time?”

Eddie’s eyebrows snap up his forehead and he looks straight at you with surprise, and just a little disbelief. 

“You, uh, want there to be a next time…?”

You roll your lips together and consider your words carefully before replying. He really has no idea how good this was for you, or that he’s already so much better than literally every guy you’ve ever slept with. But you don’t want to stroke his ego too much, at least, not just yet. You hum and fake a look of disinterest.

“Well, I guess I could make time in my schedule, to, y’know, give you a few more lessons. Purely for your benefit, of course.”

His jaw drops in faux shock.

“Hey, I know I’m not exactly an expert, but if I’m reading this right you seemed to enjoy yourself.”

You can’t keep a straight face and burst into giggles, and Eddie follows you, his fingers snaking to your waist and easily finding your ticklish spots. You huff and wriggle, but make no real attempt to disengage yourself from his grasp. If anything, you end up more entangled, and from the contented sounds that emanate from you both, it’s not something either of you mind.

You lay together for a few moments, enjoying the peace and your shared heat. But eventually your hips start to ache, and with a groan of discomfort, and more than a little reluctance, you slowly start to move. His mostly-soft cock slips out easily, and as you roll off of him you feel your combined juices run out of you, dribbling over his abdomen and coating the inside of your thighs.

You sigh as you wriggle yourself into the crook of his arm, and lay your palm on his chest, tracing lazily up and down with your fingers.

You figure Eddie must feel the cooling stickiness, because he starts to move and asks,

“Umm… Do I— Uh… Should I…? D’you need anything?”

You keep it simple.

“Umm, something to clean up with would be nice. And could I, maybe, get some water?”

The mere fact that he’s asked the question already puts him leagues above others, but you’re briefly concerned that Eddie will see this as annoying, or demanding. To your relief, he seems entirely unfazed. 

“Sure thing. You get comfy here and I’ll just be a minute.”

He wriggles sideways and backs off the bed, his beautiful grin lighting up his glowing face. His hair’s a dishevelled mess, his torso is still tinged pink and the scratches you left on his chest are an angry red, but you’ve never seen anyone so beautiful. Unable to break your gaze, he doesn’t turn until he’s already partly through the doorway. It’s sweet, and lovely, but as he leaves you’re almost sad that he didn’t turn sooner, as you’re treated to the glorious sight of his pert, peachy butt bouncing slightly as he leaves the room.

You swallow, thinking that’s a sight you could definitely get used to, but then chide yourself. He’s obviously happy to do this again, but you have no idea whether he’s… feeling the same way you are. But at that moment you make a decision - you’re absolutely going to broach the subject before you leave. Definitely. 

Probably. 

Maybe...

There’s the sound of running water and minutes later Eddie returns with a warm, damp washcloth and a small towel, and promptly disappears again. You clean yourself up as best you can and then take him at his word and get comfy, wrapping yourself up in his sheets before rolling onto your side and perusing the myriad objects atop his nightstand. There’s a full ashtray, loose keys, a lighter, a couple of rings, an empty pretzel tube, rolling papers, a creased music magazine and a lot of dust. A battered copy of a Tolkien novel catches your eye, and you pick it up and start to flip through it. There’s folded corners and pages marked with scraps of paper, notes and doodles in the margins and words written in runes in Eddie’s messy scrawl. You imagine it must be one of his most treasured possessions.

Just as you’re halfway through deciphering a short runic message, Eddie enters with snacks clasped in his hands and between his teeth. There's water, cold soda, pretzels, potato chips, a bowl with a few grapes in it, and half a bar of chocolate. His soft, but still pretty, cock swings with abandon as he heads towards you and dumps his haul onto the bed in front of you.

It’s all perfect. He’s perfect…

As the final packet leaves his mouth he spots what you have in your hand.

“I brought snacks too, I hope that’s okay. Whatcha got there, Princess?”

You drop the paperback like it’s burned you, blustering,

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to snoop.”

“That’s alright, you can look. There’s nothing incriminating in there. Not gonna tell you where that stuff is, mind you."

He pulls a comical face as he flops down onto the bed, the old springs squeaking in protest, and you giggle, thinking about your journal and wondering whether he does indeed have any similarly incriminating stuff anywhere, as you admit,

“I read The Hobbit once. I liked it, but I found the other books too heavy going. Is that awful? Are you gonna throw me out now?”

You wince and add a deliberately over-expansive pout. Eddie’s hair shakes wildly as he responds emphatically,

“Oh, god no! You’d have to do a lot worse than that for me to ever let you go…”

You think he’s just being funny, but then his eyes soften suddenly, and you wonder whether, deep down, he actually means that. Your tummy flutters at the thought. But before you can dwell, his face brightens, and, breaking your thought process, he continues excitedly,

“Maybe I could read them to you sometime? I could explain it as I go. And I promise to skip any really dull parts.”

You smile and nod eagerly in agreement, imagining lazy days spent cuddling with Eddie reading aloud to you as you play with his hair and memorise his tattoos. You can’t pass this moment up, you have to say something. And, in just a minute, you will. You’re almost certain of it.

You sit up and lean back against the wall, and Eddie joins you, pulling his sheets and comforter around you both. You lean in close as you snack on your impromptu and welcome picnic, sometimes feeding each other small morsels, and he makes you giggle as he kisses crumbs from the side of your mouth and fake-bites your fingers. 

Food devoured, you snuggle against him with his arm slung around your shoulders. You bring a finger up to trace his ink, and he hums contentedly as you run your fingertips through his soft chest hair again. 

Okay, girl. Just do it.

Gathering yourself, you take a deep breath, holding it for far too long before the words tumble out of you.

“I’ve really enjoyed this, Eddie. Not just, y’know, this, but also the tutoring, and getting to know you. Shit, I’m probably messing this up so bad. I guess what I’m trying to say is… and I don’t know how you’d feel about this, but… we could carry this on. Properly. If— you wanted to.” 

Eddie stares at you for a moment, before he stammers, 

“We— we could?”  

A goofy smile appears on his face.

Bolstered, you gather your nerve and continue,

“And… I could be more than just your tutor. If you wanted me to be?”

Eddie replies, with a little trepidation, 

“Are you serious? You’d wanna be more than, y’know, this?” 

He gesticulates over both of your pelvises.

“Yeah. I was thinking… Fuck, I hope this isn’t too much. Will you tell me if this is too much? I thought… If you like… I could even, maybe… be your girlfriend?”

Eddie inhales quickly and his chest puffs, you hope with joy, but fucking hell you hope you haven’t overstepped and it’s actually horror.

“If I’d like? Shit, I would absolutely like that. Very, very much...”

He brings one hand up to stroke the side of your head, and then runs it lightly down over your shoulder and the side of your arm. He places a firm, lingering kiss to your lips before pulling back, smiling.

You stare into each other’s eyes, the gravity of the moment not lost on either of you. The nervous pit in your stomach is completely dissolved by a warm, honeyed sensation, as you slowly process that Eddie said yes, and that you’ve just snagged yourself the cutest, sweetest, sexiest boyfriend ever. 

You lean in, capturing Eddie’s plush lips in another chaste but oh-so-meaningful kiss. He presses forward to kiss you back, relaxing and heaving out a low sigh before his lips quirk into a devious-looking smirk, failing to hide his mischievous tone as he asks,

“I do have one question. If you’re my girlfriend now, do I still have to wait a whole week before we can do this again?”

You snort at his silliness.

“No, Eddie, you definitely don’t. In fact, what are you doing this weekend? Would you like to come over to my place? I’ve got plenty of ideas for more lessons, and I’m sure there’s lots we can teach each other.”

Eddie growls playfully before enthusiastically agreeing, prying excitedly for details like dates and times and possible activities. Although he seems more than fine with your company, you don’t want to push things too far or outstay your welcome, so when you glance at his bedside clock and see that it’s already way past the time you’d usually leave you turn to him with a resigned huff.

Eddie responds, 

“It’s that time already?”

You give him a glum little nod, and he continues,

“Do you really have to go? I mean, couldn’t you stay a little longer? I’d really like that.”

Smiling, you nuzzle in closer to him. 

“I was kinda hoping you’d say that boyfriend.”

In a surprising display of both strength and newly-found confidence, Eddie pushes your shoulder and flips you onto your back, scattering the empty packets and bowls across the bed and onto the floor. His pretty curls frame his face and tickle your cheeks as he looms over you, and his burgeoning erection feels hot as he presses it into the crease of your thigh.

He leans down, and his beautiful nose brushes yours as he murmurs,

“You know these lessons you’re talking about, Princess. How about we start right now?”

You hum into the kiss he plants on your lips and roll your hips upwards into him, making him moan. But before this particular lesson can go any further, you’re both disturbed by the sounds of the trailer door loudly opening and closing, and the rustle of fabric as someone removes what sounds like a heavy coat.

You and Eddie freeze, eyes wide and locked on each other's. 

“Oh shit, it’s my uncle!”

You gasp, and then both frantically sit up and scramble off the bed to get dressed, nervously giggling and flinging each other’s clothing across the room.

You’re almost done, and in record time too. But as you bend to retrieve a sock, Eddie's treated to the sight of your skirt lifting, revealing your bare cunt, a little of his spend leaking out of you. He’s momentarily struck dumb, and his jaw drops. But another noise outside snaps him back to reality. Stuttering, he mumbles,

“You don’t have any… uh…”

He waves a hand in the vague direction of your lower half, his cheeks reddening as he remembers what he did earlier on with your panties.

“It’s okay, Eddie. After that first time, I thought it would probably be a good idea to keep some spares in my bag.”

Standing, you wink at him. He pulls a thick lock of hair over his cheek, embarrassed, screwing up his eyes and realising he’s been completely and utterly caught. He tries to apologise, his words clipped,

“Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn't have done that.”

“You know, from anyone else I’d have found it creepy, but from you I find it oddly flattering.”

He grins widely, and is just about to pull you into an embrace when there’s another noise, a gravelly voice this time, 

“Is this paper yours, son? You didn’t steal this from another kid again, did’ya?”

Eddie looks slightly bashful for a moment but there’s no time to dither. It's time to face whoever’s out there. Eddie opens his door and leaves first, beckoning you encouragingly to follow him. Standing in the narrow hallway by the kitchen, you come face to face with Eddie’s uncle for the first time. He’s clutching Eddie’s test paper, and his deep frown, grizzled features and broad frame cut an imposing figure. When he eyes the pair of you, you can’t help but feel a little nervous. 

Eddie speaks first, and addresses his uncle, a little sarcastically,

“Yes, that is indeed my test paper. And I’ll thank you for not looking quite so surprised.” 

The big man’s brows furrow a little deeper, and you can’t tell whether it’s with consternation or amusement, as his gaze flicks between the two of you. Eddie clears his throat and introduces Wayne to you, and tells his uncle your name. You think that’s it, until he straightens up a little, and with a confidence you weren’t expecting he slips an arm around your shoulders. He grips you tightly before adding, with a little nod, as if he’s practicing the words and still convincing himself, 

“And, uh, she’s my girlfriend.”

Oh. You like how it sounds coming from his lips.

Wayne’s forehead crinkles as his bushy eyebrows raise, but before you have time to worry his face splits into a wide grin. He extends a work-grizzled hand and shakes yours powerfully as he says, in a much lighter tone,

“Well, ain’t this the nicest news for this old soul to come home to. It’s a pleasure to meet you, darlin’.”

His voice is warm and kind, and you believe it. Looking between you and his nephew, Wayne adds,

“Do we have the pleasure of your company this evening? You caught us at a good time, I’ve just been huntin’n’gatherin’.”

He gestures towards the kitchen area. You see full bags piled onto the counter, mac’n’cheese boxes, eggs and a few vegetables peeking from the tops, and realise it’s a dinner invitation. You gape a couple of times, far from expecting this level of domestic intimacy, and Eddie seems to pick up on it and answers for the both of you.

“Not tonight. I’m gonna drop this lovely lady back home, and then I’ll come help you chop veggies, ‘kay?”

He sweeps an arm wide, directing you towards his front door, and you pad over to collect the rest of your belongings, careful when you bend so as not to reveal your lack of underwear to anyone who wasn’t expecting it. You clasp Eddie’s divine drawing to your chest, handling it with especial care. Behind you, you hear the two men mutter-whispering, Wayne speaking first.

“Is this the tutor girl you’ve been talking about non-stop these last few weeks? You finally asked her out, huh?”

You can hear the smile in Eddie’s voice as he responds,

“Keep your voice down, old man. Um, that’s not exactly how it happened, but yeah, that’s her.”

Eddie looks over to you with a fond smile on his face as you pick up your backpack, and he comes over to you and helps you with your shoes before you leave ahead of him. The last thing you hear before the door closes behind you both is Wayne speaking once more.

“Good for you, son. It’s about damn time!”

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Thank you so much for reading! (And for sticking with me through the longest update gap I think I’ve ever had, ILY 🙏💗) This completes our main ‘lessons’, but don’t fret - I have some more Extra Credits planned for these two 😉

If you liked this please, please like, comment and, especially, reblog - it’s the only way fics stay alive, and it means so much to writers to get your reactions and feedback, it’s what keeps us sharing our work 💗💋

“It’s that time already?” is a prompt from @promptsh20, it fitted so well with this section of the story I just had to include it 😊 The “It’s never been this good” lines are adapted from a film, the name of which I’ve now forgotten 🙈, and the “Do that again” was inspired by a Ryan Reynolds line in Green Lantern (if I can’t have him say it to me IRL I’m damn well gonna have Eddie do it in a fic 😛)

I proofed this as much as I could but my brain turned to mush, so if there are any errors or anyone grows an extra limb or something please tell me 🙏😅

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Robin burst into Steve’s house, unannounced yet again.

Robin: I thought you said Eddie was over here. Where is he?

Steve: He's up a tree reading to the birds.

Robin: No, seriously, where is he?

Steve: He's up a tree, reading to birds.

Robin: I think you're mixing up your expressions again, Steve.

He rolled his eyes, dragged her to the kitchen window, and opened it. He pointed at Eddie, who was, in fact, up a tree reading to a bunch of baby birds.

Steve: Like I said.

Robin: Why is he doing this?

Steve: *sigh* When he pulled in with his van, the mother bird was flying back to the nest at that moment, and he hit her. The mother didn't make it.

Robin: Aw. So, how long did it take him to stop crying?

Steve: Well, I thought it was going to be over in about ten minutes. I had managed to calm him down, but that's when he saw the babies. So, all in all, about an hour. According to him, we have responsibilities now, so he wanted you to know that we probably won't be able to get out as much.

Robin: Well, you always wanted kids.

Steve: I was thinking human children, Robin.

Robin: You win some, you lose some. Besides, that was never going to happen anyway.

Steve: I told you before that the bat bites did not give me the ability to get pregnant! Rabies, babies. . .you going to suggest scabies next?

Robin: What about Eddie? You definitely should get him to take a pregnancy test. The man is now chewing up food and spitting it into the birds' mouth.

Steve: Oh my god! . . . He's nesting!

[maddamoiselle]

Tied Souls

Pairing: Sylus x NonMC!Reader, Xavier x MC

Summary; You didn't think being a dragon would ever be a problem. And yet, with your childhood friend Sylus and yourself as the last hunted dragons, you wondered how you would be able to live.

Words: a. 4.300

Author's nonsense; I’m wondering, where you kissed better when you were sick? I hope you will enjoy this chapter, I do not know why I’m so attached to this story but I was so excited to write those scene today. Please, let’s enjoy the… feast!

<- Chapter II Chapter IV ->

You were perched on a tree, staring toward the city lights that were so far away from your home.

Philos.

You turned your head away, looking down toward the child that was trying to climb the tree, not caring that he was blind. He was panting , lifting his head toward the sound of your tail against the branches he could use to climb.

Little Mephisto…

You smiled, amused as you watched your… little human child trying to reach you. Since You and Sylus rescued the boy, a few months had passed by.

He had a smart mouth, always moaning when you wanted to sing something with your music box. The poor boy would shriek while blocking his ears, begging for you to stop.

Of course, as soon as you turned toward him, he would bore a mocking smile before running away, knowing you would chase after him to entertain him. You felt pride bloom in your chest when you realized that Mephisto wasn’t stumbling anymore against your treasures on the floor. The boy was used to being with you and Sylus, and he knew where every single piece of gold was.

Mephisto was getting used to being carried around when you and your dragon decided to move away for a while from your den. The first time you changed into your dragon form, he shouted in fear when he touched you, expecting your human form.

Sylus was also enjoying teasing the human. He would order Mephisto to go into a human village and come back with something useful.The boy would obey and would usually come back with food; and that’s how he discovered that nor you or Sylus ate food.

”What do you eat then?”

”Souls.”

You remembered Sylus had laughed as Mephisto dropped the food he had, his face turning pale a bit. You had chuckled before patting his head, reassuring him that you wouldn’t eat him. His soul wasn’t something you wished to eat.

Back to the present, you smiled when Mephisto finally managed to sit next to you, holding onto the branches before turning his face toward you with a big smile. You patted his back while observing his red eyes, incapable of seeing things anymore. He had told you it was intruders that had come into his house and murdered his parents that turned him blind…

But you could feel he wasn’t telling the whole story.

The little boy gave you some fruits he had in his pockets. Even if you couldn’t taste anything, you made a habit of eating what he was giving you. Even if, from your point of view, it was meaningless, it always seemed to bring a smile on the child’s face.

“So, how does a soul taste ?” Mephisto asked while chewing on his blueberry. You bite the fruit, looking toward the city lights once more.

” It’s an experience…I don’t think you could understand.” You mocked the boy fondly. How could he understand the taste of a soul… It was just like you, you don’t think you would ever understand the taste of food…

”Like you will never understand the notion of love?”

You snapped your head toward him, and you growled, without any real anger, when you saw his teasing smile. Sometimes, Mephisto could be as infuriating as Sylus…

You flicked his forehead, minding your claws, and smirked when he cried out.

”What! You said dragons can’t feel love.”

”I don’t know… That’s what Sylus told me.” You turned your head away, your tail hanging loose in the air, behind you. You always wondered how Sylus knew about this and not you. Your parents never said that to you… and yet, in the few memories you had, you remember your parents being… caring for each other..?

You frowned as your brain started to think about it.

You didn’t know what love was. You didn’t know how it felt like… You have read a lot of human books, always focusing on the ‘love’ part.

Being caring to each other, protecting each other, wishing to stay with your partner…

You were doing all of that with Sylus.

But you weren’t human. Maybe dragons do love, but in different ways? While a human would press their lips against their loved one, a dragon would.. bite..? How many times did Sylus chomped on your cheeks so you could turn your eyes on him…

How many times did you bit his finger when he was stroking your cheek because he looked so…

”I think of going into another village today.”

You turned your attention back to Mephisto, who was kicking his legs in the air. You tilted your head, your eyes glinting with suspicion.

” Why? Where?”

The boy laughed at your questions, his body dangerously tilting backward. Your tail was already ready to catch him if he were to fall, but he didn’t. He turned his face toward you with a happy smile.

”You’re really worried about me? I’m just going to the ruins of an old village, it is said it’s a place of desolation. No need to worry, I’m not scared.” He said before shouting in fear, holding onto you as the tree’s branch shook violently.

You turned your head toward Sylus, who landed on the tree, making sure the branches were shaking strongly as the boy clung to you, unsure of what was going on.

“Well, Mephisto, I thought you weren’t scared?” Sylus mocked, amused by the boy’s behavior. Mephisto shouted nonsense at the dragon, pointing toward his direction while keeping a strong grip on you.

After a few minutes, you both watched Mephisto climb down the tree. He turned toward you and waved before running off. You clumsily waved back at you, hearing Sylus laughed at you.

”He can’t see you, you know?”

You stuck your tongue to him, your tail slapping his back while he chuckled at you. When you couldn’t see Mephisto anymore, you turned your body toward Sylus with a serious face. He raised an eyebrow with a smirk, waiting for you to speak your mind.

”Sylus. Why can't dragons love?”

Sylus sighed before adjusting himself on the branch, his back leaning against the tree trunk. He looked toward the sky with a frown that made you smile. He almost looked like he was pouting, which made him … cute…

Cute..?

”Dragons… want to kill their loved ones. It’s about violence, about—“

Sylus stopped talking when he felt your lips on his cheek. His eyes widened when he felt your little fangs munching on his cheek. You were between his legs ,on all four, one hand on his chest, and the other was on his shoulder.

You were purring as you kept giving him gentle bites before letting his cheek go. He turned his eyes toward you, his mouth opened, but no words were coming out of it.

You chuckled, nuzzling against him.

” Was it violent..?” You asked him in a whisper that made him shiver. You looked up at him, staring at him, wanting his answers.

Sylus always told you he was a weapon. He was dangerous, a fighter, a killer. Even when you were training, you could feel he was holding himself back while you were jumping on him with all your strength.

But for you, even if he was a weapon, a fighter, and a killer, he was your protector, your most beloved person in the whole world. When he would cup your face with his hands dirty from someone else’s person’s blood, you would purr.

Focusing your attention back on Sylus, you went on his other cheek and bit on it, purring loudly against him. You felt his hands on your back, caressing your skin. You turned your face toward him, asking once again.

” Was it violent?”

” No.”

”Then your turn, show me what ‘violent’ is.”

Sylus chuckled at your demand before looking away for a second. Your eyes followed his face as he turned back toward you. His hand came closer to your neck, using the golden necklace he gave you as a leash as he tugged you close to his face.

”You want me to be violent?”

”Well, you say dragon’s love is violent. Then show me. How do you love?”

Sylus’s eyes shined as he stared at you. You let him do it, not understanding why he needed to watch your inner desire. You rolled your eyes at him, a soft smile on your lips before you felt his hand on your cheek.

You closed your eyes, sighing in bliss as you felt his skin against yours. You could feel his hesitation. It seemed like he didn’t trust himself while touching you.

Sylus’s hand creeped around your waist before pressing you against his body. You felt his tail intertwining with your own, squeezing it until you let a little gasp. You opened your eyes, falling into his ruby gaze.

His hand slid from your cheek toward your neck, to your collarbones and your shoulders. You blushed, the touching seemed… too intimate… and yet you craved it. His gaze was observing carefully. Each part of you, his hand, was caressing; his eyes were staring at it.

”How do I love…? I do not know, but what I’m sure is… I want to touch you… I want you in my arms, I want to bite you… softly and strongly…” He whispered, his hand brushing against your breast before touching your waist and belly. “Sometimes, I imagine that you were killed alongside your parents… and I can’t breathe.”

Your eyes widened with concern at his confession. You leaned toward him until your forehead bumped into his, making his eyes look up at you. He licked his lips, trying to find the will to share more of his thoughts.

”If you were to disappear… I don’t know what I would do with myself. That’s why…”

You grazed his lips, making him shudder. His claws dug into your skin in a comfortable way, making you wish he would stop trying to control himself. His breath was mixing with yours, both of your eyes locking into each other.

Your hands were on his shoulder, trying to have some kind of material anchor on this storm of feeling that was swirling inside you. You closed your eyes as you saw him approach your face.

“ I can’t love you.”

You felt him kiss the corner of your lips, making you turn your head toward his mouth. You tried to catch his lips with yours while he kept kissing your face, torturing you with the feeling of his lips on your skin but never on where you needed it the most.

”I must not love you.”

He whispered as he kissed your neck, his hand holding your hair up so he could nip at your skin, marking it with marks that were making you lightheaded. You felt feverish. Your whole body was burning with a need to…

To what?

“I must not crave you.”

You moaned as his teeth dug into your neck, making you arch instinctively against him. Your hand tugged his hair as he kept you against him, between his legs, caging you with his limbs.

“ I must not… I must not…” He almost begged to himself, trying not to lose himself in you.

” Sylus..” You breathed as his face dipped toward your cleverage. You moaned louder this time as he bit near your breast, your eyes getting teary with need. “ Sy—“

”Don’t… Don’t say my name like this…” He growled, facing you once more. You whined, staring at his eyes, which seemed so primal, feral, and wild… And yet, you didn't feel any fear. You just wanted more…

You approached your lips toward him, feeling elated where you saw him approaching too. You couldn’t wait, you needed to—

You both snapped toward the loud sound you heard. Sylus immediately put you behind him as his eyes scanned the area. You did the same thing and grabbed his shoulder when you saw smoke coming out of the old village, the one your father had destroyed the first time you went there as a kid.

“Sylus, Mephisto went there!” You urged him before jumping from the tree and transforming into your dragon form. You flew toward the smoke, hoping your little human was okay.

In less than two minutes, you landed on the ground, roaring at any threat. You snarled as a Wanderer was standing in front of you, moving like he was just a puppet whose limbs weren't completely his own.

Sylus dove toward it, crushing it into the ground. You looked around, freezing when you saw Mephisto’s unconscious body on the ground, not too far. You changed into your human form and ran toward him, making sure he was alive.

He had some cuts but nothing life threatening. You turned your face toward Sylus, who had already taken down the Wanderer. He then walked toward the two of you, lowering a wing so you could climb on him.

Once you were sitting on his back, you hugged Mephisto as he flew away from there. But as you looked at the ruins, you had to do a double check as you were sure you saw someone with a white uniform.

But as soon as you thought you saw it, it disappeared.

Once inside your den, you laid Mephisto on his bed, making sure his injuries didn’t get worse during the flight. You almost collapsed in relief when he opened his eyes, wincing in pain.

”It’s okay, it’s just us.”

Mephisto relaxed as soon as he heard your voice. You were still feeling hot, sweating from all those last emotions, but seeing the little boy’s face gave you some relief.

Unfortunately, the relief was brief.

Mephisto was sick for almost five days. He was burning, a strong fever you didn't know how to heal. You and Sylus never got sick. You didn't know how humans healed themselves.

You were cuddling the little human who he was shivering, his teeth chattering as he clung on you and the covers. You looked up at Sylus, concern written all over your face. Your dragon stared at the human before leaving the den with a powerful jump.

You stroke Mephisto’s sweaty forehead. What were you supposed to do..?

“ Mephisto, look at me. You’re going to be okay… What do you need?” You whispered against his soaked hair. The boy opened his eyes, delirious from the fever, he didn't recognize you.

”Mom… ? Kiss it better…” He voiced softly. Your eyes fell on him, watching as his eyes closed once more.

A kiss could heal?

You kissed his forehead gently. You kept your lips against his skin until his body relaxed completely. You tilted your head, staring at the sleeping boy.

Did it work?

You snapped your head toward the den’s entrance. You stood up and stared as Sylus came in, holding a human by the throat. You frowned before the poor man was pushed inside the den by your dragon.

”He is a doctor.”

Your eyes widened before looking at the man who seemed horrified to be near two dragons. Your tail wagged in frustration, but what other choice did you have? You crouched in front of the man, your eyes shining with promise of threats if the man didn’t do his job.

”If the boy dies… You’ll be able to apologize to him in the afterlife.”

The man nodded furiously before walking toward Mephisto. He had needles and other tools you couldn’t understand. As you started to growled when you saw him looking at Mephisto’s eyes, he turned toward you, shaking.

”I’m sorry but… W-would you mind leaving me alone with the patient?”

You almost snarled, your body feeling so hot you felt like you needed to take it on someone. And if that so-called doctor thought you would let Mephisto alone with him, he was very wrong.

But Sylus held your wrist with his hand, staring at the doctor.

”Don’t worry. If he fails and runs away, I’ll just go for his family. Right, doctor?”

The doctor nodded. You could almost feel his soul shaking with fear, but before you could say anything, Sylus tugged you out of the den, flying to your usual spot.

As you both landed, you couldn’t stop moving. you were feeling so hot, you felt reckless… You were sweating so much. Did you catch Mephisto’s illness?

”Calm down.”

You growled at Sylus, daring him to say another word. He seemed shocked, but soon an amused smile appeared on his lips. He walked toward you, staring at your tail that was moving behind you in an agitated way.

”Are you angry? Want to work out a bit?”

You didn’t even wait before rushing toward him, your fist hitting him in the jaw. He stumbled back with a proud smile before coming for you.

You were using your legs, your fist, fangs… You couldn’t even feel his hits on you as your whole body was burning. You felt like it was harder and harder to breathe. Your vision was starting to get dizzy…

You fell on the floor, your back hitting the ground as you whined. Sylus immediately went to your side before freezing. You shook your head from side to side, trying to clear the fog from your mind.

”Sy-Sylus..”

You couldn’t see, but Sylus was staring at you like you were his prey. His parents had explained how a dragon could change depending on their age. He was older than you, not being more experienced, but he had more knowledge than you on certain subjects. After all, he knew a dragon would kill his most beloved.

But right now, he knew what was happening to you.

You were having your first heat.

He swallowed loudly, his body frozen. He needed to bring you somewhere safe. He needed to get away from you. He needed to make sure nobody would try to come to you.

Yet, his body stayed where he was.

He watched as your back arched, your claws digging in the mud under you, panting hardly as you asked for him again and again and again and again…

He shook his head, tearing his eyes from your body.

” S-sylus… It hurts…”

He closed his eyes, his body leaning toward you until his forehead touched your belly. Your body relaxed a bit as you felt him against you. He whispered against your skin, his claws digging in the ground, trying to keep himself sane.

Dragons couldn’t taste, and yet how he wished he could eat you up…

” Where… Where does it hurt… Tell me, I’m here…” he breathed hardly. He needed to protect you. He was your only ally… He couldn’t let himself be swayed by your sweet whimpers… If there were another dragon, maybe you wouldn’t call for him.

”Here… It hurts here…”

Sylus opened his eyes and looked as you moved your hand against your lower belly. He nodded slightly. What could help you ? What could he do? He wasn’t even sure he would be able to tear himself off you.

” What do you want me to do?”

”Kiss it better…”

Sylus growled darkly, his claws tearing into the ground under you. He shook his head, trying so desperately to hang on to his sanity. Were you doing this on purpose? Were you torturing him on purpose?

”You.. You aren’t thinking clearly… If another dragon was here…You..” He bit his lips, not being able to voice his thoughts out. He didn’t want to think about another dragon seeing you in this state? He didn’t want to imagine you choosing someone else than him.

”I would choose you…Always..” You cried out as another sharp pain echoed in your belly. You couldn’t see Sylus’s face as he kept his forehead against your belly. Was he disgusted by you? Was your current state pathetic for him?

You always carry yourself with pride and power, but right now, imagining that Sylus looked at you with pity or disgust made you whimper. You could feel fat hot tears dripping from your eyes.

”You… You don’t have to stay… I’ll be okay alone…”

You almost moaned when Sylus kissed your belly, his growl resonated inside your guts. You felt his fangs graze your skin as he whispered a question.

”Do you want me to…kiss the pain away?”

You gasped when he caught his gaze. You closed your eyes, nodding shyly. You didn’t truly understand what was happening to your body, but you trusted Sylus to make it all better.

”Don’t hesitate to hit me if I hurt you.” He said before kissing your belly in multiple places. Your body arched, your delirious mind wishing for something else. You opened your eyes to see Sylus laying flat on the ground between your legs, giving kisses and bites on your stomach.

Your hands trembled as they reached for his horns. He looked up at you as you pushed him slowly lower and lower…

Sylus’s eyes widened, letting you place him where you needed him. He was growling, his fangs bared as he tried to control himself. His claws dug into your thighs, trying not to dive between your legs to lap at the scent that was coming from you.

” K-Kiss it better…” you begged, your chest heaving with want and need. “ Sylus… Please…”

He closed his eyes, trying to keep his eyes from rolling back in his skull. You would indeed be the one to kill. He was sure of that. He wasn’t even sure he would be able to function with his tongue on you.

He leaned toward your clothes, ripping it without meaning to.

Fuck, he was losing his sanity.

He looked at his hands shaking as he gripped your thighs once more. He could control himself. He knew he could, he would, he…

You gasped as you felt his tongue against your soaked slit. Your eyes rolled back as your legs caged his head between his thighs. You tightened your grip on his horns as he growled louder as he tasted you for the first time.

Dragon couldn’t taste anything, yet Sylus felt like he was blessed to feel your taste on his tongue.He didn’t truly know how to bring you pleasure, yet his body moved by itself, controlled by instincts. You were putting a spell on him with your cries, your tastes, your body…

How would he be able to live without you?

You kept calling for his name as he thrust his tongue inside you. You arched your back as you felt his tail wrapped itself around your waist, bringing you closer to his starving mouth.

Your body was shaking from the pleasure you were feeling. How could you feel so good? How come you didn’t know such pleasure existed? You could hear Sylus growled as his mouth never left your most intimate part.

Your hips started to rock against his mouth, making Sylus purred, encouraging you to keep using him for your pleasure. You blindly reached for his hand that was on your thighs and squeezed it hard. All those feelings were scary…but then, you felt Sylus grabbed your hand and squeezed back.

You closed your eyes with a happy smile before moaning again. No matter what, no matter how deep Sylus was lost to his instincts, he would always be aware when you needed reassuring.

You felt something coming from inside your lower belly. You tried to push Sylus away, not completely sure what was going on. You felt like you were going to pee, and there was no way you would live the embarrassment.

But to your surprise, Sylus nipped at your fingers, his lips and chin soaked with your juices that he tried to capture with his tongue.

”Don’t… Please…Don’t take this away from me…” He breathed, his pupils dilated as he stared at you with desperation before diving back between your legs.

You didn’t know you could make such a scream as you came on his face. Your whole body tensed, your body arched as Sylus kept his grip on you, like a prey he didn’t want to escape.

Your back fell against the ground once more, your ears ringing so loudly you couldn’t hear what Sylus was saying. You panted as your dragon crawled on you, making sure you were okay.

You gave him a blissful smile that made him shake his head with a fond smile. You would have been embarrassed to death if you cared enough when you saw his soaked chin and lips. You would have been mortified if you were not still buzzing from the aftershock of your orgsam when you saw him wipe his chin with his hand before sucking it clean.

Sylus stared at you, stroking your cheek as you closed your eyes. He could feel his cock straining against his trousers but it didn’t matter. You were sated, you were happy and you were asking for his arms around you.

You were purring loudly, which made Sylus chuckled as he purred in a deeper voice. You felt so happy and sated that you nuzzled against him, like a thank you.

You didn’t feel like you were a walking flame anymore , you felt… better… Even if your instincts were telling you there was more that could be done, you were happy enough with what happened.

Sylus stroked you back, watching your tail wagging behind you with an amused smile. You could be so cute… Who would have guessed such a terrible dragon like yourself could turn into such an adorable kitten in those moments…

As you both laid there, his strong arms wrapped your body, and you both had one thought.

I’m scared to realize I love you.

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[revelboo]

Can we see some more TFP Shockers????

Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶��

Point of Extinction Pt 20

TFP Shockwave x Reader

• Leaning back when he just grabs a fistful of food and tries to shove it in your face, you catch his wrist in self defense. Because this is his new obsession. Trying to coax you into letting him hand feed you like you’re a stray he found and you wonder what’s going on in that pointy head of his. And he rumbles unhappily, but opens his servos, antenna flicking as you pick out a much more manageable bite from his hand and pop it into your mouth. Dealing with him makes you feel like you’re playing chess where only he knows the rules and he’s not sharing them. “I can feed myself, you know.”

• “I’m aware,” he growls, watching you select small bites from the handful of food he’s offering you, the fact that you’re letting him feed you settling warm inside him. Even as his spike stirs behind his modesty panel. “You’re distracting.” And you glance at him, those fascinating eyes wary as you chew. Hasn’t gotten much work done lately, his experiments falling behind in favor of spending time with you. Knows logically he should eliminate the problem or at least limit his time spent with you and he’s unwilling to do either. You’re his.

• How are you distracting? He’s the one who keeps demanding he replenish your nanites and if he wasn’t so painfully blunt, you’d think he was messing with you. Romance apparently a foreign language to him and his cannon is sliding against your hip to make you want to groan. How can he be horny all the time? Bracing a hand on his thigh, you shift yourself into his lap and he freezes. Servos trembling slightly and sprinkling dry cereal all over you both. “Let’s talk. You know, get to know each other?”

• “I know Thirteen. Intimately,” he growls, dropping your strange human kibble to slide his hand under your loose covering to palm skin. And you grab his wrist with both hands to make his antenna flatten back. Venting as you twist and frown up at him, he wonders if this is a part of human courting. “Talk,” he mutters reluctantly.

• Pulling his palm away from you and aware that you’re only able to because he allows it, you use the tail of your oversized shirt to wipe crumbs off of his hand. And he just stares at you, antenna flicking. Maybe knowing you’re stalling because you have no idea what to actually say to him. “Any family?” You try and he immediately growls ‘not yet’ while his spike releases and pressurizes against your hip. Ignoring it as he rumbles, you force a smile. “Well, I have family. No siblings, but lots of cousins,” you try and his hand’s on the move, sliding under your shirt to cup you, a servo petting. Breath hitching as you squirm when he presses that servo inside you, part of you is tempted to say screw it and let him have his way. “Do you want anything from me but sex?” You demand in frustration and he hesitates, chassis bumping you and nearly knocking you out of his lap when he tries to lean forward and he snarls in frustration. ‘I want everything,’ he growls. ‘All of you.’

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[seat-safety-switch]

If there's one thing I hate, and I think we can all agree on this, it's slow drivers. Folks, I'm just trying to get where I'm going. Why are you wasting my time, sitting in my lane, holding me up? If you don't know where you're going, just pull over and phone someone who does.

Have you been feeling like you have too much optimism and faith in the course of our civilization lately? It's probably because you haven't been driving much. After just five minutes driving in a straight line, you'll turn into a regressive, psychotic crank like the rest of the commuting rabble.

Recently, I was forced to walk places for a little bit. It's not my fault: blame whoever at Plymouth in the 1970s decided that cars need oil. And batteries. And engines without a hole in the block. Round tires. Functioning starters. A windshield that's not covered in "parking violator" shame stickers and impound receipts. Really, it's amazing that any of my several dozen Malaise Era sedans have ever run. Be that as it may, I needed some food from the grocery store, and so I had to walk there on my own.

Now, I've walked a pretty good distance before, usually because one of my cars broke down and I had to go home to get another. This is the first time when I've had to walk away from my house. I found the journey somewhat exciting, as soon as I got over the anxiety of not being surrounded at all times by a two-ton steel-and-rust cage. When I got there, I picked up my two-litre of Pepsi and my four-litre of milk, and turned around to head home. On the way back, I saw something amazing.

An enormous traffic jam had formed in my neighbourhood, thanks to two SUVs making kissy-face at the highway on-ramp. If this had happened while I was in my car, I would have been stuck here with the rest of them, swearing at their idiocy while keeping an eye on my water temp gauge. Instead, I was able to walk past the vast quantity of stranded traffic, and pick up the barely-leaking 12-volt car battery that had been ejected from the shattered mass of one of the cute utes. At road speed, I never would have noticed this. On foot? I was noticing all kinds of sweet garbage stuck in the gutters from various low- and high-speed crashes.

It took a little bit of rearrangement of my load in order to carry all this heavy, awkward junk all the way home, but I got there. That evening, after dinner, my Volare had a working starter battery again, courtesy of the Hyundai Whatever that had given its life attempting a low-speed merge into a Hyundai Somethingelse. That wayward battery was now ready to be devoured by whatever rat-chewed wire kept sparking against the floor whenever my fifty year old shitbox was parked in one spot for too long. I was ready to rejoin the commuting masses.

Did I learn anything from my momentary experience as a member of the human race, instead of the rat one? Yes. I probably should buy some shoes, because boy do my feet hurt.

[r0-boat]

Happy Father's Day

Here is more peepaw Solomon Father AU.

Whb! Solomon x child! Reader (platonic)

Reader is of related to Solomon whether They are directly related or timey whimy bullshit where he takes care of his descendant It's up to you!! Just enjoy single dad Solomon! And your seven doting mothers uncles.

SFW

Solomon awakes from a familiar shrill cry in the night, he looks out his window and when he sees nothing but stars he sighs rubbing his tired eyes.

Solomon has faced angels has seen the seven kingdoms of Hell, He has seen the good and the bad and the very ugly of all three worlds. As well as travel across continents. None could prepare him for his most greatest task...

Half asleep half awake He drags his feet over to your room. A roomy nursery surrounded by luxurious gifts from friendly angels and devils alike. And in the crib made out of solid gold and luxurious silks there you were instead of sleeping with your horned cat plushie you wept.

His heart aches as he scoops you up into his arms. "Shhh child... I'm here Papa's here... Did you have a nightmare my sweet?" He coos bouncing you and himself up and down a hand padding out back as he cuddles his head into your chubby little cheeks. Despite his soothing Your cries did not quell.

"are you perhaps hungry?" He mutters to you as if you have the capability of responding.

"or maybe it's your diaper?" Solomon lets out a tired sigh. "Perhaps it is time to make a call..."

As if on cue his pact mark glows with the mark of Asmodeus. He appears behind him not so much as a hello I see scoops you from your father's arms holding you as if he has done this a hundred times. "There there little one you're better father is here.~" Asmodeus coos before shooting a little smirk at your fuming father.

Solomon resisting to urge to deck the narcissist He pinches the bridge of his nose. Usually with devils he's very calm and cordial but tonight and from days of lack of sleep from your screaming His temper is on a shorter fuse.

"Just- you know why I called you..."

Asmodeus rocking you in his arms puts a hand on his chest "ouch~ is that how you react to your darling Asmodeus?"

His swaying and humming lulls the child to sleep before resting you in you're golden crib.

He turns to the purple-haired human with it toothy grin "My babysitting doesn't come cheap you know~."

With a stern look Asmodeus backs off... For now. "Anyways my dear, if you ever need help then babysitting I could take the little one off your hands. Oh how I do miss having a babe in my arms. Do get some sleep.. you'll be needing a rest from the next time I see you. " He gives him a dark chuckle and as quick as he came he left.

Using a little amulet an artifact that it costed him almost his life to get, and spent years of his life to make. You are able to safely being hell and in heaven. The red and gold shiny pendant made you want to grab and chew on it which Solomon constantly stopped you from doing afraid it might break.

Human children do not grow a magical immunity until 18. So any human under the age will not survive long and hell and cannot take in devil's energy. Because of that devils have never seen a human child let alone a human baby. And oh how popular you became... Solomon had to cradle you protectively with a fake smile turning down every devil in hell that wished to hold you and ask questions and give you treats he had no idea what was in.

He trusts Mammon the most. His chefs are entirely trained, somehow with human children in mind. But even with the king of greed, he still has to watch out, as when his back is turned, family second, Mammon tries to give you luxurious foods like caviar, a delicacy, but something you definitely could not have.

"What good is something so cute, small and fragile if I cannot spoil?" Mammon huffed and frustration.

"Friend you've spoiled them enough... He was spoiled them enough for thousands of years!" Solomon chuckles.

"ha! A mere minute of a devil's lifetime!"

Satan was far too dangerous to babysit a child even though he desperately wanted to but you are far too young, But it is nice to have support perhaps when you get older you can visit.

He has never seen Leviathan to be so... Afraid of something so small and tiny. He smiled mischievously as he gave You to Leviathan and the devil just freezed. Leviathan still has no idea what to do with this child However he'd come to find out that under his care he has become fiercely protective So much so he has baby proof to the entire Castle. The look Leviathan gives anyone that makes you laugh and something they will see in their nightmares. Oh how his old prickly friend hates when every time you see him you cry. But it is deserved...

Beel surprisingly is very good with kids, Solomon has noted. Every time you babble coherent nonsense he just responds and talks to you back. Beelzebub is still unsure why you like him so much But maybe he can't see how much you love trying to push him in a swing. Or when He plays with your baby toys with you.

Lucifer says he cares very little for his child but the amount of fruit baskets and free formula and diapers he a sent is far too many to be simply a "humble gift"

Now that he thinks about it the only devil who hasn't taken to you well is Belphegor... Who has said and he quotes "Nah children are annoying... They cry and scream and all they do is poop and sleep."

But his subordinates however... Cannot seem to say no when they're forced into playtime....

Is that...? Huh It seems that Belphegor isn't immune to your puppy dog eyes either. As they locked eyes He saw the most amazing site of Beleth and Belphegor and tiny glittery plastic outfits at a table.

[usagi-lilac]

Beelzebub isn't dumb

Whenever I see an assumption that Beel is less intelligent than his brothers, I get frustrated.

If you read into his dialogue and look into his devilgram, you find out that he was once a royal guard in the celestial realm. He was trained to protect the lives of others so thoroughly that he's able to function blindfolded due to the training drills he once did. He doesn't lift weights to look big, or for his own appearance, but so that he's able to be confident in his ability to protect the ones he loves against any possible danger.

He is by far the most emotionally intelligent. This man was born with the ability to literally feel the emotions of his twin. Intimately experiencing the emotions of another person is something that is ingrained within him. It's not so much of a stretch for him to apply that same empathy to other demons and people.

Did you notice that he never once mentions how MC is human and not a demon, he never makes any sort of remark that could make you feel outcast or different? Did you notice that he's the first to genuinely talk to MC about Lilith, Belphegor and the pain of loss?

Yes, his dialogue is often simple and centered around food. But the sin he was assigned is by far the most painful. Imagine how you'd act when you haven't eaten for an entire day. For a week. The hunger consumes. It turns to anger and irritability. Survival instinct kicks in. A gnawing, nagging ache inside your core that barely leaves behind any mental energy.

This perpetual void is also why Beelzebub takes everything at face value, and won't catch on to social nuance. Deciphering social cues and passive aggressive interactions takes energy that this demon simply does not have.

So no, Beel isn't stupid. He's candid and honest, and whatever he's thinking pops right out of his mouth. He's an absolute meatball who chews holes in furniture and doesn't catch on to things the fastest, but he's doing his best to deal with the literal hell he's been handed.

[cheralith]

— urge.

feat. isagi yoichi (with michael kaiser) || wc: 3.0k cw: gn!reader, no pronouns used, non-canon au, dark content/dead dove do not eat: cannibal!isagi, cannibal!kaiser, gore, blood, body horror, descriptions of cannibalism a/n: au is lowk a mix of tokyo ghoul and beastars im ngl

THE URGE: Shortened from "the urge to feast", a strong compulsion felt by cannibals who have previously feasted on human flesh to consume it once more either to satisfy a craving or feel the effects of human flesh again.

It pains him. How easily he’s able to gaze upon regular food like it’s nothing. 

And it should be nothing to him. It isn’t a delicacy. It’s just a regular ham sandwich with potato chips—a lunch served at even an elementary level. A child can make this. But for some reason, when Isagi stares at the piece of meat and vegetables wedged between the sourdough, he feels like he doesn’t deserve it. 

After all, the blood from earlier is still ghosting his tongue. Such a taste would be hard to overcome with just a regular sandwich. He swallows, feeling the ghost of a chunk of flesh run down his throat. 

His stomach growls, twisting from the emptiness consumed in the past day and a half, but still. He refuses to move, not when he understands that his mouth doesn’t naturally salivate at the sight of food in front of him. Literal food. Something is wrong.

“It won’t kill you,” you mutter, watching how warbly Isagi’s eyes and lips get as he continues to stare at the sandwich placed before him. “But what will is your hunger. You need to eat.”

“I don’t think I should…” he whispers. Shame wallows down upon his body, restricting him from moving. His stomach angrily rumbles again, a high-pitched whine.

“You can still eat regular food normally,” you sigh and cross your arms. “You should anyway, it’ll suppress the urge. If you keep your stomach empty, the more powerful it’ll become.”

His stomach gurgles again unpleasantly, begging for the food in front of him despite all odds he places against himself. A shaky breath draws from chapped lips, eyes closing as he picks up the sandwich and takes a hesitant bite out of it. Slow chews draw the familiar bland taste of the bread mixed with the sauces and meat, lettuce crunching all too softly.

It feels too easy to bite through. The bread is too airy; spongy. The crunch of the lettuce is too quiet; it’s not as splitting and shattering as bone. Isagi’s jaw ticks. He shivers. 

It doesn’t feel like the chewy flesh from the salaryman he had feasted upon, his fatty tissue feeling like the most tender of meats when Isagi had torn himself a piece from his skin, spitting out the suit’s fabric and chewing heartily on the skin amidst the heat of the moment, his mind separated from his body that acted on pure instinct. How the intestines had started to spill from how much he ate from the fleshy part of the belly, unravelling themselves from the caverns of the body.

He remembers the slickness of blood coating his mouth, the metallic tang spreading across his palette, along with the odd sweetness of skin—a malt flavor he had never tasted until now, bits of skin stuck between his teeth.

At least his stomach has stopped twisting itself, satiated from the nourishment. But it doesn’t cease the craving. Something is still missing.

“Feeling better?” you inquire as Isagi gulps down his cup of water. 

He sighs as he puts his cup down, wiping his mouth. The water is too thin; it just barely manages to quench his thirst. “Yeah. I think.”

“Interesting,” you murmur whilst pulling out your notebook from your lab coat. You untuck your pen from your ear, scribbling something down. 

He blinks, confused. “Wh-what’s interesting?” he asks worriedly when he sees your pen moving violently. 

You snap your notebook shut, tucking it back into its designated pocket and looking straight at him, a curious glaze over your eyes. 

“You sure you don’t feel anything? Like not even a compulsion?” you ask again.

Isagi pauses, then shakes his head. His mouth still feels dry and he feels full, but not content. Like a mild itch that has yet to be scratched. 

“That’s funny,” you state while tilting your head and point at the now crumb-littered plate. “Because that sandwich you ate wasn’t ham. It was sliced human flesh. Specifically from a teenager’s chest.”

Isagi’s face draws a blank look. Time pauses for a moment for him to digest your words. 

Human… flesh? But, he doesn’t feel as replete as he did when he devoured the man in the alleyway. He doesn’t feel the rush of euphoria, nor the constant salivation to prepare his mouth for more. 

Then, Isagi shouts a swear, scrambling up from his seat and clutches his mouth in horror. It still feels dry, but he can’t risk it. Heavy breaths come and go, a poor attempt to calm him down from the feat he had just done.

“You—!” he points an accusatory finger at you, anger and betrayal on his half-hidden face, tears pricking his eyes. “You tricked me! You said—you said you would help me stop the craving. Why the fuck would you—”

“Do you feel the urge?” you ask suddenly, cutting him off, with your face as calm as ever despite his antics. 

Isagi’s gaze captures your own, your eyes boring into him, clearly analyzing every movement he does. “What?” 

“I said,” you roll up your sleeves, showing off your fresh, unmarked skin off to him. Isagi yelps and closes his eyes, fearing that he’d feel the horrible rush of dopamine that he felt two days ago when he sunk his teeth into the arm of the salaryman. “Do you feel the urge?”

“Please don’t—!” he gasps, desperate and ashamed of what may come.

“Isagi,” you call for him again, more sternly. “Open your eyes and look at me. Do you feel the urge?”

A furious shake of his head makes the blood rush to his head, eyes still glued shut. He wails aloud again, nails embedding themselves into his cheek, his hand being a make-shift muzzle. “I don’t want to hurt y-you!” 

“Isagi!” you bellow. “You need to calm down! Just tell me if you—”

“Cover your arms!” he howls again, his other hand going to clutch his hair. “Before I do something bad!” 

He can hear the clicking of your shoes and smell your perfume as you come closer to him and snatch his arms away from himself, unsheathing his layer of protection. He doesn’t even realize tears are beginning to spill from him until you force him to look up at you, your brows furrowed in frustration.

“Get ahold of yourself,” you state once more, your voice bellowing itself in the clinic’s office. “Ground yourself properly. Then tell me if you actually feel the urge to eat flesh again. You’re being hysterical.”

Shallow breaths run through him, slowing his heartbeat and his mind from all the thoughts of the future that ruptured his consciousness temporarily. He stares incredulously at you, your frustrated countenance making him quiver before you suddenly, feeling small despite his physicalities surpassing yours by miles. He hears the hum of the air conditioner once again, the ringing in his ears suddenly gone, as well as the wind of the ceiling fan and the scent of cleaning products of the clinic.

His pupils dilate, mind returning back to its original awareness once more of where he is. Isagi swallows again, feeling his mouth still dry and devoid of moisture. He glances up at you and at your bare arms, not feeling any sort of desire to latch his teeth onto them despite how tender they looked. 

“You good?” you ask, gripping his arms still. 

A staccato of short, but steady breaths run through his lips. Isagi purses them, then nods slowly, a slight hiccup managing to slip its way through. You sigh, carefully letting go his arms and letting himself gather back up again on the counter, the panic dissolving away as you roll back down the fabric of your lab coat’s sleeve. 

“What you ate,” you start, putting his dishes into the sink and facing him, “was the flesh of a dead human. We give those to people in rehab because the blood has thinned and isn’t as fresh, so you couldn’t feel the fullness of its effects, meaning you’re still at a stage where you can control and not be dependent on it.”

You turn back to him, Isagi fidgeting a little in his seat. “Will I eventually go back to normal then if I learn to control it? Like, not craving flesh, I mean… and just craving regular food like a hamburger,” he states. 

An apt pause runs through the clinic. Isagi looks at you, waiting patiently for your response in anticipation that this hellhole he got himself into has a way out.

Your gaze softens at him, apologetic. Isagi stiffens at your reaction. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, “but once you’ve gotten a taste of human flesh, it’s impossible to go back to living like a regular human.”

His heart drops, his chest icy as if it just plunged itself into deep water. His vision hazes a bit as he digests your words, or at least attempts to. 

You shuffle your cold hands into your pockets, leaning against the countertop. 

“Humans are on the highest level of the food pyramid—ultimately meaning human meat is of utmost quality and is desired the most. Society just happens to have this contract that we aren’t allowed to each other to uphold a peace,” you sigh and roll the tension out of your neck, noticing Isagi’s petrified stare, a stare you’ve grown rather accustomed to from patients like him over the years. They’ll ask if there’s a possibility of normalcy, you’ll say no, and comes the realization that they’ve turned into nothing but monsters. 

“Those who break it, the ones that give into the urge and eat another person,” your eyes flicker to him. “They’re viewed as taboo not only by society, but to themselves. They’ll torture themselves over it, succumbing to madness, which compels the urge to rise back up again. And the cycle repeats.”

Isagi is motionless, still struck by shock at the fact that one impulsive move had led to his entire downfall as a human being—a title that he no longer has the permission of bearing because he’s no longer human, not when he did such a beastly act to another. Not when he feasted upon that poor salaryman like a rabid, starved animal depleted of substance. 

He had looked like one at the time of discovery of his crime. Blood dripping down his chin, crimson staining his teeth, his canines bared. The dead salaryman before him, chunks of his skin ripped off in places where Isagi’s teeth had ripped from his body to eat, to consume, euphoria filling his brain with each chew and swallow. His hands were gripping onto the body so harshly, just in case it got away, despite the beating of the salaryman’s heart stopping minutes earlier. 

You let him take a chance to speak, but when Isagi fixates his gaze to the wooden countertop again, eyes wide and watery, you sigh once more. 

“But that’s where you come in,” you tap on the counter, grabbing his attention at last. “That’s why I wanted you to be my guinea pig for drugs I’m prototyping to help cannibals like you, even thought I’m not one. To stop whatever urges may come before they get worse.” 

Isagi pauses, replaying the memory of you asking the officers to release him on behalf of your pharmaceutical company, that you “helped rehabilitate” people like him. He could barely digest anything outside his jail cell from the time, still barely conscious from the act he had done earlier, but he picked up that much and trusted you instantly when you extended the first kind hand he had gotten since being thrown into the cell.

“My name’s (Y/N). I’m a pharmaceutical scientist from the nearby university,” you had said to him. “I’m here to help you, if you’ll let me.”

“I agreed to be helped,” Isagi starts, a low mutter in his voice. “Not be a test subject.”

You open your mouth to interject, but the door opens suddenly, making you and Isagi pause in your tracks as a blonde stranger walks in in a somewhat straggled manner. 

He’s tall, at least six feet, and wearing red pants with a black button-down that seems to be stained with something, a dark patch in the clothes. His hair chopped into a mullet, dipped in striking blue at its ends. But perhaps the most prominent thing about him was that on his left side of his neck reveals a blue rose tattoo with a black vine running down its arm and leading to a crown tattoo on the back of his hand. Isagi’s eyes narrow at his rather flashy appearance. 

He breathes heavily, a stain of red that matches his eyeliner that frames around sharpened azure eyes that aim towards you painting at the side of his lips.

“Micha?” you question in surprise as the man hobbles toward you. “What’s going on?”

“I ran out—” he heaves dryly, eye twitching, a quick flash of scarlet wavering in and out of his blue hues. “I ran out of vials… shit, do you have any on you?” 

Isagi watches as he pulls out a long, but empty tube flickered with red spots inside of it from his pants pocket. Blood, he suspects. 

“I…” you stagger back, whipping your head around to look for something. “No, I haven’t had time to prepare you a fresh batch yet, you went through them that quick?” 

The man mutters a swear, fisting the vial in his tattooed hand so tightly that Isagi thinks it’ll shatter within it. “Fuck… fuck! Hurry up and prepare me one then! Everything fucking hurts!”

“I don’t have my kit on me,” you say in a gentle attempt to calm him down. “We have some spare frozen fingers the mortuary gave us, will that help?” 

Isagi can see visibly now as the man draws clearer that he’s salivating—a harsh pool of saliva building up in his mouth that he seems to be swallowing every second. 

“No, no I don’t want flesh, I just want blood,” he groans out, Isagi’s presence still unnoticed by him. The man stumbles into the back of the countertop, slamming himself onto it in imbalance. 

Your brows pinch, trying to find a solution to his pain before understanding that there was nothing before you to use. Instead, you pull down the collar of your shirt, where Isagi can see the faint bite marks and scars ridden leftover on your skin. He has to stop himself from reacting. 

“We agreed only for emergencies…” you warn slowly to the man, whose pupils dilate at the sight of your open neck. “Just take what you need for now. You almost drained me la—”

The man snarls and suddenly lurches forward, his teeth baring and latching themselves onto your neck, sinking them so deeply it breaks skin and draws a river of blood down your body, staining your clothes and lab coat a ribbon of red. An extreme howl of pain rips itself from your lips from the impact, your body going limp from the pressure and rapid blood loss as the man licks at the drawn red rapidly, desperately. 

He manages to catch and grasp you before you can fall to the floor, situating you in his arms and moaning at the taste of your raw blood with bits of your flesh that he laps up, eyes flickering madly with red the more he consumes of you.

Isagi stills, just watching the sight unfold before him and not knowing what to do. Clearly you knew him, so he didn’t have to call for help, and had even offered your skin to him, but you look to be in so much pain from the twisted look on your face and the way that you grapple onto him, it worries Isagi. He just merely watches in shock as the man continues feasting, blood dripping onto the floor from your arm, until you let out a cry for him to slow down. 

The man’s eyes suddenly draw towards him, hooded and narrowed, like he was questioning why Isagi was here, but he says nothing and continues to lick at your blood—all the while still maintaining eye contact with Isagi.

The latter can only stare back in a hard gaze, wanting to tell him off and let you go, but as soon as his courage worked itself up, the man detaches himself from your neck, mouth rimmed with ruby. He licks his lips, clearly satisfied, with the blue settling back into his irises. 

A soft groan whispers itself from you, and you weakly fall forward with your eyes closed in the remnants of pain. The man grips you again in his hold, his tattooed hand running up and down your back as if to soothe you—as though he just didn’t commit one of humanity’s most notorious crimes right in front of a witness. 

“Thanks,” he mutters softly into your hair. 

“Anytime,” you heave, defeated. Your eyes crack open and they focus back on Isagi in a tired manner, making him stiff up again at your attention. “Sorry Isagi… let me just clean myself up really quick and I’ll… get back to you.”

He can only nod in silence and widened eyes, questioning what on earth had just unfolded in front of him right now and what to do about it considering he just did witness what could be defined as a feasting right in front of him… even though the man didn’t actually take any flesh from you, just blood. 

You cover up the bite mark with your blood-vined hand and tell Isagi you’ll be right back, with the man helping you hobble your way to the back of the clinic. Just before you and him go behind the door, however, the man throws him another suspicious look from over his shoulder, as if to send some sort of warning message. 

Isagi can only return it back in what he hopes to be equal fervor, brows furrowing and eyes hardened. 

The man’s lips tilt up into a steady smirk. Then, he disappears behind the door with you, leaving Isagi alone with his thoughts.

He reels his gaze back to where you and him stood before Isagi, against the back countertop. Isagi’s eyes narrow, however, when he sees the dropped vial from earlier sitting limply on the floor. 

Next to it, a small puddle of blood. 

Isagi draws a breath, staring at it and its rich color and how strangely enigmatic it was. Isagi gulps, a wetness pouring over his tongue suddenly.

He licks his lips, eye twitching.

a/n: prequel with kaiser: compulsions

[bbyg4rl]

I wanted to say thank you for answering my question so quickly and kindly but I was also curious if you'd be willing to write anything about JJ with a reader that has an eating disorder. I know ed's are a very sensitive topic to a lot of people so if you aren't comfortable with it I 100% understand. I used to have an ed that I still often struggle with, something like anorexia but never fully anorexic if that makes sense but that's why I was asking. So if you are comfortable with it I'd love a concept/thought thing about it that's completely fine too. ALSO. JJ is very kiss me thru the phone by soulja boy and Sammie codded

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You sat on the counter, knees pulled to your chest, hoodie sleeves covering your hands. The granola bar sat unopened beside you.

JJ didn’t say anything at first. Just walked over, peeled it open, and broke off a piece like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Open,” he said quietly, like he was asking, not telling.

You hesitated, but he waited—patient, soft-eyed. So you did.

He slipped the piece past your lips like he’d done it a thousand times, like he wanted to. And when you chewed, he gave you the faintest smile, eyes never leaving yours.

“See?” he murmured. “Still human. Still loved. Still here.”

Another bite. And another.

He didn’t rush you. Didn’t count the pieces or comment on how little you’d eaten that day. He just fed you, slowly, gently, like it wasn’t about food at all—but about care.

“You don’t have to do it alone,” he whispered, brushing a crumb from your lip.

And when you leaned into his chest afterward, stomach full—not of food, but of safety—you believed him. He didn’t offer you a lecture or a plate of food you couldn’t look at. Just opened his arms and let you fold into him.

Just a little. Just enough.

read more concepts here !

as someone whos always had struggles with anorexia, this one is so personal to me, ive had a draft dealing w this since i started this page in jan and i havent been able to finish it yet, but heres a lil blurb, which isnt fiction rly bc i was lucky enough to have someone in my life who helped me walk thru that hell path, my dms and my asks are always open for you love ❤️‍🩹 this isnt something you have to deal with alone and ill always listen no matter how irrational or stupid or constricting it may feel. you're always loved. remember that ❤️‍🩹

also yes jj is very kiss me thru the phone coded