#BUT HES A GLUTTON SO HES NOT JUST GONNA GO SO FAR AS TO LET THEM GO!!!

[fandomfloozy]

Hozier confirming that Too Sweet was a contender for the Gluttony Circle only for the tiktok girlies to still misconstrue the song as a REJECTION of its subject is honestly gonna be my villain origin story

[luffysscraps]

How they eat~

Drabble;🔞;Fem reader;Ft;Luffy;Zoro;Sanji;Ace;Sabo;Law;Kid

Luffy devours you~

-“Shi shi shi~ come’re~”

Gruff hands grab at your thighs and pull you down causing your legs to dangle off the bed. In no time his head is deep in between your legs. He looks up at you and gives you a cute, angelic smile before his slimy tongue slips out of his mouth. In an instant his mouth is against your folds, nose deep on the ridge of your clit while his tongue plunges deep into your gummy walls. His hunger is ravenous. He inhales through his nose while his mouth is busy, not once lifting his head to take away take from his meal. Lots of slurping, sucking, and gulping when he’s eating out your pussy. His arms squeeze around your torso tightly, not allowing you to move an inch. “Stoppp squirming~ ‘m hungryyy~” He came to eat and that’s exactly what he’s gonna do. He’s not letting you go until you cum at least three times on his tongue. Even then his hunger knows no bound, he’ll go until he’s locked jaw and his boxers are soiled with his own cum.

You just taste so good. He can’t get enough~

Zoro’s a fucking tease~

-“Feel good don’t it~? Sounds like it does~”

Zoro speaks in between long, wet, licks. His meaty tongue sinks in between your folds ever so slightly and starts out quick, but once he comes up to your clit he takes his time. Painstakingly so. Short and spaced out licks land on your bundle of nerves and then when you least expect it he’ll dive straight in and start sucking on it intensely. His large hands hold your thighs in place so you can’t squirm away while you lull out in pleasure. He moves away from your clit and extends his tongue as far as he can into your pussy, it swirls around collecting and sucking up your juices. You’re almost to your limit and Zoro knows it. So he pulls away, a trail of your juice and his saliva connecting his tongue to your pussy “Hmm tasty~” He’ll chuckle and look at you with an all knowing smirk. “What… where you about to cum..? Hmm I’ll just have to go back in for seconds then~”

He loves to edge you with just his tongue~

Sanji savors his meal~

-“Thank you for the meal, Mon amour~”

Soft, slow, and gentle kitten licks and kisses trail gently down your stomach until they reach your soaking core. He inhales your scent, softly groaning at the delicacy as his thumbs gently pull apart your folds. His tongue laps at your juices softly, taking in the wetness on his taste buds and imprinting your taste into his mind. He loves it. It’s unlike anything he’s ever tasted and he’s infatuated with your cunt juice. But he’s not a glutton; he takes his time eating you out. Small licks, gentle sucks on your clit, and takes in mouthful after mouthful of your pussy slowly. If you end up cumming he takes his time using his tongue to clean you up and drink up his reward.

You’re just so divine, he has to savor you~

Ace gets pussy drunk~

-“Hmm~ I need ya sugar~ com’ere”

Ace often wakes up with a need to taste you. He’s already under the covers and between your thighs. He lazily scrapes your panties to the side before diving in. His tongue roughly and wildly scraps against your entrance a few times before he parts your folds plunging his face in between your pussy lips. Ace practically melts on your cunt; his tongue curling and twisting inside your entrance, a thumb lazily flicking your clit, and his other hand begins to palm himself through his boxers. “Mmm~ So good~” He can’t help but moan into your pussy at the taste of you. He laps up your juices with lewd and loud slurps, sucks, and licks. He buries himself in between your thighs lulling on your cunt like a lollipop, your juices soaking into his taste buds like a delicious sweet. After you reach your climax all over his tongue he greedily dives back in for another round. He just can’t stop, no matter how sensitive you are.

He craves your pussy

Sabo’s a freak~

-“Sit on my face.”

Without much of an explanation, Sabo’s arms wrap around your waist and brings your body down and clit on to the ridge of his nose. No hovering; He holds your waist down tightly to his mouth. You can feel his short breathes against your clit and while a large smile forms against your pussy lips. He simply watches your pussy from this angle for a while. His hands not letting go of you and you can’t move an inch. Without warning he pulls you down farther, smothering his face in between your cunt. The pleasure hits you like a rocket and you aren’t sure if he can even breathe anymore. He’s sure having his fill, his tongue goes wild against your pussy, licking, sucking and frantically slurping up your juices. He doesn’t let you move from off of him, in fact his fingers sink deep into your waist lightly scratching you as a warning. He rocks his head against your cunt, giving your clit stimulation from his nose rubbing against it. Because of his wildness you feel yourself squirt as you reach your climax. Sabo smirks allowing you to lift off of him just a little bit as your juices soak his face. You’re beyond embarrassed but the blonde just stares up at you with a knowing smile as he licks his damp lips and face. “Delicious~”

What more can he say? He just gets a little feral when he gets to taste your juices~

Law plays with his food~

- “You want more than just my tongue don’t you~? Such a naughty pussy.~”

Right there. In between the ‘D’ and ‘H’ in the word ‘Death’ tattooed on his fingers. Spells none other than ‘eat’, and boy do his fingers know how to devour he has two fingers knuckle deep inside of your cunt, twirling around and tapping along your gummy walls. Every now and again he’ll pull them out with a lewd ‘pop’ and give them a soft gentle lick. “Hmm~ you’re sweeter than usual today~”. He’s such a dirty talker. He thrusts his fingers back in without any warning causing you to squirm a little. “Stay still.” He commands giving your bottom a smack. While his fingers thrust into you, he bends over and gives your clit some attention with his tongue. Lightly sucking on it and rolling it around his tongue. you can feel the small, cold metal piercing clink against your clit which adds to the pleasure. Your juices taste delicious against his tongue and his fingers and tongue switch places. Now his fingers are rubbing circles in your clit while his tongue thrusts in and out of you; drinking up your juices with nothing but primal urge. It doesn’t take long before you cum undone onto his tongue in which he drinks it all up, softly pulling away once he’s satisfied. He even goes so far as to lap up the rest of your juices on his finger and pops it in his mouth.

He knows how to work his fingers; from his devil fruit to the bedroom~

Eustass Kidd loves to bring you to tears

-“What? Can’t take anymore slut~? Isn’t this what you wanted~?”

As obnoxious as Kidd is, he sure knows how to get you to scream out on his tongue. He smirks deviously as his tongue edges in and out of your walls. He’s holding you down onto his face while his hands grip your bottom. His hands practically claw and dig into the side of your ass, not allowing you to get away from him. “ ‘s too much? Slow down? You beg and whine for it all day but can’t take it~?” Kidd laughs as his overstimulation and frantic tongue practically brings you to tears. You’ve already came three times and he won’t let you go, the pleasure is too much; You’ll know to think twice before asking him to do anything for you. “Too bad. I’m enjoying myself now~” He chuckles into your pussy before going back in. Your hands claw at his legs for dear mercy but the pain only drives him further. He sucks at your labia before plunging his tongue inside of you and thrusting wildly as if it was his cock. Even as you cum for the fourth time in an hour he shows no signs of stopping, even licking your hyper sensitive clit as you cum and scream out his name.

He just loves to make you scream on his tongue~

Cum back post <3

[queenimmadolla]

Maybe could you write a dad Eddie x reader fic where penny wants to have a baby of her own so she can be a mom like reader

You were cuddled up to Eddie’s side on the couch, your toddler playing with her toys on the floor and your newborn curled in your arms, his face nuzzled against your bare breast as he nursed.

  The TV was on, but you and Eddie had long forgone your horror and dark fantasy movies for child friendly films and shows like Sesame Street, which was currently displayed on the screen. It was far from your favorite thing to watch, for either of you, your daughter was entranced with reruns of the show, and had a special love for Kermit and Elmo.

  “I’m telling you, there is no way they’re just roommates.” Eddie remarked with a scoff, during the Bert and Ernie segment.

  “They so are! I mean, the romantic tension is obviously present but neither has acted on it yet. Ernie’s too oblivious to do anything about it, probably thinks it’s only one-sided, and if Ernie’s not showing his interest, Bert’s not gonna make a move.” You countered, sinking further into Eddie’s side. His arm was around your shoulders, hand stroking along your forearm before latching onto his son’s tiny sock covered toes and giving them a gentle wiggle to which baby Wayne curled his feet further into his body, depriving his father of access to his toes. It didn’t distract the little glutton from the task at hand, your baby just mouthed a little at your nipple, head moving around until it was in place before latching once more.

  Eddie chuckled at that, watching with affection as his baby continued to stare up at you with wide eyes while he nursed, before his gaze moved back to the characters in question.

  “Sweetheart, they are clearly in a domestic partnership, they’ve just grown very comfortable around each other. We don’t need to see their affection to know they’re in a relationship.”

  “They sleep in separate beds, Eds.”

  “Okay, you got me there.”

  Penny chose then to get up from the floor, rushing over with the baby doll you’d gotten for her when you’d told her you were pregnant. She leaned against Eddie’s leg, resting her head on his thigh and letting him stroke over her curls before she pushed herself up and held the doll out to you.

  “Is that your baby doll?” You asked, assuming she was trying to show it off and she nodded, continuing to extend it and you realized she was trying to give it to you.

  “Hew you go, mama.”

  You made sure your actual baby was secure against you, glancing down to meet his unwavering stare as he ate, satisfied grunts sounding from him every so often, before you took the doll into your free hand, “Oh, you want me to hold…her?”

  You didn’t know what gender it was supposed to be, you’d heard Penny change it constantly.

  “Uh huh!” She nodded, grabbing onto Eddie’s knee and using it to sway back and forth. Sounded simple enough, you could play along, “She’s hungwy.”

  “You want to hand me her bottle then?” You could see the toy baby bottle, it had come included with, on the floor where Penny had previously been playing.

  “No, you has to feed the babies.” Penny released her dad’s knee to poke at her chest with both index fingers. “Fom wight hew.”

  You could hear and feel Eddie choke beside you, trying to muffle his laughter as you realized your toddler wanted you to breastfeed her doll.

  “Oh. Um.” You tried to think of a way to get out of it, casting Eddie a glare when you caught sight of his wide smirk from your peripheral vision. “Brother is eating right now.”

  “Udda one.” She pointed at your freed up, covered boob rather than the one your son’s wispy curl covered head was blocking for her.

  Damn it, Penny was beginning to become too self aware.

  Reluctantly, and very awkwardly, you held the baby doll’s plastic head against your other breast as Eddie literally started shaking against you. He might as well have just laughed outright with all the wheezing he was doing. Even Penny was casting him a few side-eyes.

  You turned your head towards him, eyes narrowing as Eddie continued to try to muffle his amusement behind a fist, face turning red with his effort but not even his fist was large enough to conceal the grin at your expense.

  Penny, however, looked like the cat who got the cream, happy you were once again complying with her demands. 

  You thought you’d be able to put the doll down once she went back to the toys, no luck, she’d apparently come over with the intention of watching you ‘feed’ her baby. So for like seven entire awkward minutes, you held the doll to your boob, its plastic face pressed against it, while she stared at you and Eddie suffocated on his amusement. The reason he didn’t just openly laugh at you was because he knew Penny would get mad at him. He could tell this wasn’t a game to her and if he laughed at something she didn’t intend to be funny, he’d have an angry toddler on his hands.

  Then you’d be the one laughing. 

  Mercifully, Penny eventually grew bored of watching you and reached up for the doll, which you were all too happy to give back. “You want to burp her?”

  The answer to that was no. Penny adjusted the baby doll in her hands until its face was smashed to her chest. It was half her size, but her motive was clear as she beamed up at you.

  She was imitating you.

  “Look! I A MAMA, LIKE MAMA!”

[doublebellyman]

Big Boy, Short Story

A short story featuring a fat man getting fatter at the hands of a relentless feeder. Written so the reader can select their gender of choice for the feeder.

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His bloated reflection completely filled the medicine cabinet mirror so he didn’t see them stealthily sneaking up from behind, that is until they delivered a thunderous slap to his left butt cheek, sending ripples and shockwaves through the two hundred pounds of soft jiggly fat he’d added to his already fat form since moving in just two short years ago. “Didn’t see me coming did you Big Boy? But I just couldn’t resist those juicy round cheeks of yours … when you moved in you carried all your tonnage in your belly but now you’re just massive all over … and I mean ALL OVER … here let me give my blubbery boyfriend a quick tour …”

At that, they reached their arms as far as they could around the vast circumference of his belly (“love this belly, we’ll need to measure this today to see if you’re over six feet around yet”). Then they shifted their hands to his swollen stretch marked moobs (“oh babe, your tits have just gotten so massive … I swear they’re bigger now than that old 400-pound girlfriend of yours and she what, a triple J cup?”).

By then moaning at their soft touch against his sensitive nipples, they moved on to his broad fat-encrusted shoulders and his meaty upper arms that hid any muscle tone he once may have possessed.

And then they moved their hands downward, asking him “do you realize that your front boobs now reach all the around so you now have back boobs too? They’re so delicious but I think I like your massive love handles even more, the way they reach around front and join with your giant saggy bottom roll … you know if you put on another fifty pounds that thing is gonna completely cover your knees!”

“That feels SO good,” he finally spoke. “I know it does Tubby and I just love playing with all your rolls and folds and bulges, and the way it gives you pleasure!”

“Please keep it up,” he pleaded.

They giggled— “you mean my massage or my endless feedings or the incredible sex, what do you want me to keep up Fatty? TELL ME!”

“ALL OF IT!”

“Very well, your wish is my command, Your Lardship … now turn around and let me work on that saggy baggy belly a bit more. But first, wait here a second …”

They stepped away and returned bearing a silver tray with a half dozen extra large chocolate eclairs stacked high.

The fat boyfriend’s eyes bulged at the sight and his cock instantly grew rigid under his panniculus, the one they mentioned was hanging precariously close to his knees.

“I love you baby — I was so hungry!”

“When aren’t you hungry?”

“Good point, I suppose.”

“Don’t worry Two Ton, these will all be in your belly soon enough, now open up wide!”

They proffer the first eclair and he takes a giant bite with chocolate icing and vanilla custard smearing his lips, cheeks, and chins.

“You can’t believe how much it turns me on to see you eat like this — you’re such fat mess! Now kiss me Fatty and let me taste all that chocolate and custard goodness … you’re so delicious and I can literally see you getting fatter in front of me!”

“I can feel it making me fatter, so keep shoving ‘em in —I want, no I NEED for you to make me the fat man I’ve always dreamed of being!”

“Here goes then Big Boy — now pretend you’re going down on me and suck the custard out of this bad boy … let me see you use your tongue then suck it all out Fatty …that’s so sexy I’m actually getting wet, Oh God … now grab the remains with both hands and cram it all in your mouth at once … and here’s another … now grab your rolls with your chocolate-covered hands and give them a big shake while I feed you eclair #4 … that’s it my messy Piggy … now let me lick that mess of your belly before I stuff the last two in you!”

“But Baby, I’m full and fit to burst …”

“Are you telling me that my gluttonous boyfriend can’t polish off a mere half dozen eclairs?”

#5 was down in two giant bites and #6 in three, as they caressed his tight swollen upper belly and played with his super soft lower belly and panniculus.

“You’re just such an obedient feeder, doing whatever your feeder orders … now lift that underbelly for me and let it drop … again (she squeeled with delight) … now shake your hips and let it sway back and forth for a few times …”

“Babe, I hate to interrupt but I really gotta sit down …”

“OK, you’re just so pathetically out of shape … just a total blimp … but let’s get you on the scale first and see if you’ve reached your two year goal … “

He gingerly balances his bulk on the bathroom scale hoping it won’t break in half after his latest gains at the hands of his relentless feeder.

Not able to see the result over the crest of his enormously curved upper belly, he impatiently asks “so?”

With a huge smile on their face they deliver a playful slap to his ridiculously protruding belly, again sending ripples and waves throughout … “my Rotund Romeo, we need to buy you a new scale ‘cause you maxed this 500-pound model out! … I’m thinking we need to get you an industrial thousand pound capacity model — what do you think Lardo?”

He just smiled and asked “can you fix me breakfast now?”

“I’m so happy your hunger has returned so quickly!”

Patting his belly for emphasis and giving his bottom roll another good shake, he responded “I’ll definitely need the thousand pound model if I spend two more years living with you!”

“Oh you’re definitely up for it my big blubbery Butter Ball!”

[eldritch-spouse]

Trying to hang out and catch up with your demon girlfriends, but the owner of the ice cream place you go to keeps butting into your conversation.

" Oh God, he's coming this way again, isn't he? " You murmur, having avoided eye contact with the weird glutton just in that nick of time where it wouldn't be seen as rude.

One of your friends snorts, then harshly elbows the succubus next to her. " Go on, get him busy. We need to have a talk. "

" Owwie... Okay, you owe me. " The mid-ranker in question groans, then gets up with a big bright smile befitting of a model. She puffs her cheeks and adjusts her sizeable breasts behind her scant dress before getting up and immediately making a b-line for Berle. You would feel bad for her, if not for the fact that you know she truly enjoys being a nuisance whenever possible.

" That should buy us time. " The demoness twice your size chuffs. She claps a hand on your shoulder and practically drags you forward on the table. " Listen up pipsqueak, you know who that is? "

" Well, I- " You stammer. " I know he's kind of a celebrity around here... "

" Kind of?! " The smaller of your friend hisses like you've disappointed her. " That right there is Vorticia's youngest son! "

Your eyes widen like dinner plates. " The Queen Vorticia's son? "

" ... 'S kinda cute he has a puppy crush on you. " The sloth currently busy with a bowl of chocolate ice cream mumbles.

" Cute?! " The tallest one growls. " No way! Having royalty after you is fucked up, man! "

She blinks, that poor brain trying to catch up. " H- Huh? Whaddya mean? "

" Think about it, idiot. Infernal royalty aren't people you simply refuse. Take our King for example, everyone's shaking in their boots wondering if a war will start with every minor disagreement... "

Your hands shake slightly on the table. " But- But that's madness. Why would he want anything with me? I'm not even... I'm just a nobody. "

" Yeah right?! So what the fuck does he want to do with you- " You know better than to answer when she pokes her big index against your chest. " Nothing good, that's what! "

" O- Okay. " She's your friend, you trust her judgement about demon royalty.

" You need to show him you're not here to be fucked with! Harden up, do a bitch face, like this- " She puffs like a wild boar and makes a truly terrifying snarl of an expression, gums showing and eyes blazing with malice. It makes you shudder.

In turn, you can only weirdly strain a grimace. It makes you feel like a clown, and judging by her cheeks now puffing with laughter, it's not working very well. " Pfff- Okay, gonna need some work, but I'm confident. Maybe. "

She's swatted by the tiny woman next to you. " You think that's going to stop him, seriously? What we need is strategy. She's hopeless on her own! "

" Thanks- "

" Oh yeah?! What's your big idea? "

" Guys- " The sloth tries to speak around a mouthful of chocolate. " We all took the cockblock oath, chill. "

A chorus of "We did"s follows.

" Right? So, let's just keep being cockblockers. "

" What- To a prince?! I know she's a demon magnet, but come on, even we have limits! "

" Well- I think we're doing okay so far. " She points a spoonful of ice cream out into the distance.

Your succubus friend is firmly wrapped around Berle, one hand toying with his right horn and the other insistently trying to weasel under his apron while she talks his ears off and the young glutton tries desperately to keep up. He looks frantic, glancing around frequently as if having lost track of something.

Your wrathful friend forces your chin her way before your eyes can meet the prince's again.

" You're never coming here without us all, okay? "

[celestialsun888]

Watching You.

@celestialsun888

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Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader

Genre: smut/ dark romance [18+ MDNI]

Word Count: 2.9k

Synopsis: Some Written from his POV! Simon wonders how you're doing since you two have split and your refusal to speak to him makes him take matters into his own hands.

★ TW: HEAVY DUB CON, STALKING AND OBSESSION! SO PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION! Vulgar language, degradation, forced submission/sex, size kink (ofc), Knife AND gun play, Voyeurism? He gets off to you without you knowing, possession, slight marking, He's really sadistic fr, Primal x Prey (kinda…), Rough sex, humiliation, shoe grinding, YOU vibes ong, ITALICS ARE INNER MONOLOGUE (Let me know if I’ve missed any!)

✒ Authors Note: I've had this on my mind, like he seems so scary and brooding but I wrote him genuinely psychotic and very obsessive. So please take the TWs seriously! This is also barely proof read.... so sorry if there are mistakes!

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❥ Simon's POV

Look at you. Getting your usual coffee before you head to work, sweetly, innocently, saying hello to strangers. I can tell from the cup it’s your usual: vanilla chai tea latte, extra vanilla. Sweet. Sweet like you. So sweet to everyone, but me… Refusing to see me since our breakup, cutting off any and all ties with me. God you are so devilishly cruel.

Standing far enough to go unnoticed, you watched her, sipping your own drink to blend in, meshing with the busy city. Your all black outfit concealed you even more, simply just a passing shadow. You leaned against the brick wall across the street from where she walked, eyes devouring her precious frame. Every morning the same, her routine burned into your mind. Such an accursed pleasure to look forward to each day. Just watching her. Such a detestable indulgence.

7:43 am.

She floated through the busy streets of downtown, occasionally checking the time to make sure she was on schedule.

You chose to wear loose slacks today. Interesting. But that top, mmm. You groan to yourself. That top hugging your body like that. Can you wear that to work? Showing off your plump breasts, cleavage spilling out…you're such a filthy little girl. Who are you dressing for if not me? … It should be me.

You took another sip of your drink, squirming slightly from the perverted and sadistic thoughts that filled your already tainted mind. As she started to walk out of your field of vision, you started to walk with her, slightly slower than her pace. Walking carefully on the opposite side of the street, suppressing your demeanor slightly to adapt to the regular civilians. Broad and tall frame slipping through waves of people, eyes penetrating her as your gaze shifted above them. As you catch up, she stops in front of an older woman.

7:47 am.

You're reading their expressions, a little too far to accurately read their lips.

God, her lips. So soft and plump, the way they felt when she would tease me, sticking her tongue into my mouth. My cock slipping in between her precious lips, watching my cum glissglade out of her mouth. Being so sloppy and sinful. The same lips that let beautiful, gluttonous moans slip from them, my sweet princess, calling out my name. ‘Simon…fuck me just like that..’ Dripping with defiled innocence, just for me. Fuck.

You tried to remain focused on her currently, though, the temptations of the past, the time you two had spent together, drove you mad. Sentiments of arousal making its throughout your body, trying your best to contain the consequences of your demented perversion. You never thought that your love for her would slip so deeply into obsession, the budding feelings growing even while she was yours. But when she left, you realized that no one can have her if it's not you. Even if she hated you, even if she went on to marry someone else, she would never get rid of you. Not until you said so.

7:53 am.

You’re gonna be late doll. C’mon hurry up.

She continued on, you not caring what the silly interaction was about, her pace fervently making up for lost time.

7:57 am.

She anxiously enters the large building where she worked, disappearing behind the sliding glass doors. Just in time.

You made your way back to your car, planning out time until she was done. Waiting to see her again.

You pulled out your phone, clicking on your photo albums eventually settling on one that said: ‘her’. Scrolling through pictures upon pictures of your twisted obsession. Her at the gym. Her walking to and from work. Pictures of her sleeping, barely any clothes on. Her through her balcony window. Her from her closet. She consumed your thoughts as your hand unbuckled your pants, slowly palming your throbbing length through your underwear.

So precious, so divine.

Your lips wet from your tongue trailing over them, biting your lower lip to strain against the urges of indecency. Your fingers stop on a video of you brooding over her as she sleeps, touching yourself hearing her gentle breath rise and fall as you stand there in the dark. Wanting so bad to moan, almost even begging her to catch you in such a vile and horrendous act.

Your hands start stroking your thick shaft, already hard from your lewd fantasies.

Oh, my sweet angel. Why do you want to leave me like this? A needy mess, only having remnants of videos and pictures of you? How you manage to get me so excited I'm unsure, maybe just knowing you have forgotten about me, yet I still cum moaning out for you, fills me with pleasure. Maybe I enjoy the thought of scaring you as you catch me whoring myself out just for you.

Thoughts consumed with thick and prevalent perversion. You edge closer to your orgasm. Scanning over pictures and videos of her, innocent or not, as you pump harder and harder. You love your depravity. How she does nothing, yet every part of her being fucks you up. You start to become careless, bucking your hips up, car shifting slightly from the weight of your frame. Your head falling back in the crux of the head seat, spreading your thighs, preparing for your orgasm. Your balls tighten and your vision blurs as you cum: thick ropes of semen painting over your seat, phone catching drips of your release as you continue to stroke yourself through it, milking out every drop. Your cock twitched and throbbed as you wiped your stained hand on your pants, chest falling deeply allowing time for your foggy thoughts to lift.

“Fuck…” you moan exasperated.

Your thoughts swirled as you tucked your sensitive dick back into your fouled pants. And then, you thought, something so sick and demented.

I have to make her mine.

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❥ Y/N POV

You slipped off your shoes right as you entered your apartment. You gave a large stretch before throwing your keys onto the kitchen island and flicking on the lights.

What a day.

You trailed to your room as you let out a defeated sigh, eager to cuddle up in bed and release the tension from the day. Reaching for the handle you notice your door ever so slightly open.

I could’ve sworn I shut it tight this morning?

Perhaps it was a simple slip up? You chucked it up to human error but you still steadily walked into your room. There was a presence that felt…odd? Not normal? You clicked on the light, illuminating your space, scanning over it to see if anything was out of place. Everything seems fine.

Suppressing your feelings of irrational thought you began to strip, undressing from your work clothes. Inching your slacks down your thighs and having them fall to the ground revealing your bare ass, nicely adorned with skimpy panties. You lifted your shirt over your head, nipples hardening through your matching bra from the colder draft. As your shirt falls to the floor, awaiting to be picked up and placed away, you hear the wooden floor creak. You halt.

You felt the rug that rested against your toes burn into you. You didn’t move. There is no way your floor boards would creak as you barely moved on the rug, centered in your room. The tension in your chest encouraged your heart rate to speed up, your chest feeling like it couldn't contain your heartbeats. Nervousness washed over you as you turned to your closet, slightly ajar. The silence was so loud, ears picking up dead air. You held your breath as you inched towards it as calmly as possible. You jerk the door open to find nothing.

Oh my gosh what the fuck is with me?

A relief sets over you as you step back, still refusing to look away from it, just in case. Your clumsy footing however, causes you to catch on your clothes that piled on the floor. Falling on your back, you recoil to sit up enough to set your eyes back on your closet. Just in case.

“Stupid clothes,” you murmur to the air. That's when you feel it. The presence. Something staring into you, intensely watching you.

It's been watching you.

Your mouth slightly hangs open as you let out shaky breaths. You turn to your bed that stood to the right of you, aligned perfectly to see underneath. Past the slightly disheveled comforter you see the whites of eyes staring at you through the darkness. Pitch black pupils matching the mysterious ambiance. A heavier breath escapes from the abyss.

Startled, you scramble towards the wall across from the darkness as the eyes start to come from under the bed. The skull mask covering the figures face, all except those hollow eyes.

“S-simon,” you sputter, “W-hat are you doing here?” Your voice growing more anxious and scared. His big frame arched from under the bed as he crawled towards you. His eyes never parting from you.

You reached your arm along the wall you were backed into, reaching desperately for the door handle for both escape and support in standing, your fear tempting to paralyze you. Thick calloused hands snatched at your ankles, dragging you to him, fingertips just missing the door. His dark and evil gaze lighting up as he traced over your half naked body.

“Shhhh, shhh, angel” He cooed detestably, sinking his body into yours, “Let's make this as easy as possible.” You fought against his sick advances. Pushing your fingers into his face as he tried to kiss you, legs trapped over his thighs as he sat on his knees. Your back bowing from being so much smaller than him. You tried to bring in your knees to cut off his access to you but his bearish arms held you in place. Your weak protests offer no solace from him.

“Simon!” you yelp petrified, “Why!? Why are you doing this!?” His eyes showed no remorse for his actions. His hand trailed roughly over your body, scraping innocence off of you as he went. Your body continued to squirm getting away from his grasp a little, almost as if he let you. You finally broke free, crawling back to the door as he drew you in again, this time not holding you down. He slams the door shut and locks it. Knowing that getting away would take longer, knowing that he would be able to get to you sooner.

“Behave!” His voice thick and callous. You refused to listen, tears streaming from your eyes as you were dragged into him once more. Body feeling the hard floor grate against your back. His hefty palm gripped your face, nearly engulfing it completely. His other hand reached to his hip pulling out his loaded hand gun. Placing it under your chin, the cold steel meets with your soft, warm skin. Salty streams continued to sprinkle from your eyes, his face drawing into yours. Your cries and pleads meaning absolutely nothing to him. His breath hot on your cheek as his thick tongue came to meet your bitter tears, licking them away sadistically. His gun digging more into your jaw.

“Oh baby, you sweet sweet angel,” You wince at his words, “be good for me, take it. Nice and easy and we won't have a problem.” He glances at the gun and back at you.

"Don't make me hurt you sweetheart." He shakes the weapon disturbingly. He slowly moves the gun down your chest making circles along the way, trailing to your tummy, the loaded gun flirting with you.

His pants already bulging from the rush of adrenaline, he teases his gun onto your pussy, edging it over your panties. Wetness dampening the barrel.

"Your a dirty bitch. You like me playing with your cunt like this?" You try and squirm away again from his harassment. You see him place his gun back on his hip, snickering to himself. Using both hands to lift you from the ground with him he grabs the hair at the nape of your neck, fingers tugging it violently. His body blocking any form of escape from him. You reach for your head, trying to ease the firm grasp he has on you. He forces you towards the bed, burying you into it. Ass facing him, tippy toes barely touching the ground. His heavy hand continues to push you into the mattress, you hear a pocket knife flip open.

"P-lease.." you try and convey through mousy sobs.

The cold metal dragging along your thighs causes you to shudder in fear. The tip of his blade gently applies pressure to the skin of your ass.

“Should I mark you as mine, princess?” His tone was mockingly threatening. “A nice little S.R. right here. Letting everyone know that you once, and will always be mine.” His knife drawing circles around the designated spot, teasing the soft, untainted skin. Your muffled cries seep into the mattress, fearing he would follow through. His hand, tangled in your hair, pulls you up. Ass meeting his crotch vigorously, forcing your neck to tilt back for him, his eyes watching over you. Your innocent eyes were stained with despair. He continued his sadistic taunting, grazing his knife up the front of your hips, watching your tummy undulate from your heavy breathing. You didn't know if begging him to stop would edge him to actually do it so you kept your mouth shut.

“Pretty, pretty girl.” He sighed into your neck. Teeth biting into your flesh, eyes watching his hand guide the knife along you from over your shoulder. The blade stopped at the band of your underwear, teasing the fabric with the sharp tip. You felt him buck his hips into you, slowly grinding his erection into your ass. Sick fuck.

Stringing along fucked up phrases that made you feel him more and more, harder and harder. You could tell his teasing wanted relief, he was getting desperate to fuck you.

"Why Simon, why...why are you doing this?" You plead, hoping some form of humanity would come back to him.

"Oh, my love, you taunt me, watching you act like I no longer exist to you. I just needed to remind you how fucking real this is. I haven't been able to stop thinking about your lewd body, fucking my hand, just thinking about you, isn't good enough anymore." His knife grazing lightly over your clothed clit, tapping the blade over your sensitive lips. He inched it back to your waist band, irritating the gentle fabric.

“Slutty fuckin’ girl. I need to be inside you.” His knife cutting the fabric to your panties. Your bare cunt exposed. The knife shifted in his hand now resting within his pinky, ring and middle fingers allowing for his index and thumb to be free. He rubbed his index finger along your slit, feeling the heat pool, your wetness glistening on his digit. The pleasure he gave to you didnt last long as he saw you were wet enough.

He placed his knife away grabbing your hips, forcing you to bend over for him. Tear stained cheeks buried in the covers. The sound of his zipper coming undone made you whimper, you knew he was going to be rough with you. Even when you two dated he was hard to take and it usually took a while for him to prep you. You knew he was going to be unrelenting.

“Fuck” he exclaimed salaciously as he slammed his fat cock into you, feeling his half opened pants poking along your ass and thighs. You were full: his thick girth stretching you out over him. You struggled to remain calm as your hole tightened from his abrasive advance, back arching to elicit a choked out yelp. Your knees threatened to buckle under you but his hand offered support knowing your little pussy struggled to take all of him. His tense length started to move in and out of you, kissing your cervix. Heavy balls slapping against your puffy clit as you tried to take him. You gripped your comforter hard, digging your nails into the mattress. His strokes are erratic and aggressive.

“You look so pretty on the end of my cock, princess. I’ve waited long enough to have you. Don't cry, baby, it had to be like this. I couldn't hold back any longer.” His tone matching the roughness of his strokes. Your helpless cries being drowned out by the lewd, squelching noises that came from your sloppy cunt. He continued to bully your hole, slapping your ass to add to your pain and his pleasure. Leaving bite marks along your delicate back and shoulders, holding the back of your neck down with his boorish hands, spilling heinous words into your ear. All while you took every inch of his cock.

You feel yourself getting close, tightening around him as he fucks you through your orgasm. Humiliated by your sexual arousal of his mistreatment. His obsessive possession. You feel him smiling through the mask that rubbed into your neck, his breath hot.

“You dirty, dirty little bitch, huh. Cumming on my cock as I take advantage of your fucking pussy? Maybe I should stalk you more, watch you while you undress for me. Touching myself in the dark of your room. You seem to fucking like it.” His own strokes became sloppier.

“S-s-simon,” you whimper, “P-please, I can’t take it.” You whine trying your best to think through the overstimulation. He continues his aggressive pace, knowing how sensitive you are.

“Oh, sweetheart, I know, I know,” he coos, offering false security. “Daddy’s almost done taking your cunt, just be fucking patient.” You feel his thick length start to throb inside you, signaling that he's close. Quickly pulling out of you, he forcefully guides you to the ground, stroking himself above you, face centered under his swollen tip.

He sees you squirm as you wait for him impatiently, your pussy convulsing around nothing. His thick boot meets your tender heat, allowing you to grind on it as he finds his own release, getting off on your depravity. Reaching in his back pocket of his unzipped pants he pulls out his phone and angles it towards you, still stroking his cock.

“Be a good fucking girl and look at the camera while I ruin you, sweetheart. I wanna have something nice and sweet to look back on. I’ll add it to the collection.” His voice became laced with abandonment. The slick sounds of his hand quickly stroking his length echo through the room as he groans. As swears leave his lips, he ejaculates his hot, white cum over you. Streams of his sticky semen drip from your face, covering you wickedly. Waves crashing over him as he finished his sick fantasy. His seed tainting you as you look up at him with empty eyes. His fucked out expression triggering the last few groans to release from him.

“Good, good girl.” He places his phone back into his pocket, zipping his pants. You stand to meet the large man, brooding over your delicate frame. You didn't know why he obsessed over you and why he would go through all the trouble. His thumb glides over the traces of his essence before slipping his thick digit into your mouth. His hand grabbed at your chin, tilting it up.

“You’re mine, forever.” You wince at his words trying your best to break from his grip. And with that he was gone, leaving you to revel in confusion and fear as to when he would be back.

[leupagus]

Gonna be honest, I'm at the "noodling around instead of buckling down to actually write it" so here have another scene of whatever this ends up being

(From my doc which is labeled "sexnanigans lol")

"Why don't we just get it over with?" Crowley asked, a few days later. He was lying in bed, sprawled on his stomach along the top bit of the mattress with Aziraphale using him as a sort of very angular pillow. Every once in a while Aziraphale would rearrange Crowley's limbs into a new configuration to suit himself; at the moment he was contorted into something that most closely resembled a half-melted curly wurly.

"Mm?" said Aziraphale, his familiar I'm not really paying attention to you but I am recording what you're saying for playback in about thirty seconds, at which point I'll decide if anything you've said was worth listening to sort of "mm". He was reading yet another sexual manual; judging by the age of the cover and the deadness of the language contained therein, it was unlikely to be useful. The etchings were fun, though.

"You've been doing all this," he waved vaguely at the book, along with the half-dozen others piled on Aziraphale's nightstand, "For almost a month. Why don't we try something—"

"Get it over with?" Twenty-seven seconds, Crowley thought smugly, but attempted to school his expression into something serious when Aziraphale turned to frown at him. "I don't think this is something we ought to do at all, if you think of it like that. There's a rather good book, in fact, about enthusiastic consent and—" He reached for the nightstand.

Crowley tugged his arm back. "I didn't mean it like that," he said. "I'm all for it. I even invented some of those positions.* I'm just asking," he added, before Aziraphale could start demanding which positions, and with whom, which he was sure to say instead of who because jealousy in Aziraphale always manifested in creakingly correct grammar, "Why all this… research?"

Aziraphale shut his book, which could either go very well or very poorly; either way it meant Crowley was about to get his full attention. But he just sighed and said, "Do you recall the first time I tried food?"

That memory was too precious to deny. "You decimated an entire ox," Crowley said, not even bothering to keep the gloat out of his voice. "Most beautiful thing I'd ever seen."

"I think you really ought to be embarrassed about how much you mean that," Aziraphale said musingly, and right, this is why Crowley should have been wary about the closing of the book. "And then three hundred and eighty-seven years after that I tried wine, and got comprehensibly — what's the word?"

"Shitfaced."

"Blotto, thank you, is the word I was actually looking for. I had a hangover for two months."

"Wasn't that at my urging, too?" Crowley asked, reaching out to curl his fingers in Aziraphale's hair. "You really were rubbish at thwarting my wiles."

"Well, I was a rather rubbish angel, as it turned out," Aziraphale said, shutting his eyes and leaning into Crowley's touch. "Thank God for that. But that's my point, dearest. Whenever I've experienced the delights of Earth, it's often been — well, to use the old-fashioned term, gluttonous affair at first. Or if I'm using modern parlance, more gourmand than gourmet. And for this I want—"

"You think the terms 'gourmand' and 'gourmet' are modern parlance? D'you think the term 'modern parlance' is modern parlance?"

"I want," Aziraphale continued, relentless, "To savour it, this time. Savour you."

Crowley said, "Oh," and couldn't think of anything else to say. 

Aziraphale watched him for a few moments, those clever eyes seeing far too much, then made an absentminded tutting noise and maneuvered Crowley's elbow into a truly preposterous position before he resumed reading. 

Crowley let him.

[lou-struck]

Just a Little Sip Sip

Atsumu Miya x reader

Fluffftober Day 9: Obligatory Pumpkin Spice Fic. 

WC: 1.5k

~Your thirst for a morning coffee is what pulls you and Atsumu out of bed on a cloudy morning.

It’s a sleepy Saturday morning. You wake up to cloudy skies and a pleasant coolness in your darkened bedroom.

You honestly could sleep more, but it’s just one of those days where you wake up and cannot stand the taste of your own mouth. 

Atsumu is next to you; his limbs are tangled up tenderly with your own in a gluttonous embrace. His Dyed blond hair falls gently into his face as its other half is smushed into the pillow. You see just a bit of his naturally darker roots peeking out. He has been meaning to get a touch-up, but between Volleyball and you, he has been far too busy to care. 

As carefully as you can, you try to slip out of the pretzel you have become a part of and watch in amusement as his sleepy brows furrow and his long limbs stretch across the expanse of the mattress, chasing you and your warmth longingly.

He murmurs sweet gibberish into the pillow before settling back into the sheets. His outstretched arms are unconsciously wide enough for you to slip between should you return to him.

As much as you want to, that stale taste on your tongue is terrible. And your waking brain is hit with a craving perfect for this cloudy fall morning. 

You need a nice hot cup of coffee.

But first… nature calls.

~

Your hands smell like cinnamon-toasted marshmallows or whatever else your foaming hand soap was supposed to smell like. Giving your hands a shake, you air dry the remaining droplets of water from your skin.

Your hard-bottomed slippers scrape slightly across the carpeted bedroom floor as you leave the master bathroom. You see from the doorway that Atsumu is now sitting up against the headboard.

“Ya left me,” he pouts, sitting upwards and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His arms are open, and he looks at you expectantly to come back to bed. You exhale in amusement and fall into his embrace, laying down on top of the tousled sheets. With you in his arms, he looks content, his fingers gently scratching your back to lull you back to the wonderfully sleepy feeling. “Come on, baby, let’s lay in a bit longer.”

As heavenly as his honeyed suggestion sounds, your craving for caffeine is gnawing at your very soul. “Can’t,” you murmur into his chest. “Need Coffee.”

His bottom lip juts out in a pout, and he hugs you closer. “Five more minutes.”

Your body just seems to sink into him. He’s warm, comfortable, and that shampoo you bought him smells too damn good. But as competitive as Atsumu is, you are more so. And know just what to say to get the two of you out of bed before noon. 

“If we go right now, I’ll buy you one of those breakfast sandwiches you like.” you hum, lazily reaching your left arm up to toy with a few messy strands of his hair. He leans into the touch as he reflects on your offer.

It’s his stomach that answers for him. Rumbling with more energy than either of you has shown all morning. 

“That sound good?” you tease, sitting up and rolling ungracefully out of his embrace and to the edge of the bed. 

“Yer not jus gonna get one of those Spicy Pumpkin Drinks are ya?” he asks, twisting his legs over to the edge of the bed and giving you a playful little grin that tells you he already knows the answer to his pointed question.

“Of course not,” you say, “I was also planning on getting a bagel with cream cheese.” You duck into your closet and slip on some warm clothes for your coffee date. You start to walk down the hall and hear the amusing sound of Astumu frantically rushing about the room, trying to grab his slides and jacket so he won’t be left behind. “Hey, don’t leave without me,” he calls. 

“Then hurry up Tsumu.” you tease, toying with the doorknob. You would never ditch him, but it is certainly fun to tease him.

~

The air is chilly as you step out of the car, and although the double glass doors of the coffee shop are shut, you can still smell the heavenly scent of ground coffee beans wafting through the air.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,” Atsumu says, rushing in front of you to open the door. “I got this.”

He pushes it open widely for you as the cozy smell intensifies. 

“You didn’t need to do that for me, Tsumu.” you beam, leaning over and giving him a quick kiss on his slightly chapped lips. You make a mental note to buy him another tube of chapstick since he keeps losing his. 

“But I did.” he grins, a pink blush taking over his skin. “Cus I love ya and want to treat ya right.”

“You already do,” you murmur tenderly as you take his hand and walk across the threshold into the coffee shop. The lighting inside is warm, just like the air, and you can detect the smell of seasoned nutmeg and pumpkin spice walking through the air. 

It just screams fall, and even the smell of it is feeding your cravings. 

“What are you gonna get Tsumu?” you ask, eying the long and beautifully crafted cafe menu. “Something with Honey?”

“M’ gonna just get a coffee,” he says confidently. “I don’t need all that extra stuff.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive,” he smiles, crossing his arms confidently and puffing out his chest.

Here we go again…

Atsumu saw a video about flavor notes in coffee the other day and has decided to just get a regular dark roast. Which is not a problem in itself since coffee is meant to be enjoyed and customized to fit the drinker’s pallet. But since Atsumu is one hundred percent a cream-and-sugar kind of guy, so you know this won’t go well.

You get up to the counter and greet the barista with a sleepy smile. She looks much more awake than you do, and you secretly wonder how many cups of coffee she has had this morning.

You place your food and drink orders and go wait by the pickup counter for it to be ready. 

With only a few weeks left to enjoy an obligatory Pumpkin Spiced beverage, you watch eagerly as the barista makes your drink with almost robotic precision. How many has she had to make these past couple months?

“Y/n,” another barista calls after a few minutes. Your PSL and Atsumu’s Black coffee are ready and your pastries are warm and toasty. You grab them and bring them over to your cute little corner booth next to the shop’s electric fireplace. 

“This looks so good.” you say looking into your glass and admiring the little flakes of spice that swirl through the mixture. It’s fragrant, it’s beautiful, but most importantly its caffeinated. 

You raise the glass to your lips and take a deep swig, savoring the sweet bitterness of the caffeine. 

Looking across the table with lidded eyes, you see Atsumu raise his mug to his lips as well as taking a small sip of his coffee and trying to fight the grimace at the dark roasted bitterness. 

“Do you like it, Tsumu?”

He coughs slightly before looking up at you with watery eyes. “It’s good.” he lies, taking another sip of his drink. His whole body shudders in an attempt to hide his true feelings. 

“Would you like to try mine?” you ask, holding out your drink for him to take. The creaminess tempts him, and the promise of something less bitter on his tongue wins him over easily. 

“I’ll try it, but i know you just want me to give ya an indirect kiss.” he winks at you. Still lying like a lying liar. 

He sips it, and his eyes practically double in size as he goes in for another. Just as he is about to take another deep swig, you gently pry it out of his hands. 

“Careful, that’s my drink.” you tease, gently wiping a bit of foam from his lip with the pad of your thumb. “This one is mine. You already have a drink.”

“Yea, but I just want to make sure it’s safe, ya know?” he says, completely ignoring his coffee and reaching for yours again. “It could be poisoned.”

“Then I guess I’ll just die happy,” you say, taking another sip of your drink.

“C’mon babe.” he pleads. “Just another little sip.”

“No.”

“Jus a little sip sip.”

“Atsumu.” you sigh, pretending to be bored of his antics and hiding your self-satisfied smirk.

“Yes, baby?” he smiles innocently. Knowing that the game is up. 

“Let’s go get you another drink.” you laugh. “This time, something that you’ll actually want to drink.”

His shoulders slump in relief, and he gives you a heart-stopping smile. “Thank god.”

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network @planetonet @eussstasss

[divergent-paths]

So 2 things I want to say:

As a vegetarian themselves, this is my first time hearing about flexitarian! This is actually a interesting dietary concept and I really like Max’s reasoning behind it

Secondly, I love how you’re portraying Oleana so far! More intimidating than the game version 🤌🏻 (though I do find her charming since she’s a neat combination of hyper competent assistant yet does underhanded tricks for Rose)

Oh~! It's wonderful to hear my writing was able to introduce you to something new and interesting! For as universal as the experience of food is, I don't feel like it's talked about nearly as much as it should be. Things like intolerances, allergies, restrictions, and lifestyle choices are so common yet go ignored in media so I wanted to try and touch on it where it wouldn't be too out of place in the story (the last thing I want is to be obnoxious and preachy :'D). I myself am lactose intolerant, and it has certainly been a journey learning where and how milk is incorporated into so much food lmao As much as I find food history fascinating, food in the Pkmn-world is such a weird topic, because the company always seems a little iffy about acknowledging where it comes from, even though they've more or less confirmed that meat comes from Pokémon. :'D As utopian as this world presents itself to be on the surface, cruelty still exists just below the surface (almost every pkmn movie is about poachers messing everything up in pursuit of selfish gains, and the Rockets are an actively functioning mafia/cartel), which to me, implies that there are most definitely inhumane farming and food production practises out there because who cares about the comfort of food when there's a quick buck to be made. It's this train of thought that directed the decision for Max to be mindful of food ethics, coupled with the flexibility to accept what is given. He discovered on his own that there's some awful foods out there *coughfoiegrascough* and decided he didn't want to be part of it. Of course, he won't force anyone else to change, but he can certainly make the ethically good food more enticing to convince the likes of gluttons such as Alex lol.

As for Oleana, I'm totally gonna' keep making her scary as well as competent because goddaaaaamn pkmn company needs to just let women be villains too! X'D Let them be bad! Being evil's not male exclusive!!!!!!

[thecameronchronicles]

Proactive

TW: Dark! Rafe. Language. Degrading Language. Smut. Semi-public sex.

SUMMARY: Rafe can’t deny his feelings for you any longer, especially when a specific Pogue shows a bit too much interest in you…

WORD COUNT: 2300

*Requested*

Proactive

You truly felt as if you’d had the best of both worlds growing up in the middle class of The Outer Banks. No more ‘pogue’ than ‘kook’, you were accepted by both groups for your ability to blend and vibe with those in the core cliques, for the Pogues, JJ and Kiara, and for the Kooks, Rafe Cameron. This was the one who lit up your phone screen as you sat painting your toenails, nearly dying from boredom. 

“I’m bored…come save me from this ‘party’?” He texted, apparently sharing the same need for entertainment. 

After blowing over your nails in a single swipe, you would tap back your acceptance before moving to your closet. You had attended so many of these gatherings that you could almost write a how-to guide in how the night would go. Beginning with drinks, beer pong, some daredevil stunt either with alcohol or drugs, and the final walk of shame from a touron making her way from either Topper or Kelce’s room. So tonight you wanted to offer yourself further entertainment and option out of your usual careless attire of the usual beach bunny aesthetic. And so, you optioned for the tightest little black dress you had before making your way to the address Rafe sent you. 

From the second you’d arrived, his eyes were cemented onto you, his lips pulling into a smile as you were always his salvation in any setting. That promising smile, those wide eyes appreciating him as he had to you, and that figure he’d wanted since he could remember-a detail only unknown by you as he was otherwise desperate to anyone else who noticed you two together. And yet, your eyes wouldn’t find him. Instead, they would find JJ and John B who were wrapped on the far side of the pool, your eyes narrowing in the betrayal of their lack of an invitation. 

“So I’m guessing ALL of your phones died at the same time in your rush to invite me?” You teased, hand to your hip as Rafe licked his lips to the pop of your curve, unbeknownst to you, while JJ rose to his feet. 

“We didn’t think you’d want to suffer through this after working all day…But let me make it up to you, okay sweetheart?” He winked, offering a shot as you shook your head before accepting it, a glutton for peer pressure and the comfort those blue eyes brought in undeserving forgiveness. 

Having downed two shots already, awaiting the buzz this would promise, you shook it off as JJ stood at your side while you considered stripping down from your dress and into the suit beneath, having decided on this instead of lingerie as you knew it was more likely to swim than get laid as you were rather particular to who you allowed that favor. 

“We didn’t mean to keep you out, you know…” Your eyes fixated on him as you shrugged. “But if I would have known you would be wearing this, I would have kept you at The Chateau just for me…” He winked as you rolled your eyes. 

“So I probably shouldn't tell you what’s underneath?”

“Let me guess…Little Mermaid underwear?” He teased in reference to your childhood, a detail he had known from countless sleepovers and remarks from Kiara. 

“Actually…nothing…” You lied simply to garner his response as he would choke on his attempt to swallow his beer. 

“You alright there?”

“I’m gonna get you for that one…” He held his hand up to signal he needed a moment as he moved into the house, your gaze following him having now taken you to Rafe sitting alone at the kitchen island. It was rare he wasn’t already wrapped around you, despite your interactions with the Pogues, and so you sauntered over to him, curious what his response would be to your ensemble. But the second you leaned against the bar, he didn’t even bother to raise his eyes, only his shot glass. 

“I know you like red, but-” His eyes took in your dress for only a moment as you moved closer to him. 

“If you’re gonna prance it around for HIM, I’M not interested…” He spoke coldly as your eyes narrowed to him. 

“Rafe-”

“I mean it…not fucking interested…” He took yet another shot, the effects worn beneath his heavy eyes as you moved even closer. 

“You don’t like it?” His lids lifted, a scoff leaving his lips as he had been allowed to notice you without having to cover this behind distance. 

“That depends….”

“On?”

“Did you wear it just for me?” He inquired, hope present behind his eyes as his demeanor now seemed to shift into hope. 

“Yes…JUST for you, Rafe…” You teased his name with a particular cadence as you now stood between his parted legs, your boredom finding entertainment in his reaction to you, the alcohol now affecting you both to keep from questioning your former reservations from crossing that line between friends to whatever you could be with Rafe. 

“It looks nice…”

“Nice? This was four paychecks worth just ‘nice’?!” His hands now traced your hips and the fabric, your heart fluttering at this touch as he suddenly came to notice JJ’s eyes cement to you as his own had prior to now. Suddenly the fear of you going to him prompted him to his feet, his hands pinning you against the counter and between him. 

“I can’t take this shit anymore…And I’m gonna do something about it…”

“Rafe-”

“And I don’t care if it ruins our friendship either…” Before you could object, those full lips had taken your own, his hands on your hips stationing you in place, before your fingers rose to his shoulders. 

He told himself as long as you didn’t push him away, he would continue, as far as you were willing to go, but the way you looked in that dress and the way you’d teased him had him questioning if he would truly be able to stop himself. When you hadn’t cursed him out or laughed him off, he licked his lips before tearing you out of the front of the house and beneath the North Carolina moonlight. 

“Rafe, where are we going-” He would silence you with his lips again, this time, shameless as he pulled at the skirt of your dress, lifting you around him with aggression, before taking you against his truck. 

“God you drive me fucking crazy…”

“You’re drunk…”

“No-I mean, yeah, but…I want this…”

“Rafe…you can’t drive-” You chuckled. “Neither of us should…”

“I’m not fucking driving the car, I’m going to fuck you IN the car….I can’t wait another second…” But the buzz did little to take the weight of this moment as you knew that once the effects of Tequila and Vodka faded, you would be left with the guilt of a moment enacted on alcohol. 

“Okay, Rafe…sure-” But as you placed your hands on his chest to set him at bay, he hit his hand hard against the car. 

“I invited you here-NOT them…I wanted you here…and you show up dressed like…” His eyes descended your body as your heart inflated to the mention of effort you put into your appearance. 

“But Maybank doesn’t get to touch you, if it was up to me the asshole wouldn’t even be able to look at you!” 

“Rafe-” His hand was suddenly in your hair as he brought his lips to yours once more. Even if you wanted to fight him and remind him how you were probably better off as friends, you couldn’t deny the effect of his kiss. Desperate and thorough, a tongue on a venture for your own, a soft moan leaving his lips once this discovery was made. 

“I know you want this, I wasn’t sure until now…but I-I-I know now…and I’m gonna give you all of it…” To this, your skirt was lifted as your eyes widened back to the direction of the party. 

“Rafe someone could see-”

“Let them. Let them see that you don’t need anybody but me…” As you tried to move away from him, the sudden heat of his tongue between your folds was enough to distract you from how open you had been. Your fingers ran quickly through his hair, tugging on the dirty blonde strands moving beneath your touch as you moaned. 

“Rafe…”

“Mmmm…” He moaned into your pussy, forcing the vibrations to deepen your pleasure as you were distracted by the distant laughing. 

“We can’t-we have to stop-” But his forearm would only lock you against his truck, keeping you pinned, as his other hand guided your leg over his shoulder. 

“Don’t hold back…I want everyone to hear you-I want every fucking pogue to hear it….How I get to be the one to taste you-”

“Rafe, please-” When you fought him, your legs crossing to keep him from your core, he would now rise to his feet, sobering enough to no longer slur his words or wobble as he stood. But his hand would only come to a wrap around your throat and his hand moved between your thighs. 

“I’ve thought about this for SO long…I’ve made you come in every position in my mind…and-”

“Rafe we-” His grip tightened around your throat. 

“You can keep saying that, but you’re riding my hand like you’re in the goddamn rodeo, baby…” You moaned at the pet name coming from his sinful lips, wearing the glisten of your release. 

“Please…”

“God, you’re already shaking…”

“Rafe! I don’t want to come…I don’t-not here…” He groaned, looking over his shoulder before slowly nodding. 

“Fine.” You breathed a sigh of relief as he opened the passenger side door to his truck, but only to join you in the seat, turning you to face him as he set you over him in a straddle. 

“Rafe…” You whined as he took a harsh grip to your hair. 

“I’m GOING to fuck you. You fight it, it’ll hurt…and I REALLY don’t want to hurt you…But you wanna walk around like a slut, let Maybank look at you in that dress…the dress you should have worn for me? You don’t need it now-” He suddenly tore it from its center, leaving you in only your swimsuit. 

“RAFE!” He only chuckled, hand returned to your neck as he guided you closer to him. 

“I have wanted this and I’ve watched you fuck around with every guy who doesn’t deserve you…so you’re gonna give it to ME because I DO-Because I’ve waited. And you're gonna do it with a goddamn smile while screaming my name as you come around my cock-” Your expression couldn’t hide the shock and arousal fighting for dominance across your face as he raised you just high enough to remove his own pants, untying your suit with that same hand, before sinking you onto him. 

“But you don’t come until I say…Because I’ve earned it…And I’m gonna decide when I get it…” His thumb moved immediately to your clit, swift circles made against you as he kept that grip to your neck, shameless to take you without compassion he’d offered prior to now. 

“Rafe-”

“Don’t fucking come!”

“But I-” He pressed a harsh kiss to your lips, making you breathless and hammering into you before suddenly stopping and rooting himself into you. 

“You feel that? How deep and hard I am inside of you? How I’m already throbbing?” You nodded, tears in your eyes form repressing your own orgasm. 

“Get used to it, because you’re only ever gonna have ME inside of you from this point on…” His hand around your neck now moved to your hair as his other hand removed the bikini top with an effortless pull, his lips taking your nipple between a pinch made of his teeth as he groaned. 

“Fuck, Rafe!”

“Already doing that, baby…” You rolled your eyes before feeling him climb quicker between your sore lower lips, his cock too large and his movements too swift to find pleasure above all else. 

“Please, Rafe…”

“You wanna come?”

You nodded. 

“Then say you’re mine…Say this pussy, this ass, these tits-all of it-all of you…is mine.” Your lips parted as he would kiss you before you could answer. 

“Say it and I’ll make sure you never need anyone else ever again…”

“I’m-I’m yours! I’m yours, Rafe!”

“Not just because my cock feels good inside you, right baby? You wouldn't lie to me, right?!” He asked through clenched teeth, pulling you tighter as you shook your head, tears cascading down your cheeks. 

“I swear!” He growled, burying his head into your chest, lips and teeth grazing your clavicle as he bucked up inside of you. 

“Then come for me, baby…Give it to me like I deserve and I’ll…GIVE. YOU. WHAT. YOU. FUCKING. DESERVE!” He belted, your mutual orgasm bringing you both into tremors as he kept that grip on your hair, only to release it once he’d slowly become flaccid. 

“Say it now.”

“Say what?” You asked breathlessly. 

“Say you’re mine. Without needing to come. Without being a desperate little whore. Say it.” You swallowed hard as he brought you deeper against him.  

“Say it or I swear to God I’m taking you back into that party and fucking you in front of every pogue and kook so they know it and then you won’t have to say it-”

“Jesus, Rafe!”

“I meant it. I’ve wanted this for so long…And I don’t let anyone take what’s mine. So say it.”

“I’m…I’m yours…” 

“Mean it-” But instead of saying the words, you would only move to kiss him, craving to prove it as he would smirk against your mouth, cementing this newfound possession found on the edge of his proactive personality.

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[punisheye]

Vash is woken up with a kiss to the forehead. Wolfwood let him sleep in, even, which is a luxury neither of them can often afford with their responsibilities, or whatever haunts their dreams some nights. But he knows Vash deserves the rest, and Wolfwood's been up for a few hours now.

There is… a lot going on right now, but he wants his husband to at least have some semblance of a normal birthday. Especially after what happened last year.

"Up you go," Wolfwood says to him, giving his rear a swat and then helping him roll out of bed, the blankets going with him. He doesn't give Vash a chance to put his arm back on. "C'mon, now. Food's gonna get cold."

He made… a lot. It's part of why he woke up so early. It's a full spread of food, from bacon and sausage, to two omelets, a pile of pancakes, and more. They're both gluttons, and Wolfwood's always made sure Vash had enough to eat since they began living together here.

"Sorry for not gettin' ya breakfast in bed, but I don't want ya makin' any spills on the sheets," he says, plopping Vash down in a chair and ruffling his hair before he goes to fill up two cups of coffee. He has a gift for him sitting in the downstairs closet, tucked far back behind a few coats. "Anything ya wanna do today, or just stay in?"

@amoirsetpacis

[blown-up91]

Chris' healing (Part 2)

She put her hands on her hips and let out a smile “Well, Okay. Let’s Celebrate! I’ve been preparing for this actually” She went over into the kitchen and returned with a sheet cake. “Tres Leche, you’re favorite!” She knew Chris was never the type to comment on the amount of food, the cake could feed 12 people easily, she was going to make him eat every bite. She put it down in front of him with a spatula. “Go ahead honey, dig in” He didn’t need much prompting, he started shoveling the cake in his mouth as she sat and watched. “Well babe, I’m honestly going to be so sad to see you go” He responded with a grunt as he kept eating, slurping the thick, creamy, sugary milk mixture the cake was bathed in. “Don’t worry about talking back, there’s just some things I wanted to say you about the past few months” He didn’t respond, he just kept stuffing his face. “It’s been so nice having you home every day, I feel like we’ve grown a lot closer” she reached out and started to rub his belly as he ate, it was large, soft, and creamy, the type of belly you can sink your fingers into. “Not just us, but you have grown a lot.” He seemed to pause a bit, but kept eating “You’ve been through so many changes in your healing time, and it's really what has brought us so close together. See, you’ve gotten so… large” she said, shaking his gut. She saw his face turn red, she’s never spoken to him like this “See you’ve really gotten so big. Just eating all day, and sitting there… you could’ve gone back to work months ago… what stopped you? Youre big, fat, hungry gut, that’s what” she said, grabbing his belly. Maybe it was out of embarrassment, maybe he was resigned, but he just kept eating. “You’ve literally blown up like a big lard filled balloon. You’re more than twice the man you used to be, literally. I’ve fed you like my prized hog, and you’ve grown like one.” He finally put the spatula down, ready to protest. “Wait babe don’t stop, her let me help” she picked up the spatula up and shoved another bite of cake in his mouth, he moaned in protest, but he didn’t stop her. Then she fed him another. And another. And another. She continued “that’s a good pig. See, this is what you want. As long as you don’t go to that physical, they have to keep paying you” she fed him more. “And do you think you’ll pass with this gut? Those fat manboobs? Your big, wide load of an ass? And thick tree trunk thighs? Do you really think they’re going to let you back out there? You probably couldn’t walk up a flight of stairs” He gulped, his face so red it looked like a tomato. She gave him a moment to breathe, 2/3rds of the tray had been finished, his gut bloated and distended from the stuffing. She ran her fingers along his gut “here sweetheart, how about this, let’s get you on the bathroom scale, and if it can even READ your weight, maybe you can do it. But we both know it can’t, we both know it’s past that, but you know what? It would be fun to try. Let’s waddle your big blubbery ass in there, and see.” She kept feeding him “maybe after all this cake, and all that fucking trash you ate all day, you’re actually fit enough to pass a work physical. Maybe you’re not a complete, obese, whale of a fucking man. With a belly button so deep I can practically put my whole hand into it” She said, as she slipped her hand up his belly button. “But, something tells me, you’re too far gone. You were always a glutton, not once did you ever protest. You know a regular person would maybe, object to his girlfriend feeding him 6 meals a day. A regular man might question when she brings him a 2nd tub of ice cream after he finishes the first one himself. Hell a regular man wouldn’t even let himself finish a tub of ice cream. But oh no, Not you Chris. If it’s in front of you, you’re gonna eat it, and  you keep eating, just like now. I can sit here, look you in the eyes, and call you a pig, over, and over, and over, and you just keep eating. Watch” She fed him another bite “Pig”

And another “Fatass” and Another “lardboy” and Another “Two Ton” The Last Piece “Fucking Whale, you did it. You ate a party sized tray of cake, all, by, yourself. While you got mocked.” She smacked his gut “Guess what” she sloshed the tin around, it was full of cream “There’s one more treat, open wide” his beat red face sputted in protest as she lifted the tray to his lips, but he listened, she dumped the creamy mixture into his fat maw. He gulped, and gulped, and gulped, he instinctively grabbed his gut as she filled him, her hand having to leave his belly for the first time of the conversation to funnel him. “Well now, let’s get you on that scale” (Hope everyone enjoys my debut story. I intend on writing a second part that’s focused more on physical description of Chris’ body)

[bitchkay]

Ok, hear me out: food play with Rio 😳

I can very much see Rio covering you in Saligian honey and just devouring his snack, but what if you decide to pull the Uno reverse card on him? He's very much a giver, and it's about damn time you *did* pull the Uno reverse card, you decided. Of course, he also wants to taste you, so you tell him he can. Cover your chest in some of the honey and let him lap it up. Once he finishes, lay him on his back, drizzle the sweet liquid over his body and slowly, borderline torturously run your tongue over each and every square inch of his beautifully toned chest that was covered in honey. You were saving the best part of the meal for last: his dick. Pour some of the honey over his ballsack and his length and tease the most sensitive spots. Just before he comes, remove your mouth and let him cum to his heart's content inside you

Oh anon great minds definitely do think alike☆

You know how long I been writing this

Sometimes I truely think we've all thought of these lewd things about these characters but are just too pussy to say anything about it

Luckily I have no filter😋

Like bruh look at this

Anon dont play with me, I will finish this fic rn

I got school tomorrow but idc I carry my laptop everywhere, I'll fucking do it, don't think I won't

Rio make my brain so stupid.

Anyway, plot of the fic is literally Rio made some good ass honey buns and they all nice and sweet and sticky and just nice overall yeah but then you drop some honey on your chin cus them buns got bare on honey on them but they good yk nice and syrupy then Rios like 'oop I'll get that😁' then fucking licks you and then like suddenly you're naked. Yea. There's honey in all places honey probably ain't posed to go but it's there its sticky and its sexy as FUCK and yall have sweet passionate love.

Yea

But anyway

Let's lick honey off Rios abs yea

That sounds so nice

Rios probably real sensitive

...hold up my brains melting

Trailing a path up his stomach over the curves and contours of hard muscle

That shit would make me horny--

Rios brain is literally short circuiting

Hes just looking down at you while you do it and he literally can't think

rio_voleri.exe has stopped working.

You're the only thing in his sights and you're like angelic to him

Sinfully angelic™😋👍🏽

Even when you're licking honey off your own hand and using the slick to jerk him off he thinks your pretty

(He might even go as far to say your prettiest in this state😳)

How is he possibly supposed to contain himself when you lick his tip with honey sweetened lips, fingers slick with hot syrupy nectar?

Imagines this☆:

Your body's stuck together. Sticky with sweat, cum and honey on your bodies. It was messy, needing to change the sheets after the fact got multiple reasons. You licked his neck as Rio kneaded your butt pulling you down on his cock, also sticky, but you weren't sure it was cum or honey, at this point though you didn't care. That's a problem for future you to figure out. You both hand your head buried in the others neck biting and sucking the other skin, trying to taste all you can of each other. "Augh... I-... I need more of you." Rio mumbled into your skin before pushing you on your back, pulling out, following a trail down your body before latching onto your pussy. "RI- RIO!" Everything about this is sloppy. The way you desired each other was without restraint or much thought, being manhandled to your gluttonous partner's delight. Tasting and licking the others honey sweetened skin, heightened the pleasure and senses. "Ah! You're so- Rio I'm-" Rios dick stood tall and strong leaking pre from his tip, glistening in your arousal. Your gripped on his hair as Rio devoured your cunt, strong arms holding your legs wide open. "I'm gonna-" "More." "Rio I'm gonna cum!" Lapping up your sweet pussy juices Rio crawled over you, pushing his cock back into you. "Shh, your okay, I got you." He didn't move, rather warmed himself inside you as you calmed down, holding your body close. "So good... your so good.. so sweet... on my tongue.."

[hobohobgoblim]

so I’m going back stateside for Thanksgiving. Usually this would fill me with gluttonous joy, because I haven’t been home for my second favorite autumn holiday for the better part of a decade now. 

But. 

Last night I had this dream where my cisters (who I am out to as trans) had arranged a whole thing where I came out of customs and my whole family was there with a big sign that said “Welcome Home Móey We Love You”.

This is one of the best dreams ever.

But.

I’m going to have to go home so far in the closet I’m asking Aslan for makeup advice.

And then today at the job I usually love, I had to “dad voice” alot to keep the kids from hitting each other with the hammers and had a coworker of my father’s (who gaslighted me into believing that I was incapable of building things because he wanted me to be a doctor) took out his phone and crowed about the really precise cabinetry he and his brother were building while I struggled to teach kids that the claw side of a hammer is not the side you use to hit nails with.

And I had to keep using the “male authority voice” to keep some of the little feral asshats from hitting each other with the hammers and break up a game of “we’re fucking thor lets throw these things everywhere” .

And I just can’t anymore

I want to come out

everywhere with everyone

but I remember when I came out as bi and ALL THE FUCKING DRAMA that caused and I don’t want to make it a big, sudden deal. I feel like I deserve a slow transition.

doesn’t matter though. TERFS gonna fuck this post up.

[eldritch-spouse]

Hello pinnieeee :DD, I'm currently disintegrating rn so how world the Icons deal with a sick queen? I have a stong feeling snake mommy will be the most calm (and probably most normal) about it, or she could also have a mental breakdown, who knows? 🤷‍♀️

I think you did an ask like this with the clergy sluts but I'm not sure if you did one with the big dicked/titted man/womanchildren

istg daddy-big-dick's gonna make our condition worse

[To be fair, I don't know if answered this for the Icons too, but I can't really find it, so I assume I didn't. Also, I hope you get better soon!]

Icons with a sick Queen

Vesper has to be reminded he can't quite literally fuck you out of illness. It's common sense that sharing lust with a concubus can help them survive harsh conditions, but you're only a human for now. Vesper forgets this, and tries to eat you out... Nevertheless, he may be severely misinformed, but he can drag a human doctor to Hell without trouble. They're staying in the manor until you're okay. Their payment is getting ravaged by imps. Vesper will sit next to you while you rest and possibly read for you. You have to tell him to stop anxiously bouncing his leg because it shakes the little bed you're in.

Zizz will be your personal bed. In fact, for most of the duration of your sickness, you're carried everywhere like a baby. You may have trouble sleeping because of pain/discomfort, so he'll be there to make sure you don't spend too much time agonizing awake, only to take care of basic needs. He's stressed enough to lose his own sleep balance, and it shows a little as he becomes sluggish in his work. He's calling several people, and conversing with you amidst your dreams, getting as many opinions as he can regarding your condition.

Rinx has brought ten bags of wildly different medicine types home, and he has no idea what to do. Do not let him load you with drugs. He just doesn't want you in such blatant misery, and he had to be sure he was getting the right stuff, so he got everything there was. He's curling around your laying form and worriedly asking if you're okay every single time you shift slightly. If you make him move away (probably, because demons are hot and you're likely overheated), he's going to whine about it. Rinx isn't above getting you high so you can feel better.

Kalymir is a disaster. Get up. Come on, get the fuck up, don't make that deflating balloon face at him, you look like a corpse (very flattering). He has good intentions, but he's the worst. He doesn't really like pills, so you're going to have to yell at him to get them. Don't ask- Scream. The King hates to see you so down and placid, so he'll taunt you in hopes of getting a rise out of you. A half-hearted "go fuck yourself" will suffice. Catch this fucker dumping the juiciest steak on your lap and demanding you eat. If you want a doctor (which is recommended with this hysterical fucker around), yell at Kalymir until he gives in.

Vorticia is, predictably, a touch calmer about this. Although, given humans are so frail, she's far from remotely secure in her ability to cure you. She worries that you'll perish at any moment, simply because surface-dwellers are that weak. Most of your time awake is definitely spent eating, if you can, a variety of soups and broths and every dish under the sun that's said to have healing properties. Other than that, the woman keeps you company, makes sure you're comfortable, and gives you things to entertain yourself with. She looks perfectly calm around you, but inside she's running a mile a minute. If you start losing your appetite (something possibly fatal for a glutton), she's going to really panic. Possibly drag an entire human medical team into Gluttony.

Cero is not waiting more than a day for you to overcome it on your own. If you're still sick, or worse, by day two, he's picking you up and forcing his way into a good enough hospital in the surface. He's not waiting in lines, or checking in, or bothering to present documents- He demands to see the best doctor in the premises, and if he's denied, he threatens to start impaling random people in the waiting rooms, by the minute. Everyone is sweating bullets throughout the duration of your stay, as Cero is always present to scrutinize everything each doctor and nurse does. When asked about it, he says you're overreacting about it and he's just there to be sure you won't make a scene.

Livius is, hilariously enough, in as shitty a mood as you are. He's an emotional sponge of a person, so he's going to be as uncomfortable and tired as you are. He's very worried, and less than composed about it, tearing up because humans are so weak. You're going to DIE. You're going to KEEL OVER AND DIE and he doesn't know what he's going to do- He might as well die too!! Please get this man a fucking breather or he will hyperventilate himself into a bed next to you. Your fate is almost entirely on your hands, as Livius will simply freeze and eerily wait for you to tell him what to do. He's very ominous and quiet when you're sick, it's as if his confidence vanishes in the blink of an eye, and he has this vacant look.

[artpoint420]

PART 2 FOR THE NERMAL-Draft for potential video?

This all started as a simple defense of Nermal. I like Nermal so I wanted to defend him. But I’ve stumbled across so much more. I was gonna go through the comics thoroughly like I did in the last post, but I'm taking a different approach now so bear with me.

In trying to work out who Nermal’s real owner is, I’ve discovered he doesn’t have an owner, but instead is contracted by some sort of agency.

Here I'll also go over why Nermal now acts the way he does. Let's get started.

Originally, Nermal was supposed to be the pet of Jon's parents who occasionally was dropped off to visit. However, I truly believe this isn't the case anymore. Not only is Nermal obviously absent from every episode and special taking place at Nermal's parents house, like the Christmas special in Garfield and Friends, but we know Jon's parents live a long drive away in the country. In most Garfield media now, Nermal isn't being dropped off at Garf's house but is walking there at his leisure. I just don't imagine Nermal doing this if he lived further away, especially during a hot summer or cold winter. So, we know Nermal lives in the town and not far away from Garfield. But who is his real owner?

Oddly enough, Nerma's owner isn't referred to as owner but master, which isn't so bizarre but sounds less personal and more formal. There's even more hints that Nermal doesn't have an owner he's close with like Jon is with Garfield. We can expect that Nermal lives a pretty bougie life with plenty of money and probably has an extremely nice place to live. So you must wonder why he insists on visiting Garfield as often as he can for as long as he can, so much so I believe he'd live there if he could. But why?

Simple, but it requires stepping away from the agency theory for a bit and doing some character analysis on Nermal. First point, it makes him more like Garfield. Nermal and Garfield may seem like opposites but in looking deeper, Nermal takes after Garfield, perhaps on purpose but not entirely but he does so because he wants all the attention. He wants the type of love and affection Garfield receives from Jon because he doesn't have a close pet-owner bond of his own. However, being raised in the show-biz, he extends this to wanting to be rich and famous. He already is somewhat but not nearly as much as Garfield despite the fact he does a lot to keep up his image and boost his popularity.

Yet Garfield is the ultra-beloved and popular star character despite being so lazy and gluttonous, meanwhile most of Nermal's screen time is him being abused and sent to the other part of the world when he doesn't want to go there. Thus he has some level of resentment towards Garfield as well, though their rivalry is a friendly one at the end of the day. But with this he not only has long stays at Garf's house so he can be taken care of by Jon and bug Garfield to play with him, but because he knows Garfield would rather him be far away from him.

This would also explain the more conniving side of his character that the Garfield show depicts. If everyone's gonna hate you despite emulating Garfield who everyone loves, you might as well stop playing so nice. Though I honestly believe that side of him is from Garfield's influence as well since Garfield himself has a more manipulative and mischievous side, especially when he was younger.

But bring it back to the big point of this post, I believe it's more likely Nermal is owned by an agency, maybe even the same agency that produces Garfield's shows (in universe.) He may not even have a stable home because he's being moved around constantly to fulfill the needs of the agency. With so little control over his own life, Nermal instead becomes obsessed with his own cuteness because that's the one trait the agency and other strangers love him for. He also becomes obsessed with comics because he is a comic.

The idea he's owned by an agency is not farfetched because most actors are owned by an agency and, well, Nermal is an actor. My headcanon is he was a stray abandoned by his cat parents as an een smaller kitten where someone in the agency found him and decided to exploit him for his cuteness. They allowed him to live with Jon's parents for a while but moved him elsewhere for convenience. Yet with that it's left him empty emotionally and seeking the love he doesn't get or was revoked of when you consider how much Jon's grandma loves cats.

Well, that's all my ideas as for the moments being. I'll probably do more in the future for other aspects of Nermal and just Garfield media but I think this approach let me say what I wanted to say more clearly. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!