#eating my scrumptious meal

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

HII just wanna let u know i cant stop thinking abt poppy and sally (and laughingstock ofc) and its ur fault!!! i love them sm!! ur brain is huge!!

!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!

[chaotictomtom]

guy who decided to eat last bits of comfort food knowing damn well it was the last ones and that once eaten. food is gone : nOOOOO COMFORT FOOD IS GOOOONE NO MORE COMFORT FOOD HOW DID THIS HAPPEN :(((((

[ihopeinevergetsoberr]

A quick meal

cw: shameless smut, no use of y/n, female anatomy for reader, desk sex, dirty talk, slightly rough(-ish)? perhaps??

word count: 1,5k

eng is not my first language, please inform me if you spot any mistakes!

Viktor always knew it’s what inside that counts. And so he counted. Every rich moan escaping your mouth, every squelch of the fondly fingered pussy — it’s every prominence, fold and flexure, and, of course — exactly how much pressure you prefer on your clit. Well, at least that explanation was the only reasonably-appearing one to you, because how the hell did he know how to make you cream his fingers in coats of delicious stickiness in exactly few minutes, the stretch of them so qualitative your throbbing walls could easily accept his cock with little to no effort put into penetration. He must have used an ungodly amount of diligence to develop this specific technique just for you — his precious, lecherous sweetheart. Your whimpers are a devil on his shoulder, distracting him from being a stern, dispassionate about anything except for his research man. That little temptation invited him into the warmth of your precious core instead. It kept luring in, filling his genius mind with dreamy filth. Besides: it’s so much better to be buried within the tightness of your cunt than within the loneliness of his lab, untouched and craving you in his arms so desperately. No, he most certainly would prefer the first option.

“Relax,” sultry whisper teases your ear, while the free from fucking into you hand crawled up, preliminarily teasing the swell of each breast on its way to your throat — to be wrapped around it like a pretty collar, securely tight, not firm enough to actually hurt, but to rather keep you in place, adding to the thrill, to the longing.

He rarely fucks you like this. Viktor’s never been a huge fan of quickies — he’s a taster at heart, thorough and passionate — a sloppy kiss here, a teasing lick there — working you up even when it’s not needed anymore, for the sake of pure entertainment — more his than yours, to be completely honest, but he would never willingly admit to that.

He likes to savour you, like a fresh fruit one’s supposed to eat slowly — painfully so, even, memorising the flavour in explicit detail, letting it engrave into the taste receptors.

But there’s cyanide even in the finest peaches. Eat too many — and you’re incapable of consuming anything anymore, death plastered across your gourmand-face. It takes around fifteen peach pits to kill a curious starved soul, after all.

So tonight Viktor stays away from the cyanide. He’s had enough ravishing for now, turning a solid number of your previous intercourses into love-making. He’s eager, and he’s treating you like a quick meal — totally different from his usual ‘eat-you up-like-you’re-the main course’ demeanour. Not that you mind, of course. Dining hastily has its charms too.

“Keep your legs spread for me,” the gentle demand continues to sting your ear, and as much as you’d love to comply — you simply can’t, trembling knees doing you no favours, allowing no small mercies.

“Darling?” he repeats, the sharpness of his ‘r’ a scrumptious scratch to your brain, turning you into a mess — nearly irreparable, matching the one you’ve turned his desk into once he bent you over it, capturing tightly between his erection and the hard wooden edge, kindly depriving you off the worries about your clothes getting in the way. So thoughtful of him.

Rolled up skirt rests on your lower back, exposing the plumpness of soft hips — so grabable, they’re practically begging for his attention, but he’s reluctant to pull the long fingers out of you just yet. You’re clenching around them so perfectly, blessing him with the privilege of feeling your every twitch.

The presence of your underwear doesn’t concern you anymore — it’s wrapped around your ankles, pretty lace occasionally tickling the skin, reminding of the abrupt harshness Viktor’s sinewy hands had ripped them off you with. So brusque when it comes to fucking you from behind that a mere touch feels rougher than the deepest of thrusts. Your pussy might be able to take him without turning into a mess, but your sanity? You wish he’d left you some, just the tiniest bit to at least obey him easily.

But not all wishes were meant to be fulfilled.

You mewl something hopelessly illegible as your words drown in your own moan, lewd sounds of his fingers parting the swollen folds of an already spent cunt louder than your actual voice. And suddenly body language is not a figurative concept anymore.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” the kind threat encourages hoarsely. “Or should I spread them for you?”

You can only squeeze out a nod. Viktor releases your neck with a sympathetic chuckle, and a deft hand grabs at your left calf, helping a trembling leg to step out of the damp lingerie, leaving it completely forgotten and lonely on the floor. You’ll collect it later: if only the dirty-minded inventor lets you, of course. Which was highly doubtful, since tucking your undergarments into a pocket of his dresspants started to really grow on him lately. The possibility of obstaclessly fucking you over another surface once you’re in private again is too tempting to be pushed away so fast.

You fall on his desk, cold wood a tough pillow to your flushed cheek. However the loving hand stroking at your flesh doesn’t move to proceed with complaisant ministrations on your right limb. The buckle of his belt jingles, unfastening, negligently joining your underwear on the floor. You quirk an inquisitive eyebrow, putting a rather pathetic effort into propping yourself up, searching for an explanation to his movements. But a rough palm falls on your lower back with a thump, firmly pacifying, practically smacking.

“Don’t move, dear,” he hisses, pulling his fingers out of you right before you got the chance to cum all over them. Scarily rigorous again. And vicious. But you don’t say that. It’s not like you’re able to talk coherently anyway.

Something — which you suspect to be his foot — persistently forces your legs out of the way, sprawling you more for his hungry gaze. The toe of his shoe roughly kisses each one of your heels, spreading you open, just as he’d promised.

“How rude!” you exclaim, voice dripping with fake resentment.

“Rude?” he laughs, and the next thing you feel is a caring peck on a shoulder, the sweet heat of his breath back where it belongs — teasing the shell of your ear. “Well, please excuse me this one whim, but can you really blame me? Besides, I suppose my… barbarism happened to be quite efficient.”

His tip is pressed against your entrance, slowly working its way inside, brushing a puffy labia on its way. You’re sure it’s leaking with precum for you already — it might be impossible to feel through the lavish wetness seeping out of you, but you know Viktor good enough to be certain of pearly bitterish liquid breaking out of his slit.

You don’t lack his fingers anymore — not when you’re about to be so much more palpably filled, the thickness of his cock irreplaceable with any amount of his phalanxes. An unsolved mystery for both of you. The one leading you to an embarrassingly primitive statement — whatever it is so special about him keeps you coming back for more.

“There was no need to be so ill-mannered. I could have spread my legs just perfectly fine,” you mutter a shameless lie, already expecting a protest.

“And from my expertise you weren’t exactly competent,” Viktor mocks with a tortuously handsome smirk, and you make a fatal mistake of looking over your shoulder right when his narrow hips thrust into yours, his length splitting you with a delicious burn. It takes away the remnants of your stamina. “Because trust me, I can tell when one’s incapable of standing on their own feet — let alone moving properly. Coming from an adept, figuratively speaking.”

He bends lower, warm dry lips pressed to the glistening sweat on your temple. He doesn’t rush to have his way with you anymore, hand found peace on your chin, tilting up, gently forcing a thumb into the open mouth. You greet it with a needy bite, a wordless plea to convince him to finally start pounding into you, to satisfy the body lusting for his steady thrusts.

“You’re quivering,” Viktor notes with a pensive hum. “Shall I proceed? You look like you’re in more need of a cane than I am, my darling. So wobbly.”

The plea-bite on his thumb quickly turns into a menacing one. Canine pierces the skin, earning a muffled against the mess of your hair ‘ouch’, demanding the heartily craved resumption.

“Am I pinned like this forever or are you done with the fucking drollery?”

A sultry laugh caresses your ear, and the throbbing cock inside you slips almost all the way out, leaving you clenching purely around the bulging tip.

“Save the swearing,” utters the pretty tempter.

A rough roll of his hips into yours. Ass bounces off his pelvis, the slap of skin against skin loud and resonant, mingling with your desperate gasp just perfectly. Has you seeing numerous sparks, mouth drops open in a breathless ‘yes’.

“That vocabulary is only appropriate for an orgasm.”

[maginxlia]

Starring Tokyo Revengers Men In ✰ Eating Out

Cast line up ✰ Ran, Rindou, Hajime, Haruchiyo, Mikey and Shuji

Rated TV-MA

Minors This Isn’t For You

Summary ✰ How the Men eat their favorite meal…. YOU! Kitty pleasing Fun Babes!

Only pronouns in here is Ran Referring to your kitty besides that No pronouns up in here but reader has a Kitty

Ran Haitani

✰ Self Proclaimed Pussy Eating Champ. He got a custom made shirt, Belt, and Bib with this on it

✰ He's not wrong tho, He's a pussy sucking G.O.A.T. Buy this man a cake

✰ Ran Never thought one pussy could have so much control over him but baby yours got him whipped

✰ Got Him coming early to wrap his lips around your clit

✰ He swears he can sense when your pussy throbbing for him. “She needs me,” Ran says as he puts on his suit Jacket. “Who needs you?” Rindou asked his older brother without thinking, “ Y/N pussy needs me bad!” Ran replies while walking out. Rindou was stuck in disgust, Ran even got Sanzu looking at him like he grew two heads

✰ If Ran’s driving with you in his car? He's telling you to finger yourself real quick because he wants to suck your juices off your fingers “I needed a refresher baby” Ran says before kissing the palm of your hand

Ran had you in the backseat of his car, You sat there with your legs open as he laid down on his passenger seat that he had leaned all the way back

Ran had his tongue between your folds lapping away without a care in the world, his fingers deep in you while you had your back pressed firmly against the backseat with nowhere to go

“Ahh Ran, That feels so good” you panted out as Ran sucked on your clit before swirling his tongue around

Your hands found their way into his hair making him groan on your pussy as you pulled him closer

Your body involuntarily grinding up into his mouth as he licked your clit so good you couldn't help but moan loudly while he added another of his fingers inside of you

“Ran, I'm going to cum baby” You try to say but everything was coming out of your mouth as a broken moan

Ran was practically french kissing your pussy as your legs shaked around his head, he grinned up at you while you orgasmed around his fingers

He greedily sucked down your juices before licking his fingers clean “ Always so Scrumptious for me, Baby. Want to taste yourself? He said while face to face with you, his lips wet from the meal he just enjoyed

“Mhmm” you moaned as he caught your lips in a kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth before breaking away “Let's get ready to go back in Before Rindou grows Suspicious” Ran said as he threw your clothes to you “Also Don't bother putting your panties back on” Ran singsonged as he smiled at you

Rindou Haitani

✰ Rindou could live and Die Between your thighs

✰ Your thighs squeezing his head as his tongue licks your clit in that rhythm you like so much?? He's done

✰ He daydreams about your pussy all the time, got Ran Talking about “Hello, is anybody home?” while waving his hand before Rindou's face. He got it bad

✰ Rindou can help but be addicted to the way you taste

✰ Pussy so good it turned the Youngest Haitani into a Fiend

✰ Rindou would Drive through the Rain, Sleet, and Snow just to get home to You and your delicious pussy

✰ Lay your pussy on his face he dares you, Rindou gonna have your hips trembling while you cum on his face as he groans under you

✰ Suffocate him with your pussy and he’ll die with a smile on his face

✰ Rindou the master tongue technician, Having you fucking his face for more “ Cum on my face doll” Rindou grunts out taunting you to rut your pussy against his tongue

You had your pussy hovering over Rindou's face as he laid under you with his tongue out ready to service you

“What the Hold up?” Rindou asks you quite agitated , “ I don't want to hurt you Rin” You answered him shyly. Rindou could only sigh, “You're not going to hurt me, You not sitting on my face is hurting me more than anything right now,” Rindou said to you while gently pinching your thighs “Now let me lick that pretty pussy the way you like it” He encouraged you

You sat on his face, your thighs encasing him as he began to devour your pussy, your shyness was replaced with pleasure while you moved your hips in a circular motion as Rindou sucked your clit making your whole body shake

“Fuck Rin, Feels so good” You moaned out while placing your hand on the wall, He slurped at you like a Man dying of thirst

Rindou's hands rested on your thighs as he laid his tongue flat against your clit. looking down at his eyes that were watching you with amusement, You couldn't help but fuck yourself on his tongue as you watched him watch you

You Ground your dripping pussy on his face getting caught in the bliss he was making you feel “Rin Just like that” you panted as you face fucked your man to your orgasm

Your whole body shook as you came hard on his face, Rin didn't miss a beat slurping up all the juices that flowed from you

“Rin, are you okay?” you bashfully asked as you raised yourself up from him. looking down you saw a gorgeous sight, Rindou's eyes full of lust and adoration.

“I feel fucking Perfect” he answered you before pulling your pussy back down to his mouth

Hajime Kokonoi

✰ You can't tell me this man who licks his tongue out all the time and is a big eater isn't good at slurp slurp 5,000.

✰ Hajime teases you and Himself by licking your clit through your panties

✰ Want you on the dinner table spread wide for him when he gets home Because your pussy is the main course for him

✰ He could live off your pussy juices alone

✰ His Tongue Flicking on your clit while he makes you shop for a new wardrobe for yourself, He won’t stop until you cum in his mouth and has Purchased an entire closet of new clothes

✰ Pussy taste so great He wants to reward you with a new Benz

✰ If you don't push him away as he overstims you with his tongue He'll buy you a brand new house “Just Let Daddy enjoy his meal” Hajime says while smiling into your pussy

✰ If he’s stressed at work, He calling you to his office to eat his worries away

Hajime had been eating your pussy for the past two hours as you sat in his office chair, Your body was tired but your spirit was willing to please your man and calm his stress

“Did you buy their whole winter collection Yet, Kitten?” Hajime asked you while his fingers rubbed your G Spot, “Mhmm Yes I did Koko, Thank you” you could barely answer him from moaning out

“Guess My Kitten can cum for the final time tonight,” Hajime said to you before blowing air on your poor tired clit sending shivers down your spine

Removing his fingers from your pussy he held them to your mouth for you to suck your juices off as he inserted his skilled tongue deep inside you making you whine around his fingers

He grabbed your hips pulling you down onto him so his tongue could fuck you better, His tongue curling inside of you making you grip his desk

He was relentlessly fucking you with his tongue at the same pace and rhythm he fuck your pussy with his dick

“Koko, ahh, soo close. Please don't stop” You whined out as he delicately rubbed your clit with his fingers

Hajime groaned loudly as you clenched hard around his tongue while you came , he was quick to suck up all your juices not leaving behind a single drop as you cried out in pleasure

“Kitten, What colour you said you wanted that car again hmm? Hajime asked you while laying his head on top your knee

Haruchiyo Sanzu

✰ Haruchiyo gets withdrawals if he hasn't tasted your pussy all day

✰ Man wakes you up before he Leaves in the morning just to eat you out nice and good because in his words “ With your taste on my tongue I can do any fucking thing”

✰ Your pussy Juices drive him wilder than any drug can

✰ Got you coming over before Bonten Meetings so he can slurp you up

✰ Licks pussy like his life depends on it and he knows how to do tricks with his tongue

✰ Haruchiyo constantly thinking about getting his tongue pierced for your pleasure but forgoes it Because he can't stop eating your pussy long enough for it to properly heal

✰ He Looks so Pretty Between your legs eating you out, his pupils blown while he looks up at you through those long eyelashes

✰ He's bored? Happy? Stressed? He eating your pussy

Haruchiyo had himself seated on the floor before you while you sat on the couch, he held your legs open while he licked your pussy so tenderly

He licked your clit slowly before looking up at you “ So fucking Sexy, Taste so good” He groaned out while palming himself through his pants

He lowered his head back down to your pussy so his mouth could work miracles on you. He licked long stripes on your clit before he went back to sucking on you gently

His actions were making you arch against the couch as you looked down at him, his eyes staring up at you while he pulled your folds apart to get better access to your clit

He was licking a novel onto your clit with the way his tongue moved on you, the only noises to fill the room were your moans and the noise from Haruchiyo savoring you

“Haru, Looks so Pretty eating my pussy” you moaned out while moving his hair from his face making him moan against your clit

With the pressure and pleasure of his tongue on you, you couldn't stop yourself from cumming hard in his mouth

If it hadn't been for him holding your thighs open you would've trapped his head between your legs. He licked you clean of your juices before placing a kiss on your clit

“That was fucking Hot,” Haruchiyo said before getting off the floor and dropping his pants, “Get ready baby, I'm not done yet” He groaned out to you while smiling

Manjiro “Mikey” Sano

✰ Manjiro Has you saved in his phone as sweet thing and its nothing innocent

✰ See He constantly craves your pussy, Your pussy is easily his favorite thing to eat more than Dorayaki itself

✰ He makes you wear Skirts and Dresses without panties so your pussy is easily accessible to him

✰ Eats you out wherever and whenever he pleases. In the back seat of his car while Sanzu chauffeurs you two around? In his Office? In a private booth at the club? He doesn't give a damn as long he gets his fill of you

✰ He is so mean about it, Blames you for tasting so delicious

✰ Can, and will eat your pussy for Hours. He doesn't care if you're overstimulated. he's still hungry for you

✰ Manjiro Only stopping when he's fully satisfied and has consumed enough of your sweet Juices to fuel him

Manjiro currently had you on your back on the plush carpet of his penthouse with your legs folded up to your chest so that your ass was up towards him as his tongue fucked inside your tender wet pussy

Your poor pussy was already sore from all the orgasms he gave you earlier tonight from all the sucking and licking he did to your clit

The position he had you in was hard for you to hold and it also was difficult for you to breathe but that only amplified your pleasure as Manjiro's fingers rubbed small circles on your clit

His eyes were blown with lust as he bobbed his head up and down to fuck you thoroughly on his warm tongue

His arms wrapped around your waist to hold you steady and make your legs fall closer to your chest while he pulled his tongue out of you “Just wanted a deeper taste of you, Hope you can Handle this baby” He darkly chuckled at you while his hair covered his eyes

As his tongue entered back into your pussy, your body trembled “ Ahh so deep” you could barely moan out while his tongue dig deeper into your soft hole

You knew at this rate you will be cumming on his tongue but you didn't care, you were too busy being hypnotised by the way his tongue fucked in and out of you

He didn't stop his pace when he felt you cumming around his tongue, His tongue fucked you through your orgasm before he pulled his tongue out of you laying it flat against your clit while he admired your fucked out face

Manjiro Let go of you. Allowing your body to fall out of the position he was holding you in for you to lay limp against the plush carpet

“Rest up. I'm still Hungry.” He said before he petting your pussy as he got up off the floor leaving you to close your eyes if Only for a minute

(Bonus) Shuji Hanma

✰ He Denies the fact that he wakes up with the taste of your pussy on his mind

✰ Shuji teases the fuck out of you by licking his tongue out talking about “ I know you wet right now, want me to lick you clean babe??”

✰ The Moment He sees your pussy his mouth is watering and his dick on hard

✰ Pussy eating Menace, Knows when you're close to cumming but pull his head away before you have the chance to cum in his mouth

✰ Want you to shove his head back down between your legs in frustration cause that shit so hot to him

✰ He Knows how to make you cream hard on his tongue so don't worry he'll make you cum when he's ready

✰ Shuji Knows your pussy in and out, “After All why shouldn't I?? Your pussy Belongs to me” Shujji says while laughing at you after teasing the hell out of your pretty pussy

You whine after Shuji Denies your orgasm for the third time tonight, His fingers in you curling slowly as you try to grind against his hand for some much needed friction

“Fuck! Shuji let me cum please” You cry out as tears of frustration pricked your eyes, your left hand teasing your nipple while your right hand on top of Shuji's head pushing him back on your pussy

He Lands a soft spank to your pussy while grinning “Patience Babe, Patience” He says before clearing his throat “ I always make you scream my name in the end” He grunts out as he lowers his face down to your pussy

His tongue licked your swollen clit as his long skilled fingers curled inside you reaching that place that always makes you whine

You couldn't help but raise your body off the mattress while Shuji licked patterns on your clit before delicately sucking on your hard bud making your thighs shake around his head

He could only laugh into your pussy, the sensations driving you even closer to the edge while you said his name like a prayer “ Shuji Shuji Shuji please Shuji please” fell off your lips so effortlessly

His tongue and Fingers didn't halt as he felt you were close to cumming, his golden eyes staring up your face while you came hard around his fingers and mouth as he lapped up your juices

Pulling his fingers free from your weeping pussy you couldn't help but wet your lips with anticipation, “Lemme taste” you moaned out

“Oh you will be tasting yourself soon enough,” Shuji said as he wiped your juices on his hard dick

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[eydi-andrius]

Don't Get Sad, Get Even

warnings: cussing, implied infidelity/cheating word count: 743 words summary: You and your House Dressed Up for Revenge. This fic is highly inspired by Taylor Swift's new song "Vigilante Shit" from her new album Midnights. Unedited fic cuz I just want to write it out. divider from @firefly-graphics

Aemond Targaryen has been called the younger version of his uncle Daemond Targeryen but more callous and reckless.

A foolish one-eyed fool, they said. His reputation precedes him — really. And everyone would agree that he was following his uncle’s footsteps heedfully. Aside from his bloodlust, he is also following him when it comes to marriage. The same way his uncle disregarded his bronze wife and claimed that the sheep were prettier to fuck.

He is treating me, his lady wife, the same worst way. But much more shameful, as he brought back a pregnant whore with him from Harrenhal. He never cleared the rumors that the child might possibly be his bastard.

And to add insult to the wound, he brought her to the private dinner which was supposed to be for the family of the King only.

The moment my house found out about what happened, they were seething and so was me.

Maybe —  it was now time to put the Targaryen men to their rightful place.

“Final tribute!” Your husband said as he raised his cup. He banged the table before standing up, taking everyone’s attention to him.

The tension in the air was palpable. You could almost taste it. His tribute came out as a shock as no one expected him to speak anymore, as giving tribute already ended earlier. 

However, contradicting some of the rumors, you knew your dear husband more than anyone in this room. 

Probably, even more than his mother.

The giggle Lucerys made while the pig was served in front of Aemond wasn’t missed by your sharp eye. 

You saw that the little chuckle wasn’t also missed by your prince and he gave his nephew a challenging stare which was not taken seriously by the young boy who continued to laugh.

“To the health of my nephews: Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them, handsome, wise...Strong.”

Before the blacks opened their mouths to protest, you also raised your cup and stood up. “And let’s also drain our cup, for the cooks who prepared this wonderful….pig. This is the best pig recipe I’ve ever tasted in my life. What a wonderful day it is to gather here and eat scrumptious meals, especially, this pig.” You said with confidence and a wide grin adorning your face.

You specifically said the word pig over and over to make an obvious point that he doesn’t have the right to be mad on this peaceful night. 

You are mad. You are furious.

And you will not let him get away from this. It was your honor that was tarnished. It was your house’s name on the line. Not consummating a wedding can be forgiven.

But what he did tonight will not be dismissed. He will pay for the shame and hatred. All of it.

Even without looking, you've heard Daemond’s boisterous laugh and Aegon’s snickers. The smile you gave them in return was nothing but polite.

In the corner of your eye, you can see the worried scowl adorning the Queen’s face, Princess Rhaenyra’s sigh and Otto’s exasperation while draining his own cup.

Meanwhile, your prince was still standing when you already decided to sit down. He was staring at you now with that cold eyes of his. 

As a final insult, you just tipped your goblet in his direction and drank it without stopping — without removing your eye contact with him.

Remember, you will pay.

You didn’t flinch when he threw his goblet to the ground and walked away from the hall. The lady, Alys, followed him obediently. Like a fool that she is for accepting an invitation that she shouldn’t be in, in the first place.

The Queen Alicient dismissed the servant who poured another wine on your goblet. “Do you really have to do that? With all of these people?” “My grace…… your son is just the second prince who has no land under his name. 

I am an heir.

So yes, if I have to make a point that I am no lady nor a house to be trampled upon, then I would. I will….

This…. will be the last time your son will bring forth shame to my house. 

I can end things as easily as this agreement started.

Remember that. My queen.”

You smiled and tipped your goblet before drinking its contents. This is just the start of the war Prince Aemond had started between you two. And may the strong house….wins.

[eggtartz]

ALIN YOUR WRITING IS PERFECT!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Could we have Chifuyu, Shinichiro, Mikey and Kazutora protecting the reader from perverts?

a/n : waittt my writing is still far from perfect 😭 but still thankyou for the compliment i just woke up so this made me smile a lot <333 thankyou for requesting anonnie and enjoy 🫶🏻

cw : sexual harassment, mentions of blood, violence

masterlist

manjiro sano

- oh the harasser would be in very, very bad luck it seems

- you two just got done with another meeting of toman and mikey had changed his clothing, mikey said he was hungry for dessert

- so you two went to the mall where his favorite dessert store was

- he was excited upon seeing the scrumptious dessert that he accidentally let go of your hand and helped himself, selecting the dessert himself

- what he didn't noticed was how a group of men have been eyeing you from afar, specifically looking under your skirt while laughing. they've been closing their distance slowly too

- boldly, one of them tried groping your ass, the action going unnoticed by you until his wrist got twisted

- "try that again, i dare you" mikey said with empty eyes. mikey kept twisting his hand until he heard a crack, making the group scatter away

- "mikey did you just-?"

- "no worries bubs, he just cracked a bone. now, let's go pick some dessert!"

kazutora hanemiya

- kazutora had a lot of regular visits that comes to see him at juvana and one of those regular visitors are you

- you have bought him a lot of meals from home, or trinkets that reminds him of him, subtlety a way to tell him to come home soon and stay out of trouble

- but does kazutora follows them? no, no he doesn't.

- and he would risk everything to defend you including hitting the skull of some men that has been talking ill about you

- talk shit about him all they want, he doesn't care. but talking about you in a filthy way? kazutora doesn't allow that

- "say hanemiya your cute girlfriend there comes everyday eh? think we could share her?" he laughed

- his head ended up getting multiple hits on the concrete wall of the cell, kazutora stopping only because the officer held him back

- "i'll kill you, i'll kill you" kazutora said with bloodshot eyes, his hands bloody and the wall bloody too

chifuyu matsuno

- he had an exhausting day at the pet shop and the only thing that kept him at bay was your smile while you were assisting him

- kazutora couldn't come in today so you took his place, hoping to help your boyfriend as well as you could

- although your short skirt has been nothing but a distraction to him and also some of his customers. it wasn't too short however the wind from the ac blasting into the store made the skirt hitched.

- you were intending to change to wear trousers but your home was a bit far from the shop and you felt it was troublesome plus the shop was about to close so you endured the best you can

- you tried bringing down your skirt a lot only for it to hitch up again

- chifuyu that notices your discomfort walks over and ties his jacket around your waist

- he gave you an assuring smile and went back to the counter, a man standing there gawking at you. he didn't even noticed chifuyu in front of him

- "excuse me, if you have no business instead of gawking at that employees skirt, i suggest you get out. and maybe don't come back" chifuyu said with a monotone voice, his words attracting disgusting stares from the other customers there

- they started whispering at each other about the perverted customer that he left without a word, hurriedly

- "you're good, don't worry" he mouthed at you before continuing his work

shinichiro sano

- the man was tinkering an engine his customer just send in, and his hands were busy

- you bought a bento box for him because you knew the man would overwork himself, him not even realizing it

- "oh thankyou honey, wanna eat together and help me out a bit?"

- "but i don't know these kind of stuff.."

- "don't need to honey, just lend me the tools when i ask you. okay?"

- "okay!" you two sat there on the floor, eating the bento box you have packed, rice with fish with side dishes.

- after eating the meal, you sat on a stool beside your boyfriend who gave you instructions to lend him multiple tools like a wrench, a screwdriver

- "but love this isn't a screwdriver.."

- "it isn't?!"

- while shinichiro was busy tinkering away, you have moved somewhere else to search for what shinichiro needed

- you bent down and found the item only for you to bump on a chest after that. your body grew stiff, reading that isn't your boyfriend

- "what are you doing here sweetpea? lost? want me to help you hm?" he tried to grab your hand but you accidentally swung the tool you had in your hand while screaming

- shinichiro came to look when he heard your scream and saw the man's head bloody and him wincing in pain "damn you psycho!" he said

- you explained the situation to shin, him nodding a lot and he felt guilty afterwards, that he wasn't there to protect you

- he started hiring his ex gang members as employees since that for.. safety precautions

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Lunch Break

Warnings: Mommy!kink, face sitting, dom!kitten, sub!reader, established relationship, roleplay, spitting, pure filth, degradation, smothering, oral (f!receiving), Kitten is fully transitioned, titty sucking, use of toys, smut smut smut

Summary: After forgetting to pack a lunch for work, Kitten fulfills your tasteful needs.

Hearing your footsteps run up the stairs, Kitten presumed her position on the sofa. It all started with one simple text.

"Babe I left my lunch at work. I'll be home soon <3"

She had done her makeup exquisitely seductive, her baby blue lingerie curving down her hips, pressing her small breasts up. 

Dabbling lip gloss onto her plump lips, she glanced down at the alarm clock on the bedside table, realizing you should be home any minute now.

“Kitten I-“ Your words abruptly faltered when you saw sight of your girlfriend splayed out on the sofa, one nude leg over the other, taking in her breathless figure while her crystal blue eyes impended onto you, smirking slightly at your loss for words.

“What’s the matter princess? Does a little kitty have your tongue? Kneel.” Closing the door you did as she said, tossing your purse to the side, your undivided attention only on her.

Your pussy started throbbing in anticipation, the heat rising and warming the insides of your thighs.

She pursed her lips, noticing how your bottom lip was quivering and that spark in your desperate eyes, you needed her, craved her.

She stood powerfully in a dominant stance, fingers brushing over the smoothe skin of your delicate cheek. 

Her fingers trailed down her legs, grazing up to the fabric of her lingerie,

“Mommy, has lunch all prepared for you. On your hands and knees now dearie. Crawl to me.” Without any hesitations, your knees went limp.

Her pretty pussy glowed deliciously, already dripping with her sweet glistening slick.

"Open." Sticking out your tongue, you stared up into her folds with eager, desperate eyes, wanting to taste every inch of her, make her feel good. Slowly, she lowered herself down, her juicy lips enveloping your nose as you breathed in her sweet aroma, bathing in her cunt.

"Show mommy what that endearing little tongue can do princess, hm?" Nodding underneath her sex frantically, your tongue glided between her scrumptious folds, d, sucking slightly on the squishy skin, pursing your lips with desirable intentions. Kitten released a lustful, proud moan as she rolled her head back deliriously, so proud of her little dove. So pretty and willing to be smothered by her pussy, so eager to please her, always.

Your tongue twirled around her hole teasingly, causing kitten to smack your breast beneath her, making your body jolt in surprise. Their was pain but the need to please her consumed you more, if you needed to be punished Kitten was never shy in doing so, that was just a taste of what was to come if you didn't listen to her.

"I said to show me what that tongue to do-" She lifted herself slightly above your head, your eyes gleaming with starvation as they were locked on her pussy, needing to eat her out like it was your last meal.

Here eyebrow perked up when she glanced down at your, eyes squinting.

"Show me how much you appreciate me, or maybe I will just have to go change and you can stay kneeling while I use you as my fucking foot rest-" You shook your head vigorously, not wanting to upset her. She always gave you everything and she did not like to be teased.

Flipping her blonde curls, she sat back down on your delectable tongue, enjoying the view of your face smothered beneath her sweet sex, feeling you inhale through your nose her alluring fumes while your tongue licked precariously fast just the way she looked it, dipping the tip into her succulent hole.

Her fingers skimmed the smooth skin of your chest as she praised you, stopping at the hardness of your rounded nipples, tugging and twisting at the delicate skin, in turn receiving a slight screech that vibrated her pussy lips.

"Keep going dearie, doing so well for me.." Her fingers trailed lower, gliding between your wet, tussled folds, sliding her finger in a for split second only to stop when you moaned, she didn't want to give you too much pleasure already. You feasted upon her like this was the last meal you'd ever receive, worshiping her pussy with every glide of your tongue, hands layed flatly and obediently on the carpeted floor just the way she liked. She sat on your face, filing her nails acting as if you weren't doing anything, humming a melodic tune before rolling her hips aggressively, demanding more attention from you.

"Faster darling, you're hardly pleasuring me..." Speeding up, you rotated between sucking at her throbbing clit and dancing your tongue between her delectable folds, needing to taste more and more of her. You could feel the heat building inbetween your folds, Kitten noticing the shimmering slick pooling out, causing a smirk to spread across her face.

As you continued to eat her out, her fingertips slid down your naval, rubbing gently at your engorged clit, dipping a finger in your aching cunt before pulling out and smacking a sharp slap over you needy pussy when she no longer felt your tongue lapping underneath her.

You screeched from the sudden blow to your sensitive skin while she grabbed you by the hair, dragging you to the bedroom and tossing you onto the pink, fluffy duvet.

"Stay." She strided toward the love drawer confidently while you whimpered on the mattress.

"Show me your wrists darling." You obeyed her immediately, skin sweating from the rising anticipation in your soaked cunt. She tied the small of your wrists together expertly, this wasn't her first rodeo with you. She yanked at the cuffing, ensuring the bindings were tight but not too tight that it would cut off circulation.

She didn't say a word, causing you to feel smaller from her dominant, yet silent presence. She slid her panties down, waving them in your face, your eyes hypnotized by the attractive but cute fabric before she stuffed them in your mouth to shut you up.

"This is what happens when you don't listen, darling." She picked up a box from the floor, your eyes widening when she pulled out a large pink strap on nearly 3 inches thick and 7 inches long. She only used this when you were a really, really bad girl, know this was the perfect toy that would have you begging and screaming for her permission to cum.

Her hands slapped your thighs apart before slapping your cunt making you jilt up from the pleasurable pain. She was and always will be intoxicatingly sexy when she used an advantage to her power.

"Open up, I wanna see that pretty pussy stretch for mommy." All you could do was whine behind the gag as she began to thrust the tip in, not being gentle about it. She watched your aching cunt accomodate around the large size, seeing the beautiful hole stretch beyond belief as your inner walls clenched to it.

She grasped your bindings, forcing your nearly lifeless body on top of her as she pounded up into you relentlessly.

"Be a good girl and suck on mommy's breasts, maybe it'll be the one thing you don't fuck up since you are such a spoiled brat any other time of the day." Your lips clasped around her nipple eagerly, sucking and sucking with a forefullness until she yanked you by the strands of your, forcing your head sideways as her crystal blue eyes impended into your soul, leaving no room for argument.

"Gentle love, we both know mommy feeds you well." You slowed down the rolls of your tongue, the suction of your lips as you danced around her hardened globes gracefully. God you were such a sight for sore eyes.

She bottomed out into you, rutting into your slippery cunt like a dog in heat, the humming of your moans against her breast bringing an intensified pleasure to her.

The toy rubbed frantically against that deep, sensitive sweet spot that Kitten knew all to well. Your lips removed from her nipples, connecting to her enticing throat, leaving little marks, praising her she she deserved for putting up with your shit.

"Oh my, sweet, sweet girl." Kitten chuckled, her heart tickled by your loyalty and how desperate you were for her, she couldn't hold back from biting her lip before shoving you back down onto your beck, her hand gliding down your naval before forcing a a striking thrust into your tight hole, making your eyebrows furrow together in an insatiable, pathetic plea for more.

She ripped the gag from your lips, tossing the panties over her shoulder like they were nothing, completely entranced by your submissiveness.

"Mommy I-I'm going-I-I want to-" Her cock bottomed out in you, the plastic toy hitting against your cervix while your breasts bounced fiercely, ankles locking behind her back. She merely smirked, hands wrapping around your sensitive shaking thighs pulling closer and closer, skin slapping against hers with each thrust.

"Use your big girl words darling." Your eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowing from the over stimulation, lips completely agape. Her little baby, such a good girl for her always her. She watched her cock be swallowed up by your tight pussy, already noticing the creamy liquid leaking from your cunt around her, but she had a rule.

"Please, please, please can I cum?! Oh fuck..." Your eyes glanced down at her completely dominating your aching pussy before glancing back up at her eyes beading with desperation, sweat forming on your scalp as you tried to wait for her approval.

"Just a little longer sweetheart. Can you do that for mommy?" Her seductive, bright blues eyes focused on you intently. The velvet padding of her thumbs rubbing roughly over your clit, caressing the overstimulated skin with intent of making you more desperate than you already were.

You shook your head vigorously no, eyes tied down to her experienced and dominant movements. She owned your tits, your tummy, your ass, your pussy, every single part of you.

"Hmmm, I supposed you've been good enough...Cum for me darling." You need any further permission, the floodgates flushing open as you drenched the toy, your slick swaying down onto the lower part of tummy, rushing down onto her light hair, making it a sticky mess.

You moaned and moaned her name loudly, thanking her for allowing such a treasurable moment, a euphoric feeling when she could have simply said no.

She didn't waste a moment, before flipping you over, forcing your head between her thighs, their grip tightening around your temple while your face was buried in her cunt, nearly suffocating you.

"My turn darling. Get that pretty little tongue to work."

[spamhamandeggs]

It’s an Honor to Be Your Feedee

Dear Feeder,

It’s such an honor to be your feedee. I may not be the biggest or hungriest, yet of all the people out there, you choose to feed me. That’s really special.

I’m so amazed when you cook a humongous meal for me. I see how much time and effort you put into it, and it’s so touching that it’s all for me. It’s my duty to eat well and enjoy the fruits of your loving labor, and I need to show you how much I appreciate it, because I can’t help but feel that I’m getting the better end of the bargain.

My heart stopped when I saw the first big dinner you made for me. It hit me that you genuinely do want to feed me. I have this strange, weird fetish, and you don’t just tolerate it, you share it with me. It hit me then that my fantasy will come true, that together we will grow my body round, soft, and fat.

I love that you choose to keep feeding me. Every meal, it’s my pleasure to honor you by eating every scrumptious bite. It’s such a comfort how you help me finish, gently ensuring that I gorge to your satisfaction. And nothing brings me more satisfaction than hearing you say that you’re proud of me for eating so much.

It’s been hard for me to accept such love and dedication. Yet as I’ve grown from plump to fat and beyond, it has become impossible for me to deny. I can remind myself of your genuine affection with a simple glance in the mirror or pat on my belly. Now I know that my expanding heftiness reflects only a fraction of how much you care for me.

I love how happy you are when you grab a handful of flab and jiggle me. It fills me with joy to see how pleased you are with every new clothing size that gets too tight for me. I love showing you any way I can how your hard work is paying off. It is my great privilege to gain weight for you, and it is my greatest honor to be your feedee.

Gratefully, Your Growing Feedee

[g1rlysh1tp0st1ng]

low calorie meals and snacks for y’all <3

breakfast: (normally i skip, but when i don’t this is one of the most fulfilling)

one egg, scrambled, no milk 🍳 106 cals

6 sliced strawberries 🍓 35 cals

total cals = 141 cals

for me this is such a filling meal!!! the egg provides some protein that helps you stay full for longer. i lightly salt and pepper my egg for a little extra flavor. i also slice the strawberries very small so that it takes me longer to eat them.

lunch: (lunch is my favorite meal because i always get to choose what im having)

3 cups of raw spinach 🥬 21 cals

3 oz of chicken, grilled (seasoned) 🐓 128 cals

1/4 cup of shredded carrots 🥕 20 cals

squeeze of lemon 🍋 0 cals

toss as a scrumptious salad. im a picky eater so this is how i eat my salads and it is so so yummy! season your chicken with a small bit of cajun seasoning to make it really flavorful. sometimes if i am in need of a crunch i will crush up a ritz cracker and toss with it.

total cals = 159 cals

dinner:

one slice of keto bread 🍞 35 cals

5 pieces of thin sliced turkey 🦃 62 cals

one slice of tomato 🍅 ~ 3-13 cals

6 slices of cucumber 🥒 5 cals

one cup of white cheddar popcorn 🍿 70 cals

total cals = 175 to 185 cals

assemble the bread, turkey, tomato, and cucumber into a sandwich. i use great value smoked turkey breast, lewis 35 white bread, and smart food popcorn.

hope you guys enjoy if you try these out!!!

peace and love friends 🫶

[liminalpebble]

Stray: Part 6

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Stray: Part 6

Loki waited patiently in the sepia and golden glow of the cozy little café, then jumped to his feet as he saw you walk in. He stood up, waving and smiling eagerly, welcoming you to a little table for two where candles had been lit and the steaming food had just arrived.

He kissed your hand and pulled your chair out in a bafflingly archaic display of chivalry.

“Th...thank you, Mr...I actually don't think I got your name.”

“Ah! Of course. I'm Henry. Thank you so much for joining me. I hope you don't mind, but I know you don't have much time so I ordered for us in advance.”

“Wow! This looks incredible!” you exclaimed. Your eyes lit up like a child on Christmas as you saw the most scrumptious-looking grilled cheese and tomato soup. “You must have read my mind. I love a grilled cheese and tomato soup on a dreary day.”

Henry gave a wry grin, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “Good intuition, I suppose.”

An effervescent giggled escaped your lips. You couldn't believe the absurdity of this situation; sitting here in your uniform, a threadbare sweater over you shoulders, opposite a modern prince charming eating in a cafe far beyond anything you could afford.

“Please,” he said, delighted by your delight, “Dig in.”

You hummed in pleasure as you took a crispy bite of the golden sandwich dipped in the silky soup. You had no idea such a simple meal could be a gourmet cuisine with the right preparation.

Loki's heart fluttered as he looked up to see your doe eyes go wide. “This...this is the best soup I've ever had in my life! Thank you Mr....Thank you, Henry.”

'Henry' nodded his his lovely blond head as he replied, “My pleasure.”

“So,” you began uncertainly, “You seem to have a few accurate impressions of me. May I know a bit more about you?”

“I would venture to say that I don't know nearly enough about you, darling.”

you could feel the blood warming in your cheeks. “I really don't know that there's much to say. Frankly, I'm pretty confused by your attention. You're handsome and suave and...well, I'm sure you know all that. Men like you usually know very well where they stand in those matters. I'd like to know about you beyond that.”

There are no men like me. He thought; a faint hint of his dormant arrogance rearing up. However, he did feel the slightest prick of a wound, not because you mistook him for a simple human, but because you said it with so much suspicion. Although Loki was dying for you to trust him, he couldn't blame you really. He was literally deceiving you right now. You were certainly intelligent enough to be weary of the intentions of attractive men. It was actually admirable. Not everyone could keep their wits about them when the silver-tongued god of charm engaged them.

“I don't think you give yourself enough credit, but I can also see that you don't enjoy talking about yourself.”

“Correct,” you confirmed with a laugh, deflecting. “So...with a lovely accent like that, I'm guessing you aren't from around here?”

“Uh...no,” he said dabbing his face with a napkin. “In my youth I spent a good deal of time in Norway with my family. The people there were very hospitable. Eventually, we migrated to England. Our Scandinavian friends took us with them, in a sense, but that was all a very long time ago and I've traveled around since then. What about you? I'm sure you have an interesting story of your own.”

Hmm. You thought, Undeterred, are you?

Unable to meet his penetrating gaze, you stared into your soup. “Not particularly. I'm from a big city in the Midwest. Came to the coast to get my degrees and I've been here ever since, hoping I could get a career as an academic but clearly...”, you gestured down to your uniform, “that hasn't exactly worked out.”

When you met his eyes again he seemed so sad. “It really is terrible, isn't it? That women face so many barriers. But I do hope things are changing...especially for you.”

You smiled with a tired sort of hope. “Me too. I just keep trying...trying to stay brave and stay kind.”

“Yes...I can see that.” he said with a warm expression. “Don't you miss it? Your hometown. Your friends, family?” After a beat and a quizzical raise of his eyebrows... “Boyfriend?”

You took a sip of your water to delay answering. “No...heh. No boyfriend, and I...don't really have any close friends. The other girls, my coworkers, they invite me out and they're very sweet. Sometimes I go, but I just don't...I don't know...fit in. My family doesn't speak to me. See, I wasn't supposed to go off and get diplomas. I was supposed to get married and make babies, according to them. That wasn't what I wanted, so...”

“Ah,” he said knowingly, “It's never easy when families make us feel like a disappointment for simply following our own compass. Mine does the same.”

Your eyebrows peaked in surprise, “You? A disappointment? Those must be some very odd standards your family has if they consider you a disappointment. I can't wrap my head around that.”

“Nor can I in your situation, dear lady.” He tilted his head thoughtfully, a sadness behind his pretty eyes. “I suppose we're both strays then?”

You nodded pensively. Your itching curiosity finally got the better of you as you asked, “Henry, this will probably sound like a pretty selfish questions, but...What is it about me that you could possibly notice that impressed you enough to do this for me? I just can't understand.”

He took a deep breath and swirled his wine, searching for a way to say something deeply true but wrapped in a lie of omission. Then he said sincerely, “I noticed, on several occasions, that you were kind, and clever, and unique, and funny. Even working in a soulless place that wants to crush that out of you. It takes a quiet kind of strength to remain yourself, and that's a much more challenging feat of strength than the more obvious sorts. Persisting like that is hard. It's one of the hardest things in the universe.”

“Thank you. That's extremely flattering of you to say, and so poetically too, but it can't be that unusual.”

“Believe me, darling. I've been everywhere. I'm older than you'd think. I assure you that it is very very rare.” He leaned closer, those bright eyes never leaving you. “You are very very rare. The only one of your kind,” he said, almost whispering as he gently took your hand.

“Oh! Your poor hands are freezing,” you said cradling his in both of yours and rubbing gently.

Loki chuckled hard with amusement. “Oh sorry darling. It's nothing, I promise. I just tend to run cool. I assure you, it doesn't bother me. I actually quite like crisp weather.”

You kept your palms pressed against his beautiful hand, feeling utterly unable to let go now that you'd had the chance to touch him. To your surprise and delight, his lovely fingers curled around yours.

You were speechless under his spell, only able to think, Say something say something say something goddamn it say something!

“Ah well, you're in the right place then. Chilly and rainy seems to be what this city specializes in. I hate it though,” you added shivering into your ratty sweater. “I get cold so easily.”

You cringed a little, feeling like you'd settled on the dullest kind of small talk. You stared down at your now-empty plates but you could feel his perceptive gaze boring into you. Suddenly, the clock chimed one and you jumped up.

“Oh! I'm so sorry to run off but I really need to clock back in now. Thank you so much, Henry. This was so lovely. Um...can I leave some cash for my part?”

He shook his head in abject confusion. “No! No no. My treat, darling, remember?” he said softly as he rose, helping your into your coat. He was so close. You could smell his fresh cologne again, the press of his large hands as he draped your coat gently over your shoulders. “But, in return, might I be so bold as to ask for your phone number?”

He brought out a little note pad of luxurious green paper and a pen, and you gladly scribbled your name and number on it, hands almost shaking too much to make it legible.

He purred out the syllables of your name with satisfaction, then said, “I'll call you soon?”

You gasped out a breathy, “Yes! Yes please. Thank you for everything.”

He nodded to you as you backed out through the door waving your hand (and bumping into a table). You hustled back to punch the clock, a couple minutes late but still on cloud 9.

----

Loki was feeling equally blissful, sitting for a long moment after you'd left, enjoying the scent of your perfume lingering behind you; violets and lavender. His hand still felt warm from your touch. He had only had one glass of wine, but he was already feeling tipsy from this lovely little time with you. Lost in his thoughts, he hatched another plan to make you smile, and jumped up to complete it before he would have to go back to your shared home and his feline form.

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As you slid your punch card into the clock the next morning you felt a strange mix of emotions; still high off of your incredible little date and Henry's company, but hesitant to put too much into it. You felt the strain of uncertainty and a very familiar reluctance towards trust. It felt like that long moment of tension when the cart has finished climbing the first hill of a rollercoaster and has yet to plunge. Waiting for either a thrilling or terrifying drop was eating at your usually strong patience.

You weren't sure if he would call that evening. You assumed he wouldn't that night since it had only been a few hours and...what was the etiquette anyway? To wait a few days? You had no idea. Dating was far outside your area of expertise. But you did take comfort in how extra affectionate your little black feline companion was being.

Loki was anxious for you to come home that evening, noticing you were a bit later than usual. You swung in the door all blushing cheeks and smiling, raindrops clinging to your hair and making it glitter, those adorable apples of your cheeks rising in glee. He began to purr you stroked his fur, thrilled to see you again though it had only been a few hours.

“Sorry I'm late, Loki,” you soothed as he meowed pitifully. “I didn't mean to make you nervous. I had to stop at the library.” Looking over to where you had set two thick volumes on the counter, he noted the titles. A History of Norway and Introductory Norwegian.

He grinned irrepressibly (as much as a cat can grin) at the sweet curiosity of his mortal. She wanted so much to learn and to see the world, and of course, also to know a bit more about her dashing stranger. Don't worry, little mortal, he thought, I'll show you such exquisite places over all the nine realms. Loki was actually rather proud of himself that he hadn't technically lied, and learning about Scandinavia would, in fact, teach her a good deal about him and where he had spent so much time on this planet before.

His heart sank, though, as he sat in her lap. His tail twitched anxiously as her eyes kept wondering towards her silent phone and her initial glee turned to frustration. Loki was dying to call her, to alleviate her worries that 'Henry' wasn't interested. She stroked and scritched his shiny coat as she confided in him with a sigh.

“He was so so sweet, Loki. I want to believe him. He seemed sincere, but a man like that? Going for a girl like me? I'm sure he's already forgotten about me and moved on to one of the other hundred names in his little black book.”

“Meow!”

“Yeah, I guess your right. It's not fair for me to judge a book by its cover. He certainly must not be judging me by mine.”

“Merorow!” How can you say that? You're so beautiful...and the more I know about you the more and more beautiful you become.

You smirked and said, “You know, you always holler like that when I'm putting myself down. Thanks for putting a stop to it. Maybe someday I'll get out of the habit.”

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Your mind drifted to all of these moments of the day before while you tried your best to pay attention behind your counter, or taking inventory, but you found yourself scattered and day dreaming. You were doing just that when Janet called your name, and you snapped back to the present.

“Janet! Sorry about that.”

Janet chuckled, knowing what lovestruck looked like when she saw it. “Jesus, I was calling your name like four times!”

“Sorry!” you chuckled out, embarrassed. “What's the matter, kid?”

“Well, there's a gift box delivered at reception for you.” She smirked and elbowed you conspiratorially, “seems like you got an admirer.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but you couldn't deny the swell of anticipation you felt as your feet carried you swiftly to the desk.

Waiting for you was a package wrapped in elaborate green and gold paper and tied with a golden bow. A small note with your name written in elegant calligraphy graced the top. You read it with a smile so wide your cheeks began to ache.

Darling,

Thank you for a lovely little meal together. My apologies for not calling. I've been unfortunately terribly occupied with a project and haven't found a private moment. Please know that I think about your lovely voice, and eyes, and demeanor constantly, though. And please accept this small token of my affection. I hate to think of you shivering, and I'd love to help you keep warm.

Sincerely,

Henry

Digging through the tissue paper, you discovered a lusciously soft violet-hued sweater. It was new and perfectly tailored to your size. All you could do for a time was stare at it, mouth agape for a long moment.

Finally Janet made her way up to you, too curious to stay behind for long. She tapped your arm lightly and goaded, “Well! Try it on, princess! I'm swooning for you.”

You giggled. You couldn't help it. You shrugged your ratty gray cardigan off and slid your arms into the softest cashmere you had ever felt. It was perfect, everything about it was perfect; the color exactly suited to your skin tone and preference, the shape tastefully flattering your every curve. You were overwhelmed by a storm of every good feeling; gratitude, affection, glee, excitement. Janet thought to herself that she'd never seen you so glad before, and she was happy for you, deciding that if anyone deserved to be doted on by a dashing prince it really was you.

“Wow. Honey, if he has a brother, promise you'll let me know?” the younger lady asked, and you both giggled.

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[mushtoons]

I know I'm not really into the tmnt tumblr-sphere anymore, but you are still one of the artists I really love seeing on my dashboard!! You are so sweet and y'alls art? Scrumptious. Eating it all like it's my first meal in years. Hope you all are doing well goobies!!! :3

(Btw, I decided to draw Leona and my latest blue character hyperfixation- Blue from Animator vs Animation/Animation vs Minecraft! Hope you like!!)

SOBBING THANK U SM AND WE ALSO ADORE UR ART AND EVEN THIS WE'RE EATING ON THE FINEST CHINA ITS SO CUTE LIKE AHHHH HOLY SHIT THE COLORS AND EVERYTHING IS JUST SO DHDJDJ BITES U BITES U BITES U

[mustainegf]

okay hear me out.... nick with a daddy kink 😱 along with y'know, him going down on the reader and being so rough, pussy slapping??? plssss (this is the same gal from the Marty request btw!)

I love your requests dude, CAN WE BE LIKE BESTFRIENDS!?? Kiss me nonnie this is such a scrumptious req, I love Nick so much

Nick wore his signature devilish grin as he lowered himself between my thighs. He'd been joking about eating me out all day, which eventually turned into begging.

"Nick.. please.." I whispered, burying my hands in his mop of dark hair.

"You're not supposed to call me that, sweetheart.

What's my name?" He taunted.

I whimpered at the feeling of his hot breath on my crotch, he was so close. "D-daddy.." I admitted under my breath.

"That's it baby.." Nick growled, he loved being called that. "Say it again, pretty thing."

This man made me do crazy shit like this, and I'd never said any of those things before him. "Aw, you're blushing."

He chuckled. I opened my mouth to say something when Nick interrupted me, his voice firm and desperate. "Tell me again, I need to hear it." He demanded. I trembled beneath him.

"Please lick me, daddy," I begged, giving him what he wanted.

"Good girl..." nick mumbled as he dove tongue first into me, sucking at my clit. His large veiny hands were flared and pressing my thighs down.

He nipped at the sensitive skin, leaving dark pink hickies on my inner thighs before his tongue licked me up again.

"So wet for me, just like you should be," he murmured. "Daddy.." I breathed out.

Nicks pupils displayed as he heard the name. I knew it drove him crazy, in the best way possible.

"So good..." he uttered, looking me strgight in the eye as he payed a slight slap over my sensitive pussy.

Ijumped, shocked by how hard he'd hit me, but I liked it. Nick continued to eat me, devouring me like I was his last meal. "Nick.." I moaned, bucking against his face.

"What'd I tell you about calling me that?" He pulled away slightly, glaring me down. Before I could respond another slap met my tangling heat. His slaps were still gentle enough to please me, but hard enough to sting.

"What. Did. I. Tell. You?" he asked again, this time with a more serious tone. I swallowed. "Daddy, daddyy please don't stop." I mumbled, biting my lip.

Nick grunted, and then continued to devour me, but this time with a more aggressive edge.

"Ohhhh!" I cried out, moaning, my legs tensed.

"Fuck, I love to punish this pretty pussy of yours," Nick groaned, setting a few more slaps over my reddened and sensitive pussy.

I shuddered at the stinging pleasure. "Harder daddy please," I pleaded as his tongue lapped me up.

He hummed his approval before setting another slap over my throbbing sex. I jerked, bucking my hips up. I was so needy.

I needed something. I was too far gone for anything else. "Please, please please," I begged.

"Please what, baby? I'm all yours, tell me what you want."

"Please Daddy, I need to cum.." I tugged his curly hair, pulling him closer as his nose brushed my clit.

Nick kissed down my clit, practically making out with my dripping core. "Daddy, please, please..." I begged.

Nick took my begging as permission to lay his hand on my heat again, leaving red marks.

I gasped, but he continued his wicked ways, knowing I enjoyed it. "You want to come, don't you?" he asked softly. "Yes, please, daddy, please."

I begged, I couldn't take it anymore. He stopped, waiting for me to finish my sentence. "Please... daddy... please let me come." I sobbed, and I didn't care who was listening.

Nick layer slap after slap on my throbbing cunt, watching the pleasure in my eyes with each clap.

"So good, you like when I slap your pretty pussy huh?" Nick moaned.

"Yes, yes daddy, don't stop." I squirmed, staring at his glistening chest and pleased face.

My hips rose off the mattress with each slap, wanting more of that lustful pain, needing more, craving it. Nicks slaps became gentler as my pussy got redder, kissing and licking my folds between smacks.

"Nick!" I wailed as I came, my insides twisting as I shuddered, juices dripping down nicks face.

He held onto my thighs, continuing to ravish me until I couldn't take anymore. I laid there catching my breath as I stared at him in wonderment. Nick smiled. "You okay, did I hurt you?" He asked, ever so gently brushing his fingers over my red and abused pussy.

"No, you didn't hurt me," I told him truthfully. I was sensitive, but it was a good kind of pain. The kind that made me feel alive, and complete.

"Okay good," he nodded pressing a slow kiss to my fluttering clit before sitting back up in bed.

[alexcutecolly]

A Game of Fear and Shrinking: Rewritten

Hello everyone! As promised, here's another, improved take on my first vore story from 2017!

I'd like to thank my awesome sweetheart @bluepriestess for betareading, providing great support and suggesting wonderful ideas for the characters! She's the best bestie! 💕

Although the vore scene described is non-sexual and there's no explicit content in the story, it is best suited for 17+ readers, as it contains themes for a more mature audience. Still, please don't reblog it on exclusively-NSFW/kink blogs. Actually, DNI if you host these kinds of blogs.

Reader is gender neutral in the story.

I hope you enjoy my fic everyone!

CW: unwilling vore, unwilling prey, sadistic/cruel pred, weakened/poisoned prey, fearplay.

Words: 1,435

Ao3 version

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Thump thump. Thump thump.

This is the only noise you're able to hear right now. Your own heartbeat. It bumps so hard in your chest that it’s like it wants to break free and flee far, far away.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

Your head hurts, you can barely focus on what’s happening. The only thing you know is that you're running away from someone dangerous. And that someone is chasing you in this very moment, you can feel it in your veins. Your adreline levels are off the charts.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

A sudden headache blinds your sight for a second, forcing you to stop and take some deep breaths.

W-what is happening? He must not reach me, or else-

And that's when you hear it. A dark chuckle erupts from behind you, slowly approaching your weakening body.

"Oooh, what do we have here~? Looks like my delightful snack has escaped. What a shame" the voice says, getting closer. Footsteps reverbate as he gets closer, thumping in the silent void between the two of you. Your eyes don't want to meet his, the latter fixated on you with a familiar hunger.

'You're not a meal to him and you will never be', you’ve kept saying to yourself for the last few days. What he did to you is beyond anyone’s mind, even trying to talk about it with someone is difficult. It hurts. And it doesn’t help that your energies are quickly abandoning you, for some reason.

"Why did you stop running, darling~? Is the poison starting to take effect your cute, scrumptious body~?" he asks, grinning as he keeps walking towards you. You start to feel limp, barely able to stand.

“W-what’s this?? Why would you do this???” is all you can blurt out in panic. He just chuckles in response.

“Excuse me~ I couldn't wait to eat ya so I decided to add something different to your last meal~ You just look too damn delicious when you sleep" he continues, now only some feet away from you.

You try to scream, but nothing but whimpers and sobs come out of your mouth. He snickers again at your pitiful attempt to cry out.

"Awwww!~ You seem in trouble~ How fortunate of me to pop here just to help you out!~~", his voice echoing in the abandoned factory as he takes some more steps forwards.

Curse you, sicko! You and you sickening humor, you think, gritting your teeth in an attempt not to lose focus.

The mad man is now before you, breathing just some inches away from your face. With a smirk, he then proceeds to firmly pin you against the closest wall, giving you a lick on your trembling cheek. "Now now, let's have some fun, shall we~?"

Your eyes immediately open wide as you realize his intensions and begin to struggle more, your efforts useless against his strength. Oh, if only you could smack his face! But he has the upper hand right now, and he seems to quite enjoy your squirming.

"Oh~ We didn’t even get started and you’re already fighting back! It’ll please us both, don’t worry” he says, chuckling as he then pulls out his usual small remote control.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

Nononono!

Before you could even shriek he presses the button, breaking the silence with a deep chuckle. Suddenly a known stinging pain bursts behind your left ear and hastily spreads everywhere, from head to toe. You only have the time to close your eyes and hiss in pain.

When you open them again everything around is huge now compared to you, just like him.

To your purest disgust you look up, realizing he’s staring in awe at your shrunken figure, currently the size of a pinky finger. And as if things couldn’t get worse, your limbs feel numb and you can’t move any longer. The poison must have taken full control now.

N-not again! Please, I don’t want to!

"Aw, you look so cute I could just eat you up~” he taunts, easily grabbing you in his fist, admiring you like a child with a brand new toy. You’ve never liked that glare, you can’t bear it. Though despite your weak state, you finally managed to spit something out.

“You jerk, I’ve heard you say that so often I know you’re actually gonna do it” you snarl, making your best try at squirming away at that same moment.

He stares at you puzzled, raising an eyebrow. But that confusion disappears as soon as he starts to cackle, taking away your unique occasion of satisfaction against him.

“Someone’s being funny here~ But time’s running out, gotta hurry y’know?” he says, approaching you to his lips before you could even blink.

That’s where the nightmare begins. Snapping his teeth before you, breathing on your face or licking it are his favourite ways to send shivers down your spine, your struggles the best part of the show. It’s always just a game to him anyway, so why shouldn’t he have his own fun?

Weirdly enough he already gets tired of it, so without warning he swiftly opens his mouth and tosses you inside, shutting it immediately afterwards.

He did it on purpose, the bastard.

All the light has disappeared now and you can feel something spongy, slimy and warm under you. It can be only one thing. Some drips of saliva fall on your already moist face and you suddenly find yourself pinned against the roof of his mouth.

So fucking gross…

He doesn’t even spare some sucking, as you get moved around to taste every inch of your body. Luckily your clothes have shrunk with you... Hell seems the best place to you when he slowly tilts his head back, causing you to inevitably slide towards the back of his mouth, without the time to react and fight back.

Oh no-

GULP~

It all happens so fast. Your limp body being pushed in his tight throat. His faint groans, his fingers caressing a familiar bulge in the neck. The peristalsis pulling you deeper into him, the beating of his heart and the calm breathing.

You just decide to close your eyes once again, letting the esophagus drop you in your churning prison. Inside, it’s almost pitch black. A small pond of acids and a cacophony of gurgles welcome you, with a loud rumble that makes the whole chamber vibrate.

Urp~

Wonderful.

"Hehe, pardon me pet. You really are such an unique delicacy~~ this is why no one else must have you." he says, wiping some drool away from his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Mmmmm~ in fact, you do belong in my gut, stewing away from everything and everyone else~~ I doubt anyone else would be able to enjoy this as much as I am now~~”

You feel his hand rubbing his belly from outside, giving it a couple of pats too. If it's either a way to comfort you or to simply express his smugness, you can't say.

Definitely more of the latter, though.

...

Thankfully he made you indigestible, when he brought you here who knows how long ago. A simple injection, and now he can eat you as many times as he pleases. No lack of oxygen whatsoever, and the stomach acids barely run down your skin and clothes just like water.

He wouldn't want to hurt you in that kind of way, to be fair; he's been at least a little considerate in that regard. So despite everything, you're actually glad he's removed the painful parts of being inside someone else's belly.

The walls around you continue to churn away at your now tiny figure. Pushing them away proves to be of little to no effect to him, and the surroundings merely slosh loudly all around you.

"Since it’s all being settled, let's go back to the lab now, I'll let you out there" he exclaims, the stomach around you shaking a little as he starts heading back to his secret hideout.

"However, because of this futile stunt of yours, you're going to stay inside for as long as I see fit~ which could be hours, or a couple of days, maybe a whole week as well! We have aaaall the time in the world after all, don't we?". He snickers, his booming steps neverending.

With the remaining energy, you manage to lay down against one of the fleshy walls, your arms bringing your knees close to your chest in an attempt to curl up.

He won again.

...

You let out a sigh in defeat.

He always wins.

[mrsnancywheeler]

Ugh I’m so pissed that tumblr ate my scrumptious ass head canon I sent 😒. I don’t even remember the song I was listening to when writing it to 😭

Anyways it was about groupie reader talking with Eddie and setting Billy off. You and Eddie talking in the studio when you’re supposed to be there for him just sets him off into possessiveness and suddenly he’s holding you by the waist, whispering something about last night and how great you felt/tasted loudly enough for Eddie to hear. Mind you he goes out of his way to whisper loud enough so Eddie can hear. Or at events when you and Eddie are hanging out at the house, he’d go up to you and either try to get your attention by talking about one of his songs or doing the same thing where he’d whisper sexual comments in your ear. Obviously you can’t resist it, but Eddie just rolls his eyes. He’s used to Billy doing this whenever he can tell that Eddie is making you laugh or smile too hard.

sorry this took me so long to respond too pookie, but I'm here for this

how dare the tumblr ask box eat your thoughts for itself, I need the meal too 😭

he's been fussing over a song and is messing around behind the board trying to perfect some different pieces, while you've been happily chatting away with eddie the whole time. well, more fairly, you could feel billy had been getting tense and snappier so you'd decided to give him some space to do his thing, by talking to eddie. mindless jokes and chattering until billy can't focus on what he was doing, he just hears your voice, your laugh. and he knows it should be him instead, he shouldn't have been to tense with you because this is making him decidedly more tense. especially since anyone with eyes can tell they eddie has a thing for you and is buttering you up. soon enough he's nixing everything he was working on to go over to you and eddie, pulling you in by the waist so his arms are wrapped around you and his mouth is right by your ear.

"hi, baby."

you're turning around to face him, but he's still got you in his arms. "hi billy, you figured everything out?"

he's suddenly kissing you, "couldn't, how am I expected too when my girl is standing right here? could only think about how fucking great you felt last night and all your little noises"

you can feel your face heating up as you playfully shove at him, laughing, "we can recreate that ever you want" and he's groping your ass, totally giving smug looks to eddie who is rolling his eyes into oblivion.

OR

times when you and eddie are just watching tv on the couch, he's got his arm over the back of it and you're nestled into his side. and billy gets so annoyed so he comes up with any reason to tear the two of you apart. whether it's also sitting on the couch and saying, "c'mere baby" and making out with you while you're on his lap

or like completely interrupting what you were watching or talking to eddie about because he needs your attention more. "hey, baby, got something I wanted to run past you"

"do you mind?" eddie is asking, knowing exactly what billy is trying to do and will succeed at if given the chance. billy is just frowning back before you're standing up. (after you've elbowed eddie in the side ofc)

"yeah of course, you can" and because he's feeling obnoxious, he's sitting down in the middle of the living room to sing this song he's been working on about you. eddie awkwardly gets up at one point and is just mulling around, drinking a cup of water and trying not to roll his eyes too much.

meanwhile you're just lovestruck by his words and voice, the face that he's writing something about you.

I imagine this being his everywhere by fleetwood mac type song because we know this man be expressing his love through songs rather than admitting to them quite yet, because that's scary.

"you know I'm proud and I can't get the words out. oh I, I wanna be with you everywhere"

[theodora3022]

Efforts

Genre: Yandere/Dark fic/Horror

Rollo Flamm x gender neutral Reader

Summary: As much as Rollo Flamm loves a challenge, he only has so much patience towards you, the object of his endless affection/obsession. 

Author’s Note:

This one is for all of  my friends (yeah you @187-mg) that love this freaky man. What can I say, those who claim to be the pious and holy, are often secretly the most perverted and repressed. This belongs to the same series as the Malleus “steal someone else’s partner”.  Not proof read!!! Be warned for my incoherent grammar!!!

Word count: 1.7k

Content Warnings: MENTIONS of starvation(willingly on reader's part) Canon divergence, mild nsfw, overall just awful*cough yandere content, Rollo is his own warning! 

Disclaimer: This is NOT healthy love and is MEANT to make you feel uncomfortable! 

By clicking the READ MORE you are assumed to have read the content warnings above.

Hard work produces results, no matter how distant one’s goal might seem. 

Rollo Flamm likes to think of himself as a man who applies that respectable rule in his everyday life. To him, being respectable is the basic condition for him to reach his goal. Of course, there is another rule: only strike at the right moment, which Rollo used to hold himself to, but he has failed on it recently.

The prefect of Night Raven College, who for sure has enchanted him with evil magic! Worse, they dare to claim to be a magicaless person? 

What urge, what dissatisfaction! These intense, sinful emotions have been preventing him from sleeping at night, making him lose focus during lectures and meetings. The burning desire is practically eating him up from the inside, in Rollo Flamm’s every waking and sleeping moment. In his eyes, you are the culprit of his suffering. Although you appear to be none the wiser, still greeting him with a smile and kind words. 

It was only later when he found out you had promised yourself to another, way before meeting him, that Rollo Flamm stilled his maddening heart rate for a bit. 

So, it has been your natural charm all along. Dangerous individuals like you cannot possibly be permitted to roam free in this continent. Not anymore now Rollo Flamm, the one who understood the legacy of the Great Judge the most, has a say in the matter. 

All of Night Raven’s students are losing their minds over the disappearance of their dear friend. Even Grim, who often acts nonchalant about your well being, is beside himself. Rollo Flamm offered the group almost unlimited access to Nobel Bell’s campus grounds; search parties were dispatched daily, only to return with little results. They are still grateful for the Student Council President’s support, as they should. 

Almost unlimited access, which does not include private quarters of Rollo Flamm. Not that anyone would dare, or bother to look there in the first place. 

You tried screaming, pouding the door for hours, but all it ever does is make you dehydrate faster. Convinced he placed a magic barrier over his living quarters, you ceased the fruitless labor. 

Grim must be so worried! What about others? Oh, and him… you cannot imagine the sadness he must be going through right now. Although you are trapped in this windowless room behind a bookshelf, your sense of time is not yet lost, being able to realize the passing of days by counting three meals per day. Those scrumptious meals went cold, untouched, and you only drank the water from the tap in the adjacent washroom knowing it was not as clean as the water in mugs on the trays, but you are not willing to give in an inch more than necessary . 

The stubbornness was endearing at first, so were your glares of hatred. Even though he is not accustomed to feeling such a way, he labels these bizarre feelings as ordinary. Rollo has read and heard about how when you are in love, everything the other person does will be filtered through a rosy stained glass.  But Council President Flamm worries for your health after a while, and he does not wish to force food down your throat(as for other things…that’s for later). 

The bell rang six times, and Rollo snapped out of his concentrated state, his mind wandered to what those on kitchen duties have to offer today. Maybe you would finally nibble on something today. A small blot of ink dripped off his quill due to its tiled state, and he had to suppress the urge to curse out loud. Knowing you are in the next room makes Rollo’s lips curl upwards, calming him,  and he does his best to finish up the bothersome task at hand so he could spend time with you. 

He had almost finished writing that Headmaster Crowley one out of many reassuring letters, about how he is doing anything in his power to help find the lost prefect of NRC. It is amazing how far a few words of praise and sweet lies can get with that crow. Sealing it with a wax seal, he tucks it away into his outing robe, to have it sent out first thing tomorrow morning. 

There you are, in that corner cot, back against the bed frame, all defensive hugging your knees close to your upper body. You never acknowledge Rollo when he comes in, set the silver tray on the nightstand; only shooting him angry glares when the tall man pushes you to have some of those tartiflette. 

“Still not willing to touch your food? This kind of pathetic act is beneath you, my love.” Sitting down on the other edge of the bed, Rollo scoops a spoon full and brings it to your lips. “How wonderful it smells, aren’t you famished? Just open.”  

My love? How dare he refer to you like that. This crooked being has no clue what love is. For the first time since the start of your captivity, you managed to make direct eye contact with him. “No, leave me alone!” Pushing the spoon away with much force, you panic a bit after noticing it gets knocked out of rollo’s slender fingers, producing a horrifying noise on floor tiles. Previously you dealt with similar situations with dead silence, and Rollo never insists too harshly, exiting with a sigh to leave you to your own devices in this makeshift prison.

But he is right. You do need food, and you are scared how good it smells, how dangerously close you were to opening your mouth to that spoonful of tartiflette just now. 

To think you would obey him. No, you will not give him that. Despite your logic telling you to accept the nourishment, you cling to what’s left of your autonomy like a drowning individual to a small wood chip floating on open seas. 

Seeing how you turned to face the wall again, the already shaky patience of Rollo Flamm leaves him all at once. Does he mean less than nothing to you? Do you hate him this much, to the point of hurting yourself to hurt him? Did that swine who you look to so longingly taught you this? Whatever it is, Rollo does not think he can suffer to see you in this state any longer. 

Before you get a grasp of what has transpired, Rollo is standing beside your end of the cot, towering you with his large form. Perhaps the reduced senses from hunger is to blame, you fail to realize how he always has his overly decorated staff with him when he comes to see you.

Rollo is done with humoring you, and you are making your best efforts to hide your fear of what he could do to you. He has not done anything despicable to you yet, other than denying your freedom, but you had enough time to analyze all those traces of his sickening fantasies he hides behind this constructed affable facade. 

You do not want to see what is underneath, not ever. But what you want does not matter to him now. “Still thinking about him? I am your master now, and I order you to forget about that damned person. Where do you think these acts of defiance will get you? Out of here?”

He exclaims while using the metal staff to lift your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. There are unmasked flames of anger in Rollo’s eyes, where usual calmness and feigned friendliness have been. 

Coldness of the metal almost got a shiver out of you, you struggled to not let him have the satisfaction of getting your reaction. Screw you, Monsieur Flamm, you want to yell and slap the one in front of you, the selfish monster that took you away from your friends and loved one. However you are powerless against Rollo, and your senses are not as sharp as they were when you are fed and happy. 

Rollo Flamm’s heart clenches a bit when he sees tears circling in your eyes, and how much effort you are making to not let them fall. Crying, you should not be like this,you should be smiling with admiration at him. Yet you leave Rollo with no other option. You are making him act cruel with you, because you refuse to listen, to be good. 

The noise of the staff falling to the stone floor was similar to that of the spoon, it was the last thing you heard before he forced his hand on the back of your head, and covered your lips with his own. His lips are of feverish temperature, and the way he does it is too rough; practically hungrily devouring you while you are the one who went on days without food. Kissing is supposed to be a romantic gesture, shared by couples in love, in moments of intimacy. There was no romance in that kiss, at least not to you. What you do feel is Rollo Flame's strong sense of entitlement, the desire to have you all to himself, with a mixture of unknown frustration. You shut your eyes, not wanting to take in the visuals of what is happening. 

After what feels like eternity, he lets go of you. You are so focused on catching your breath…that you failed to notice how much the man is savoring the sight of you panting rapidly with flushed cheeks. 

Only he can see this sight. No one else. Thought of seeing this everyday puts Rollo in a state of frenzy, as if he is not in already when he “falls in love” with you. 

Grabbing your hand that attempts to wipe your mouth clean of traces of him, Rollo whispers threats into your ear the same way a lover whispers sweet nothings. 

“Listen now. You will open your mouth when I feed you, understand? You and I both know defiance will do you no good. If you are good, you can have anything you ever wanted. But you will have to obey.”

Pulling your frozen body into his arms, Rollo starts to plant tender pecks on your cheek, the tenderness you would expect from someone who claims to be head over heels for you. 

“I don’t wish to harm you in any way. Quit making things harder for the both of us. Accept me as your one and only, we will live happily together.” 

No, you will not. It does not matter. Your efforts are in vain, it was worthless from the start. Rollo Flamm has got the upper hand from the very beginning. As the helplessness of your situation finally dawned on you, you did not try to resist when the monster kissed your tears away. 

[buffetlicious]

I have shown you the Reunion Dinner (团圆饭) we had two weeks earlier due to my brother having to go oversea for his company’s training trip. Behold, here is another of our reunion dinner, albeit the home-cooked version. You saw the char siu, roasted chicken and roasted pork mum bought for the prayer earlier in the day so naturally those appeared on the dinner table. As one of my brother and his family plus my sister’s friend will be coming over, mum added extra dishes to the menu. It is not as luscious as the feast we had at the restaurant but nonetheless, it is still a scrumptious and delectable meal.

A simple Cabbage Stir-Fry with premium ingredients of canned baby abalones and scallops. Sis-in-law was commenting on the cabbage being sweet tasting. Ended up this dish emptied of the food saved for a few pieces of the abalones.

Sis was saying mum sliced the Char Siu too thickly but I on the other hand found them just nice as it offered a better texture. Sweet, charred with a smoky taste and just fatty enough to make it a wonderful eat. The Roasted Chicken (deep-fried actually) was well seasoned and succulent to go with the steamed white rice.

These extra-large Steamed Tiger Prawns were bought in Batam and delivered to our house. As the prawns were fresh, mum just steamed it without any condiment. After deshelling, we added some minced ginger sauce before sending it straight into the mouth.

Another seafood that brother order for us from Batam is this large Red Snapper which is done in a spicy style. Mum only made used of the tail portion as the fish is too big to cook properly in the wok she is using. Fresh and sweet tasting with a little spiciness made this a good dish.

Mum also prepared one of her specialties, Braised Five-Spice Pork Belly with shiitake mushrooms and hardboiled eggs. For the soup, it is Pork Ribs Soup with fried pig tendons, fish balls, corn, lettuces and dried scallops to sweeten it.

The side dishes are Pickled Daikon and spicy Nyonya Achar which is a South Asian pickled food made from a variety of vegetables and fruits preserved in brine, vinegar, edible oils and various South Asian spices.

Even though I took a little of everything, I still ended up with a Full Plate. As I slowly tucked into my meal, are you also enjoying your reunion dinner?