#i’m always so ashamed to eat so ashamed of being hungry

[cashew-milkk]

so i still have an eating disorder…

[prettyinsophie]

burning desire

Synopsis: With Abby away at some party and your body aching and asking for release, you can’t help but touch yourself while pretending it’s your roommate.

warnings: top abby x virgin (lowkey loser) reader, fingering (r receiving), mentions of strap, squirting, r gets caught by abby, sex toys.

2.9k words

a/n: i’m going to pretend this isn’t way too specific. it’s my first time posting here so im sorry in advance if there are any mistakes, english is not my first language and i wrote this in a rush bc im going insane😇

ofelia si te sale esto no lo leas‼️

There was something utterly wrong with you.

As a girl, you went through your awful womanhood cycle and all that. You never entirely understood how all of it worked, you just ovulated when you were extremely horny and wanted to either kill yourself or everyone around you when on your period. That much you knew about your own body and every other girl went through the same.

The problem was you’ve been on fucking heat for over a month.

Your hormones were a mess, the sexual frustration consumed your being and you couldn’t find a solution. You were a virgin, and quite frankly, an awkward person so it was hard for you to even initiate small talk without quickly making it uncomfortable with your lack of social skills.

You tried distracting yourself throughout the day by attending your classes, doing homework, scrolling through Tiktok, and exercising. Even if you ended up beat by the end of the day, that damn aching between your legs would not leave you alone, and you had to touch yourself to at least make it less awful.

Unfortunately, you didn’t live alone. You shared an apartment with Abby, your high school friend who so happened to get into the same college as you. You didn’t mind, of course, you liked Abby, and now that she was grown and muscular you couldn’t deny she was a total eye-snack. Thing was, you were jealous of whoever the fuck she brought to your shared apartment, Abby must be some sort of goddess if she could make girls scream like that, begging her not to stop while choking in their tears, the bed loudly creaking to the point the blonde had to buy a new mattress. You resented it. You had to settle with sex toys while she fucked almost every week.

The amount of batteries you had in your drawer was embarrassing. Every night you had to abuse your pussy while thinking it was a certain girl doing it for you, had to get good at being silent because you’d throw yourself off the window if Abby ever heard you. Your clit ended red and puffy after an hour of nonstop intimate time with yourself, your eyes swollen because the scenarios in your head were so intense you cried while thrusting a six-inch vibrator inside you, touching that sweet spot it took some time for you to master hitting perfectly until your head went numb, and you squirted all over the pink towel you covered the bed with so you wouldn’t wet the pretty covers and sheets you slept in.

You were ashamed of how filthy your fantasies were for a twenty-year-old virgin, it always hit you once you were over, panting heavily in silence while blushing because your private thoughts and desires bugged you.

You hoped it’d all end soon, that maybe your hormones were a bit crazy just because they decided so be in a silly mood. Every girl goes through shit like this. But no. God was testing you, progressively getting needier as the days passed by. Your god-awful gorgeous friend/roommate worsened it whenever you were doing your assignments at the dining table, and she came home from the gym looking so dirty and delicious, your eyes struggling to focus on your laptop screen and not the way her muscles glistened with not-fully-dried sweat and looked like the glazed donuts you loved eating as a sweet treat, the comparison didn’t make sense, but her body made you feel hungry. You were so sexually frustrated you were convinced you had gone insane.

You wished someone would approach and straight up told you to fuck. You’d accept without second thoughts. But it was the real world, as pretty as you were, you still looked awkward and shy. Fuck your life, honestly. Why couldn’t you be dauntless like the girls who flirted with Abby? Touching her biceps while twirling their hair as they looked at her with nothing but lust and confidence. They were embarrassedly bold but they got exactly what they wanted because Abby was a sucker for pretty girls like that, she loved to fuck the cockiness out of them.

You couldn’t help but think about it every day. You were pathetic, imagining how it would feel to be under her, talking you through it, making you lie there and do nothing but take her until your legs turned into jelly and make you forget all about your stupid sex toy collection hidden in a box under your bed.

Anyways.

Tonight was going to be fun. Abby told you a friend of hers would be throwing a party, subtly inviting you, but you didn’t take the hint and told her to have fun, so off she went an hour ago, leaving you alone in your shared apartment.

Eagerly and with your heart thudding, you arranged everything before jumping right into it, at this point it was just as important in your nocturnal ritual as your skincare routine. You had bought a new toy, this one being 7.4 inches and a bit thicker than your other ones, so you were a bit excited to try it, hoping the sensation would help you release more of your frustration.

With a silky pillow under your lower back, you lied in your bed and took a deep breath, your fingers slowly rubbing your clit, making you gasp softly at the familiar but delicious feeling. Your muscles quickly relaxed as you kept circling your needy button. You didn’t need much teasing, you were already wet, arousal sneaking down and making you groan because it was icky.

Lately, you didn’t rely on your hand that much, ever since you figured out the way to hit your G spot, that’s almost all you needed to come. That being said, you took the pink toy in your hand, lining it down your entrance and teasing yourself by lubing the tip of it with your arousal, imagining it was Abby’s strap and spreading your legs. You had to be quiet every time you masturbated, but you were completely alone now and you wanted to treat yourself by taking the liberty to be as loud as you felt like. Pants and whines of desperation filled your room once you started taking inch by inch of the toy slowly. There were nights you straight up wanted to release everything and go to sleep, or nights such as this, where you felt like dragging your orgasm to make it intense and mind-breaking.

“Holy shit.” You whined once the vibrator was deep inside, you closed your eyes and played start to your fake scenarios.

In your wild fantasies, Abby would tease you, keeping her strap in place while circling your clit and making you wait for her to move. So you did that. Little whimpers left your lips while imagining her talking in your ear, whispering sweet encouraging words. You could multitask with no problem at this point, it was routine. You turned on the vibrator, hips jerking at the feeling and your lips hung as you gasped. Thrusting it slowly the fantasies grew steamier, and your cheeks flushed at the sound of your voice doing all those pathetic and pornographic sounds.

It was big. When you bought it you were so cocky about it but you were actually struggling to slide it in and out smoothly, but thankfully you were so wet it only took a few minutes. And so the madness began. In your head, Abby was fucking you with her strap, your hand moving fast and aiming for your sweet spot like your life depended on it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You whimpered out loud, the buzzing toy hitting the right place inside of you while you kept rubbing your clit clumsily because it felt so good.

You wanted her. Pitiful whines getting caught in your throat when you remembered Abby was far from your apartment, far from your room, and definitely far from your bed. She was probably messing around with another girl at that party. You winced at the thought, feeling like crying as you kept abusing your pussy. Imaginary Abby would slap you and grab your chin so you’d look at her, telling you to stop drifting away from her when she’s right there with you, to not listen to those silly thoughts of yours.

Your therapist would never hear of this.

“Oh my god, Abby! Please, please, please-” You were okay with being loud at this point, whatever you usually blabbered under your breath now resonating on the walls of your room.

Sometimes you wished you had four hands so you could add a little something to your intimate sessions. You wanted to know how it would feel to have her deep inside with her big and strong hand wrapped around your neck, preventing you from breathing properly while praising you. Shit. Your hand moved faster and rougher, seeking for the most realistic sensation possible. Wanting to pretend this was the real Abby pounding into you.

You needed her. Your eyes stung with tears as your chest heaved because the toy was now at the highest setting, hitting your sweet spot oh so deliciously you were even drooling.

With your eyes squinted shut your mind went fuzzy, the scenario pausing for a moment while focusing on the familiar twisting in your tummy and reaching for your orgasm. Abby was calling your name in the distance, you were so into it for a moment you felt worried about how real it went through your ears.

“Yes, yes, yes! Right there, Abby! Plea-se-!”

Your voice cracked. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you choked weak whimpers while squirting all over the towel, so intense even the toy almost flew out of your cunt. Your legs trembled and you panted loudly, riding out your fifth climax of the week. The cold air of your room hit your bare lower body and made you groan because your slick was drying up and you hated the feeling, but you also needed time to recover before cleaning your mess.

After a few moments, you sighed and opened your eyes, slightly leaning onto your side to grab your phone on the nightstand. You froze at the figure of someone standing by your door. Your stomach dropped and you could feel your heart in your throat.

Abby was there, standing with her arms crossed while looking at you with a stare you couldn’t decipher. No. This could not be happening to you. No!

“Abby-“ You sobbed, the shame betraying you by making you cry.

“How long?” She asked, her blue eyes staring into your soul even from a further distance. Her voice lower than how she usually talks to you.

“W-What?”

“How long have you wanted me to fuck you?”

The question sent a shiver down your spine. This was definitely not how you imagined it’d play out, not in one of your thousands of wet dreams.

“A while…” You mumbled embarrassed, looking away from her. Thankfully you were only naked from the hips down to your feet, you were wearing an oversized shirt that could cover your most private parts.

Abby seemed pleased with your answer. A heavy and shaky sigh left her nose as she walked to your bed.

“And you do this every night while thinking about me?”

The question (which sounded more like a statement) stabbed your core sharply. You nodded and felt your cheeks blushing in shame.

The bed creaked when she joined you in it, getting on top of you while smirking smugly. Your pretty face was adorned with confusion and embarrassment. Lips puffy from crying and your face dampened and red.

“Poor girl. Had to hear me pleasing other girls instead of you, hm? You should’ve just said so, baby.” She comforted you, brushing her fingers against your cheek, making you shiver at the unfamiliar contact.

“Didn’t want to mess with your innocence, you’re so pure I couldn’t dare break you. That’s why I used whoever wanted to throw themselves at me, but turns out that’s all you wanted all along? Wanted me to make you cry and beg?”

Holy fuck. You thought as you were getting wet again. You almost whimpered because this was the real thing. 4D Abby was on top of you and talking dirty with her husky and alluring voice.

“Yes.”

You hated yourself so much. Just a few moments ago you were so mouthy to her in your fantasy and you couldn’t even form a sentence with the real one. Abby laughed at you as if finding you amusing.

“‘Yes’ what, pretty girl?”

This was it. You were going to go for it.

“I-I want you to…fuck me and make me scream and beg for more.” You stuttered softly, looking into her eyes while batting your lashes because you couldn’t maintain eye contact.

“Yeah? I bet I can do a better job than your toys.” She leaned down, your faces closer than you ever thought they’d get, sucking the air out of your lungs.

You yelped in surprise when her fingers went down your folds, spreading the wetness as she teased your sensitive parts. “So wet, waiting for me to read your mind and touch you, huh? Gotta use your big girl words. C’mon, tell me what you want.”

Her voice melted your brain as her fingers spread your lips, making you gasp and squirm under her. You were too shy for your own good, she knew that as well but that made this more interesting. Abby wanted to see how far she could lead you, and how much control she could have on you.

“Please touch me.” Your voice was breathy and almost weak, feeling her fingers replacing your own was too much.

She circled your throbbing clit, causing you to close your eyes and whine loudly.

“You like that?”

“Y-Yes, so so much, Abby.” Your mouth was getting loose, drunk in pleasure and your head was still dizzy from your previous climax. Abby could feel herself getting wet from your reactions to minimal touch.

Poor little thing, so touch-starved. She thought while continuing to please you.

You mumbled curses and her name under your breath. Hands gripping the covers of your bed tightly because she was the one touching you, you had no control over the speed nor the pressure her fingers had on your sensitive bud. Your legs squirmed as you spread them further so she’d position herself more comfortably between them.

“Want you inside, n-need you inside!” You begged pathetically, looking at her with half-lidded eyes.

Abby couldn’t believe this. This was too good to be true and she couldn’t wait anymore either. She kept boundaries out of respect, she knew you were a virgin and had no experience, and she didn’t want to scare you off with her deprived desires. Yet you were there, asking her with tears in your eyes to fill you up. You were so desperate she wanted to eat you alive.

“‘M gonna use my fingers, doll. Don’t wanna fuck you with the same strap I use with other girls. I’m going to get you your own, and I’m going to fuck this horniness out of you. You’ll only need me.” She whispered in your ear before shoving two of her fingers inside you, gaining a loud whimper from you.

Her fingers were thick and long, she filled you up almost perfectly you didn’t want this moment to end. Your chest raised up and down as you struggled to breathe properly. She moved them in and out, curling them expertly inside your warm walls.

“Faster, please.”

Abby knew once you two were done tonight, every time she’d hear the word ‘please’ from you would be a trigger. She wanted to tease you, drag you to the edge, but she was aware of how frustrated you felt and it was pitiful. So she let you give her orders, just this once though.

She hit it. That magnificent spot of yours that sent you to the moon. You were a moaning mess, hairs sticking to your forehead with sweat while she kept thrusting her fingers forcefully.

“Fuck, Abby! There, holy fuck.” You blabbered, your back arching off the bed, and the pillow under you helped to reach your g spot smoothly. Abby was also panting, even groaning because you were giving her a show. The things she’d do to you from now on, whew, she was going to ruin you.

“So pretty, taking my fingers so well. Want you to come all over them, doll. You think you can do that for me?”

Nodding drastically up and down, she sped up if that was even possible. Your tummy swooped and you didn’t realize you had tears running down your cheeks. Abby’s face was blurry and your eyes struggled to focus. Your hand found her bicep, clawing it with your acrylic nails as you reached the delicious bliss.

“Shitshitshit!”

Moaning Abby’s name and profanities, you came on her fingers and probably her pants as well. You kept squirting while sobbing because you’ve never experienced an orgasm like this one, your legs shaking against your will. Now you were panting, catching your breath and when you opened your eyes and met with hers, reality hit you.

You opened your puffy lips to say something, but Abby cut you off.

“Next time it’ll be my cock.”

[bonny-kookoo]

Yoongi

𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 | Business Decisions

He's not who people might think he is.

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Yoongi, Human!Reader, Unstable AU, set prior/during the Jungkook storyline, dystopian AU, space/Sci-fi/cyberpunk-esque, strangers to lovers, Angst, Violence, Drama, romance, adult, eventual smut

Length: 3k Words

-Masterlist

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Min Yoongi is, despite his looks and quiet nature, a very kind person. Or at least, that's what some very selected people will tell, if one was to ask them.  

His tail softly sways behind him as he keeps an eye on the main operational panel in front of him, while you watch. His cat-like ear snaps a bit irritated at something- when his eyes turn towards you, glaring. “can you.. stop staring?” He requests, and you nod, instead turning to look out the large window of the spaceship instead. You’re quiet, but not mute- having talked to him quite a bit before. Maybe you simply don’t speak much, or don’t put much value in.. smalltalk.  

That’s fine by him. He doesn’t either. 

He's found you- or rather, you found him- just hours earlier at an outpost, asking him to take you along to another location in exchange for a small amount of money. Where he went next you didn't care- you only needed a ride to get around, most likely used to this kind of life, since you'd obviously chosen him very specifically amongst all the other options at the bustling restaurant.

In hindsight, it made sense that you approached him despite his grim appearance- he was the shortest and least threatening looking species in that restaurant at the time, and was also one of the only one's there without any company at all. You're clearly smart about this whole process of finding a ride from one place to another-

otherwise, you wouldn't have lived like this for so long, having done this for years, according to you.

“There is.. Food over there. If you’re hungry.” He tells you, and you look over to spot the metal trunk in a corner, before you nod at him, not moving at all however. 

“I’m not.” You answer, though your stomach growls as if to disagree, making you clearly a bit ashamed of it, eyes widening at being betrayed by your own body like this. 

“Just eat. I wouldn’t offer it if I didn’t want to give it to you.” He mumbles to himself, resuming his task of checking the ship’s systems again while you stay seated where he’d last told you to sit. You still won’t move, and he’s unsure why not- but he’s also aware that he shouldn’t get too invested in you. You’re gonna be dropped off next stop, and that’s gonna be it- which is for the best, because getting involved with humans is never a very good idea.  

And he’s also still on a mission to get his revenge- and secure his place in the foodchain, to be no longer seen as nothing but a docile little pet. A mission that might as well kill him- and if he can avoid pulling anyone down with him, he surely will. 

When he notices your eyes blinking longer and longer, he walks to fetch a sleeping bag from one of the other metal trunk in the corner, to offer it to you. “Sleep. It’ll still be a few more hours until we’ve reached the next outpost.” He says, and you take the sleeping bag from him with a thankful nod, before you spread it out right on the floor where you sit, to crawl into it and lay down. He has a suspicion what your way of earning money had been until now, but with your behavior so obvious, it’s very clear to him now.  

It makes him upset. The fact that you’ve been driven so far just to somehow survive.  

Either way, he stays awake to both keep himself safe just incase he’s misjudged you and your intentions, and to make sure the old and very small spaceship keeps it’s course as it sometimes tends to deviate over time due to the old navigation system. And yeah, maybe he also can’t help his instincts as well- 

Unintentionally guarding you while you sleep, eyes always checking up on you any time you move in your sleep.  

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Min Yoongi was born on Zoldos- a small, cold and relatively poor planet, which had been industrialized for ages. He remembers his father making toys out of junk he found while working at the metal factory each day, turning trash into small spaceships for Yoongi to play with.  

Most of his time however was spent with his mother, and the many children she’d foster over the years of his childhood- many of them he’d see as his sisters, as all of them would be girls given up by their families, since in his culture, they’re said to just be expensive and too much work to raise. Maybe this way of growing up, helping his mother with the young kids every day while she taught him everything he needed for his future, made him into the man he is today.  

His father had always been described as ‘unusually soft’ compared to what is usually expected and seen in his kind- Xaqal people tending to be combative, easily irritated, and quick to escalate situations into physical violence to defend themselves from others. But his father was already uninterested in any of the usual past-time activities his coworkers would indulge in, like underground fighting, or gambling- rather spending his free time home with his son, foster children and partner, which was unusual in itself. Usually, partners of his kind don’t stay together after their children learn how to walk- but Yoongi remembers that even when his mother passed, his father would continue to live at the same house, to find new homes for the remaining children, before he moved away as well once Yoongi decided to leave the planet.  

Yoongi is still in contact with his father, and doesn’t believe that he should’ve been raised any different than how he was. 

But his now rather soft and kind character comes with a price to pay- with most people on other planets not taking too kindly to him and his friendly nature at first. Friendships don’t pay your bills after all, so the first lesson the young man had to learn back then, was to toughen up, and start thinking of only yourself first and foremost. Getting attached to others was a risk to take, and would most likely end in a burden one might think of unnecessary.  

Even so, Yoongi has made friends along the way. From a very, very charismatic guy named Seokjin and his mother on Cryon, or the stoic and self-admitted younger ‘Asshole’ human-Bolku hybrid going by the name of Jungkook. But other than that, he keeps himself independent- away from others.  

However, for some reason, he’s now sitting with you on a bench on the outpost while his spaceship is being refueled, having bought you some warm food to eat, despite your active arguments against that. Maybe because you’re obviously in need of protection, or because you’re not a threat whatsoever- but he feels like he should at least make sure you’ll be okay on this outpost, before he’ll leave you here.  

Deep down, he knows it’s not the question if you end up getting into a situation where you’ll be killed- but more so, when.  

“What are... your capabilities?” Yoongi asks after a moment, watching your hands as they tear apart a piece of bread to dip it into your hot soup he bought. A warm and filling meal was a good idea to him, since it’ll keep you energized for longer than just a snack or fast food.  

You look up at him, caught off guard, as you swallow down, thinking.  

“Hm..” You hum as you think. “I.. Can read maps pretty well. And I’m good at cleaning.” You say. “But I could probably learn other things pretty quickly, if needed. It depends on the job I could get.” You explain, and Yoongi nods.  

“So if you had to learn about another species’ health and how to care for it, you could learn quickly?” He asks, and you nod.  

“If.. Given enough recourses to teach myself.” You mumble, continuing to eat. He’s getting the feeling you’ve not had a filling meal in a while with how eager you are to finish all of it.  

“I will not offer you monetary compensation.” He says, and at that, you look up again. “But instead a place to sleep, regular food, and.. Basic protection.” Yoongi explains to you, and at that, you instantly nod.  

“I can do anything!” You chirp, desperate- and he carefully pushes you back down by your shoulder, calming you down again. “Really-” 

“I believe you.” He nods. “But Be aware that I am not just some traveler.” He remarks, and you nod.  

“I understand.” You say. 

“Hm. If that’s the case-” He starts, looking over to a small shop that sells different electronics. “-I’ll get the necessary equipment to finalize our agreement. Stay here- and don’t talk to anyone.” He commands, and you nod, continuing to eat while he gets up to walk into the shop. 

Many of the people inside this shop are wearing the distinctive blinking tiny tracker around their necks- either from a simple leather collar, something more sleek like a silver hoop, or even one with a chain. It’s to be expected, as most of what is sold here is equipment for ‘personnel’, as it’s called across the galaxy, after the term ‘slave’ had been outlawed and categorized as a slur.  

Yoongi can feel the eyes on him, since the tall, green-skinned lady at the counter most likely waiting just like the rest of them for another person to follow him to buy equipment for him, as it’s normal for his kind- but the second he picks out a combination of a tracker, and EID tag, and a simple, silver collar that wouldn’t stain or sit too tight around your neck, people become interested.  

“Size is a bit small for you, kitty.” The alien woman giggles, scanning the items to add the price of everything together. “You know how to set the EID up?” She says, clicking at the end of her sentences a foreign tone, similar to an insect. 

“I know how it works.” He tells her, voice stable and monotone, something he taught himself to never give away any sign of his actual emotions. Because showing them will show weakness- and Yoongi needs to keep up an appearance of indifference at all times, just so people can never quite figure him out.  

People naturally fear the unknown, down the line, no matter the species.  

“Alright. Just out of curiosity though..” She says, clicking sounding again as she narrows her dark eyes at him while he pays. “...who the hell wants to be under the command of a Xaqal?” She says, some people in the small store giggling to themselves as if a joke had been told.  

“Someone who will live a fairly comfortable life from now on.” He simply answers, payment confirmed by her system, before he takes the bag of items, and leaves- gazes following him long after he exited the store.  

He’s relieved to still find you right where he left you, no one seemingly having tried to take you away, or worse yet- so he taps your shoulder to gain your attention, nodding towards his ship in the distance. “Let’s go. I need to set up your EID after we take off.” He says, and you nod, getting up to follow him.  

“Are- are you sure I’m a good choice?” You ask, walking after him like some lost pet, eager to keep up with his rather fast pace. For a Xaqal, he’s surprisingly tall- not quite as tall as some of the other human’s you’ve met, which normally are considered a shorter species, but also not as short as some of the Xaqals you’ve seen in the past.  

“Are you trying to sway my mind?” He wonders, opening the cargo door to his spaceship, before he climbs in- noticing how you don’t follow. So he walks back, and has to swallow down a laugh- because you clearly struggle to somehow pull yourself up on the iron steps, which are too high off the ground for you to properly reach with your legs. “...well, at least you won’t take up too much space on the ship.” He mumbles to himself, before he holds onto one of the metal handles on the sides, before he pulls you up by your arm so that you can make it onto the steps, able to finally climb inside.  

He’ll adjust the steps in the future. Maybe add one. Or rather three. 

Back in the main navigation center of the ship, where your sleeping bag is still laying in front of the front windows, you sit down right there, as if you’ve accepted this spot as your place to exist.  

The ship calms after it breaks orbit, softly flying through the empty space while Yoongi sets up the EID tag for you. The electronic identification device opens a new window on his control panel as he places it on the scanner he has, asking for him to input the necessary information- and he looks over at you, where you sit, looking out the window.  

“Once I set this up, it can’t just be undone.” He tells you, and you snap your head towards him, before you nod. “Alright.” He mumbles putting in his own information and ID number as your set ‘Employer’- scanning the chip placed onto the bone of his forearm, before he waves you over. “Put your arm here.” He tells you, and you do- though nothing is scanned at all, no matter how you twist or turn your arm. Yoongi’s brows furrow. “Where’s your ID-chip?” He asks, and you perk up, before you turn around, pointing somewhat to a spot on your back.  

“My spine- it should be between my shoulders.” You say.  

“Spine?” He mumbles, unsure. The spine is not a good spot to place an ID chip, no matter how small it is- it could still dislodge and get in between important nerves or even the vertabrae, causing damage that would be potentially fatal. “Why is it there?” He asks, picking up the scanner to run it over your back- a beep signalling that the chip had been found, and sucessfully read by the device.  

“As far as I know, most humans and Yon get it there, because its harder to get out.” You explain, having turned around to curiously watch Yoongi tap away all the info into your future identification. “Because, you know, Humans and Yon are popular Personnel. People would just chop their arms off and exchange it for a prosthetic later after they'd take them and put them up for sale. So to combat that, we get the chip on the spine instead.” You say, and Yoongi cringes to himself, realizing now why he sees so many humans and Yon people with a prosthetic.  

“I’ll research any risks to make sure you’re not doing any tasks that might end up immobilizing you.” He mumbles as he finishes up the settings, the red blinking light on the EID tag turning a steady green, signalling that it’s ready to be worn.  

“Oh, don’t worry. The chip is attached to the bone, so it doesn’t move.” You inform him, and that reassures him quite a bit, as he nods, and uses quite a lot of force to clip the tag onto the silver collar- metal snapping into place, making it hard to get it off again.  

“Alright. Come here.” He tells you, and you almost proudly stand straight, offering your neck to him as he clips the collar around you- electronic lock clicking shut, never to open again for anyone else but him. “Is that alright?” He asks, and you nod, while he tests- slipping two fingers between the metal and your neck, just to make sure it’s not too tight. “Alright.” 

“Alright.” You mirror, getting only a mild reaction from him.  

“I’ll order some books and electronic information devices for you to study. We’ll pick them up at the next outpost.” He informs you, and you nod, taking this as a signal that you’ve been dismissed- so you walk back to the sleeping bag, sitting down on it to look out the window again.  

“Can I.. sleep a bit?” You wonder, and Yoongi nods.  

“I don’t need you right now, so you can rest.” He accepts, and at that, you eagerly crawl into the sleeping bag again to sleep once more, giving him a moment to think about what he’d just done.  

He blames his instincts, the fact that his kind lives in groups and usually prefers company at all times. Maybe it’s the fact that he actually does need someone to be able to help take care of his health if a job went south. Or maybe, he just can’t shed the way he’s been raised, even though he’s not that kind person anymore. Even still, he feels odd, looking at you asleep in front of those large windows.  

Like he just got himself entangled into something a lot more complicated than he believes right now. 

[torukmaktoskxawng]

Hi I love your work! Would you have any sfw + nsfw relationship headcanons for So’lek x fem Sarentu Na’vi? I’m playing AFoP right now and I’m looking for crumbs in every in-game interaction lol

Pairing: So'lek/Fem!Sarentu!Reader

Taglist: @mooniequeen @avatar-lover @neteyamsyawntu

Warnings: nsfw (will be under the cut), minors dni

A/n: Using my favorite picture I ever took while playing AFoP 💕 Imagine that's how he looked when you walked into the room.

Also, my first headcanon request! Yay!

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Sfw:

This man trusts you with his life and therefore trusts you are safe and loyal to him, no matter how far or how long you two are apart. (Doesn't mean he trusts Eetu to keep his overconfident hands to himself)

You're constantly traveling and never in one place for long, and while he used to be the same way, he finds himself staying in a chosen few places for long periods of time so that you can easily find him.

While he isn't much for PDA, he's still Na'vi, and he is going to grab your tail, both publicly and privately.

After losing his own clan, he understands exactly what you need to finally and properly mourn the loss of the Sarentu. He gives you what he wished he could've accepted from others after the loss of his people.

Doesn't like it when people tease him about your love. He takes your relationship very seriously and doesn't see the teasing as lighthearted. Priya learns quickly that he's more broody if your relationship comes up in the conversation.

And it's not like he's ashamed of your relationship. He's very proud of it, thank you very much. Even though he isn't into PDA, he still properly courts you in Na'vi tradition like you deserve. He wants you to experience Na'vi traditions since you never had them growing up.

He forces himself to appreciate the Sky People's communication devices because they ease his worries when he's able to talk to you from long distances. Yes, he trusts you to be safe, but he can't trust the rest of Pandora to do the same.

Takes his role as Big Brother to the rest of the Sarentu (Ri'nela, Nor, and Teylan) very seriously since you clearly trust him to guide your family when you're traveling and away from home.

Nsfw (minors dni):

I've said it once, and I'll say it again, this man has ZERO shame when he's eating you out. He's hungry, and he's messy. He's not gonna care how loud or disgusting it sounds.

I wouldn't be surprised if he spent a whole night with his mouth between your legs. I doubt this man has had any action during his life of solitude and path of revenge, so he's going to make up for lost time. If he's craving your taste, you better let him ravage you.

He's one of those lovers who refuses to pleasure himself unless it's to pleasure you, your care and well-being first and foremost in his mind. He doesn't care if it physically hurts not being able to cum, he's going to make sure you cum first. Please please PLEASE give him just as much attention because he deserves it. 🙏

When you two finally mate and form tsaheylu, he's supporting your weight as he takes you up against the nearest tree, being as gentle as physically possibly even with your gummy walls hugging his cock so deliciously. It takes a lot of his strength and willpower not to rail you right away. Since you're bonding for the first time, he wants it to be prolonged and intense. He wants to take his time.

Another reason why he sometimes refuses to cum is because believe it not, he doesn't have a breeding kink. At least not yet. He's not oblivious of the world around you, and even in his frenzied need to have every part of you, he remembers the war and how it's no place to start a family, no matter how much the both of you might want it.

He refuses to budge on the matter, and you need to respect that boundary. So you try other ways to get him to cum. Having him fuck you between the thighs was the best idea since the human invention of sliced bread. He. Loves. It. You have to hold onto his tail because it's always thrashing wildly behind him as he grinds his leaking cock into the tight space where you clench your thighs.

This man has been so deprived that when he cums, he cums a lot. A LOT. It's a shame none if that goes inside you 🫣 what a shame.

Growls. Enough said.

Actually, no, not enough said. Growls between your legs and the vibration puts toys to shame.

Mating bites 🫦 but they're mostly hidden between your thighs, under your loincloth. You definitely feel them as you walk around, and that is one of the little things in life between you and him that gets So'lek to smile.

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I will happily write more about this!

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REVÓLVER SEXUAL | HC

supernova trio x gn!reader (separately)

very light angst + implied nsfw + hispanic/latin reader + past fat shaming + insecurities + fluff + mentioned past unhealthy mechanisms

a/n: totally not self indulging. this has been in my drafts for a year LMAO please like 🧍🏻‍♀️

૮ ּ ۟ monkey d. luffy ׅ ۫ ✧

when you first joined the crew, luffy KNEW you had some sort of trouble with food

you were so hesitant of EVERYTHING that he found himself insisting and making sure you ate well, along with sanji

“y/n, eat more.” you felt like he was your MOM.

you could hear the “estas muy flac@” from your family members or the “ni que estuvieras a dieta” from your mother

but it was so HARD to say no to luffy, captain or not.

you still didn’t have a healthy relationship with food, and still felt a little guilty if you found yourself eating more than you FELT like you should’ve

sometimes you’d go all day without eating until luffy drags you for dinner, it’s not that you did it intentionally, you just don’t find it in you to eat

honestly, it worried luffy but he never really commented on it

all he would do is make sure you at least ate

but when you would play with your food more than eat or even just stare at the plate before you, he would frown and actually force feed you

“Y/N YOU HAVE TO BE STRONG AND HEALTHY SO WE CAN BEAT EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT WAY!”

yet, one day he finds out you literally had an issue with eating, you had mentioned it to chopper and he just happened to overhear

then it clicked why you were always squirmy during intimacy

and WITHOUT FAIL, to your surprise, he started being reassuring to you

he’s always a sweetheart with you, your hype man regardless but this time you knew his intentions were for you to understand you shouldn’t worry about your physical appearance

his eyes were ten times more tender outside the bedroom

yet, when it came to intimacy he was like a hungry animal— kissing, biting and grabbing. it had taken you aback at how specific he was being, but you still melted into him

he made you forget the voices that would say “hide that” or “don’t let him notice” but he made sure you understood that he’ll love you regardless of what you think

and he’s an eater

he’ll eat you up. always.

૮ ּ ۟ trafalgar d. law ׅ ۫ ✧

he’s a DOCTOR. man’s knows when someone is off.

he mistook your lack of interest in food for a stomach bug, genuinely concerned and forcing you to take pills and medicine

lowkey made you feel bad and ashamed to the point you came clean

medical confidentiality right?

😭 the face he gave you!!

“it’s unhealthy to neglect vital nutrients to your body.”

very stern about your meal intake, takes it upon himself to make sure you eat what you can stomach at first and make sure you grow comfortable with both him and food

he’s sweet really, just shows it in private

he literally sits you down and asks you what you would like for your body, because if you have any concerns then you MUST attend them CORRECTLY

no more unhealthy mechanisms

and he falls even more in love when you seem more radiant, more confident.

he’d come up from behind always and just plant a warm, wet kiss on your ear before whispering a compliment on your appearance

he made you feel like no one else’s opinion mattered anymore.

literally it didn’t matter if people commented on your weight, the results you were having made you feel confident

he was definitely surprised when you’d initiate intimacy, when you’d devour him like a starving animal

“someone’s hungry,” he teased once, but when you had paused, he realized his wording must have affected you

he low key panics and stutters out an apology but you smirk at him

“for once i don’t feel guilty for eating-“ and you devour his heart and soul too

૮ ּ ۟ eustass kid ׅ ۫ ✧

i’m sorry but this doofus was really oblivious about it until killer pointed it out

he was so mad at himself. how dare he not see your issue with food?? he thought you gave him your leftovers out of love!!

dude he’s like, an insensitive giant thinking he’s being helpful

it made sense of why you were always trying to put off intimacy or why you’d try to make him see less of you

“i don’t give a damn about how you look. why would i care?” he asks.

in his head he was being sweet and saying “i love you just the way you are.”

but it made you feel like shit

you were already struggling with feeling right with yourself, and he comes and says he doesn’t care? maybe you’re being sensitive but even that made you feel worse

it felt like you’ll never be enough for anyone, even eustass.

you never felt like you mattered, but growing up your weight put labels on you. you grew up with insults being used as nicknames, yet you felt like eustass saw you as nothing

“why aren’t you eating?” he asks when he notices you still aren’t developing a good eating habit, some days you eat well and others you either overeat or don’t eat at all

“does it matter?” you huff.

“i give a damn when you could get sick!”

“you said you don’t give a damn about how i look, so shut up about what i do.” you growl.

“eh? when did i say that!? you need to eat!” he huffs.

“well no thank you.”

you ignore him and he has to corner you in your room to get you to pay him any mind

his interrogations fall deaf in your ears as he cages you under him on your bed

“if i don’t matter to you get out,” you blurt out.

“what are you talking about? when have i made you feel like you don’t matter to me.”

“you know i’m struggling and you just- you just said you don’t give a damn about how i look!”

“because i don’t! does it have to matter? i love you for you! pirates seek out people for their bodies and for their own pleasures! i’m with you because i love you for who you are!”

“and i am not saying you’re ugly or whatever it is you think i think!” he beats you to every argument.

and then he goes on to show you PHYSICALLY what he means. not like, harsh or anything. you’ve never felt so precious under his care before, he kissed you so tenderly.

he didn’t make you feel fragile, like something that could break in a bad way

he made you understand how he sees you as more as his partner- as an extension of his soul, his missing piece

“i’ll make sure you never feel like that again, as long as you’re with me, you’ll be more valuable than a poneglyph. whatever you struggle with, i’ll help you through it.”

your confidence went up, because honestly he’s brutally honest and many people take what the captain says seriously; yet you knew he’s never lie to you

at the end of the day, what your lover says is what matters to you.

[matenrou-fan]

Could you do beel going down to his fem s/o please? I’m in love with your writing!

Beel going down to his fem! darling

ahhh thank you, you such a sweetheart <3 here you are ~

femreader, overstimulation, mention of crempie;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-Despite his not being that experienced in naughty things, you would have a great experience with him.

-I mean, come on, this man loves to eat and all plates after him are so clean as he tries to savor every last crumb. So of course he would send you to heaven with such deft tongue. Beel has a skill, but he just needs to direct this energy in another way..

-Long but fast and hot licks, as he can't pull away from your cunt even for a moment, even to make a sigh as your flavor is just so addicting. His movements quickly become really sloppy, as he just can't control himself, sucking and licking in thirst for more of your juices.

-He didn't talk that much during this, as his mouth was too busy with your trembling folds, maybe just a few small comments about how great you taste.

"Mm.. s/o.. It's so good.." - his voice shaking, so quiet but passionate, more like a low growl of a hungry predator. He breathed heavily, looking at his little trembling prey for a moment, and just now noticing how beautiful you look, with those dim half closed eyes, unfocused and full of lust, with those cheeks, so red like a raspberry pie.. Beel was surprisingly pleased with how much you also enjoyed that, as he was a little bit ashamed of himself for being so out of control and greedy.. But it looks like he can continue..?

-Your pussy is now his favorite dish. Lucifer is probably amazed why every time Beel stays overnight in your room the fridge stays full the next morning. Everyone gets used to the fact that half of the products are missing after Beel's midnight snack, as no one knows that now, when he wakes up in the middle of night, he doesn't smell the food from the kitchen.

-Sweet scent of your hair, of your perfume that you were using in the evening, and this soft delicious smell of your body itself.. This is the only thing he feels as he's already under blankets, almost tearing apart your panties and pressing his drooling tongue to your tasty folds.

-You wake up just to see him eating you out with such pure bliss on his face, Beel is still half asleep and you can't even stop him… Yes, Lucifer always asks you to prevent him from eating everything from the fridge but nothing in this goddamn fridge was as delicious as your trembling wet folds so there's no way Beel will let you go before you cum at least two or three times. Only after that he would calm down a little and fall asleep again, without any memory of it while you are trying to catch your breath, your clit still pulsing from such a pleasurable force.

-So yeah, he's a sucker for your juices, always would lick every drop, pushing his tongue inside you as deep as he can, enjoying the way your hot walls clenched around him.

-Of course he bites too. All your thighs now in hickeys and small bites as Beel just can't control this urge to taste you a little bit more, your soft skin just so yummy.. It's both from his hunger and from a strange wish to mark you as his property. He is always a little bit protective and jealous when it's about something that he really likes, so he wants everyone to know that you already have a loyal man who is always ready to please you.

-Sometimes Beel gets so carried away he can't even hear you or anything around, his hands holding your thighs so tightly as he lifts your hips up so only your upper back and head are on the mattress, mouth glued to your pussy as he licks deep inside you. You can try to struggle or squirm as much as you want, Beel is too buff so you will not escape this greedy tongue as he keeps pressing his tongue to your clit with such passion and neediness like he didn't eat or drink for several days.

-Don't like any teasing as he's too addicted to your flavor and no less needy than you are. But you always end up being overstimulated after, as he can't let you take a break from him until he will satisfy his hunger. And by this time your clit is so sensitive, throbbing from every move of his tongue, burning sensation between your thighs keep increasing as you quickly reach your next climax. Your voice starts to be husky from all these deep moans, your pussy pulsing as Beel sucking your cum with groans, happy that you give him some more..

-You can grab and pull his hair but he would only enjoy that, it's kinda tickling him but your arms are too weak now to actually hurt him, so no, you will not stop him with that, maybe only spark his passion even more.

-It's like, you know.. when you have dinner and turn away for a second just to notice that your pet is trying to steal something from your plate. You will never pull this small piece from their mouth as they bite it with all their strength like if all their lives depend on this. The same story about dogs and random things that they find on the floor and don't want to let go. And the same story with Beel and your pussy as he just doesn't want to lose even a second when he has a chance to get down to you.

-If you're too tired after this, he would be glad to just cuddle with you or bring a glass of water so you will calm down. After all, he is no less pleased than you are now, looking at you with such loving and caring gaze, you have never seen him so fed up and satisfied, even after parties in Demon Lord's Castle.

-But if you want some more, be ready for sloppy fast sex, as Beel can't control himself now. He is always trying to be gentle and careful as he is afraid to break you with his size and length, but your pussy feels so good after he eats you out. He holds you tightly, deep groans tickling your ear and send shivers down your spine right to your core, making you clench around his twitching dick even more.

-"S/o.. You always feel so good.. Please.. Please, can I cum inside, please.." - he always becomes so whiny, almost begging as nothing feels as good as your pulsing hot cunt, every time you squeeze his cock with your walls it feels like you are almost sucking him inside you even more. Don't your pussy also want him to cum inside, to be filled? You keep clenching around him so hard it's hurt to thrust in you, aren't you asking for it?

-Can't say that he likes risk and everything, but he definitely went down on you in the living room and library several times just because it was too hard to resist sudden urge. Beel never knows how to control his bottomless stomach and now he also doesn't know how to control his mouth that starts watering everytime he sees you in a skirt, especially if you wear only socks, not stockings, and your soft delicious skin on thighs is open for him.

-Oh yes. And of course in the kitchen too when you try to prevent him from eating Asmo's donuts or Mammon's tarts. Well, if he can't have food he would quench his hunger with something else, so now instead of plates with dishes you are the one meal that is being served on a table for him to enjoy.

-It's hard to control your voice as he is even more greedy than usual, probably because the only view of your pussy makes him starve. Also he's a little bit angry that you interrupted his dinner so he would eat you out for a long time today, as his hunger slowly turned into thirst, Beel needs more of this sweet nectar of yours..

-"Mm, no.. I'm not finished yet.." - he growls when you try to pull him away, grasping to his red hair. His gaze, so obsessed and wild, makes you shiver, as you never see him like that before. Despite Beel being so wild and ravenous when he goes down to you, today he looks even more feral, with such deep husky breath and passionate burning eyes. But you can't help but enjoy that possessive side of him, feeling as your pussy starts throbbing more under his hungry gaze.

-Your strength was only enough for a small weak whisper, as you asked him to at least move to your room that was near the kitchen. Without a second thought he grabs you, caring in the privacy of your room and locking the door behind him so no one would interrupt him again, from his main, favorite dish, that was already so wet and juicy just for him..

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 30: Just What You Need (Jealous Sex)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Sniper x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sniper seems to be getting a little jealous of your interactions with the other mercs, so you decide to remind him just how much you need him

Tags: Jealousy, insecurity, talking things through, marking, biting, scratching, praise, possessiveness, dirty talk, aftercare, reassurance

Word Count: 2.3k

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It was dinner time at the base, and Sniper was absent. This usually wouldn’t be so odd. Everyone knew that he was a man who enjoyed being alone. That van of his was practically his own personal sanctuary, and skipping meals to hide out in it was a fairly regular occurrence, but today seemed different for a number of reasons.

For one, it was Engie’s night to cook, and no one ever dared to miss a rare chance at some of the Texan’s home cooked food. He was undeniably the best cook among the mercs. Second, while the daily battles had ended in a loss, Sniper still seemed uncharacteristically annoyed. His temper was significantly shortened, especially when dealing with his fellow mercenaries. The next thing you knew, he was nowhere to be found.

Something was definitely off, you decided. So, after just a few bites of some casserole- you hadn’t bothered to ask what kind it was, and honestly it tasted so good you couldn’t be bothered to- you decided to tell Engie to save your plate and went straight to Sniper’s van. It was there that you found him vigorously cleaning his rifle, arranging and rearranging his supplies in an almost frantic manner. His expression was screwed up into a scowl. He looked deep in thought, albeit very unpleasant thoughts.

“Sniper?” Your presence startled him, but thankfully his gaze seemed to soften when it fell on you.

“Oh, it’s just you, doll.” He placed his gun to the side, pulling you into an embrace and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Finished with dinner already?”

“I didn’t eat much. I wasn’t feeling very hungry,” you said, letting yourself lean against the gunman, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breathing. “But really I just wanted to see you.”

“Oh?” Sniper tilted his head inquisitively.

“I know you enjoy your isolation, but it’s not like you to completely disappear for an entire afternoon,” you said, finally just asking the burning question outright. “What’s wrong?”

You felt him tense up immediately, taking a few steps back and looking around, as if searching for anything he could possibly use to redirect this conversation. You waited patiently for him to answer you, making it clear you weren’t going to just let this go. When he finally did respond, he wouldn’t look you in the eye. He almost looked ashamed.

“‘Medic sure did compliment you a lot during the post battle check ups today,” he muttered.

You squinted at him, trying to understand what exactly that had to do with what was bothering him. “Uh, yeah. He said I had ‘great bone structure,’” you said, recalling the encounter. “Honestly, given his track record with skeletons, I would consider that more of a threat than a compliment.”

“And you seem to have caught Spy’s eye as of late too,” Sniper went on, barely acknowledging your response. “I can see the way he looks at you, even on the battlefield.”

“I hadn’t really noticed…” you trailed off, still just as confused as ever. How had these seemingly small incidents contributed to Sniper’s mood? They hadn’t even involved him. These were all interactions that other teammates had with you exclusively.

And that was when realization finally hit.

“Oh, Sniper,” you said, eyes widening. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous!”

The immediate flush that washed over his face confirmed your suspicions. Even he seemed to know deep down that his feelings were unfounded. You were still quick to soothe him before he started to ramble. He always had a tendency to do that when he was caught off guard.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to be embarrassed. I’m glad you told me.” Sniper was facing away from you, unwilling to look you in the eye. You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close from behind. You felt his posture begin to relax.

“I’m sorry doll,” he finally said. “It’s just, when it comes to looks I ain’t much compared to those two. I wouldn’t blame you if you preferred…” he trailed off, as if the very thought was too painful to say aloud. Still, you got the message.

Part of you was hurt that he would think you would be so quick to leave, but you remained calm. You knew that these thoughts were coming from a place of self consciousness. However, you weren’t sure how much reassurance you could offer beyond promising you wouldn’t leave. Sniper could be stubborn, and that translated into his insecurities as well. You thought it out, eventually realizing that an actions over words approach may be more effective, and much more enjoyable.

“You know what,” you began, walking over to the bed where you laid back with a mischievous grin. “If you’re so worried about me running off, how about you come over here and remind me how much I need you.”

Sniper was flustered in an instant, stammering out a one word response. “What?”

You lazily stripped off your shirt, tossing it aside. “Do I need to repeat myself?” You asked, watching as Sniper’s gaze trailed downward, his eyes widening. You hadn’t bothered to wear a bra today. “I want you , Mundy.”

The use of his real name was always bound to get him riled up, and sure enough, he didn’t hesitate to climb into bed with you. Deft fingers made quick work of your pants, nearly tearing them off. There was the wild man you knew and loved! This rough treatment was already turning you on, your soft whines being quickly muffled by Sniper’s lips pressing against yours.

His kisses were desperate, almost ravenous in their intensity, slowly moving from your lips to your jawline. You felt his hands wandering your body, feeling every curve and edge, taking the time to make sure no part of you was left uncaressed. After years of working a job that often necessitated staying in one spot for long periods of time, Sniper had become a very patient man. Plus, he loved the foreplay anyway. He loved the way he could slowly work you up into an eager mess, watching you warm up, listening to your soft sighs turn into moans until you were outright begging for his cock. It was like a game that Sniper alone had the privilege to play, a sight just for him and no one else.

That jealousy flared up a bit, not entirely forgotten despite his arousal. Sniper bared his teeth against your neck, which he had begun gently suckling at just moments before. He didn’t miss the way you arched against him at the sensation of his teeth grazing your skin. Curiously and cautiously, he went a bit further, placing a bite on your collar, not hard enough to break the skin, but definitely firm enough to hurt a little. You moaned , and the noise went right to his core.

You quite liked this possessive side of your lover. With the addition of biting, it almost felt like you were being claimed. “Are you trying to mark me up?” you asked, breathless. “Are you going to make sure everyone knows who I belong to, Mundy?”

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Sniper said, chuckling as he descended upon your breasts, sucking roughly at the soft flesh until hickeys bloomed in all shades of red. He watched them darken into blue and violet hues, joyfully decorating your skin with his marks. Your hips bucked upward, grinding against his clothed erection until he pulled his lips away from your chest with a gasp. “Bloody hell, doll. Don’t you have any patience?”

He pushed your hips down, squeezing hard before letting go. It was all the warning you needed to keep still. Although it was quite difficult, especially when you saw him begin to unfasten his belt. You watched eagerly as he freed his cock, precum already beading at the tip. Your gaze was pulled away from it when your chin was tilted upward, being met with Sniper’s smug, grinning face.

“Spread those legs for me, love.” He pushed at your thighs and you let them fall open. “That’s it, nice and wide.” He kneaded the soft flesh of your inner thighs, feeling it give beneath his fingers. Sniper’s mouth nearly watered at the sight of you submitting so eagerly. You really were all his, sometimes he just needed to remind himself of that, and he couldn’t think of a better way to do that than fucking your brains out.

With little warning, he thrust into you. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, clenching around him and taking a moment to be thankful that you were wet enough to take him in one thrust. He wasted little time setting a steady pace. Any semblance of kisses were now full on bites as he continued to mark you up, now moving to your collar. If Sniper had been willing to tease you more, he may have taken the time to descend further down your body, leaving hickeys along your inner thighs, but for now, the long, stinging scratches that his nails left along that supple skin would have to be enough.

“You take all of this so well. Good girl. My good girl.” The possessive tone was very obvious now. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him close to you before he could bury his face in the crook of your neck again. His eyes were half lidded, teeth clenched with concentration as he thrust into you.

“You’re so hot like this. So fucking handsome.” You felt him shudder slightly and his expression softened, giving in to your praise for just a moment. He rarely let it show, but he loved it when you let him know just how desirable he was.

“You’re mine, doll.” He began to speed up. “Tell me, please, fucking say that you’re mine!”

“I’m yours!” You cried before he could even finish his sentence, already repeating the words like a mantra. “Yours, all yours.”

“Spy couldn’t fuck you like this. Medic couldn’t. No one else could. Only me.” His words were growing frenzied and his hips stuttered. You knew he was close. “I’m the one making you feel this good. Only I can give you what you need.”

“Fuck, yes!”

“ Say it.” Snipers fist closed around your throat. He didn’t squeeze. You still breathed easy, but the action alone still sent a shiver up your spine.

“Only you can fuck me like this, Mundy!”

“That’s right. Keep screaming my name, doll. I want you to scream it until you come.” He released your neck, taking your hand and guiding it down to your clit, “Go on, make yourself come on my cock.”

You chanted his name, your voice heightening in pitch, cutting yourself off with breathy moans until the tight coiling within you reached its limit. You cried out for him one last time before your orgasm hit you like a wave. Had anyone been passing by outside, they would surely know exactly who you belonged to. Sniper reached his peak just as you were coming down from yours, the feeling of you tightening around him pushing him over the edge. You watched him come undone, throwing his head back with a shuddering groan. When he regained some composure he was breathing heavily, looking over your body and taking stock of every bruise and bite mark that had bloomed on your skin. The sight nearly made him reel back.

“Fuck, that was really rough,” he muttered, his expression pinched with worry. “Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s just a bit of bruising, nothing that wouldn’t usually come from sex.” You tried to reassure him, but Sniper looked terribly guilty. You sat up, doing your best to hide a wince as you did so. “Hey, I’m serious. I’m not hurt. Come here.”

You pulled him forward and down onto the bed with you, letting him rest his head in your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the tension melt away from him as he relaxed into your touch. Sniper hummed contentedly, almost ready to let the worry melt away, ‘almost’ being the key word there.

“You know I would never think you’d run off with someone else,” Sniper said. “Those were just stupid, overblown emotions talking-”

“Your feelings aren’t stupid,” you said, cutting him off before he could start to ramble. “They may be a bit irrational, but never stupid. We all have thoughts like that sometimes.”

Sniper chuckled, tilting his head up to look at you. “Even you, love?”

A soft blush settled in your cheeks as you recalled a few times you had gotten a little defensive during some nights out with the team. “You’re an attractive man with a sexy voice. Let’s just say women notice you when we’re out celebrating a win at a club or bar.” You said, frowning slightly. “The drunk ones can be especially bold.”

“Really?” Sniper asked, sounding incredulous. “I guess I’ve never noticed. I only got eyes for you.”

You smiled down at him and he mirrored you with his own grin, looking perfectly happy to use your chest as his own personal pillow. “I know,” you said. “Still, it makes me want to mark you up sometimes too, cover your neck with love bites so that everyone knows you’re taken.”

“Well, given what I just did to you, it’s only fair that you get to have your way with me,” Sniper said. That immediately piqued your interest.

“Is that an offer?” you asked. The only answer you got was a sudden kiss, which you quickly moved to deepen with a bite to Sniper’s lower lip. He moaned softly as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, and if your lips weren’t otherwise occupied you would be smirking. It was your turn to show off your possessive side.

[engeorged]

Dear Nate

(Sequel to Dear Alex)

Dear Nate

I’ve just read your letter and I’m shocked. Maybe not for the reason you think I’m shocked though? Don’t get me wrong, I’m seriously pissed that you drugged me man. Like, I should phone the police really but I needed to write back properly. I have my own confession to make.

You’re right that when we moved in together after college, it was a tenuous friendship. Like we knew each other but not that well. I thought it was worth a try and after a few months we had hit it off so it was all good.

If I’m totally honest I had no idea you felt jealous of me like that. I thought we were buddies and I feel a bit let down that you felt you needed to even the playing field. For my part I always thought we were on the same page on most things?

Here’s the thing. When I started my new job and I started putting weight on, at first I felt super vulnerable. I’d always been into the gym and the only time I’d ever had any extra weight was during bulking season and that disappeared pretty quickly. Like, I’d get to pig out for a bit and enjoy myself and then it was back on the weights so I could bulk up. When I found myself sporting a permanent pot gut I was ashamed and embarrassed. I thought when you were looking at me you were just a bit grossed out by it and felt awful. But then truth be told, as time went on, I actually felt quite free. I’d never really minded watching my weight before but the release of not having to record every calorie I ate in an app was so freeing. After a while I actually started loving my little belly! It felt good to eat and it felt good to have a little timber. Dad bods are in after all!

To hear that in those early stages you were encouraging me to eat is intriguing to me. I knew you were generous with the shopping and the cooking but at that stage I just saw it as you being a great room mate! I had no idea you were doing this intentionally or that you were being vindictive.

I guess it’s time for my confession. When you started putting the gainer shake in my food, that’s when I found out what you were doing. How did you think that I wouldn’t realise? I’ve been using that stuff for years. I can taste it in anything! At first I thought it was just a mistake but then I started tasting it in everything. I confused at first but then it dawned on me that you were lacing my food and I was all set to confront you but it got me thinking. Why would you do that? I then started remembering all the times you’d encouraged me to have an extra potion of something. Or you’d replenished the snacks during the game. I began to notice you checking me out and looking at my belly.

Here’s the thing. I didn’t hate it.

If anything I started to enjoy the attention. The only thing I couldn’t work out was whether you were fattening me up because you hated me or because you liked me and wanted me bigger. So I stared laying traps of my own to see if I could work you out. I began eating more and more to see if you would respond or not. Pretending not to notice that you were constantly plying me with food or putting more unopened beers on the table. You aren’t as subtle as you think you know! I even tried walking round the apartment with my belly on show when I’d stuffed myself to see if you would look or not. And dude, you couldn’t keep your eyes off it! Your eyes followed me round the room like a teenager on heat. That’s when I knew you were into me and the belly.

So I kept it up. I let you stuff me and feed me and get me bloated up every night. And as I leant in to it, I began to enjoy it more and more. The freedom of being able to eat as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted. The feel of my belly getting more and more distended as I packed it full of fattening snacks. The satisfaction of laying back on the sofa totally engorged and rubbing my belly till I felt a little hungry again. I fucking loved it. I even found myself dreaming of eating. Stuffing my face with unreal quantities of food. I’d wake up with wet sheets I was so turned in by them.

Then last week happened. Whatever you gave me knocked me out to be totally honest. I have a vague recollection of some of it. I remember the chilli and some of the game. I remember feeling ravenous. I think I remember the pizzas and now you’ve told me what happened I think I remember you stuffing me. But honestly it was a blur. What I do remember is waking up in the morning the size of a house! Whatever was in those tablets should be illegal. By belly was so distended and hard I couldn’t believe it. I managed to get myself into the shower and take care of it but it wasn’t till after all that that I found your letter.

Now I need you to hear me. What you did was unacceptable. You can’t drug me again without my permission. But that aside, I think I need you to know that I’ve enjoyed the last 12 months more than I’ve ever enjoyed anything in my life. And really, I knew what you were doing and I let you do it. I am so turned on by my new size and a big part of that is having someone do that to me.

It’s gonna take a while to trust you again I think but I’m willing to try to forgive you if you can forgive me for not letting on to you that I knew what you were doing.

I’ve not seen you for a few days but if you get this and your down, I’ve booked a table at the all you can eat Chinese buffet in town for 7pm. If you wanna talk this through then meet me there.

Oh and bring those tablets.

Yours hopefully

Alex

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[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (14)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Activity

Genre: Angst/Fluff & SMUT (& Humor!)

Word Count: 8.1K

<Chapter 13

14. Look at Me

Voe wakes up bright and early at around 10 AM (progress okay?), she enjoys the time she spends doing her makeup, so she decided to add some small earrings to her new ears. Her makeup was light and casual, but just enough to feel in control of herself. She pranced down the stairs with delight and spotted everyone in the parlor conversing and having a grand old time. She spots Angel in the crowd and skips up to him, hugging him from behind.

He’s shocked and caught off guard by this display of affection.

“What the hell- Oh hey,” he turns around inside of her embrace

She looks up at him with bright eyes “Hi,” she says happily

“Uh, did ya need something?”

She nods “I needed to say ‘thank you,’”

He blushes slightly “Oh, no problem. You doing okay?” She nods again “Yes,”

“Good,” he rubs the back of his neck and smiles at her

“You’re such a good friend,”

“I was just, helping out..” he sounds nervous but flattered

“Yeah, that’s why you’re a good friend”

He ponders “Yeah, I guess so,”

She hugs him tighter, placing her head on his torso, and smiling, he hugs her back, placing his head on top of her head.

“Awww you guys!” Charlie spots them hugging “That is so sweet!”

They pull back “Whatever,” Angel flips down his shades “I’m going to work,”

“As am I darling,” Voe fakes a British accent “So long!” as they head out the door

Voe has to walk twice as fast to keep up with Angel. “So I have something to tell you,”

“Okay?”

“So..remember I was telling you about my rut?”

“Mhmm,”

“And then you said I should try and fuck somebody?”

“Mhmmm,” he raises an eyebrow

She takes a deep breath before saying “I had sex with Lucifer,”

He raises his shades to look down at her “First off, not really surprised, but look at you!”

“Yeah yeah yeah, but that’s not it,”

“Well, what else?”

“Afterwards, I wasn’t really…I don’t know how to say it…but I guess satisfied?”

“He didn’t make you cum? OH shit!”

She shakes her head “No, he did. Multiple times, actually. But…you know how sometimes, you get hungry and then you eat something, and it’s good, but then when you’re done, you know that’s not the thing you wanted to eat?”

“I guess?”

“Yeah, it felt like that.”

“Maybe you wanted to fuck someone else?”

She nods “I thought so too. So I had sex with Velvette.”

His eyes widen “Uhuh…?”

“Still the same thing.”

He tilts his head “Well that’s good, cuz you wouldn’t want to be with her like that anyway.”

She looks around “Yeah, but I don’t know what to do.”

“Keep fucking everyone until you find the right one?”

She rolls her head back “Yeah, but that’s exhausting!”

He shrugs “I don’t know, but I gotta go. Good luck with your sex journey.”

She purses her lips “Be safe,” 

“You too, love,” he salutes her jokingly and walks through the doors to Val’s studio. Voe takes a breath, watching him leave before heading up to Velvette’s. 

Alastor sat in his room caressing his cheek. Her handprint was gone, but he could still feel the heat of the flame from her palm. Alastor hadn’t felt anything as invigorating as that slap. The conversation came back to mind, the intensity, the yelling, Voe being able to stand her ground against him…

Alastor was a truly refined man, but the months of October through December always tested his resolve. Whenever he was closest to losing control, it was during those months. He was constantly warm, his muscles tense, his breathing heavy, skin sensitive, and his heart rate faster than it had ever been when he was alive. His face burned as thoughts of carnal desires raced through his mind. He felt ashamed and somewhat disgusted with himself, he found himself to be above such things that drive other sinners wild, above their frivolous desires and weaknesses, but every year this time got to him. He usually sequestered himself around this time to make sure he can control himself. Nowadays he couldn’t do that, he was always needed and every time he left his room there was a chance to run into…her.

She’d been a thorn in his side since the very beginning, but her smell was addicting, and every moment spent in her presence was a moment to watch her in action, doing things. It was hard for him to explain, but he felt drawn to her, it was involuntary, magnetic, a compulsion to watch everything she did. Whether it be standing, walking, dancing, or just talking; while watching her he felt…happy? Maybe excited? Something about the movement of her waist and, pardon his French, derrière drove him up the wall with joy. Though nothing could compare to her lips; as he told her they were quite plump and soft-looking, perfectly round, and two contrasting but perfectly complimentary colors. They looked perfectly sculpted by an expert artist. When he watched her he felt like he had walked into a living art museum, and she was her own exhibit. She brought him joy. Simply put, she was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning. 

Engaging with her was frustrating, she was strong-willed and would never back down from him, her smugness and cockiness infuriating but exciting. Her behavior was interesting and her thoughts showed that she may be worthy of equal footing to him. He wanted to know more, wanted to get closer. Perhaps physical? Maybe a pat or a holding of her arm? Her waist?

Being around her made this time much harder. Adding to the physical reactions and the inappropriate thoughts, were thoughts of her. Daydreams or simple imaginations. And sometimes…the thoughts would mix. Thoughts of her helping him out and providing him with her…company. Then he would see her in person and it would be quite difficult to keep those thoughts from resurfacing. Like he said, every year around this time he would seclude himself, but being around her made him not want to. 

Entering Velvette’s studio she saw Velvette of course, looking through papers on a clipboard. Sitting in the corner of the space was Vox; stewing on his chair as he looked her up and down with contempt then made a show of looking away from her. She darts her eyes away from the man to focus on her boss.

“Ah! There you are! Good morning darling!” Velvette embraces her and kisses her on the lips. Voe nervously glances toward Vox in the corner, who only glares at her more and more angrily. “Just the doe I wanted to see. I have big plans for you, love!”

“Uh Velvette? What’s with flat screen over there?”

She glances back at Vox “Oh, him? He’s just here to help me with advertising,”

“Advertising what?” “Well, that’s the news! I’m planning a runway show. Starring you! And I want you to help me plan it!”

She widens her eyes “Really? Why?”

“Well, I based it off of you, so who better to help plan it? We’re going to recruit some more models that look a bit like you for this, but of course, there’s no beating a fucking original!” She grabs her by the shoulders, shaking her

Vox scoffs from the corner of the room “I could think of people,”

“Oh hush Vox! We’re done talking, you can leave now!”

Vox stands to his full height and exits the studio, glaring at Voe all the way out.

“Uh, what’s his problem?” She asks her boss

She shrugs “Ever since the interview, he thinks you’ve been lying to him about the Alastor stuff. I won’t let him hurt you but, watch your back.” She puts her hand on Voe’s shoulder 

“Yikes,” Voe pulls at her collar

“Anyway!” she claps “We have so much work to do.”

They discussed the clothing designs and the sizes that should be offered, and Velvette allowed Voe to pick the model candidates while caressing her thigh.

“You know you could stay here,” Velvette whispered in her ear “Since we have so much work to do, and we’ll be spending so much time together. I thought maybe you’d consider just staying here with me. We could have a whole new room made for you….” she draws circles on her thigh “Or you could sleep in my room with me,”

Voe clears her throat, smiling “Thank you, I will consider it.”

Velvette seems quite offended at the lack of a ‘yes’ “Whatever,” she rolls her eyes “Oh! By the way, Vox also wanted to know if you had any more information on the Red Beast?”

“Umm? He brought me home after the disaster at the club,” she offers

Vox immediately kicks down the door “HE WHAT?!”

“My DOOR! DAMMIT VOX!” she rubs her forehead “She’s saying that Alastor brought her home from the club.”

Vox grins “Oh did he?”

“Very interesting isn’t it?”

She drops her hands to her sides and purses her lips “Yeah, when I woke up I was in my bed. He said that he carried me and tucked me in. He even gave me a glass of water.”

Vox and Velvette grin at each other devilishly. “Really? Is there anything that he said in particular? Anything you two talked about?”

“Like what?”

“Anything at all?”

She puts her finger on her chin “We talked, but about a lot of stuff.”

“What did you talk about? Tell us everything.”

“Well, he mostly kept asking why I licked him-“

Vox laughed out loud “H-HA HA HA. I’m sorry, You licked him? Why-Never mind I don’t care. Anything else, my dear?” He’s suddenly looking down on her with happy eyes 

“Uh, yeah. I…kinda slapped him..”

“Really?” Velvette asked. Voe nods “And you’re still alive?”

She looks down at herself “Alive as I can be.”

“Someone’s going soft,” Velvette glances at a grinning Vox “Anymore?”

“I… asked why he wanted to do radio.”

“Really?” Vox leans down, grin getting wider “What did he tell you?”

Vel scoffs “Better not be anything sentimental and boring,”

“Uh, then you’re gonna be disappointed,”

“Ugh,”

She takes some time to recall “He said, it was because, on the radio, your looks don’t matter, as long as you have the voice.” She smiles to herself thinking of his poignant words

The air is silent before Velvette and Vox break out into manic laughter, Vox especially. 

Vox wipes a digital tear from his eye “I’m sorry, is that all?” he straightens his tie

Voe is unsure of what was so funny, but she guessed it wasn’t a joke for her to get “Uh, yes. That’s all,”

“Alright,” Vox says, standing tall “Velvette?”

“I know what to do,” she says, typing into her phone “Okay, you’re dismissed.” She waves Voe away, and the doe gets up and leaves. She heard their cackling through the closing door.

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“So, everyone is probably wondering why today’s activity is at night, and that is because my dad,” Charlie gestures toward Lucifer “Is so busy during the day and he wanted to join the activity. So let’s give my dad a round of applause,” the resident’s clap for their King, Voe especially

“Amazing parenting,’ she jokingly says toward Lucifer, who is sitting next to her, with his hand on her thigh

Charlie seems slightly put off by it but continues on anyway “Tonight’s activity is simple. We’re just going to say how our days were, and our favorite parts. And we’re gonna go popcorn style, so whoever wants to go can just go!”

“I’ll go,” Angel pipes up from the other side of Voe

“Oh wow, Angel! That is amazing! Go ahead!”

“Woo Angel!” Voe cheers for her friend

“Well, the good news is that I finished work early, and my favorite part was that I scored some heroin.”

Charlie’s eyes are wide “Not exactly the kind of news I was looking for, but great job! Seriously, amazing!”

“Where’d you score heroin? Where’d you get it from?” Voe whispers to the spider

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

She nods “Yeah, that’s why I’m asking,” but he just ignores her

Lucifer clears his throat “I’d like to go next. My day was great because I got to spend it with my daughter and meet new incoming sinners. My favorite part was getting to know them and helping them find a place to stay,”

“Dad! That’s amazing!” The residents clap again

“He’s amazing! Best King I’ve ever seen,” Voe says smiling at him

“Who’s next?” Charlie asks

No one goes.

“C’mon! Don’t be shy!” She scans the crowd “Voe! Why don’t you go next?!”

“What the fuck?”

“Please?” She rolls her eyes “Um, I guess my day was cool. My boss wants me to help plan a runway show-“

“Aw, that’s amazing!”

Voe lightens up at the validation “And the clothing line is based on me and my body type,”

“Wow Voe! You’re really making a name for yourself in Pentagram City! I’m so proud of you!”

The residents clap for her

Angel scoffs “No one clapped for me,”

“Well, I’m just glad that I’m earning more of my boss’s favor, so I guess that’s my favorite part,”

“Yeah, much more,” Angel mumbles under his breath and Voe elbows him

“That’s all.” She smiles at Charlie

“Great job!”

Lucifer whispers in her ear “Great job Ducky, I should reward you later,”

She turns to him and they grin at each other, and she gives him a playful warning look.

Alastor stands a few feet behind the parlor couch where the two of them sit. He glares at their playful joy.

“Guys come on,” Vaggie pipes up “This is part of your redemption, just tell us how your day was. It could literally be one word.”

“I’d love to participate!” Alastor raises his cane

Charlie blinks “Really?”

“Yes of course! We’re all a community!” he shrugs “My day was quite splendid!”

“Okay?” Vaggie questioned, waiting for more

“You did say it could be one word,”

Vaggie’s lips form into a straight line “Okay, thank you Alastor. What an amazing example!” She says sarcastically

Lucifer, the pigeon, has a smug grin as he whispers something into Voe’s ear and she starts to giggle, hitting him playfully. Alastor’s rage grew every second he stared at the two of them, canoodling like they were close friends, or worse, something more.

“Hmm, discussing ways to fix that ‘depression’?”

The whole room grows silent.

“Wow,” Angel deadpans “Talk about douchebaggery,”

Even Husker is surprised at the level of assholery that came out of his boss’s mouth.

Voe turns around, giving Alastor a disgusted look “Alastor, mental health is not something to joke about. Depression is…serious.” She just looks disappointed in him. She turns and comforts Lucifer “I’m sorry Luci, I don’t even know why he would say that.” She kisses his forehead

Alastor looks around to see no comfort in anyone’s eyes “I have things to do,” he says before dissipating into the shadows

Voe wraps her arms around Lucifer’s shoulders

Later that night as Angel was walking back to his room, a familiar cloud of shadow appeared in front of him, they faded away to reveal Alastor, already looking annoyed at his presence. Angel does a double take, seeing no one else in the hallway.

“Holy shit, is this going where I think it’s going? Finally!” he puts his hands on Alastor’s shoulders “Well, I prefer missionary, but-“

“Get your hands off me,” Alastor speaks quietly and evenly, but with much anger behind it

“Okay, maybe it’s not.” Angel drops his hands

Alator stands his cane on the floor “Tell me what you know about Voe,”

Angel leans on one of his legs “What about her? There’s a lot to know,”

“What is happening between her and…Lucifer?” He grits his teeth just saying the King’s name “You agree they seemed awfully close during tonight’s activity, yes?”

Angel smirks “Why do you wanna know?”

“I just do.”

Angel’s amusement rises “Are you jealous Smiles? Is that why you said that tasteless joke back there?”

“I just believe that she can do better,”

“Like you?” he raises his brows

Alastor tilts his chin up “Looking at you, maybe there is a brain up there,” he taps Angel’s head with his cane

Angel swats the cane away “Look, you should really be asking her all this, why you coming to me?”

“Because I did. Now tell me what is going on between them.”

Angel leans against the wall “It’s not my information to tell-“

Niffty scurries up between the two men “Hi Angel, Hi sir! I heard you guys talking! Mommy and the Bad Boy have sexy times! I’ve heard them through the door! It sounded really dirty. I wanted to clean, but they wouldn’t let me in!”

“Oh,” Alastor responds in surprise “Thank you, sweetie,” he pats Niffty’s head “Have a good night Angel!” Alastor calls as he walks down the hall

The spider glances at Niffty “What?” she asks “I hear you in your room too!” she bounces excitedly

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A/N: There’s smut a coming!

I think he really wanted some attention today. he told some tasteless joke about depression

🤭😭😂

After texting her boss Voe plugs in her phone, leaving it on the nightstand face down, turning her lamp off, and closing her eyes. If not to sleep then to at least relax herself into peaceful imaginations. 

After barely two seconds of having her eyes closed she felt a cool-ish breeze in her room in the direction that her back was facing, which was odd since her room was usually kept warm. She turns to face her bedroom door, seeing only darkness, with her ears twitching all the while. She picks up one of her pillows and throws it at the darkness, where it reaches a certain point, and then explodes into feathers. She lets out a sigh mixed with a grunt.

“What?”

Alastor opens his crimson eyes and speaks “Hello, my doe”

She was annoyed but couldn’t help blushing at being referred to as his doe. Was he claiming her as his?

“What?” she repeats herself

He takes a step toward her bed “Well that isn’t a very polite way to speak to your…friend.” he says the word like it’s dripping from his teeth

“Yeah? Since when are you concerned with being polite?”

“Since right now, of course. Keep up.”

She rolls her eyes “What do you want?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you,”

Voe’s breath gets caught in her throat. There is no way he just said that to her. He must’ve meant it in a sick twisted way “Like for dinner? Or a snack?”

He chuckles, clearly amused “Speaking of snacks, I went to look for you in the kitchen and you weren’t there,”

“Obviously, because I’m up here,”

“Yes. Why?”

She crosses her arms “I wasn’t hungry tonight,”

“Yes, I suppose you’ve gotten full off of… apples,”

She raises her eyebrow “What?”

 “Truly, my doe I simply thought you had better taste and better manners than that,”

She stands off the bed and walks over to him “What do you mean exactly?”

“Just that it’s rude to vie for the affection of one man while entertaining another,”

Voe stares up at him in disbelief “Are you calling me a slut?”

Alastor sounds playful “No, of course not! I’m simply saying that I was unaware that you were starving this much for attention. If I had known, I would have obliged much sooner.” He looks at his nails

She squints “Say what you want to say to me Alastor,” her tone turns serious

“There’s something about you. I can’t behave normally when you’re near. I am thrown off kilter and my mind scrambles when you are present.” He turns his head downward “And I can feel it even when you’re not,”

Her eyes pierce into his “And?”

“I smell you everywhere.” He speaks through his teeth

Voe rubs her eyes and stares up at him “What?”

“You are deliciously suffocating.”

“Oh yeah? What do I smell like?”

“Hot, wet, sweet, and…sticky”

“Oh,” she blushes shifting the orientation of her legs

“I hear you’re getting hot and sweaty with Lucifer. I cannot believe that you would do that to yourself. That absolute turkey doesn’t deserve you.” He steps closer to her

“Really? And who does?” She questions somewhat mockingly 

He grabs her waist and presses her against the door “Me.” He says, sounding full of rage and lust

Voe looks up at him, feeling a tingle in her chest “Um, to be honest, I’m really turned on right now..? I’m not sure if you’re doing that on purpose or…”

“Do you actually think that I can just exist normally, with you walking around, acting and…looking like that?

“Like what?”

“All…like that,” he gestures to her face and body 

“Like what?!”

He squeezes her waist “Gorgeous,” he growls down at her 

Her neck flushes, but she bites back “What about you, huh? Am I supposed to just go about my day after you growl in my ear and get all up in my face? “ she waves her hands in her face “Your 7ft tall ass, looking down at me with those sexy piercing eyes, touching me with those long fingers…” she slows down her words “and sharp claws I want you to scratch me with.”

He forcefully shoves her up against her door, the pain rattles through her and ignites a fire in her core.

“Your curvaceous body, begging to be cupped and seized by my hands.”

“Those teeth I want you to sink into my skin,”

“Those lips I crave to feel on me,” his voice lowers in pitch and volume

“Those antlers I dream of holding onto,” 

“You smell amazing,” they both breathe out

Alastor reorients himself, takes a breath, and continues “I should like to make a deal with you.” 

“I will own my soul for the rest of my existence Alastor,” she spoke assuredly and somewhat flatly

“Not for your soul,” he approaches her, cupping her chin, the tips of his long, slender fingers almost reaching the bottom of her eyes. This forces her to turn her neck up to see him “I need something from you.” His voice lowered in pitch and sounded more intimate. 

She raises an eyebrow “You. Need something from me?” She sounded quite incredulous “What?” She crosses her arms, and he drops his hand, her head still angled upwards. 

“I am…in a bit of a rut.” She looks slightly confused. He gestures towards his slightly bigger antlers “A rut.” 

Her eyes widen as she processes the meaning of his words. “Mhmm..”

"I need your company to help me through it. In exchange, I will owe you a favor on your terms," he said.

She snorted. "My company?"

"Yes," he said, dragging the word out and straining his smile as his eyes betrayed annoyance at her lack of understanding. It took her a minute or so to comprehend the truth behind his request.

"Oh! My company! You want me to..." She widened her eyes and grinned slyly, clearly aware that she held the power in the situation despite Alastor's attempts to portray otherwise. She was a bit embarrassed to admit that she didn’t think the Radio Demon would be affected by mating season. "Why me?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. Her smirk grew as she saw the impatience in his eyes and the way he tightened his fingers into a fist to avoid grabbing her immediately.

“You are just the least objectionable option within my vicinity, darling. Don’t think too much about it.” He went back to sounding as though he was performing in front of an audience.  

“Okay but, the ‘great’ Radio Demon never was one to settle for the ‘least objectionable’ option. No, Alastor has to have the best!” She leans into him “Am I the best?” She asks in a mocking tone. 

“Think what you want my dear. Besides, you are a doe. It just makes sense. Do we have a deal or not?”

“Okay…I will give you my company, but in addition to the favor,” she pauses, crossing her arms and placing a finger on her chin. “You have to let me touch you,”

“During..?”

“And after. Indefinitely.” She says, her tone confident and unwavering  “Do we have a deal?” She sticks her hand out to him. 

He squints at her, rolling his eyes, not exactly loving the terms, but considering that he was somewhat desperate and physically needed her at this point, he sighs, “Fine.” And takes her hand, the room lighting up with green as the deal is struck. 

They stand there in silence for a moment, each waiting for the other to do something.

“So how shall we proceed?” Alastor asks, his cheeks the same shade as his eyes

Voe’s eyes widen “Oh you want it now!” she exclaims, Alastor giving a curt nod in response. She looks up at him “Do you not know what to do?” she takes a step toward him

“Well… I’m not exactly sure how to get started.” He says playing with his fingers

“You were around in the 1920s there’s no way you don’t know what sex is.”

“I know,” he hissed at her “what it is. I just haven’t…indulged in that kind of activity.” He looks away from her, and his hands grip his cane as though he doesn’t know what to do with them

Voe’s mouth dropped open, “Are you a virgin?” Alastor doesn’t answer, but turns fully away from her “You’re a virgin!” She whispers with a grin “Hey, turn around” he does “I’m not judging, I’m just flattered that I’ll be your first.” She bats her eyelashes at him

“Don’t make it a bigger deal than it is my dear.” 

Voe’s eyes turn from doe to siren in an instant “Let me hold your cane.” She asserts. 

Initially, Alastor rejects this but is soothed by her humming as she wraps her fingers around the part of it in his hand, and removes it from him, examining it, and carefully placing it against a wall. 

“Sit please.” He obliges, unaware of why he’s even obeying her in the first place. She carefully removes his coat, hanging it on a hanger, humming all the while. When she returns she places her hands on his shoulders.

“You’re so…” she runs through all his qualities “confident. So ruthless, and so powerful.” She faces him towards the mirror “I’m truly honored that you came to me for assistance.” Her hand slinks around his throat, her other hand removing his monocle. Alastor is tense at the touch, but since she is gentle and caring with her fingers, he easily settles and becomes comfortable. 

“To be able to manifest anything, or destroy anyone that comes your way,” she bites her lip and sucks in some air “Never in my life did I meet a man that powerful,” her grip slightly tightens around his throat, while her other hand is sliding down his chest. “It’s so sexy..”

She circles back around to the front of the chair and places both hands on the armrests, standing above him. 

“Can I sit on your lap, Bambi?” She smirks 

Alastor reaches out and pulls her on top of him. “Ooh,” she cooed, placing her hands on his chest “I’m going to take these off okay?” She pinches his vest and shirt. 

“Proceed,” he watches her carefully as she unbuttons and removes the vest, draping it across the back of the chair. When she reaches for the shirt, he grabs her wrist “It seems unfair that you haven’t removed any of your clothing, doesn’t it my dear?” His brows furrowed 

She snickers and pulls her wrist free “Okay,” she smiles flirtatiously and pulls her shirt up over her head, leaving a bralette “Is that better?”

“Much,” his voice bordering on a growl

She makes quick work of the buttons and Alastor tenses before she removes the garment. 

“Everything all right?”

“Everything is…fine.” He looks away from her and she turns him back by his chin

“We can stop if you’re feeling uncomfortable, remember that” he nods once and watches her pull off his shirt to reveal a torso covered in scars. On his chest, his stomach, and even his neck. The largest one from Adam, going from his left shoulder diagonally to the top of his stomach. Voe marvels at them, tracing her hands and fingers over them, eyes wide and lips hanging apart. Her nails were trailing behind her fingertips, leaving a slightly pleasant sting behind. She gets lost in his scars before she looks back up at him, her lower lip between her teeth. 

“Would you like me to take off my bralette?” She whispers

“Your…bra?”

She smiles as if he’s amusing “It’s a bralette” She chuckles

He holds onto her waist as if his life depended on it “Yes,” he stares at her chest intensely as she raises the fabric over her head, freeing her breasts from their caging. Alastor’s neck reddens slightly as his body grows warm, staring at her newly naked flesh. 

“Would you like to touch me here?” 

“Yes,”

She grabs his wrists, placing each hand on a breast gently. He instinctually massages them, feeling her hard nipples against his palms. She shuts her eyes as she pulls her lips in, chest vibrating from her moans. He gets rougher with his touches and her moans get louder. His cock jumps in his pants, against her clothed cunt. The jump opens her eyes and she touches his chest. 

“Stop.” She breathes out “Or I’m gonna cum early” she laughs

She presses her body against his, hugging him, both of them topless. “How does this feel?”

“Fine, my dear” he responds, grateful she cares about his comfort level, but also growing impatient at the slow pace. She can feel his heart racing, and he can feel hers. 

“Do you want to remove your own pants?” She asks, still holding his body against hers. 

“Yes,”

She removes herself allowing him to stand and remove his pants, unsheathing a thick and long beige-ish gray cock with a tuft of red pubic hair above it. 

Voe’s eyes are wide as can be and her eyebrows up to her hairline. 

Alastor starts to feel self-conscious and vulnerable as she stares, “What?” He snaps

Voe blinks “Where have you been hiding that?”

“Under my clothes?”

“Um no, there has to be some sorcery involved, because when you wear clothes you look flat as a board, now I find out you have a whole log between your legs!”

“I don’t know what to tell you, my dear,” he shrugs, his grin turning cocky

She grins “Oh now I’m super excited for this!” She claps, going to remove her pants when Alastor reaches out

“Wait,” And she does. “I would like to do it,”

She wears a wide grin “Okay,” her voice deep and melodic

Alastor bends over to pull her shorts down. 

“It’s easier with you on your knees,” her smirk never wavering. She lifts her leg, placing her foot on his shoulder to press him down into a kneeling position which he acquiesces to. Once on his knees he removes her pants and helps her step out of them. Once only her panties were left, he stared at the garment, placing her foot back on his shoulder to stuff his face into her clothed core, taking in the scent that had been taunting him for weeks.

“Ah!” She yelps at the suddenness of his actions. His nose unknowingly stimulates her erect clit “Oh! Mmmfuck…” she reflexively rolls her hips against his face, creating more friction and more drippage that he longs to sniff. “Oh my gosh, if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum on your face!” she whispers

He inhales her scent once more before removing the lace garment, seeing trimmed red pubic hair adorning her light brown vulva. He looks up at her from on his knees and she extends a hand to him which he takes and stands to his full height. 

“Oh my gosh, you do have a tail! And hooves!” She announced in shock and delight 

“Tell this to no one,” he states sternly. He clears his throat “Please,”

“It’s cute,” she touches his face “I love your body,” she speaks sincerely at a low volume. She boops his nose and it twitches in response. 

“You can’t love it as much as I love yours,” he drags his thumb down her plump lips. She catches the digit inside them, sucking on it to her heart’s content. His face turns a similar shade to his hair. For once he was speechless, the rest of his fingers under her chin. His cock twitches in the air, her eyes darting down to view it. With his thumb still between her teeth, she grins. She removes it from her mouth. 

“Wanna bet?”

“Honestly I am…frightened of taking that bet,”

Her grin turns evil “Smart man,” she winks

“So…what now?” He looks around 

She claps “If this is going to happen, you need to take off that radio filter. You’re talking to me, not a mic”

“Okay…” he says without it, squinting at her

“Ooh, that’s better,” she pushes him into a sitting position on her bed “Now, we need to discuss positions.”

“All right,”

“What position would you like to try?”

His face is full of confusion “My dear, I have no idea to what you are referring,”

She chuckles “How would you like our bodies to be while I give you my company?”

“I suppose I shall take the lead?”

“Of course, you will,” she turns her head “Just like a man too,” she jokes under her breath

“Hmm?” He tilts his head

“Nothing!” She claps again “Anyway! There are many positions where you can take the lead. Such as doggystyle/leapfrog, butterfly, lazy dog-“

“You have experience in..all of these?”

She grins “Yes,”

“What do you propose for a..novice like me?” He sounds annoyed and self-conscious at once, not being the one in control

She taps her chin “Hmm. Is there anything specific that you’d like to happen?”

He thinks “Well, I’d love to stare at your pretty face”

She nods “Alright perfect! We can do missionary!”

“Missionary?”

“Mhmm. One of the simplest and most common positions. You probably know of it, just not by its name. Great for a newbie like you!”

She climbs on the bed next to him, laying on her back. “Come.” She orders “You get on top of me,”

“Alright,” 

He crawls toward her, sliding into the space above her. He places his hands on either side of her, holding himself up while climbing on top. 

“Because you want to see my face?” she asks playfully, smiling up at him. “Do you think I’m pretty?” she teases. He doesn’t answer, so she runs her hand through his hair and scratches a spot behind his ear. His eyes widen and his ears stand up, but then relax, as does the rest of his face. His smile becomes less about dominance and more about joy. “Tell me I’m pretty,” she breathes out to him. Finally, he speaks, “You’re quite beautiful, darling.” before he sinks his teeth into the skin of her neck, drawing blood. He licks it up and she moans, liking the pain. 

The weight of him on top of her was comfortable and cold. A nice chill to offset her warmth. He was thin, but not enough to see his bones. She pulled him closer as he bit and licked on her skin, leaving marks all around her neck and collarbone. 

“You’re so cute without your monocle,” she giggles and tells him when he comes up from her neck, still running her hands through his hair, touching and caressing his ears, which were twitching in response. 

“Are you still hard?” She flutters her lashes

“Yes…” he’s looking down at her face, still flushing 

“Let’s be sure,” her eyes are lidded as she drags her tongue across her palm, reaches down and grips his cock, to which he makes a buck grunt. Her eyes light up “Ooh, Bambi likes,” as she starts pumping the shaft. 

Alastor is embarrassed by his animalistic instincts, but the pleasure is too overwhelming for him to care. He’s letting out elk bugle sounds as she pumps him faster and faster, his cock hardening in her hand.

Voe is impressed with herself “That’s better,” She rubs the tip of his dick against her wet folds, causing herself to whimper. She positions it right at the entrance of her cunt, him feeling her wetness leaking out, oh so ready for him. “When you’re ready, just thrust forward, okay?”

He enters her, following her advice. The wet warmth greets him like he is coming back home. His eyes flutter and roll back, Voe closes her eyes, processing the pleasure. 

“You still don’t like me?” She grins devilishly after seeing his reaction, bites her lip and moans. “Still don’t like my attitude?”

He ignores her taunting in favor of checking in with her. He could feel her all around him as he presses through her heat “Are you alright?” He grunts out

“Yes, I’m fine”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she licks her teeth “Look who’s being gentlemanly.”

“I’m always gentlemanly.”

“Right. Is that in between being creepy and committing murders?” She smiles up at him. He flattens his brows and pushes himself deeper inside her at an agonizingly slow pace. She moans from the sensation, then groans from the pace. 

“Faster please,” she moans with her head back

He grips her thick thighs, his claws scratching against her soft flesh as he pushes himself deeper into her. She pulls his head down into her chest and bites his ear. Another bleat escapes his mouth “Look at me” she growls into the ear she had between her teeth, then lifts his head to leave kisses along his chin and throat.  Alastor grabs her wrists and pins them above her head, her face sprouting a smirk; as he thrusts into her forcefully. 

“Uh..yes. Keep doing that. Fuck…mmm…give it to me please,” She throws her head back exposing her neck. He grabs her chin and pulls her head back down.

“Look at me,” he purrs teasingly 

“I’d love to,” she pulls her arms free from him to wrap them around him and scratch into his back, noticing there were scars present there as well. She surveyed them quickly and decided that her mission was to add some more. She digs her sharp nails into his skin. 

The sensations build up inside them both. He fucks her hard as her eyes roll back into her head. Each thrust felt like it was digging inside, her sweet spot a punching bag for his cock. Once she opens them again, she is met with his face, oh so close and covered in sweat, his red hair sticking to his forehead. A close-lipped smile with closed eyes adorned his face as he was concentrating on doing a good job.

A good job at what exactly? Well, despite Alastor’s initial seeking her out for his own benefit, he’d developed an overwhelming need/desire, to please her. He hadn’t time to think about it, but he supposed he had a desire to maybe prove that he was worth something? That he could be of use to her in some capacity? She’d rejected his protection, as well as his guidance, so maybe she could keep him around for this?

What? No, that thought was dismissed from his head immediately. 

She pushes his hair back and meets her forehead with his, eyes open, drinking in the sight of her face, twisting and contorting with pleasure at every thrust and slap of her clit. She looks into his eyes, and he looks back into hers, visually devouring each other, each basking in the other’s scent, and lips so close they could almost taste each other. 

She snaked her hands through his hair once more, keeping him from being able to move his head or his eyes from her. His thrusts getting sloppier and less refined, both of their legs twitching, inching closer to their climax, him slightly losing control of himself while drowning in her eyes. 

“Don’t you dare stop,” She commands him, her lips brushing against his, while gripping a fistful of his hair. 

He grunts into her neck “I wasn’t planning to,” 

The sweat on their foreheads mixing, she looks him in his eyes “I need you to cum inside me Alastor.” She speaks with such authority, and unaware of why, he felt as though she was in charge. He, the great and feared Overlord, the Radio Demon, felt submissive to this doe that partially came out of nowhere, this common demon, this brat. He couldn’t help but follow the sound of her voice, and watch every movement of her face. The whines, the moans, the movement of her lips, the way her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. Normally he was full of retorts, but now he had nothing to say. The feeling of the warm wetness inside her had stolen his words. 

“Alastor,” she whispered his name, snapping him back into focus “Cum inside me okay? Can you do that for me?” She spoke as though she was teaching him something and was making sure he was capable

“We can do that right?” She nods and he nods along with her “Yeah? Yeah, we can do that, right? Mhmm?” She bites her lip as her words turn into moans, and she throws back her head, exposing her neck. He takes the opportunity to drag his thick tongue across it, tasting her skin and the saltiness of her sweat. Her core twitches in response. She wraps her legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper, as they both feel their climax edging closer and closer. She lifts her head back up and pulls the buck closer to her body. “I am so fucking close right now.” 

Alastor starts instinctively turning his head to hide the red on his cheeks but she’s having none of that. She grabs his chin and turns it back to face her. “No, you wanted to see my face right? Now look at my face. You think I’m so pretty right? I’m so pretty? Look at my pretty face while you fill me up with your seed. Look at me while you fill me with your cum. Fuck!” She lets out a low hungry groan “Fuck! I need it! Please…please…please cum in me Alastor, please” she begs him softly, her eyes bright and wide. The cognitive dissonance between her innocent appearance and the filth coming out of her mouth was at this point too much for him to handle. 

“My doe,” she looks at him “Guess who’s coming for you,” she raises a brow in confusion, as he grins. With one last thrust, he emptied inside her and her core clenched around him, twitching and holding him hostage, just in case he even thought about removing himself. All this while Voe stared directly into his crimson eyes, their foreheads connected. She then shuts her eyes, letting out a powerful satisfied scream, and grabs his lower lip with her teeth. 

He could feel their combined fluids leaking out into the towel she had placed down and they stayed there in that position staring at each other until the dripping stopped. Alastor was stunned, he had no idea what to do next, this was new territory, him feeling this way. Voe could see it too. She grins wildly at him and rubs her nose against his, which he reflexively reciprocates, his tail gently swishing back and forth. 

“You’re hot when you’re quiet. But you can get off me now.“ though her words were slightly aggressive, her tone was sickly sweet “Unless you wanna keep going, but you look like you’re tuckered out Bambi.” She spoke the last word with a teasing tone, snapping him back to his senses, seeing reality now. He removes himself from her, the air feeling cool compared to her warm insides. 

Alastor turns his head toward her “I assume based on your reactions that my performance was satisfactory, yes?”

Voe breathes heavily “What?”

“Was my performance satisfactory?”

“You want to know if you did a good job?”

“Yes,”

Voe starts giggling as she turns onto her stomach, putting her face into her pillow

Alastor seems slightly offended “I don’t exactly see what’s funny,”

“No one’s ever asked me to rate them before,”

“Just…give me a number off the top of your head,”

“Uh, I guess 7/10?”

“7??”

“A high 7! Almost 8!” She giggles

“Well that’s just unacceptable,” he rolls onto his back “I need a 10/10,” he smirks looking at the ceiling 

“You can try,” she draws circles in the bed with her nail

“I intend to,”

They lay in silence for a few beats, until Voe breaks it.

“Why don’t you sleep? Actually, never mind, you don’t need to answer that. I already know.”

“Oh please, you know nothing.”

“Yeah? You don’t sleep because it’s a vulnerable state to be in and you hate to appear vulnerable. You can’t stand the idea that somebody, anybody might take advantage of your vulnerable position and be able to…I don’t know, defeat you? Sound about right?” She asks turning to lie on her stomach

Alastor’s eyes remain wide open, as he he finally made speechless. The two stare at each other until Alastor says “I will confirm nothing, but if that were correct, I’d wonder how you managed to come to that conclusion.”

Voe snorts “I told you, my dad is a psychiatrist. It’s a skill. I was taught by an expert. So while you can read others, at least those easy to read, I can read you.” She rests her head on her hand

“Tell me something Vera,” he turns to her. She raises her brows in acknowledgment “Why do you not like to eat in front of others?”

She blushes, her eyes looking away “Um.. well I-“ she looks up at Alastor, who gives her his full attention “Sometimes I feel fat,” she mumbles 

“What’s that?”

“You know how I’m like, bigger in terms of my body? Well, sometimes I feel fat and disgusting. Like when I eat in front of people,”

“Are you joking?” He deadpans 

Her eyes dart around “No I’m not joking. Not that being fat is bad for anyone else, I just think it’s bad for me, if that makes any sense.”

“I suppose I understand,” he thought of himself, not in regards to weight, of course, he was quite slender. No, in regards to his ethnicity. He never desired to disrespect his wonderful mother, but throughout his life and even his death, he found it hard to admit to his Blackness. That somehow, made him less than others. But similar to Voe’s ideals, the Blackness in others- case in point, her- was not only acceptable but beautiful. 

She reaches out to touch his body, tracing scars on his chest, when she gets to the big one, he flinches in pain and she says

“That scar,” she points to his chest “You got that from Adam?” It’s a question, but the tone implies that it’s a statement

Alastor doesn’t respond, only staring at her with shame in his eyes, while his smile remained

“I know I wasn’t there when that happened, but I don’t think you’re any less strong,”

“I would like to stop talking about this,”

She stares at him “Okay,”

There is no sound in the room for a few moments. Voe just stares at Alastor as he examines his own chest and the scar on it. He pulls the cover over himself after a few minutes of looking at it. He blinks before saying “I do want to apologize for my…joke earlier. It was very tactless of me.”

“Yes, it was.”

Alastor clears his throat “I’d like to make something clear,” Voe turns to look at him, leaning on her arm “This will be happening again,” he says staring up, lying on his back

Voe turns his face to her “Rude, this is an intimate activity. If you want it again, you need to ask, and you can at least look at me.”

He sits up, clearing his throat again “May I have your company once more?”

She sits up as well “Once?” she smirks

He looks away sheepishly “Many more times,”

She turns his face again, making sure they are making eye contact, at least for a moment “Yes, you may.”

A/N: Ahhh!!! Thank you guys for coming this far with me into my fanfic! This chapter is really special to me because the last giant chunk is one of the first things that I wrote for this story and I am so excited that you all finally get to read it. Let me know what you guys think in the comments down below ⬇️

THANK YOU!!!!!

Chapter 15>

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'All Because Of A Slight Fever' Collection Event

Ellis Twilight

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

≪ Setting: Streets of London ≫

Kate: Thank you for coming shopping with me, Ellis.

Ellis: You’re welcome… feel free to call me anytime you need me.

Ellis smiled at me, the light of the setting sun shining on him while he effortlessly carried my large shopping bags.

The delicious smell of food filled my nostrils as I walked down the street. I wondered if the townspeople were already preparing dinner.

My steps became lighter on my way back to the castle with my hungry stomach.

(... Huh?)

Kate: Ellis, isn’t this the way back to the castle?

I quickly called out to Ellis, who had been walking by my side, when I noticed him wandering towards another street.

Kate: Is that a shortcut?

Ellis: Ah… nope. I became absentminded for a moment. Sorry…

Ellis slowly returned to my side, but his footsteps were unsteady.

Kate: A-Are you alright…?

Ellis: I feel a little… feverish…

The moment he mumbled his response, Ellis’ lean body swayed and fell towards me.

Kate: Ellis!?

…

≪ Setting: Roger’s Basement Infirmary ≫

Kate: I’m so sorry. I asked you to go out with me without knowing that you were unwell…

We returned to Crown’s castle and Roger diagnosed Ellis with a common cold. He was now resting in bed at the infirmary.

(If only I noticed sooner…)

Ellis always accepted it when I asked him for favours, without letting any unwillingness show.

I was always dependent on his kindness.

(I feel so ashamed of myself…)

Ellis: I seldom catch colds, so I didn't notice it myself… sorry for making you worried.

Ellis’ concern for me even when he was unwell made my chest tighten.

Kate: Please don’t apologise. Let’s focus on getting you well-rested.

Ellis: … Okay.

Ellis gave a little nod and pulled the blanket up to his chest.

The sight of him laying there made my heart ache—.

Kate: Um… if it’s alright with you, can I be the one to take care of you?

…

Kate: I brought you some lemon jelly from the kitchen! This is a must-have when you have a cold.

Kate: The sweat must be making you uncomfortable, we should wipe it off with a warm towel. I’ll help you.

Kate: Water, ice… please let me know if there’s anything else you want!

Ellis: …

I spoke while scrambling to prepare the things I needed to take care of Ellis, who was sitting in bed with his eyes widened in surprise.

Kate: Ah… I’m sorry for making so much noise when you’re feeling unwell…

(Of course I’m worried about Ellis because he has a cold, but…)

(I got a little overly enthusiastic, thinking this was a chance for me to repay him for the kindness he has given me.)

Ellis: It’s okay, you’re not being noisy. You’re just… lively?

Kate: I’ll be more mindful…

He was kind enough to carefully choose words that wouldn't hurt my feelings, and I couldn't bear with it any longer.

(Ellis trusted me to take good care of him, so I have to do this properly.)

Kate: … You need to take your medicine, so let’s get you something to eat before that.

Ellis: Then I’ll have the lemon jelly you brought.

Kate: It’s good that you have an appetite… here you go.

I offered the jelly on a plate with a spoon… but Ellis didn't accept it.

Ellis: … I feel a little tired. Will you feed me?

Kate: Got it! Open your mouth, please?

Ellis: Mm…

I gently put the spoon into Ellis’ slightly open mouth.

Kate: How is it…?

Ellis: … Yummy.

Kate: Fufu, that’s good to hear. Now for the second bite, say “ahh”...

Ellis: Ahh…

The defenceless Ellis opened his mouth like a baby bird being fed by its parent.

It made me happy to have him depend on me, so the task of spoon feeding him didn't feel like a hassle at all.

Meanwhile, Ellis finished the jelly.

Kate: Is there anything else you want me to do for you? Please feel free to request anything.

Ellis: Anything else, hm…

Ellis’ eyes wandered and stopped at the pitcher of water I brought.

Ellis: Then… could I have some water next?

Kate: Of course!

Having Ellis continue to openly depend on me awakened a desire to protect within me.

And so, I fully dedicated myself to taking care of Ellis.

…

Kate: I’ve done everything I can to help you… is there anything else I can do for you?

Ellis: If that’s the case… I want you to sleep with me.

Kate: S-Sleep with you…!?

(Does taking care of him also include that…?)

Ellis: You look warm, I want to hug you while I sleep… can I?

(I can’t bring myself to say no to that pleading face…)

Kate: … Then, um, pardon me.

I gathered all my courage and slowly climbed onto the bed.

(I need to make sure Ellis has enough room on the bed to rest well…)

Ellis: … You’ll fall off if you sleep that close to the edge.

I hesitatingly laid down on the bed, and Ellis hugged me with his strong arms.

Kate: …

My face was pressed so close to Ellis’ chest that I felt as if I was going to stop breathing.

The subtle smell of soap and his body warmth made my heart race.

Ellis: Just like I thought, you’re so warm. … Thank you, Kate.

Kate: It’s nothing… I’m glad I could be of help.

While calming my racing heart, I tried my best to answer.

(I’m getting nervous…)

(But I'd be happy if I could help him…)

Ellis: Can I talk to you a little bit until I fall asleep?

Kate: Of course. What shall we talk about?

Ellis: … There’s something I want to ask you.

Ellis: Kate, how happy were you today while being with me?

Kate: Huh…?

I was surprised by the unexpected question.

Ellis was always asking people whether they were happy.

But I wasn't expecting him to ask me that question while I was taking care of him.

(Considering that Ellis has a cold, I’m hesitant to say that I’m happy…)

(But this question might have a special meaning to Ellis…)

(I should think about it well and give him a proper answer.)

Kate: … Thinking back, being able to help you made me happy.

(Ellis willingly relying on me makes me happy.)

(He let me feed him, give him water, and take care of everything…)

(... H-Huh? By any chance…)

Kate: … Did you allow me to take care of you, so that it would make me happy?

Ellis: That’s one way to see it…

(He saw right through me and knew what I was feeling…)

Although I was surprised, I couldn't help but smile because that was something so typical of Ellis.

Kate: … You’re always so kind, Ellis. I wanted to do something to repay your kindness, but I ended up receiving even more kindness from you.

Ellis: That’s not true. I genuinely appreciate your care…

Ellis: I sincerely wanted to spend time with you.

Kate: That’s good then…

It made me even happier to know that he meant what he said, and wasn't only saying it for the sake of making me happy.

(I wonder if I’ll ever be able to repay Ellis with this much happiness on my own…)

I felt even more determined to repay him, but I had yet to think of a specific way to do so.

(... For the time being, I’ll just focus on what's within my abilities.)

Kate: I’m happy that I was able to take care of you. But…

Kate: I’ll be much, much happier if you recover.

Ellis: I see… then, you can be rest assured.

Ellis: Because it was you who took care of me, I’ll definitely have a speedy recovery.

[ask-sister-solaris]

Hello!

May I please have Ray Stantz with a reader who is having trouble eating right now (like not a mental block it’s a physical sickness) and their just really sad and maybe crying because they’re so hungry but they can’t eat a lot.

Thank you! And have a good day

👀

I see you POOKIE (oh my fuck shoot me)

Ray Stantz X Reader

“It’s okay, we can fight it one little bite at a time”

Warnings: mentions of eating disorders, Ray being a cutie patootie husband material

You’d been cooped up in your room all day later in bed sick. Ray had spent every spare moment with you. If he had work he’d always make sure you were okay before he left. The reason why you were sick was really well…unknown.

Doctors had told you there would be days where you physically couldn’t eat without throwing up. Drinking wasn’t so bad, but even if you were hungry your body would just outright reject the food. And that’s what you were going through. The past two days no matter Ray cooked for you, made for you, souped for you nothing worked. The smell of the food alone made you gag.

Ray got home eventually after being on call all damn day. He got showered and change, taking some small snacks upstairs to yours and his shared room. He wanted to make sure you were okay everytime you fell ill so he moved you to the old fire station. You weren’t complaining it meant that you were closer to Ray.

He set the small plate of various cookies and biscuits on the desk out of your line of sight for now. He laid beside you and hugged you gently from behind. You’d confessed to him one night when you were out to dinner that you couldn’t eat that night. He fully understood but made sure you were fully hydrated. He always kept the mini fridge in the break room across from the bedrooms stocked with water and your favorite drinks.

He rubbed your tummy gently and kissed your cheek “I’m home. Sorry I’m a little late, a little git of a ghost slimed me and it took longer to capture him than it should have.” You smiled gently and placed a hand over Rays. You loved the feeling of his bigger hands on you, made you feel safe. And the amount of times you’d seen him shirtless (both innocent and not so innocent) you admired his dad bod. He wasn’t ashamed of it either.

You mumbled a sorry and he kissed your cheek again “hey hey sweetheart it’s fine. I know you have bad days, and you are doing so well. I promise.” You turned to face him and kissed his nose gently. The nausea was close to gone, you weren’t puking up water and air anymore, and the thought of food didn’t make you gag. Yu sighed and nuzzled into him kissing his nose.

He smiled gently and sighed “how about for tonight we just cuddle, if you get hungry we have some small snacks for you to nibble on. “We will fight this one little bite at a time”

[copias-girl]

Thinking about being domestic with Copia...

Eating breakfast together, watching movies on the couch together, snuggling up together in bed and falling asleep...

Anon!! I’m!!! Kissing you for sending this!!! 💋💋💋 adding a cut bc I basically just wrote a whole fic about this lmaoo

Colazione, Un Film, e Dormita

𖤐 Colazione

You begin to stir in the morning, sleepily feeling around in the bed for Copia, but you quickly realize he isn’t there. His spot is still warm though, so you know he must not have been gone long. After blinking your bleary eyes a few times, you pull yourself up, shivering a bit as you reluctantly leave the warmth of your shared bed. As you walk closer to the kitchen, you can hear rustling and… you grin to yourself as you hear Copia humming.

You spot him standing at the stove, wearing nothing but underwear, his back still covered in your scratches from last night. You watch him for a few moments, stifling a giggle at the way he sings some odd little song to himself. What a dork. Your dork.

Finally, you quietly pad up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and nuzzling your face against his back, sighing into his warmth.

“Dolce!” He beams, pleasantly surprised at your arrival. “Faccio le uova, si?” He smiles proudly. They were going to be sunny-side-up, however he broke a few yokes so he decided to make them scrambled instead. But you didn’t need to know that. You only hum in response, peppering kisses all over his back, studying the little freckles that are dotted all over his flesh. You skim your fingers up and down his chest for a few moments, relishing in the way he melts into your loving touch. You give his lovehandles a little squeeze before caressing his soft tummy. Copia was always self-conscious about that part of him, but you go absolutely crazy for it. You suck a little love-bite into his shoulder while you skim up and down his happy trail, fingertips just barely dipping into the band of his underwear.

“I-I hope you’re hungry, Dolce.” Your sweet old man chuckles breathlessly, trying not to get too distracted and overcook the eggs.

“Mmm I’m starving, amore mio.” You kiss the back of his neck, burying your nose into his soft, greying hair. “I’m always hungry for you.” You add quietly, giggling at the way he stiffens in surprise at your words.

You keep your arms around him as he scoops the eggs from the pan into two bowls, only releasing him so you could pour two glasses of orange juice and join your man at the kitchen table where he’s buttering the toast.

“Thank you for breakfast, Co-Co.” You scoot your chair closer to his and pull him in for a sweet kiss.

“Anything for you, Principessa.” He sighs against your lips. “I would make even more for you, if I were a better cook.” He grins.

“Well, it only makes the things you do cook all the more special.” You press several soft kisses to the corner of his mouth before reluctantly pulling away before the food gets too cold.

The two of you eat in comfortable silence, and Copia’s chest swells with pride as he watches you shovel big bites into your mouth, humming happily at the taste.

Your bare leg comes to snake around his under the table, caressing his calf with your foot, just wanting to touch him in some way. Copia gazes at you dreamily while he eats, admiring every little detail about you. The both of you are so at ease, so content in the hazy morning sunlight filtering through the window. You could have giggled at the sight of you both, bed-headed and eating eggs with toast while you sported only your panties and a small sleep camisole; Copia in only his underwear. This must have been how Adam and Eve felt in the Garden of Eden, bare yet not ashamed. You absolutely adore how the two of you can be completely yourselves with each other, not needing to put on airs. Or proper clothes. You love the way Copia’s tummy looks as he slouches in his chair, leaning his elbows on the table and resting his head in his hand while sleepily munching on a bite of toast.

You could live in this moment forever; love hanging thick and warm in the air. You can practically see little pink hearts floating all around as you quietly study one another. After finishing your food and drinking some juice, you move to sit on Copia’s lap, curling up on him, your face buried in the crook of his neck. His soothing, accented voice coos sweet nothings to you as you kiss his neck and jawline, loving sighs falling from your lips as your man holds you close.

“Dolce. Oh, Dolce.” He squeezes you tightly, caressing your back; kissing your forehead, your cheek, and finally finding your lips with his own.

It isn’t long before you decide to go back to bed. But not for the purpose of sleeping.

𖤐 Un Film di Notte

Movie nights with Copia are always so fun, especially when you watch scary movies! Copia’s exaggerated reactions and gasps always leave you giggling and swatting at him. You pick out an old vintage horror movie, curling up together on the sofa in his rooms, your limbs entwined with one another. You card your fingers through his luscious hair while he caresses your thigh, using the scary moments as an excuse to press closer and closer against one another.

“Don’t worry, Dolcezza, I will protect you, si?” Copia murmurs into your hair, and you turn to capture his irresistible lips in a passionate kiss. Copia kisses you back feverishly, his needy hands grabbing at you and pulling you on top of him. You both blindly reach for the remote control to pause the movie so you don’t miss anything, giggling as you make out for a little while.

When your moans fade into soft sighs, you both pull away, snuggling back into your previous position and resuming the movie with your arms wrapped even tighter around one another.

𖤐 Dormita

You and Copia always get ready for bed together, often showering together and making love under the steamy stream of warm water. You wash each other’s hair, lovingly sighing into each other’s mouths and trying not to get soap in your eyes.

You help each other dry off, slipping on your pyjamas before standing at the sink together and brushing your teeth while making silly faces at each other in the mirror.

Finally, you crawl into bed with one another, stretching and melting into the mattress. Turning to face each other, you quietly speak about the day, telling Copia things that you didn’t get a chance to earlier. He does the same, making you giggle at his stupid jokes and random thoughts that he wanted to tell you during the day. You mindlessly trace the lines on his pretty face while he speaks, occasionally interrupting his soothing voice to steal lazy kisses.

As your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, Copia takes you into his warm embrace, and you bury your face in his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, hands stroking down your back.

“I love you.” You murmur, just on the verge of slumber.

“Oh, Dolce. I love you, my little mouse. I love you.” Copia whispers, so much emotion dripping from his words, you could practically drown in it.

You melt into each other’s warmth, fitting together perfectly like two puzzle pieces, and it isn’t very long at all before sleep claims you. You and Copia hold one another tightly all night long, and you can’t wait to wake up and kiss him again tomorrow.

Finito <3

[sobbingpig]

I’m so ashamed to admit it but Ik other people might feel the same way. I’ve been addicted to food my entire life. I’ve always used food to fill the empty void I have inside, to comfort and take me away from my emotions. To distract me from the outside world. My mom was the same way and we always ate the most unhealthy foods my entire life. More soda than water, fast food for days, etc. (I’m honestly so jealous at people who’ve had almond moms ): )

Anyways I’m trying to cure my addiction because it’s not the hunger that gets me. I don’t need to be hungry to even want to binge. It’s an emotional dependence for me . It makes me so angry that I feel like i need to eat at the end of the day. Dinner is so ingrained in me that it’s the hardest meal for me to skip. It helps me unwind and be able to sleep better. I hate myself for being so weak to food.

[daisychainsandbowties]

As a certified fun fact autistic, I truly love the way you write Beatrice as a fun fact autistic.

Like, reading a character who is so clearly loved by others for this, but also, is also recognized as interesting and worth listening to?? It’s kind of freeing in a sense, to be able to read about a character surrounded by so much love for something that I’m kind of ashamed of at times.

🥺🥺 i’ve always written beatrice as autistic (the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours my beloved) but i guess mostly just by handing her bits of my autism (and also handing her spiders whenever possible) so the fun fact part is dear to me. i love the idea of beatrice being so so fascinated by the world, hoarding knowledge because she can’t have touch, can’t hold onto anything. not shannon not mary not lilith

not ava

she had all those years of making herself impossibly good, sharp as a knife so she could give herself the grace of existing (imperfect, wrapped around her queerness like a pin in a grenade, like piano wire around a throat) so it feels right to have her come to love what she is by kissing ava, loving her, but also in other ways. hungry for the world and again and always the refrain of “i love you, eat.” forbidden fruit

bea learning what she wants, forming her own odd orbits instead of falling into lines of perfect curvature. spouting facts about mercury as medicine and how languages kiss in midair and the history of gunpowder storage.

she already knows about torque, about architecture and three dozen prayers in more languages than she can actually speak. she knows the physics of violence and the letters of paul to the corinthians. she knows these things because they are useful, but i think there’s something about her learning stupid facts when the war is all said, all done.

the choice in that waste, to hold something no one cares about close to her chest and have ava’s hand slip against the shape of hers and hear her say “show me what you have. i want to see it.” i want to see you

[carlos-in-glasses]

Happy Wednesday and yuletide felicitations to one and all.

Sharing a section from Where All This Love Comes From, Chapter 7: A Boy's Best Friend (posting on Sunday!)

In which teenage Carlos has been unceremoniously dragged by his parents to visit a newborn baby, and he isn't happy about it. Luckily, there's also a dog. And a boy.

He’s escaped to the kitchen, because here he can hang out with their elderly golden retriever – a glamorous white-coated lady called Zelda – and he’s massaging her head with salad tongs when he notices the time change on his digital watch. For some reason it makes him fiercely angry, and it’s the exact moment Gabriel wanders in to find him like this: Crouched on the terracotta floor tiles, looking furious, while an ancient pup appears to be in a state of total ecstasy because her ear is being rubbed by a large wooden fork.

“There you are,” Gabriel says, carrying his empty coffee mug to the sink. “Everyone was wondering where you got to. Give me that.” He scoffs and snatches the salad tongs from Carlos, dumping them in the sink with his mug.

Zelda whimpers at the loss, so Carlos strokes her snout with his thumb.

“When are we going home?” Carlos asks it like a challenge, stares at the time of his life ticking away.

12:01, his watch says.

He’s expecting his father to huff, to stretch out a pointing arm and demand he get his moody ass back into the living room and coo over the boring baby, but that doesn’t happen. When it doesn’t happen, Carlos finds the courage to glance up. Gabriel is drying his hands on a red gingham seersucker cloth, regarding him with a half-smile.

“Not really your scene, huh?” Gabriel says.

Carlos shrugs with one shoulder.

“I get it. But the girls want to stay.”

“I know.”

“How about you and me go for lunch?”

Carlos gazes at his dad distrustfully, rising to his feet. “Just us?”

“Yeah. I want to take my boy for some food.”

“I’m really, really hungry,” Carlos tells him, quiet and ashamed, like it’s a terrible secret, even though him eating everybody out of house and home is probably the most well-established fact about Carlos Reyes.

Gabriel laughs, slapping the cloth down. “I’ll take you to Mockingbird,” he says, “It’s been a long time.”

Mockingbird Diner. Sometimes, when Gabriel’s shifts had allowed it, he’d meet Carlos at the school gates and take him for a milkshake. When did that stop? It feels like forever ago, but when Carlos thinks about it, he can smell salted fries. He can feel himself holding an ice-cold glass. He’d always get vanilla. If Gabriel had a milkshake too, he’d always get chocolate.

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It’s a hectic weekend lunchtime at Mockingbird, but a booth by the window becomes free as they enter. A friendly college-age boy buses them over. The table is still messy with evidence of its former occupants. Carlos watches with interest as half-empty lemonade glasses and plates scattered with crumbs are lifted out of sight. He likes the boy’s hands – the way they open and close and flex as he works to clean up. The way his tanned forearms, with a clear seam of defined muscle, protrude through rolled white shirt sleeves. He probably plays sport at UT. Carlos imagines him as a baseballer.

“I’ll grab you some menus, sirs,” the boy says cheerfully after spritzing and wiping down their table.

Carlos accidentally follows the boy with his eyes as he walks away. When his gaze finally travels to Gabriel – Gabriel is staring back curiously. He doesn’t know how long his dad has been observing him for.

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[kouyuzu]

Train Candy

*A drabble I thought of on the train because this happened to me today

* 610 words

*Suna x Reader (gender neutral i think)

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Suna hates the train because it's always too crowded and people are trying to push him. He especially hates taking the train when he's with you, because there's never anywhere for two people to sit, so he's forced to stand and hold onto a pole. Because you should lean against the partition separating the seats from the doorway so you don't get shoved around.

He can take it, for you.

“Ne, Suna,” you ask him over the train announcements telling you the next station.

"Hmm?" Suna leans over and gets a whiff of your (fave) scented shampoo as he dips his head near yours so you can shout in his ear;

“Do you have any food?! I'm sooo hungry.”

He swears you could have burst his eardrums, but tilts his head as he stands to full height. His elbow knocks into the guy behind him and he mumbles an apology to the scathing glance thrown at him. “Uh…” Suna slides one strap of his backpack off so it swings in front of him and he can rummage through it. “I think I have a lollipop in here.”

The sparkles in your eyes as you gaze up at him makes giving away his last piece of candy completely worth, and he hasn't even found it yet. Once his fingers wrap around the bulb of the lollipop he realizes it's just a little bit sticky…

“Did you find it?!” You eagerly ask.

“Uh, yeah, but it might be a bit melted,” Suna admits. “I think it melted a bit from being in my bag," he clarifies.

“That's okay!” You chirp back brightly. “I’m just dying of hunger sooo…”

Suna slides his fingers from the top of the candy to the stick to hand it to you, and he doesn't mean to flinch a little when your freezing fingers brush against his. “Y/n! Why are your hands freezing?!”

You turn red and look at your shoes next to his on the train car floor, and shuffle to be closer to the partition.

As soon as he realizes that you must be embarrassed, Suna feels ashamed for putting you in that place. You must be cold, but unfortunately for both of you, he's only wearing a t-shirt and he can't offer that to you. He should have brought a jacket.

His worries leave him the second the wrapper leaves the lollipop and the neon-color of the artificial flavoring touches your lips. It'll stain them a bright color— not that Suna isn't already thinking about kissing you. He's not. Not seriously… Even still, he pulls his mask that he had under his chin (he's wearing it just because he thinks it looks drippy, he'll admit that) to cover his mouth and reddening cheeks. Definitely hiding the fact that it's because your eyelashes are fluttering as you close your eyes in bliss.

“How did you know (flavor) was my favorite?” you smile up at him, words slightly muffled from the candy and stick resting between your teeth.

“I just had that one left,” Suna mumbles as the train pulls into the stop.

The bells ding to signal you're arriving at the station, and you step into him to move away from the door so that other people can enter the car. Instinctively, Suna's arm drapes around your shoulders to pull you closer. His arm feels heavy and intrusive but maybe if he leaves it there it will feel more normal. And as he relaxes his arm, your shoulders drop a fraction to relax as well, and then you're standing there in his hold as you eat the lollipop.

Yup. He's glad he carries candy on him.