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bewitchedfeathers · 4 months

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Dust and Cold - Sick V/ox and Allergic Al/astor (Rad/iostatic)

Authors notes: (Credit to my RP partner for some of the Alastor’s sneeze spellings! Thanks darling!)

I imagine the Z's in their sneezes are static sounds. I hope you enjoy!

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“Well at least I wasn’t taken down by the common…cuh…heh'iiKSCHH! eh'TSCHhu! heh'iiiiZZSCHHUEE,” he lowered the handkerchief from his face enough that he could dab carefully underneath his pink tinged nose, “the common cold.” He leaned back in his high backed chair and tried to look unaffected.

“Yeah dust allergies are much more dignified,” Vox retorted from the couch opposite Alastor, voice gravelly and rough from his illness.

“I am not allergic to anything. It is merely abominably dusty in h-here with Niffty on vacation,” He finished with a pointed look to Charlie who had just appeared in the doorway.

“She works so hard for the hotel! She deserved that vacation and it was so good of you to give it to her,” she said with a bright encouraging smile that did nothing to raise the dour energy in the room. “And its only for another two days.”

“Hear that Al, you’ll only have to…hahhh…have to….Hahhh’AZZzshuhh…hh’EZzSHUHHh…SNF have to deal with your terrible dust allergies for two more days,” Vox snarked back between sneezing into his fist. He grabbed a few tissues from the box tucked next to him where he was sprawled and cleaned himself up.

“I don’t have allergies,” Alastor sniffed primly, which immediately set him sneezing again. “Hih-IkkTshiuew…hh’hih’ITZZzzShiew. Snf. Surely other members of the hotel are similarly affected. In fact your cold is probably being worsened just by being here and it’d be better for you to leave.”

Charlie froze and looked awkwardly away from Alastor at the mention of others being effected by the dust. A sure sign that Alastor was alone in his sensitivity to dust, whether he admitted it existed or not.

Vox rolled his eyes, unphased by Alastor’s snarliness. He turned towards his shoulder, away from Charlie, to muffle a coughing fit. It dragged on for a minute sounding rough and forceful, and leaving Vox panting in the aftermath.

“Oh Vox, did you need anything?” Charlie asked, face full of sympathetic concern.

“We’re fine,” Alastor said pointedly (Vox might say possessively). Charlie ignored him and waited for Vox to respond but he waved off her concern with a hand.

“I’m alright. If I need anything Alastor can summon it for me,” He said with a smug grin to Alastor like he knew the radio demon wouldn’t refute it.

“Only because you are too pitiful to take care of yourself, dear,” Alastor said gazing down his nose at Vox.

Vox’s antennas sparked as he glared at Alastor. “You’re such an asshole.You can never -” he paused to cough before continuing, voice ragged, “-admit to having feelings or something as benign as allergies, even in the happy-Hah’TZZSHHuh.. fucking hotel,” Vox responded snippily.

Alastor’s antlers grew slightly larger as the sound of static filled the room. “It’s the Hazbin Hotel and I don’t have any such weaknesses as…ah-hah…Hih’IKZzZkshiew…” Abruptly the room fell quiet and the heavy feeling of violence disappated as Alastor’s head jolted down into his kerchief. “Hih’IKZZshiew…IKT-zZzzshew….Hih’ih’ihhhh’ZSHIEWW…”

“Gesundheit, Al,” Vox offered placidly, letting the argument go for the moment.

Alastor blew his nose and then replaced his kerchief with a fresh one with a flick of his fingers tinged green with magic. “Pardon me,” he murmured demurely while he shot Vox a look daring him to say anything.

Vox was distracted by another fit of coughing that he did his best to muffle into his elbow. “Fuck, this is getting ridiculous. Hhh..n-not ahh-again…” he groaned as he slowly built up to another sneeze.

As Vox's eyes fell shut, Alastor's gaze turned slightly softer, tinged with concern. But when Charlie caught it and opened her mouth to comment Alastor shot her a blood curdling look backed by the shriek of microphone feedback. Charlie settled for smiling encouragingly at him instead.

“Hhhh…hh’huhhh…fuh-fucking heh….hell…” Vox shed a few sneezy tears as the tickle in his sinuses continued to tease him. Alastor noticed Charlie watching Vox succumb to his cold symptoms and felt a need for no one else to see Vox like this.

“Goodnight, Charlie,” Alastor said pointedly with a glance at the open door, followed by a trio of itchy sounding stifled sneezes. “Hih’TZzsht-IZZshxt-IZZZhew. Pardon me.”

“Gesundheit. Ah, right,” she nodded taking the hint with good humor, “Good night, Alastor. Goodnight, Vox. I hope you're both feeling better in the morning.” She left with a final wave just as Vox launched into a fit of sneezes. Alastor locked the door behind her with a wave of his hand, before turning his attention back to his sick companion.

“Good…huh…goodnight…Huhhh’hhh…HUHhhh’IZZZJSHHHOO…hh’Huh’UhZZZSHHHuhh…hhhhh…hhih…Heh’EIIZZZSHHHeww….” Vox groaned and began mopping himself up, going through quite a few tissues in the process. Alastor grimaced at the pile when Vox was finished and disappeared them with a wave of shadow.

“Gesundheit, dear. Quite the cuhhh-snf cold you managed to catch there,” Alastor commented as he dabbed at his nose. “Would you care for some tea?”

“Thadks, Al. Tea sou’ds good,” Vox said tiredly, shivering a bit even with a throw blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

Alastor summoned another blanket, in his favored red tones, over Vox's legs. And then snapped hot tea into existence for each of them.

Vox huddled over the tea as if trying to soak up its warmth. He took a sip and gave a pleased hum as he found it was made just how he liked it. Then he shot Alastor a grateful little grin.

“It's perfect, Al. Thadk you.”

“Its nothing, dear. But you're welcome,” Alastor responded, voice fond and expression gone soft around the edges.

A few minutes passed before Alastor’s breath caught and Alastor’s shadow grabbed the cup from him just in time as he started sneezing. The fit bent him forward with each sneeze, his hair falling into his face and ears pressed back.

“Hhh’hih-hihh-hehIKSH’ieww… Eh’TSHHiew..Hnn— KSH! Kshue! Hehh’HEHH?! EIISHHUE!” Alastor gave a staticky groan and dabbed at his red rimmed eyes. “Pardon mbe, dear,” he murmured before blowing his nose to clear out the sound of congestion.

“Holy shit, Alastor, Gesundheit,” Vox said, eyes still a little wide at the ferocity of Alastor’s fit.

“Thank you, dear,” Alastor said straightening his hair and jacket and reclaiming his tea. After which he pretended that nothing had happened, and Vox was tired enough not to tease him about it.

Over the course of Alastor drinking his tea Vox’s gaze grew rheumy and his face flushed in reflection to his rising temperature. Alastor began darting glances at him, Vox for once oblivious to the attention.

“Feeling alright, my dear?” He asked when Vox had stopped drinking from his tea cup for several minutes.

“Hm?” He looked over at Alastor blearily.

Alastor’s smile dipped at the corners, Vox never missed what he said. “How are you feeling, Vox?”

“Tired…Hhhh’HDZsshhuh-Heh’SHuhh..” He sneezed openly down towards his lap and electric sparks danced across his visible skin. Alastor’s eyes went wide with a mix of alarm and concern. “Gesundheit, darling,” he murmured as he set his own empty tea cup aside.

He stood up and carefully took Vox’s tea and set it aside as well. “Then you should rest, my dear. You’re running a fever.” He adjusted pillows and eased the loose and compliant Vox back until he was fully laying down and tucked in. Once he had Vox’s long limbs tucked underneath the blankets he gave the media demon’s shoulder a pat.

“Get some sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning.” He stood to return to his chair when Vox let out a staticky whine and rasped, “Don’t leave…”

Alastor sighed softly and sat back down. “I’ll be here when you wake, my dear,” he reassured as Vox’s stuffy breathing grew heavier with sleep.

(And then Alastor stifled his sneezes into silence so as to not wake Vox for however many hours. (And probably catches Vox’s cold))

The End

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Fun Headcanons that came from writing this:

+ Alastor only uses Vox's name when he's irritated or worried

+ Alastor is protective of Vox when he's vulnerable and doesn't like anyone seeing Vox in moments of helplessness (also doesn't want anyone seeing him soft on Vox)

+ If Alastor summons something for Vox its often with designs and colors that represent Alastor, he likes seeing Vox marked as his in some small way

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

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cowboy!reader likes pop music I've decided. he also drives a truck that looks like it's a fossil yet runs perfectly fine. he knows about horses and will try to talk about old wild west movies whenever. definitely loved woody from toy story as a kid. 1000% baby talks dogs. goes to pride parades in full colorful cowboy outfit. can do bird calls back. stress eats sunflower seeds instead of smoking. the list of ideas goes on really

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More (Not) Allergies

Okay, so I've only focused on the pop music for this one. Also it directly follows from 'Alergies (Not Really)' (which wasn't titled earlier but it was the one with Mia in). But I do have them all noted down (I'm working on the sunflower seeds on at the moment).

EDIT: Sunflower seeds one is now done and available here

Warnings: minor sad reader

Word count: 621

PART ONE

Taglist: @xweirdo101x @xdark-acadamiax @ara-a-bird @heidss @chubbyboyinflannel @pendragon-writes @migwayne @bigolgay @technikerin23

"Hey, where's your cattleman?" Spencer asked as you sat down in your usual seat.

"I er, I need to find a new one."

"Did you lose it? We've probably got time to find it before we take off-" Spencer said, already starting to stand up.

"Nah, I didn't lose it. I gave it to Mia," You said. "I'll go lookin' for a new one tomorrow,"

"Isn't that your favourite one?" JJ asked, turning to you.

"Yes ma'am," You answered,

“Wait, is this the one you wouldn’t let any of us try on?” Derek asked, looking up from his ipod.

“That would be the one,” You said with a small nod.

“Oh man, you must be getting withdrawal,”

“A little,” You joked. "She's a special kid. Plus, I think she might’ve tried to steal it off me anyway. Y’know she called me old? Three times? Imma spring chicken,"

"I don't know about that," Emily teased, "You're nearly thirty,"

"'Scuse me ma'am, Imma spring chicken."

When the conversation dialled down, you sighed slightly, sliding your hands into your pocket out of boredom. You furrowed your eyebrows when your fingers brushed against a small chain. You gently removed it from your pocket.

"Where'd you get that chain?" You asked, seeing Mia fiddle with it, running her fingers along the links.

She shrugged, "I found it on the floor a few years ago,"

"'s pretty," You commented, she looked at you in disbelief. "What?"

"I wore it once, it turned my skin green,"

"Maybe you're just a zombie." You said with a shrug

"Rich coming from you old man."

"Hey, you okay?" You look up at JJ in confusion and she motioned to your eyes, red and brimmed with tears.

"Oh, yeah," You clear your throat wiping your eyes slightly, "Allergies."

She has a knowing look on her face, but goes along with it. "Allergies are the worst,"

"Tell me about it." You muttered.

"But," She whispered, despite the team chatting amongst themselves, "If you are… upset or concerned about anything, I'm always here if you want to talk about it."

You pause for a moment, brushing your thumb against the chain as you frowned. "I-" You paused, "I dunno," You stuff the chain into your pocket as you looked at JJ, giving her a small smile. "'M fine," You gave her a nod, "Just missing ma cattleman, is all,"

"Uh-huh," JJ said with a raised eyebrow before she gave you a small smile, dropping the subject (not wanting to push you). "Alright, well, I believe we are all going for drinks, you should join us."

You look unsure for a moment before nodding, "A'right," You said, "Just don't tell my Mama I'm getting drunk,"

“Ooo cowboy’s finally gonna get drunk?” Derek asked with a grin, “How about you sing some good ol’ country music for us?”

“It’s gonna take a lotta shots to get to that point,”

“Well, we have tomorrow off,” Rossi smirked.

God damnit.

“Y’all do know I don’t just listen to country, right?”

“Yeah, okay,” Emily grinned, “What else do you listen to?”

“I started listenin’ to er, what’s her name?... Arianna Grande, she’s a’right,” You said with a nod, furrowing your eyebrows as the team all let out a laugh (minus Spencer, who was just a bit confused). “What?”

“You listen to Arianna Grande?”

“She’s good!” You argue, “N’ she hits the whistle tones well. I listen to Dua Lipa ‘n’ Selena Gomez sometimes too,”

“Oh my god…”

“What?”

“You have the music taste of a teenage girl!” Derek snorted loudly.

“JJ, defend me here,” You said, turning to JJ.

“Sorry cowboy,” She teased, “They’re right…” You groaned, letting your head fall to the back of your seat.

“God damnit.”

#bau x cowboy reader #bau x reader #bau x male reader #bau #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #spencer reid #emily prentiss #david rossi #jennifer jareau #cowboy reader #male reader #x male reader

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feeder86 · 2 years

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Aaron’s Boys

It was the most mundane of settings in which to have the most erotic, real-life conversation of Kieran’ life. There he was, sat in an ordinary coffee bar, across from one of the most handsome men he had ever come across; feeling more blood pumping into his groin than was obviously going into his brain. After all, what other reason could there be for him being there that day, offering himself up like this?

Aaron was opening his notebook, propping one of his feet onto his other knee and breathing in, ready to begin. Unlike Kieran, he seemed completely unaroused by the situation, treating it like nothing more than business. In his mid-twenties, the guy had the prettiest face Kieran had ever seen. His chest was broad and strong, making it obvious to all just how fit and muscular he was. Perhaps that was what made him so alluring; he seemed capable of doing almost anything.

“So, I know we’ve gone over some of these things when we spoke online, but I just want to get some clarity on things before I consider taking you on,” Aaron began, clicking his pen to start writing. “Age?”

“Twenty-one,” Kieran shot back eagarly.

“What is your current weight?” Aaron asked next, already beginning to write the notes down without even looking at him.

“One hundred and forty pounds,” Kieran replied immediately.

“And, does your weight fluctuate? Is that number higher or lower than it's been in the last couple of years, say?”

“It’s stayed that same,” Kieran nodded, hoping that was the answer Aaron wanted.

“Height?”

“Five foot, eleven,” Kieran stated.

“That’s not overly tall, I guess,” Aaron considered, as if trying to convince himself that Kieran would be worth the effort. “Just correct me if I’m wrong, but swimming was your sport, right?” Aaron asked. “You certainly look like you have a swimmer’s build,” he commented, briefly looking up at him to double check.

“Yeah,” Kieran nodded. “I’ve trained since I was little. I did it right through college and I’ve won a few competitions. I was never quite good enough to go professional though,” he shrugged.

“So, would you say that swimming is important to you, or are you happy to give it up?”

“Oh, I’d give it up,” Kieran nodded confidently. “One hundred percent. I’d give it up.”

Aaron nodded as he worte, then looked up at him. “Good,” he commented, with the beginnings of a slight smile on his devilishly handsome face. “That’s the sort of thing I need to hear from you: that level of commitment.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely committed to this,” Kieran jumped in, eager to capitalise on his previous winning answer.

“Now, in terms of your appetite, I know swimmers have to take in a lot of calories when they’re training. Would you say you can eat more, or less than the average person?” He held his hand up, already seeing that Kieran was about to jump in and answer. “I need you to really think carefully about the question,” he cautioned. “Being honest with me is the most important thing here.”

Kieran nodded, taking the advice and downgrading his answer. “I think I can eat, perhaps a little more than the average person.”

“And what types of foods are your favourites?” Aaron asked next, writing faster to try and keep up with everything he wanted to note down.

“Pizzas, fries, hamburgers…” Kieran began listing.

“Would you say that you have a sweet tooth as well?”

“Absolutely,” Kieran smiled. “Doughnuts, ice cream, chocolate…”

“Any foods you don’t like?”

“Not really,” he shrugged. “I’m not that keen on cheesecake, I suppose, ”he added, trying to think of something.

“Any allergies?”

“Nothing,” Kieran declared.

There was a pause while Aaron caught up on his notes. “Oaky,” he nodded, finishing the last few words. “This is all good so far. But I need to know more about why you want this. And why now?”

“I’ve always wanted this,” Kieran answered. “For as long as I can remember.”

Aaron gave a slight roll to his eyes. It was clearly an answer that he had been given many times before. “Yes, I get that. But… what makes you different from everyone else? You’re clearly a very handsome boy; a college graduate, steady job. If I took you to a gay bar right now, you could take your pick of all the guys in there. So why have you chosen to go down this path?”

Kieran took a moment. “Because I need to,” he replied, trying let his sincerity shine through his voice. “I need to know what it feels like to jiggle when I walk; to feel my clothes getting tighter and having people comment on my weight.” “You’re quite excited by the idea of people noticing your body changing?” Aaron asked, seemingly pleased to write that particular answer down. “What about name-calling? Pig? Hog? Fatty?”

Kieran felt his dick harden and he wrigged in his seat, trying his best to remember that they were still in public. “I’d love it,” he mumbled.

Aaron stared at him, as if assessing his honesty. He flicked to the back of his notebook, where he clearly had many more questions written down.Then he looked up once more at Kieran and sighed. “All right,” he nodded, clearly deciding that he didn’t need to ask anything else. “I’ll believe you. You certainly seem willing, and just the fact that you turned up today is a pretty good sign. I guess I can take you on.”

Kieran’s face filled with the brightest of smiles and his heart began beating faster than ever before. “Really?” he asked. “You’ll do it?”

“No,” Aaron responded cautiously, scolding him like a small child. “You’ll be the one doing it. I will just be helping you along the way and steering you in the right direction.”

Kieran rubbed his hands across his face, unable to believe that this was all happening in real life. His wildest, most erotic sexual fantasy was about to come true. He was actually going to be fattened by one of the best feeders out there. In no time at all, he would be nothing more than another one of Aaron’s fat boys.

A few hours later, Aaron had arrived at Kieran’s tiny studio apartment. “Is that elevator usually not working?” he asked the moment he was inside, dumping his rucksack on the floor. He was so tall and strapping; he seemed to fill the space with his masculine presence.

“I’ve only been here a few weeks,” Kieran shrugged. “I’ve not seen it working yet.”

“That may be an issue,” Aaron considered, pulling out his notebook and starting to make a note of it. “We may have to factor that into your daily calories.”

“That’s fine,” Kieran smiled, watching the handsome, strong stud begin to walk around the small studio; hardly believing that he had a real-life feeder there with him.

“I’m going to give you a lot of information about the foods you’re going to be getting in for yourself,” Aaron continued, seemingly unimpressed by what was in the cupboards, even actively pulling some things out and putting them straight in the trash. “Are these your scales?” he asked, tapping them dismissively with his foot. “I’ll bring you something a little more accurate when I next visit. These look shit, and I’m going to be relying on a lot of the stats you give me.”

Kieran simply nodded again, swooning as the handsome man casually looked into every cupboard and closet. The hunk chuckled, picking up some of Kieran’s small underwear from the drawer, scoffing at the cut of some of his clothes hanging on the rails.

“You’re not a fan of sweatpants, I see,” Aaron smirked. “That’ll soon change.”

Kieran stood there as Aaron suddenly seemed to round on him, taking an interest in his body for the first time. “Shirt off,” he ordered, stepping back to take a picture.

Kieran did as he was told, pleased that they had at last got to this stage. “Are these my ‘before’ shots?” he asked, as a tent began to form in his crotch.

“They certainly are,” Aaron grinned, beginning to snap away. He instructed Kieran on poses, soon telling him to remove everything he was wearing. The guy shifted lamps around and nudged Kieran’s positions in order to improve the look of the shots he was getting. He didn’t seem to bat an eyelid at how hard Kieran was; just ignoring it entirely.

Pretty soon after that, Aaron was removing his own shirt and getting in on the shots himself, posing by flexing his massive pecs and smiling for the camera next to Kieran, who had never felt more aroused in his entire life. That was, until he saw a half naked Aaron bend down to pick up the rucksack he had brought along with him. Out came a large, cylindrical container of a thick, light brown mixture that Aaron was already shaking up; followed by a small, simple looking funnel that made Kieran’s breath catch in his chest.

“Hey everyone,” Aaron smiled at his cell phone, starting to record another one of his videos that made him such an icon online. “I’m here with a brand new piggy tonight,” he explained, walking backwards so that Kieran entered the screen with him. “He’s a swimmer, as you can see,” he went on, focusing the camera and on Kieran’s toned chest and six pack. “However, he’s decided to become one of my fat boys instead, haven’t you?” he asked, pushing the cell phone right into Kieran’s face.

Kieran nodded, feeling a little shy to speak on camera.

“How badly do you want to be a fatty for me?” Aaron pressed him.

“Really badly,” Kieran responded, deciding that he wasn’t going to get away with staying silent.

Aaron flashed the camera down to Kieran’s crotch, acknowledging his arousal for the first time. “He’s really not lying guys,” Aaron laughed. “This pig is so damn horny to be fattened up!” He held the camera up above them both and put his strong arm over Kieran’s shoulders, getting closer than he ever had before. “You ready to drink your first ever gainer shake for me?” he asked.

The arousal Kieran felt having the feeder’s hot, sweet breath on his face; it was almost too much to bear. He nodded obediently. “I want to get so fucking fat for you!” he stated to Aaron, knowing that every single one of his followers would see his declaration.

“Good! Because you’re going to,” Aaron grinned wickedly. He moved over to place the cell phone against the counter, ensuring the angle was good to get them both in shot still. “Say bye-bye to your six pack,” he chuckled, placing what he needed on the floor beside them and rubbing Kieran’s flat stomach for the camera.

“Bye-bye,” Kieran whispered. He felt Aaron’s large hand grasp his dick and begin to stroke the shaft up and down. He moaned aloud, feeling that his knees could buckle underneath him at any moment. He felt the hard plastic of the funnel being pushed into his mouth, rattling against his teeth as he slowly opened his jaw wider to take it.

“Here goes nothing…” Aaron smirked, taking his hand awat from Kieran’s crotch to hold the funnel upright as he began pouring the thick mixture down into it.

Kieran’s eyes popped open as the thickness of the shake hit the back of his throat. He swallowed instinctively; the weight of it above him seeming to force him to swallow more and more. Perhaps he was going to be good at this: a natural. But after only a few more moments, the scale of the task before him seemed to hit home. The funnel was full and Aaron still had even more in the container.

“Keep swallowing,” Aaron whispered seductively. “I know it’s not easy the first time, but this is how we turn you into one of my fat piggies.”

Kieran moaned, his struggles seeming to melt away. He swallowed and swallowed, wanting nothing more than to be a fat pig for Aaron. He could tell by the soothing comments that Aaron was whispering into his ear that he was doing better. All of Aaron’s many followers would see this. He could feel the flask being filled more, but it didn’t matter. He could do this.

“Three thousand calories… just like that!” Aaron declared victoriously to the camera once he was removing the funnel from Kieran’s mouth.

Kieran was dazed and confused, feeling like he might lose his balance from dizziness as he pulled his head forwards again. A tremendous burp came roaring up his throat, catching him entirely off-guard. This was it. With his bloated stomach and smiling feeder already pulling out a small tray of doughnuts for his dessert, he really was no better than all the other fatties he had got off to, watching them eat online. His new life had already started. And now nothing would ever be the same again.

“Fifteen pounds,” Kieran told Aaron a couple of weeks later as the man came over to see him. He knew he had done well. The arousal that he felt from having a feeder guide him had propelled him to follow every single piece of advice he had been given. The comments on the videos Aaron had posted were a huge motivator. He’d got off every night, gorging himself and checking in with Aaron on the phone; the man who seemed to know exactly what to say to him to expand his capacity; swelling his stomach up for even greater amounts of food.

Aaron still made him stand on the scales to confirm everything. “Good,” he nodded, gaziing down at Kieran’s chest and feeling along the faded abs, squeezing the budding flesh that was building at his sides. “How does it feel?” he asked.

“Amazing,” Kieran responded emphatically. Having been so lean, he hadn’t anticipated how much he would notice the early gains. However, he could feel it all, like sludge, sliding onto his toned body like a slow, erotic invasion.

“These early pounds are crucial,” Aaron explained, patting Kieran on his slightly thicker rear. “Sometimes pretty boys like you can panic when they see the changes happening. We’re going to hit you hard and fast with the gains so you don’t have time to overthink things and second guess yourself.”

“I won’t second guess myself,” Kieran promised. However, he trusted Aaron’s judgement implicitly. He had no idea how many guys the sexy feeder had done this to; how many he was still doing this to during the days when Kieran didn’t see him. But when Aaron spoke, he exuded the expertise of someone who had fattened hundreds of horny boys just like him over many, many more years than his youthful appearance would have suggested.

“This is the thickening stage,” Aaron noted, still exploring Kieran’s body. “The fat isn’t really showing itself yet. But it will do,” he stated, pulling out his cell phone to take more pictures.

“I can’t wait!” Kieran cried, feeling relaxed enough now to stroke his hardness in front of Aaron.

Aaron grinned, thoroughly encouraging it. He switched his cell phone to record. “Hey guys. Here’s an update on my newest piggy. He’s up fifteen pounds already!” he chuckled, taking the camera on a tour of Kieran’s body, even as he touched himself. “As you can see, it’s making the porker pretty fucking horny!” he teased, allowing the camera to focus in on just Kieran’s hardness. “Are you going to get huge for me, Piggy?” the feeder called from behind the camera.

Kieran nodded and cried out in obedience. Touching himself had never felt this intense before.

“He’s a good pig!” Aaron told his viewers. “His gains aren’t really showing yet, but if you follow me around here…” he explained, taking the camera behind Kieran’s back and getting down on his knees so that his camera was level with Kieran’s butt. “This is where the big changes are happening so far,” the feeder chuckled, tapping Kieran’s glutes and allowing the slight flutter to be seen on camera. “Brand new, beautiful blubber, guys!” he exclaimed, even puckering up to kiss it on screen for all his followers.

After that, Kieran ate like never before. He’d never wanted to get fat as much as he did now. It was in that moment he realised satisfying his kinks was only ever going to make them stronger. He’d started something that he couldn’t and wouldn’t ever stop. Fat was his only future.

Kieran didn’t know whether he had fallen in love with Aaron, but he ate for him with an awe and determination to make the feeder proud. Pretty soon it was happening too. The swell of his stomach became more extreme. There was a softness beneath the surface of the skin and, for the first time ever, his clothes started to stretch unflatteringly across his torso. Kieran could gaze for hours at himself in the mirror, admiring the changes, as if he wanted to document and acknowledge each and every one. He never came quite as hard as he did when Aaron was there; his large hand clasped over his mouth, holding in something deliberately fattening as his orgasm blossomed into the most intense feeling imaginable. The names Aaron called him; oh those names! He was a pig; he agreed with that entirely.

It was hard to know what was so arousing to Kieran as he walked around in clothes that became too small. Perhaps it was that feeling of exposure as he strutted around the supermarket, filling up his cart with the fattening items Aaron had instructed him to buy every couple of days. He remembered the first time he felt the beginnings of a rippling jiggle through his stomach, the cool air reaching under his t-shirt to caress the softening skin that was bulging over the waistband of his shorts. Whether he was right or not, he felt like the eyes of every person were upon him. He felt almost naked, with the forty pounds he had amassed spreading across his body and squeezing its way out of his clothes. Sometimes, just the thought of that would make him breathless with lust, only fuelling the appetite he had no problem in indulging.

He’d started upgrading his clothes; not because he wanted to, but because Aaron had insisted that he needed to start thinking long-term. “This isn’t some little holiday gain,” he explained, grabbing as much of the fat as he could that was starting to build around Kieran’s waist. “I know you’re clinging on to the old clothes because it’s arousing to feel the difference. But, I need my fatty to be comfortable too. How else is he going to overeat for me?”

Kieran nodded, observing the marks and dimples his tight clothes had left in his skin from a full day at work. Aaron was right. Sweatpants were indeed going to be his saviour.

It was a few weeks later when Aaron asked Kieran to meet him at a bar one Friday night. Kieran had been horny all day, waiting for the time to arrive. Against Aaron’s sage advice, Kieran allowed himself the luxury of dressing himself in a shirt that hadn’t fitted for some time. It stretched across his torso, exposing the rounded pauch that he had developed over many months of overfeeding himself. He could see the way people were looking at him and he struggled to maintain his usual stride, knowing how tight his pants were around his freshly plumped rear. Aaron was already stood at the bar ordering a drink when he entered, but he laughed slyly and grinned as he saw the ridiculous sight of Kieran walking towards him.

“Enjoying yourself? You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, Fatso?” the feeder asked, immediately calling Kieran out on his kinky reasons for dressing so outlandishly. He circled around him, taking in the view of him entirely. “Jeez! That cute little ass has been destroyed!” he chuckled, seeing the bloated, widened glutes pushing against the fabric of Kirean’s tight pants.

“Where are you taking me tonight?” Kieran asked, feeling the butterflies of excitement in his portly stomach.

“Right now, we’re having a drink here,” Aaron stated, passing over a couple of shots that he had ordered. “I need to get you pumped and ready for the next part of your training.”

Kieran threw his shot back and was handed another. He trusted Aaron completely and couldn’t help the arousal of knowing that something new was about to happen to him.

Twenty minutes later, Aaron was leading Kieran into a building across the street from the bar. He grinned, opening the door for the bloated gainer and led him into the elevator. “Where are we going?” a tipsy Kieran asked, knowing that this wasn’t Aaron’s apartment building.

“Just be patient,” Aaron whispered, feeling Kieran’s chubby butt now they at last had a little privacy. Then, when the doors slid open again, he carried on striding ahead, leading him to the door of an apartment that Aaron already had the key for. “Piggy! I’m here!” he cried out loudly, even before the door had shut behind them. “I hope you’re hungry!”

Confused and alarmed, Kieran followed Aaron into the living area and breathed in sharply as he saw the back of a very large, shirtless man staring into his TV.

“Hey, Mike!” a sweet Aaron called, bending down to kiss the enormous, easily five hundred pound man, sliding his hands all over the gigantic belly that filled his lap. “Did you miss me?”

Looking closer, Kieran began to recognise the man. He’d seen him many times on gainer sites over the years. He had no idea that he lived right here in the city though; nor that Aaron had had any part to play in the massive weight gain he had experienced over that time.

“I brought one of my new piggies tonight,” Aaron explained, pulling Kieran closer so that the fat man could see. “This is Kieran. He’s pretty small still, but I’m making progress,” he smiled, patting Kieran on his softer butt.

“Hi… Mike” Kieran mumbled, suddenly embarrassed. Only a minute before he had felt like a gigantic, fat whale. Yet, now standing in front of such a large and perfect example of obesity, he suddenly felt himself shrinking back down to reality. How ridiculous had it been to dress up his meagre gains in such tight clothes when, in all honesty, his weight was nothing more than average.

“Kieran is going to be feeding you tonight,” Aaron declared, making the fat man’s eyebrows raise in surprise.

“I am?” Kieran asked, equally surprised. “But, I’m a gainer, not a feeder.”

“You say that like there’s a difference!” Aaron laughed. “In order to become the best gainer for me, you have to learn how to feed as well. You really think it’s easy fattening up all my little pigs? There’s a lot of skill to it. And that’s something you’re going to start learning tonight.”

Kieran now understood why Aaron had met him at the bar first. He’d dreamed for years about getting fat for someone, but had never really considered being a feeder himself. Before he knew it, Aaron had surrounded them both with the mountains of food that had been left out in the kitchen for the evening.

“How long have you been gaining?” the fat man asked, trying to make connversation with his new feeder for the night.

“A few months,” Kieran replied, mindlessly rubbing his stomach.

Kieran abruptly snapped his fingers. “We’re not here to talk about you tonight, Kieran. Tonight is all about Mike and getting HIM fatter.”

“Oh,” Kieran mumbled, seeing that Aaron had sat himself down on a chair and was listening to everything they were saying. The soft light on his face made him look so devastatingly handsome. There was no way that anyone could resist him. Compliance was the only option.

“Less talk, more eating…” Aaron nodded down at the food.

Kieran felt flustered, but he nodded regardless. “Well… what do you want to eat first?” he asked Mike.

A loud huff came from Aaron and his hands flew up in frustration. “Just get on with it!” he ordered. “Look at the fat pig! Do you really think it matters what you push into his greedy mouth first?”

Kieran nodded and picked something up, pressing it to Mike’s mouth. The greedy man’s lips parted and he took a large bite, almost taking the tips of Kieran’s fingers with it. Perhaps it was the sheer size of the man, or the many years of training he had undoubtedly endured, but Kieran had never seen an appetite like it. Besides the periods of more intense chewing, it was almost difficult to keep up with him.

“Don’t forget those liquid calories…” Aaron pointed to the gainer shake on the side. “Lubricate his throat to keep him eating for you.” He continued interjecting throughout, instructing Kieran of the best ways to ensure Mike was fed in a rapid and productive manner.

“He says he’s too full,” Kieran finally grumbled, exasperated as Mike no longer opened his mouth as he delivered food to him.

“And, do you believe him?” Aaron asked.

Kieran stared down at the large fat man. He could see the pain of the stuffing etched on his face. A pain he knew only too well. “I don’t know,” he shrugged.

“Then how are you going to find out?” Aaron pressed again.

Kieran considered. It was a good question: one that he didn’t know the answer to. He thought back, placing himself in Mike’s position and the many times he had been fed by Aaron. What had Aaron done when he hit the food wall?

“Oh, come on… I know you can eat more,” Kieran began, offering his most soothing of tones. He stroked Mike’s enormous gut and grabbed a handful of it, jiggling the flesh to remind the man of how far he had come. “Don’t you want to grow fatter for me?”

Mike’s eyes grew more misty and lustful. He nodded.

“Don’t you want to be the biggest, fattest piggy for Aaron too?” Kieran asked next.

Again, Mike nodded, and when Kieran next lifted the tasty treat to his lips, the fat man took it with a renewed sense of purpose. He continued for a surprising length of time, taking on far more calories than Kieran would have expected. Then, when even that momentum started to dwindle, Kieran reached under the gut and grabbed the man’s hardness, rubbing up and down the shaft, making him moan and relax even further; allowing him to push even more food into him.

When Mike finally came, Kieran suddenly realised that Aaron had been quiet for some time. He turned to see his feeder, wondering whether he would be displeased at him for letting Mike come before every last item had gone. But Aaron simply smiled, raised both hands and began clapping slowly. “Good work,” he cried, seeming to be as equally proud of himself as he was the two men he had trained. His dick was out and he had clearly been stroking himself the whole time he had been watching. “Oh, look… “ he smiled, getting up from his seat and pushing Kieran down onto the couch. “...It looks like there’s even some leftovers for you,” he teased, reaching for the first item he wanted to feed him.

Kieran sat there, delighted with himself. He now had a greater sense of how he could be a better gainer for Aaron. And it was a lesson he was never going to forget.

Kieran almost wished that he didnt get so aroused when people in his everyday life commented on his gains. His tummy had been quietly building for months, but the moment the fat started spreading into his face and neck, it was as if the floodgates had opened. He had crossed some invisible line of tolerance that his family had had, seeing him piling on the pounds and saying nothing. Now they used all the words that Aaron had been deploying for months to make him climax: fat, greedy, disgusting, pig. No matter who was saying it, he felt the blood rushing into his groin each time one came up, no matter how well dressed up they had been in speeches about their concern for him and his health. He’d spend hours on the phone with Aaron detailing each one; the horny stud finding them as equally arousing and stimulating as Kieran did. He’d use them all, sending them back to him like a boomerang, ammunition to keep on eating.

“Remember that time your step dad called you a greedy pig when you took your shirt off at the family barbecue?” he’d tease. “Imagine what he’s going to be thinking the next time he sees you; especially now your tits are coming in!”

Oh, how it all got Kieran going! Aaron had a skill, making Kieran picture in his mind what others must think of him now he’d edged his way towards becoming obese. He’d point out the changes in his body that even Kieran had failed to notice and, just by talking to him, Kieran found his dreams and fantasies becoming more and more extreme.

“Piggy!” cried Aaron, letting himself into Kieran’s new apartment with his own key some time later. “I’ve got a surprise for you tonight.”

Kieran looked around guiltily. He’d got hungry waiting for Aaron to arrive and had already made a start on some of the snacks he had laid out for Aaron to feed him. But as he looked, he could see that the sexy feeder was not alone. He was standing by another handsome, strong looking guy who looked awkwardly around; like he hadn’t anticipated being there that evening.

“This is Dillon,” Aaron explained, introducing his buddy. “He’s a wanna-be feeder,” he smiled, placing his big hand over Dillon’s rugged shoulder and squeezing affectionately. “He wants to learn from the best and I’m throwing him in at the deep end tonight. You’re going to be his first ever piggy.”

“Is this the guy from your videos?” Dillon marvelled, moving over to get a look at Kieran. “I can’t believe it!” he cried, seeing the large, spreading belly that had sprouted on Kieran’s body.

“Yeah, he’s doing pretty good, huh?” Aaron nodded, reaching across to jiggle one of Kieran’s nipples. “He used to be a swimmer, you know?”

“Yeah, I know…” Dillon nodded, looking for all the world like he was in the presence of a celebrity. “I just didn’t think…” he mumbled. “I mean… he’s even fatter in real-life!”

“Thanks,” Aaron smiled, accepting the compliment for Kieran. “I’ve been playing around a lot with his diet these last few weeks and it seems to be making a real difference.” He reached down again, grabbing a wedge of Kieran’s stomach fat and jiggling it. “Have a feel,” he instructed Dillon. “He’s one of the softest pigs I’ve got at this size. It’s just pure fat.”

Dillon did as he was told, reaching down and jiggling; the bulge in his crotch evident for all to see.

“He’s a good pig, this one. He’ll be a great first feed for you. He’s got a big appetite and is as kinky as they come,” Aaron explained to the new feeder.

Kieran smiled. It wasn’t often that he heard Aaron comparing him to his other pigs and hearing him do so then was incredibly thrilling. When Dillion was finally ready to take the reins, he gladly submitted for him. But even if Aaron hadn’t said this was Dillion’s first time feeding someone, Kieran could easily have worked it out. He was slow and cautious, too busy watching Kieran eat, not thinking about what should be next or the order to feed everything to him. Aaron called out a lot from the sidelines, getting more and more frustrated as Kieran sat there, greedily waiting for the next items to be ready for him.

“He’s going to be thirsty by now…” Aaron reminded Dillion several times. “Remember to reward him…” he cried. “What is he?”

“He’s a fat pig,” Dillon answered Aaron.

“So, why don’t you tell him so?” Aaron sighed, getting exasperated.

“You’re a fat pig!” Dillon shot next, but the speed and comedy of the situation only made Kieran laugh, even despite himself. Dillon seemed so young and inexperienced; unused to the ways of feeding. He was cute and simple in a way that Aaron was not, with an innocence behind those big eyes. He removed his shirt, trying to make the situation sexy again, revealing his chiselled torso; the result of many years of material arts training. But, not long after, Aaron had pushed him aside, taking over the feeding entirely and ensuring that Kieran was left completely and utterly stuffed by someone who actually knew what they were doing.

Even with his failures, it was obvious that Dillon had enjoyed himself. Kieran got the impression that it certainly wouldn’t be the last time Aaron would be using him to train new feeders - and that was a very exciting prospect.

Sometimes it was hard for Kieran to keep up with just how large and flabby his body was getting. He’d catch himself in the mirror sometimes; his breath being sucked straight into his chest as he took in the fat man staring back at him. One hundred pounds of pure fat had altered him beyond most casual aquantainces’ recognition, but the next fifty was transforming him even more. Fat building on top of fat had created the most remarkably soft form. His hips had swelled outwards and his nipples sank lower as his chest filled with lard. His old paunch had swollen into a blubbery gut that seemed to smile in his lap. His arms were now taking on the brunt of the excess weight, getting flabbier and softer with each added pound. His double chin was only growing more pronounced, swallowing his jawline entirely and spreading around his neck to create a wedge of fat at the back of his head.

Kieran had always imagined himself feeling satisfied by this point. Obesity had long come for him, yet he still wanted more. There were still goals he wanted to achieve; getting too fat for some clothes stores, breaking a chair, needing a seatbelt extender on a flight. He confessed each of these to Aaron, who recycled them over and over again as connon fodder to make him eat even more for him. The videos Aaron was posting of him online were getting an insane number of views. It seemed like everyone wanted to see him grow ever fatter and let the hunky Aaron fuck him hard and rough. So, who was he to object to such alluring feedback?

Kieran thought he recognised the fresh face as he walked into the office that day. He’d met the new recruit somewhere before; he knew he had. He held out his hand to offer a handshake, then watched as the guy’s face immediately flushed red.

“My desk is just over there if you need anything. My name is Kieran by the way,” he smiled.

“Yeah…” the guy squirmed awkwardly. “Thanks. I’m… Dillon.”

In an instant Kieran remembered the fresh-faced, timid feeder that Aaron had brought over all those months ago. However, the man standing before him now had definitely undergone quite the transformation. Kieran thought back to the tight, chiselled body of the martial arts guy that he had met. Since that time, it was clear that Dillon had been transitioning away from that physique for some time. He sported an obvious paunch, with fat filling his handsome face and absorbing the masculine jawline that he had once had. He looked strong, with large shoulders that had hunched slightly forwards, yet his pecs had grown pointed and softer looking beneath his shirt. His waist was thick, as if there was still a lot of muscle in his torso, now enshrouded by a great layer of fat that encircled him entirely. His gut seemed to sit higher than most men’s, as if it was building into somethign that could one day turn into the most tremendous of spherical balls. His butt too, though strong-looking and beefy, was obviously wider and fatter, filling his pants admirably well.

“Oh, Dillon… of course!” Kieran chuckled, looking around the office, feeling somehow delighted that his kinky exploits were even finding him here, in work: the one place he had managed to leave untouched. “You…uh, look a little different to the last time I saw you…” he grinned.

Dillion rubbed at his stomach, clearly embarrassed, looking around to ensure that no one else was listening in to their conversation. “Yeah… I know,” he grunted, seeming displeased. “It just sort of happened,” he whispered.

Kieran smirked, raising his eyes skeptically. “A fat gut like that doens’t just ‘happen’ overnight!” he teased.

“Don’t talk so loud!” Dillon grumbled through his teeth. “It’s my first day. I don’t want everyone to know about this…”

Kieran leaned in closer. “I think they know you’re overweight, Dillon. It’s not exactly a secret when your ass is that big!” But, seeing the embarrassment on the guy’s face, Kieran relented and headed back to his desk. From there, he could see Dillon all day long, providing an amusing distraction to his tedious schedule. He smiled and chuckled to himself, as their eyes met multiple times throughout the afternoon, especially when Kieran rummaged in his desk drawers for the highly calorific snacks he made sure he had every hour or so in order to keep his gains coming.

Once the day was over and everyone was leaving, Kieran caught Dillon as he was heading out the doors, steering him in the direction of the bar next door, whether he liked it or not.

“Sorry if I was a bit snappy with you earlier,” Dillon sighed, slowly spinning the straw of his juice between his thumb and finger. “I just… wasn’t expecting to see someone I knew in my new job.”

“It’s not that much of a big deal, surely? We only met once,” Kieran scoffed. “I’m just the first guy you fed… that’s all.”

Dillon looked up sheepishly. “You’re the only guy I’ve ever fed,” he grumbled back. “Aaron said I was hopeless at it. He says I’ve got a lot to learn before I ever try doing something like that again.”

Kieran smirked to himself; everything suddenly slotting into place. He could smell one of Aaron’s cons a mile off. “So… let me guess… Aaron told you the best way to learn about how to feed someone was to let them do it to you first?”

Dillon shrugged. “Something like that,” he admitted. “There’re a few of us wanting to learn how to feed guys properly and Aaron has got us all practising on each other. When I’m ready, I’ll be able to have a go at it as well,” he smiled cheerfully. “But this…” he pointed at his bloated stomach. This is just a thyroid problem.”

Resisting the urge to laugh, Kieran managed to keep a straight face as he admired Dillon’s sweet naivity. “It’s really not, you know. I’m afraid… you’ve been fattened up, very much deliberately. You do realise that this is probably just another of Aaron’s games, right?”

Kieran looked on with sympathy. He got the sense that Dillion already knew everything he was saying, but had yet to fully admit any of it to himself.

“None of my clothes fit,” Dillon simply said next.

“They won’t do,” Kieran nodded sympatheitcally. “Aaron will have seen to that. He has a way of enabling people to put on weight. I mean, if you’d have told me a couple of years ago that Aaron would have me actively eating towards four hundred pounds, I’d have thought you were crazy!”

“Four hundred?” Dillon gasped. “You’re going to be enormous!”

Kieran smirked. It was nice to talk about this with someone other than Aaron. “I sure am!” he grinned excitedly. “Another few months and you wouldn’t have been able to recognise me!”

Dillon’s look was one of excitement; just like it had been the night they had first met and he had got to touch Kieran’s fat for himself. “My older cousin called me a fat pig the other day,” he sighed.

Kieran laughed. He didn’t really know why. Perhaps it was just the innocent way Dillon said it. “And… um, how did that make you feel?” he asked, trying his best to remain approachable. Then, when Dillon was slow to respond, he asked. “Did it turn you on at all?”

Dillon grimmanced. “I don’t want it to…” he mumbled with embarrassment.

Now Kieran really couldn’t help laughing. “I don’t think that’s something you can necessarily control. I’ve found out so much about what turns me on since I started gaining,” he went on, trying his best to show Dillon how much he related to him. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed about any of it.”

Dillon smiled. “Maybe you could help me… embrace this a little more?” he asked timidly.

“We’re going to be working in the same office together. I have a feeling our paths may cross from time to time. So… yeah, I think I could definitely do that,” Kieran smiled.

Dillon’s sweet face lit up once more.

“So, you really haven’t fed anyone since me?” Kieran asked, still finding that fact perplexing.

Dillon shook his head.

“Would you like to? I mean, I don’t have any plans this evening…”

“Yes!” Dillon nodded back enthusiastically. “I mean, I’d really like that… especially now I know you’re heading for four hundred.” He wriggled in his seat, like a man who had just got an instant boner that he didn’t know what to do with.

“If your cousin thinks you’re a fat pig, just wait until he gets a look at me!” Kieran joked.

Dillon smirked at the idea. “That would definitely help me out a bit,” he nodded, patting his rounded stomach. Already, the pair of them were feeling like they were going to be spending a lot more time together.

“Evening, Piggies!” Aaron called out, entering the apartment in much the same way as he always did. “I certainly hope I’m interrupting something,” he grinned, seeing a large, pot-bellied Dillon spoon-feeding very sloppy looking ice cream into an overfed, three hundred and seventy pound Kieran; his jiggly softness having taken over and shrouded every part of his body in softness; building at long last into his shoulder blades and drooping from his arms.

“Go away, Aaron!” Dillon grumbled impatiently, trying to concentrate on scooping out every last drop of the melted ice cream. “Tonight is our anniversary. We’re spoiling each other.”

“I thought as much!” Aaron grinned, throwing himself down on the chair to watch voyeristically. “Don’t forget to feed Kieran the…” he began.

“I know!” Dillon grumbled back. “I do have some idea about what I’m doing! I have put almost seventy pounds on Kieran since we got together, you know!”

“And all while remaining so impeccably slim yourself!” Aaron shot back sarcastically, smirking at Kieran and loving how enormous both of his former pigs were getting. “I wonder who will be eating that giant cheesecake?” he teased, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be Kieran, who had never liked them. “I also heard that there was an incident at a cafe the other day… something about you breaking some little old chair?” he smirked, leaning over to poke Dillon in his wide, heavy rear; so beautifully out of shape!

“You told him?” Dillon sighed at Kieran.

“It was pretty fucking hot,” Kieran explained by way of admission. “Your first chair!”

Dillon gave a slight smirk. He’d never dare admit in front of Aaron how much it all turned him on to see himself growing. His large, ball-bellied shape, so much different, but no less appealing than his extremely doughy and jiggly boyfriend.

“Are you staying for something to eat?” Kieran asked his former feeder, who suddenly seemed to be checking his cell phone.

“No…sorry fatties. Looks like I just got a much better offer!” he smiled, standing up to leave again.

“A feeder’s job is never done, huh?” Kieran laughed, quietly relieved that he would have some alone time with his boyfriend once more.

“I don’t know about that so much…” Aaron grinned turning back to look at the pair of them; two fumbling fatsos, so much in love and awe of each other. “Sometimes a feeder’s job is most definitely done!” he smirked, turning his broad back on them and leaving to pursue his next great adventure.

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a fraudulent claim - m/ob p/sycho 100 r/eigen

summary: r/eigen comes to work miserable and s/erizawa speaks his mind

The first thing Serizawa noticed when his boss walked in an uncharacteristic twenty minutes late wasn’t the tardiness, but how disheveled he looked. His hair was sticking up like someone had aggressively rubbed a balloon over it, his tie was crooked and loose, but worst of all eyes were still visibly sunken in spite of the cakey layer of concealer he’d applied under his eyes in a flimsy attempt to mask his lack of sleep. As Serizawa approached him, he could see that Reigen had used the same technique on the underside of his nose, so even before he started audibly sniffling, Serizawa had figured out the nature of his boss’ physical state.

“Here, hopefully this batch is better,” Serizawa said, setting a cup of tea in front of his boss.

“Ah, smells great,” Reigen said, though it was another automatic lie as evidenced by the audible congestion in his words, “Thanks, Serizawa.”

After one more moment of consideration, Serizawa finally spoke up as Reigen took a sip of the hot tea. “Excuse me for saying this…but you don’t look well, sir.”

“Hm?” He rubbed the tip of his scalded tongue, against the backs of his bottom teeth and snapped his fingers. “Oh, yeah. My allergies have been a bitch lately. Probably built up too much of a tolerance to these antihistamines at this point.” He pulled the box containing the medicine from his pocket and shook it lazily.

Serizawa frowned. He’d heard Reigen mention his allergies a few times, but outside of him rubbing his eyes or occasionally blowing his nose, they seemed well-managed. “I could get stronger ones for you at the drugstore,” he offered.

“Ah, you don’t have to go that far.” Reigen waved him off and sniffled again, only to realize too late that he had been unwittingly playing—and was now losing—a round of Russian Roulette each time he avoided blowing his nose. His hand automatically went to his breast pocket to fish for his handkerchief as the sharp tickle shot to the back of his nose and pulled his focus from the morning conversation.

“I really don’t mind.”

“Heh…eh-excuse me,” he held up a finger and in a snapping motion brought the handkerchief to his nose in time to catch a particularly violent sneeze that left his nose with a burning sensation. “h’EDSHH’iuh!”

Serizawa hesitated as Reigen sniffled into the handkerchief. “Bless you,” he said, wringing his hands, hoping he hadn’t insulted his boss by saying the phrase slightly too late, or god forbid for saying it at all.

“Mmph, thank you.” Reigen sounded even more congested than before, and now when he retracted the handkerchief, some of the concealer had been rubbed away and in its wake exposed a distinct pink patch of sensitive skin around the rims of his nostrils. He cleared his throat and took another sip of tea. His beautifully crafted webpage was beginning to put a strain on his eyes and though he was reading an inquiry, it took a few tries before he could understand what it was saying.

Before he could fully decode the message that he’d later realize was junk mail, a customer walked through the door. Reigen jumped into his well-rehearsed spiel and did the hard work of having Serizawa perform a curse removal.

“I’m glad you stopped in ma’am. Please remember that if anything like this ever happens again, I, Reigen Arataka, will handle it promptly.” He proudly handed her a business card.

She smiled. Reigen matched it until his nose betrayed him by ignoring his orders to ignore the tingling sensation that had been plaguing it all morning. He quickly turned to the side and readied his handkerchief just in time to—

“hhH- KMPHt’shheww! Hahh…’scuse me, sometimes tiny remnants of the curse linger in the air trying to—snfft—uh…find a new host. But please don’t worry. It’s far too weak to do any damage now.” Reigen scrubbed the side of his nose with his knuckle and hid the hand holding his handkerchief behind his back rather than return it to its resting place. “Right, Serizawa?”

“Sure.”

The customer seemed even more appreciative as she wished them both well.

Only when she finally left did he give into the rest of his sneezing fit. “h’Ktshhhu! Hahh…ehGHtSHhyew! Sorry ‘bout that, Serizah-heh…heDTzshh!” It was too early in the day for him to have used up the last dry patch on his handkerchief, but the reasoning did nothing to change the fact of the matter. He couldn’t even open his eyes, never mind, stop himself from giving into another indulgent sneeze. “Hgt’ehSCHhhu!- sndf…Phew, sorry, swear I’m done now.”

“Bless you. Uh. Will you really be alright?”

“You don’t have to keep saying that yanno.” Reigen turned away from his wide-eyed employee and pulled some tissues from the nearby box. He wiped a tear from his lower lash line and put them to better use in pinching off the remaining buzz and wicking away droplets of moisture from his nose, inadvertently taking the remaining concealer with it. Such an unfortunate thing was unavoidable with how much wear and tear his nose was incurring. When Reigen opened his eyes, he noticed a change in Serizawa’s posture. Perhaps all of his obnoxious sneezing was putting the man off. That tended to be the case in the rare cases Reigen wasn’t able to ward off such an onslaught. “Actually. Would you mind picking up a better box of antihistamines?” Reigen himself had to cringe at how horribly his congestion had mutilated the word.

Andyhisdabeads.

He shuddered as it echoed in his head over whatever Serizawa had said.

“Absolutely, sir.” Reigen processed it only after Serizawa had left. He spent the next while trying to shoo away the rare humility that had infiltrated the fortress of his mind.

***

When Serizawa returned, Reigen was already looking significantly worse for the wear. He’d only been gone a half hour! He kicked himself for dawdling in the store and picking up items his boss hadn’t even requested. Reigen slowly lifted his head as if it had been replaced by a bowling ball. It lolled uncomfortably to the side, and his neck was at an even more concerning angle.

“Serizawa, hey,” he greeted, his voice cracking.

Serizawa quickly offered the bag to his boss.

“Oh thanks,” Reigen said, massaging the bridge of his nose, “I’ll uh…compensate you at a, um, later time.” He peeked in the bag and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He sniffled again and cleared his throat before attempting to speak again. Having his voice crack once was enough for him. “Okay, uh…pretty sure I didn’t ask for all this.”

“I’m sorry sir!” Serizawa bowed. “I ended up picking up some extra things in case you need them later. Please, I don’t need to be reimbursed.”

Reigen waved him off. “You didn’t have to go that far but I appreciate it.” His ears went hot as he noticed the cooling pack under the cough drops. Why would he need that?

“Sir…I think you should go home” Serizawa blurted out, averting his gaze.

“Wha—? It’s barely noon, Serizawa!” He cleared his throat. “It’s just allergies, y’know.”

Serizawa rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh…sir…y’know how you said I should speak my mind?” Reigen nodded and subsequently held in a wince. “I think maybe you caught a cold.”

What?

“Respectfully, uh…you’re really pale…and uh…I looked it up and the pollen count has been down the past few days. I still got the antihistamines, but…also it’s gonna storm later and…well…I think it’s gonna be really slow anyway.”

Reigen didn’t say anything as he tuned out Serizawa’s rambling and swallowed a dose of the new antihistamines. Now that he was thinking about it, he felt like he’d seen this kinda tablet before. Then he read the label. “Oh shit. These are the drowsy kind.”

The color immediately drained from Serizawa’s face. “I’m sorry! My apologies, sir. They said these were the strongest—”

“Not your fault, I shoulda chehh…” Reigen trailed off and rubbed his nose vigorously with the back of his index finger, grimacing slightly when he finished. “Ahem. Should’ve checked first.”

Serizawa glanced down at his feet and in his peripheral vision noticed that the wastebasket was already nearly full of tissues. Then he noticed that the thermostat had been raised. He’d only known Reigen a short while, but from what Serizawa could tell, the man was frugal in areas unrelated to having food delivered. “Still, I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

Reigen waved him off. “You worry too much.”

“Yeah…”

“hh’KMPftsch!” Reigen muffled another sneeze into a tissue. He let out a small but pained noise before blowing his nose. He was beginning to sweat to an extent where it was visible on his forehead.

“Bless you,” Serizawa said only after Reigen had finished blowing his nose.

“...Thanks.”

“Is it too hot in here for you?”

Reigen hummed and sniffled. “The opposite. I think the heat’s on the fritz. Gotta c-call a guy later.”

Serizawa gritted his teeth as he looked between the thermostat, the wastebasket, and then his boss who upon further inspection was shivering under his suit. The flush over his cheeks had darkened and he was back to propping his head up with his hands.

“I think you might have a fever.”

The room went silent sans the hissing of the heat pouring through the radiator. Reigen seemed to genuinely consider the suggestion.

“Huh.” He put his own hand to his forehead. “Dunno, it doesn’t feel hot to me.”

“I don’t think that’s an accurate way to check,” Serizawa said with a sigh. Maybe he should’ve purchased the thermometer after all. In retrospect, that would’ve been infinitely more helpful in this situation than the chapstick he’d added to the purchase.

“Really? Eh, I’m sure it’s nothing.”

Serizawa shifted his weight. “If it’s not overstepping, I could check for you.”

“...okay.”

He hadn’t expected Reigen to comply. Awkwardly, he approached his boss and covered his forehead with a gentle hand. The heat immediately registered on his palm and he frowned. “How did you get out of bed this morning?” he murmured. “You’re definitely burning up.”

Any hopes of spinning this, died on Reigen’s tongue at the sight of the genuine concern etched across Serizawa’s face. There was probably a time not too long ago where he would’ve wished for someone to care about him like this, but having it right there in front of him made him want to crawl under the table. Instead he cleared his throat again and closed his laptop.

“Guess you were right, Serizawa. Besides, I'm already starting to drift off. In another twenty minutes I'll be pretty useless.” He took in a breath to tell him that this was all another test he’d passed, but was ambushed by a coughing fit. Damn. Serizawa watched for a few moments before deciding to pat his back in what he hoped was an acceptable way. Reigen’s shoulders dropped as a tension he didn't know he had released. “You should mhh-move-!” He grabbed another tissue and crushed his nose against it before sneezing into it, doing his best to contain the mess the sneeze threatened to make of him. “KXT! h’GXt’ch!”

“Bless you.” Serizawa had reached his limit on questioning his boss, though if he had it in him, maybe he’d ask him to not hold back. It was clearly hurting him. Instead he asked if he could see him home.

“Sure.”

And all the better, he’d offered, because Reigen had forgotten his umbrella, and by the looks of it, it had already started raining.

#sickfic #sneezefic #snzfic #snz #snzblr #mp C #r/eigen #cold #allergy #my writing

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datesinredink · 6 months

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Yan turtles (rottmnt) with an m/c that’s allergic to reptiles/turtles? Idk I just think it would be funny (not Donnie trying to get m/c into getting injections to help the allergy-)

ANON I AM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BCIRBIFUNUIEH

Super duper sorry i ended up procrastinating really hard and i guess god took issue with that because he struck me down with multiple QAs and a Feelings crisis but the tests are over and I finally managed to sit down and finish Raph's part- seriously i struggled with him and mikey a lot but i guess it was kinda worth it in the end because Raph has an entire 110 more words to his part than the other three- hopefully it makes up for my lack of knowledge of his character. Enjoy!

Donnie

“My inspiration for this device was simplicity-”

Yeah you’re getting a hazmat suit until your allergies either magically disappear or he figures out some other solution

You’ll probably have to do a lot of tests, including possibly a blood draw but I’m no medical expert- since I headcanon Leo to be the medic he’ll probably end up helping too

After he finally puts the pieces together, he’ll start working with Leo to engineer a medicine to help suppress your allergic reaction, and maybe even be able to get rid of it entirely

Also anon you’re very right, you may be subjected to becoming the human pincushion of allergy shots while he figures it out. It’s safe. No it won’t kill you. Yes he made sure. Just, uh, maybe don’t ask your best friend their opinion on needles for a while….

In the meantime, he completely hates the current situation. He finally meets someone that he’s (mostly) fine with touching him, and they CAN’T TOUCH HIM without a HAZMAT SUIT. Just the worst. Awful times.

Normally, he’d have you around almost always, but, unfortunately, that’s currently not ideal.

Starts trying to keep things extra clean around the lair for you. Also everything that can be sanitized is sanitized. Good luck in the cleanliness prison after you get kidnapped later on.

The best about keeping distance, since he already wasn't super touchy before this whole situation. While he might tap you on the arm or something once or twice, it's nothing serious and you won't have a problem with him on that front.

Going back to the hazmat suit real quick, while it does do its job well, it's definitely not the most comfortable thing to wear, and you'll probably end up getting too hot pretty quick, so chances are you won't willingly be wearing it all too often. Donnie may occasionally force you to wear it, but otherwise you (usually) just... don't have to.

Leo

He’s the one who finds out you’re allergic. It was an accident he SWEARS. He only wanted to give you a pat on the arm when April first introduced you to them! How could he have known you’d get hives where he touched you?

At least he knows how to treat it. He managed to guide April through treating it, after which he sulked while rereading some Jupiter Jim comics.

Has a personal grudge against your immune system for daring to make you allergic to him. How dare your cells get mad about him.

When Donnie tells him that he might have “a fix, bro”, Leo jumps at the opportunity- oh thank god, he can finally hug you!

…Doesn’t mean he’s not super bad at focusing on actually working on it. Don’t worry, he’ll fix it eventually, just have a little patience.

Honestly, this is your chance to BOOK IT away from them, because none of them are as clingy as they will be after your allergies are cured/suppressed, which gives you more time to leave New York before things go from bad to worse.

Anyway, Leo’s about as clingy as he can be without physically clinging onto you for hours on end. Constantly hanging around you, like a ghost haunting their killer, except you’re not the one who kills people.

He might end up using your allergy to try and manipulate you away from his brothers. Mikey keeps forgetting to keep distance, Donnie’s suffocating and makes you wear a hazmat suit, and Raph almost treats you like a sopping wet cat that he has to take care of, so why not just stay with him?

As much as he likes to criticize Mikey for forgetting, sometimes, particularly early on, he gets a little too close, and your allergies flare up, and while he does genuinely feel kinda bad, he will exaggerate his remorse for sympathy from you. He genuinely does try and apologize for it later, and he probably portals you two somewhere nice and gets you a couple of trinkets you like or find useful.

Mikey

Absolutely heartbroken!

His love is allergic to him! This is awful!

2nd most panicked when they first find out. Is their new friend ok? Did they mess up?

If you have a low tolerance for pain/allergic reaction symptoms and cry a little he probably will too. High empathy, man…

He’s really understanding after everything’s resolved and they figure out you’re allergic to them. He tries his best to keep a fair amount of distance between you and him, but he tends to naturally be physically affectionate, so there may be a slight adjustment period. He really doesn’t mean harm though.

He occasionally tries to bring you something from the mystic city that he thinks would be safe- a small figurine, maybe a sketchbook if you also like doing art, if he manages to bargain for/steal a piece of jewelry, he’ll also give that to you.

As I mentioned before, Mikey’s pretty big on physical touch, but since that’s off limits (for now) he’ll try to show you affection in any other way he can think of

Mostly quality time. He likes to take you with him when he explores through the sewers/city to spraypaint a couple of blank walls, and he’ll probably get you to try it too, and regardless of your skill level he’ll tell you it’s great

After Donnie and Leo finish making the cure, Mikey squeezes the LIFE out of you- he doesn’t mean to practically strangle you, but he’s fairly strong and he got excited, so he does feel a little bad afterwards.

Will decorate the hazmat suit Donnie gave you if you let him. He'll put stickers on it that match his and draw fun patterns that may or may not relate to him in some way. Maybe the spots he has, or the face on his knee pads. It's pretty endearing, even if his brothers may occasionally glare at him. In Mikey's opinion, if they're really that jealous, they should add something themselves.

Raph

And the award for most paranoid goes to….

Ok but really, he’s the most overbearing about it. This probably isn’t a surprise, but it’s still something I've gotta mention.

You don’t really have to worry about Donnie making you wear the hazmat suit- he gets it, not a fun sensory experience- other than a couple stand-out occasions, but you will have to convince Raph fairly often that you’ll be fine without it.

To be fair, it’s partially because he also forgets not to touch you sometimes, and while he’s better about it than Mikey and most of the time Leo, he’s also self-aware and protective enough that he’d rather be safe than sorry.

If you’re having an allergic reaction, he’ll either get Leo/Donnie/April to help you, or go find the hazmat suit Donnie made him a while ago when Splinter got sick and then help you himself

There’s a chance he might not do great though, as he’s not always the best under pressure and tends to panic when the people he loves are hurt or in some sort of extreme situation, especially when it comes to you (seriously, he treats you like a porcelain doll), but you can be reassured that he’ll do his absolute best to make you safe and comfortable.

Feels terrible after, pampers you a lot after the ordeal. Every time, not just the first few.

If he wasn’t the one who caused it, then he’s definitely pissed at whichever of his brothers made your allergies flare up. He won’t kill them, and he won’t lose it and drop kick them into tomorrow (yet. If they ever intentionally trigger your allergies he might snap some bones) but there will be a noticeable irritation and tension for at least the next few weeks between him and them.

He’s super excited after Donnie and Leo finish the allergy shots! I personally headcanon him to be the second touchiest of the brothers (Mikey being the most touchy, of course) so there’ll be a lot more casual touch between you two after. Hugs, headpats, you get the idea. If you try to tell him to stop, he’ll be very upset, though doing his best to understand, he will try to respect your wishes.. Before going right back to it after a week tops. Sometimes he genuinely does forget, after all, he does have a fair amount on his plate, but sometimes he does intentionally wait until he thinks he can get away with it again before jumping right back to how things were before. He’ll vehemently deny it, but no matter what happens, you’ll likely never really get him to stop for an extended period of time.

#yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #augh im so unhappy with raph and mikey's partsss #i shouldve known getting fixated on leo and donnie and forgetting about raph and mikey wouldve come back to bite me #<---- did not plan on writing fanfic when she started watching the show #sorry mikey and raph enjoyers i hope this was satisfactory #anyway i havent like #proofread this.#also none of my friends have ever watched rottmnt so im stuck with no one to check me on my characterization #pray for me #Strawberry's basket

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mymoodwriting · 7 months

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Request for Anon (Yandere Werewolf!Wonwoo) 3.4k, yandere, ABO dynamics, aggressive behavior, supernatural, kidnapping, restraints, biting, blood (@starillusion13)

“Ignore the Sigma House.”

It was your first day of uni and you were following a student tour guide around campus. Your whole group were incoming freshmen, all of you bright eyed and unaware of what uni was really like. After the initial tour you wound up at the involvement fair, a place where all the clubs and sports gathered around to recruit new people. Of course this also included the fraternities and sororities. You were all allowed to go your own way as this was the end of the tour, but your tour guide did warn you to avoid the Sigma House.

“Those guys are just a bunch of animals.”

The warning did nothing to help as those same people overheard and came over to greet all the freshmen. They were super energetic and welcoming, going to show maybe the tour guide had a personal bias they were pushing on you.

“… ha… hi…”

You didn’t notice someone had approached you until you heard a nervous greeting, turning around to find a tall boy with glass giving you an awkward smile.

“Hello…”

“You’re really pretty.”

“Ah, thank you.”

“Uh… so, I’m Wonwoo, and the Sigma house is-”

“I’m y/n, and I’m a girl, and Sigma is a fraternity, right? Which means boys only.”

“Right, right, sorry…”

“It’s okay. I’m sure you’ll find some great guys to recruit. I’m gonna check out the rest of the fair.”

“Yeah, yeah, have fun.”

“You too.”

As you said, you took a look at all the tables at the involvement fair, signing up for a few things to get freebies, and thinking of giving them a shot down the line. When you finished with all that you went off to your dorm, needing to unpack, and still get some boxes moved in. While moving around you ended up bumping into Wonwoo.

“Hello again.”

“Oh, hi, what are you doing here? Don’t you dorm in the frat house?”

“Yeah, yeah, we just like to help others, especially when it comes to moving into the dorm.”

“Ah…”

Without asking he took one of the boxes you had and gestured for you to lead the way. You weren’t going to deny some help, so he followed you as you got all your things to your dorm and the two of you started to get to know each other.

“What year are you?”

“Junior.”

“Oh wow, halfway there.”

“You can say that.”

“Do you like this place?”

“The professors are good, and there are plenty of resources to take advantage of. I think you’ll like it.”

“This was one of my top choices, but this will be my first time living alone. Well, not completely alone as I have a roommate but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah. It’s something else, but I’m lucky to have my brothers looking out for me.”

“Brothers? Oh, you mean the frat house.”

“Yup. You know, we are having a party tonight to celebrate all the new people. It’s open to everyone. You should come by. It’s a great way to socialize and meet new people.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“If you come by-”

“Wonwoo!”

You were startled as someone shouted, seeing another boy come over and grab Wonwoo. He offered you a smile, but said nothing as he pulled Wonwoo away.

“I’ll see you at the party!” Wonwoo yelled. “Bye now.”

“Bye.”

It was kinda weird that someone just showed up and dragged Wonwoo away, but you figured it was probably one of his frat brothers who needed him for something. Now that it was just you it was much easier to unpack and get your things all set up. While you were doing that you met your roommate, Misu. You helped her with her things and you both began to get acquainted with one another. You also used the time to mention any allergies or rules you kinda wanted to set down.

“So, I heard the Sigma house is throwing a party, you in?”

“I don’t know…”

“The rumor is they throw the best parties.”

You really weren’t one for parties, but in the end Misu ended up convincing you to go with. You had nothing else to do, so it wasn’t a bad thing in any way. You weren’t sure what to expect, but there were certainly a lot of people. The atmosphere was definitely vibrant and alive, everyone around seeming to be having a good time. Unlike yourself, Misu was a social butterfly, immediately engaging with people. You felt more awkward than anything else. It wasn’t long before Misu disappeared from sight and you were alone.

You thought to hang around for a while, going into the house and looking around. You didn’t see Wonwoo though, figured he was busy with others anyway. This was his party so he probably had things to do. After a while you dipped, preferring to take in the campus at night before returning to your dorm. Tomorrow was day one, and you wanted to be well rested. Going by the noises around you, that wouldn’t be the case for others. It would take some getting used to all this, the bed and atmosphere, but this was what you wanted. Eventually you’d get used to it all, but you had to take it one day at a time.

🖤

It wasn’t exactly easy to sleep that first night, but you were ready for the first day. There wasn’t much to expect though. As freshmen, and this being your first week, it was all mostly syllabus talk and class expectations. So you were just going from one to another, which was honestly kind of boring, and that’s how the whole week went.

“Y/n.”

After one of your classes you heard your name, surprised to find Wonwoo waving you over. He had been waiting for you.

“Hey, how are you?”

“Good. I missed you at the party.”

“Yeah, sorry, I was tied up.” Wonwoo explained. “How’s the first week going?”

“Oh you know, the usual, just going over class stuff. No real learning just yet, although I do need a partner for-”

“I’ll do it.”

You chuckled. “Wonwoo, you’re not in my class. I need a project partner.”

“Ah, right, right…”

It was kinda funny to see how Wonwoo got. He was probably shy around you, but still making an effort to talk to you. Although you had no idea how he found you. The campus was huge and you were going back and forth all day. Guess he got lucky.

“You know… we’re having another party at the end of the month.”

“Wow, guess you guys do party a lot.”

“No, not really, but this next one is to celebrate getting past the drop out deadline, meaning you are committing to your classes. Or at least intend to.”

“I see. Well, I’ll think about it.”

You started running into Wonwoo more often. He liked talking to you, and he also checked in with you, asking if you needed help with anything. He was very sweet, especially that time he brought you a smoothie. Besides keeping you company and making you feel less alone, he really did let you know about all the best places around campus. You knew where to go when you really needed to focus, and what the best drinks on campus were. To you he was like your unofficial mentor, making it easier for you to adjust to uni life. Of course you didn’t always have time for him, but he did his best to be around.

“Hey, y/n!”

You heard Wonwoo shout for you, finding him in the crowd and waving over to him. Before you could get to him you noticed someone else grab him and try to drag him off. You could see a little altercation going on, but couldn’t make anything out. In the end they dragged Wonwoo off and you were left a bit confused. You figured he had something important he had neglected. You didn’t think too much about it until you were approached by someone else.

“You’re y/n, right?”

“Uh… why?”

“Keep away from Wonwoo.”

“What? Who are you to-”

“You’re a distraction for him and he needs to focus on his studies.”

“I don’t understand. Doesn’t he balance-”

“He has responsibilities, and you’re just getting in his way. For both your sakes, I suggest you avoid him.”

“But-”

“We’re not gonna let some freshmen mess him up, got it?”

“I… I’m sorry… I didn’t know…”

“Just stay away from him.”

“Okay…”

You really couldn’t understand why things had gotten so serious, but you tried to make sense of it. After all, Wonwoo was part of a fraternity, those people tended to take the brotherhood seriously, and look out for one another. Not to mention they had all kinds of codes and rules among themselves. You didn’t see Wonwoo for a while after that incident, but soon enough you ran into him again. The first thing that came to mind was his tall friend cornering you and telling you to stay away. Despite seeing Wonwoo, and probably making eye contact, you ducked your head down and tried to get lost in the crowd. That didn’t work though as Wonwoo chased you down and grabbed your arm.

“Hey, I was calling you.”

“I have to get to my next class…”

“You have a free period right now.”

“Look, I don’t wanna cause trouble or be a burden to you, so can you please let go.”

“A burden? Who said that?”

“I appreciate you looking out for me, but I can take care of myself.”

Those words seemed to piss him off as his grip on your arm got tighter. You whimpered and asked him to let you go, but he did no such thing.

“Who told you all this?”

“Wonwoo-”

“Who? Did one of my brothers say something to you?”

“No one said-”

“Don’t lie to me. Who?”

“I don’t know… he was tall… and told me to stop being a distraction…”

“They are unbelievable.” Wonwoo hissed. “Come on.”

“Huh? Wait, Wonwoo, where are you taking me?”

He didn’t answer you, instead pulling you along. By now the crowd had basically disappeared, and no one cared to get involved with the scene. That is until a few other boys came by and pulled Wonwoo away. You expected there to be some arguing, but instead Wonwoo threw a punch. You stumbled back a few steps as the group of boys began to grab Wonwoo and basically try to restrain him. One told you to leave, but you were kinda frozen in place from the shock.

“I told you to leave!”

The guy shoved you with enough force to knock you down. It was so unexpected you ended up scrapping your hands, drawing a bit of blood. You whimpered, taking a look at your injury when you heard a growl. Your vision snapped over to see Wonwoo fighting against his friends, his eyes locked on you. For a moment you swear his eyes changed, but next thing you knew someone was in your field of vision and helping you up. They took hold of your arm and pulled you away from the scene. You tried to look back, still wondering what it was you had seen, but you couldn’t see Wonwoo clearly anymore.

The person who took you away from the scene brought you over to one of the gender neutral bathrooms on campus. Without saying anything he began to attend to your cuts, cleaning them up and getting the first aid kit to properly wrap them. They weren’t harsh, which you were grateful for, although they didn’t seem that friendly either. This wasn’t the guy who had come to see you before and told you to stay away from Wonwoo. Still, the silence was awkward and you had to at least thank him. It seemed like he was reading your mind as he spoke before you got the chance.

“I don’t need a thank you, but you were told to avoid him.”

“I… I tried… but he-”

“We know. We’ll keep a better eye on him.”

“Okay… can I at least know your name?”

“Jeonghan.”

“And all you guys are from Sigma, right?”

“Yes.”

“So-”

“Enough. Make sure to check on the wound so it doesn’t get infected.”

With that said Jeonghan left the restroom. You hung around for a moment, collecting your thoughts. It seemed they would keep their word as you didn’t see Wonwoo for weeks. You figured they finally got it through his head that it was a bad idea to hang around a freshman. It did suck as it felt like losing a friend, but you had also been using him as an excuse not to socialize. One friend was enough, or at least you told yourself, but it would be better to have friends your own age who are going through similar things as you.

You got into your own rhythm with school work and social activities. Before you knew it midterms had arrived. Of course your roommate had mentioned some parties, some hosted by Sigma, but you skipped out on them. The alcohol and loud music and possible drugs and one night stand objectives wasn’t really you. Besides, you’d be more likely to run into Wonwoo if you went out partying. You didn’t think you were missing anything. Most nights you’d head over to the library for some studying. It was always quiet once the sun went down, that is unless you walked by a party.

“Y/n.”

You didn’t even stop to look, just picking up the pace but you heard footsteps right behind you, and soon enough a hand grabbed your arm and turned you around.

“Don’t walk away from me.”

“Please leave me alone.”

“Look, I need to apologize.”

“Apologize?”

“My brothers crossed the line with threats, and shouldn’t have involved themselves.”

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been gone for days now… I mean I don’t know your schedule or anything, but you’ve been okay, right?”

“Yeah… I’m fine.”

“Then we can part ways.”

“What?”

“You really helped me adjust to campus life, but your brothers are clearly worried about you, and I don’t want to get in the way of anything.”

“You’re not. I-”

“Your brothers don’t want us to socialize, and I’m gonna respect that.”

“Fuck them.”

“What?”

“They don’t know anything! I’m not just gonna leave you alone cause they said so. I want to get to know you and be your friend, your closest confidant, and they’re not-”

“Wonwoo, do you hear yourself? What is going on with you!? Cause you’re not the person I met.”

“I’m fine, we’re fine, so can we just move past this and-”

“No!”

You tried to get yourself free from Wonwoo, but his grip was firm. As you struggled his hold only got tighter, and it started to hurt.

“Wonwoo… let go… you’re hurting me…”

“I’m not gonna let them get in between us again.”

“Wonwoo, what are you talking about? It’s my decision-”

“It’s not! They’ve said stupid shit and you believe them.”

“It doesn’t matter if I do, I don’t want to be around you.”

“You… you don’t mean that…”

“Wonwoo, please let go. Maybe we can talk later or-”

“No, there is no later. When they realize I snuck out and-”

“You snuck out? See, your brothers are worried about you.”

“They don’t care, they’re just getting in the way.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Us. You’re coming with me.”

“Wonwoo, I’m not going anywhere with-”

“I’m not asking.”

Now you were panicking and really trying to free yourself, but Wonwoo wouldn’t budge. He began to drag you along with him, but you fought him. Although when you started screaming he pulled you close. You could barely register what was happening until he had your back pressed against his chest, and he was forcing your mouth open while he poured some liquid down your throat. You tried not to swallow, but you soon began to feel dizzy, your vision starting to go dark.

“… wonwoo…”

🖤

As you began to regain consciousness the first thing you felt was cold. You opened your eyes to darkness, and even once you adjusted to the light there wasn’t much to see. You apparead to be in some kind of concrete room, like a basement. You were sitting on a mattress and then you realized the chain around your ankle. Panic started to build up and you tried to get the restraint off, but it was no use. You couldn’t do much else but scream for help, hoping someone would hear you. The only way out was the door, but you soon realized you couldn’t get anywhere near it. You were about to scream again when you heard voices.

They were approaching fast, and it seemed to be some kind of commotion. You quickly backed up, tripping over the chain and collapsing onto the mattress. When the door opened you were momentarily blinded by the light. Although once you could see again the scene before you didn’t make much sense. A group of boys threw Wonwoo into the room, yelling at him to get his head on straight and calm down. In response Wonwoo growled back, making an attempt to escape, only to get thrown back in. You locked eyes with him, seeing them glow in a strange way which struck fear into you. That’s when everyone else became aware of your presence but it was far too late.

Wonwoo scrambled over to you, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling your neck. You went still, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. Your eyes were wide with fear and the others had come into the room, all of them in disbelief as well. They tried to get Wonwoo to let you go, only for him to snap back at them and bite one of them. You saw blood spill on the floor, trying to cower away but then Wonwoo pulled you close again, this time getting behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He had your back pressed against his chest, nuzzling the crook of your neck once more as he breathed in your scent.

“Wonwoo, let her go!”

“How the fuck did she get in here?” One asked. “When?”

“Wonwoo!”

“She’s my mate.” Wonwoo growled. “She can’t leave!”

“He’s in a fucken rut right now, he’s not thinking straight.”

“I told you guys we shouldn’t have let him out!”

“Then what were we supposed to do with him?”

“Someone go get Seungcheol and Jeonghan.”

“What’s going on…” You mumbled. “I… I don’t…”

“Y/n, right? Everything’s going to be okay.”

One of the boys tried to get close, only for Wonwoo to growl and his hold over you to get tighter. You could feel something digging into your arms, looking down to see Wonwoo had claws and they were digging into your skin.

“Let go!” You cried. “Please, please, Wonwoo…”

“It’s okay.” He whined. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

“You’re hurting me…”

“I’m sorry… I don’t mean to…”

“Please, just let go.”

“But then you’ll try to leave.”

“I won’t run away, I promise.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Wonwoo let out a whine, pressing soft kisses onto your shoulder, then you felt the pain. You screamed as he dug his teeth into your flesh, feeling the blood run down your arm. The guys really started to panic then, yelling at Wonwoo to stop and desperately trying to get you away from him. One of them broke the chain that was around your ankle, and the managed to get you out of Wonwoo’s grasp. They pinned him to the ground, a handful of them using their own weight to keep him still. By then your vision had gotten blurry and you could barely stand on your own. You collapsed to the floor, the world spinning around you. Your breaths were heavy and labored as you tried to calm yourself down.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, what do we do?”

“The fuck happened!?”

“Don’t yell at us, Seungcheol! Yell at Wonwoo!”

“You were also supposed to watch him.”

You could barely make out the gentleman in your field of view. He was trying to talk to you but his voice sounded so far away from you. His hand hovered over your bite mark, looking it over.

“Is the bite gonna take?”

“I’m not sure. Wonwoo, what the fuck!?”

Seungcheol and the others looked back at Wonwoo. He had stopped struggling but was merely watching everything. Once he realized all eyes were on him he smiled, showing his bloody teeth proudly.

“Mine.”

#seventeen #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #s.coups #jeonghan #joshua #jun #hoshi #woozi #dk #mingyu #the8 #seungkwan #vernon #dino #svt #seventeen au #svt au #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #request

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So I was thinking abt Yuri’s theory abt pacts and most humans being allergic to demonic particles causing them to die. If his speculation is correct then doesn’t that mean people planning on making pacts could try using immunotherapy?

Sooo just imagine. A few months pass and there’s still no hint of her curse being cured. MC doesn’t want to jump the gun but she wants to have a back up plan of her own instead of just trusting the institute to cure her curse, so she starts considering making a pact. She doesn’t wanna risk just happening to be one of the few that aren’t allergic to demonic particles (it’s not like her lucks all that great after all) so she seeks a ghoul who has a blood type that is compatible with hers (or she just has AB+ blood so she can accept any blood) and is just trying to not seem suspicious as she awkwardly asks if they’ll let her take their blood samples for months until the last week (or earlier depending on wether she even knows how to find a demon to make a pact with) before her year limit is up so she can build resistance. Whether she tells them her true or intentions or not tho may depend on the person.

Like I can just imagine that she’s type O (O- if you wanna give her less options) so she’s forced to ask Tohma, Ren, or Taiga who also have type O blood.

Or having to ask Leo or Romeo for whatever reason and you can only convince them by:

A) Giving them a reason they’d believe and care enough about

B) Telling the truth

C) Doing their bidding

D) A combination of C and another one

It also makes me wonder how Yuri would respond. I’m guessing he would know why without having to question you for long since he is the one that told you about his hypothesis. Now whether he would initially refuses cuz he knows he can find a cure or he agrees right away to prove his conjecture is the question.

Sorry for rambling I know this is long 😭

I think it’s a pretty cool idea though, thx for reading it!

PLEASE I LOVE LONG ASKS LIKE THESE, KEEP SHARING IDEAS WITH ME!!!!!

That's actually such a good theory, too! I honestly think MC could be honest with almost all the ghouls, except Kaito and Luca. They would most definitely be 100% against the idea of her making a pact. Maybe Alan and Haru too, since they have a protective streak on them that would probably make them very against the idea. So maybe she would have to hide her intentions from these guys. But the rest could pretty much be aware of her goal. Some would be more resistant, but then they could just shrug and think "ah whatever it's worth a shot ig 🤷"

It would still force her into a bind, though 💀 it's not like Leo or Romeo would just accept it without getting something from it. But I don't think they would be against her using their blood like that. They would call her crazy for sure, but they would hardly stop her. It's not like they care about the poor girl all that much 😭

I think Yuri would be very conflicted. In one hand, he is adamant that he can cure the curse. But in the other, this would be the perfect way to prove his theory. He doesn't seem like a person who creates a plan B for any of his scientific endeavors, but maybe because it plays into something very important to him, he could accept it.

Although I wonder if he ever tried using his own blood to search for the specific antibodies in order to check whether or not his theory is valid.

Oh, but he would definitely need demon antigens to see which antibodies latch on them, and getting that must be very hard (I don't think Darkwick has a demon sample at all). yeah nevermind, immunotherapy for a probable allergy is the only option 💀

I wonder what types of adverse effects she would have to face though! Like, since she'd be building immunity, her body would be working overtime to fend off those antigens. How would that appear in her body? Would she get high fevers, vomiting, weakness, and other cold-like symptoms, like when we take a flu vaccine?

The thing is, she would need to start the therapy right away, so she can have at least those last 10 months of intense treatment. The mermaid guy did it for only a few weeks I think and it went horribly wrong 💀

But all in all, that's such a good theory! I love how they're pushing a medical pov through Yuri! It kinda gives me war flashbacks because I immediately think of work but that's okay dkjdsjdjd

#ask #tokyo debunker

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nametakensff · 6 months

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Come Here (S/teddie)

Decided to go off of this idea here and cooked up 3.4k of S/teve and E/ddie fucking 💕

E/ddie decides to tease S/teve with some quick inducing one hot summer day

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Content:

M/M, established relationship, both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, E/ddie gets off to his own sneezing, manually induced sneezing, mentions of allergy sneezing, mentions of handjobs, dry humping, blowjobs, masturbation, spray, a little tiny mention of mess, sneezing on someone's face, teasing, nose rubbing, nose blowing, some tiiiny sprinkles of foot fetish stuff (my bad), they are both very sweaty lol

CW: nothing especially? E/ddie is playing with S/teve but they're both completely into it, S/teve is very handsy

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NSFW, minors please DNI!

“Stevieee.”

Lying on Eddie’s bed in a spread-eagle position, Steve was pulled out of the depths of his semi-conscious afternoon doze by the insistent neediness of his boyfriend’s voice.

“Yeah?” He called out, rubbing his eyes groggily with the heels of his palms.

“C’mere.”

Steve sighed. Moving was the last thing he wanted to do. They were in peak summertime heat, and the Munson trailer had very little in the way of functional air conditioning. It was fine if he was permitted to lie around like a spoilt house cat, but Eddie was energetic today. Granted, he was always energetic – but this was a lot even for him, given the veritable furnace-like atmosphere they were sweltering in. He’d only been able to snag this little nap because Eddie had been so preoccupied with some fantasy novel or other, eyes flying over the words in the thick tome without pause. Not much interested in books and even less interested in watching somebody else read one, Steve had slunk away to sweat a man-shaped puddle onto Eddie’s sheets.

“Baaaby boy. I said come heeere.”

Steve’s eyes snapped open again, and he realised he had already started to dose off in those 10 seconds or so of sleepy contemplation. He knew Eddie wouldn’t stop, so with no small amount of effort he pulled himself to his feet and staggered in the direction of the living room.

He looked at Eddie through bleary eyes, an apathetic expression plastered to his face in sharp contrast with the beatific grin his boyfriend wore. They were both shirtless, dressed only in boxers. It was way too fucking hot for much more, and Eddie had only been persuaded to keep his underwear on after Steve insisted on it. He didn’t think Wayne would appreciate a great big ass-shaped sweat stain on his sofa, and Eddie had had to agree, if not reluctantly.

“What is it, Eds?” He mumbled, making his way over to sit on the couch next to the older man. Eddie promptly stopped him with a hand to the chest.

“Nope. No sitting for you.” Eddie smiled up at him.

Steve blinked, taking in the mischievous twinkle in those big brown eyes, and the electricity sparked by their mutual gaze woke him up the rest of the way faster than a shot of espresso. Oh. So it was like that. The boner he’d sustained in his sleep, though it had been flagging in the miserable heat, gave an interested little twitch. He smiled back as Eddie started to play absently with his chest hair, waiting to hear what he had in mind.

“How about you kneel for me, huh? Right here.”

Eddie gestured at the space on the floor between his spread legs. And sure. Steve could do that. He dropped to his knees, maintaining eye contact with his boyfriend as he did so. Eddie’s smile widened, all teeth and eyes crinkled at the corners, evidently very pleased with how easily Steve was willing to play along. He swung one arm over the back of the sofa; Steve watched the slight rippling of lean muscle as he moved.

“Great job, big boy.” Eddie praised him in a lilted, singsong like manner. Steve smirked.

“Thank you. I studied really hard for all my obedience classes.”

Eddie’s smile widened as he reached behind a couch cushion.

“Could have fooled me, Harrington. Always talking back, always sassing me.”

“Just following your example, I guess.” Steve shrugged, a little distracted from the verbal back-and-forth as he focused in on Eddie’s right hand – and more importantly, what he clutched between his forefinger and thumb. He opened his mouth to enquire, but Eddie was quick to interrupt him.

“Shhh, Steve.”

He didn’t offer any explanation, and Steve’s eyebrow raised in scepticism. It was only when Eddie began to move his right hand up to his face, and Steve recognised the small item in his grip, that he found himself genuinely wordless with anticipation. The small clothing tag had become a regular and happy edition to their sex life now that they had become comfortable enough to indulge in their mutual fetish. He had to admit there had been a little more reluctance on his part, but not for lack of desire; he often felt like his body was too tiny and mortal to contain the levels of excitement he experienced being around Eddie on a daily basis, let alone when he was sneezing for his – their – pleasure.

His sweaty cheeks were already flushed by the heat, but they darkened a little all the same. His mouth suddenly felt dry, his stomach full of butterflies. More importantly, his genitals were making themselves very well known, pitching a solid tent in his boxers in seconds. Eddie was looking at him through heavy lidded eyes with an almost predatory expression of hunger. Steve could relate; he loved when Eddie was equally as responsive and pliant for him. Still didn’t stop him from feeling just a little embarrassed at his own uncontrollable eagerness, though.

Eddie flashed him one last grin before slipping the little tag into his right nostril and beginning to tease. He was so sensitive, Steve thought with immense appreciation. The rim of the metalhead’s nostril twitched even before the tool was inserted, as if in lusty preparation for the tickle to come. As Eddie probed himself, both nostrils began to flare in earnest. He was a pro at this, and Steve knew it would only be a matter of seconds before the first sneeze would come trembling out of him. His allergies had been behaving today, likely because they had been sweltering inside with every window firmly shut. It didn’t mean they were completely under control, and they’d both ushered in the morning with gentle, rolling orgasms, courtesy of Eddie’s morning sneezes and both of their hands. By the cringing expression that was beginning to crumple his features as Steve looked up at him through unblinking eyes, his sinuses were as easily irritable as ever.

One final, shuddering inhale later and the metalhead was pitching forward with a ticklish little fit.

“Hh-HH! HDdt’TSsieww!! Ehdt’TChieww!! Hah’ESHH’ieww!! ‘TShhieww!! EhH’NGXtshh!!”

Steve couldn’t help it as he let out a closed-mouth moan, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. Eddie had purposely leaned forward more than the natural propulsion of his fit, and so Steve had felt every droplet of the fine aerosol each sneeze pushed out of his boyfriend. He had tilted his head back ever so slightly, letting the sneezes mist his neck and chest. The cool kiss of spray felt even better than usual on his heated skin, and he shivered, breaking out all over in a pleasurable rush of goosebumps.

“Bless you,” He sighed. He wanted to reach out and grab for Eddie, but his boyfriend didn’t even so much as acknowledge that he had spoken to him, slipping the tool right back into his waiting nostril. Steve placed his restless hands on his own thighs, digging his fingernails into the muscular flesh just shy of breaking the skin.

Eddie tickled himself, gasping intermittently as Steve watched him in a dreamy haze, feeling like his bones had been replaced with jelly. He normally only felt this loose post-orgasm, but the combination of sweltering heat, his recent unconsciousness and the unexpectedness of this game left him loopy and soft.

Steve barely had to wait before the next round of sneezes was raining down upon him, the last few so unbearably tickly his boyfriend’s left leg jerked off the ground as they overpowered him.

“hh’NgXt’shieww! HAH’ENGXtch’tsieww!! IGSH’ieww!! Huh’IgKkShieww!! ESHhh’ieww! ‘DDZz’SHieww!!...Ahh, holy fuck, that felt good…”

Eddie sighed, looking about as wiped out as Steve felt. The younger man was happy to see that the metalhead was sporting an impressive erection, pressing up against his boxers and leaking a little through the fabric. His own cock jumped in response, and he swallowed down a sudden deluge of saliva as he drooled at the sight like a fucking dog.

“Fucking bless you, Eddie!” He moaned, fingers flexing as he continued to kneel in front of his sniffling boyfriend.

Eddie didn’t respond this time either, just rubbed at his tickly nose with the palm of his left hand, mashing it around roughly for a couple of moments. The wet clicking sounds the action produced made Steve throb again. He could feel the head of his cock dripping, now.

He jumped at the sudden feeling of Eddie’s heel pressing into his crotch, groaning in equal measures surprise and arousal. It was only for a fleeting moment, a cruel little nudge before Eddie placed his foot back on the ground, thighs spread even wider. Steve tried not to think too hard about how good the pressure had felt, about how much he would have liked to grip Eddie’s ankle and rut back against him. The older man laughed softly at the look of Steve’s wide-eyed incredulity, but then simply returned the tag to his nostril again, barely a pause as he worked on his next fit.

Steve wouldn’t take that shit sitting – or kneeling – down. He pressed forward, torso up against the couch cushions between Eddie’s legs, and gripped each pale thigh firmly before yanking Eddie slightly towards him. Eddie didn’t stop him; he continued to tease himself until his chest swelled with a definitive breath, forced out of him moments later with another attack of spraying, tickly sneezes.

“Hit’TSCH’hieww!! HdT’TScchieww!! EhD’TSchhiew!! ISHhh’ieww!! Hh-! Hah’ISCHHtt!!”

Steve’s eyes closed reflexively, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as those sneezes caught him squarely in the face. He sighed, shuddering slightly with adrenaline. This always felt so, so good. He was moments away from shamelessly fucking the couch where his cock pressed up against the worn cushion.

“Bless you, baby.”

Eddie sighed, a distinctly orgasmic and dramatic sigh, sinking back into the couch and luxuriating in the sensation of his own sneezes. Steve liked to sneeze, couldn’t really help the little fetish-fueled rush it gave him, but he wasn’t one to get off to the sensation itself. That Eddie did, admitted to him that sneezing alone, not even someone else’s, could make him cum – it just about made Steve’s head explode every time he thought about it.

“Thank you, Stevie.”

Steve peered up at his face, took in the way Eddie was watching him from under his dark eyelashes. Eddie was addressing him directly now, acknowledging his blessing. He reached for the metalhead’s cock, figuring if he still wasn’t allowed to touch, his boyfriend would be sure to let him know. And, yeah – immediately his searching hand was being redirected, placed right back on Eddie’s thigh. Steve bit the inside of his cheek and swallowed a low whine, feeling as though he was losing his mind just a little bit – even more so as Eddie reached up to tease his nostril again, barely skimming the rim before another set of irritated sneezes burst out of him.

“Hh’EHhTT’TCHieww!! IGSHhh’IEWw!! Hah’EScHh’IEww!!....IISCHhhhhh!”

That lingering, definitive sneeze was so incredibly desperate, so high pitched as it misted over Steve’s face that the resultant shiver of pleasure that rolled down his spine had his hips thrusting involuntarily against the couch. It had been a pretty wet sneeze, too – Steve reached out with a large hand to wipe away the little dribble of saliva that dampened Eddie’s bottom lip. The intimacy of it made both of them moan.

“God bless you. You’re so sneezy, honey. So hot.”

He was getting bolder, incrementally, with every time that they fucked, but Steve couldn’t help cringing just a little at the sound of those words leaving his mouth – even if the giddy rush of arousal they produced was intoxicating. He could handle the embarrassment, however, as long as his words continued to have the effect on Eddie they had evidently just done. His boyfriend almost whimpered, squirming in his seat, cock rock-hard and begging to be touched. Steve was dying. He wanted his hands on Eddie more than he’d ever wanted anyone else’s hands on him – and he always wanted hands on him.

“Mm, thank you. Tickles so much.”

Steve swore and reached for Eddie’s cock, groaning like a petulant toddler when he was once again denied with a quick slap to the wrist. His hands gripped into the flesh of his boyfriend’s thighs, flexing intermittently in restless irritation.

“Eddie,” Steve groaned, voice strained and gravelly.

Eddie said nothing, but as he made to slip the inducing tool right back into his nose, something in Steve snapped. He yanked Eddie forward with a hand behind his knee, causing the older man to yelp in surprise, before manoeuvring the captured leg between his thighs and pressing his straining cock against the older man’s shin. It wasn’t an ideal body part to hump – a soft thigh, an ass, a crotch were all infinitely preferable. Even the sole of Eddie’s foot, the arch of it, pressing up against his cock…but this would have to do. He was pushing his luck as it was.

He started to buck his hips, wishing he was fucking his boyfriend’s ass, imagining the tight clench of muscles around him. Gripping the sweaty skin behind Eddie’s knee was making the angle a little easier, and he found a rhythm faster than he’d expected to.

“Fucking hell, Stevie!” Eddie giggled, pressing his leg up, hard, squashing Steve’s cock and balls between the limb and his own body. Steve gasped – it felt awful and wonderful all at once, and then the pressure was gone and he was pushing himself forward, chasing the contact as if possessed.

“So sensitive.”

Steve huffed at him.

“Shut up. This all your fault, Munson.” He stared up at Eddie. “Look at what you fucking do to me.”

The look that Eddie gave him as he took in the sight of him, the nakedness of his desperation, was so loaded with emotion – burning desire, fondness, awe – that Steve almost swooned with the resultant rush of blood to his already swollen cock.

“Yeah. All my fault...” Eddie muttered, sounding breathless and ruined. Steve wished their chests were pushed together so he could feel the feverish beating of Eddie’s heart, the rapid in and outs of his laboured breathing.

When Eddie raised the tool back up to his nostril, Steve nearly came on the spot. He managed to hold back, gritting his teeth and choking back a strangled ‘fuckkk!’ He wanted to time it just right, bust a nut inside his boxers right as Eddie was showering him with spray. It was going to be an intense orgasm, judging by the way his entire body was beginning to heat up, so, so hot, sweat prickling on his skin as his universe narrowed down to the throbbing in his cock and the sight of his boyfriend’s twitchy pink nostrils.

Eddie’s face crumpled, tongue pressing against his bottom lip as the sneezes built, tickling himself in earnest. His chest jumped with violent hitching breaths, a single tear of irritation beginning to roll down the side of his face. It was so painfully erotic Steve couldn’t catch his breath – the oncoming orgasm leaving him stupid and operating on animalistic impulse alone. He felt his balls drawing up in preparation, felt the coiling pressure in his belly tightening, ready to explode in a euphoric release.

Eddie gasped – a huge, desperate intake of air that sounded almost pained as he pressed the clothing tag as deep into his nostril as he could. He held it there, frozen for an intoxicating moment, the cresting tickle as monumental as Steve’s approaching orgasm. When he did sneeze, they barrelled out of him, an intense rush of both air and sound, overpowering Steve’s senses and ushering his orgasm in so abruptly he yelled with it.

“HUH-!! HHIIISSHHH’IEww!! HahDT’TScHieww!! ENGXT’TSchieww!! IGSSHh!! Hh! HuH’ISSSH’Ieww!! EhH’NGXT’Tschieww!! DDZ’Zshieww-! Heh!! Hahdt’TSSCH’IEWww!!”

Steve came throughout, twitching helplessly, his face a twisted rictus of ecstasy. The sweet, throbbing pleasure of it pulsed through him, cock spitting cum into his underwear, soaked and sticking to the skin of his boyfriend’s leg. He finished cumming in time to tip forward and press his head against Eddie’s thigh, mouth still frozen in an ‘o’ of pleasure, as Eddie sneezed one last time over the expanse of his back. He groaned as the aerosol rained gently across his spine, thoroughly sneezed on and contented in a way only his fetish could make him.

“Ohh fuckkk…” He muttered after a moment, drooling a little onto the soft, pale skin pressed up against his face. Eddie laughed breathily.

“You’re welcome.” He sniffled, the sound of it ominously thick.

Steve gingerly raised his head, feeling almost drunk in the oppressive heat of the room and the closeness of their bodies. Eddie had covered his nose and mouth with a hand, and Steve knew those last few sneezes had been productive.

“Do you need a tissue, baby? Made a mess?”

Eddie nodded, eyes smiling over the protective cradle of his hand.

“Sure.” Another thick sniffle that had Steve’s cock twitching almost painfully with a pitiful, post-orgasm spasm. “But I think you made a bigger one.”

Steve blushed, sighing and pulling himself up on shaky legs. God, that had felt good. He’d practically painted the inside of his underwear, Eddie was right about that. He smiled a goofy, sated smile at Eddie before making his way over to the bedroom. He considered his messy state for a moment, then simply shrugged before removing his underwear and wiping his cock on the clean parts of the fabric. He sighed in over sensitised pleasure; he was still hard and it felt great to stroke himself. He indulged for a few moments longer before flinging his underwear onto the pile of dirty laundry on the floor and returning to the living room, entirely naked and box of tissues in hand.

Eddie was fumbling his left hand over his crotch, pawing lazily at his straining erection as his right hand remained covering his face. Steve’s cock gave an appreciative twitch at the sight of it. He knew in that moment that he wanted his boyfriend to finish in his mouth. He proffered the box to Eddie, waiting for the older man to reach up and take it before he returned to a kneeling position between his legs. As Eddie pulled back his hand, Steve caught sight of the glistening mess underneath for just a moment, and then the metalhead was scrubbing himself clean and indulging in a long, crackling blow. It ended with an awkwardly loud honk that had the pair of them locking eyes and giggling like stupid kids.

When he was done, Eddie simply let himself melt back into the couch.

“That was fun.” He drawled, eyes closed and head tilted back. Steve’s hand crawled up the inside of his thigh. “Did you like that?”

Steve snorted.

“Did I like that? You drained me dry, dude. That felt so fucking good.”

“Yay.” Eddie offered, the corners of his mouth turning up with a smug little smile.

Steve began to pull Eddie’s underwear down, and the older man cooperated by lifting his ass off the couch.

“Not going to slap my hand away this time?” Steve half-heartedly joked, pupils blown wide at the sight of Eddie’s leaking, solid cock. He was salivating in moments, leaning forward and inhaling the scent of him deeply. The press of sweaty pubic hair against his face as he nestled his nose up against the base of his boyfriend’s cock was familiar and intoxicating. Eddie’s breath hitched in anticipation, and Steve knew his arousal was fueled partially by the promise of a blowjob, but even more so out of the suggestible proximity of his pointed nose against his genitals.

“Go to town, honey. I’m not stopping you.”

Steve smiled, kissed his way up the length of Eddie’s cock before pressing his tongue into the slit of his urethra. Eddie uttered a garbled, broken moan, hips bucking uncontrollably and cock head leaking fluid in response.

“You know,” Steve started after licking his palm and wrapping it around Eddie’s sweaty shaft. “Normal people just ask for blowjobs when they want one without the pretence of sneezing all over their boyfriend.” He took the head of Eddie’s cock into his mouth, licking it a couple of times like a melting popsicle before sucking on it, hard.

“Ohh, Stevie…..my way is so much more – ahh! More fun-!” Eddie choked out, fingers reaching out to wrap themselves in Steve’s floppy hair.

Steve couldn’t disagree in the least, replaying the sights and sounds of his boyfriend’s sneezing in his mind as he sucked him down like he was best damn thing he’d ever tasted.

#so much for keeping this around 2k lol #i triiiied!! please take this offering whilst I drag out my longer fics OTL #s/tranger t/hings #nametakenfic #sneeze fic #sneeze fucker #snz fucker #snz kink #sneeze kink #snz fet #snzblr

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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Fallin’ In Heart First - Cole Turner x Country Singer!Reader

A/N: This is pretty much inspire by HEART FIRST by Kelsea Ballerini so definitely check it out!

Summary: Months after their break up Cole is still moping over Sadie, that is until he hears a certain voice

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Fluff! Simp Behaviour!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

“I have just the thing you’re looking for,” Cole says with a small wink, pointing to the customer who was at the stall.

He reaches out to grab just a plain jar of honey before presenting it to the allergy-suffering customer. She raises a brow in confusion as she takes the jar from him “honey?”

“Yep have some every day, in your tea or on your breakfast, it’s made locally using local pollen so it allows your body to get used to the pollen before allergy season kicks in” Cole explains pushing his hands into his jeans pockets.

The customer studies the jar for a moment before shrugging her shoulders “Worth a shot” she admits before passing over some cash for it.

“Used it all my life and it’s saved me,” Cole says with a small wink.

The lady lets out a small snort of laughter as she shakes her head and puts the jar of honey in her bag “Well thank you” she chuckles before turning and walking off to another stall.

Cole watches as she goes, she was pretty cute, almost certainly his type but his heart just wasn’t in it. He watched as she paused at the nearby flower stall and began admiring the cactus. Something that instantly made Cole sigh deeply as he was reminded of her.

“Oh my god that’s like the millionth sigh this morning!” Mattie exclaims loudly, pulling Cole from his thoughts.

“No, it's not” Cole argues turning around to face his younger sister who was reclined back in her chair.

“Uh yeah it is, you do it whenever you look over at the plant stall” Mattie says pointing over to the stall in question.

“No, I don’t” Cole states with a small scoff shaking his head at her.

“Yeah, you do!” Mattie laughs “Aren’t I right Dad?”

“Yeah you are sighing a lot, you can sit down if you’re asthma is acting up coleslaw” his dad offers making Cole roll his eyes.

“It's not his Asthma it's him still wallowing over Sadie,” Mattie says sending Cole a knowing look.

“No, I’m not, I’m over that” Cole argues but even he could hear how unconvincing he sounded.

Mattie burst out laughing shaking her head at him “You do hear yourself right?”

“Mattie leave him alone, he thought Sadie was the one” his dad chastises lightly.

“Yeah just like he thought Bonnie and Laurie and Peggy were the ones” Mattie mutters under her breath.

“Look Coleslaw we’re doing alright here, why don’t you go take a break, explore the rest of the fair?” His dad suggests.

“Dad I’m fine” Cole sighs.

“And that’s a million and one” Mattie smirks.

“Fine, fine I’m going” Cole exclaims holding his hands up in surrender, grabbing his inhaler as he stormed away ignoring his sister’s laughter.

Cole didn’t really know where to go, the annual county fair was always massive. He knew his dad needed a new part for the tractor so maybe he could go get that, or see if the book stand had anything interesting on agriculture.

He was just walking past one of the bar tents when he heard angelic-like singing that had him freezing. Turning in the direction of the singing he ducked into the large bar tent which was full of people enjoying local cider and listening to live music.

Cole gently pushed his way through the crowd so he could see who was on the small stage. His heart skipping a beat when he finally saw the singer. You were absolutely stunning, perched on a stool in a long floral dress, daisies carefully weaved into your hair. You had a warm smile on your face as you expertly strummed your guitar and sang about love.

Cole was completely enamoured and when your gaze met his the rest of the world melted away and it was just you and him in that tent. You sent him a bashful smile, glancing down for a moment before your gaze returned to him.

For the rest of your set your gaze repeatedly met his and Cole couldn’t help but think you were singing directly to him. So when you finally finished and began packing up Cole didn’t hesitate and made his way straight over to you.

“Hey,” he greeted, shoving his hands in his jean pockets nervously.

You glanced up from your guitar case, a smile growing on your face and you rose to your full height “Hey” you echoed.

“I um just wanted to say I really enjoyed your set, you’re voice is beautiful” Cole says smiling nervously over at you.

You nibble your lower lip and look down bashfully “Thank you” you smile looking back up at him.

Cole gives you a small nod of his head as silence fell between the two of you. He didn’t want to leave but he just couldn’t think of anything else to say. He began to turn away when he spotted a sign for a local cider and instantly spun back around to face you.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked suddenly.

You startle slightly at his outburst but a warm smile soon grows on your lips “Yeah that sounds nice”

“Perfect, great,” Cole says with a sigh of relief.

You let out a quiet chuckle as you close your guitar case and pick it up “let's go” you grin.

“Here let me,” Cole says quickly taking the case from you “I promise I won’t drop it”

You let out a loud warm chuckle at that “Don’t worry I trust you…” you say tailing off at the end.

“Cole. I’m Cole, Cole Turner” Cole finishes holding out his free hand.

“Y/N” you smile shaking his hand and Cole could swear he felt sparks fly.

Cole held out his arm signalling for you to go first, smiling, trying and failing to stop himself from doing a little happy dance when your back was turned. You then glanced over your shoulder at him making him quickly recover and flash you a smile.

When you reached the bar Cole ordered two ciders for the both of you and then set down your guitar case. As he did do he noticed all the stickers from different states and cities across the country.

“Are these all the places you’ve toured?” Cole asks as you took a large sip of your cider.

You quickly swallowed and shook your head “No, I’m not much of a traveller far too much of a homebody, my family is just pretty large and spread far and wide so those are just from when I’ve visited them” you explain.

Cole hums nodding his head “I get that, I did a bit of travelling across Europe not too long ago, it was fun but I definitely liked being home and back in my comfort zone”

“Need a holiday from your holiday” you chuckle making Cole laugh.

“Yup exactly that” he smiles “So you don’t travel for your music?” He asks arching a brow.

“No it's just a hobby, I don’t have any real desire to ‘make it’, I just enjoy doing stuff like this and I love my job too much to give it up” you explain.

“What do you do?” Cole asks tilting his head slightly.

“I’m a librarian, so diving into fantasy worlds and romance novels is enough travel for me” You smile bashfully as you take another sip of your cider “What do you do?”

“I’m a farmer, but I have also written a book on the history of agriculture, it was published a few months ago now” Cole answers as he takes a sip of his own cider.

“Wait.” You say holding out your hand “Cole, as in Cole Turner?”

Cole furrows his brows “Yeah….” He says confused.

“I’ve read your book!” You exclaim.

Cole’s eyes widened in surprise “You have!?” He says shaking his head in disbelief, he thought he’d be the only one who’d ever read it.

“Yeah! It came into the library and it looked interesting so I gave it a read and it was really cool! You have a way with words” you explain smiling over at him.

“Thank you” Cole smiles bashfully “but if anyone has a way with words it's you! I mean your songs, god… I’ve never heard someone summarise love and falling in love like you”

“Thank you, not everyone would agree, I’ve been called a hopeless romantic,” you say with a small shrug of your shoulders “Well that's putting it nicely, I’ve been called needy, incessant texter, leading with my heart rather than my head… but I guess I am someone who’d do anything for love”

“I get that,” Cole says with a small nod of his head, making you look back at him with an arched brow “I once travelled halfway around the world after a girl who I went on one date with and didn’t hear back from only to find out she’s a CIA agent and get dragged into her mission to recover a weapon of mass destruction, there were bounty hunters and everything” he rambles looking down at his cider.

Silence fell between the two of you making Cole worry that when he looked back up that he would see a look of horror on your face. But when he did eventually look up he just saw a warm smile on your face.

“You fall in love fast don’t you Cole?” You ask with a smirk, Cole could only nod and swallow nervously “Well I’m glad I’m not the only one” you smile holding your pint out for a toast.

A wide smile broke out on his face as he joined you in your toast. Yeah, he fell in love fast but this time he was sure that he’d met his match, his equal, his soulmate.

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