#these were supposed to be short fills but i definitely got carried away

[blindmagdalena]

Omg could you maybe do “The sun rising over the horizon as they chat through the night” with homelander and maybe venus!reader? A standard reader would be wonderful too though ☺️

ohhh, venus!reader!!! it's been too long since i thought about her! yes, absolutely. 🖤

homelander x reader. dialogue from this list of newly wed prompts. reader is the supe Venus, a Poison Ivy inspired superhero. ❤️🌿 1.3k and 18+ for saucy imagery and some heavy petting, but no outright smut. mostly a sentimental affair.

Intimacy is a strange word. It’s the sort that can be used to describe the closeness of a wide variety of different relationships, be they platonic or romantic. It strikes Homelander that he’s had very, very few relationships that he would classify as truly intimate.

But that’s what this feels like right now. You lay atop him, nothing but skin between your bodies. It isn’t just your shared nakedness that makes this intimate, though.

It’s the tenderness in your eyes as you gaze down at him through heavily lidded eyes, lips curved in a gentle smile. It’s the way you tilt your head at the same time he lifts his hand, knowing he intends to stroke your cheek with his knuckles well before he does it. It’s the way you sigh the warmth of your breath onto his lips.

It wasn’t always like this. There was a time where he couldn’t stand you: at least, that’s what he thought it was. You had a way of putting him off balance, agitating him in ways few people could. There were times when he wanted to throttle you for the ease with which you would brush him off.

It turned his world upside down when he realized you’d been flirting with him the whole time.

“What’re you thinking about?” You ask idly, leaning against his hand. He adjusts his hand to support your cheek in his palm, rubbing his thumb along the rise of your cheek.

“You,” he answers, smiling at how you scrunch your nose.

“What about me?” You press, turning your head to kiss his palm.

He inhales a slow breath through his nose, exhales a little raspberry. “You and me. Where we are, how we got here.”

“Well,” you begin, folding your arms to rest them atop his chest. “It all started this afternoon when I sent you a picture of a blooming Middlemist Red–the rarest flower in the world, I’ll remind you–and you texted back ‘Not The Petals I’m Thinking About Spreading,’ which, inexplicably and against all logic, made me incredibly horny. So, I came home, took off all your clothes and rode you stupid.”

As you speak, a grin slowly spreads across Homelander’s face. “Wow. You got it bad, huh?”

“I married you, didn’t I?” You give back, quirking a brow.

“Ch’yeah, but even so. Sheesh. Embarrassing.” “I’m going to kill you,” you say through a smile, turning to bite his hand. He laughs as you chew ineffectually on it, continuing to stroke your cheek regardless. 

“Yeah? I think this approach is gonna take you awhile,” he muses, watching as you gnaw at the meat of his hand just below his pinky.

Letting his hand go with a soft pleh noise, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “Yeah, I intend it to. At least a solid fifty years. You’ll suffer real slow. That’s why they use spoons instead of knives to torture people, you know. It hurts more when it’s dull,” you say, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Fifty years, huh? That’s it?” He asks, wiping your own spit on your shoulder. “You know we’re probably gonna live a lot longer than that, right?”

“Yeah, well, you never know what the divorce rates will be like in the future. You know what the leading cause of divorce is, right?” You ask, refolding your arms, resting your chin atop them.

“We’re not getting divorced,” he says, unwilling to entertain the thought even playfully.

“The leading cause of divorce is marriage,” you say very seriously anyways.

“You are… so incredibly lame,” he says, voice heavy with the severity of his accusation.

“And yet,” you say, wiggling your ring finger.

He takes your hand and pulls it to his lips, kissing that inconspicuous little gold band. It matches his wider band perfectly. “And yet,” he echoes by way of agreement. “Hard to believe I finally pinned you down.”

“Oooh,” you purr, brows lifting. “Tell me more about how you pinned me down.”

“You’re done for now. Shackled. Legally bound,” he expounds, smoothing his hands down the curves of your body, sinking his grip into the soft swell of your ass. You laugh, moving your hands to kiss his chest just above the beat of his heart.

“Mmm, see, I recall our honeymoon differently. I remember you being the one all tied up,” you say, a wicked glint in your eyes.

True. You surprised him with that one, ensnaring him in a tangle of vines and keeping him like that for hours under the narrative of “breaking him in.” It had worked, rocked his world so hard that the thought alone was enough to send a hungry pang all the way to his core, despite having just thoroughly had you. It isn’t as though he can ever get enough. You’re intoxicating.

He inhales deeply, savoring the rich smell of you. You always have the lingering scent of blossoms and sandalwood on your skin, remnants of your powers woven into every fiber of your being. It gives you a sense of wildness, leaves him feeling as though he’s laying claim to you every time he touches you. 

“I love you,” he says, eyes soft, utterly drunk on the feeling. He watches how easily those three simple words disarm you, draining the slyness from your eyes and replacing it with a tenderness reserved exclusively for him. For as much as the world thinks it knows you, it never will. Not the way he does. Let them go on believing you’re part hero, part villainess, that all your stems are barbed with thorns. He’ll keep the truth of your softness a secret for his hands alone. 

“I love you, too,” you whisper, cupping either side of his face as you close in to kiss him properly, parting his lips with your tongue to taste, to feel, to consume. There is a hunger in you that mirrors his own, each of you taking bites of the other without ever truly growing full or satisfied. 

He realized a long time ago that no amount of you would ever be enough, and that was when he knew he had to make you his forever. The rings on your fingers are just a small token of that. It’s the scars you carve into each other’s hearts that scream the true nature of your love.

Time melts away in the wake of your presence in his. You make him laugh, bringing him the kind of peace he’d only ever dreamed of. There is an ease that comes about when you truly love someone, when you can not only show them your deepest darkness, but your most nonsensical self. He’s never afraid that you will laugh at him. He knows unconditionally that you only ever laugh with him. When he is vulnerable, you bring sobriety. When he is afraid, you don armor.

In the span of a single night, you are his lover, his rival, his spouse, his menace and his dearest friend. The two of you are so wholly consumed by one another, neither of you realize that the night has ended until the dawn comes crawling in through the windows.

“God, what time is it?” You ask, dumbstruck by the encroaching light.

“I don’t care,” Homelander answers unhelpfully, tugging you back down into his arms. “Fuck it, let’s stay in bed all day, sleep through it. I like the night better anyways. No one to bother us,” he says, kissing a line up your throat. “Let’s play hooky.”

You sigh through a smile, carding your fingers through his hair. “You know that I’m supposed to be the bad influence, right?”

“Step up your game, then,” he says, sucking a mark at your neck that threatens to bruise. The way you shiver against his tongue is fucking delicious. “Be worse.”

He inhales sharply at the firm press of your hand slipping between his legs.

“If you insist,” you say, feigning exasperation. He grins broadly.

Who ever said honeymoons had to end?

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander fanfiction #homelander #i might have gotten a little drunk halfway through writing this lmao #these were supposed to be short fills but i definitely got carried away #i love venus!reader!!! thank you!!! #ask and you shall receive #my writing #ivy league

[7ndipity]

Better For You

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: When Yoongi admits to feeling jealous about you spending so much time with Hobi, you end up making a slightly accidental confession.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: +18 Mdni, smut, oral(m. rec), marking, unprotected sex(don’t that pls), Yoongi being a big ol softie

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! As I mentioned yesterday, this was supposed to go up last night, but I got distracted with the ship game and didn’t get to finish editing it. Also, this ended up being waay longer than I intended cause I got carried away again(sorry not sorry?) Idk, they’re in love, your honor

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As you let yourself into your apartment, you stopped short at the sight of an extra, much larger pair of shoes by the door, confusion flickering through your mind for a second before relaxing, a smile creeping across your face as you set your things down, recognizing the shoes as belonging to your boyfriend.

You had given Yoongi a key to your place a few weeks back, deciding it was the easiest solution to his chronically late hours at the studio and his insistence on sleeping next to you most nights.

Now, he could let himself in whenever he got there, and you had quickly become used to his sudden appearances in your apartment, rolling over during the night and finding him sound asleep next to you never failed to bring a tiny smile to your face.

As you wandered through the house in search of him, you started to hear the faint sound of the shower running in the master bathroom, his bag and jacket on the chair by your bed.

While you waited for him to finish up in the shower, you decided to swap out of your town clothes and into something more comfortable, opting for some pajama shorts and one of Yoongi’s tshirts he’d ‘accidentally’ left for you to wear.

As you were pulling the shirt over your head, you heard the bathroom door open behind you, a pair of arms immediately snaking their way around your waist, his scent filling your senses instantly making all the tension in your body vanish as you leaned back into his hold.

“Hi.” Yoongi mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Hey.” You chuckled, turning in his hold to face him. “I didn’t think you’d be here this early, I didn’t keep you waiting, did I?”

“Nah, I went to wash up as soon as I got here, missed you tho.” He mumbled, placing the faintest kiss on your lips, pulling you along in a tired hug as he walked backwards to the bed, settling you on his lap. “Where were you off to today? I thought it was your day off?”

“It is, I just went for lunch with Hobi, and then we ended up doing some shopping as well.” You said, leaning down to connect your lips with his. As you kissed him though, you noticed that his movements suddenly became a bit hesitant, following your lead almost automatically.

Pulling back, you could tell something was on his mind, Yoongi’s gaze avoiding your own as he pressed his lips together, an expression you’d seen enough to know something was definitely bothering him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked gently.

“Nothing, ‘m fine.” He said unconvincingly.

“Yoongs?” You pressed, studying him carefully.

He sighed. “It’s nothing, seriously.”

“It’s clearly not nothing, not if it’s bothering you this much.” You shifted on his lap, looping your arms over his shoulders to rub the back of his neck soothingly. He instinctively leaned into your touch, but said nothing.

“Baby please, talk to me.” You encouraged, using the petname you knew he had a weak spot for.

He fiddled with the hem of your shorts as he thought for a long moment, still not meeting your eyes when he finally spoke.

“You’re always with Hobi.” He mumbled.

You frowned. “I thought you liked me being friends with him?”

“I do, it’s just,” He sighed. “I don’t know, it’s like you’re just always together, and you always seem so happy with him, and I know it’s stupid, but it makes me feel a little…” His voice trailed off.

“Jealous?” You offered.

He nodded, glancing up at you.

“Baby,” You leaned in, kissing over his face as you spoke. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I do like spending time with Hobi, but it’s nothing compared to how much I love being with you.”

“I know, I just get those stupid thoughts sometimes that maybe someone like him would be better for you.” He said, voice growing quieter as he spoke.

“Yoongi,” You said seriously, cupping his face as you spoke. “There is not a single person in this world better suited for me than you, you hear? You don’t have anything to worry about, I love you far too much for anyone else to ever take your place.”

Yoongi’s eyes went wide as they flicked up to meet yours, fully meeting your gaze at last as you realized what you’d said.

Despite having been together as long as you had, neither of you had yet to say those three words out loud.

“You love me?” He asked, looking up at you softly.

You felt your cheeks heat up slightly at your sudden admission, but you nodded, trying to ignore your feelings of self-consciousness. “Of course I do. You're everythi-”

Your words were cut off by Yoongi’s lips crashing against yours, kissing you hard enough to take your breath away.

Your hands flew back to his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, nipping at your bottom lip to elicit a surprised gasp from you and allowing him to delve into your mouth, swirling his tongue around yours before you had to pull back for air. Even then though, his lips never left you, trailing down over your jaw and neck, leaving wet kisses in his wake.

“I love you too.” He breathed, laving over your skin with his tongue before sucking a mark below your ear. “God, I fucking love you so much.”

Your hips twitched forward involuntarily at his ministrations, making you aware of his growing bulge pressing against your core. You rolled your hips again, making him let out a soft grunt against your lips as his grip on your hips tightened and urged you on, the few layers of clothes between you creating just enough friction to make your mind go fuzzy with need.

You knew you could easily make yourself cum from this if you kept going, but you had other plans.

You pulled back, slipping your hand down between your bodies to palm at him over his shorts, making him let out a low growl against your lips, twitching against your hand before you pulled away again, sliding off his lap and settling between his knees.

Glancing up at him for permission, which he gave with a weak nod, you quickly tugged his shorts down enough to let his cock spring free, tip already flushed and dripping precum.

Wasting no time, you wrapped a hand around him tightly, pumping his length as you leaned down to give him a few kitten licks before sinking your mouth down on him, making his eyes roll back.

“Fuck, Y/n.” He groaned loudly, gripping the sheets beneath him tightly as you began to bob your head, setting a pace that quickly had him bucking up into your mouth.

You looked up at him again, watching closely as he lost himself in the feeling of you, the sight making you press your thighs together to try and ease the growing ache between them.

Just as you felt him beginning to tense, nearing his release, his hands suddenly gripped yours, tugging your hair to stop your movements as his dark eyes burned into yours. “I need to be inside you, please.”

Heat flooding your stomach at his words, you nodded, quickly climbing back to your feet.

You tried to straddle him again, but Yoongi flipped you over so he was now hovering over you, grinding his hips into yours teasingly and making you whine as your head fell back against the pillows.

“So pretty, always so pretty for me.” He mumbled, making his way down your front, leaving teasing kisses down your chest and tummy as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, yanking them and your underwear down in the same motion.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your mound, making you shudder at the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over where you needed him most. “And it’s all mine.”

He traced a finger between your folds, making your jolt at the sudden stimulation.

“Always so wet for me.” He smirked, spreading your arousal around as he toyed with your clit.

“Yoongi,” You whispered, feeling increasingly desperate. “Please.”

He only teased you for a moment before climbing back up and settling over you, bracing one hand by your head as he used the other to position himself at your entrance.

“Ready?” He asked in a breathless tone.

You nodded. “Yes, just please!”

In one swift motion, he slid inside you, making you both moan as he stretched you out. Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he paused to let you adjust, staring down at you with absolute adoration.

“I love you.” He breathed, slowly drawing his hips back and thrusting into you, making you cry out.

His words and kisses were soft, but there was an edge of desperation to his movements, thrusting deep and hard, angling his hips to hit that spot that had your back arching off the bed as you repeated his name like a mantra.

“Say it again.” He groaned, struggling to keep his pace as he neared his high.

“Wha-?” You whined, mind hazy with the feeling of his cock dragging against your sensitive walls.

“Say it again, please!” He gasped, the earlier hints of desperation bleeding into his voice and clearing your head just enough to understand, pulling him close so your lips were almost touching.

“I love you.” You whispered.

He pounded into you even harder, making you cry out from the almost overwhelming pleasure as the coil inside you wound tighter and tighter.

Feeling you start to twitch and clench around him, Yoongi quickly slipped a hand down between you to rub frantically at your clit, making your whole body shake as you teetered on the edge.

“Cum for me, please!” He begged.

At his words, the coil snapped, your vision going white as heat coursed through you, spasming in his hold, the only sound able to escape from you a choked whine.

Feeling you cum around him was all he needed to hit his high as well, thrusting messily into you a few more times before burying himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he painted your insides with his release.

Exhausted, he half-collapsed on top of you, catching himself on his elbows before fully falling on top of you.

“Are you okay?” You asked,

“Yeah, ’m fine.” He laughed, trying to catch his breath. “I’m great actually.”

He propped his chin on your chest, smiling up at you tiredly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You grinned, combing your fingers through his hair, feeling your heart twist as you looked at him. You didn’t know what you’d done to deserve him.

You both lay quietly for a bit, basking in the peace of the moment as your breathing returned to normal. After a few minutes, he moved to pull out, but you stopped him, making him glance up at you in question.

“Stay,” You murmured sleepily. “I wanna stay close to you.”

Smiling softly at your half-sleeping state, he nodded. “I’ll stay as close as you want.”

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[j0kers-light]

Joker, but with a virgin reader who barely understands sex stuff cuz they grew up overly sheltered and innocent, so he essentially has to teach them through it and introduce some kinky stuff to them

His Lighthouse: Sweet Girl (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Sweet Girl - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Author’s note:  

Hey hi anon!! I am so sorry it took me an entire week to fill this request! I got carried away and went down a perfectionist spiral trying to envision Joker in this situation. It was difficult to keep him in character but still caring enough for Y/n who is virtually clueless! I hope you enjoy the story!

You can find part two here!!

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You are truly his sweet girl in every definition of the word. 

Joker's sweet little doll he so desperately wants to defile. He greatly admires your innocence and the way you view the world. Joker wants nothing more than to continue sheltering you, but he's at his wit's end holding back his passion.

Everyday his patience wanes and it's only a matter of time before he pounces on his prey. You.

He wants to sink his teeth into your skin and hear you cry out in pleasure with every snap of his hips. He wants to see your brain turn off from an overload of pleasure. It's not a want anymore but a need. He needs to break you.

He can't wait anymore and judging by your coy smiles and teasing touches, he knows you want this too.

Although Joker should've known something was wrong since things between you and him never advanced any further than kissing. You would shy away the minute he grabbed your hips or tried to remove any article of clothing from you.

He should have noticed the telltale signs.

Months of hiding at your place in your pink little bubble, far far away from mean old Gotham City, and all that Joker had to show for as process with you was cuddling or making out.

Nothing more, nothing less. It was frustrating for sure.

Joker knew you were attracted to him; he saw it in the way your eyes widened and lingered on him.

You would bite your lip whenever he purposefully let his shirt ride up or whenever he picked you up to show off his strength. He even came out of the shower dripping wet without a towel once— you tucked tail and ran to your room.

Joker was using every trick in the book to get a reaction from you, however; you stayed demure and kept your hands to yourself. It was maddening!

Even at night when the two of you were preparing for bed, (separately, much to his irritation) he'd pull you close and rock his hips into yours.

"Wanna sleep with meee tonight, baby doll?" You would flush red and wiggle out of his arms before stampering out a million no's and vanish from sight.

Joker hated hearing your door slam close but what could he do? He was running out of options.

There were so many clues in front of him regarding this dilemma but the truth finally came to light one day he had you trapped underneath him on the bed.

No more running. No more excuses. He was claiming you tonight.

He was attacking your neck with kisses and actively grinding his hard on into your pretty shorts. The skimpy things you wore around the house tested his limited sanity! Were you trying to seduce him? Bravo, because you succeeded. And he was supposed to be impervious to your charms and be a gentleman. Screw that.

Your body was a prize to be had and Joker waited long enough to have it.

He had the helm of your shirt balled up to your abdomen when you froze. "W-Wait um Joker. I-I.."

"Shhhh little bunny.. I just wanna see ya."

You didn't like that and tried pushing Joker up and off. How did he get you on the bed in the first place you wondered?

Joker noticed your aversion to his touch and growled in annoyance. Every freaking time he tried to get closer with you; you pushed him away. He had enough. He no longer had any patience to deal with this anymore.

"What's the deal, hmm? You don't li-ke me anymore?"

Your eyes immediately locked with his. "N-No! I like you.. it's just..." You wavered.

"Just whaT? Hmm? Tell me bunny! Open that pretty... little mouth of yours and tell me."

You did the exact opposite. You bit your lip and looked away from Joker. Your selective shyness was rather annoying at this point and Joker let his frustrations be known.

"You're such a cocktease ya know that? Runnin' around in these shorts and things making those little... noises when ya think I don't notice. Yeah, I hear em doll. You're killing me but the second I touch ya, this happens!" Joker gestured at you cowering away from him.

"What are ya, some virgin or something?" He sighed to himself. But then he looked down at you in shock when he heard your soft yes.

Oh. He was a f___king idiot.

You were holding back tears and the second Joker realized his mistake and touched your arm, they burst to the surface.

"Ohhh.. Bunny noo. Look at me." You did and shined your e/c at him. "There she is.. my sweet girl. Why didn't you tell me?"

He lied back on the bed and dragged you with him to recline on his chest. You were perfectly fine cuddling with J. Anything else after that was scary.

He couldn't see your face since it was buried in his shirt so you answered him truthfully.

"I.. I thought you knew.." You mumbled. Joker smacked his lips and started stroking your hair. You left it down today and he loved its wild, untamed state.

He really didn't know and he felt stupid for not realizing it sooner and for making you feel uncomfortable around him. He worked so hard in the beginning to make you not fear him. He didn't exaggerate his words as much, he cut down on his fear tactics around you, virtually everything about himself was altered to gain your trust.

You were a timid little thing, eager to help him hide from the GCPD in exchange for nothing. You cooked, cleaned, kept him company (just not sexually) all with a smile on your face. You were so naïve yet brave, of course Joker fell for you!

You laughed at his silly jokes and that smile of yours was worth losing pieces of himself to appease you. He'd do anything to make you happy.

But Joker wanted more. He wanted to be selfish.

He wanted to corrupt your sweet and innocent demeanor and mold it to his will. He wanted those big doe eyes of yours to cloud over with lust and your full plump lips to stretch around his cock as he choked you with it.

He knew you'd be perfect underneath him; you were already such a sweet thing. A true people pleaser; doing any and everything to make his stay at your place more enjoyable.

What he would really enjoy is your pussy milking his cock for what it's worth.

It's all he thought about these days but you couldn't handle him removing your shirt, how in the world would he train you to be his cum-drunk bunny?

But Joker loved a challenge and you... you were worth the hassle.

"I never wanna scare my bunny away. She's so perfect, and oh so sweet. Too sweet.." He kissed you so softly, it made your head spin.

Joker pulled back before things started to get heavy, "But I realllly wanna taste ya more, Y/n. You trust me?"

You looked down and away until Joker chased after you. "No no nooo. None of that. Don't look away. I can teach you if you want."

"Teach me? But what if... What if I'm not good enough?" You whimpered.

That's what you were worried about? He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This was all in your head.

"Won't know until you try." He sang back. You seemed to understand that much and shifted your weight to straddle Joker more properly. He exhaled through his nose when you unknowingly rocked your hips into his dick.

"Okay. I think I wanna try now. Is that okay? C-Can we try right now, J?"

How could he say no to such a sweet request? You were so embarrassed yet enthusiastic about this, it made him go crazy. He kept his hands behind his head and sighed.

"Depends... How far ya wanna go?" He asked.

"What do you mean? How far with what?"

It took everything in Joker not to groan in frustration. Did your parents not teach you anything about sex? What kind of upbringing did you have to not know anything?

Joker wasn't sure if he could handle teaching you from scratch but everyone had to start somewhere.

"What do ya know about sex, Y/n?"

He watched you squirm and bite your lip. You had to know something to be interested and he would wait to see what he was working with before going further.

"Um.. the doctor at the clinic said it shouldn't h-hurt if my partner um.. p-preps me enough with foreplay. I think that means kissing and cuddling but once she brought out two dolls and started talking about positions I.. she lost me."

Joker was lost too. "Doctor?"

You nodded and wiggled your hips against him. You seriously had to stop doing that..

"I went to get checked after I saw you come out of the shower that day. I got really wet and uncomfortable um, d-down there, and nothing I did made the feeling go away. S-So I panicked and went to the clinic! It was super embarrassing but I think I understand the logistics of it all a little better. Joker? Are you okay?"

You poked his cheek since he looked spaced out and he had every right to be.

Horny. You were horny and didn't know why. Nothing you did made the feeling go away and he remembered back to that night when you trapped yourself in your room.

Just what all did you try? Did you get yourself off? How did you do it?

And then everything clicked. Your lingering eyes, the tiny shorts and flimsy tops. Those f__king thigh high socks... You started wearing them more and more frequently after his little shower stunt. Your body wanted him even if your brain didn't comprehend.

He was gonna have so much fun corrupting you.

In the blink of an eye, Joker had you flat on your back with your arms above your head. You were in shock, it happened so fast.

Joker let out a shaky exhale and looked you over.

"Next time you feel wet, come to me. I'll help.. relieve that pain, mkay? Do you feel wet now?" He asked as he grinded his knee into your sex. You jerked in his hold and winced.

"Um, a little.. that feels funny."

"Describe it to me." Joker purred into your ear. He trailed kisses down your neck to distract you from noticing he was lifting your top up.

Stupid thing wasn't covering anything, it was so thin.

"Ah! I-I feel warm and.. it aches.. but I don't know why. It's almost like there's an itch I need to scratch but I tried that!"

Joker had the brief image of your tiny hands poking and prodding your opening, trying desperately to soothe something only his cock could reach.

"Poor little bunny. Wanna know why it aches mmh?"

He heard you sigh out a yes. By then Joker was kissing your heaving chest and had an idea. Why remove your top the boring way? Nothing about tonight would be normal.

You gasped as Joker tore your top right off your body. Your breasts bounced from the action and Joker groaned seeing them already erect sans a bra. Just the perfect size for him to squeeze and worship. He was drooling already.

He locked eyes with you with a wolfish smile. "Cuz your greedy little pussy wants my cock.

"Y-Your cock?"

Joker groaned and leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth while his hand got well acquainted with the other. It was so soft and tasted even better, but hearing your surprised moans was the topping on the cake.

You didn't know your breasts could feel so good but Joker's tongue swirling around the bud before his teeth bit it gently, was electrifying. It made the unknown feeling return tenfold.

"J-Joker! It's back! I feel weird again.."

Joker let your nipple go with a loud pop and gave the same attention to its twin but not without subtly rocking his hips into yours. Your wail was torturous.

"No! T-That's not it!" You sobbed even though your hips bucked up to meet Joker's. Something about the motion felt right, but it was missing a key element. Then you remembered Joker's comment.

"Can your umm.. cock fix it?"Joker groaned in pain. You would be the death of him. As if hearing you speak about it, his dick throbbed in his pants.

He looked up at your adorable pout and smiled. "Already using such ahh, vulgar language, baby doll. Goood girl. I knew your mouth was dirty."

He kissed down your stomach until he reached the band of your shorts. You braced your weight on your elbows to watch him. How was your mouth dirty? Did you say something bad?

Never mind that, Joker was finally addressing the problem dead on. "Are you gonna fix it, J?"

He looked up at you, a bit out of breath.

"I will bunny, just not yeT. The doc said I gotta prep you, remember? Don't wanna hurt my sweet girl now do I? Gotta hmm.. tr-eat her right.. Can I take these off?"

He asked so nicely, you couldn't say no. Anything to make this weird feeling go away, you'd do it.

You lifted your hips enough for Joker to slide your shorts and panties off in one fell swoop. Of course you didn't see him pocket said panties for safe keeping, but you quickly grew uncomfortable with the way he stared at your private parts.

Did it look weird? What if he didn't like it? You most certainly didn't. Any personal care was done as quickly as possible to avoid any unnecessary glimpses and you never looked at yourself the way Joker was right now.

He had yet to say anything but his unwavering gaze was starting to scare you. Did he have to stare for so long?

You whimpered and tried to cover your sex but Joker merely slapped your hand away. 

"Stop looking at me..." You whined. That finally got Joker to meet your eye. 

"Why not Y/n? Every part of you is sooo pretty. I wanna taste it..."

Before you could question the legitimacy behind his words, Joker licked your pussy with a guttural groan. The vibrations it left felt so good, you didn't realize you grabbed a hold of his hair. Joker didn't mind and quickly forgot about you being a virgin as he ate you out like a man on a mission.

"Soooooo sweet.. an' juicy.." He said in between licks.

Joker tuned out your startled babbles and pleas to savor the unique taste of your pussy. Your juices fell on his tongue like ambrosia and he lapped up every last drop that you steadily produced with gusto.

It was an honor to be the first to taste you and Joker pulled out everything in his bag of tricks to take you to the summit. Your first orgasm. F__k he wanted it all for himself.

He flicked his tongue over your clit and ever so gently slid his middle finger inside your cunt.

"Joker!" You screamed.

He chuckled as he eased it in up to his knuckle but met resistance. "Hush now baby doll. I gotta get ya loosened up to take something muchhh bigger than this..."

Something bigger? Your mind couldn't even fathom the thought. You writhed on his finger in a newfound agony until another sharp pain made you gasp.

Joker shushed you and kissed your clit as another finger slid its way into your tight hole. You were doing so well all things considered. Joker let endless praises fall from his lips in between kissing and sucking on your pussy. You seemed to unknowingly enjoy praise, if the fresh flow of juices from your slit were any indication. Joker twisted his wrist so his two fingers slid in deeper to scissor your hole wider. You were welcoming the foreign invasion but he could feel the restraint still lying dormant within you.

With every pump of his fingers, he made sure to stretch them just a bit deeper and a lot wider to further his goal. After a while, you relaxed around his two fingers and seemed to enjoy the new sensation he introduced to you.

He added a third finger even as you whimpered in protest.

"Shhh, you need thissss." Joker angled his fingers in a come hither motion to stroke your g spot directly. You jerked in shock and clamped down on his fingers.

"R-Right there, J..ahh yessss.."

Joker grinned when you practically melted to his touch. That 'itch' you kept going on about was finally being attended to. This is what you craved all along.

But something was happening. A pressure you never felt before was building and you knew it wasn't good.

"J-J..ok— ahh! I feel.. weird. I think I'm mmhph!! I don't wanna.." You cried out.

Joker saw your thighs twitching and grinned. He wondered when you'd get close. "Let it go Bunny. It's okay."

Joker's deep voice urged you on, where exactly— you were unsure of, but he was more knowledgeable than you here. Even though your brain protested the feeling, since the rising pressure resembled that of using the bathroom, you let your body's natural instinct take control.

"Listen to your body, Princess. She knows what's best."

You nodded at Joker's vague words and let the feeling build more and more. You felt hot all over and dizzy yet Joker would not stop until you crumbled completely under pressure.

He kept your thighs spread open and grinned like a certified madman as he sped up his fingers, pumping into your hole until it audibly gushed out. Almost there..

Something was happening within your body that you couldn't comprehend. Your ears were ringing and tears streamed down your face as a white hot coil snapped just underneath your navel.

You felt like passing out, it was so intense yet you moaned as waves of pleasure washed over you.

And Joker drank everything you gave. He watched you die and come back anew right before his eyes and it was such a sight to behold.

You came back shivering and weak but had enough strength to pose the question. "W-what just h-happened?"

Joker left a lasting kiss on your clit before he crawled up your body. It was flush with a sheen of sweat and desire and he showered every inch of it with affection on his travels.

"Did ya enjoy your first orgasm?" He mumbled on your shoulder. "I sure did."

"O-Orgasm? So... I didn't pee?"

Gosh you were so cute, he wanted to ruin you so bad.  "Mmhm. NoT quite. You came so hard for meeee. And ya taste so good too, see?"

Joker kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, although he laughed when you jerked back in disgust.

"That's not sweet! More like tangy and salty! Eww.. and you like that?" You said while wiping your mouth clean. You were still convinced you relieved yourself, however the texture was more creamier than liquid that told you otherwise.

"I do. Very. Very. Much." To prove his point, he licked his fingers clean of you while you watched in intrigue. It got you thinking..

"Umm, w-what do you taste like J?"

Joker died then and there. You asked him so casually, was he corrupting you too fast? Of course not. You blinked owlishly at Joker waiting for a response. All he could do was chuckle under his breath.

"I'll let ya have a uhh, taste another day Bunny. Right now, f__k, I gotta.. I need to be inside this pussy. Are ya still itchy?"

You blinked twice before nodding your head.

Whatever Joker did just then was amazing but it wasn't enough to quell the unknown feeling between your legs. You still couldn't form the right words to explain the sensation though. Maybe you could ask Joker about it later. Right now, your fears were bubbling up to the surface as he towered over you.

"You'll be gentle right? It won't hurt?"

Joker sighed before kissing you soundly. He then reached a hand down to check your entrance. You were still wet and you moaned into Joker's mouth at the soothing circles he left on your sensitive bud. "Mmm it shouldn't, Bunny."

Joker stopped rubbing your clit so he could remove his shirt and pants. You watched in awe as his body was revealed to you. Sure you saw glimpses of it here and there but fully bare before you now, Joker was stunning.

How did you get so lucky?

"There's no need to be shy, Y/n." Joker cooed at you.

He noticed you were still hesitant and moved your hands to his chest for you. Seeing your hands on him.. it was a step in the right direction. He couldn't wait to see them wrapped around his cock.

Baby steps though. Today was your first time but if he played his cards right.... Why not go big rather than go home?

With Joker's permission, you caressed the hard planes of his chest and abs, wondering what the large indentation in his briefs was. The second your hand brushed against it, Joker hissed and grabbed your wrist.

Your eyes flickered up to his deep jade in awe.

"Easy there, bunny." He shivered. You tilted your head to the side in wonder until Joker let his cock spring out from his underwear. Your face was priceless.

"I take it, it's ya first time seeing one?"

You subconsciously clenched around nothing and nodded listlessly. Joker snorted and decided to let you explore uncharted territory. You know, get a little bit of hands-on training.

"Go on. Touch iT." Joker whispered in your ear as he guided your hands around his dick. He stifled his groans as your timid touch groped his shaft. J was soft yet hard at the same time and you paled at the thought of it in you.

If his fingers almost made you faint, what would this do? It felt powerful and ominous in your hands and oddly hot to the touch. Veins ran up the length of it and when you looked closer, a clear bead of liquid was oozing out the top. For some unknown reason you wanted to lick it up but second guessed yourself at the last minute.

"Is this.. going inside m-me? J, I don't think..."

"Yes it will." You wondered how Joker knew your exact thought, "I'll make it fit and you'll take every.. last.. inch. Under-stand?"

You jerked your head in a nod and it seemed to satisfy Joker since he nodded back. With that out of the way, Joker let you acquaint yourself with his dick until he grew impatient and batted your hands away. Any more stimuli and he would've cum prematurely.

He couldn't finish before the deflowering party got started. But he didn't calculate the way you were driving him nuts.

"Look at me Y/n. That, uhh, ache you have right here." Joker rubbed your womb affectionately before tipping your chin up with his fingers.

You were on your knees before him, patiently waiting for anything he would give.

"Your mind is still unsure but your body... mmmm, your body knows what it wants. Keep listening to your body, mkay? It's gonna be reallllly scary, and I. Won't. Stop. either, but you have to trust me bunny. Trust that I'm doing this to.. make you feel good. I'm going to ruin your pussy and there's nothing you can do about iT."

Your bottom lip trembled in fear but you nodded at Joker. He wouldn't deliberately hurt you.. right?

"O-Okay.. I trust you." Joker's smile was absolutely feral hearing you surrender to him so easily. You'd regret that later.

"That'sss my sweet girl. So! You're all wet and horny and need to be filled? So achy and needy? I'll help ya.."

Out of the blue Joker pushed you down on the bed and you yelped at the sudden shift in the air. "J? What're.."

"ShuT. Up. You deserve someone who will treat ya right. Mmm, should've picked someone else then. Lemme break you Princess, open up for me."

You didn't like where this was going but Joker did say to trust him. It was going to be scary but you had to trust him. Didn't mean you had to like it. You didn't want him breaking anything of yours!

Before you could turn your head away, Joker already grabbed a hold of it.

"Look at me! I said... spread your legs slut."

If Joker didn't see your pussy glistening with cum, he would have dialed things back but surprise surprise, his little virgin liked being dominated. You liked his meaner side even if your brain couldn't wrap itself around the idea. Joker was over the moon discovering your kinks way before you did.

He watched in glee as you parted your thighs for him. Your pretty folds were glistening like the delicate flower it was. Joker repeatedly slapped his dick on your puffy lips and you jumped in shock with each unexpected smack.

Even if you could squirm away, Joker would just drag you back. With one hand keeping your face towards him, he used the other to prod his cock in your slick juices.

You were so wet, he almost slipped inside with no resistance. He let you coat his dick completely and hissed at the warmth beckoning him in.

"Don't... look... away. Here we go. Ahh s__t, oh shhh shh Y/n, I know. I-I know it hurts and that.. Heh, that's just the tip.."

You were a panting mess. It felt like you were being split apart and he barely had the tip inside? This wasn't what you signed up for! "Joker, wait!!"

He muffled your cries with a kiss and bullied his way deeper inside of your tight walls, one agonizing inch at a time. You clawed at his forearm that was holding your face and wept at the sting his cock left behind.

It wasn't supposed to hurt yet it felt good at the same time. You couldn't decide which sensation overpowered the other, but right when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Joker bottomed out inside of you— groaning at your walls gripping him tight as you sobbed uncontrollably around him.

"Ahhh! Please, Joker no more!" You begged. Joker settled in within you, laughing.

"Whaddya mean, Bunny? That's it! Good job for taking me soooo well. You ahh, took it a-all on the first try. Breathe doll. Ya gotta breathe."

Joker groaned as you turned a little blue in the face. His cock was already making you go stupid and he had yet to start thrusting.

He wanted to tease you about it but he wasn't any better as your gummy walls choked the life out of his dick. You felt absolutely sinful wrapped around him. He felt lightheaded from the intense heat your body enveloped him in. 

"How does it f-feel to not be a.. mmm.. virgin anymore?"

"F-Full..." You wheezed out.

"Yeah? What if I ahh, take it away?" Joker pulled out, till nothing but the aching tip remained and you cried out, begging him to come back. "I knew it, such a greedy little slut... but today I'll be generous. Here you go."

He thrust into you sharply, making you arch your back and disrupt the grip he had on your face. "Ohh you like it rough, doll?"

Joker grabbed your hips instead and set his knees into the bed. Each word was drilled into your pussy with a powerful, breathtaking thrust. "Good. To. Know."

You couldn't think straight let alone form words from the assault. All that could escape your lips was Joker's shortened name and pornagraphic moans.

You were tossing your head side to side and drooling up a storm. Joker thought it was the prettiest thing in the world. You were a natural.

"And you thoughT you wouldn't be good enough, HA! You're perfect for meeee.. I should've taken you months ago, f__k." Joker didn't care if he was talking too much, you were proving to be too much for him to handle.

Between your tight pussy suffocating his cock, to your breast bouncing in his face, Joker didn't know where to focus his attention.

That is, until you made the decision for him.

You never followed his instructions. He didn't care how hard it was to focus, he wanted to see the moment your brain shut down and floated away. How could he do that if you closed your eyes?

Joker growled and picked up the pace but not before squeezing your throat. "What.. did I tell you? Don't. Look. Away."

He wasn't expecting you to let out an airy giggle in response. You would be his undoing. Smiling as he choked you? It was like you were made for him.

Joker groaned and lost himself, giving it his all to make you feel good. This was your first time after all. He would stop at nothing to make it perfect.

You weren't complaining as you struggled to breathe in between the brutal pace Joker set and with his hand wrapped tightly around your throat.

A while ago, the initial pain of his cock entering your hole morphed into mind numbing pleasure. Now you understood the hype behind sex. Why did your parents and other adults growing up censor this from you?

It was indescribable the way Joker made you feel. You were in fact seeing stars with each cant of his hips. Had you known sex could feel this good sooner, you couldn't even wrap your head around the possibilities your teenage self could have created.

"nny? Bunny? Come back to meeeee. There ya are! Heh, thought I squeezed too tight."

You blinked back the fog to notice Joker had come to a stop inside of you and was doting on you with a slight look of concern in his eyes. It was gone by the time you cleared your throat.

He let go of it during your brief stint in headspace when he saw your eyes roll back.

There was a fine line between breath play and choking. Joker wasn't about to go too far, especially since this was your first time.

He wanted this to be memorable, not kill you. So against his wishes, he stopped to check on you when you became unresponsive.

You were breathing normally again (albeit your eyes were still glazed over) but he proposed a new idea anyway. "Wanna try a different position?"

You stretched your arms out for Joker to grab onto with a meek nod. He chuckled at your innocence on full display.

His sweet girl was a pillow Princess through and through.

Too bad he wanted to corrupt that and everything else about you. You would be a ravenous minx by the end of his teachings, that much he was certain of.

Joker sighed as he left your warmth and drummed up a good position in his head. There were so many he wanted to try with you but one in particular made him grin deviously.

You caught sight of it and gulped down your fear. "J... please be.."

"Nothing about me is gentle doll. Remember thaT. Now, what's a sweet little thing like you owning a big mirror like this hmmm?"

Joker scooped you up from the bed and slammed you face first into the floor length mirror that you had set up in the room.

He loved seeing your shock reflect through the mirror.

"Do ya use it to touch yourself? Can't blame ya if you do. I'd watch this body too.." He fondled your hips and squeezed your breasts as you shook your head in denial.

You watched yourself in the mirror being manhandled at a loss for words.

"N-No! It's not l-like that!" You cried out when Joker yanked your hair back in his strong grip. All you could do was grip the mirror's frame, less you lose your balance.

Joker had you standing on your tippy toes with your head tilted all the way back in order to stare up into his eyes.

"Open your mouth." He ordered.

You did without hesitation but froze when Joker spat right onto your tongue.

"Ahht ahht, swallow. Now." He growled. He didn't care if it was yucky to you, it asserted his dominance over you and he grinned when you teared up but swallowed on command.

He noticed your legs rubbing against each other and knew subconsciously you loved it. That innocent mind of yours was holding you back however.

"It's always the shy ones." Joker chuckled under his breath. In an instant he used your hair to guide you back onto his dick. Your breath was stolen right from you by the unexpected invasion.

"Oh bunnyyyy, you got tighter." He groaned.

He rammed his cock into you at a bruising pace and yanked your hair whenever you tried to look away. Your only option was to lean forward onto the cool mirror and watch as J pounded into you from behind on its surface.

The sight of your nude body being taken in such a way was embarrassing— all flushed and slack jawed, but Joker was right there behind you, whispering how beautiful you were and how lucky he was to take your v card. 

Whatever that meant.

What you did know was that Joker was thrusting into you harder than ever and that wondrous feeling from before was fast approaching again. You were unsure how Joker managed to fit his length inside of you yet there was a noticeable bulge in your stomach that you couldn't keep your eyes off of.

Joker followed your gaze through the mirror and relocated one of his hands to rub against it during each snap of his hips. And when he pressed down on it? You sang praises to his name.

"You.. really are stuffed.. fuuc—full of me huh, baby doll? G-Gooood, that's good." He smiled into your skin and picked up the pace, like he wasn't already rattling the mirror and artwork against the wall with every rough thrust.

You were swaying on your feet from the pleasure and it grew the moment Joker rubbed erratic circles on your clit.

You couldn't handle the added stimuli and tried moving his hand away because this time it really felt like you were..

Your undoing completely blindsided you; it was so intense. Your legs shook like a newborn's and you almost fell if not for Joker catching you at the last minute. He was in high spirits, cooing in your ear.

"D__n, Y/n! Goood girl, C'mon.. breathe for me Bunny.. yeah. That was.. heh somethin' else wasn't it? Shhh shhhh easy now.." He ignored the wet mirror dripping with your cum to help you down onto the plush rug at your feet.

You were twitching and pushing Joker away but he fought back and flipped you onto your stomach.

Your legs were still dripping wet from squirting, so your pussy accepted Joker back inside no issue.

That didn't mean your brain was so welcoming. "J.. too much, I-I can't!"

He just positioned your hips into a painful looking arch and drilled your pussy like no tomorrow.

"I. Don't. Care. Bunny. Ahh, you... ohh, youuuu got to cum twice now, selfish little whore. N-Now it's my turn and I'm gonna.. use ya.. like the dirty slut we both know ya are!"

He threw his head back as he slammed your hips back to take his dick over and over. The way your skin rippled with each thrust, the echo of wet skin on skin, your pathetic cries floating in the air; Joker loved every detail.

A quick glance to his right gave him the perfect view of your back arching in the mirror and your tear stained face smushed into the rug.

You were taking his cock with a blissed out smile on your face. Joker truly was a lucky man. Your first time and you were already showing signs of being a perfect cock-slut.

What more could he ask for in a partner?

He'd love exposing you to his most kinkiest desires and treating his touch starved Princess to all of the pleasures known to mankind. By the way your weeping pussy was still throwing it back on him and squeezing his dick so tight, physically you were still in the game.

A shame your mind couldn't keep up.

He laughed at the broken pleas spilling from your lips. Your mind was still a virgin but your body never truly was. This body of yours was begging for his cum.

And he would deliver.

Joker choked on a moan as his release creeped up on him. His hips lost their rhythm and became more primal in the desperate need to cum. Joker reached down and grabbed ahold of your hair to twist your face towards him.

"Now this... ohh shi— tt-this is the ahh, most important part Bunny. Good.. gooood girls get rewarded. T-They get cum deeeeep in their greedy little wombs. You.. you want thaT? You want my cum?" He asked.

You didn't understand a single word but nodded aways. "Yes J, please!"

Joker was too close to mock your eagerness. He was spouting nonsense himself; his head was so mushy.

"I'm gunna give it to ya. You've been such a good little bunny. This'll make ya feel sooo much better, so full n' complete. All m-mine.. you'll take it yeah? Won't you, Y/n?"

Joker had more to say but two thrusts later, he erupted in your pussy, painting it white with no end in sight.

Joker's release triggered one last orgasm from you as his hot cum bathed your walls and sent you down a spiral.

You collapsed and Joker's weight kept you pressed to the floor as he continued to rock his hips into you, unable to stop himself. Both of you struggled to catch a breath but Joker regained his senses first and rolled over onto his side, dragging you with him.

Naturally he was the big spoon and showered you with much needed affection.

You were shivering with aftershocks with a faraway expression on your face. He hummed as he softened inside you and waited until he was coherent enough to check on you.

"Y/n?" He brushed a lock of hair off your shoulder. "You uhhh alright?" Joker turned you around and you clung to him instantly.

He rubbed your back and petted your hair, a complete 180 of the dominant man rearranging your guts just moments prior.

"I wasn't too rough, no? If ya didn't li-ke it or.. uhh, we can try again? More gentler—-"

You cut him off with a kiss.

Joker looked down at you in shock. Your beautiful face was wet with tears but your eyes... those sweet e/c shined so brightly at him in adoration. 

"It was p-perfect, J. T-Thank you." You kissed him again and collapsed into his arms when your strength suddenly failed you.

You landed on his chest and left kisses where you could reach. They were weak brushes of your lips, but Joker didn't mind. At least you were okay.

"Mmm, err don't thanK me just yet doll. C'mere." He tipped your head back so the two of you could lock eyes.

"This... was tame compared to what I'll do to ya next time."

Your eyes widened. "N-Next time?"

Joker snickered at your innocent wonder and nodded. Somethings just wouldn't change he guessed.

"Mmhm. There's so much more to learn Y/n.." He tucked a curl of hair behind your ear. You were so pretty in your afterglow, he couldn't even focus on what he was saying.

Joker didn't know how long he was gonna lay low with the authorities but he knew he was staying here with you for a very, very long time.

#ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #black!fem!reader #joker x y/n #joker x reader #reader insert #heath joker #dark knight joker #romance #thanks anon! #thanks for the ask! #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on ao3 #innocent!reader #pink aesthetic #babygirl aesthetic #virgin!reader #J had too much fun corrupting poor Y/n #i had way too much fun with this #his lighthouse

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Hannibal request!! Hannibal and the reader are going to an event (maybe the opera or dinner but definitely something fancy). the reader decided to wear a short dress with no panties and is teasing Hannibal all night and being bratty- then I imagine this going one of two ways, either Hannibal takes them home to punish them or shoves them in a coat closet or something to fuck them and is degrading the reader about being a slut and making everyone hear her moans.):):) okay that’s the requests if you write it thank youu💓💓

EEEEEEE YESSSSS (i hope you don’t mind i snuck a lil bit of Mr. Graham in there 🤭 and also yes they are married hee hee AND also yes i got carried away)

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As soon as you stepped out of the bedroom, Hannibal knew he was in for a long night.

He was taking you out to see Turandot, one of your favorite operas. It was the perfect excuse for both of you to dress up even more than usual, and your gown was one he hadn’t seen you wear before.

Not only did it have a plunging neckline, but a prominent slit on one side too, showing just a little too much of your thigh.

It was a pleasant surprise, sure, but it did worry him some. Especially considering he’d also invited Will to join you two for the show.

“Playing games tonight, are we?” He asked, adjusting the cuff of his shirt.

“Whatever could you mean?” You tilted your head in an attempt to seem innocently confused. “I just thought you’d appreciate having some arm candy this evening.”

You busied yourself by touching up your lipstick in front of the mirror as he looked you over. The fabric clung to you in a way that didn’t leave much to the imagination — all those curves and soft angles he’d memorized over time.

Hannibal didn’t mind showing you off, but he still had a possessive streak he could not deny. He knew well that you loved taking advantage of that by being rebellious, always eager to test just how far you could push him.

He inhaled deeply, immediately scenting that perfume you knew he liked. He also detected a sharp note of adrenaline, which told him you were more thrilled than you let on. He huffed in amusement, shaking his head.

He supposed he could leave it be for the time being, but he would have to be cautious. At the very least, the balcony at the opera house would be dark, should you decide to misbehave.

When you two met up with Will in the reception area, Hannibal did not miss the way his eyes wandered. Or how his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“My, aren’t you a striking pair,” Will said, earning a smile from you. “I feel woefully underdressed now.”

You hummed, returning the favor of drinking him in. "That's never a problem in my eyes."

"I'm sure your husband agrees with that."

Hannibal merely smiled politely, but his jaw was clenched. More eyes strayed in your direction as the two men led you up the stairs and toward your balcony. You basked in the attention, especially because it made Hannibal keep his hand on the small of your back.

Will slid onto his seat first, and before you could even try, Hannibal scurried in after him. He offered his hand to help you sit, pointedly keeping eye contact with you. You offered him your most charming grin, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly.

The lights soon dimmed, and the orchestral notes of the first act subsequently filled the cavernous room. The rising voices of the choir reverberated all the way to your bones, and you let them carry you away for a moment, closing your eyes.

Hannibal eyed the column of your throat as your head slightly tipped back, enraptured by the performance. His gaze dipper lower, seeing that your fingers were splayed over your sternum to feel the thrum beneath.

As the first song came to an end, you clapped uproariously along with the rest of the crowd. For a while after, you simply watched, forgetting all the mischief you had planned. Or so it seemed, at least.

Then, you re-crossed your legs, making a point of leaning just a little closer to him, and the slit of your gown widened. Hannibal couldn't help himself, his fingers ghosting past your knee and trailing upwards. When he couldn't feel the hem of your panties, he realized you weren't wearing any. That earned you a pinch on the hip, hard enough to bruise.

You pretended to be none the wiser -- despite the fact that your slightly upturned lips gave you away -- folding up your opera glasses.

"Excuse me, I have to go to the powder room," you murmured, your fingers lightly tracing the back of his hand.

Before you could get up, he leaned in close, grasping your forearm.

"Try not to get lost," he said, his breath hot in your ear. "Or else I'll have to come find you."

This time, your smile had a lupine quality. "Is that a promise?"

He did not respond, instead releasing you. You felt his burning gaze on you as you left, your heart frantically racing.

It only took him a couple of minutes to keep his word. You could vaguely hear the last song of the first act as he ushered you toward the coat closet.

There, away from prying eyes, he wasted no time, pinning you against the wall among a sea of fur coats.

“You did always like putting on a show, didn’t you?” he said, making you gasp with a particularly hard thrust.

"I think we can both agree I can captivate a-an audience…”

“Oh, and how I wish they could see you now, rightfully claimed.” He smirked, bringing a hand to your neck. “Go on, let them hear you. Isn’t that what you wanted all along?”

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#hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x fem!reader #hannibal fanfiction #minors dni #hannibal smut #will graham fanfiction #self indulgence strikes again bc i loveee Turandot #🌱 anon

[mercuriians]

say what you want

synopsis ☆ you're forced to confront your feelings for aomine when your plans go wrong at a party.

content info — angst to fluff, some hurt/comfort, fem! reader, mutual pining (reader & aomine are both idiots), little bit suggestive at the end. also, as a WARNING, this work contains references to underage drinking so if that makes you uncomfortable then please don't read this.

word count — 3.1k words.

author's note — first full knb fic i've written!! yeahhh i got carried away so oops. wasn't really sure how to end it but i hope it's alright either way. while i was writing this fic i was listening to take a chance with me and lowkey by NIKI, so if you want to feel the vibes of the story then u should listen to those songs, they're amazing i promise. hope u guys enjoy this!!

"you know, ahomine, this entire thing was your fault."

you aim for your words to be sharp, accusatory, and scathing, filled with the type of poison that conveys just how irritated you felt at the moment; they’re intended to withdraw some kind—any kind, actually, since it’s aomine you’re talking to—of guilt or acknowledgement from the boy, or at the very least a sign that yes, he was the one who deserved the blame, and every ounce of it too.

however your objective falls short, and there’s a thought that irritatingly lingers at the back of your unusually sluggish mind: that, really, you weren’t exactly free from fault either. but it isn’t like you want to admit that because even the boy next to you knows the extent of your obstinacy and pride.

it’s a shame, and it’s quite ironic too, that your words are ultimately what betray your integrity. the way they come out breathless, slightly slurred, and definitely nowhere near scathing says more than enough.

earlier, you might have drunk a bit more than you were supposed to.

but to be fair, it was kise's seventeenth birthday. knowing how passionate he became whenever the subject was about parties or having fun or legitimately just having the spotlight on himself, the celebration turned out to be rather wild, to say the least. though when you had all five—technically six—members of the miracle generation gathered in the same area, as well as some of their respective teammates, the pandemonium was likely the only thing you could even anticipate. besides the heavy stench of testosterone of course.

see, your original plan was to spend the night quietly spectating the crowd. you never really liked parties, and you never really liked all the chaos that it brought. what you did like, though, was watching that same chaos unfold before your eyes. you even prepared your childhood friend to be by your side when it all went down, with his fluffy baby blue hair and his innocent, perceptive gaze never straying too far from where number two sat contentedly, playing with a rubber ball.

"how long do you think it'll take before kagami and aomine get into a brawl?" you had mused, hiding your amused grin behind your hand as you watched the two basketball players get into an argument over what the next song would be.

all the while, you hoped that kuroko didn’t see the way your eyes dipped towards the area of skin that aomine’s shirt haphazardly left exposed.

luckily he didn’t seem to notice. either that or—this was more likely—he was kind enough not to comment.

"ten minutes." kuroko had stated bluntly, answering your question. as it turns out, he wasn't far off from the mark.

so, for the first half of the party, your plan worked. you sat by the corner, languidly drinking from your cup of apple juice while you chatted with kuroko about anything that came into your mind. everything was fine, things were going well on your part, and at some point, you even sang along to the cheesy pop music that the speakers blasted.

most of all, you managed to avoid aomine.

but to put it frankly, shit hit the fan the moment the clock hit eleven. a bit surprisingly, the instigator wasn’t aomine, or takao, or even the golden birthday boy himself. no, it was sweet, exuberant momoi.

looking back on it, maybe your surprise was unreasonable. this was the same girl who could make eerily accurate predictions simply based off the statistics she collected from the court, and with you being a basketball player yourself, you knew just how scheming momoi could be when she really wanted to. that, and the fact that she happened to be another one of your childhood friends.

yeah, you probably should have realized that she was plotting something.

yet the realization never dawned on you. not when she offered you three consecutive cups of sake and claimed that “it’s to help you loosen up!”, not when she managed to pull you away from kuroko, not when she proposed the stupidly cliche spin the bottle game, and definitely not when she forced aomine to sit directly across from where you were.

after watching a few hilarious and awkward rounds, it was only inevitable for you to be the one spinning the bottle, and it was only inevitable for the damned thing to land on the one boy you were hoping to skip. and no, not because you hated him, but precisely because you simply couldn’t. it was impossible to not like aomine, even with his laziness, arrogance, perversion, and occasional playboyish tendencies. the truth was that behind every flaw of his, there were just as many positives, whether it was his obstinate loyalty or his unwavering honesty or his genuine respect for those who earned it.

so no one could blame you for the way your breath caught in your throat when aomine held your gaze and when he eventually began to make his way over. “this okay with you?” he asked nonchalantly as if this was a light, casual matter, and as if he didn’t care at all. yet, there was a slight, barely noticeable tightness in his navy gaze. had you not known him for years now, you likely wouldn’t have picked up on that small detail.

but as small as it was, really, it was anything but. and with your heart beating just a bit faster, you knew exactly why.

you nodded your head wordlessly, your lips parting, your eyes meeting his, and your message being spoken and understood through that eye contact alone. aomine leaned in, and you closed your eyes.

his lips were chapped, and his hand felt rough and calloused against your skin, but you felt a trail of fire prickling through your body anyway. quicker than you would have liked to admit, you found yourself falling deeper. you hoped, for a brief, flickering moment, that aomine felt the same. maybe, within his mind, there were thoughts of you.

swirls of past memories, like when you two would play basketball together, sweat dripping down your faces, soaking the fabric of your clothes as you focused on not letting him score; fragments of the future, like what it would be like to attend college together; and wishes for the present moment, like maybe how he wanted you to be his, just as you've wanted him to be yours since the last year of junior high.

you pulled aomine in closer, fingers digging into his collar. the logical part of your mind shrieked, voice raising in volume the longer you pressed your body against his, but you shut the thoughts out.

very, very vaguely, it occurred to you that the alcohol made your heart beat faster, made your spirit burn recklessly in a way that you hadn't known before.

for better or for worse, aomine noticed too.

and the moment you regained all sense of control, you realized that you no longer felt the weight of his body, or the warmth of his lips. bright lights flooded your vision as you opened your eyes. aomine stood a foot or two away, his shirt a bit crumpled from where you had gripped the fabric.

there was a certain kind of look on his face, but the problem was that you were unable to decipher it. this was the first time you couldn't read him.

fear settled into your bones.

had you just ruined everything between the two of you? not just the chances of ever dating him, but your friendship as well? should you have kissed him in the first place? what kind of person did he think you were now?

what had you done wrong, and why did you ever even accept those drinks from satsuki?

suddenly the room was full of too many people, and there were too many sounds and the lights were starting to blind you and damn it you couldn't even hear yourself think. in the heat of panic, you found yourself running, murmuring mindless apologies to whoever you almost crashed into.

you didn't stop until you reached kise's balcony. it was small, barely enough for three people to fit in, but the fact that you were able to taste the crisp june night air was enough.

unfortunately, it turned out that you only had a few minutes to spend alone with your thoughts. before long, the sound of the glass door sliding open disrupted the silence. you closed your eyes, praying to whatever was above that it wasn't the one person you wanted to avoid.

"wow, you really don't want to talk to me, huh?" a gruff, low voice dryly remarked. well, shit.

your eyes flew open. "i—uh, aomine," you cleared your throat hastily, "what did i.. did i say that out loud?"

"sure did," he confirmed. you heard him walking towards you before you saw him slide into the narrow space on your left. cautiously, you snuck a glance; his expression seemed to be unbothered, but knowing what happened ten minutes ago, you wouldn't risk a bet on it.

his eyes met yours. "you've been acting off," he remarked.

you refrained from rolling your eyes, like it wasn't already clear enough. "yeah, well, the sake that satsuki gave me was.. um, expired." you lied, and quite messily too. "made my stomach feel weird."

"she made me check the expiration date before her mom bought it," aomine deadpanned, and for the umpteenth time that night you wished that the floor was kind enough to swallow you whole. "and your stomach seems fine to me."

"well you wouldn't know that," you shot back, somewhat angrily. "and why did—how did satsuki even get her mom to buy alcohol in the first place?"

"her mom was the one who suggested it," aomine shrugged. despite the twinge of surprise that you felt—you weren't exactly sure if an adult was allowed to buy alcohol for seventeen-year-olds—it was quickly washed away and forgotten, overshadowed by the look that the boy suddenly gave you.

"so, are we gonna keep dodging the topic or what?"

your shoulders sagged, your arms crossing over your chest instinctively. "what is there to talk about?" you muttered.

"look, between the two of us, you're definitely the smarter one," aomine stated bluntly. "so quit actin' like you don't know what happened back there, (name)."

a heavy sigh escaped from your lips, frustration welling up within your chest all over again. you found it quite difficult to even breathe at the moment. "i don't want to do this right now," you stated. "so please just leave and we can pretend like—"

"that's the problem right there," aomine interrupts, an unprecedented twinge of emotion filling his voice. it was anger and frustration akin to yours, yes, but there was something else—something that you could reluctantly guess stemmed from a place that he'd kept hidden until now. "you keep avoiding me like i'm the damn plague or something. i didn't even do anything wrong, and if you feel like i did, then i can't do anything about it because you're not telling me shit."

and that right there brings you to the present moment, the buildup to the storm that's about to wreak havoc and tear up the land.

"you know, ahomine, this entire thing was your fault." you hiss, every ounce of your feelings pouring out without abandon. it's messy, it's unorganized, and it's raw; maybe none of it even makes sense, or maybe all of it does. you don't bother trying to wrap your head around it because there's no use in doing so.

for once, you don't think, and you let your words spill out like water from a broken faucet.

"it's your fault because you made me feel this way about you, even though you're one of the laziest, rudest, and most obnoxious people i know, not to mention that you read those perverted magazines. but you're also one of the most loyal and genuine, and i know that you would never lie. not on the court, and not outside of it, either. and that just—a-all of it frustrates and confuses me because we're polar opposites. you say whatever's on your mind, and you don't care about what people think about it. i can't do that."

you take a moment to breathe, to slow down, and to collect your scrambled train of thought. "i think that's why i don't tell you things like this. i'm probably drunk right now, but i think you want someone who's as unafraid as you are, someone who takes charge of the situation instead of being in the background. the only time i can be bold is when i play basketball. because then it's just—"

"just you, the ball, and the person in front of you," aomine finishes. surprisingly, his tone is soft, even understanding, and you look up to meet his gaze. "i know how that feels."

"it's like nothing else matters when you're on the court," you whispers, and the boy next to you nods. "all of it is simple. it's nothing like having to deal with your emotions, and having to understand them."

"you're right about that," aomine agrees. there are a few, shocking beats of silence that ensue, both of you seeming to ponder on your individual thoughts. "but, you know, the way you kissed me back there said a lot."

your face flushes pink. "yeah, i know," you mumble, turning your head away as you rest your arms against the railing. there's an uncomfortable feeling that sinks into you, just being aware that aomine knows how you've felt about him for years. you don't remember ever feeling as exposed as you do now.

"you're a good kisser," he comments somewhat offhandedly. "makes me wonder how it'll feel like to do that again in the future."

you pause.

your mouth drops open. "huh?" you stammer embarrassingly. "you can't joke about this, aomine—"

"look at me," he interrupts, softly but firmly. with hesitation swirling within your mind, you raise your head to meet his sapphire eyes. there's no trace of humor, or scorn, or sarcasm anywhere on his face, however. in fact, the seriousness exuding from his expression feels undeniably out of character.

and yet he's never looked as breathtaking as he does now.

"i hate saying this, but i think satsuki really did succeed this time." seeing the confusion on your face, aomine explains, "i tried pretending like i didn't have feelings for you either, because like you said, it feels weird. i guess ignoring them was more convenient for me, too. but, satsuki being satsuki, i guess she got bored of us being idiots and pulled this entire thing together."

"she's an orchestrator," you mutter, astonished. "wait, so, this means that you like me too—i'm not hallucinating?"

"nope, your ears are working perfectly fine." he states. "i've liked you ever since you broke my ankles and put me on my ass back at teiko."

overcome with surprise and glee—none of this feels real, still—you can't help but snort. "weren't you pissed when i did that? i mean i remember kise drooling over me, and akashi-kun giving me a compliment, but you were definitely upset." fond memories flash within your mind as you remember the sheer embarrassment and anger on a thirteen-year-old aomine's face.

"and i was, believe me," the boy chuckles. "but that was the first time a girl played against me and won. usually, they would just crowd around me and ramble about how hot i was. it was an unexpected change, but it was nice. kind of turned me on, too."

the last part almost causes you to choke on your saliva.

"such a pervert," you accuse him, a tint of pink staining your cheeks. "i don't even wanna know the thoughts that filled your head."

"i was thinking about how great of a girlfriend you'd be," aomine grins, stepping towards you. he reaches out, his hand moving to fix the strands of hair that covered your face. "and how pretty you'd look wearing my jersey."

"we can talk about that later," you swallow, looking up at him through your lashes, the party long forgotten. "right now, all you have to think about is kissing me again."

"that's easy," he retorts, his strong arms circling around your waist protectively. aomine leans down, his eyes slowly sliding shut, and his distinctive scent—cedarwood, smoke, and a hint of sweat—washes over you as his lips slot against yours.

unlike before, the kiss isn't frenzied or desperate; still, it maintains an air of passion, which both of you can clearly feel. his hands are curious, wandering and tracing areas all over your clothed body, almost as if he's trying to imprint them into his memory. they finally rest comfortably on the small of your back, with your own hands perched on his broad shoulders.

sneakily, he bites your lip, prompting a small, sharp whimper. your mouth opens invitingly, and his tongue sneaks in, swirling around your own.

when you pull away a little while later, you find yourself panting. your chest heaves with every breath, and your knees start to feel weak. "and you say i'm the good kisser," you say breathlessly, reaching up to give him one more peck.

"well i wasn't lying, was i?" he raises his brows slightly, making you giggle. "i had to stop myself from going even further."

"nobody said you had to stop," you whisper under your breath, catching him by surprise.

"trust me, i didn't want to," aomine leans down again, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. "but we're both a little drunk right now."

his words bring you a renewed sense of clarity, or at least something resembling it. he's telling the truth, really; doing anything reckless under the influence of alcohol is quite far from being a good decision. "and i thought you were supposed to be a delinquent," you tease him harmlessly.

"even delinquents use their brain sometimes, (name)," he rolls his eyes. "besides, i'm starving right now. i wanna eat some of the onigiri that kagami made, even though he gets under my skin."

"he's a really good cook," you sigh in admiration, examining aomine's expression closely, "and he's handsome, too.."

he scowls. "watch it," the boy warns, "don't say anything you're going to regret later."

"sorry, daiki," you apologize with a grin. "it's just fun to tease you."

"whatever," aomine mutters. "tomorrow, i'll get my payback."

#kuroko no basket #knb fanfic #knb aomine #aomine daiki #aomine x reader #knb x reader #knb x you #aomine fluff #kuroko's basketball #i love him #✎— ❝devon writes❞

[kittyadore]

I wait for you

—𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦!42 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱

—𝘴𝘢𝘥, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨

—𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵; 3𝘬

—𝘢/𝘯; hi lovelies, i know i was supposed to post this like 2 days ago AND it wasnt supposed to be longer than 1,5k but i got a bit carried away.. also yall aint ready for this i promise i put my heart into this

You always hated waiting for your boyfriend. You absolutely despised it, every time you had to wait for Miles, because he had something 'important' ruin your plans. Not talking about him being a couple minutes late, but whole hours. This man got you waiting hours for him to come to your date, cause of his important shit.

In anticipation of the day, your heart brimmed with excitement for the long-awaited date you had planned with him. The nostalgia swept over you, knowing that today, you were destined to revisit the very restaurant where your first date happened, a place tinged with sentimental memories.

As you prepared for the evening, a soft melody escaped your lips, a reflection of the contentment that filled your heart. The sight of your boyfriend never failed to make your heart flutter, even though you two see each other on a daily basis. How could it be otherwise? In your eyes, he embodied perfection, a sentiment that filled you with gratitude for his presence in your life, day after day.

You got abruptly brought back to the reality as you heard the chime of a notification coming from your phone, the fleeting joy that had enveloped you dissipated as you reluctantly opened a text message from Miles, its contents shrouded in uncertainty.

[mi novio]: sorry ma, ill be abit late

[mi novio]: just a couple minutes dw, its something really important

[mi novio]: ill make it up to u

[you]: ur joking miles

With a mixture of frustration and resignation, you flung your phone onto the bed, releasing a heavy sigh that echoed through the room. It was a familiar scene, for his perpetual tardiness had become a predictable pattern. Yet, deep down, a glimmer of hope persisted, longing for a change this time.

Despite your longing to remain nestled in the comfort of your bed, the difficult struggle to secure a reservation at the coveted restaurant compelled you to get up to embark on your journey. Reluctantly, you grabbed your phone and tucked it into your purse. . A light mist of perfume adorned your being, a final touch of preparation. As you approached the front door, ready to step outside, you got stopped by your mother.

"Have fun sweetie! You going out with Miles?" Your mother's words echoed in the air as you gazed at her, a confused expression etched upon your face. Who else could you be going out with, considering your carefully chosen attire.

"Yeah mom, Miles." Under your breath, a mutter escaped your lips accompanied by an eye roll. You said goodbye to your mother and slowly made your way to your destiny. As you traversed the crowded streets of Brooklyn, you found solace in the sanctuary of your thoughts, determined to fend off mounting frustration aimed at Miles.

However, your patience had reached its breaking point. Despite your unwavering love for your boyfriend, you couldn't understand why was he always so late. His explanations of "it's important" or "it's my work" fell short, leaving you yearning for a deeper understanding that he seemed unwilling to provide, despite your heartfelt appeals. You couldn't help but wonder, could his reasons truly be so dire as to justify the constant disregard for your feelings?

Abruptly, a sharp masculine voice shattered the confines of your trance, jolting you back to reality. You strained to place the unfamiliar sound that pierced the air, it was definitely not Miles.

"Hey, hottie!" You visibly cringed at the words, walking away from the man. "Come on, talk to me."

"I have a boyfriend."You retorted firmly, refusing to stop. The stranger's advances failed to sway your resolve. "He doesn't have to know, really." He grabbed you by your shoulder, compelling you to meet his gaze, a physical imposition that demanded your attention.

"Fuck off." You firmly pushed him away in utter disgust, asserting your boundaries with unwavering strength. "No means no, and you better remember that." Accelerating your pace, a surge of urgency propelled you forward, fueled by a desperate need to escape any potential danger, trying to reach the destination as fast as possible.

Sitting yourself at the fancy reserved table, you took your phone out, but seeing no messages from your boyfriend made the faint smile fade off your face.

[you]: how long do u think it will take u

[you]: im waiting

As silence persisted from Miles, a heavy sigh escaped your lips, prompting you to seek solace in the realm of social media, curious about the lives of your friends. However, upon encountering a picture of your best friend and her girlfriend, accompanied by the "I love you" caption, a pang of unease twisted your stomach. Sure, you were glad she was happy, but the an insidious jealousy gnawed at your insides. In an attempt to stifle those feelings, you left a like on the image before returning to the conversation with Miles, desperately hoping that perhaps you had missed a message from him.

[you]: how long do u think it will take u

[you]: im waiting

seen

Seen. Three simple letters stared back at you, a stark departure from the norm. Miles had never once left you hanging, always quick to respond with a brief "can't talk rn" or "one sec." You tapped your nails on the table nervously, as a torrent of worrisome thoughts flooded your mind. Yet, among the anxiety, you desperately clung to self-reassurance, convincing yourself that he must be preoccupied with matters at hand, nothing more sinister or distressing.

[you]: miles?? everything okay?

[you]: im worried

Still nothing. . Concern mounted within you as minutes slipped by, morphing into an agonizing hour, with nothing but deafening silence emanating from your boyfriend. As the time was passing, it was finally time to leave the fancy place and make your way back home. Rising from your seat, a sense of hesitation clung to you like a shadow, your fingers lingering over the final check of phone notifications, before reluctantly leaving the building.

On your way back, you decided the best way to make all the bad thoughts go away is to grab a coffee. The very place where Miles had always whisked you away to after your dates, serving as a comforting refuge upon your return home, teemed with bustling crowds. Undeterred, you made the conscious choice to partake in your usual order, braving the crowd before embarking on the remaining walk homeward.

"Can I have the same as always, please?" you addressed the familiar cashier, whom you knew by name, as it was your turn to place an order. She received your request, responding with a gentle smile that graced her face. Completing the transaction, you exchanged payment for the awaited drink, patiently waiting for its preparation. With the warm cup now in your hands, you travelled the bustling streets of Brooklyn, a decision solidified within you to pay a visit to Miles' mother, consumed by growing concern for your beloved boyfriend.

Knocking on the door of the familiar place, you were greeted by Rio's radiant smile and tender embrace, a comforting presence amidst the storm of your emotions. Her perceptive eyes swiftly captured the worry etched upon your face, prompting an immediate shift on her face.

"Hey, what's the matter sweetheart? Did mi hijo do something again? I swear this boy is only trouble." she inquired, concern evident in her tone. She shook her head, almost as if she had already anticipated the nature of the problem. In response, a gentle laugh escaped your lips, a reassurance that the situation was not exactly as she presumed.

"Well, he simply didn't show up for our date. I mean he said he was going to be late, but it's been over an hour now and there's been no response to my texts," You explained, your voice tinged with worry. Anxiety flooded your thoughts once more, flooding you in a torrent of unsettling possibilities. "I'm really worried about him, this kind of thing never happens. I'm just scared something happened to him" You confided, seeking solace in the comforting embrace of Rio, not wanting to imagine a world without her son, your boyfriend.

Seated together on the couch, both you and Miles' mother found yourselves in a state of uncertainty, unaware of where the boy is. In an attempt to distract your troubled mind, she kindly offered you a slice of cake she had recently baked. As conversation flowed freely, spanning topics both trivial and profound, a sudden realization washed over you. In the warm embrace of this space, a sense of belonging enveloped your being, stirring a feeling that extended beyond mere comfort. Here, within these walls, you felt an unexplainable sense of safety, an assurance that surpassed any other place you had ever known.

The light-hearted conversation between you and the woman was abruptly interrupted by the distant ringing of her phone emanating from another room. She let out a small sigh, rising from the couch and making her way towards her bedroom to retrieve the device. While a wave of curiosity washed over you, it didn't feel appropriate to ask about the caller, knowing it wasn't your place to do so. Yet, deep within your heart, a glimmer of hope flickered— a silent wish that it would be Miles on the other end, assuring his mother of his well-being and providing an explanation for his absence.

A heavy breath escaped her lips as she returned from the other room, her trembling hands struggling to maintain a grip on the phone. Your attention instinctively turned towards her, and the expression on your face shifted abruptly as you took in the state she was in, a mixture of concern and apprehension washing over you.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, your voice trembling with fear and genuine concern, as she seemed to have heard something quite bad. "Is it.. Is it about him?" You questioned, your voice barely above a whisper, anxiety tightening its grip on your heart.

Her gaze fixated upon your face, a swift nod affirming the gravity of your concerns. "The hospital." she uttered with a sense of urgency, the weight of those two words lingering in the air. In a swift motion, she hastened towards the door, leaving you rooted in place, unable to move. The two words echoed through your mind, causing you to freeze in utter disbelief. The hospital? What happened? Questions swirled within, leaving you yearning for answers, your heart gripped by an unsettling sense of unease.

Not wanting to stay behind, and desperate for answers, you hurriedly trailed after her to the waiting car, realizing the urgency of reaching your destination as swiftly as possible. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on your heart, knowing that your boyfriend's life hung in the balance, yet unable to understand the extent of the danger. Unwilling to burden Miles' mother with probing questions, you refrained from seeking specifics. As daunting as it appeared to you, you couldn't help but acknowledge that the ordeal was undoubtedly even more distressing for her.

On your way to the hospital, an undeniable tension enveloped the car, willing to broach the unfolding situation. The weight of the unspoken words hung heavily in the air, intermittently interrupted by muted coughs and the rhythm of pounding hearts, mirroring the whirlwind of inexplicable questions that consumed your thoughts. Each glimpse of crimson traffic lights intensified the sense of urgency, causing both of you to lose your minds, as reaching your destination with maximum haste became the main objective in that critical moment.

Exiting the vehicle in haste, the two of you stumbled towards the entrance of the hospital, urgency propelling your every step. With a sense of determination, you swiftly reached the reception area, conveniently located near the entrance. You, your voice laced with concern, immediately inquired about the whereabouts of your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but that's the information only the family can get." She spoke, looking up at me from her seat, as I tapped my fingers nervously on the table. Her words echoed in my mind as Miles' mom stood up "I'm his mother!"

"Alright, ma'am, I get it. But her?" she gestured towards me, her finger pointed in my direction. "I'm sorry, I don't make the rules." Hearing those words, I moved away to the side, hoping that the woman at the reception could provide any information to Miles' mother. She shook her head in disappointment, releasing a heavy sigh, and then guided the two of you towards the room where your boyfriend was laying. As you traversed the corridor, your breath grew heavier, permeating the air with anxiety, while the glimpse of other occupied rooms passed by in a blur.

As you finally reached the desired room, you found yourself standing before its closed door, grappling with mixed emotions. While a part of you yearned to lay eyes on your beloved boyfriend, another part hesitated, fearing the sight of him in a vulnerable state. Miles held an irreplaceable position in your heart, and the mere thought of witnessing him in pain inflicted a pang of distress within you.

As the woman entered the hospital room, requesting you to wait outside for when she's finished, you decided to settle into one of the unwieldy chairs that lined the sterile hallway.Grasping a fashion magazine, you attempted to distract your racing thoughts, seeking solace in its glossy pages. However, your mind couldn't help but be consumed by a constant stream of questions, each one a knot of concern, wondering about what happened to Miles.

The sound of the door creaking disrupted your focus, drawing your attention away from the tightly clutched magazine. In response, you swiftly rose from your seat, hope and anxiety intertwining in your gaze as you awaited the woman's response. A faint smile played upon her lips as she met your gaze, her voice barely above a whisper as she murmured, "He's fine… I think." Her hand gently settled upon your shoulder, urging you forward, and you obediently followed her lead, guided towards the room.

With deliberate steps and hushed breaths, you entered the room, treading softly to minimize any disruption that might disturb Miles. The sight before you stopped your movement, capturing your attention and evoking a mix of relief and concern. There he was, your beloved boyfriend, laying on the hospital bed, hurt by quite a dangerous situation.

His braided hair laid loosely on the sides of his peaceful face, his eyes closed, and his head slightly tilted to one side. Taking a seat on a small chair positioned by the hospital bed, you delicately intertwined your hand with his, craving his touch and connection. Despite yearning for his warmth, you exercised caution, not wanting to cause him any discomfort. Your thumb gently traced patterns on his hand, letting out a deep sigh of affection as you admired his face, finding solace in his presence even amidst the current circumstances.

His shaking voice disrupted your thoughts, drawing your attention away from your contemplation of his features. Startled, you realized he was awake, his eyes still closed as he spoke. "Hey, ma," he began, his words laced with regret. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it. I'm sorry I kept you waiting." His apology hung in the air, permeating the room with a mixture of vulnerability and guilt.

"Miles, what on earth are you talking about?" you responded, disbelief tinged with deep concern in your voice. Your gaze scanned his face, your eyes stuck on his. "Look at yourself; this is not the time nor place for apologies. I'm just glad that you're okay. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. Your words carried a genuine reassurance, urging him to recognize the profound relief you felt at his safety, and your inability to comprehend why he would blame himself in such a moment.

"I wanted to see you, ma. I know I'm always late or cancel our plans, I wanted to change that. I knew how much it meant to you, believe me. I realized how late I was, and I hurried to be with you, mami. But then this happened." he explained, his voice loaded with a mix of regret and urgency, his grip on your hand tightening. As his breath grew deeper, a sense of concern washed over you. "Are you okay? Miles?" you asked, worry etched in your voice, your attentiveness catching the shift in his breathing pattern.

"I'm fine," he reassured, though his attempts to calm himself proved pointless. "It's nothing, really. They'll release me soon, and I'll be back home before you know it, I promise, ma." You looked at him, concern deep in your eyes, as he spoke. You gazed at him, your eyes filled with deep concern as he spoke. The worry for his well-being weighed heavily on your heart, knowing that the state he was in was far from one that would warrant his immediate release.

"Miles, you can't be released soon. Just look at yourself, you need time to heal and regain your strength. I promise, I'll visit you as often as I can, but your health comes first. You don't look well at all," you started, wanting to express your genuine concern for your boyfriend. However, your heartfelt words were abruptly stopped by a long, uninterrupted sound that pierced the air, causing you to gasp in fear. Your eyes darted towards the nearby device, and your heart sank as you noticed a significant change on its display.

The door swung open, revealing Miles' mother standing outside, her face etched with worry. In a sudden rush, a couple of doctors rushed past her and into the room where Miles layed. Your body felt frozen, still gripping his hand tightly as chaos unfolded around you. One of the medical workers gently guided you out of the room, his voice a hushed reassurance, "He'll be fine." The door closed, separating you from your boyfriend, and you crumbled against the wall, sinking to the ground. Tears welled up in your eyes, tracing a path down your cheeks as the weight of uncertainty and fear pressed upon your heart. Miles' mother tenderly joined you, enveloping you in her embrace, her soothing words offering solace to both of you in this harrowing moment.

The words of your boyfriend echoed through your mind, a fragile strand of hope clinging to your thoughts.

"I'll be back home before you know it, I promise, ma"

I wait for you.

#across the spiderverse #miles x reader #prowler miles x reader #earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles x reader #miles morales #prowler miles #prowler!miles #prowler!miles x reader #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales prowler #miles morales x reader #atsv miles

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Shinkai Hana no Shou Animate Bonus Drama CD "Unchanging Feelings" Eng translation

Anyone happen to know where content that is probably under the title of 「土方さんの習字について」 comes from? Found it saved in my Nimble file in both JP and CN... and I have no where idea it came from. It's short exchange between Hijikata, Souji and Kondou.

Anyway, this translation is of the Hana no Shou Animate Bonus CD 「変わらぬ想い」. I actually had this on my to-do list for a while since I'm pretty sure I don't have any Iba content that's longer than two sentences (well, I'm at least pretty sure about that?)... but I just never got around to it (or a number of other drama CDs that I want to have translated...😅). Suppose it helps that I got discouraged (again) from translating the Shimabara Disturbance drama's first track as I have to go and review some videos to fill in the gaps where text is missing for that... and doing this felt like less work despite how it felt like a pain to do.

enjoy~? Almost didn't make it because I had a hard time with one sentence...

Hakuoki Shinkai Animate Bonus Drama CD "Unchanging Feelings"

Translation by KumoriYami

Iba: As expected, the Shinsengumi's training is strict, but I also feel that the time spent has been very meaningful. And practising with the officers has been exhausting.

Toudou: Oh, isn't that Hachiro? Have you come to train?

Iba: Heisuke-kun! Yes, I've just started to rest now.

Heisuke: Speaking of which, you really do seem to like our training.

Iba: I'll take that as a compliment.

Heisuke: How was the training?

Iba：There are many people who use different techniques and styles, and it's a great learning experience. I accidently got carried away and sparred with everyone many times. If I don't properly rest, I feel that my body won't be able to keep up.

Toudou: That's because Hachiro is very popular. There are many members who want to train with you.

Iba: Truly, I'm very happy.

Toudou: That's right! Who did you train with today?

IbaL Shinpat-san was my first opponent. He's as strong as ever.

Toudou: Shinpat-san is very strong.

Iba: If we were in a tsubazeriai*[references at end], I would be the one to lose, so I tried to prevent that from happening as much as possible.

tsubazeriai can be used to describe a situation where two swordsmen are very close to each other where they both try to push forward. To simplify this would be to say that they are is when they are in "neck-and-neck" competition."

Toudou: But Shinpat-san would definitely charge ahead without any mercy, right?

Iba: Precisely.

Toudou：If that happens, it feels you'd get supressed right away. It truly feels good to know that he's companion.

Iba: That's true. Ah, after that, I sparred with Saito-kun.

Toudou: Oh, how was that?

Iba: Saito-kun's iai has great value. That being said, there's no time to think about that during training.

Toudou: Hajime-kun and Shinpat-san aren't the same when it comes to strength.

Iba: My own training is insufficient.

Toudou: Hehe, then I can't lose!

Iba: Heisuke-kun still hasn't changed at all.

Toudou: You say that, but isn't it the same for Hachiro?

Iba: Me?

Toudou: That's right, it's just like that time, as long as Hachiro showed up at Shiekan, you and everyone would engage in matches.

Iba: Yes, I previously used to train a lot.

Toudou: As long as someone challenges you, you'd accept accept it.

Iba: Isn't that the same for Heisuke-kun? Didn't you Shinpat-san used to have some pretty wild fights before?

Toudou: Ah, I miss those. They were the sort that didn't end unless someone collapsed.

Iba: Of course, the two of you were both over your heads/stubborn.

Toudou: Even though I really got beaten until I collapsed, we were scolded by Hijikata-san.

Iba: Even if we try to console him, he wouldn't listen at all.

Toudou: It's because it feels like Shinpat-san's physical strength is endless, that his attacks are relentless.

Iba: I know how you feel. It's because we know the other party is strong that we fixate on not losing.

Touodu: We surprisingly haven’t changed at all.

Iba: Indeed, even back then, Toshi-san was obsessed with victory and defeat.

Toudou: Why are you bringing up Hijikata-san now?

Iba: When mentioning things that haven't changed, the first person that comes to mind is Toshi-san.

Toudou: Hachiro, you've really admired Hijikata-san for a long time.

Iba: Yes, Ithis hasn't changed since then.

Toudou: Hey, what exactly is so good about HIjikata-san? Not that I hate him or anything.

Iba: Toshi-san is a very good person. Not only is his swordsmanship excellent, but I was attracted to his character.

Toudou: Like how/For instance/example?

Iba: For example, he's very strict but is still treats us with love.

Toudou: Love!?

Iba: On one hand, he has resolute and unwavering beliefs, but he simultaneously has a weakness to cute things.

Toudou: Was there such a thing?

Iba: Even his ability to not drink is quite charming.

Toudou: Haha, I get that!

Hijikata: Tch, you guys, what exactly is it that you know.

Heisuke: Hijikata-san?!

Iba: Tosh-san! We were just talking about Toshi-san.

Hijikata: Yeah, I figured… I could hear uncomfortable subjects from afar.

Iba: Toshi-san, you you like to talk about this too?

Hijikata: What do you want me to say?

Iba: Of course, about how outstanding Toshi-san is.

Hijikata: Spare me. Furthermore, it'd be too embarrassing if the other members heard this so please stop.

Iba: Is that so. That's a pity. Since Toshi-san has said that, I won't say anymore.

Hijikata: Geez, you. Also, Heisuke! I'm not bad at drinking!

Toudou: Ah, I get it. (Hijikata walks away). That scared me. Hijikata-san has seriously good ears, I don't know he always appears when he's mentioned.

Iba: That aspect hasn't changed at all.

Toudou: That's right. Who knows when he started listening/when his ears became so sensitive.

Iba: Hey, Heisuke-kun.

Toudou: What is it?

Iba: You, Heisuke-kun, who has since been learning from everyone else and going in the same way since the beginning/Everyone, including Heisuke-kun, who used to be shrouded in obscurity is now in Kyoto as the prestigious Shinsengumi, and I became an Okuzume. Although we're not in the same position, we all serve the shogunate. Thinking of about it all this way, always feels incredible.

Toudou: Ah, that's right.

Iba: What's wrong?

Toudou: I mean this hypothetically, but what if you questions about where you fit in/belonged?

Iba: Eh? Do you have questions about where you belong?

Toudou: Yeah.

Iba: If I had any questions, then I would be not be questioning where it was that I belonged, but myself.

Toudou: What do you mean?

Iba: I have my own beliefs about the work I do as an Okuzume. Because of that, I often get anxious about whether or not what I do is useful.

Toudou: I see. So Hachiro also feels the same way.

Iba: Yes, I have thinking of this especially lately.

Toudou: I've been thinking about some things lately. the people who've been joining the Shinsengumi, and how it's changed. In the future, when these changes become bigger and bigger, will I be able to think as I do now?

Iba: Heisuke-kun...

Toudou: Sorry, I said something weird.

Iba: Ah, no, not really.

Toudou: Forget about what I just said. It's almost time for me to go on patrol. I'll be going!

Iba: Oh, Heisuke-kun! Wait a moment!

(Heisuke runs off)

What happened to him? Ah? Toshi-san! How long have you been there?

Hijikata: Ah, you noticed me. I was just passing by. By the way, is that guy Heisuke, okay?

Iba: Ah, Toshi-san is also worried about Heisuke-kun? That's why just now.

Hijikata: We've known each other for a long time so it's hard to not notice any changes to him. Although I've been trying to keep more of an eye on him lately, that guy's been worrying about something by himself all the time.

Iba: So that's how it is. Although Heisuke-kun seems to be thinking about a number of things, I think it's best to leave him to think to himself.

Hijikata: I see.

Iba: It's fine. If Heisuke-kun really has a problem, he has a trustworthy comrade beside him.

Hijikata: Trustworthy is it, well, maybe so.

Iba: Speaking of which, Toshi-san, do you had questions about where you belong after that?

Hijikata: What, why are you suddenly asking about this sort of thing.

Iba: It just came to mind. Of course, just hypothetically.

Hijikata: The moment I suspect that the Shinsengumi is over, I think it's my responsibility to prevent that situation from happening.

Iba: : Even so, if one day the Shinsengumi really changes, and if that sort of thing really happens, will Toshi-san be able to stay the same as before?

Hijikata: As long as Kondou-san and I are alive, the Shinsengumi will not change. But if change happens, then I won't change, regardless of how large the changes are around me, I just need to stick to my beliefs.

Iba: As expected, Toshi-san is indeed the same Toshi-san from before.

Hijikata： What are you saying.

Iba: It's so great that I met Toshi-san, I've been attracted to you for a long time.

Hijikata: Hey, that's why I asked you to stop saying such embarrassing things for others to hear.

Iba: Really? Is it something embarrassing?

Hijikata: You haven't changed at all. How is it that I can be so interesting to you?

Iba: Of course that's because I respect Toshi-san.

Hijikata: As you wish, but, just don't mention this sort of thing in front of the other soldiers.

Iba: Ah, I understand.

Hijikata: Then I'll be going first.

Iba: Ah, please Toshi-san, I'll be going back to training, so please accompany me!

(footsteps)

(The current situtation is very turbulent,but even if everything changes, the ideals I have in my heart will remain unchanged. The guidance he gave just now, has clearly been engraved into my thoughts. I will just believe in what you said, Toshi-san.)

Hijikata Toshizou: Miki Shin'ichiro

Toudou Heisuke: Yoshino Hiroyuki

Iba Hachirou: Miyano Mamoru

---end---

image was taken from suruga-ya

*references:

https://www.japanesewiki.com/culture/Tsubazeriai.html

https://www.tanoshiijapanese.com/dictionary/entry_details.cfm?entry_id=41759&element_id=204340

https://samurai-shodown.fandom.com/wiki/Locking_Swords

note to self: maybe use an audio translator to check over that line when Iba first mentions the Okuzume... not sure about that part since the translations of the differing tls I use are very different in that part.

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki drama cd #hakuoki drama translation #hakuoki shinkai #hakuoki hana no shou #hijikata toshizo #toudou heisuke #iba hachirou #iba hachiro

[awisespirit]

THE DEVIL WITHIN?!

(SIYEON VER.)

GP SIYEON X FEM READER

Warnings: ⚠️ maybe be triggering for some⚠️ ⚠️ landlady Siyeon⚠️ ⚠️GP Siyeon ⚠️ ⚠️ Reader being touched against her will?⚠️ ⚠️ Mentions of sexual trauma⚠️ ⚠️ Mentions of Chocol, Dami and Jiu⚠️

A/N: Hey guys! To the anon who requested for a Siyeon ver... I tried my best. Kinda feel like it's sloppy tho and I'm sorry for it. Will definitely write a part 2 for it. This part might be a little confusing as it was originally supposed to be posted after Jiu's version but yeah... You guys will see soon. Hope you loves enjoy it. 💕😶‍🌫️.

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"look y/n I don't fucking care the hell your going through right now. I need the damn payment. It has been 2 months. Either pay up or I'm kicking you out."

"No please Siyeon-nim just give me one more day I'll find some money. I'll pay you b-back please don't kick me out. T-their s-still after me."

"Do I look like I care slut? Maybe I should call Chocol let her know where you are!?"

The rent was due, yet again and it's 2 months payment this time. You had no job, a runaway, no money the only shelter you find was under the Lee apartment. The place was decent with a shared kitchen and bathroom. Lee Siyeon was your landlady and housemate. She's a really close acquaintance of Jo Gayoung also known as Chocol.

Yes Chocol the woman was after you, she was waiting on having you as a payback for your father's debt that he left before disappearing.

Why was your life so fucked up? First Dami then Chocol then Jiu.... Who's next next in line to use you for their pleasure?

Siyeon reached out for her phone on the table.

"n-no please Siyeon-nim I'm begging you d-don't do it. Is there any other way I could pay you back?"

You become desperate, you didn't even realize what you were sounding like.

Siyeon lowered her gaze to you, something on her mind.

"anything?"

"y-yes! Anything!"

Siyeon's eyes filled with an emotion that brought back bitter memories for you.

"S-Siyeon- ah"

You were lifted up on her arms. she brought you in her room and dropped you on to her bed.

"take everything off." Her voice was calm but it did hold that sinister aura.

She took out some chains from her drawer.

"you said anything, therefore I'm gonna make you be my fucking little cum slut."

It's her. The woman you thought who would at last be your saviour from the horrible world outside, is now the devil you never knew about.

Your arms and legs being tied to the bed frame.

"n-no please. Don't do this to me!-"

She shut you up with her lips. You tried your best to get yourself free by wriggling you arms and shouting. But where did that get you?

Nowhere, absolutely nowhere with a harsh slap to your cheek.

Her left had a firm grip on your neck slowly restrainting the air from you.

"look, I'm a person who doesn't change my mind often. If I've made up my mind, then it is what it is slut."

Another hard slap to your face. Tears already streaming your cheeks. Her smirk made you sick.

She removed her shirt and pants. She craked open a fresh can of beer it seems and drowned it right away. This gave you more memories about the one who was after you.

"your a monster." You whispered enough for her to hear.

"Yeah I am. I'm a fucking monster who's gonna treat you as my fuck toy."

Then she removed her shorts as you come face to face with her member.

She pushes herself into your mouth with no time.

"ahh yes, suck it like stupid whore you are."

Her cock was deep in your mouth it made you gag everytime she the very back of it.

"your mouth itself is so good, then how great would that pussy of yours feel? Fuck it I'm gonna fuck it. Fuck your thight pussy over and over, again and again."

"And I'll fucking cum in you, fill you up with my cum and make you carry my children! Got that my cum slut?"

-THE END-

(ノ^_^)ノ(ノ^_^)ノ(ノ^_^)ノ(ノ^_^)ノ(ノ^_^)ノ(ノ

#girl group scenarios #girl group reaction #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher reaction #dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher reactions #dreamcatcher x reader #siyeon smut

[writerpetals]

one of those days | ❤️

; optional female lead fluff |  ☁️

In the process of wanting to surprise your girlfriend for Valentine’s Day, you managed to burn her favorite meal you spent an hour cooking, as well as forgot the main ingredient in making a dessert you just knew she would love. If that wasn’t bad enough, you got word it began to rain on her way home after a long, tiring day, knowing she will be in a less than perfect mood and most likely soaking wet.

Your plans were foiled due to the weather and your own clumsiness, but you realize you have a few minutes to spare before she arrives home. Wanting to make the most of a ruined night which was supposed to be romantic and perfect, you rush to grab a few of the scented candles she loves so much to set up around the bathroom before turning on the faucet to fill the tub with warm water. If you can’t give her food to eat or help her walk home in the rain, you can at least help warm her up to relax when she arrives.

To hopefully add to the relaxation, you throw in a few drops of lavender-scented bubble bath. The suds begin to rise and the steam carries the smell of the bubble bath and candles through-out the house as you rush to grab two fresh towels, her comfiest robe she loves to lounge in, and the bottle of wine you actually remembered to pick up. 

On your way back to the bathroom, you hear the jingling of keys before a twist of a lock tells you she is home. Before you can make a move, she’s swinging the door open with a thud, coming face to face with her soaked and dripping hair to match her mascara running down her cheeks. Her clothes are heavy and wet against her frame and her boots leave tracks of mud before she slips them off, closing the door behind her with a sigh.

“Hey… babe…” You sport a smile, but her bottom lip only quivers. If you didn’t know any better, you would think it’s due to her being on the verge of tears and not because of the rain. “Happy Valentine’s Day?” 

You raise your brows and force a smile, but her face only twists as if she’s seconds from breaking down.

“Babe?”

“I’m sorry,” she finally says, taking a deep breath and blinking a few times. She’s definitely holding back tears, you realize. 

“What’s wrong?” You make your way to her, arms full of the towels and robes and wine, but suddenly your heart doesn’t feel so excited about her Valentine’s Day surprise. 

“I just… had the worst day…” She pouts, a few tears falling to her cheeks as she lowers her head. “I’m sorry. I know it’s Valentine’s Day and all…”

“Don’t be sorry.” Shoving all the items in one arm, you grab her with the other, pulling her close before pressing your lips to her forehead. “Tell me what happened.”

“Nothing, really. I mean…” Another deep sigh fills the air as she tries to keep her emotions in check. All you can do is hold her tighter, pulling her wet body against your own and paying no mind to the puddle her clothes have created beneath her. “Just stressed and busy and overwhelmed and…”

Her words fall short, but you understand what she means. There are times when everyone feels overworked and overwhelmed with even the littlest of things. She tries to hold it together, tries to be strong, but in the end everyone needs some release, a shoulder to lean on, and an ear to listen. 

“I understand,” you tell her, pressing your lips against her cheek this time. She melts into your body, as if she has been waiting all day for the moment she could let her guard down. “Don’t be sorry. You can talk about what’s bothering you.”

“I know, it’s just it’s Valentine’s Day and I didn’t even do anything for you because I’ve been so busy and preoccupied.” 

“You don’t have to,” you say with a chuckle, reaching to brush back the soaked strands of hair from her face. “And, well, I didn’t get to do much for you, either.”

“Really?” she asks, finally meeting your eyes with a glimmer of hope within them. 

“I tried, but silly me ruined it all, so…”

For a second, she only stares, all before bursting into a fit of giggles as she wipes away her tears from her cheeks with one hand. “What do you mean?”

“I burned dinner, which I thought I was so clever for making your favorite meal as a surprise,” you tell her. She can’t help but smile as she listens. It’s as if it makes her feel better to know everyone messes up sometimes. Everyone has those moments where things don’t go as planned. “Then I forgot a few things I needed to make you dessert. And… actually, I do have one surprise I just remembered and-oh no, the bubbles!” 

With that, you leave her by the door to rush to the bathroom, but you only find yourself slipping against the tiles when your feet hit the bubbles and water spilling out of the tub. Quickly, you put down the items in your hand to reach for the faucet, turning it off with a groan as you realize the mess you have made.

Suddenly, she is giggling from the bathroom door as she stares at the disaster. Looking over the mess, you’re erupting in laughter a second later because what else can you do? The mess is created. The night is officially ruined due to all of your surprises becoming a disaster.

“Are, uh, bubble baths romantic?” you ask with a sheepish grin on your face. 

“Bubbles baths? Yes.” She carefully tiptoes toward you as the two of you take a seat on the edge of the tub. “Bubbles and water all over the floor? I don’t think so.”

Together, you chuckle and shake your heads.

“I guess it’s just one of those days,” you tell her, to which she smiles, leans closer, and presses a kiss against your lips.

“I guess it is.” 

“Sorry for ruining Valentine’s Day.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she repeats your words from before, bringing a grin to your lips. 

#blackpink scenarios #marvel scenarios #twilight scenarios #harry potter scenarios #jennie scenarios #twice scenarios #dreamcatcher scenarios #red velvet scenarios #itzy scenarios #mamamoo scenarios #aespa scenarios #jisoo scenarios #girl group scenar

[glitzybunny]

A Mock of Morality

or “You are my hero” (which was part of the prompt I think, or something close to that sdjhbgshjkdf)

Can’t really decide on a name for this short little thing dfkjhbgfdhbjg

Um parts of this are really vague but I would like to reiterate that it wasn’t supposed to be anymore than like something even shorter than this thing and was supposed to be for practice, however, I got carried away-

Well uhhhh here pffff AAAAAA

--- The battle was finally over.

What had felt like a centuries-long feud between the utmost good and the utmost evil had finally ended.

“How do you yield?” the villain stood over the hero’s limp and almost lifeless body laying flat on the ground, their face muddled in the dirt and ash, eyes closed. The villain, almost confused by the lack of response, nudges the hero with the tip of their long pointed boots. “Hello? I said, How. Do. You. Yield.” they said in a frustrated tone. Still no response.

The villain let out a long, drawn-out breath, pulling their face down in annoyance, “Come now, you’re better than that; don’t just leave me hanging here! This is history in the making!” the villain yelled in a mock of manic enthusiasm and hysterics, throwing his arms in the air, laughing crazily like no tomorrow.

As his laughter slowly pittered out, the villain looks down at the hero. He had still not moved a muscle; the villain’s eyes, once brimmed with mischief, were now filling with a touch of concern.

“I know you’re there...”

He crouches down, turns the hero over, and gently moves the hero’s head to face him with one of his hands, and they drop their sword in the other, checking the hero’s pulse.

‘Hmm, good... He seems to be alright.’ he lets out a relieved sigh. ‘Just unconscious, they’re probably going to suffer from a nasty concussion once they wake up,’ the villain thought as they rubbed off the blood that had stained the hero’s cheek.

The villain looks around the surrounding area, the now abandoned part of the city covered in a flurry of flame, ash and rubble. The scent of burnt wood and the sound of distant police cars honestly gave them a sense of serenity and calm.

It looks like no one is around; better be quick before that changes.

The villain carefully puts his arms under the hero’s own arms and legs, picking them up into a bridal carry—time to get a move on.

The villain wasn’t sure what he was doing at this point; it was quite a feat to be able to defeat the hero like this. Despite officially achieving what could only be called ‘every villain’s best dream’, they didn’t really want to finish the job.

A part of them had become acquainted and fallen in love with the routine of creating ridiculous plans in order to face off against this world’s most powerful. To watch the effort of his arch nemesis go through the effort to take him down to save whatever place that had inevitably just been caught in the crossfire to face each other off.

Even though the villain had lost, a part of him was filled with joy; a part of him felt like he was the one that truly won. But now, now is a different story.

Now by the actual definition, he had won. But it didn’t feel right.

“You’re lucky that it’s just me and no one else. Had it been some other conniving maniacal villain, you may not have secretly made it out alive… hmm...” He quietly breathed out.

The hero quietly stirred in his arms. “Shhh shhh shhh, don’t worry, I’m getting there, hush now”, the villain cooed at him. A fancy limo with the villain’s signature dark red and purple hues pulled up before them.

“Sir! Congratulations on your big success!” They take a small party popper out of the front pocket of their suit and pop it, getting confetti all over the front passenger seat. ”I never doubted you for a second, boss! I knew that this was gonna be the one!” the villain’s enthusiastic henchmen exclaimed and whistled in delight; however, their expression dropped into confusion when they realised what, and more importantly, who, the villain was carrying.

The villain quietly and cautiously attempts to open the door with the hero in his arms, shifting slowly into the back seat so as not to further harm or wake the passed-out heroine. Not yet saying a word. He lays the hero onto the seat, letting his head rest on their lap.

The curious henchman looks into the rear-view mirror as the villain dramatically moves his finger to his lips. “Shhhh~” He exaggerates whilst winking at the henchman. The loyal henchman turns back toward the road and shrugs as she shifts out of park and goes into drive.

The villain supposed that they were probably to be asked many questions once they arrived safely at their destination.

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The hero had finally arisen from his slumber, or maybe more so, from his small coma; for he had nearly been out for a week.

He was unaware of where he was or what he was doing here, but it was not because he hadn’t been here before.

The villain strolls in, full of enthusiasm, dressed head to toe in his best outfit. However, every outfit they had was really his best outfit. Despite the gusto, he had held quite a sombre expression.

He put his head in his hands, letting out the loudest sigh known to man; once he did so, he removed his hands, and he had wholly wiped any trace of sadness and concern on his face off like it was never there.

The villain slowly turns to the bed and jumps in shock. “Ah! You’re finally awake! I thought you were about to cross the border into the heavens. I’m glad you’re alright, sweetness~” he stifled a giggle, giving the hero a weirdly soft look. The hero looked around the room, confused.

“Oh, you might be wondering what you’re doing here in my guest chamber, I suppose.” The villain hummed. “Well, you see, I thought I would take matters into my hands and decided to take care of you instead of some petty old hospital.” He crossed his arms, distaste for hospitals marking his words. “They probably would have given you special treatment, but I think my treatment is a WHOLE lot more special~ Don’t you think?” He waited for the hero’s response.

“…Who… Who are you?” the hero said with a shake in his voice.

“I beg y- excuse me? Who am I? WHO AM I??? HOW DARE YO-” a tear drips down the hero’s cheek.

“I’m… I’m really sorry; it’s just- I’m having trouble even remembering who I am… Who- who am I? Are you my partner or something?” More tears streamed from his eyes; he felt so embarrassed and lost.

Was he joking? Did… Did the hero really lose all his memory after the battle?

What… What does a villain even do in this situation? What would anyone say in this situation?

The villain was at a loss for words. He adjusted his glasses as he walked over to what was supposed to be his arch-nemesis and sat next to him on the bed. “I-” the villain thought about his words carefully. What he says next could ultimately change everything if he so wished.

He could recruit them, but who would they fight? Would it be right to even lie to them like that? Why was he even questioning the morality of the situation? He was the villain, for crying out loud! He could be a non-stop evil machine! He could achieve even more than he already has. He could do anything he ever wanted!

But what did he even want?

“I guess you’re concussion has struck your memory… And here I thought you were completely alright or at least going to be… This is all my fault” All the sombre and sadness rushed right back.

“I’m sure it wasn’t your fault-” the once hero moved closer and softly rubbed the back of the villain’s back in small circles. The villain laughed at the comment.

“I see it hasn’t kicked your naivety. I liked that about you” they gave him a quick look before ultimately looking away. “You have no idea who I am or what I am capable of, not anymore, at least...” there was a long silence. A silence of contemplation. A silence of indecision. A silence of confusion and a flurry of mixed emotions.

“Perhaps we can get your memory back in due time, for now. Let’s get you some food. You’re probably starving! And very dehydrated!” the villain stands abruptly, making pace to the door. “Are you alright to get up?” The villain looks at him, and the hero thinks about it for a second.

“I think I’ll be alright, yes… But you didn’t answer my question. Who am I?” He replies, now sitting upright.

The villain stifles another laugh and beams a smile. “You are my hero.”

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for the friday the 13th requests, would you consider doing some ftm transformation/masculinization? or something with trickster mode and weight gain? preferably with jake on the receiving end of either of these!! your fics are like life fuel

Sorry it's so late! I didn't want to leave your idea unwritten, so hopefully I haven't left out anything you'd like in this. Please feel free to let me know what you think!

"Just stand still, I'll get you measured for your costume."

Jake shifted from foot to foot, but eventually did as Dirk had asked, holding still as Dirk took measurements and made notes. He didn't technically have to do any of that, but Jake was at least bright enough to notice if Dirk wasn't doing any of the things he was supposed to be doing.

Really, all he'd had to do after Jake had swallowed that candy was bide his time and say the right things.

"So! What kind of costume were you thinking of making for me?"

Dirk shrugged. "I haven't decided yet, these are just the basic measurements. But I was thinkin' maybe some sort of villain or henchman, play on your masculinity."

"…my masculinity?" Jake asked, clear scepticism in his voice. It wasn't unwarranted; with his smooth skin and lean build, Jake was about as masculine as Dirk himself, with an Adam's apple and not much else to show for it.

This was where Dirk would come in to sell it. "Yeah, obviously. With the right outfit, all your real tough guy features can come out and pull their weight."

"Stop pulling my leg and tell me what the real plan is, Dirk! I can't well pull off anything like what you're suggesting."

"No way, you definitely can." Here was where Dirk mentally crossed his fingers, hoping he'd given his preparations long enough to take hold, that Jake would be properly suggestible. Running one hand over Jake's arm, he said, "Like all this muscle you've got here, you've got those big brawny arms henchmen always have in movies."

Jake opened his mouth to protest, and Dirk worried he'd spoken too soon, but then he paused, a slight glaze coming across his features. "My… hm. What was that?"

"Your arms." As he spoke, Dirk felt the effects of his words; Jake's arms were swelling with new muscle, growing rounder and firmer as Dirk's hands could no longer find bone. "You look like you carry fridges for a living, man, how does that not fit the part? I mean, you're built all over, but they're definitely where most of it goes."

"Hm… hm, yes, I suppose you're right." Looking down at himself, Jake didn't blink at the change coming over his body, simply flexing one of his arms curiously. "They are rather big, aren't they?"

"Huge," Dirk agreed immediately, nodding as well. "I dunno why you aren't prouder of these things, they're really something."

"Yes, well." Jake literally puffed up with pride; the more he thought about himself the way Dirk implied, the more he resembled that implication. "I don't want to boast, you know, it'd be unsporting."

"Boast all you want, bro. You think people aren't jealous you've got all this hairy muscle on show all the time?" Dirk was laying it on thick, but he didn't care, focusing more on watching Jake's muscles begin to put strain on his shirtsleeves and the legs of his shorts, short hairs sprouting from previously smooth skin. "Definitely makes up for you puttin' on the pounds."

"Mm, what was that you said? I mustn't have heard it right, I thought you said-"

"-that you've been putting on weight, you heard right. You eat like someone twice your size, you're gonna start catching up to that. You think I didn't notice?" Dirk slapped Jake's currently-flat stomach, taking a moment to feel his abs before they went away.

What came next was out of Dirk's control in the best way possible. With that one thought inserted into Jake's self-image, the man began to pad out in almost every direction. He'd been growing taller already, shoulders broadening and his middle filling out, and all that height became easy ground for width and depth to take hold of him.

Jake's stomach curved out immediately, pushing out his singlet top until a large slice of fuzzy flab sagged in open air. His shorts grew tighter at the thighs as his legs gained some thickness, making up for the lack of new muscle that had settled there. His arms, while still visibly strong, lost some of their definition and gained a slight wobble as he continued to flex them curiously. Even his face softened, his previously-squared jaw rounding out as stubble bloomed across newly sagging cheeks. He was by no means obese, but Jake was definitely overweight now, and he'd stay that way if Dirk had any say in it.

"Er - now, hold on." Jake continued to frown at his jiggling arm, some lucidity entering his gaze again. "I don't think I recall looking like-"

"You're thinking too much." Dirk interrupted Jake without hesitation, cutting off the thought before it could cause any damage. "You shouldn't think about things this much, you aren't good at it."

"W-what?"

"Think less. Pay less attention. That's what I'm here for, I keep an eye on the small stuff so you don't have to bother."

This was a harder sell than what Dirk had said before, and it showed in Jake's continued frown, the way his body tensed as if resisting the suggestion. But Dirk leaned in, his slimmer hands groping Jake's thick arms and stroking through the new hair there, and he could see Jake's resolve dimming. "I suppose you've never steered me wrong before…"

"And I won't now. So stop trying to impress me with those big words, I know you've got not clue what half of those mean. You're the guy in charge, you just say what you feel."

"Yes… yeah, I do." Jake began to smile again, his eyes unfocusing as the concern left his expression. Dirk reached up and took the spectacles right off his face; they didn't look right on him any more, with so much less intelligence to light up his eyes. "Dunno why I ever bother with that crap, really."

"Neither do I," Dirk replied, tucking Jake's glasses away into his sylladex where they wouldn't prompt any difficult questions. "I got all your measurements by the way."

"Huh?" Jake barely turned his head towards Dirk, still watching himself flex idly.

"We're done here. You can go push shit around in the basement or whatever you do all day, I'll make your costume in time for Halloween."

"My… oh! I forgot about that," Jake explained, as if Dirk couldn't have guessed. "Thanks for doing all that, I really just don't care for that fiddly shit."

"You're still talking too much." Dirk might have been pushing his luck, but the power he had over Jake in that moment was compelling, and he pushed without hesitation. "It's easier to talk to you when you don't talk back."

Jake opened his mouth to respond, then paused, the words clearly fleeing him. He stood in place for a moment, and Dirk wondered if he'd have to repeat himself, but eventually Jake responded with a simple, "mmh," and began to trudge away.

No sign was left of the person Jake had been before Dirk's suggestions got in his head; physically, emotionally, not to mention his personality. He looked like an older, more rugged, less sensitive version of himself, the kind of man that belonged in the rough climates Jake had grown up in. His steps thudded through the house as Jake went off to find something simple to occupy himself with, and Dirk let himself feel accomplished for a minute before returning his attention to his work.

Jake looked the part now, but Dirk still had to come up with a perfect costume for him at the Halloween party.

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You wrote it ages ago but could you write a 4th part to Caught You?? The story is SO good and it gives me whumperflies!!!

So so sorry this took so long! Thank you for the request I needed motivation to continue this! ^^

Since this one is so short I will probably make another part as well in the near future.

part 1 part 2 part 3

TW: Restraints, conditioning through manipulation

The cold had started to leave them after Whumper came, brushing away shivers with their soft fingertips. Interrupting the stale smell of the basement with the smell of rain and lavender. Currently they were being held in Whumper's lap, their shackled wrists folded neatly in front of them on the floor. After being chained for what had been almost a month now, their wrists were red. Not that Whumpee had struggled that much. No, Whumper had visited them enough to keep the panic at bay, even if barely. Though sometimes the silence and restraint got to them.

A hand was placed on their head, making the poor thing flinch, pushing themself into Whumper more than they had already been. Whumper giggled above them. "You've been so well behaved this month, love. I'm proud of you." Petting was Whumpee's favorite. Whumper could knead out any discomfort on Whumpee's body with the touch of their warm fingertips.

It had been difficult sleeping on the floor. The mattress Whumper had given them was thin and old, leaving them with sore, tired muscles. Whumper would offer to sleep with them, but Whumpee definitely didn't like the idea of using Whumper as some sort of pillow. A complete stranger. But it was better than concrete.

"I think you've earned my trust. What do you think, Whumpee dear?" Whumpee's head perked up at the thought. Trust meant they'd be able to take the shackles off, right? Their head was pushed back down into Whumper's lap. "Permission to speak, love. Tell me, do think I can trust you to roam the basement on your own?"

"Y-yes! Please, Whum-" They froze. They'd never had to address Whumper before. "Erm, please, I'll behave so well. It would make me so, so happy. I would be so grateful."

The other hummed delightfully, the sound filling Whumpee's body with warm vibrations. "You're so adorable. My little Whumpee, all excited." More head pats. Whumpee's face was a canvas of pure joy. "I'll undo the chains in a little while. And if you prove to me that you can behave I'll show you the room I've prepared for us."

Whumpee had never seen the house or even the rest of the basement before. If Whumpee found something they weren't supposed to, or got lost. How could Whumper be so sure they should even be allowed upstairs?

"What's the matter, love?" Whumpee was safe. If they just kept themself pressed close, Whumper would have to stay with them to keep them safe. "I've got you. Whumpee. Talk to me." Tears began to form in their eyes. It was stupid to be this scared of freedom. Whumpee had once had an entire life outside of Whumpers house. It had only been a month. So why did the idea of going back scare them so badly? "Whumpee."

"I don't think you can trust me, Whumper. What if I mess up? I don't want to mess up. I don't want to be bad." They buried their head further into Whumper. "I'm scared, Whumper."

They could feel Whumper moving their hands in front of them. They could hear it too, the chains jangling against each other. One second the familiar weight was tight around their wrist, and the next it was clattering to the ground. "I trust you, Whumpee. It's okay. I will help you if something goes wrong. I'm so proud of you, love. Now, don't cry. Let's go look at our room, alright?"

Their tears were wiped away and they were scooped up into the others arms. Lifted up so gently that Whumpee felt weightless. At this point, they probably were.

Whumpee nodded into Whumpers chest as they were carried up the basement stairs. "Alright."

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My next oneshot is finally here!

This is the first fetish fic I've ever finished and shared about Casino AU Eggman after only sharing two general ones so far, so this is exciting. :D Also my first time sharing any writing at all in fic form for Zobotnik!

Short summary of events: Casino Eggman gets caught eating something he shouldn't by Zobotnik and he decides to 'punish' him for it with an intense stuffing session by 'forcing' him to eat way more and there's lots of teasing.

Just a warning- this has harsher teasing, force feeding aspects, and more intense fantasies involved because Casino Eggman is really into that to a more extreme degree than modern Eggman.

I got really excited and carried away writing this one and it's definitely one of my new favorites I've shared so far. 😍💜 I really hope you enjoy! Any feedback and opinions at all would be very appreciated. Thank you all for reading and supporting my stuff 💖

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It was the middle of the night and Casino Eggman was trying to move as carefully and quietly as he could. He was sneaking around in the dark with one very greedy goal in mind that motivated each daring step. He took and he held and supported his big belly and lightly rubbed and patted it as he crept. He was still pretty full from his huge dinner not too long ago but he couldn't sleep just yet because he had cravings he couldn't ignore.

When he set foot inside the kitchen , he immediately headed for the pantry and grabbed a pack of chocolate chip cookies, hoping they would do the trick. He waddled over the fridge to pour himself a tall glass of milk while trying his best not to linger there long enough to let a certain something else in there catch his eye. He set the cookies and milk down on the table and took a seat. His large belly was greatly proceeding him already and he had to sit further back for room but realizing this certainly wasn't going to stop him.

He hummed softly in delight as he immediately got to shoving the cookies into his mouth. He got really into it fast as he was soon stuffing them in, multiple at once, cheeks full, and crumbs landing on his big chest and belly. He had been desperate but felt better the more he ate, so once he started he couldn't stop, proving how desperate the cravings were. They were pretty big cookies but it didn't slow him down and he loved gulping the cold milk and feeling it refresh him and fill up his belly some more too.

While eating so fast and eagerly as if he were starved, he already felt like a greedy fatass for this late night snack that he certainly didn't need after how stuffed he was after dinner and all the dessert he'd forced in. It still hadn't fully digested but it made his belly feel even better when he topped it back up. He was addicted to the heavier bloated feeling that made him look and feel even bigger, especially after he'd been growing even more lately.

He accidentally finished the whole pack much sooner than expected to but it didn't take him very long these days. He had to pour himself a second glass of milk to wash it down and felt his stomach expand some more. When the glass clinked on the counter again, a small burp escaped him as he patted his belly but it was rather strained due to the thick milk. Those cookies were what he was supposed to settle for and eat instead, to help him feel too full to eat what he was really craving and hopefully lose his appetite.

But there was a big problem with that, he was Casino Eggman, there was no such thing as losing appetite, ignoring cravings, and being too full to keep going. It was foolish to expect the impossible. He couldn't stop thinking about the strawberry cake his boyfriend Boom Eggman had made for him and modern Eggman to eat and still licked his lips at the thought. He knew he shouldn't but he was too greedy for his own good, his belly and urges always won in the end.

Boom Eggman had tried to keep the cake a secret as he knew Casino Eggman would beg for it immediately but it was supposed to be a gift for later. But he quickly found out when modern Eggman couldn't keep quiet about it and he hadn't been wrong to expect him to become desperate and impatient. After that, he'd tried to make his dinner and dessert bigger in hopes of filling him up enough to forget it and go to bed but here he was now, back in the kitchen.

When it was time for bed, he had told Boom Eggman to head to the bedroom without him because he had to work overtime. Boom Eggman failed to see anything suspicious in it because he figured it would take him a while to finish up work, using the bathroom to brush his teeth, change into his pajamas or undress, and maybe get a hot chocolate or glass of strawberry milk like he always enjoyed before coming to bed. But really he had a plan and never even began to get ready, he just stayed in his clothes and waited.

He slyly waited long enough so when he finally peered through the bedroom door, his boyfriend was fast asleep. He looked so cute and peaceful, he wished he could kiss his forehead and whisper goodnight but it would risk waking him. He couldn't join him because he couldn't stop thinking about that cake, it was starting to drive him crazy and he at least needed to eat something else to make it stop. Maybe his dinner just wasn't enough, even though he still felt a bit full.

Now he realized his silly little plan wasn't working. Even after downing those cookies and filling milk, his mouth was still watering at the thought of sinking his teeth into the delicious soft sweet slices of the cake. He couldn't take it anymore, a fatass like him just couldn't handle attempting to exercise any amount of restraint, he would always inevitably give in to his appalling desperate urges in the end. He couldn't take it anymore, he hit his limit and gave in to the urge.

It took effort to lift his heavy body but he hoisted himself up from the seat and waddled to the fridge. All he could think about was the cake and how he couldn't help but enjoy the way his heavy belly spilled over the waistband of his beltless pants, how it was squished against his suspenders, and the way it jiggled with each step. He wondered how it would feel after getting a couple of slices in there. He gave in to temptation and opened the door to the fridge.

"Hellooo beautiful!" He grinned wide at the sight of the big strawberry and vanilla cake. He wiggled his fingers in anticipation before snatching it up.

His boyfriend Boom Eggman was so talented, it looked beautiful and he could tell he always put a lot of love into it in both presentation and taste. It was so big, thick, and inviting, there was no way he could wait until tomorrow to eat it. He licked his lips as he grabbed hold and placed it on the countertop, then took a big knife out the block.

"Just a couple of slices won't hurt... I'm sure they'll understand..." He tried to assure himself as he began to cut the first slice. He could hesitate only slightly before shoving the first slice into his mouth.

"Mmmhh... So delicious!" He couldn't help but moan softly as his teeth sank into the soft cake. He was very pleased to find it tasted as amazing as it looked and how he'd imagined it to be non-stop until he gave in, he had no doubts when it was made by his boyfriend. It was so sweet, soft, creamy, and rich, it made him close his eyes and moan in delight.

He finished that slice in no time at all as he shoved the whole remaining half into his mouth shortly after. The feeling of it sliding down his throat with a big swallow felt so good but also so wrong as he knew he wasn't supposed to be doing this, modern and Boom Eggman weren't going to be happy. But he still had to suck the cream off his fingers because it was that good.

"Alright, just one more." He promised himself as confidently as he could while pretending he didn't realize he was cutting a rather generous larger second slice, so he could feel a bit better about it instead of cutting three separate ones.

Still, he stuffed as much in at once as possible and sighed into the huge mouthful as even more of the heavenly sweetness hit his taste buds at once when the larger slice filled his big mouth. It was overwhelmingly pleasurable to the point it was rather arousing as he twitched a little in excitement. The food that Boom Eggman made him always managed to do that for him.

"What do you think you're doing?" A deep gruff voice suddenly called out from the doorway.

"Mmff?" Casino Eggman's eyes widened and he halted, fat cheeks full of cake while mid-bite of shoving the rest in. He was immediately busted before he had the chance to react and attempt to hide it at all, caught red handed in his desperately greedy situation.

He shyly brought himself to look over to see Zobotnik standing there, wearing nothing but boxers and a tank top. He couldn't help but notice how tight the top looked and the way it clinged to his abs, and the way his dick was clearly visible pressed against the thin material of his boxers. His heart began to race and he wasn't sure if it was from the shock of being caught, the sight of him looking like that, or both.

He swallowed all that was in his mouth with a big nervous gulp.

"Oh uhhmm... I was just, uhhh. Ehehe..." He quickly gave up and trailed off because trying to explain himself was pointless, everyone knew he was a fatass that couldn't help himself around food and there were no excuses whether he'd been caught with a huge mouthful or not, nobody could believe his lies.

"Stuffing your face at this hour, not long after dinner too? What's the matter, was it seriously not big enough for you?" Zobotnik tutted and tried to keep the knowing smile off his face.

He'd seen how stuffed to the gills Casino Eggman had seemed after his bigger dinner and dessert earlier and how he'd asked to have his belly rubbed because it was so immensely full after he'd eaten every last bite. But clearly, as soon as he felt a little less full and bloated, he'd made his way to the kitchen to eat even more.

"No... I'm definitely full enough, I was just really looking forward to eating this and I couldn't help myself." Casino Eggman admitted and quickly started to worry about how the other Eggmen would react when they found out. It would be even worse if Zobotnik told them he was caught red handed!

"Please don't wake up the other Eggmen and tell them..." He clasped his hands together and pleaded, fluttering his naturally pretty eyelashes in a desperate attempt to charm him out of it.

"I won't but they're not going to be very happy about this... Now that you've started, you better eat up all this big delicious cake to hide the evidence." He came up beside him and picked up the knife to cut a much bigger third slice for him.

"All of it? Oh no, I told you I'm already full enough, I was just gonna eat a couple of sli- mmff!"

He was cut off by him shoving the third slice into his mouth. There was nothing he could do but bite off more than half of the slice at once and chew it up.

"That's yummy, isn't it?" Zobotnik cooed as he watched him heavily swallow as if it were a struggle.

"Mmhhh, yes sir." Casino Eggman still moaned at the wonderful taste. It was so sweet and creamy and it had him smacking his lips to savor it. He would definitely keep eating more of this if he could but he felt too full to eat the whole thing!

"You better keep eating, then." Zobotnik said as he cut him another large slice, acting as if he'd never heard him say he was too full and couldn't handle it all. He didn't have a choice, he was going to eat all of this now.

"I will but I'm not sure if I can eat a- mmm!"

The next slice was shoved in before he could finish speaking again. The sound of his little groan get muffled by the big mouthful he'd shoved in was gratifying to Zobotnik.

"You can and you will. Now instead of moving your mouth to talk, you should be using it to chew."

He didn't do soft encouragement like the other Eggmen, he demanded it and wanted full control over what he eats and how much. Seeing Casino Eggman obediently chew and swallow for him despite his complaints, instead of putting up a fight or spitting it out, really did something for him.

But Casino Eggman clearly still wasn't on the same page. "Alright, no more now. I love it but I'm full enough and I'm gonna feel bad if I eat it all when it's meant to be a gift for me and the other Eggman."

Four pretty big slices were more than enough, so Casino Eggman lifted his hand to push away the tray of cake and stop him from feeding him any more. He wanted to show at least some restraint, he'd already gone too far and realized he needed to say he was done, instead of letting it happen like Zobotnik was all too eager to.

But he didn't expect Zobotnik's big strong hand to grab his wrist and pin it down easily. He couldn't raise his other hand fast enough to stop him from shoving yet another slice into his mouth. His eyes widened at the force and how aggressive it seemed and how he really had no choice but to keep eating when his mouth was too full to speak. He was being forced!

"I told you, you're going to eat all of it. If you're going to act like a greedy fatty by sneaking cake, you're going to keep eating like one." Zobotnik said with a stern tone as he glared at him with his icy blue eyes. As a Warden, he was very skilled and experienced in being dominant and intimidating.

It made Casino Eggman realize just how serious he was about making him eat the entire thing. He was both nervous and flustered by the harsh stare he gave him and tried to pretend he wasn't a little turned on by him taking control like this. Maybe acting up a bit would be fun, to see how harsh he could get. With that, he was beginning to lose focus of the real reason he was supposed to be refusing.

But this was his chance to see what would happen, as five large slices were definitely enough and he needed to stop. He was really starting to feel it sitting in his stomach with the entire pack of cookies and milk that Zobotnik didn't know he'd downed before this. He lightly squished his belly with his palm and a deep burp escaped him.

"*Brrruuurrrrp!* Okay, that's it. I'm really finished. No more." He huffed at the little relief the burp gave him as his belly was becoming firm and bloated again after those cookies and slices of cake and it felt like he had a lot more gas in there.

"You definitely wouldn't have stopped at two or even five slices if I hadn't walked in. I know that one way or another, you would've eaten this whole thing." The more he seemed to want to stop, the more Zobotnik wanted him to keep going because he knew that deep down, he wanted it too.

"I really can't eat any more, it's not right... Please." Casino Eggman tried to give him his best pleading puppy dog eyes to see if that would be enough to make him stop.

Zobotnik just chuckled and cheekily shoved in another slice.

He loved how he could hear the sound of his muffled whimper behind the mouthful but he still didn't stop chewing because he didn't know how and he wanted it really. Casino Eggman's mouth was so full that he had no choice but to chew fast and gulp down big lumps before he could choke but he knew it felt good.

He shoved in the other half of that large slice before he could finish the first. His fat face was covered in cream and strawberry sauce and his clothes were stained and covered in crumbs but he ate so fast and heavily swallowed lumps of under-chewed cake.

Zobotnik loved seeing him eat like he was starved, despite claiming to be too full before. His round cheeks were still full of more food and his plump belly was getting even fuller with every swallow.

"That's more like it! That's how a real fatass eats, messy and gross with a big stuffed belly in his lap. It really shows desperate and greedy you are. Now come on, let's get this finished faster." Zobotnik was very pleased that he was really into it but new he could do even better than that.

"I can't eat any- *buurrrrp* more..." Casino Eggman whispered weakly, as if he knew there was no point in saying it. His stomach was so firm and full, he didn't feel like there was enough room for any more.

"It needs more? Well, I can give you more."

Casino Eggman didn't expect Zobotnik to grab the back of his head and shove his face down into the cake.

"Eat." Zobotnik demanded and held him down in a strong grip.

Casino Eggman had no choice but to eat into the cake hands free like an animal, licking up cream and taking huge fast bites. He groaned as his stuffed belly managed to expand some more but he couldn't stop. Zobotnik rubbed his big belly under the table for him with his free hand to try to encourage him to keep eating, while his other hand was still on the back of his head.

Zobotnik leaned in so his face was beside his on the countertop and whispered into his ear while he ate. "Yeaaahhh that's it, you know you want it. You look like a fat greedy pig eating from a trough! What a fucking fatass. Don't stop, let this fat greedy belly get fuller and fuller like you really want it to. You need this to get fatter, it's going to help you get massive!"

Casino Eggman moaned deeply at the words and ate into the cake even faster. He couldn't help it, Zobotnik's low sexy voice whispering such dirty things into his ear, the way he rubbed his fat stuffed belly, the way his strong muscular arm shoved and firmly held his head down into the cake, and just how delicious it was felt amazing.

A big boner was throbbing hard in his too tight pants as he just kept eating, getting completely lost in the pleasure and desire to please his boyfriend. He thought about how all the calories would make him even fatter as he swallowed it all down. His belly was straining so hard against his shirt and he was surprised the buttons hadn't popped yet but they were pretty tough. He was surprised that he hadn't popped too, as he was so full.

It wasn't easy to get much air into his lungs with his face shoved into a cake and the non-stop eating. The second Zobotnik heard him gasp too hard, he finally let go of the grip on his head and let him come back up for a breather because he didn't want him to suffocate. He looked so adorable with his face covered in cream and strawberry sauce. He licked what he could off his mouth and Zobotnik used a cloth to help him clean the rest off.

Casino Eggman's head tipped back and he was panting as heavily as he could to refill his lungs with air. His round belly was bulging out in front of him and it felt so big. It certainly looked it too and Zobotnik placed a hand on it to feel how stuffed it was.

"Did you enjoy that, fatty?" Zobotnik asked as he smiled down at him.

"*Uughhuuurrrp!* Yeah... I'm sooo full." Casino Eggman was still a little dazed from the shock of his sudden move of slamming his face into the cake and the excitement of eating as fast as he could. He clutched his huge belly and moaned.

"Heheh, that's what I like to hear. Well you did a pretty good job but you're still not done. Just one more slice! Now open your mouth reeealll wide for me."

Zobotnik was pleased to see that he immediately obeyed and opened his mouth. This was clearly more than one slice worth, it was just a huge chunk but he was going to shove it all in. His wide jaw was as far as it could open and it was still a challenge for all of it to be stuffed into his mouth and it was hard to close it.

His cheeks were bulging full of cake when he finally shut his mouth around it and chewed it up. Zobotnik chuckled at how cute and silly he looked as he tried to chew as hard as he could, giving his jaw quite the work out. He swallowed as much as fast as he could and Zobotnik immediately offered a glass of strawberry milk to wash it down easier.

"*Buuurrrp!* Excuse me." Casino Eggman breathed a small sigh of relief as he was finally able to relax after swallowing the last bite and managed to work up a burp.

"Does that feel good, having the whole cake sitting in your belly? Just think about it, that whole wide thick cake, packed into this big fat belly." Zobotnik motioned towards the empty tray and then patted his big round belly. It felt so firm and full and he loved the small groan that escaped him at the slightest contact.

"Ohhh, It feels so good. So much cake in my big belly... *Uurrrrp.*" He was in disbelief at how much he'd eaten despite his big dinner and dessert not too long ago. His stomach wasn't just topped back up again after that, it was even fuller and more bloated than before.

"But the other Eggman made that for the second Eggman too but you ate it all by yourself. What are they going to think about that, hmmm?" Zobotnik smiled slyly. This is exactly how he wanted him to start thinking about the consequences of his actions.

"You're right, I shouldn't have done that, it was greedy and selfish. Ohhh I'm so naughty..." He started to feel a bit guilty, as if he hadn't just been forced to eat it all. But it was still his fault for sneaking down here in the first place and thinking he could resist the temptation.

And at the same time, the guilt excited him too. Especially when he thought about how he was fed such a big dinner and dessert to stop him from wanting this cake and it had failed because now the whole thing was somehow packed into his belly, even after that full pack of cookies. Fuck, he was so greedy.

"You didn't eat all your donuts in your office today?"

The question abruptly snapped Casino Eggman out of his thoughts. Zobotnik was motioning towards the pack of donuts in the corner of the kitchen that he had somehow forgotten about, or else he would've eaten those instead of the cookies.

"Well, six was enough when I'm constantly full from all the big meals our boyfriend makes me three times or more a day." Casino Eggman was quick to defend himself because he didn't want to seem like he'd been losing his appetite.

"But that's only half of them! You can do way better. And you don't like it when they lose their freshness, do you?" It didn't matter what Casino Eggman said, Zobotnik wasn't happy with him leaving any of them after never seeing him fail to clear a single of his daily dozen before.

"No but it's okay, they can go in the fridge." Casino Eggman could tell what he was getting at but he was hoping he could excuse himself.

"But they might not taste as good then and make you want to throw them away. You don't want them to go waste, do you?" Zobotnik raised a brow and tried to hide a smirk. He wasn't going to let him go to bed without eating them.

"No, but I'm full enough already... I really don't want any more right now." Casino Eggman finally admitted, though it was a little shameful because he rarely said he didn't want to keep eating.

"Nonsense, this fatty needs more donuts and you don't want to disappoint me. Eat up." Zobotnik grabbed the first donut and pushed it against his lips.

"Yes, sir..." Casino Eggman submitted and opened his mouth to take the first bite.

There was a reason he ate so many daily, the sweet strawberry pink icing was simply addictive. The second type was powdered sugar donuts full of sugary strawberry jam, he loved sinking his teeth into the squishy dough and feeling the jam spill out onto his tongue. He couldn't help but moan through the big mouthfuls.

"That's it, you love it and you want more. It's not like you to leave donuts, you need to keep up with eating a full pack daily no matter how big your meals and I'm going to make sure of it." He felt very accomplished, seeing one after another disappear into his overstuffed belly because of him.

"It might be too much..." Casino Eggman mumbled after another big forceful gulp of under-chewed donut.

"There's no such thing as too much for you. You need to eat more, you haven't had nearly enough." With the way Zobotnik ignored every plea and his reluctance, one would think he genuinely believed there was no limit for him. There was no going easy on him, giving him no choice but to obey his every word was what he found the hottest.

"Now repeat the truth."

"It's not enough... I need to keep eating."

"That's better."

With that, he pushed the fourth donut in and he managed to stomach it all. But he felt the ache set deep in his abdomen as it tried to expand to make room.

"Urrmmghh..." He groaned at the brief moment of slight pain.

"What now?" Zobotnik asked. He he was getting rather impatient with his constant pauses.

"Getting way too full." Casino Eggman whispered, not expecting him to actually consider it so he didn't bother emphasizing it. But his stomach was packed full and bulging, it was obvious how overfed it was and nobody could blame him for wanting to stop there.

But of course Zobotnik wouldn't consider or allow it as he gave the exact response he expected. "There's no way you are, not with a huge belly like this!"

He made him drink more milk, then quickly shoved the fifth donut in when Casino Eggman opened his mouth to pant and moan. He put his hand under his chin and forced his strong jaw shut. It took strength to do that and Casino Eggman found the subtle display of strength hot. He closed his eyes as he sank his teeth into the last donut.

As much as he'd attempted to refuse to keep going, he still felt very accomplished when he looked over to the now empty pack and thought about how his belly was now full of them. He usually always felt that sense of pride after clearing them all. He thought he wouldn't get there today but Zobotnik made it possible, even after that big cake.

"Such a good boy. Now all the donuts are right where they belong." Zobotnik patted his belly and felt pride of his own for helping him pack every donut away into his fat bloated gut. A big pleased smile was on his face and it was contagious to Casino Eggman as he smiled too.

He didn't expect Zobotnik to suddenly walk over to the refrigerator after that. He pulled open the freezer compartment, took something out, and returned to his side. "Now it's time for a fun little bonus, a tub of strawberry and vanilla ice cream!"

"I can't! Ohh I can't... My tummy is sooo full..." Casino Eggman was in shock and disbelief. Was he ever going to be finished eating? When was he planning to stop?

"If you don't like it, you can consider this your punishment for being greedy and eating all the cake that was supposed to be for both you and the other Eggman." Zobotnik could see the surprise in his expression and it just turned him on even more, a grin spreading across his face.

It wasn't often that fatties like Casino Eggman would be surprised by a large amount of food, it took a seriously immense amount when his daily intake was huge already. He loved knowing he was helping him improve it even further by making him eat even more than he was used to.

It was definitely working as he managed to keep making him eat more, even after he was only planning on a couple of slices of that cake, he'd managed to make him eat the whole thing and six donuts after. He was going to make sure he got this ice cream in too.

Casino Eggman couldn't argue, not when the spoon separated his lips and the first spoonful was shoved down his throat. At least it would be easier because he didn't need to chew and all he had to do was swallow - at first. It quickly became difficult as his belly was getting way too firm and bloated. Zobotnik could feel it as he rubbed his belly while feeding him. It was so firm and round and it took a lot to make his soft flabby belly of thick fat have barely any jiggle and give.

"That's it... If you really want to impress me, you'll keep eating." Zobotnik was so horny now too, his own hard cock throbbing in his boxers. He loved having complete and total control over another man like this, he loved forcing him to eat more just like he used to do to himself when he was fat too.

"Baby please, I'm way too full." Casino Eggman interrupted Zobotnik's thoughts with yet another pointless plea.

"No, you say 'yes, sir.' You are going to eat all this ice cream." Zobotnik was way too excited to let him stop now, his tone excited and urging.

"Yes, sir..."

He was fed spoonful after spoonful and he just kept swallowing. The rubs Zobotnik continued to give his belly, the encouragement and demands he kept whispering into his ear, and the feeling of his hard on poking him in the belly kept him eating because he liked how it was exciting him too. He realized it was now entirely about pleasing his boyfriend alone and he couldn't deny that he was into it, he loved to submit.

But when he opened his eyes and looked down into the tub to realize how much was still left, he decided he wasn't going to be able to finish it all. "It's too much..." He sighed breathlessly.

"Too good? I can tell you're loving it and that's why you need to keep going." Of course Zobotnik was just going to twist his words like that.

Casino Eggman reached the point where he was ready to beg. "I'm sorry sweetheart but I really can't eat any more, please I need to sto-"

"You keep forgetting who you're talking to. I'm not like your other sweet boyfriend that lets you choose, I'm the big strong warden in control that decides how much you eat and when you get to stop. You agreed to do this with me and you're going to do as I say. You will eat this." Zobotnik sounded cross but Casino Eggman's hesitation and pleas were actually a part of the fun to him, he loved being so dominant and force-feeding him more.

"But there's gotta be a *uurrrp* limit eventually, right? Y-you can't just feed me until I explode!" Casino Eggman really started to sound worried, he genuinely felt like he was going to burst.

"You want these tits, belly, and ass to get bigger, don't you? I'm trying to help. To make good progress, you need to eat way more than you're comfortable with. But you know you love this and you want your belly to be bigger so you can eat even more. You'll thank me later." Zobotnik really just wanted to feed him into the fattest blob, he couldn't control the strong desire to help make him as fat as he could.

"H-how much bigger am I gonna get?" Casino Eggman blushed and was sweating nervously at this point.

"Much bigger than this. Sure, you say you need to stop soon but you know you can't help yourself. You want it and I want to see it too." Zobotnik's mind was going to very dirty places as he pictured making Casino Eggman gain far past the limit he'd set for himself.

"Oh fuck... I'm going to get absolutely huge..." That was all Casino Eggman could say before another spoonful was pushed in.

"You've been dreaming of this, haven't you? A big handsome strong muscular hunk like me, overfeeding a huge blubbery greedy fatass like you until you feel like your enormous stuffed belly is about to burst." Zobotnik smirked as he flexed his strong muscular biceps and then patted Casino Eggman's stuffed belly.

"Uughh, y-yes... It's been my fantasy since I was a boy. I'm finally living the dream." Casino Eggman's cock twitched at the thought. All those years of fantasizing and it was really happening and was somehow hotter and more intense than he'd ever imagined.

"Now you've become a big fat extremely obese gainer who has a hot bodybuilder stud of a feeder like me that wants to help you grow."

"Ohh I love it..."

"Exactly, you asked for this, so I'm giving it to you. Now open up." Zobotnik lifted up another heaped spoonful.

"Mmm..." As much as he'd enjoyed this, he really felt he'd had his fill so he kept his mouth shut.

"I said, open up. Say 'ahh."  Zobotnik loved the power he felt while giving orders he had to obey.

Zobotnik growled the words into his ear and it sent a shiver down his spine that excited him even more. He found it hot when he was demanding.

"Aaahhh~" Casino Eggman dropped his jaw obediently again and let him push the next spoonful in.

"Good boy."

Being called a good boy every time really kept him going. He loved submitting to him completely and being praised for it. He wanted to do everything he could to please, it was always so worth it for him.

Another corner of the tub was cleared. With how far he'd gotten, Zobotnik could definitely see him finishing this last half. Only one more corner to go but it was the hardest challenge for Casino Eggman when he was this heavily stuffed full.

"Ohh baby, I'm stuffed! *Buuurrrp* I really feel like I'm gonna explode..."

"It's sir. Keep eating, you're not finished but you're close."

"Sorry, sir- mmf."

He gave up with the hints with a breathless defeated sigh and forced himself swallow faster. It worked and he kept up the pace as Zobotnik shoved in more and more. His stomach was filling up, swelling up even further than he thought was possible. He felt the arousal surge through him as he kept going and muffled moans escaped him.

"Has that part of loving to overeat and be fat finally taken over? That's the kind of big fatty I like to see, so lost in pleasure and greediness that he stops worrying about how full he is and just gives in to his desires." Zobotnik had reached his goal, he loved seeing him in this total greedy fat slob state, no longer thinking about how full he is as he kept mindlessly gulping down more.

Casino Eggman was totally lost in the pleasure and desperation to finish it. Zobotnik shoved the spoonfuls in so fast and he kept accepting them, it trickled from his mouth, ran down his chin, and went all over his shirt but he still didn't slow down.

Zobotnik loved how messy he was and the sounds of his tiny breathless sighs, weak moans, and the way his stomach gurgled from overfullness. He loved it when he really looked and sounded so full too and it made him think about how much food his poor stomach was holding in there now.

"Aww, did I overfeed my precious fatty too much? Is he struggling?" He couldn't help but coo teasingly. He could no longer hide how much he was loving this, managing to overfeed a greedy fatass with a huge appetite past the limit was an exciting challenge and he was proud of succeeding.

He had refused to acknowledge Casino Eggman's pleas and hints at being too full for so long that when he finally acknowledged that he'd fed him way too much, he didn't want to admit he was too full anymore. He'd given up on trying to care and gave in to his desires to mindlessly gorge, no matter how tightly packed full his stomach was getting.

His stomach was starting to gurgle in protest and trying to tell him he'd had enough but it felt amazing. His belly was sitting heavily between his legs, bulging out in front of him, greatly proceeding him with all his fat squishing against the desk. He felt so huge and fat and he loved it too much, he was almost ashamed but the pleasure clouding his thoughts always won in the end.

So instead of agreeing with Zobotnik in the chance he might finally stop there, something snapped inside of him instead. "Mmmhh, so delicious... More!"

"What was that?" Zobotnik raised his brow, unable to believe his ears at first.

"Ohhh, please feed me more!" Casino Eggman pleaded with a big smile on his face.

He was excited to keep going, keep forcing more food in regardless of what his stomach and his previous rational thoughts were trying to tell him. Now he chose to ignore them and give in to his true desires, just like Zobotnik did.

Zobotnik was pleasantly surprised and smiled too. He was glad his little plan had worked. "That's it, I love it when you beg me for more like the fatass you really are."

He shoved more spoonfuls into his mouth before he could change his mind and he didn't for a while, he had a boost of motivation to push himself and he tried his very hardest. But he eventually slowed down and then had to stop, panting as heavily as he could for breath.

"*BURRRP.* Definitely had enough now." He was really starting to feel how difficult of a time his stomach was having at containing all of this when it couldn't stretch any tighter now.

"Oh come on, you're not giving up after all that. How about you drink the rest? I know you can do it, fatties as big as you don't stop here." Zobotnik wasn't going to let him stop no matter what, this felt way too good and he was sure he felt the same really.

He dropped the spoon and brought the tub to his lips instead, tipping his head back with it and holding his head there with his other hand to make him gulp down the melted ice cream. He needed few second breaks in between to wash it down with milk but he didn't once let go of his head as he alternated between the two. He was very pleased when it was all gone.

"See? I knew you could do it." Zobotnik grinned as he showed him the empty tub. It wasn't huge but it was still rather big and he'd swallowed every last bit of it thanks to him.

"Oohhh... M-my tummy..." Casino Eggman whispered softly. He couldn't believe how stuffed he was, it put him in a bit of a daze.

Zobotnik had been contemplating whether he should make his next move for a while but his arousal made him go through with it in the end. He might as well go all the way with making one of his fantasies come true tonight, especially after getting this far.

Casino Eggman didn't even realize he'd left the table to do something and was surprised when he suddenly spoke out from the corner of the room.

"You need to make sure you get as many extra calories as you can, so as much of this can turn into fat as possible. You should wash it down with a shake."

He turned around to reveal a full pitcher of special made weight gain shake and Casino Eggman's eyes immediately widened as it snapped him out of his dozy stuffed state and realized the reality of the situation.

"Oh no... I'm so stuffed, that's way too much for me to handle right now! Seriously, I don't think I can stomach that."

"Oh, you will."

Of course when he brought it to his lips, he couldn't resist.

As his stomach became swollen and bloated even further, he really expected to burst but he had to keep swallowing the thick shake. Zobotnik clearly loved the sounds of his heavy struggling gulps and muffled moans as he poured it down his throat and rubbed his belly to keep him going. He was so stuffed and complaining, yet still gulping it down as if his life depended on it. And it kind of did, considering that he'd choke if he stopped.

The buttons on his shirt that had been clinging on for dear life finally popped and shot across the room. First, the lowest over his wide bloated middle flew off, then followed the rest as his fat belly burst through it fast. A gasp and moan escaped him as his packed full belly jutted and his fat spilled outwards all the way when it was freed.

He really realized how fat he was getting when he managed to burst out of a huge shirt, the kind that could be wrapped around his boyfriend Boom Eggman multiple times and used as a blanket by him, yet he'd managed to pop the buttons. He shouldn't have been so pleased by that.

Zobotnik was just as pleased and didn't pull the pitcher away, he held it there until he'd drank it all and Casino Eggman just kept gulping, despite his huge bare belly now spilling into his lap.

When it was finally pulled away, he tried to pant for air but he could only take shallow breaths when his stomach was so heavy and tight.

Zobotnik gave him a moment but there was one last thing for him to do.

"You need to wash that down with the rest of this milk because of how thick it was." He pushed the neck of the carton of strawberry milk past his lips and made him drink the last of it.

A small whimper and deep moans could be heard as he pushed himself to finish as quickly as he could because he was so close now. He closed his eyes and anticipated swallowing down the last drop.

"Well you did it, it's all gone!" Zobotnik announced as he turned the carton upside down to find there wasn't a drop left.

Casino Eggman couldn't believe he was finally finished. Zobotnik had succeeded in forcing him to eat and drink every last bite and drop, despite saying he was too full ages ago.

"Ooofff... *Buurrruurrp!* Ohhh man, I'm s-sooo full!" He wasn't sure if he'd ever felt so fat, stuffed, bloated, and heavy in his life, aside from times he got carried away at the buffet. That same lazy stuffed to the maximum feeling was amazing.

"Weight gain shake and milk after a ton of dessert bloat you up so good. I'd love to see you drink a gallon of this stuff someday. I really enjoy watching your fat face chug it all down, making this fat belly swell up. You're so cute." Zobotnik teased him a lot but it was because he was so in love with him, he found it both hot and adorable.

"Thank you, heheh. I'm so stuffed and bloated. Ooh, I ate way too much." Casino Eggman was very happy about the compliment, it made him feel very loved and appreciated for his efforts, making it even more worth it.

"A whole cake, six donuts, a whole tub of ice cream, lots of milk, and a thick weight gain shake not long after dinner, all in this greedy fatty's belly because he just couldn't help himself. What a fatass!"

He made it sound like he didn't force him to eat all that when he'd only snuck down for a few bites of cake. But he was still the one greedy enough to waddle downstairs in the night to stuff his greedy belly with more. He didn't mind because he loved being blamed and made to think about how fat and greedy he was and how he was going to keep growing.

"And a full pack of cookies before you came down. *Buuurrrp.* Fuck..." Casino Eggman finally admitted he hadn't started with the two slices of cake that he'd also already eaten by the time he walked in.

"Really now? Ohh, you are a very greedy boy." This certainly pleased Zobotnik even more.

"I am... I can't believe I ate so much after dinner. The other Ivo made it big enough to try to stop me from eating the cake but here I am now with the whole thing and more squeezed in on after it. *Hic!*" Casino Eggman clutched his belly and moaned after the hiccup because the way his stomach jostled when it hardly had any give left hurt a little.

"Aww, look at the state of you. That cute fat face and food around your mouth, covered in crumbs and cream." Zobotnik cooed as he wiped it off his mouth with a napkin and then kissed him on the lips.

Casino Eggman felt great joy as their lips connected, his heart rate increased and he sighed dreamily. He felt so loved and proud of himself for making his boyfriend happy. The kisses were a wonderful reward.

"Now let's get you to bed. You need somewhere comfortable to rest when your belly is so full." Zobotnik announced.

Casino Eggman shifted the chair away from the table, clutched his belly, and leaned forward. It was so heavy, he could feel the weight of the food in his belly as it sagged forward. "Oof! I don't think I can move..."

"Come on, you can do it. You'll feel much better when you get into bed. I'll rub your belly as a reward if you do."

That pushed him to try harder and he managed to leave his seat and stand up. His belly felt so firm and fat as it proceeded him greatly even while standing. When it was expanded to the limit, he could only stand up with his back in a slanted position.

He was still holding his belly to support it as he tried to walk and groaned with every step. He was so immensely full and heavy, every movement was a challenge as he waddled and staggered and had to use one hand to grab onto things to help keep his balance.

"Hahaha, you can barely walk! Look at that pathetic waddle and how you have to hold your belly." Zobotnik laughed and teased, feeling very cheeky and pleased that he'd fed him into a state where he could hardly move and function.

"Hey, d-don't laugh and bully me like that..." Casino Eggman tried to look upset and insulted as he pouted and whimpered.

But the little moans under his breath between the panting and how he blushed told Zobotnik otherwise. Especially when his gaze lowered to see what was going on down there. He could get a good view of it when Casino Eggman's belly wasn't sagging as low while he was holding it, he was firmly packed full.

"You look like you're enjoying this from where I'm standing, you dirty old bastard. No wonder you really let yourself go, you love this."

He could see that big boner was straining against Casino Eggman's too-tight pants. He moaned deeply when Zobotnik suddenly rubbed his lower belly and grabbed and squeezed his hard cock through his pants.

"See, I told you." He smirked.

"Oohhh, I shouldn't love it so much." Casino Eggman felt he should feel ashamed but he couldn't help but love it. Knowing it was appalling and being teased for it excited him.

He was huffing and panting as heavily as he could despite his shallow labored breaths by the time he had slowly waddled and wobbled to the kitchen door. One would think that he had walked for hours but while his kitchen was large and luxurious like the rest of his mansion, it wasn't that big of a trip.

"Such a big fatty, all red-faced and out of breath. You're at your best true self when you're like this."

Zobotnik couldn't be more proud of stuffing him to the point his belly was expanded to the limit, his breathing was labored, and he struggled to move. It really did feel like this was how his boyfriend should always be. It made him want to stuff him even more often and make him much fatter.

"It feels great... But I can't do this without my cane and I left it upstairs. I didn't think I was going to be this full when I left the kitchen, hehe." He was still clutching onto the door frame and not having much more to hold on to in the travel to the elevator from here was going to be hard.

"I'll help you then. Hold on to me, I can handle you easily."

Zobotnik stood beside him as soon as he let go of the frame. Casino Eggman quickly put his hand on his boyfriend's back and chest to hold onto and lean against him for support. Of course, he couldn't help but admire and run his hands over his firm abs and much flatter stomach as they moved along.

"Oohh, my big strong handsome man~" He giggled and swooned as he was guided to the elevator.

"Told you I'm strong enough to let you lean against me like this."

"A gorgeous strong beefcake helping a fatass like me around. So dreamy! I'm so lucky."

"Heheh, I know."

They didn't let go of each other the entire trip. Eventually, they ended up in the spare bedroom of the mansion, so they wouldn't wake up Boom or modern Eggman and get him into trouble sooner.

It was a challenge to get onto the bed and Casino Eggman was still panting heavily but was relieved when he finally sank back into the soft pillows after all that hard effort.

"Ooofff... I really ate all that and I'm so full I couldn't walk properly. Are you proud?" He huffed for breath as deeply as he could handle as he got himself comfortable.

Zobotnik climbed up onto the bed and sat between his legs.

"I'm very proud of you. But eat these for me real quick."

He reached for the two chocolate bars and the few individually wrapped chocolates that he spotted on the bedside table and fed them to him slowly while kissing his cheek and rubbing his belly. Even after everything, Casino Eggman still obediently chewed and swallowed as he popped them into his mouth like they were nothing and his stomach gurgled even louder.

They tested his stomach's true limits once more and he succeeded once again at keeping it all down. He enjoyed it so much that he smacked his lips for the last of the taste when he was done.

Zobotnik was astonished. He had really gotten carried away when deciding those needed to go in his belly too but Casino Eggman had gotten even more carried away by eating them mindlessly and obediently.

"What a fucking fatass... This is pure gluttony. You really can't stop, can you? You would've let me keep pushing you into eating more until you exploded. You're lucky I've decided to stop here because it's certainly tempting."

"You're right, I'm out of control. I'm such a fatass. I just love eating so much..." Casino Eggman confessed with a giddy smile on his face. He'd taken it so far that he couldn't even feel guilty now, the immense pleasure he'd gotten from letting go and freely indulging had completely taken over.

"That's not difficult to tell. One look at his huge fat belly and everyone knows you got it by constantly engorging yourself like a pig." Zobotnik chuckled as he admired the sight of his bare fat belly spilling over the waistband of his underwear and gave it a pat.

"Hehehe, yeahhh... *uuurrrp.* Can I have my belly rubbed now?" Casino Eggman asked as he removed his blazer and ripped shirt for better access.

"Sure, I think you've really earned it with how much you've impressed me tonight."

Zobotnik unclipped his suspenders and unzipped his pants for him and he moaned as his big belly was finally totally free at last. He removed them so he was only wearing his pink heart print boxer briefs.

Casino Eggman's bare hairy belly looked even bigger when it was no longer squished back by his pants too and Zobotnik was amazed when he put his hands on it. "Man, it's fucking huge. You're getting so fat and you look and feel even better while stuffed. You're going to get massive if you keep this up."

"Ohhh I know! I can't believe how big it's getting. Thanks for helping me."

"I'm going to keep helping you get even bigger."

Those were the words Casino Eggman loved to hear.

Zobotnik began rubbing his big stuffed belly for him nice and slowly, in a circling motion on his bloated middle and up and down on the top and softer lower part.

"Oohhh, that feels so good..."

Feeling his large strong manly hands on his stuffed belly, slowly rubbing his most sensitive areas with care made him squirm and sigh in delight.

He moaned when he then placed his hands on both of his totally rounded out sides of his belly at once and rubbed gently but still firm enough to do the trick, with an occasional harder squeeze. It worked and he began to burp, finally freeing some of the trapped gas he couldn't release on his own.

"*Buurrp!* Oohhh..."

"Come on, I know you've got some bigger burps in there." Zobotnik kept pressing down on his belly, despite it being too full to allow much give or any squishing at all.

"Unghh please, *urrp* too hard..." It was slightly painful when he pushed down harder on his poor overstuffed stomach that was so firm.

"How else are we going to dislodge these burps?" Zobotnik kept at it, knowing he'd thank him when he was finished.

"Oww... *Huurrrp!* *Buurrruurrp!*"

"Thaaat's it, keep going," Zobotnik whispered the encouragement and didn't stop rubbing and squeezing.

"Mmhh careful! It's so sensitive and full and I don't wanna puke." He was starting to get a little nervous now. He'd done a good job at keeping it all down and pressing down on it so hard might change that.

"I'm not letting go until you get a louder and longer one out." Zobotnik just smirked, loving his cute little strained burps and how much better the ones that came out with his help sounded.

He finally managed to apply enough pressure in the right spot, his lower stomach, which made him moan deeply before a louder and deeper rumbling belch escaped him.

"Ahhh, please~ *BUUURRUUURRRRP!*"

Casino Eggman was immediately a little embarrassed about burping directly in his face but Zobotnik was certainly impressed by how big and loud it was. He was happy to hear him panting with little sighs of relief from how good it had felt to get that out. He probably had much more gas still waiting to be worked up but that was a great start.

"Only the biggest, immensely stuffed fatass could burp as loud, wet, and gross as you." Zobotnik smiled and teased as he cuddled him closer.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Thanks, I'm flattered hehehe..."

He had trusted him to take that as a compliment and so he did. The truth is that he really did admire it.

"Do you feel better after that?"

"Oh yeah, thanks. You were right, I gotta lot more in there than I thought."

They basked in the quiet while cuddling for a couple of minutes, until Casino Eggman's belly suddenly spoke up with a loud deep sounding gurgle.

"Uuugghhh..."

"What's the matter?"

"My tummy huuurrrts..." His whine and his little struggled labored breaths sounded adorable.

"You want some tea?"

"I don't know if I can stomach it but I'll try..."

"That's a lie, of course you can. I'll get you some medicine too."

Zobotnik found it very hot when he would overfeed him to the point of a tummy ache but he wasn't going to leave his beloved boyfriend in pain after. The aftercare was also part of the fun to him.

Despite needing the help, Casino Eggman was still hesitant to let him leave because he was desperate for his constant rubs of support. "But I don't want you to gooo. I need cuddlesss..."

"I'll only be a couple of minutes. If we ask one of your robots or something, they might make too much noise and wake the others up."

Casino Eggman missed him immediately when he stepped out the room but he soon came back with a big hot water bottle, mug of strawberry tea, and medicine.

Zobotnik was very amused by the cover that slipped over the hot water bottle. It was made to look like a teddy bear with a plush toy head and paws. "The bear cover design is very fitting for the big furry bear belly it's being held against." He chuckled.

"Hehe, I know! I love being a fat cuddly teddy bear too." Few things made him happier than being compared to a bear, it was his favorite animal that he liked to be told he shared resemblance with. That's exactly why he identified as a gay bear!

Since his belly was so big, Zobotnik didn't quite know where to put the hot water bottle on it because it wasn't going to cover much. "What area do you feel the pain the most?"

Casino Eggman pointed to a lower area to the left of it, right where his stomach was and he immediately applied it.

He then fed him a couple of spoonfuls of strawberry flavored liquid pain medicine. Some of it missed and trickled down his chin and he looked very cute. Zobotnik took a tissue from the box on the bedside and dabbed his mouth for him.

He then handed him his strawberry tea that was now perfect drinking temperature. Casino Eggman held the mug in his large hands and inhaled the sweet sent of the tea as he brought it in for the first sweet taste. It was very comforting by its smell and taste, as well as the effects that would follow.

He hummed in approval after the first sip. It was very sweet, just the way he liked it. He could already feel the warmth hit his poor achy stomach with the first swallow and he knew it was soon going to help it feel better.

It was effectively soothing him rather quickly as he found it much easier to relax, especially with Zobotnik's gentle as possible hands on his belly again, rubbing it slowly and carefully while he sipped at his tea. He had to pace himself because he felt too full to be drinking even more but this way he could probably stomach it.

It began to work up some more small but frequent burps. He sighed a little in slight relief each time because it felt good but there was definitely much more to push out.

"*Huuurrrp!* Oh man, I- *Uurrrrp!* I can't stop. *Buuurrrp!*"

"Those burps sound great, keep going." Zobotnik urged as he kept rubbing it while he kept sipping the tea.

He did as he was told, not that he had much of a choice when the rubs and occasional presses he gave him forced more out and he was feeling better and better with each one. The warmth of the tea was also doing him good and it tasted wonderful.

But towards the end of the mug, his stomach emitted another loud upset gurgle and he feared it was because his stomach decided it had way too much and wanted to reject it. He was immediately overcome by worry.

"Uh oh... I-I feel like I'm about to-"

"Don't worry, it's probably just another big one. Just let it out, I've got you." He didn't let go and kept holding and rubbing his belly in support. Then he dared to push down on it and as soon as he did, he got the best results.

"*BUUURRRRUUUUURRRP!*"

"There we go!"

"Aaahhh~ Ohh man, I needed that!"

Casino Eggman finally fully relaxed all his body and tilted his head back, finally able to let out a deeper sigh of relief with much less breathlessness and pain. The tea and rubs had really worked wonders and it had been so pleasurable to feel the tightness of his stomach leave him with that last huge belch.

"Looks like your bloated belly is finally starting to soften again." Zobotnik found that he could squish it more now, it was a lot less firm and his hands sank into the soft fat.

He started to caress and squeeze the rolls of fat of his lower belly and his thick squishy love handles. They were so thick, plush, and warm in his hands. He was getting so fat and he loved helping him make good progress by stuffing him to the limit with tons of calories. He thought about how more of it would turn into more fat rolls as he grabbed and shook them fast to make his whole belly shake.

It was so full of liquid after all that drinking that Casino Eggman could feel everything he ate and drank sloshing around inside as it wobbled but instead of nausea, he felt immense pleasure. His belly still felt so full and heavy but it was so soft and squishy again, it was the feeling of pure bliss. He couldn't stop moaning at every sensual rub and caress when he was so sensitive and needy for it.

"Ahhh, that feels amazing... *Buurrrp-* I'm so stuffed, I can't believe how much I ate and how huge I got!"

"We need to overfeed you like this much more often. You're even sexier when your stomach is bulging full and gurgling and you're a stuffed, gassy, bloated mess of a fatass who can't help himself and his greediness."

"Hehehe, that's me! That was a lot and my tummy really ached but I'd like you to feed me like this more often and help me get used to it."

"That's the spirit. And it's really hot to think of your belly being full of a huge dinner and dessert, a pack of cookies, a whole cake, donuts, ice cream, chocolates, lots of milk, a big gainer shake, and tea."

"I can't believe I ate all that! And I remember how full I felt after breakfast, brunch, lunch, and all those other donuts and snacks in between before all that. Fuck... I shouldn't love it so much, it shouldn't feel so good."

"I'm going to keep stuffing you like this, making you feel good, and making you get even fatter and sexier, while I keep building these sexy muscles of mine."

"Ohhh, you're the man of my dreams~"

With that, they connected lips and kissed each other deeply. This time it wasn't just a quick peck on the lips, it got deeper fast as they both kissed back harder and couldn't stop. They slipped their large wet tongues in and took pleasure in the sounds of them moaning into each other's mouths. They couldn't pretend they weren't crazy about each other. They were so different now, they had become exact opposites in many ways and it had just brought them closer.

With the way their bodies were pressed against each other, it resulted in Casino Eggman burping right in his face during the kiss.

"*Buuurrrp!* Excuse me. I-I'm sorry..."

"Don't apologize, baby. There's no need to be shy about it around me, I love it~"

The way Zobotnik's identical blue eyes gazed into his own with total adoration as he spoke and how close he was made Casino Eggman's heart flutter and cheeks flush red. He found him so handsome and charming, even though they were meant to be casual, he was really starting to fall for him hard for real.

"And I love you!" He blurted out with a big giddy grin on his face.

"Now it's time for your reward. I know you want to feel up my big muscles, so now's your chance because you've done so well. So, you wanna touch them?" Zobotnik winked as he removed his tank top and raised his arms to flex them.

"Oh yes please, sir!" 

Casino Eggman immediately reached out to feel up his biceps. They were getting so big and the way they bulged when he flexed and how hard they felt while tensed under his large hands gave him shivers.

He pressed against him harder to feel him against him but the pressure made more little burps escape him uncontrollably.

"The fat pervert loves my muscles, doesn't he?" There was something about having a grossly burping heavily stuffed fat man lust over his strong muscular body that was really hot to Zobotnik. It made him feel even prouder of it.

"Ohhh I love them so much, sir." Casino Eggman groaned into his neck.

Zobotnik could feel his hard bulge briefly rub against him when squished close enough. "Heheh, I love how horny I make you."

"I need you to fuck me, I need it so bad." Casino Eggman couldn't help but try to hump him but his huge belly got in the way so in his pathetic attempt, he was mostly just pushing his belly up to him.

"Ah, ahh, ahhh. We're not at that stage yet, you whore. I'm not touching you like that, you need to get off to my muscles only." Zobotnik had been adamant in them not having sex because he felt it wasn't time yet, they'd messed around a little but he'd always stop it from escalating too much.

Casino Eggman whined after getting the same answer he'd been getting this past month. "Ohhh I am and that's why it's so hard... You're making it so hard, teasing me like this. I wish you'd fuck me, you're such a tease." 

"I'm not going to, I want to see you get pleasure from the rest of my body alone." There was something Zobotnik loved about getting him worked up and desperate for him, so he didn't want to give him all he wanted just yet.

"I love your body, it's so perfect. You look so amazing, I get excited just looking at and especially touching you. I want to worship your entire body, sir." Casino Eggman nuzzled his face into his strong chest.

"Yeah, that's more like it. You're such a dirty pervert. You love getting your hands on a big handsome stud like me. "

"Ohhh baby, I can't help it! You feel so good... So handsome, fit, and strong. I'm so lucky to have a big beautiful beefcake for a boyfriend." 

When he rubbed his hands over his abs, he was trembling and drooling from the excitement. Especially when he tensed them up and made them feel so firm and tight under his large palms. They were getting so big and round and Casino Eggman couldn't keep his eyes off them.

"Oh, I know. Why don't you suck them to really show them some love?" Zobotnik raised an expectant brow.

Casino Eggman's tongue immediately came out to lick and suck one hard. It was both arousing and comforting to have them in his mouth, he always loved being given something to suck and a pair of sexy man's soft tits or firm abs was one of his favorites. Though he hoped Zobotnik would let him suck a certain something else in time.

Zobotnik felt the same as the receiver with his warm wet tongue and how he suckled them so loudly and lovingly, rolling his tongue over his hard nipples and kissing the firmer round abs. It felt even better when he tensed them during it.

"Heheh, good boy. You're really good at this." He knew he could expect that with his oral fixation and tons of experience but he could feel the true passion and love in how he treated him. He was really putting in the effort to make him feel great because he loved him that much. 

"I love them so much... I love you so much." Casino Eggman sighed dreamily with love in his eyes as he finally pulled away for air but he wished he could've kept going.

"Now let me suck yours!" 

"Ahh, really? Please!" He couldn't believe his ears!

Zobotnik grabbed hold of his huge tits and massaged them. "So big and squishy, just like the rest of you. I want them to get even bigger, so you need to keep eating well everyday. You can do that for me, can't you?"

"Yes! Anything for you!" Casino Eggman beamed and enjoyed the feeling of his tits being squeezed. While he was proud of them already and loved to show them off, men admiring their size and playing with them was the best part.

"Such a good boy... I love it when you're so obedient." Zobotnik was sure he had this man wrapped around his finger now.

"I love being good for you, sir. That's why I ate so much, just for you." 

"That's why you deserve this."

In return, he sucked his fat tits with just as much tenderness and passion, making Casino Eggman writhe from the immense pleasure. He loved the groans he heard in the back of his boyfriend's throat. He was happy to know he excited him and he made him feel so loved for it too.

"Ehehehe, aahhh that's it, don't stop! You're so good with your tongue." He moaned and giggled at how good it felt. The bigger they got, the more sensitive they felt and having them sucked felt amazing.

After he was done giving both of them some love with his tongue, Zobotnik put his face between them and Casino Eggman immediately squished his tits together so he could feel them against his face. He loved the muffled happy sigh he heard from him down there, he really did adore them and he felt so loved!

He didn't expect Zobotnik to give them a cheeky surprise motorboat, enjoying rubbing his face into his fat wobbly tits. "Hahaha, that tickles!!" He giggled uncontrollably.

"Heheh, you're so cute sometimes. That giggle is precious."

He blushed bright red again with that. He wasn't used to Zobotnik's once secret affectionate side and it made his heart beat faster every time. "Heheh, thanks..."

After that cuteness, things were about to take a very different turn.

"Look at your belly after constantly stuffing it full with junk and lazily lounging around, compared to me eating healthy and working out." Zobotnik said as he pressed his firmer much flatter stomach against his boyfriend's huge soft fat one.

"Oh fuck, it's huge!" Casino Eggman exclaimed as he finally fully acknowledged how huge his belly had gotten. He amazed himself with how much bigger his already huge fat belly could get when it was so overstuffed and expanded that he looked like he could burst.

"That's right, being a greedy fatass is really starting to show up on you. Everyone knows you're this huge because you just can't stop overeating to the extreme." Zobotnik started rocking against his soft fat to enjoy the feeling of it squishing against him each time.

That got Casino Eggman started with imagining other people's perspectives, something Zobotnik had recently discovered that he loved fantasizing about. This was deliberately planned by him.

"Man, they must be so shocked and appalled." Casino Eggman smiled.

"Oh they are, they can't believe what you've become. When they stare at you, they're all wondering how you could let yourself get so out of control greedy and fat. And they can't believe the sight of this huge belly and fat tits wobbling as you walk." Zobotnik teased as he shook his heavy flabby belly again.

Casino Eggman moaned as he imagined all the thoughts people had about him and how they must tease and gossip about him behind his back. He couldn't help but love the thought of being the center of attention and staying in people's minds because he was so unforgettably large now.

"It feels good to repeatedly give in to your true desires like this, doesn't it? That's why this should become the permanent norm for you. Just imagine if your natural daily intake became this. Constantly heavily stuffed into pleasure, always making this belly bigger." He squeezed his rolls and imagined him piling on more and more.

"Fuuuck, it sounds so good but I'd get absolutely massive." Casino Eggman tried not to allow himself to get too tempted. He knew it wasn't a good idea but really he knew he wanted it in his heart.

"But is that not what you really want? I know you'd love being double or triple your current weight. You'd love to be the fattest man everywhere you go, without a single chance of another big guy overshadowing you." Zobotnik knew how much he wanted it and what to say to make him find it hard to deny when he was getting so obviously excited in front of him.

"Oohh man, I shouldn't love the thought so much..." He finally admitted and couldn't hide his smile. He constantly fantasized about being double, triple, even quadruple and beyond his current weight. Sometimes he wished he really could, even if only for a day.

Now that he'd gotten him shifting in his seat in excitement, Zobotnik was now ready to take the teasing all the way.

"I still can't believe you actually used to enjoy sports! Now you just want to stuff your face and watch hot fit guys do all the work instead. You really let yourself go, it's actually shocking. You've become so massive and fat, you'd be unrecognizable to anyone that hasn't seen you since then."

Casino Eggman felt arousal start to grow hot in his underwear again as he thought about it. "Ohhh that really does it for me, keep going."

Zobotnik smirked at how easy it was to get him going with this. "I know it does, you love this kind of stuff too much and that's how you got so huge. You're such a greedy, out of control fatass that can't stop eating. You're getting so fat, it's appalling and unbelievable!"

"Oh yeah, that's the ticket." He couldn't keep his hands off himself and started rubbing himself through his underwear.

Zobotnik finally decided to speak his mind as he continued to enjoy the feeling of his huge full belly in his hands.

"With how much you love eating like this, you're going to keep getting fatter and fatter and I don't think you're going to be able to stop. You're going to continue to manage to alarm yourself with how much fatter you get. I'm going to make sure you get there."

Casino Eggman knew anyone else would've been concerned to hear that but that just made it even more exhilarating to him. "Oh please keep fattening me up, it feels so good to be overfed and teased and seeing myself grow! Never stop~"

"You want this so bad. If you keep this up I can see you getting way fatter than this, if you don't find a way to control yourself and feel you love it too much to stop then I can see you becoming immobile! But you'd love that, wouldn't you? If you were helpless and all you could do was lay back and submit to being fed even more every day."

"Uuughhh... so hot." Casino Eggman groaned deeply. He was really tapping into some of his deepest dirtiest desires with this.

Zobotnik loved how intense and extreme his fantasies were, they were really a perfect match. They knew he couldn't really become immobile and would eventually have to stop before he could get that point but it was exciting for both of them to fantasize about.

"You've seriously got a boner in your pants at the thought of being too fat to move. Of being a good submissive fat slob that's always eating for as long as his boyfriends want him to."

"Ohhh I can't help it... I wish I was." His cock was throbbing so hard and it was so leaky with precum that there was a patch of wetness on his underwear.

Zobotnik still kept going in hopes of tipping him over the edge. "You'd love it if we forced way too much food into this greedy belly everyday, stuffed it to the absolute max and pushed the limit daily. Always feeling your constantly full to the maximum belly sitting heavily between your legs, sagging lower and spilling out further the fatter you get by the week."

"Oh yes! Yes please! I want you to keep me packed full everyday!" Casino Eggman blurted out with so much enthusiasm. He was being told everything he wanted to hear, he felt like he was on cloud nine when he whispered such dirty things to him while rubbing his fat overstuffed belly.

"You wanna go off the deep end? You want to get so lost in the pleasure to feed and get fat that you're uncontrollably massive and keep getting bigger and bigger and still not stop, even when you've become a totally unrecognizable fat slob? You're well on your way with the fat you pile on from all the calories we stuff into this massive fat belly daily."

Those were the words that made Casino Eggman reach his limit.

"I can't- oh baby please I can't take it, I'm g-gonna- aaahhhhh..."

"Did you really just cum in your boxers without me touching you? Dirty boy!"

It was true, he'd managed to cum hands free and Zobotnik had kept to his word and hadn't touched him down there even once.

"I couldn't help it baby, you really got me going with all that talk of me becoming a big fat heavy submissive slob while rubbing my huge full belly~" He couldn't have been more satisfied with how hard he'd managed to cum and make a big mess in his underwear from the teasing alone.

"I love how excited you get when I tease you and talk about all the things I want to do to you."

"I'll happily let you keep stuffing me past the limit everyday, it's so sexy! And I really want to please you, sir."

"That's the spirit. Such a good boy for me."

They were both so proud of each other, they really made each other's biggest dreams come true.

After Zobotnik helped him remove his underwear and clean up the mess because he still couldn't move, he noticed he was struggling to keep his eyes open to look at him, despite clearly admiring the view of his perfect contoured body from where he was lying. That meant he must've been really tired.

"Getting sleepy?"

"Mmmhh, yes... Cuddle me." Casino Eggman whispered.

"I need to go back to my own bed."

"Please... Cuddle me to sleep... Need it."

He hardly had the energy to plead for it and only quietly whined but Zobotnik could tell how desperate he was for it so he gave in.

"Alright, I'll stay until you fall asleep."

He gently cuddled up to him and rubbed his belly while he drifted off to sleep. He could hear how loud his overstuffed stomach was gurgling and bubbling inside while he was pressed up to it. It's no wonder he was suddenly hit by immense sleepiness, his stomach and intestines had started the tough challenge of digesting all that unhealthy, sugary, calorie dense food and it used up the last of his energy.

Zobotnik couldn't help but smile wide as he thought about how many of those calories were going to turn into fat. It was certain to have great results when not only did he eat way too much throughout the whole day followed by their feeding session but he even managed to make him drink the heavy weight gain shake of thousands more calories after. Gulping down that heavy fattening liquid on top of an already overstuffed belly was very impressive and sexy and guaranteed to be effective.

"Good night, hot stuff." Casino Eggman managed to mumble.

"Good night, handsome." He said in return.

The rubs helped lull him to sleep and he slipped into the deepest heaviest food coma in a while, which was really saying something!

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The next day, Zobotnik walked into the kitchen to see Boom Eggman.

"Have you seen the other Eggman?" He was immediately asked.

"I caught him eating the cake you made so I 'punished' him by making him eat the whole thing and more," Zobotnik smiled smugly with his chest puffed up with pride.

"What? After his big dinner last night?"

Boom Eggman couldn't believe it, he'd remembered him being so full after the bigger dinner and dessert that he'd immediately pleaded for belly rubs.

"Yeah! You should've seen how stuffed he was like a real greedy fatass, it was so hot."

"Oh goodness, but was he hurt?"

"He said it gave him a belly ache but I helped him with that. Then we felt each other up and sucked each other's tits heheh, we had a lot of dirty fun together."

Boom Eggman was happy to know they'd had some fun together and that did sound hot but he was still worried and wanted to check in on him, so he went to the spare bedroom Zobotnik told him he was in.

He entered and saw his boyfriend sleeping, his huge fat belly looking a mountain that was slowly rising and falling as he slept.

"Good morning, baby." He whispered as he gave him a kiss on the cheek and gently shook him awake.

"Good morning, my sweet sugar~" He smiled warmly from the sweet gesture but his expression fell the second he remembered last night. "Oh uhh, I'm so sorry, please don't be mad, I-"

"Hey, don't worry. I heard what happened and I'm not mad, I just want to know if you're alright because he fed you way too much from what I've heard!"

"Ohhh no I'm fine, it felt amazing to eat way more than I thought I could. It's like he just wouldn't let me stop when he kept forcing it all in, I loved it. I need to be fed like that more."

"Of course you loved it. Can I see your belly?"

Casino Eggman moved to duvet to reveal he was completely naked as he showed him his bare hairy belly. Boom Eggman immediately placed a hand on it and felt that it was so warm and soft.

"Fuck... It's still a little bloated. I love still feeling a bit full when I wake up. He really fed me good!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it but just remember to be careful."

"You worry too much, I handled it just fine and it was great! Now go get me a nice big breakfast, sweetheart. Don't make it smaller just because of how much I ate and make sure you put lots of cream and chocolate sauce and heaps of strawberries on my waffles." He still couldn't help but ask for more as he licked his lips at the thought of tucking into lots more delicious food today.

"You greedy fatty... Alright then!" Boom Eggman gave him a quick kiss on the lips and left to go and make his man another big breakfast.

When his beloved boyfriend left to prepare his breakfast in bed for him, he stroked himself at the thought of eating it on an already partially bloated and full belly and how it would feel as he could ride out the pleasure for longer. This was going to be another great day of relaxing and eating!

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❝ DON'T WORRY 'BOUT IT DARLING! ❞ - Toji Fushiguro

— (18+) YOUR CAR BREAKS DOWN DURING A SOLO TRIP, AND A KIND MR. FUSHIGURO OFFERS TO HELP.

₊˚༊*· warnings. nsfw (18+), slow burn, rough sex, hair pulling, p in v, rough sex, slight age gap (r is 22, t is 37), pet names, raw sex, backshots, pulling out/cumming on face/mouth, pussy eating, fingering, light faceslapping, toji lives in a cabin..

₊˚༊*· notes. I missed writing sm... also, this was one of those stories where i just got carried away writing.. also if your car breaks down in the middle of no where, please don't follow a random man back to his cabin. toji is not real.

7,035 words (25m read)

header art used - credits to @/yunonoai on twt!

A holiday. The perfect thing you needed to ease your mind— work had been fucking you up lately, so you specifically had requested a few days off.

Realising you never spend time with yourself, and yourself only, had brought you to the idea of going on a solo trip. Although with budget cut short, you could only opt for a solo-road-trip; still well away from the city, and everyone.

So far, you thought it was perfect. Just you and your trusty volks beetle, cruising off for a few days to be surrounded by the county’s evergreen trees, and going down a spiral of constantly smelling wet bark here and there.

Crashing at the nearest motel just a few miles south, and digging into a typical, pancake breakfast at the closest diner the next morning. Quite basic, but you thought that it was unironically the calmest idea for a 'holiday' yet.

Pressing on the playback button, the car radio immediately sounded out the currently inserted tape that was halfway played through, your eyes rolling at the song choice.

“..I wake up in the morning I got murder on my min-“

The sound of the tape bypassing the opening filled with the car, along with silence and the engine running. “Oh for fucks sake, Yuji definitely put that in there.”

Balancing between keeping your eyes on the road, and your surroundings, you toss the DVD away to the passengers side; rummaging around the glove compartment for another disk.

But you found the peace as of now quite calming, resulting in you rolling your windows down by the slightest— taking in the natural noise of the environment.

Your cheeks turned cold to the touch as the breeze wafted throughout your entire car, your back pressing against the fabric seats, eyes only closing for a millisecond to take everything in.

Dressed in a tank top and shorts, my, it seemed like you were ready for.. who knows what. Hopefully no one takes you, accidentally, for a side-street hooker.

Bit silent, you suppose— seeing that there was no other car on this specific road too. It was eerie, but enjoyable at the same time. I mean, the road was in the middle of the woods so I doubt people would be passing in and out of here often.

Hand reaching back into the glove compartment, you grab a hold of a random disk, analyzing it as soon as you withdrew your hand back into your lap.

..The Cranberries, not too bad. Something to lighten up the mood a bit. Biting down on your bottom lip, you divert your attention away from the road for a millisecond— pushing the disk into the radio player with a swift movement.

The familiar intro of Linger began to play. Your two hands clutched onto the wheel tighter, letting out a squeal as a result of hearing one of your favorite songs.

What seemed like forever, you wondered if the road was going to look different anytime soon. It felt as if you haven't seen some sort of sign telling you there would be a bed and breakfast ten minutes up, but you simply brushed it off.

"..And I'm in so deeep, you know I'm such a fool for youuu.." Taking advantage of the empty roads, you notched the volume a bit higher, belting out your shower-learnt vocals with all your heart.

Concerning LEDs flashing on your dashboard suddenly caught your eye, your singing stopping right in the middle of the chorus.

Frantically looking down at the light, and at the road in front of you, the sensible decision to pull over came across your mind— your car quickly swerving to the side of the road, Linger still, playing as everything started to go downhill.

"W-what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" Your hands fall onto your lap, brows furrowed at one warning appearing after the other, a whimper slipping past your lips as worry grew.

Looking out the rear window, then to the front, you've realised you're all alone. No help nearby, not for another while. Groaning, you darted your eyes back to your dashboard, seeing about three more warnings show up.

"Fuck- not now, oh come on!" ...Can't even get peace on my day off, can I?

Pulling on the latch underneath, you popped the hood open. Killing the ignition, you grab your zip-up from the backseat, throwing it on before stepping out of the car; sizzling, and smoke coming from under the hood.

"I swear.. if this is a trap for a murder film, just take me already. My survival instincts are through the roof.."

Sighing, you lift the hood up, a big cloud of grey smoke slapping you in the face, like you could suffocate any moment now.

"The hell?!" Coughing, you fanned your face, taking a few, cautious steps back from the vehicle. As soon as the smoke had went away, you leaned back in; analysing each part of your engine.

A scoff escapes your mouth, silently laughing at yourself. "Literally what the fuck am I meant to be looking at." Knuckles resting atop your hips, you stood up straight, chipping away at your fingernails with your teeth.

"..Okay, maybe I'll try and start it... and if all goes wrong- call the insurance company."

Blowing out a relieving breath, you sit back into the driver's seat, twisting the key, trying to get your car to start.

Nothing but the sweet sound of failure. Two more tries, and still the same outcome.

"..Insurance company.. right."

Unable to locate your phone, you let out a confused noise- looking sideways and upside down your car for it. "..Where could it.. be..?"

Though.. something seemed, off. Your head slowly rose up from below the passengers seat, peeping just above the car door.

A man, walking- closer, and closer.. It seems. Your heart began to thump against your chest- begging to jump out. Breathing labored, your eyes widen, body freezing at the most inconvenient of times. Wait, is he holding an axe?

"M-my.. my phone?!" With haste in your movements, you rummage through everything like a mad man, making a total mess of your car- the same mysterious guy getting closer and closer, tauntingly walking out from the deep woods.

Sitting back against your seat, your mouth gapes open; eyes glued straight ahead. This is it, I manifested it. Now why on earth did I say that?! It's over for me, I'm cooked.

You let out a mewl, attempting to sob, solely squeezing your eyes shut. Too scared to look one last time to your side, you took a few deep breaths, chanting mini prayers to save the last bit of you.

A tap on the window came from your side, your one eye opening itself. Hesitant, you slowly turn your head; seeing a muscular torso at the window tapping the glass with the handle of his axe, before the man leans down to show his face.

Dressed in jeans and a flannel, with jagged, raven colored hair— and a face to perfectly compliment his jacked up body. I see. But now's not the time to play a dating game.

"..Ma'am?" His voice deep, and rusty, your face grew more concerned, mouth still gawking like a freak in fear.

"..God, p-please don't kill me.." A quiet peep comes from you, the man resting a hand on your roof, still bent down, and chuckling.

"Lady, I could see your car smokin' all the way from my cabin. I couldn't help but see what's the matter. You want me to check it out for you, or not?" His voice happened to be quite faint from behind the glass, though you could make out what he seemed to be saying.

"..Oh... I don't mind, I just have no clue what to do, I.." Words coming out in a blabber, you stumbled over what you wanted to say, confusion written all over the mans face.

"Slow down, will ya? Can't even comprehend half the words you're saying."

Shaking your head, you brushed it off. "You know what.. forget it.. just.. check what's happening under that hood, please?"

He nods, disappearing from your window to walk around to the front of the car. Deciding to step out too, you came to the conclusion that he seemed like an okay man to trust with your car. But you just had to make sure he wasn't gonna fit some sort of tracker underneath your engine..

Crossing your arms, you walked closer to the man, who seemed to know what he was doing. Observing from a few steps away, you watched him twist and turn at a few things, no fear in getting his hands dirty. He seemed bigger at this angle, a bit bigger than you, so if he were to murder you right now... it's over.

"..Do you always carry around that axe?" Referring to the same tool that was now on the ground, you noticed his lips curl into a smile, taking note of the fading scar on the side of his mouth also.

Letting out an amused chuckle, his eyes remained focused on the problem in front of him, but his voice was able to answer something else at the same time. "Living in the middle of the woods, I think you'd do the same."

You nod, accepting the answer with no further questions. Although a few more silly ones came out of you..

"Have you ever been chased by a bear.. while living out here?" Swaying back and forth on your tippy toes, your arms stay crossed, teeth chewing at your bottom lip as you anticipated a genuine answer.

He stops, torso still bent down but head looking up at you, facial expressions unimpressed. "Do pretty girls like you always ask all these stupid questions..?"

Blinking, you freeze, at the blunt compliment and sharp stab of his words. "..I was just curious. Also, I don't even know your name. You know, if you try to kidnap me, and I happen to escape, and-"

"Toji." Short and direct, he answers that question. "Now that you've told me your game plan, I could've easily lied about my name.

Your throat running dry, you clear it out with a grunt, Toji standing back up with an unhopeful look on his face. "..Yeah, your car is busted." He picks his axe back up, turning his body to you.

"..What? But- there's no reception here and.. I have no where to go..." Great. You've told him that you're helpless, and a young, vulnerable girl who's all alone on a solo trip.

"Wait- so you're telling me you're all alone, in the middle of these woods. Lady, do you not know that there's literally nothing here but dirt and trees?" His face scrunched up in disbelief, he genuinely wondered what a girl like you would be doing here.

"..I just wanted a holiday... on my own and.. I thought.. I could crash at some motel like in the movies and.. and.. pancakes.. oh the pancakes.." A sob chokes out of you, warm tears beginning to stain your cheeks at the thought of your vacation going downhill.

Toji, on the other hand looks more confused at this rate, his voice stammering, unsure of how to console you. A random girl, crying in front of him.. Great.

"Uh, don't cry- I didn't mean to.." Scratching at his nape, he waits until you stop crying your guts out, and successfully, you do. "Look, how about I'll fix your car for you, but first we get you a place to stay."

Sniffling, you look up at him, an ounce of hope springing back into you. "..R-really?"

Relieved, Toji was able to relax by the slightest after finally getting you to stop sobbing in front of him. Comforting wasn't his forte. "Yeah, don't worry 'bout it darling. But my cabin is the only thing I could offer right now. I told you, there's nothing in this place. No.. 'motel'..."

Looking back at your busted car, then returning to Toji, he shrugs his shoulders; mouthing, 'the choice is yours.' He wasn't pressuring you at all, but it was true that there was no other option. Outside the city wasn't all that, and you learnt the hard way.

"...Fine, just don't.. don't murder me.. I don't wanna die." Toying with the zip of your hoodie, you divert your gaze away from Toji, deciding to look at the ground instead.

He grunts, grabbing his head in frustration. "Would you quit with that murder bull-crap?! How many times do I have to say it. Should be me who's scared of a Michael Myers venturing 'round these woods." Toji shakes his head in disapproval. "Just grab your things and get movin' will you? Sun's about to set soon."

Unamused yourself, you shoot him a glare, walking over to the backseat door to grab your backpack full of everything. Slamming the door shut, you sensibly grab your keys, properly locking everything before Toji shuts the hood, resting his axe on his shoulder.

The man gestures you to follow him, hopefully not towards your death. Trailing behind his large figure, Toji occasionally glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were still there and didn't happen to run off; more than certain that you were shitting your pants right now.

Readjusting the heavy backpack on your shoulder, you struggled, mentally complaining, but too afraid to ask if you were there yet. Guess you'll take the blame for this one. Should've packed light I suppose..

"We're here, incase you were wondering." Toji stops in his tracks, turning his body back around to face you before making his way to the onto the porch.

Surprisingly, it was nice and big, and seemed homely. "Not gonna lie, I thought you lived in a run down shack in the middle of no where. With like, bugs and stuff?"

"Who do you take me for?" He scoffs, "Come in when you're ready. Also mind your step." Toji points out the mini stairs just below the porch, before disappearing off inside. He really made sure that you didn't feel pressured to do anything whatsoever. So he let you enter at your own will.

Taking note of your surroundings outside one last time, you let out a deep breath before stepping inside.

Warm air engulfed you, heat coming from a well built fire place. It actually was nice inside, and everything everywhere made sense. The architecture of the cabin really had Toji written all over it.

Nothing was run down. It felt like a home, just with a rustic style to it. The sofa actually had a throw draped over it, a flat screen tv mounted just above the fireplace. There was also a nice view of a body of water outside some large windows.

Toji paced around the sofas just after resting his axe safely in a corner, stretching his arms out; toned muscles flexing from the warm, yellowish light in the cabin.

"Make yourself at home, you take my room tonight. I'll crash on the sofa." He makes his way to the other side of the cabin, supposedly the entrance to his bedroom. Toji leaning against the door frame, he watched as you stood still in one spot, still observing your surroundings.

"Also has its own bathroom, so no need to worry about me walking in on you. There's locks too from the inside. And I don't care about you going through anything. I've got nothing to hide." Toji continues, he sure knows the questions you're about to ask. This man is always thinking ahead.

"..Thanks, Toji. That's really nice of you." Walking closer to the entrance of his room, you slide the backpack off your shoulder, holding onto the heavy load with two hands at this point. The backpack swings between your legs as you walk past him, Toji grunting before leaving you be.

He fucks off somewhere into the kitchen, meanwhile you lock the doors behind you immediately. You already smelled of bark and leaves, and not to mention, the stinky smoke from your car earlier.

Tossing your backpack onto an armchair nearby, eye glancing over a few frames with Toji in them. Some of him alone, with a fish in his hand, the other.. Possibly some old friends.

Curious, you looked around the dresser for some more things that could tell you a bit more about himself.

In the corner was a birthday card, which didn't evidently tell you his age, but you found out as soon as you opened it up to see what was written.

"Happy Birthday big guy, can't beleeve your old ass is 37! - Your pal, Gojo🖕"

Who the hell is Gojo? And, that's not old.. right? You scoffed more so at the fact that the word 'believe' was spelt wrong other than the badly drawn middle finger. Just a little habit of yours you can't control. Considering you were 22, Toji was kind of old enough to be your guardian, somehow.. but let's not get into that.

Attempting to place the card exactly where it had belonged, you were happy enough with your first try; still curious to find any hidden gems, but you were unsuccessful.

Letting out a hum, you took another look around your surroundings, nodding gently in approval at the view that he also had just outside of his bedroom. Seems like he knew how to build this place the way he wanted to.

Halfway pacing around his room, you realised that he probably thinks you've been silent for too long. Deciding to step into his bathroom, notice a shaver and some cream on the sink. Allowing the shower to run, you hoped the noise would calm his nerves to let him know you're still here, and alive.

Oh, being a curious cat you open his mirror cabinet just to take a tiny peek before your shower. Says he's got nothing to hide, so..

After-shave, lotion, pain-killers and a box.. An unopened box of extra large condoms.

You gulp before blinking rapidly, closing the mirror cabinet without a second to waste. You weren't sure if you should be mortified or impressed and relieved that they were unopened. Wait, as if it matters?

Locking the bathroom door just to be cautious, you quickly did so before stripping your clothes completely to the ground, kicking off your converse and socks before hopping into the warm shower.

The droplets trickled down your body, feeling more calm now that you've had a shower. Allowing the water to run over your hair, you scrubbed your scalp with your fingertips, completely soaking your body. You looked over to the shower caddy hanging on the wall before grabbing a familiar brand of shampoo.

Massaging that into your hair, you hurried on with your shower, making sure that you didn't hog all the hot water. You assumed that he had to start up a big ass generator minutes away just to get a drop of it, forgetting the fact that it was '24, and there was some such thing as a boiler.

The shower ended up being just fine, and Toji didn't bother you at all. He didn't force the door open, don't worry; and everything was just the way it was left in the room.

You didn't have anything else left to wear than the matching tank and shorts set you bought at TJ-Maxx solely for this solo trip. You didn't have to worry about your feet being cold, as the hardwood floors were surprisingly heated.

Quickly drying your hair with one of his towels, you figured that he didn't have a hairdryer, so you had no choice but to leave it to air dry.

Finally unlocking the bedroom door, you opened it to see Toji busy behind the kitchen island. Assuming he was cooking, you made your way closer, sitting on a bar stool nearby.

Toji had a tea towel draped over his shoulder, and the smell of cooked meat entered your nostrils.

"If you're a vegan, it's your unlucky day." He says, clearly knowing you were seated behind him.

You laugh, resting your elbows on the counter, watching him like a hawk . "I eat everything, don't worry."

"Good." He says before turning back towards you with a plate of steak, potatoes and asparagus. Unlike earlier, this time a pleasant cloud of steam hit you in the face, the smell making your tummy grumble.

Toji has a plate of his own, leaning against the counter behind him as he watches your every move, waiting for you to take a bite. He pokes at a potato, tossing it into his mouth before saying something.

"Wake up early tomorrow, I'll teach you what to do in case something like this happens again. I don't expect you to follow a man again back to his cabin in the middle of no where.." Prodding at a few more pieces of steak, he notices you were busy digging into your own plate.

You just let out a hum of approval, Toji slowly sliding a glass of water towards you before you could choke anytime soon.

Setting your cutlery down, you look up at Toji standing, busy eating his own dinner. Here comes the wave of questions.. "Hmm, do you ever get lonely out here?"

Unphased by the question, Toji continues eating, but answers your curiosity. "Nah, I like being alone. I'm used to it anyways. Friends do come visit, but not always." He shrugs, unable to make eye contact with you.

"..I see.." Nodding, your mind jumps back to the unopened box of condoms back in Toji's bathroom, your inner voice mentally cursing at yourself for being too curious.

Letting famish get the best of you, you devoured everything on the plate in record breaking time, politely pairing the cutlery together on the dish. "Uhm, Toji? I can clean up. It's the least I could do."

The man just finishing his own plate, he sets it on the counter beside him, looking at you, impressed. "Seriously? 'right then."

Hopping off the stool, you make your way past him, feeling Toji's gaze burn into the back of your head, before you reached around him for his plate, and your own on the island. Bringing the two to the sink, you began to wash them with the sponge, occasionally looking out the kitchen window.

It had gone dark quickly. Who knows if Toji never had come across you.

"You got a boyfriend or what?" A first time question from the man, and it was one you didn't expect. He remained leaning against the counter, watching your every move from behind you.

Suppressing a panicked turn of your head, you kept your vision down at the dishes, gliding your hand over the dishes and under the water, you gulped before answering.

"No, not anymore. I broke up with him cause I found out he was cheating on me with some girl on the majorette team in college." Your insides burned at the memory of you walking in on them at a party bathroom, but you didn't let it get to you, not now.

Toji didn't let out a hum of approval, and instead stayed quiet. All he did was place your empty glass beside the sink that you seemed to have forgotten all about. Taking that too, you scrubbed it with the sponge before rinsing it off and placing it on the drying rack.

"All done," you dried your hands on the fabric of your shorts behind you, turning back around to Toji who was in the same position, but this time, his hands held onto the counter's edge on either side of him.

Peering at the drying rack around you, he pouted in approval, "Done a fairly good job I suppose,"

You scoff, "It was just washing dishes. Nothing hard."

"I'll be right back. No tomfoolery, and don't open that door." Toji glances to the front door, before disappearing off into his bedroom, the door closing. You thought nothing of it, walking over to the L-shaped sofa to see what was on TV. Some stupid deer documentary was on, typical, but you changed it to something more entertaining like a soap.

You assumed that he had no Netflix on it, and you were right. You can't really imagine Toji watching an episode of The Office.

Propping the side of your head onto your knuckles, your eyes bored at the screen, barely paying attention to what was on the TV. Glancing over to the clock on the wall, you read the time to be almost 9 o'clock, which shocked you.

Letting out your fifth sigh of the day, you flickered back and forth through the channels before hearing a door open behind you, Toji stepping out of his room, and this time, dressed in grey sweats and a t-shirt. His hair was slightly damp, as you noticed him sitting just after your feet, ensuring a distance between you two.

"What's this crap you're watching?" Toji rests his elbows on his knees before relaxing back onto the sofa, legs spreading as he made himself comfortable.

Tossing the remote over to his side, you roll your eyes. "Knew you would say that."

The man attempted to focus on the shit show in front of him, brows furrowing, but eventually he seemed interested.

Sitting up, you cross your legs, groaning. "There's nothing good on TV. I'm going to bed."

Toji looked to his side, watching as you stood up and left, and he had to admit— he did get a look at your behind. But no one could beat that out of him. "Alright, suit yourself. Sweet dreams. Remember, up early tomorrow."

You glanced behind your shoulder before stepping into his room, not shutting the door fully but leaving a slight gap between the frame and the door itself.

After scavenging through the side pocket of your backpack, you returned back into Toji's bathroom with your toothbrush this time. Stealing a pea of his own toothpaste, you stared at yourself in his mirror as you brushed away.

You could still hear his TV coming from outside, and it sounded like the channel didn't change. He was probably fixated on the show by now. After spitting out, you rinsed off your toothbrush, before heading back out to place it back into your backpack.

Before hopping into bed, you neatly folded your things away, ensuring you cleaned up after yourself as you hated leaving a mess behind, especially if you weren't in a space of your own.

Letting out a sigh, you crawled into his bed, surprisingly filled with two fluffy pillows, and not just one flat ass cushion. Toji's bed strongly smelled like aftershave, supposedly the one in his bathroom mirror. It was comforting though, and wasn't an unpleasant scent.

Covering your upper half with the duvet, you laid flat on your back, eyes staring up at the ceiling before your lids slowly grew heavy and soon enough, closing shut.

You managed to sleep halfway through the night, until, it had began to thunder, and rain heavily. The drops pattered against the glass window, waking you from your slumber inconveniently.

Sitting up in bed, you look around, noticing everything was still the same. The door remained slightly open, and you could see that the TV has still been on until now, but sounded different.

Looking out the window, you couldn't see much from the heavy rain blinding the environment. It was lashing outside, and unfortunately, you were unable to fall back into sleep.

Pursing your lips together, you climbed out of bed, making your way to the door before opening it by a bit.

You treaded lightly, seeing Toji's head behind the sofa. Unable to tell if he was asleep or not, noticing that the TV was on, you approached him closer. Your head peeked over the sofa slightly, voice calling out his name.

"..Toji? ....Toji." You let out a loud whisper, the man grunting and turning his head around. It seems that he was fast asleep, but... sitting up. How scary.

"I can't sleep.. the weather, it's really awful outside." Nipping at the fabric of your shorts, you sucked in a labored breath of air through your nostrils before initiating a question. "..Can you- sleep beside me?"

Toji seemed less asleep, and now, he was wide awake. He looked over to the clock before reaching for the remote to switch off the TV. It was halfway through one in the morning. "What are you, nine?" He laughs before getting up from the sofa, trailing behind the sofa to follow you back into the room.

He questioned no more, and agreed. He'd do anything to be back in his room anyways, in the comfort of his bed, but of course knowing Toji— he'd never admit that.

The two of you hurried back into the bedroom, Toji automatically walking over to his side, while you, crawl back into bed. Making yourself comfortable again, you drape the cover over yourself, feeling the weight of the bed shift beside you, Toji making himself comfortable also.

You turn to your side, back facing Toji, unable to have him stare at your face all night. The room grew silent, and only the sound of the rain tapping against the window could be heard. Though you could still feel his gaze burning into your back, which happened to go away soon enough.

"No stupid stuff." He suddenly blurts out, which you were unable to decipher. Was he talking about what you thought he meant?

You decided not to respond, and instead, shifted around. You could feel Toji's natural body warmth all over your back, and with one more shift, you realised that he was close to you, actually, way too close to you.

But it was too late to move back, as you were too scared of irritating him by shuffling around so much that he'd kick you out.

A large hand snakes onto the side of your waist, gently gripping at your stomach. "Quit movin' around so much, will you?" It was Toji's hand, and he firmly kept you in place. Preventing any further movement. The continuous friction of your shorts against him had aroused him of some sort, and it was uncontrollable.

Another hard bump rested on the behind of your shorts, your eyes flying wide open, unable to shut now. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know.. I'll stop."

"Sure, you didn't know what you were doing?" You couldn't see the expression on his face, and could only judge by the tone of his voice. Too bad you were facing away from him right now.

Giving in, your body aggressively shifts to face him, the natural moonlight peering through the windows leaving a bright enough glow on his face.

You gulp, Toji hesitantly using his finger to move away the fly-aways covering your face to get a better look at you. "..Don't know why that jerk cheated on you."

"..You don't know me, so.." You let out, Toji's brows furrowing as he studied your features harder.

Alternating between your eyes and lips, he let out a mixture of a grunt and a laugh. "Should go for a real man."

Your breath hitches at his remark, your mind trailing off to other translations of his sentence. He talking about the fucking, or dating aspect?

Silence grew between you, his thumb carefully swiping over your soft bottom lip. The air grew thicker and thicker, a sort of tension lingering throughout the room. You couldn't tell what initiated it, but the air felt suffocating, like it had its own hold of you.

Leaning in closer to his face, your warm breath fanned against his lips before he cupped your cheek with his hand, holding you close as your mouths latched onto each other. The tension between you two diminishing as your tongues intertwined.

Toji laid flat on his back as you straddled him under the sheets, the kiss turning sloppier, with a blend of spit coating your chins, the two of you moaning into each other.

You whimper, pulling away as you felt his teeth tug onto your bottom lip, a long, string of saliva creating a bridge between the two of you, both panting, chests heaving heavily.

Swiftly stripping your tank above your head, the sudden air had bit your skin, nipples growing hard to the touch, all perky and erect. Unable to see in the midst of the fabric covering your sights, you could feel both of Toji's large hands cupping your breasts, massaging them— thumbs toying teasingly at your nipples.

Palms pressing onto the flat of your back, Toji guides your hips with no rush in his movements, back and forth, groaning at the grinding sensation over his sweats, head heavily leaning against the pillow. Your top slides down onto the bedroom floor, breath irregular as you felt the thick tent in his pants dig into you.

You both swap positions, Toji flipping the two of you around with ease and no struggle in his demeanor, the man anchoring himself between your thighs.

Toji's lips latch onto your breasts, warm mouth wrapped around one, sucking away hungrily as he fondled with the other. A pop leaves his mouth as he lets go, using a finger to flicker your nipple gently, your warm, spit-covered nipples growing hard once again as soon as it meets the cold air.

You watch as Toji goes down on you, breath shaking as he peppered kisses down your stomach, disappearing underneath the sheets; leaving a few pecks dangerously close, and somewhere on your inner thigh.

Feeling his pointer and middle finger tug at the waistband of your shorts, you could tell that he was waiting; and so you raised your hips up slightly, allowing him to drag them down your legs.

His hands clasp around your two thighs, bringing you closer to his face, though you just couldn't see; Toji's tongue leaving behind a wet stripe against your clothed pussy, your body shuddering at the feeling.

Your mouth could only gape open, your eyes peering up at the same ceiling as you let out breathless moans here and there.

Toji's middle finger tugged your panties to the side, allowing your bare pussy to be on show to him completely, finally landing yet another stripe with his warm tongue. He eagerly sucks, sticking his same middle finger in, fucking your hole gently as he alternates between licking and fingering.

Letting out quiet moans, you fondle with your breasts, legs squirming as he inserted another digit, Toji using both hands to rip your underwear completely as he sucked on your clit

Your hand reaches for the pillow behind you, fingers clawing at the fabric.

Toji raised his own hips, practically on his knees to be able to palm at his own cock as played with you for your own pleasure, getting off to your moans as he continued to have you undone with his touch.

You could hear him grunt lowly, from time to time, but grunting in disapproval whenever you'd stamp your thighs on either side of his head, trapping him between your legs.

Your head leaning back, you gasped, eyes rolling as Toji curled his fingers up into you, eventually allowing his movements to come to a complete halt, your throat mewling in dissatisfaction.

"Not so fast, wanna feel you cum 'round something else," Toji appears in front of you, arising from under the sheets; stripping his own shirt off his body before tossing it somewhere across the room.

His body shifted around, and you assumed it was to get the condoms, where you already knew was located. Though you quickly took a hold of the strings on his waistband, pulling him back.

"No- I wanna feel you raw, Toji," Looking up at him as you said so, still laid on your back; the man could've sworn that his cock twitched at what you had just said.

Surprisingly, he nods, moving about to get his pants fully off him, struggling a bit, but managing in the end.

Toji uses a hand to jerk his thick length repeatedly, the other free playing with the flesh on your waist. "You sure about this?"

"I am." You replied, busy wondering how he was gonna fit inside of you. The condoms weren't lying.

Slightly and slowly pushing his tip into you, followed by the rest, the two of you groaned at the feeling, Toji grabbing onto both sides of your waist eventually; grip growing tighter as he stuffed you full. Your fingers clawed at his wrists, a moan escaping your mouth as you felt his girth stretching you out, Toji using his thumbs to caress your sides gently.

"All good?" He made sure, and you nod, letting him know that he could move, and you were perfectly fine.

Toji's hips began to rock back and forth, occasional groans coming from him, mentally thanking you for the fact that you let him do it raw.

"..F-faster," you let out, Toji now placing both of his hands on either side of your head, his hips bucking into you faster and deeper; the bed slightly creaking from his movements.

He continues to groan endlessly, head jerking back as he felt your gummy walls take him completely, cursing over and over again. Toji smashes his lips onto yours again, you moaning as a result, the man taking your head into his hands as he held you close; forehead leaning on yours as his cock bullied your insides relentlessly.

Pulling away, Toji grabs both of your legs, resting your ankle on each of his shoulders— allowing him to fuck into you deeper, and be impossibly closer, the man fucking you into a nasty mating press as the creaking intensifies; the headboard beginning to hit against the walls, the legs of the bed scratching all over the floorboards.

"S-shit, To-oji," Voice breaking up your words, you dig your fingertips deep into the muscle on his shoulder, Toji moaning closely against the shell of your ear.

He growls, resting his forehead on yours once again, maintaining eye contact with you, so intimately; "That's it doll, moan my name, come on," he coos, watching as your eyes squeeze shut; the man reaching his hand up to gently slap it against your cheek— telling you to keep your eyes on him.

You do so, and endlessly chant his name like a prayer; Toji grinning and leaving a peck on your lips before letting your legs go, allowing them to flop on either sides of his waist, effortlessly flipping you back around.

Pulling out rapidly, the flat of his palm presses against your spine. Hands kneading at your ass cheeks as he spreads them apart, leaving a long wet lick from your pussy past your asshole, he slides his cock back into your dripping hole— maintaining his previous pace as he holds onto the headboard, drilling into you with no mercy.

Beads of sweat glistened his body like that pane of glass, strands of his recently washed hair now sticking to his forehead.

"Atta girl," he moans, slapping your ass and leaving a red hand-print. "Fuck, take this cock," Your ass rippling against his pelvis, Toji grabs a handful of the soft of your cheeks, fucking you back onto his cock; a symphony of ass slapping, and balls hitting against your clit sounding throughout the room.

Your forehead falls heavy onto the pillow, voice muffled as you moaned helplessly into it; Toji fucking you in all the right spots, he meant it when he said you should find yourself a real man. He was showing you, what a real man was.

"C'mon baby, I wanna feel you cum all over me, p-please?" Toji pleads, his thrusts slowing in pace, but still rutting in deep as he fucks you passionately, guiding you by your waist back and forth on his cock to get those last few strokes.

Toji leans forward, pressing a tender kiss on your shoulder blade, feeling down your back as he left a few more, shivers going down your spine as he roamed his hands all over you,

A creamy ring forms at his shaft, thickening over time as he continued to fuck in and out of you; playfully pulling his thick cock out to heavily rest it against your ass, gliding it between your cheeks before sliding it back in. His tip red, and glossy, your eyes rolled as he slipped himself inside.

Toji picks up the pace once more, urging you to your orgasm; your fingers clawing behind you, trying to stop him from moving any more, your two legs shaking as they attempted to stay up, and support you in your arch.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you back towards him; fucking your mind as he finishes you off from behind. "I'm gonna c-cum, oh fuck," you squeal, eventually making a mess all over his cock, squirting— Toji still fucking into you as your orgasm had washed over your body.

A dark puddle forms on the bedsheets underneath you, and your slick soaks on the flat of his thighs, a squelching noise emitting from underneath as you lazily rubbed circles on your clit; eyes rolling from the several sensations hitting you all at once— Toji’s cock continuing to piston into you.

Toji grunts, feeling you clench and unclench round his cock; a firm slap stinging against your left cheek as he instantly pulls out. "Turn around," he commands, breathing heavily and you obey; a firm grip still in your hair— the man guiding his cock with his index and thumb towards your lips.

Slapping his heavy girth against your mouth, warm ropes of white decorate your face; Toji grunting as he watches your face be painted with white, smearing his artwork all over your face, pushing his tip gently into your mouth as you sucked, sticking your tongue out for visual confirmation of the white orb of cum resting on it.

"Fuck.." he whispers, "Swallow it baby," Toji smacks his tip against your cheek, soon enough letting go of your scalp as he jerked his cock with a last few strokes.

Upon letting go, he immediately cupped your face into his palms once again, rewarding you with a tender kiss on the lips, sneaking a quick fondle at your breast.

Toji glances out the window, returning his gaze back to you glowing under the moon's light. The loud storm had stopped long ago. "..Don't you think those backshots were louder than that thunder clapping out there?"

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[chameleon-madrigal]

I'm BAAAcckk Camilo x reader that's an absolute simp! constantly bragging to people about their relationship. complimenting him on everything he does. Gives butterfly kisses out of nowhere. Trying to take the blame for anything he gets in trouble for. And Quickly jumps to their defense when someone talks bad about them?

VI | Cuentos de Camilo

(Camilo Short Stories)

Title: I got you

Genre: Cute Fluff

Pairings: Camilo x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Camilo admired how Y/N is making him the luckiest guy in the world. He loves how Dolores would tell him that Y/N just constantly talked about their relationship with anyone in town. He is spoiled by you, and he ain't complaining about that.

He/him pronouns for Camilo

They/them pronouns for Reader

Note: Hello, again! I might wanna say you are now my favorite supporter, I love how you constantly request stories and had a very cute plot for it! I'm not confident with this story but I hope you enjoyed this one <3

You are an absolute simp for your boyfriend, Camilo Madrigal, its not Encanto's big news anymore. Its like a habit of you to look out for him, after what happened before in their family.

You watched how he tried to save Mirabel when Casita falls apart, and it scared you so much of the thought of losing him. When everything went back to normal and you two started dating, you swear to protect him at all times. And he does that same to you too.

Camilo is a flirt but would always get flustered when you always do the first move at him. Even though it would always be him to do the flirting first, you sometimes would randomly flirt with him out of nowhere that he couldn't expect it.

You are currently in town helping other people out with their chores. This is one of your daily routines when you aren't around with Camilo.

"Aye, Y/N I really owe you a lot. Thank you for helping, if it wasn't for you I'll be stuck in here all day" Pablo said as he wiped his sweat away from all those carrying.

"De nada, Señor. I am glad to help you always" You said smiling at him.

"Camilo, sure is a lucky guy"

"Ah, im the luckiest when I'm with him. He is a great guy" You said love filled your words as Señor Pablo could just admire the way you talked about your lover.

You are now helping someone in their garden, watering the beautiful flowers and cactus Isabela had grow.

"Señora Elena, this Purple Lilacs are so beautiful" You said as you continue to water the remaining ones.

"I know, Isabela did a great job and I just took care of it. It made my house looked so pretty because of it."

"You are pretty also, Señora" You said as you cleaned all the supplies and put them back in place.

"Aye, Y/N stop with the compliments. You are becoming just like Camilo" She said which made you chuckled and took a seat beside her in the bench.

"Its true tho and well that what happens when we spend time almost together"

"It sure does. You two are a perfect couple"

"Señora, you know there isn't a definition of being a perfect couple. Camilo and I just know how to deal and keep our relationship stronger and better" You said noticing your heart beat go faster.

"You two are like beautiful purple lilacs" She said as she stood up and picked out two lilacs from her garden and went back to give it to you. You were confused at first but decided to take it and thanked her.

"Ah gracias Señora, but what does that supposed to mean?"

"Each color of lilacs has its own different meaning but purple lilacs are the best for you two. Giving a lilac means that you are trying to remind the person you are giving to is your first love. Which is a perfect example for you both as you are each other's first love"

"And will be each other's last love too" You said which made her smiled at what you've commented. You looked at the two lilacs that is on your hand and can't help but to adore its symbolism and you can't wait to give the other one to Camilo.

After that you decided to find Camilo and luckily you saw him coming towards you. As you waved back enthusiastically as he chuckled and opened his arms for you to hug him. Which you did.

You ran up to him, securing the lilacs on your hands as you engulfed him into a hug wrapping your arms on his neck as his hands was on your waist. The people in town could just looked at you two fondly with the interaction they've seen.

"Missed me that much, amor?" He said as you chuckled at him.

"Well, how many times did Dolores told you about me talking our relationship to others?"

"A lot of times and yes we're gonna be each other's last love too" He said leaning into you as you can't help but giggle at his remarks.

"Well that answers your question" You said giving him a kiss that he always love about you.

"Lets make Lilac our couple flower" You said being giggly about it.

"Couple flower, huh? And why is that so, amor" He said getting the other lilac and kissed it as he shoved it gently to your face for that 'indirect kiss'

"Mi vida, Lilacs are a symbol of first love and gladly we are each other's firsts" You said which caused him to be amazed by its meaning.

"Well okay then, whatever my baby wants." He said pecking your lips.

"Ha ha funny, I ain't a baby Cami" You said which caused him to have his signature smirk at you.

"Here, hold my Lilac" He said and you confusedly hold it for him. And the next thing you know, he held you up in a bridal style manner.

"What the, Camilo put me down!"

People could just looked at you two admiring you both. As you continue to gently slap his chest as he walks towards Casita.

After much of scolding him and shouts, you just let it happen as you felt comfortable anyways. You two both shared laughter as he continued walking, while you constantly gave him butterfly kisses out of nowhere along the way. Which made him flustered at the sudden contact but still held you enough.

Today is a busy day for both of you and Camilo, you two had a lot of chores to do and on top of that later this evening you are going to join the Madrigals for dinner, because of Mariano's proposal to Dolores.

And you know how that made Camilo happy and nervous for today, although you two are busy you try so hard to calm him down when there's a chance you two would see a glimpse of each other.

You are helping out one of the villagers, when you saw Camilo going towards your way. But he seems so tired that he couldn't even notice you.

"Amor, chin up and smile okay?" You said as he got closer. He was first shocked by your presence but suddenly hugged you which made you chuckle.

"I look like a mess, babysitting kids are so hard"

"Hey, you look great! Trust me you look handsome as ever" You said cupping his cheeks as you saw an obvious blush on his face.

"Mi vida, stop with the compliments. You're just saying that to not make me feel bad" He said whining and covering his face.

"I am saying it because it's true. I still love you the way you are" You said pecking his lips. Which made him even more flustered, and you just chuckled at the sight.

"I love you too, ugh you really do know your words, huh?" He said teasing you but failed to act cooly at what you've said next.

"Well, thats what I get for having you as my amazing boyfriend" You smiled which caused him to just squished your cheeks.

"Gosh, amor I need to go or else you and your words wouldn't let me finish my chores"

"Exactly now go, shoo!" You said jokingly pushing him away. But before he finally go, you grabbed his wrist and gave him kisses.

He smiled at your action, still in a dazed waving goodbye. But as he turned around he tripped into one of the boxes. You are about to walk closer but he suddenly stood up, trying to to laugh at how cute he had been.

"I am fine! Im fine! Yeah, totally. Okay bye" He said embarassed and walked away fast to go and babysit other kids.

"And that's why I love him"

"And everyone do see that in your eyes, Y/N" The villager teased you which you just chuckled at her and continued helping.

~•~

You are on your way to Casita to helped Mirabel and Tía Julieta cooking for dinner later. When you saw Camilo sitting tiredly on the bench with a baby on his hand, sleeping softly.

You walked closer to him and gave him a kiss on the cheeks. He was shocked at first, but let out a smile as he saw you.

"Amor, I am so glad you're here" He said soflty careful not to wake the baby up. Which you cooed at the sight.

"I am actually going to the Casita right now"

"Wait, aren't you staying here with me?" He said getting pouty and all.

"I would love to, Milo but I need to help your Tía and Mirabel with the foods. Do you still have chores?"

"Yeah, but only a few left"

"That's great. C'mon cheer up, don't make everyone see like you are tired, Amor. Smile for me?" You said teasing him and he suddenly chuckled at what you are doing and smiled sweetly.

"There it is, your smile is literally one of my favorite things to see about you" You said giving him another kiss before waving him a goodbye as he was still in a dazed mumbling words but you still heard it.

"Damn it, Camilo. You're losing your cool" He said which made you chuckled at that and continued walking.

~•~

"Ah Y/N, thank you for helping us with the food" Tía Julieta said as the three of you put the foods in the table and setting up everything.

"I am glad to help you at all times, Tía"

"My sobrino is so lucky to have you" She said and patted your shoulder.

"He is one of the greatest things that I have, Tía. I am luckier to have him" You said which you earned a nudge from Mirabel.

"Ahuh, talk about being inlove" She teased which you just playfully stick out your tongue at her. Julieta could just sigh happily at the both of you.

You are currently washing your hands from all the cooking and preparation when you felt hands on your waist, earning a kiss from your shoulders.

"So how did the chores go?" You said as you leaned into his touch and held his hand from your waist.

"Well, tiring but since mi amor suggested I shouldn't feel tired. I feel great now that I got to have time for you" You turned to look at him and noticed his smug look.

"Okay prince charming let's get you ready for your sister's engagement"

"Hey, don't beat me at my own game" He said as you both went upstairs to his room.

"Whats your game?"

"I'm pretty sure its flirting, amor" He said shapeshifting into you, mocking your voice.

"I am just appreciating what you've taught me, Camilo" You said as you've noticed him shapeshift uncontrollably before entering his room.

"HEY WHO ATE SOME OF THE AREPAS?!" You heard Mirabel shout and you turned to look at Camilo who gives you a knowing look. You just groaned at him facepalming at the thought.

"Can you not wait for dinner?"

"Hey blame my stomach, not me" He said before going to his closet and pick some ruanas.

"SORRY MIRABEL, IT WAS ME!" You shouted popping your head outside his door.

~•~

After Mirabel heard that she turned to Dolores who just shrugged.

"Yeah, it was definitely Camilo" Dolores said before chuckling.

"Aye, Y/N taking the blame for Camilo. Yep, they are whipped" Mirabel said which made Dolores agreed.

Camilo was hiding at a house, as you tried talking to the villager who seemed to be annoyed. He listened as you tried to calm down the person.

"Por favor Señor, calm down. Just tell me what happened and we will settle this okay?"

"Tell you what happened? You literally know what happened Y/N" He said trying to calm down.

As you heard that you can't help but to mentally facepalmed yourself as you know that Camilo did something again. While he was shapeshifting into your appearance.

"You see this? My clothes are wet because you poured some damn water on me. I'm supposed to meet someone" He said trying to dry his clothes. You feel bad for him as you tried to help him out.

"I am so sorry Señor, I didn't think of my actions before doing it. I promise not to do it again" You said smiling awkwardly as he sighed at you.

"Okay fine because you have done a lot of good things to me. Because if that was Camilo, I swear that boy—" He said which made you gently pushed him to where his house at.

"Ah Sí! Right, all is forgiven. Its fine it wasn't him and you better go change clothes. Okay bye. Gracias Señor" You said before running away and going to where Camilo is at.

As you saw him you narrowed your eyes at him while putting your hands on your waist. He chuckled nervously at the sight of you.

"Well, okay sorry I shapeshifted into you. I was bored and I felt the need to prank him, and I can't anymore do that showing up as myself so that's when I—"

"You know here's an idea"

"What?"

"Stop doing pranks, Camilo" You said glaring at him and just groaned at you.

"But amor—Hey, wait" You immediately grabbed his wrist dragging him as you walked to the Casita.

"What a troublemaker Madrigal"

"Yeah, all he does is do pranks nothing better"

You stopped at your tracks causing Camilo to bumped into you. You turned to look where the gossip is at, and you noticed two girls that you just noticed seeing in this town.

Camilo heard about it, but incase of feeling doubted and insecure he felt nervous as he saw how you turned to look at the girls.

"Amor, Please let's go. Hey I am ready to be scolded by you once we get to Casita. Come on" He said trying to convince you to shrugged it off but you calmly went towards the girls as he tried to dragged you back but failed.

"Hi, do I know you two?" You said smiling sarcastically, as Camilo keeps on dragging your wrist.

"Probably not" The other girl said rolling her eyes.

"Exactly, you two are not well known. But Camilo is. And yes, he might be playing pranks on people but he also makes them happy"

"Uhh amor por favor, vamos" Camilo whispered as you gently shut him up. "One minute you were annoyed by me but now you're defending me" he whispered to himself.

"Pfft, I bet you're just dating him because he is a Madrigal" Camilo looked at you as you looked at the girls with a 'you-did-not-just-say-that' face.

"Okay, listen up. I am dating Camilo because I love him and you wouldn't understand that because you have no love for yourself. I mean look at you, talking bad to someone when literally all he did was help people in town every single day and then one wrong move. All bad things are on him, really? How annoying is the mindset of yours could be. Camilo is the best person that I have in the world, and too bad you can't have him. So next time, if you wanna target someone make sure that it's not my boyfriend because I'll make sure you won't ever see the daylight again." You said smiling sarcastically, dragging Camilo out of the scene.

The girls could just look at you in terror, by how intimidating you were. And Camilo could just swore he is feeling mixed feelings right now. He felt nervous because he still has a mistake for you, scared because of what you've said to the girls, overwhelmed because of how protective you are and the way you defended him makes him want to just kiss you all day long.

Before you two could set foot to the Casita, you stopped at your tracks and looked down. Camilo noticed the sudden change of mood from you as he cupped your cheeks and make you look up at him.

"Hey what's wrong?"

"Sorry, I probably went mean from those two but I was just annoyed. They shouldn't talk to you or to anyone like that, I just —" He suddenly kissed your lips and placed his forehead in yours.

"Mi vida, you were just defending me okay? I appreciate that. I love you" He said which made you smiled at him.

"And I love you too Camilo Madrigal"

"So are we now good? You've forgiven me with what I've done?" He said changing the topic as you scoffed playfully at him, walking inside the Casita.

"Hey, is that a yes or no??" He said catching up to you.

"Guess it, Camilo" You said suddenly giving him a butterfly kiss.

"I'll take that as a yes, so we're good" He said as you both went inside his room as he gently tackled you in his bed, cuddling with him.

You're whipped and a total simp, only for him.

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[sun-critrole]

This is too short for Ao3, so here, enjoy. A drunken first-kiss ficlet. Shadowgast brainrot go brrrrrr

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Essek had been staring at Caleb’s hair all night.

It caught the firelight so entrancingly. It fell in a straight curtain, but there was a slight wave to the ends - maybe because he had pulled it out of its tie and let it flow loose and alluring over his shoulders. The color of it, too, was intriguing - an even, brilliant copper, except where the firelight turned it gold.

Essek was partial to silver, himself, but leave it to Caleb Widogast to change his mind.

Caleb himself was laughing, his right hand supporting his chin and his left hand palming a heavy tankard filled with foul-smelling ale. The Mighty Nein never seemed to care much for the finer things in life, contenting themselves with cheap booze and cheap beds whenever they could find them. Essek supposed if you were used to sleeping on the ground in a bubble, then an inn with private rooms seemed like a luxury. For him, it had been an adjustment. He was used to it now, though - the sour taste of ale was almost nostalgic, and the closeness and laughter of his friends made the small rooms seem endearing.

But back to Caleb. He was now reaching over the table to ruffle Jester’s hair affectionately, his eyes fond and smiling. She let him, giggling, even though she had not had a drop of alcohol all night. Beside her, Fjord was all but snoring into his own ale.

“You better get this old lug up to bed, ja?” Caleb suggested to her. “He will not get any easier to carry if he passes out.”

“‘M not asleep,” Fjord protested, though he didn’t bring his head up to do so. “‘M resting.”

“Of course, mein Freund,” Caleb agreed, good-natured. “Do you need help getting upstairs?”

“I got him!” Jester said cheerfully. “He’s really not that bad, once you get him on his feet. C’mon, Fjord. Up you go.”

“Good night, lovebirds!” Beau called from the other end of the table. Essek was pretty sure she didn’t have a leg to stand on in the lovebirds department, since her legs were currently wrapped around Yasha’s waist.

“Ah, they will be fine,” Caleb murmured to himself, taking another drink. “Jester and Fjord, they are good together.”

“They are,” Essek agreed.

“Essek,” Caleb hummed, as if surprised to see him. “I am glad you are here. This has been a good night.”

“It has,” Essek agreed, staring at Caleb’s hair again. He wondered if it shone like that in the sun. He wondered if it would run between his fingers like water.

“I am not so sad about things, on nights like these,” Caleb mused. “Everything just. Makes more sense, I suppose. Or less sense.”

“Definitely less,” Essek replied. “I don’t remember how to cast Fortune’s Favor at the moment.”

Caleb hummed, then turned to look at him. The effect of his crystal-blue eyes peeking from behind his dark red eyelashes took Essek’s breath away. “Why would you need Fortune’s Favor right now?”

“Because I have been wanting to make a mistake all night,” Essek admitted, “And if I had Fortune’s Favor, maybe I’d have a better chance of not making it.”

Caleb shook his head, causing his hair to shift and shimmer in the low light. “People make mistakes when they’re drunk,” he explained, as if it was the wisdom of the ancients. “It is unavoidable.”

“Okay,” Essek said, shifting so he straddled the bench. Then he reached out and brushed a silky strand of Caleb’s hair carefully out of his face, tucking it behind his rounded ear.

They stared at one another, speechless. Essek did not withdraw his hand, letting it card through the length of Caleb’s hair and settle softly on the nape of his neck. He was warm, his blood rising to the surface of his skin and turning it wonderfully pink.

“Oh,” Caleb mumbled. “Is that the mistake?”

Essek considered. “I don’t know yet. Do you think I made a mistake?”

“No,” Caleb breathed, so low Essek almost missed it. “Not a mistake.”

Before Essek could register that he was moving, Caleb had already pressed his lips to the corner of Essek’s. He held there for a moment, two, then drew back just enough to meet his eyes.

“Was that a mistake?”

Essek shook his head. It made the room spin. “No,” he whispered, before pulling Caleb in by the hand on his nape to kiss him once again.

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