#some delicious honey for your feed

[simpforrooster]

nothing but a gentleman.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x F!Reader

summary: jake is obsessed with you. you eat it up. you’re obsessed with his obsession. but also with him.

t/w: soft!jake, some cursing

"Get out of here, Bagman. You're giving me a headache."

The blonde aviator grabs at his chest. "God, I love it when you're mean to me." Those green eyes sparkle with mischief under the lights of the Hard Deck.

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin has been pining after you for months.

& you have been loving every second of it. Miramar's resident playboy has only had eyes for you. You haven't seen him spare a glance at any of the other ladies in the bar.

Believe me, they've been looking at him.

"Y/n, how long are you going to keep my boy at arm's length?" Coyote asks from the other side of the pool table. Jake saddles up next to him and feeds you the saddest pout he can muster.

"Yeah, y/n, how long?" Jake asks.

Your intention wasn't to drag this hard-to-get play out for so long. Truthfully, it's becoming hard not to give in to those strong arms. To not lean in when he invades your personal space, feeding you a smart ass comment.

Your shoulder comes up to your ear and falls back down. "Hard to say, Bagman."

"Let's play for it," he tells you. Jake saunters over to you, and leans against the pool table. Crossing his arms over his fit chest, he situates his mouth just outside your ear. "If I win, you've gotta give me a kiss, darlin'."

The way his hot breath falls across your ear causes goosebumps to appear down your arms. Jake notices, and a blonde brow raises.

"What are you? Twelve?" you antagonize.

"Oh, honey. I'm willing to try anything at this point."

"Rack 'em. Honey." You lightly shove him back, your hands reacting to the small second they were on his chest.

"If I win, you give it up," you send the man a sad look.

"Give what up?" he asks.

"All this pining'." Your hand gestures wildly around in the air.

For a moment, despair crosses over that handsome face. He recovers quickly. "Oh, I'm not worried."

Jake lets you break. Two stripes fall into the pocket. Jake comes up behind you before your next shot. His hand slides across your waist and he pulls you into his side.

Right as you pull back, Jake leans down. "Don't scratch."

The cueball follows your striped ball into the pocket.

"Damn," he murmurs. It takes a full 45 seconds to get your heart rate under control.

The jig is up once Jake get in control of the pool table. Not only is he the dagger squad's best dart player, he's got the best pool table on lock, too. There is no way he's going to take it easy on you.

Naturally, he doesn't.

"One more and Hangman gets a kiss," he smirks. He doesn't take his eyes off your as he pulls back and send the cue ball sailing.

The eight ball falls into it's intended pocket effortlessly. Followed right by the cue ball.

Shock falls across all your faces. Jake has never lost a game of pool. Ever.

Jake sets the cue stick down, and rounds the table. Standing toe-to-toe with you, he feeds you a delicious smirk.

"Darlin', I ain't gonna make you kiss me if you don't want to. Furthermore, I only want your kiss if its of your own volition." He tucks a strand of stray hair behind your ear.

Your eyes lock with his and the world stops. What a fucking gentleman.

Fisting the front of his shirt, you yank him down to your mouth. Jake relaxes into the kiss immediately and allows his hands to slide around your waist.

Jake takes control, changing the direction and deepening the kiss. Your hands move from his shirt to the nap of his neck, fingers knotting in his hair. His hair that’s gotten just a bit long.

Jake pulls back just a hair, his lips a breath away from yours. “Damn,” he mumbles, again.

“My own volition, huh?”

“I’m nothing if not a gentleman,” he winks. “A gentleman who is dying to kiss you again.”

You guide his lips back to yours.

“Kiss me, Hangman.”

master list.

a/n: been a little while since i wrote for ole jakey. i hope y'all like it!

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[vibingandsimping]

Random sfw + nsfw thoughts/headcanons for randomly assorted characters from BG3! Excuse any grammatical errors or poor phrasing… it is nearly midnight and I got off work.

Send requests or thoughts in my ask box. It will always be open!

Forewarnings/tags: Trying to keep this gender neutral… mentions of sweat/scent, blood-drinking, possession/control, some tooth-rotting fluff, fingering (receiving + giving), oral (receiving), hate-fucking, some ass-play mentions?, nipple-play, dirty talk, degrading, praise, validation.

Characters involved… Astarion, Wyll + Gortash

Astarion,

If you have warm-blood… such as a living creature. He adores that- his fingers trail along the expanse of your skin and if you could see his eyes you’d swear his name made sense. It has been so long since he had his own warm skin. Since Cazador stripped him of his innocence and life. He lives vicariously through your body. He may be dead but you breathe life into him and he swears his cold-heart no longer beat still.

He admires your features. The more unconventional ones. Like the wrinkles in your skin, the uglier scars that line your flesh. Moles, freckles, stretch marks… they all remind him of how uniquely alive and different you are. He’d kiss each one if you’d let him as his tongue singed praises.

He’d craft you a perfume or cologne to your scent. His senses are heightened as a vampire. He’s pressed his nose against the crook of your flesh more times than he could count. He’s smelt your skin and sweat… all of your essence. He has tasted and inhaled the scent of your blood. With that information, he presents you a mixture of herbs and other properties. Once applied to your skin, it illuminates your personality. Truly, as he said, he missed his calling.

As we all know… this man loves to bite. It is a form of dominance as well intimacy. Your vulnerability and his stake of claim as well as acceptance. You do not truly understand the importance behind the act. He never fed on humanoids until you. You were the sweetest he’d ever tasted… and will ever truly taste. The fact you’d give yourself so willingly gives him a feeling of superiority. As well as a lighter, chest tightening feeling of belonging. As much as you belonged to him, he was also yours.

He truly loves to delve into your pleasure. As much as he is fond of using his tongue… to break you apart with simply his mouth. Watch you crumble and cry from betwixt your thighs, there is also an unremarkable excitement in his fingers. Filling you and stretching you with them. Working to angle and prod the most sensitive parts whilst his tongue slides against yours or along your neck. Licking at the wounds from his feedings. To hear you cry so deliciously from just the thickness and persistence of his fingers strokes his ego. He knows he will fuck you dumb unto his cock.

A shorter smut headcanon but I do believe he’d love cumming on your skin. Your face, chest (particularly loves giving you a pearl necklace, he thinks you look dashing), stomach, thighs… any skin that is available, honestly. There is a strange sense of pride for him in it. To see you covered in him. He also loves to cum inside. Either works, honestly, as long as it is you.

Wyll (this guy has no fics about him. Step up y’alls game)

A true gentleman. He grew up as a son of royalty… what do you expect? If you guys ever had a proper date, he’d dress no less to impress the finest. Honestly, it makes you feel so utterly underdressed. He adorns a wonderful cologne. It is reminiscent of leather, warm spices and a sweeter scent like honey. His vest has gold detailing along a beautiful maroon. Still, in his eyes you are the most stunning thing he’s ever seen. No matter how fancy you dressed. He cannot keep his eyes off you, truly.

We all know he loves to dance. It is something he praises in his dialogue. Still, he wishes no more than to dance with you. If you can or cannot dance, it doesn’t matter. He will teach you the rhythm and steps if you have two left feet. Each time you trip or fall, he simply quirks a smile and offers a hand. He does not judge, only finds some amusement in how adorable he finds you. If you know how to dance? How delightful. He will play some faint music to follow along too. His hand rested along the small of your back and his fingers intertwined with yours. Dipping you and guiding you as the music fades away and you’re left with the trance of his loving gaze.

As much as he is a gentleman, I think he’d love harmless pranks. Gentle teasing of your character to see your frustrations and shock. He’d ‘misplace’ an item of yours to see you scour in confusion. Then, when you look at him, he is holding it out with a devious little smirk. He lets out a chuckle when you stomp over and nearly cuss him out. He loves every side of you and you know that it’s lighthearted fun… and god damn is it hard to hold a grudge when he has a smile like that. Curse him, truly.

He is a simple man, honestly. He takes pleasure in what you take pleasure in. Will indulge your desires and kinks as long as they aren’t particularly destructive. Though, he does have a little… interest. He proposes it one day with some nerve, or, you happen to stumble on it yourself. Nonetheless, he enjoys his ass being prodded during oral. You noticed when a fondling hand upon his balls drifted and brushed against his hole. He stiffened and let out a strained noise. You brushed it again before discovering it was one of pleasure. With that information, do as you will. Just know that it makes him release much easier than he intends. He finds it a dirty (although frustratingly pleasurable) trick when you go down on him.

He enjoys toying with your nipples while either betwixt your thighs or wrapped around you. There is a certain look you hold when his thumbs squeeze and roll them. You arch your back a little more and your thighs quiver as the pleasure shoots between them and enhance what he was giving you. It was truly a sight and he didn’t even have to say anything for you to unravel just the way he’d like. Don’t think it’s just hands, either. He’ll glide his tongue along them, sucking and nibbling til he is assured you’re enjoying it.

Gortash (I’m a dirty Gortash lover… sue me. Durge will get some content later, I swear)

Starting off with the normal Tav… If you manage to ‘fix’ him in a sense, he admires your persistence and patience with him. He had a troubled past that he overlooked and developed some… issues from. Yet, it was your kindness and guidance that led him to stopping the Absolute and creating a better city. He is not perfect, by far. Enver is still a controlling man. He needs some sort of power and dominance to soothe his mind. Though, he does not use fear to control his citizens anymore. He’s truly impressed by the way you swayed him. You can see it in the way he gazes at you sometimes. There is certain softness as his hand grasps yours and he looks to you for reassurance in a moment of vulnerability. He needs you to keep him in reigns.

He loves holding you from behind and to bury his face into your neck. The crook between your head and shoulder holds such warmth and a smell that is yours. It reminds him of the path he has chosen… and the person he gets to cherish for it. He places his hands onto your stomach and allows his sharp, metal nails to tease the skin. To remind you of the still powerful man whose giving up such command and control to you. Someone who grounds him. He might even hum into your skin in content if you do not push him away. Honestly, you will eventually. He could cling onto you like a koala of you did not stop him. He murmurs into your skin about how you two rule this kingdom… and one day you’ll be officially betrothed to him. The thought of him proposing and taking your hand in marriage makes your heart flutter.

Although he is so soft with you, he fucks you like he hates you. His cock battering your walls and filling you up so painfully full. He is thick- and makes your mind melt as he stretches you unlike you’ve known. He may not be particularly the longest but he does not lack length. Sadly, foreplay isn’t the best thing he’s at. You can blame it for his inflated ego and quick beds over the years. If you ruined his initial plans and had him submit the Absolute, he seethes in your ear about it. As much as he is a changing man, there is a part deep down that will resent that fact for awhile. He could’ve had everything he’d ever wanted as a boy. “Look at you, such a dirty thing. Soiling my plans, stomping into my heart… and now you’re sprawled on my sheets pathetically.”

When you finally convince or wrangle him into going down on you, it’s a sight. A mess of black hair and hands wrapping around your thighs. His tongue works rapidly, lavishing you in slightly inexperienced licks. Sucking at your sensitive parts before returning to ravishing you with his tongue. It is not that he hasn’t gone down before in all his years… it’s that his ego was so inflamed that he never truly thought or cared for it before you. He’s willing to try and work on better things just for you. As such, this is a way of showing his commitment to you. Not only to indulge in his pleasures but to show he cares about yours.

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[aajjks]

I love you (m)

synopsis. He is so in love with you and it’s about time he let you know that.

warning. FLÜFF, lövèsïck töjï, hè ïs sö ïn lövê wïth yöü, kïssïng, än ädöräblê cönfêssïön, cöök!töji, FLÜFF FLÜFF FLÜFF! Söft!töjï. Böyfrǐěnd!töjï.

Toji is really learning to appreciate the little things whenever he’s with you.

No, you’re just so sweet and kind, even to someone like him, he’s definitely problematic and complicated, but you still keep up with him despite everything? Why? He wants to ask you but he never has enough courage to.

Funny right? That a shameless man like him feels too shy to ask his girlfriend a question that’s so simple and easy? You make him a different Man.

How? He’s always a smiling man whenever you’re around and he almost cries when he sees you crying over a sad movie that you two watch together sometimes. Or the fact that he wants to spoil you like you’re his everything, every penny he earns? He wants to give it you.

When he’s passing by a mall- he’s got this urge to go inside and buy you a nice present or some makeup supplies because he knows how much you love it.

You’re his princess and he’s your protector because the murderous urges he gets whenever you two are out and he sees multiple creeps staring at you like you’re some kind of a wonder-

Which you are, but only for Toji to look at and smile.

He’s definitely overly posessive and protective about you, you’ve been dating for what? Six or seven months but he already feels himself falling for you deeper and deeper for you.

So tonight, he’s finally going to say it- he knows that you want to hear him say it so badly, whenever a character on screen says ‘I love you’ to their female lead, your eyes are on him every time.

He’s waiting for you to come to his house, he did message you to meet at him at his place, you should be here soon- he’s eagerly waiting for you because he wants to surprise you.

Yeah, he doesn’t cook often at all? It’s all you, who’s always feeding your big guy with delicious meals and frankly he’s addicted to your cooking.

You’re giving his mama tough competition.

Toji did everything right, he’s kind of a perfectionist, especially when it comes to impressing you, everything has to be perfect.

The scented candles he got for this occasion are the perfect scent because they are exactly the ones you like, he noticed them in your home.

And the flowers are also your favorite, tulips. They’re your lock screen too that’s how obsessed you are with them, he can’t help but notice the littlest things about you.

It’s almost creepy.

And the food- oh he’s so proud of himself for cooking it- he was at it since the early morning honestly, but he’s not going to tell you about that.

In short, you’re going to love everything tonight.

Toji doesn’t flinch when he hears the door unlocking, his heartbeat flutters however, when he realizes that you’re here.

“Yn, princess you’re here.” He whispers as your scent immediately goes to his nostrils, and he inhales the sweet smell.

“Yeah, baby I missed you.” You walk over to him and he’s in the dining hall right past his living room, and when you’re back hug him, he feels his heart melting because you’re shorter compared to him and he’s big muscular and tall, you barely reach his shoulders- so instead, you wrap your arms around his muscular arms.

And then, when you finally notice something you gasp.

Toji smirks.

“Toji… don’t tell me you did all of this for me.” How do you have the most adorable voice in the whole universe? “Yes I did, honey.” Don’t blame him because you’re too adorable, and he has a habit of calling you every single nickname in the relationship book.

“Now come on and sit on the dining table, I bet you’re hungry.” He smiles, turning his back so he can look at your face.

And God knows you have the most beautiful face.

God definitely took time creating you- and he’s so glad.

With the most minimal make up on your face and with your hair down, he loves it when your hair is down, you pay so much attention to his likes and dislikes that just makes him love you even more.

Yes, he loves you and he’s going to tell you that officially tonight.

“Mhmm it smells so good and I noticed you got tulips and my favorite scented candles lit up.. your house always smells amazing.” You press a kiss right behind his ear before he pulls out your chair for you.

See now normally he doesn’t do these romantic things. He doesn’t remember the last time he did this. so he feels a little awkward doing this, but it doesn’t feel weird.

“Sit.” He then goes to his kitchen to grab the dishes. Some of them are traditional Japanese dishes because that’s all he really knows how to cook but don’t worry he got your favorite too.

You clap like a little girl when he puts the delicious food on the table for you, and it just makes his heart clench in his chest because you’re so sweet.

Toji sits right beside you, and before you can grab your plate and take the food yourself, he beats you to it because he wants to do it for you.

“Ahh yn let me do it.”

You give him a look and he continues with his work, “now eat, my love.” And just like that you both begin eating. Your occasional moans from the taste of the food Definitely distract him because he choked on his food for a good three times.

“D-Do you need water? I’m sorry but the food is just so delicious…. Can’t help it.” You say, as you stare at the curry in front of you.

“N-No yn just continue eating I’m sorry” he laughs, before diving in once again.

like the sweet girl that you really are you ask him about his day, even though he didn’t leave for work today he took the day off.

And then you start telling him about your day, and he loves to listen to your little rants. Your eyes get wide, and you make the most adorable expressions.

Just like that an hour goes by and you’re still sitting at the dining table when he’s picking up the dirty dishes, and yes, he insisted for you to get up and help him because this is not for you to do.

And he’s so glad that you loved his food because you keep on praising him and stop it before he blushes. “Ugh…” after he comes back from the kitchen after putting the dirty dishes in his dishwasher, toji takes your hand and guides you to the couch in the living room.

“Yn I have to tell you something.” And he’s nervous all over again. You look at him all look confused, “what is it babe?” There is honestly nothing for you to be concerned about so he should just say it before you get worried.

“Yn… I..I..” he’s stutters like the helpless man he is. You don’t speak you just not and look at him with love. And that gives him a little bit of motivation.

Come on, just say it, Toji!

before he can chicken out, you grab his hand and squeeze it, you know him so well, he inhales before taking a few seconds to compose himself and he looks into your eyes.

“I..I love you yn.” And now his heart feels so light, Toji doesn’t care if you’re not going to say it back, it’s okay, he’s a mature man- he can wait.

no please just say it back yn!

He is not looking at you anymore because as soon as the words leave his mouth, he tries to avert his eyes from you but you grab his face and now you’re making him look at you.

He’s sure you can feel the freshly shaved skin of his chin, you like the feeling a lot. Toji is silent, “I-It’s okay yn you don’t have-” but before he can complete his sentence, you kiss him.

And he cannot help but be surprised because he’s always the one that kisses you first, you’ve taken a lead this time and he’s amazed.

He kisses you back eagerly and you’re still grabbing his face so he settles his hands on your shoulders, and you both have the most romantic and passionate kiss ever.

He doesn’t want you to pull away, but to his dismay, you pull away after a few minutes, he just wants to bask in the feeling of your lips on his, you can never get enough of kissing you.

Before he can whine about the lack of contact, you push your head against his. You’re breathing loudly, he is panting, it is safe to say you left him speechless, and breathless.

“I always wanted to hear you say it and… I love you too.. I love you so much, Toji.”

He doesn’t believe the words that come out of your mouth because what the fuck. Toji’s can’t help but stare at you with his wide eyes. “Y-Yn do you really mean it? I..I.”

Once again, he’s speechless.

You smile at him before caressing his cheek.

“Of course silly. I just wanted you to say it first.” You give him a small kiss once more and he closes his eyes, thinking to himself that he’s so lucky man alive and he’s never going to let you go.

He won’t give you a chance to because he’ll make you so happy.

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[circeyoru]

Hello you beautiful and amazeing writer!! I'm here to make a request that is more on the funny side (btw, I love ur stories. Unwanted soul being one of my favorites, lol)

That cursed cat Alastor is EVERYWERE!! And u know what? I give in... Could you write something funny where yan!Alastor is jelous of the cat? Like, he would be like:

"Me or the cat!?" And reader, with no hesetation, "The cat *takes cursed cat Alastor and leaves*". Then someome comes in "Damm, they didn't even think about it" (please tell me someome gets the reference😭)

That cat can have my fricking soul, I love it so much and it makes me laugh so bad udgdihdudhe. ANYWAYS!! Hope u have a good day/night!!! Heudhsudhjdgdhs

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

Hi hi! Thanks for your love!! I agree that cursed cat Alastor is everywhere. More request and ask on him in my inbox!!

Okay, here is short part on Cursed Cat Alastor VS Yandere!Alastor. For easy distinction, I'm calling the cat Bambi.

Alastor's eyes twitched as he glared at the lookalike in your arms; that was his place when he came to you after working so hard for the little interest project you sent him to. The creature, Bambi as you named it, narrowed its eyes as it felt Alastor's death glare towards it, its smile widened as it felt the jealous aura radiating off of the demon.

"Darling, can't we have a meal without that inferno creature in your arms?" Alastor tried to ignore the thing and his ever-growing jealousy. Meal time was a time when you weren't absorbed into your artistic worlds, now your attention was on that damn cat! That looked like him! Smiles and all!

"Then where do I put it?" You continued to eat, ignoring how Bambi clawed some of the smaller pieces of meat to eat from your plate.

"Out the window." Alastor passed more meat onto your plate when he saw Bambi taking yours and you didn't react to it. "And on the streets of Hell where it belongs."

You chuckled, eating up the slice that Alastor passed to you first, "That's too mean, Alastor. I won't have the heart to do it because it looks and acts so much like you!"

Alastor's radio glitched and scratched, his eye twitching, "Me or the cat!?"

"The cat." You spoke and picked it up, ignoring Alastor's shock look and left the dining room.

Vaggie shifted to the side, as did Charlie, to let you passby. They looked over to Alastor, who was still sitting there, shocked and frozen. Angel poked his head in, taunting, "Woah, harsh. Your 'darling' didn't even hesitate."

Angel was immediately thrown somewhere by Alastor's tendril, making Vaggie rush to check up on him. Charlie came over and comforted him, "You know, we're having a fun movie night later, maybe you can—"

"Ha ha ha! Never will I watch those noise picture box!" Alastor declined quickly slapping off the hand she was going to put on his shoulder. "If you'll excuse me."

"Where you going?" You questioned as you re-entered the dining room.

Alastor double-checked to see if he was mistaken. His lips moved before his mind fully processed it, "Where's the cat?"

You took your plate and utensils, then went over to Alastor's side, nudging him to sit back down with your elbow before placing it down next to his. He pulled out the chair and pushed it in while you sat, then he too sat down. His eyes staring at the empty spot that would always have that creature and his ears listening to your honey words. "I left Bambi with Husk to take care while we have our meal. What? Now you want Bambi back?"

Alastor's mood brightened, "Of course not, My Love!" He took your hand and kissed it, "Let me cherish you without any distractions."

You giggled, using your free hand to pick up a piece of meat and feed it to Alastor, who ate it happily. "Right..."

"Oh, now it's even more delicious!" Alastor's eyes drooped as he smiled at you, "You should do this more often, Love."

BONUS:

Husk stares at the cat on his bar table; it growled at him with its fur all bristled like a porcupine. Husk inched away slowly to create distance from the creature that you gave him to take care in your absence. Angel came in, laughing out, "Oh! So you were the one! Ha! AHHHHH!!!!!"

Bambi pounced at Angel, biting at him with every opportunity given. Husk yelped and immediately came to help, "Uh, good cursed kitten?"

Angel screamed, "GET THIS THING OFF ME!"

Back in the dining room, you hummed as you cut another piece of meat and feed it to Alastor. He grinned darkly at the screams he heard, "My Dear, you're quite cruel."

You smirked back, "Well, Angel was being a loudmouth."

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[moonstruckme]

hi lovely!! since requests are now open, i was wondering if you could write me a little something with james..? if this makes you uncomfortable in any way, please do not hesitate to delete this request!! do whatever makes you feel comfortable!!

but can you do something with james where r forgets to eat or just isn’t really hungry for anything..? this happens to me sometimes, and is currently happening lmao, and the only thing that i can really stomach/that sounds good is anything to do with strawberries (consistent favorite is greek yogurt with honey mixed in, peanut butter granola, and sliced strawberries. so delicious i def recommend!!), and oranges!! weird foods i know but.. anyways!! and he sort of like, gets her to eat something..? my boyfriend will literally spoon feed me whatever he’s eating or whatever i could stomach. the whole "open! say ahh!!" and everything until i got full lol

sorry for blabbing!! tysm if you do this request, and no hard feelings if you don’t!!! i have tons of ideas in my noggin so i can send plenty haha

Thanks for the rec babe!

cw: reader has poor appetite, mention of not eating

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 529 words

You make an awed cooing sound as one blue whale brushes underneath another on your TV screen. 

“I never knew whales were so affectionate,” you murmur, charmed. 

“Me neither,” James says. “Bite?” 

You open your mouth obediently, and he sets his fork on your tongue, letting you suck off the khichdi before taking it back. You hum pensively. 

“It’s good, Jamie.” 

You’re not lying. Like most of James’ cooking, it’s rich and complex, forcing you to take your time to parse out the different flavors. You don’t have the appetite for your own dinner tonight, but you’ll never turn your boyfriend down when he asks you to try something new he’s made.

“Thanks, lovie.” His voice is warm if not surprised, and soon his fork is tapping at your lips again. “Have some more.” 

You peel your eyes from the TV to cut a look his way. James smiles, the picture of angelic innocence, and prods at your lips encouragingly. 

“I told you I’m not hungry,” you remind him. 

“Mhm. Just have a few more bites.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I made it.” His eyes go all melty-soft, and you know he’s about to lay it on thick even before he says, “And I put time into it, and I want to share it with you.” 

You know exactly what he’s doing. It works on you anyways. You sigh out your nose, and James’ grin widens, his fork happily accepting entry when your mouth falls open again. Neither of you comment on it, but he presses a happy kiss to your cheek once you swallow, and you accept the handful of other bites he gives you without fanfare. When his plate is empty, he stands to go wash it off. 

“Did you get enough to eat?” you ask, somewhat guiltily. 

James rolls his eyes lightly. “I got plenty, don’t worry about me, I’m just gonna have some fruit for dessert.” 

You nod, still feeling rather responsible for the fact that he wasn’t entirely satiated by his dinner, but he gives you a fondly chiding look that has you turning back to the TV. When he comes back, it’s with a large bowl of halved strawberries. 

He gets your attention, marking an invisible line down the middle of the bowl with his pointer finger. “That’s your half,” he says, flicking his finger toward the portion closest to you before picking a strawberry up and popping it in his mouth. “You’ve got the whole rest of the film to do it, but just finish them, okay angel?” 

You look down into the bowl, then up at James. You know he’s only chosen strawberries because you prefer them lately, and you hate to let him down, but…”I don’t know if I can,” you tell him honestly. 

He nods like he understands. “Try, please? Do you want me to feed them to you?” 

It’s asked so genuinely you can’t even get mad at him for it. Your face heats, and James looks almost sorry. “That’s okay,” you say quietly. 

“Alright.” He leans in to smush a kiss against your cheek. You can already smell the strawberries on his breath. “Just say the word, yeah?”

#james potter #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter x self insert #james potter fanfiction #james potter fanfic #james potter fic #james potter fluff #james potter imagine #james potter scenario #james potter drabble #james potter blurb #james potter one shot #james potter oneshot #marauders #the marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #marauders era #hp marauders #marauders x reader

[roanniom]

i wanna wake up with eddie eating me out and moaning into me all soft and wrecked 🥵

Good god.

Morning, My Love

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, oral sex (f receiving), somnophilia (sexual acts while one sleeps. In this fictional work it is fully consensual between 2 adults. If this makes you uncomfy do not read), PIV / unprotected sex

You feel like you’re having the most delicious dream. It’s all sensation and sound, you don’t even know exactly what is happening. You just know that a wonderful pleasure is blooming hot in your core. Something that sounds vaguely like your boyfriend’s moans tickles your ears and you roll your hips in a unconscious need to chase the accompanying vibrations.

Vibrations. It’s physical. Not in your head or the product of some dream like you’d thought.

As you start to become more conscious you become aware of hands pressing your thighs apart. Of a dull drag against the lips of your cunt. The clenching of all of your muscles in response to a swirl on your clit.

Your even breaths from sleep are long gone when you rouse from sleep. You’re panting, and you’re fully awake when you take in the soubd of a heady moan.

“E-Eddie?” you mumble groggily.

“Mmm morning baby.” Eddie’s head pops up from between your thighs, his wide palms pressing down on the wide planes of your flesh to keep you open for him. His curls are disheveled and his mouth shines with your arousal. His eyes are glassy and he smiles almost drunkenly at you. You notice the bed shaking gently. Rhythmically.

Eddie is humping the mattress. So turned on by the simple act of eating you out.

“Ohhh Eddie. Were you needy and I was asleep?” you ask gently. Eddie hums and nods, bringing his mouth back down to kiss you clit. The vibrations from the hum shoot through you, making your eyes roll back.

“Couldn’t wait, Princess. I tried, I’m sorry…” he mutters against your slick folds.

“Don’t be sorry,” you coo, bringing your hands down so your fingers can thread through his hair, keeping his face where you want it. “Feels so good honey.”

“Yeah?” he asks weakly, tongue leaping at you.

“Ohh. Yeah.”

One of Eddie’s hands slides down from your inner thigh to insert two fingers into your pulsing heat. You immediately clench down on him.

“F-fuck…” you all but whimper.

“Pussy wants to cum,” Eddie mumbles through an open mouthed kiss to the place where your leg and pelvis join. “It’s been so good for me. Want you to cum baby, so bad.”

The desperation in his tone. The way the bed’s begun to shake more noticeably with his thrusts. It’s all got you rocking your hips up into his face, cradling him to you.

“Wanna cum,” you whisper. But then you pull him away from you, despite the tingling in your core. He looks up at you, messy and dazed, questioning. “Wanna do it with you inside me, though.”

Eddie scrambles up your body, limbs moving disjointedly as if through water.

“Holy fuck I love you, Princess,” he breathes into your mouth before kissing you hard and deep. You taste yourself on his tongue and reach down to yank his boxers down, impatient for the release you’d been holding off.

“Love you too, Eds,” you reply, his name becoming a whimper as you guide his cock to sink into you, his hips bucking erratically from jump.

“Too good, baby. Didn’t know I was so close…” He’s apologizing but you’re having none of it.

“Me too, Eddie. Just give it to me. Get me there, honey.”

Your sweet words act as the motivation he needs, because he gains control of his thrusts enough to deliver a few hard and deep ones that hit just the spot inside you. Coupled with his groping hands and the way his lips mash sloppily to your ear, feeding you his every sigh, whimper, and groan - you’re cumming in no time.

As you fall apart beneath him, Eddie seizes around you. Pulling you to him in a final barrage of strength and want and need. Burying his face in the crook of your neck as his hips stutter once, twice. And then he releases deep inside you.

The full weight of him drops onto your body, but you don’t mind. It helps ground you as you float back to earth after your high. He comes around to the feeling of you rubbing his back and humming.

When he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are still tired but his grin is wide.

“Morning, my love.”

~*~

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson discourse #Eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic

[happilychee]

how fairy tail takes care of you when you're sick

cw: descriptions of being sick

I have covid and I wanted to cheer myself up :(

♡ it's a normal day at the fairy tail guild. the job board is crowded with papers, drinks and food are flowing, someone's starting a fight (natsu), and the air is filled with lively chatter. there's only one thing off: you're not there.

♡ gray is the first one to notice. he's at a table with lucy, cana, and erza. he and erza just got back from a stealth mission that paid them well, and he's looking forward to relaxing. except... "where's [name]?" he asks. lucy furrows her brow. "they weren't in yesterday... should we check on them?" gray nods, and the four of them leave the guild hall.

♡ you feel like someone threw you through a wall. your nose is clogged, feeling stuffy and congested. your throat itches and every time you cough it feels like you're hacking away at your lungs. there's a building pressure in your head, a pulsing pain that signals the onset of a migraine. you think that you'd be able to handle the usual symptoms of a cold, except for the burning aches in your lower back. your coughs shake your entire body as your muscles scream in protest, and you curse whatever virus decided to infect you.

♡ you manage to get yourself out of bed and into your kitchen, hoping to make yourself some rice or hot tea with honey. instead, you start seeing black spots swim across your vision, and the world starts tilting like you're swaying on the prow of a ship. you lower yourself onto the cool tile floor, relishing in the soothing temperature against your burning skin. you're so out of it that you don't register the knocks at your door turning into insistent bangs.

♡ finding you half passed out on your kitchen floor was not on gray's to-do list for the day. his worried hands hover over your shivering form, unsure what to check first. erza settles the matter by scooping you into her arms, Requiping out of her armor as she carries you to the couch.

♡ gray takes charge of the kitchen, your favorite recipes coming to kind. he settles on a warm and hearty soup, sure to soothe your hunger and your aches. he starts chopping vegetables, turns on the stove, and soon enough, the kitchen is filled with a delicious and appetizing aroma.

♡ erza is the one who takes your temperature, gets you back to enough coherency to explain your symptoms, and then finds the right medicine for you. she props your back up with pillows, tucks a blanket around you, and feeds you the disgusting cold medicine that porlyusica and wendy swear by.

♡ cana would love to help you and take care of you, except lucy looks pale as a sheet and a little green. she helps the blonde sit at the kitchen table, patting her arm soothingly. lucy mumbles that her mom passed from an illness, and seeing you so sick makes bad memories come back. cana soothes her, reassuring her that you'll be fine. lucy only relents when your eyes crack open, and you direct a gooey smile at her.

♡ you fade in and out of consciousness, snippets of sound and touch registering in your brain. someone is petting your hair while singing, their soft hands braiding and unbraiding your locks. a hand trails over your back, warm and calloused fingers digging into the knots in your shoulders. you purr under the sensation, leaning into the comforting touch. a soft arm, usually covered in armor, wraps around you to sit you up as a chilly hand brings a spoonful of something warm and delicious to your chapped lips. cold bangles brush against your skin as someone lifts you up, carrying you to the land of dreams.

♡ when you regain consciousness, your friends don't let you lift a single finger. gray cooks every meal for you with cana as his sous chef, erza is on top of your medication, natsu distracts you by telling silly stories, and wendy casts pain-relieving spells to help you recover faster. lucy refuses to leave your side until you're fully healed, so she's always fluffing your pillows, bringing you hot tea with honey, and feeding you snacks. the only time she calms down is when you ask her to read for you. her calming voice lulls you in and out of sleep as you listen to her read about a fairy tale princess's adventure.

♡ levy drops off books at your place so you can occupy your mind. most are either your favorites or her recommendations, but gajeel manages to sneak in a spicy book or two, which has you laughing so hard you start coughing.

♡ mira cooks up a storm in the guild hall, partially out of a desire to help you and partially out of worry. there's enough soup to feed fairy tail ten times over, and she insists that half of it be sent to you. lisanna ans juvia also stop by with some homemade baked goods. juvia gives you a steaming hot loaf of banana bread, some cookies and muffins, and a bunch of pastry buns. "it's just a cold, you didn't have to do all this." you try to reason, but no one listens to you when you look nauseous and your shoulders are shaking.

♡ there's someone at your place every day while you're recovering. it could be natsu and happy raiding your pantry and making a mess, it could be lucy and gray cleaning up their mess while erza yells at them, it could be wendy with balms and salves and a story to tell you, it could be the strauss siblings with more food and cheer than you'd ever seen before, it could be juvia with gajeel, lily, and a basket of your favorite buns. point being, fairy tail doesn't take their eyes off you for a moment while you're under the weather.

♡ when you feel well enough to come to the guild hall, everyone starts cheering. laxus fires up the grill, mira pours drinks in a flurry, and cana drags you into some drinking game. the entire guild hall roars to life, partying the night away, because what better reason is there to celebrate than the return of a dear friend?

#lychee writes #my back is in so much pain #I feel a bit better after tea and meds but #curse covid I can't see anyone :(( #fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #fairy tail x reader #gray fullbuster #lucy heartfilia #cana alberona #erza scarlet #natsu dragneel #wendy marvell #mirajane strauss #lisanna strauss #juvia lockser #gajeel redfox #levy mcgarden #pantherlily #peep my laxus runs the grill headcanon #idk why but he just does #that's his legacy from makarov (also the guild but. everyone knows the grill is makarov's baby)

[kitchenwitchtingss]

RECIPES I KEEP IN MY ONLINE KITCHEN WITCH JOURNAL #2

I love making these oh my gosh.

Why?

It's really fun

It's been a while since my last one

I get an excuse to try yummy recipes

You all are way too good at what you do

It's fun x2

Teas, Drinks, And Syrups

🍊 Orange Peel Tea 🍊

Violet Lemonade

Coconut Summer Drink

Dandelion Honey

The Best Hot Spiced Cider recipe you’ll ever try

Apple Cider is basically a homesteading spell

Rose Lemonade Syrup

100-Year Garlic (Garlic Honey)

Fire Cider Spell for Winter Protection

Blackberry & Apple Jam

Witchy Recipes - Blackberry Lemonade

Baked Goods + Sweets

Prosperity Bread

Lavender Earl Grey Cookies

Easy Rosemary Focaccia Loaf for Love and Protection

Heavenly Lavender Scones

Honey Vanilla Peach Butter 🍑

Pumpkin Pie Dip 🎃

Vanilla-Pumpkin Cupcakes

Soups, Stews, And Dinners

Super simple secret potato soup

Forest Porridge

Heartwarming potato soup

Perfect Homemade Garlic Bread

Creamy vegetable soup

Springtime Soup

Stuffed Maple dijon glazed roasted butternut squash

Summertime stir fry

Sabbat Stuff

Litha Orange Honey Cake

Litha Thyme Chicken

Stuffed Apples for Mabon

Mabon Mug

Imbolc Pretzel wreath

Oatmeal Bread for Lughnasadh

Samhain Mulled Cider

Samhain Irish Apple Cake

Angel's Best

(my favorite recipe posts I've made over the years, plus backstories that sound like your grandmother's reminiscing over the past.)

LATE WINTER BUTTER ROLLS

My first post I ever made. I was pretty new to the tumblr community at the time. I loved kitchen witchcraft, and I'm the type of person who will ramble on about how much I love cooking and baking. This blog gave me an outlet to express my love of cooking, baking, paganism, and witcraft. And these rolls are very tasty, I make them to this day!

WITCHY TOMATO BASIL SOUP

Tasty, simple, and a crowd-pleaser. It's perfect for a beginner kitchen witch! It was also the second recipe I ever posted.

SWEET CREAM BUNS

It was a recipe given to me by one of my good friends at the time. Every time I make it, it gets devoured in less than 10 minutes. It was also my first recipe to get over 50 notes. I was shocked but ecstatic that so many people would even give it the time of day lol.

WITCHY THUMBPRINT COOKIES

These ones were just fun to make and delicious lol.

A WITCH’S COZY BUTTERNUT WINTER SOUP

A quick soup that feeds a lot of people during the fall season. Fall is my favorite season, so of course I'm very biased lol.

SAMHAIN PUMPKIN BREAD

I love pumpkin bread and apple cider... So why not combine the two? This one was definitely one of my favorites of all time. Moist pumpkin bread and chocolate chips have to be one of my favorite things on this planet. It also makes for the perfect gift for friends and family. Yummy!

ANGEL’S AWARD-WINNING LEMON POPPY SEED BREAD

I love dessert loaves of any kind, so naturally, this would be on the list lol.

MAPLE BUTTER COOKIES

Super simple comfort food! I love any time of cookie with brown sugar.

BRING ME POSITIVITY PECAN FRENCH TOAST BAKE

I love French toast, and I love positivity~

SAMHAIN SOUL CAKES RECIPE

These are really good! And traditional. If you celebrate Samhain, I recommend you make some soul cakes and have friends and family help decorate. I give the littles a bag of orange frosting and let them go crazy lol.

FEEL BETTER CHICKEN SOUP

One of my most recent is my witchy twist on chicken noodle soup!

#witches #kitchen witch #witchy #witch #magick #kitchen witch recipes #food #recipes #witchblr #kitchen magick #foodblogger #sabbats #litha #kitchen witch tips #modern witch #modern witchcraft

[nikosama13]

One piece boys reacting to you cooking for them! (Luffy, Zoro, Sanji x Reader)

Description: One piece boys reactions to your wonderful cooking skills/ the first time cooking for them.

Side Notes: Hello my loves! This is just a short mini post to keep up with you guys. Lowkey rushed and I wish I could of added more detail, I might later. (Probably spelling errors + my requests should be open) (づ￣ ³￣)づ

ALSO ☞︎ Comment if you would like a part 2 with other various one piece men.

☞ Minor cursing

\Part 2 here! (Shanks, Law x Reader)/

Consider the following..?

Enjoy the read!

~~~

Luffy:

Automatically thought your cooking was better than Sanji’s. The first time you presented him a meal his eyes popped out of his head from the flavor. It was meat that you gave him, which you took a very long time to prepare. (What did you expect.. a salad?) Cooking was like your secret talent, however you left most of it to Sanji since that was his job in the first place. “Mmm. This is great y/n, thanks!” he smiled and proceeded to devour his plate, licking it clean and making sure to not leave a single crumb behind. In the end you couldn't stop smiling that you made your little ball of energy a meal he enjoyed.

~~~

Zoro: 

Zoro wasn’t really a foodie like his captain but when it came to you he didn’t hesitate to try everything you made. Especially if it was just made for him. The very first time you tried cooking for him it ended with him asking for more. He originally thought you were feeding him some of Sanji’s leftovers in the fridge. (Hidden from Luffy) When you told him that you cooked it earlier in the day he stopped eating. Worried, you asked him if he liked it and he responded with “You made this..?” and you nodded slowly. “This is fucking delicious.” You immediately smiled and giggled, relieved there wasn’t anything wrong. “I’ll take some more if you got any left, baby..”

~~~

Sanji:

After being with him for a while you’d obviously pick up on a couple of things, he was the Straw Hats cook after all. Some things you took note of was how he’d chop the onions or dice the tomatoes. Usually he would have you tasting his food but soon enough, on one sunny day he found himself being the taste-tester. You nervously placed down the dish of Seafood Rice (or whatever food you want it to be) and set down a fork and knife for him, he gently smiled. He knew not to judge too harshly since this was one of your first times cooking in a while. Then he took a fork full of it, chewed and swallowed. “Darling, with all honesty, this is one of the best dishes I’ve had in a while.” He continued to eat and cleared the plate. “You should cook more often honey.” ~~~

Finish Line!

(Comment if you would like a part 2 with other various one piece men.) Consider following..? Thank you so much for reading!

#one piece #straw hat pirates #anime #strawhats #cute #one piece strawhats #short story #follow4follow #fanfic #fluff? #roanoa zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro #with: zoro #one piece zoro #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji vinsmoke #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy #luffy #straw hat luffy #one piece luffy #part 2?

[kentocidal]

the betrothal.

users: rex lapis x fem!reader

warning! this file has been corrupted! do not open! yandere!rex lapis, violence, description of a dead body, death of an unnamed character, power imbalance, age gap, pre-canon, like many years pre-canon, historical inaccuracies, ask to tag.

internal message: so uhhh. yeah this. this is an au i’ve been working on. this is my introduction to it p much. i hope this reaches other freaks like me so i have an excuse to write more yan!zhongli and get into the talks of enabler!xiao

new notifications! @kaedescara @yaekiss (want to get a notification? send me an ask off anon!)

“huh?”

you stood completely rigid in the elaborate dining hall of the large house that was not your own, your father’s hand on the small of your back, keeping you from running.

you turned your head to look up at him, blinking and feeling your chest go tight as he laughed awkwardly at your reaction to his statement. “darling, i’m sure you heard me. this is your betrothed.”

“but… what? i never…” you looked straight ahead again, at the man in front of you who was surrounded by his parents and a handful of guards, a sweet and tender smile on his face as he looked you over like you were furniture and not a person. your father patted your back to try and encourage you to step forward, but you stayed planted firmly in your spot next to him.

“honey, i know you remember me explaining this to you.” your father’s lips were near your ear as he mumbled to you, sighing. “if you didn’t find a husband, i would find one for you. i told you this.”

something inside of you twisted. something deep, carnal, dark. this was wrong.

you had known from the moment you came of age that something… something bigger was meant for you. your archon had called to you from the moment you first learned of him and his existence. his voice traveled through the echoes in the stone forest, telling you exactly where the good footholds were to ensure you wouldn’t fall. he made you feel lucky – it felt like you never tripped over stones or the boards in liyue harbor that other people stumbled over. you always had just the right amount of mora in your coin purse whenever you were hungry or thirsty or saw a brand new yukata in a deep brown and black that fit just right, no alterations needed. you felt blessed, felt that your calling was to be a handmaid to the archon, to his temple, keep yourself holy…

and your father was having none of it.

he had told you for the past six months that you were delusional, that you needed to focus on growing up and marrying off and bearing children to carry on your bloodline. you were the only daughter; your mother never produced a son before she passed. it was up to you, but you were not willing.

you felt your eyes start to well with tears and a scratchy lump settle in the back of your throat as you looked at this man, this stranger in front of you, and bowed slightly to him.

“pleasure to meet you,” came your meek, timid voice, shrouded in anger, panic, betrayal.

your betrothed smiled at your submissive stature, chuckling to himself and reaching to take one of your hands to press a kiss to the back of it. “the pleasure is mine. come, have dinner with us. please. it would make me so happy to feed you.”

and you went, because you had to. and you broke bread with this stranger, with this family that you were becoming forced to be a part of. this marriage would come sooner rather than later, and the idea of giving up your beliefs to make this man happy tore at you.

you could hardly eat the meal prepped for you, though it smelled delicious and looked divine. fresh pheasant and vegetables from a garden outside… you felt like you were going to be sick instead. 

you forced some rice down your throat before standing and saying you had a headache, urging to be escorted home by your father. he did not wish to oblige, but your betrothed – what was his name again? – was kind enough to excuse you both early. it felt like one of the blessings your archon was bestowing upon you. he had to understand that this was not for you.

the walk home was dark and filled with your father speaking down to you about the disgrace you had brought to the family, how it was not in the bloodline to become a priest of any kind. you swallowed, and simply turned down the opposite fork in the road towards one of the statues of your archon, refusing to listen to the shouts of your father who demanded you return to him at once.

you instead slipped underneath the roof of the small lean-to temple, fussing about to get incense lit and leave mora in the plate before taking your place on your knees in front of the statue, hands folded in your lap after smoothing out the fabric there. the heady scent of incense filled your head and soothed your worries almost immediately, a brush of wind guiding stray hairs from your face, almost like a hand brushing them away.

you bit your lip before speaking into the wind, already feeling the lump in your throat start to shift and loosen, a fresh swath of tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “this isn’t what is supposed to happen, is it?”

silence in the wind. it feels still, suddenly. you hiccup.

“i’m supposed to be guided by you, am i not? you have always guided me to do the right thing, always ensured good things happen to me. if this is true… why do i feel so empty? why does this feel wrong?”

a rustle in the trees. you sniffle and shift closer to the base of the statue, tipping your face up to look at the hooded figure sitting far above your head. you wipe at your eyes with the back of your hand. “i just need an answer. please. i don’t… think i ever want to be married. if there’s a way to escape this, something, anything, please… help me.” 

you cried. you felt like you were in mourning. you felt so empty, so alone. for the very first time in your life. you felt like your archon’s eyes were not on you.

you stood up and dropped more mora in the plate, all that you had in your coin purse, more than you remember packing, before slipping off into the night.

you cried yourself to sleep in your childhood home, curled up tightly until the early morning when you rose to hear liyue in a commotion, groups of footsteps outside your door and running along the trails leading towards the harbor. it was unusually busy as you gathered yourself for the day and hurried to follow the crowd.

it seemed to part for you, people looking over their shoulders to find you and immediately bowing out of your way to let you through. you briefly wondered if news of your engagement made its way through the city already, that the girl who was the archon’s most devoted follower was leaving the fold to be married circulated enough to embarrass you, but you soon discovered this was not the case. 

instead, you joined the crowd in the center of the city where the archon himself had descended upon the people, holding a limp body in his arms, a long dragon tail flicking at the sight of you. you swallowed and almost felt a scream bubble up, but nothing came. 

you stared into the yellow eyes of rex lapis and watched the fire melt away into the eyes of a simple man. he dropped the bleeding body from his arms to the boardwalk of the harbor. it landed with a sickening crack, splattering blood and practically bouncing. the head of the man turned in a disgusting way, and you recognized the face of your betrothed immediately.

in a short moment the archon had stepped over the body of the man you had broken bread with and approached you, holding out a blood coated hand.

“there you are.” his voice was deep, booming, raspy. almost inhuman. his tail flicked under his robes and you could tell his hood was concealing horns that wrapped around pointed ears.

“what have you done?” was your initial reaction, one that you regretted immediately, because the face of your archon hardened like the stones he created in his wake.

“i am answering your prayers, precious one. did you not cry for me to help you? did you not beg on your knees to be saved from this responsibility?” rex lapis cast a glance over his shoulder to the body of the man that was still seeping blood into the wood planks of the harbor. “he was nothing. cursed to a life of solitude. i am relieving you. where is my thanks?”

you shook as you stared at his outstretched hand, large and wet with blood and claws long enough to rip your heart out.

you stared hard at him for a moment as the pieces that had been handed to you one by one by him throughout your life snapped neatly into place, and you felt like your very essence was being pulled in towards him as your smaller hand pressed into his.he smiled at you, a slight grin, knowing and wise, and his eyes seemed to crackle with a sickness you would pretend wasn’t there as he pulled you towards his chest. “you were made for me, my gem. only for me.”

#rex lapis x reader #zhongli x reader #yandere zhongli x reader #yandere!zhongli #corrupted file name: morax's priestess #<<< au tag to block #yandere genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #zhongli.txt #yandere.txt #woodrow.txt #yippee yippeeeee #posts where the target audience is me and me only

[biblio-smia]

IDEA

Mike vs. Spicy food

oh how weak i am for white boys

the food you cook isn't spicy. sure, there'll be an occasional chili flake added for a tiny bit of kick, but it's not spicy.

a little bit too much falls out of the container, though, pieces too small for you to recover. but you taste it and still find it mild, so you shrug it off and finish the meal.

the extra spices have no effect on abby, who gets through her entire plate with a shy smile that means she wants seconds. so your clumsiness hadn't ruined the dish; you breathe a sigh of relief.

it's not until mike comes home from work and fixes himself a plate that you worry, his loud coughs and red face sending you into a panic while he downs his cup of water. you think he's choked on his food until he asks how much spice you added - and the worry has dissolved into laughter.

mike doesn't appreciate your teasing, abby coming in to let him know that she had no criticisms of your dish - just to rub it in further.

"i'm not- it's delicious," mike insists, going in for a second bite. he focuses hard on the flavor rather than the way his mouth feels like it's been set on fire, chasing it down with cool water that only temporarily soothes.

"mike, don't force yourself," you chide, moving to take his plate.

"no, no-" mike is interrupted by his own coughing, his own throat betraying him.

you give him a knowing look and move to pull the food towards you; you were planning on eating some more with mike, anyway.

"it really is good," mike insists with a frown.

"it is," you quip. "too bad you have absolutely no spice tolerance."

"hey, i do!" mike scoffs. "i can eat that normally, and that's pretty spicy."

you stare at mike with a grin of disbelief, shaking your head. "mike, it's normally not spicy. like, at all."

mike's expression falls and you burst into laughter.

"okay, okay. can you eat hot chips?"

"don't like them."

"buldok noodles?"

"i think those would kill me."

"is it bad that i kind of want to see that?"

"you're the one who'd lose a boyfriend."

you laugh, loudly. "i can't believe i never knew this."

"okay, i'm not that bad." mike insists.

"worse than abby," you grin.

mike groans, dropping his face into his palms. "you're the worst."

you giggle. "i love you! and am never going to stop making fun of you!"

you pull mike's hands away from his face to give him a gentle kiss on his still-warm cheek. "you're cute."

mike bites back a smile, feigning indifference.

"my family is going to completely destroy you."

mike's smile drops.

bonus:

"think you can handle a bite?" you hold up a small bunch of noodles covered in a dark sauce.

mike scoffs. they didn't look that bad. he nods, moving closer to let you feed him a bite.

he doesn't even get halfway through the bite.

"what... is that?" mike heaves out, racing for the ice cream in the freezer. he's shoving spoonfuls into his mouth as he hunches over the sink, breathing heavily. "it... feels like.... hell in... my mouth!"

mike shakes his head as you laugh, coming up behind him and rubbing his back.

"how can you eat that?" mike's voice is muffled through the mouthful of ice cream, his chest heaving as he tries to collect his breath.

you're having trouble catching your breath, too; all the laughing has winded you. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry," you gasp out, arms encircling mike's waist.

mike spins in your hold, facing you and wrapping his arms around you. "that was a murder attempt."

"you agreed to try!"

mike shakes his head and you reach for his face, wiping a little bit of ice cream residue from his lips. "aww, honey," you coo with a grin.

"you're mocking me."

"i'm not!" you laugh, but you're clearly not convincing. "i'll make it up to you."

mike hums, pressing his face in the crook of your neck. "i guess i accept."

you laugh again, quietly, kissing just under mike's ear softly.

"bland," you whisper softly.

"okay!" mike splits from you, your laughter echoing behind him as he heads to the bathroom. you'd only just caught your breath when you hear mike call:

"that stained my lips!"

masterlist | requests are open!

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[astraystayyh]

I was hoping if maybe you could write a one shot with chris coming home from work to his girl sick on the couch 👉👈

P.s im not feeling well and fluff oneshots always make me feel better

Enough

pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader

genre: fluff (a sprinkle of angst?) [mention of period and cramps]

You didn't move all day from your spot on the couch. Not because you didn't want to, but because you physically couldn't; you were sick and your entire body ached. It was a miracle you managed to take some medicine right when you woke up.

The hours waiting for Chan to come back home felt like an eternity to you, and when you finally heard the front door open, tears of relief prickled at the corner of your eyes. You needed him, badly.

"Chan..." you call out weakly as soon as your eyes land on him. He's quick to your side, kneeling before your body and grabbing your hand in his, "Sweetheart, hey, hey. What's wrong?"

"It hurts," you slur out and he frowns, his eyes frantically racking through your body for a sign of any apparent injury. "What hurts, baby? Talk to me."

"My throat hurts, I can't swallow anything, my limbs hurt too I feel like someone beat me up. My period will start soon but I already have cramps and I feel sweaty and disgusting," you complain, teary eyes looking into his compassionate ones.

"Why didn't you call me, sweetheart?"

"You were busy, I didn't want to disturb you," you explain and he gently grazes your cheek with the back of his hand, "I'm never too busy for you, yn."

Your eyes flutter closed at the contact, the feel of his cold hand against your scorching skin offering you great solace.

"Did you eat, hum? Take any medicine?"

"Took some in the morning, couldn't move all day." Chan bites the inside of his cheek to stop his 'you need to take care of yourself better' rant from coming out. He knew that the last thing you needed right now was for someone to scold you.

"So, here's what we will do," he starts off as he picks you up bridal style and heads towards the bathroom. You loosely loop your hands around his neck, trusting that he will never let you fall.

"You will take a nice warm bath, while I make you a very delicious soup," he gently places you on the toilet lid and starts filling up the bath with water, "and then, we will cuddle until my girl feels better. How does that sound?"

"Perfect"," you smile, looking up at him as if he was an angel sent from heaven. And in a way, he was, your personal angel.

"Need me to help you undress?" he asks softly.

"Please," you whisper and he nods, peeling your clothes off one by one until you are bare in front of him. He helps you into the bath and you place a gentle kiss on his palm- your silent thank you.

Twenty minutes later, you are dressed and feeling slightly better. You head into the kitchen to find Chan stirring soup on the stove. You wrap your arms around his waist, leaning your cheek against his back.

"Feeling better, baby?" he questions and you hum in reply. "Here," he turns around handing you a steaming cup, "warm milk with honey and lemon, for your throat."

"Thank you… For the drink and for taking care of me."

"That's what I'm here for," he grins, bopping your nose with his finger. “Now go wait for me in the living room, I'll be there shortly."

True to his words, Chan joins you on the couch a few minutes later. He feeds you the soup carefully, blowing on it so it wouldn't burn your tongue. You feel yourself grow warm, partially because of the hearty stew, but mostly because of his affection for you.

As soon as you finish eating, Chan gently guides your head onto his lap and begins playing with your hair- just how you like it.

"You did well today, my yn," he speaks softly and you giggle, "What did I do well? Breathe?"

"Yes. You exist and that is enough for me to be proud of you."

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[sserpente]

A/N: What if you accidentally pickpocket the wrong person? What if that person… is a rogue vampire elf who will demand something in return? Something… red? (Astarion's not ascended in this one)

Words: 1180 Warnings: mentions of prostitution

Your stomach was rumbling. How many days had it been? Three? Four? Truly, it had never been this bad before. Ever since Gortash had become archduke, the city was drowning in chaos and misery. Benevolent and generous people who’d usually slip you a coin or two walked on now, avoiding your quiet pleas to spare some change for a starving woman.

You didn’t want to do it but what other choice did you have but to pickpocket people? In the dead of winter, merchants rarely left their food out for too long and the taverns were not busy enough to slip your hand into a bag or two.

The streets were your best bet now that the sun was retreating and lit torches threw their warm light on the cobblestones, creating eerie shadows wherever you looked. Your victim would have to be someone rich, someone who could afford to part with currency. Someone like… him. Heavens, he was gorgeous.

A noble, for sure. He was elegant. Full white hair, pointy ears indicating he was a high elf, no doubt… clean and sophisticated clothing. Surely his pockets would be full and he wouldn’t miss a couple of gold coins disappearing to fill your belly with food tonight.

You approached, snaking past a passer-by to wait for the right moment. The elf turned… giving you just enough movement to dip your fingers into the small pouch attached to his belt. One, two, three, four… five gold pieces should be enough to buy yourself a warm meal tonight and perhaps some bread to feed you for the days to come.

“Why, you insolent little…” Panic washed over you when he spoke with a start. The elf’s gaze met yours as he flipped around—red orbs boring into your own, anger flickering in his. His hand snatched your wrist in a tight grip before you could yank it back and flee.

“You have picked the wrong target, darling.”

“I’m sorry… s-sorry, don’t… don’t tell the Steel Watch, please! I’ll leave.”

But it was a different kind of hazard this stunningly beautiful elf was radiating. Red-eyed elves were rare in itself but there was something else—something that told you that you had just made a very grave mistake in provoking this particular stranger before you.

“The Steel Watch?” The elf laughed. “I have no interest in reporting you to the Steel Watch. But in all honesty… you could help me out with something else.”

He was charming—more than you would have liked to admit. There was a sweet tone of seduction in his voice that went down like honey, so much so that you almost wanted to agree with him. But if there was one thing you had sworn to yourself, it was that you would never sell your body to ensure your survival.

“I… no. I don’t do… that.”

“What?” Anger appeared on the elf’s face. No, you realised… it was actual appalment. “I didn’t mean… I am talking about your blood, dear. You smell delicious.”

The thought of him being a vicious murderer on the hunt for the next thrill crossed your mind like a slap in the face—but your theory was rapidly disproved when he flashed you a disarming smile. Fangs. He was a vampire.

Your eyes widened, fear now fuelling your body more than the adrenaline ever could. You twisted your wrist, desperate to break free from him. But the relentless hunger had made you weak.

“Now, now, darling, no need to be scared. I am very, very… nice,” he said slowly, purring each and every word.

Dragging you after him before you could utter another word of protest, he slipped into the shadows and a dark side alley. A rat fled as you stumbled against the wall, abandoning the rotten carrot it had been gnawing on.

“I told you, I’m sorry. Please… don’t kill me,” you breathed out.

“Kill you? I’m not going to kill you. I just need a little taste. I was going make do with a drunk tonight but this… this is much better.”

He sighed when you squirmed, resulting in his large body pressing you even further against the brick wall. Your dirty dress scraped against the rough material. You lifted your head, biting your lower lip.

“How about this? You let me have a little nibble and in exchange, I’ll let you have the gold pieces you were going to steal from me. I’m not much for charity but I can work with a little… transaction.”

He would… was he serious? You blinked at him, surprised at yourself for even considering his words. If you accepted, would this truly be any different from selling your body in more intimate ways?

“I promise I’ll be gentle. You won’t feel a thing.”

“You know, most vampires would have ripped my throat out already,” you said. Your voice was a little shaky but you stood your ground. You had no choice, after all.

The stranger smiled. “I’m not most vampires, darling. Besides, I’m only a spawn, so you should consider yourself lucky. So? What do you say to my little proposition?”

“I…” Your stomach growled again, making the decision for you. “F-fine.”

“Excellent. My name is Astarion.”

You told him your name with a stutter following his seductive smile. Each and every muscle in your body tensed when he leaned forward, brushing your hair out of the way to reveal your neck to him.

One moment you could feel his hot breath against your skin, in the next you felt his sharp canines breaking it to draw blood. He’d held his promise. The initial pain subsided so fast that you questioned whether it’d been there to begin with. His mouth closed around the wound he caused, sucking your life essence out of you sip after sip after sip.

It felt… good. You’d expected it to be uncomfortable, to be dancing on the edge of unconsciousness or even death but this… perhaps he’d been just as hungry as you. Perhaps he’d been just as desperate as you. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps…

Your eyes fell shut as you gave in to the soothing sensation. Astarion moaned against your neck, a wordless sound of approval of your taste. You couldn’t help but feel flattered when he finally pulled away and licked his lips, a small trickle of blood staining the right corner of his mouth.

“Hmm… thank you, darling. That was…”

“Astarion! Astarion! Where the hells did he run off to now? I swear if he’s stealing scrolls from Rolan again, I will…”

The vampire rolled his eyes all the while you kept catching your breath from this unusual and strangely… erotic experience.

“I’m coming, Gale. Gods, the man is a nuisance.” He paused. “I shall hope to see you again, darling. You were delightful.”

Astarion slipped away gracefully, leaving you to sink down against the wall but before he did, he gently placed the entire gold pouch he’d been carrying in your palm with a sly smile.

Against all reason… you were hoping to see him again too.

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[dirtysvthoughts]

hiii i hope ur doing well!! i hope i can request daddy kink seungkwan….. just so starved of dom kwan smut here

tags/warnings: smut, lil bit of pwp, boyfriend! seungkwan, soft dom! seungkwan, daddy! seungkwan, lingerie on reader, fingering, seungkwan sexy on 10 in this 😩, extreme overuse of pet names mostly from seungkwan (pretty girl, my baby, baby girl, etc.), some dirty talk, one mention of a size kink.. anon bestie what have you done to me 🥹😩

author’s note: hey bestie! thank you so much, i hope you’re doing well as well! ☺️ after that one post i made i got a lot of seungkwan requests and i promise i’ve seen them and i will write them! also adding my favorite seungkwan selcas ever for the extra feels cause he’s too fine and so daddy in these 🫦 also be on the lookout for my 1k celebration! 👀

you can’t help but admire yourself in the mirror, the peach colored floral lingerie sitting perfectly on every curve of your body, making everything pop so deliciously. so into yourself, you don’t notice your boyfriend opening your door, smiling at how stunning and charming you are.

“you’re beautiful, baby girl,” he muses approaching you, dropping his bags to the floor. he stands behind you, your back pressed against your boyfriend’s chest, his hands delicately touching your body, sending shivers up your spine and gasps out of mouth as he touches your panty-clad mound.

“shit,” you moan out as you tilt your head back, eyes fluttering shut as seungkwan continues to touch you through your panties, smirking at the wetness now coating the top of his index and middle fingers. “mmmh, d-daddy,” you whisper.

“what’d you say, honey?” he tilts you chin to look directly in his eyes, mischief and lust in them. you shyly whine back, “daddy,” and soon after his lips meet yours in a delicate, pillowy kiss. as you kiss, you don’t realize that seungkwan has worked off your bra, tossing it to the back of your room, hands shamelessly groping your breasts. you moan sweetly into his mouth, body begging for more of his touch.

“why don’t we get more comfortable baby?” he asks rhetorically, as seungkwan already walks you backwards, hands still roaming your panties and breasts until his legs hit the edge of his bed, sitting down and causing you to sit in his lap.

you can’t help the pulsating down there as you feel seungkwan’s hard on come in contact with the material of your panties. you wanted for your boyfriend to hurry up and put his dick inside of you, but you knew he was going to tease you first until he deemed you were ready.

“daddy.. i n-need you to touch me, pl-please,” you gasp, subtly grinding into his lap, but he stops your movement, holding your thighs in place as he insert a finger to pull your pretty panties to the side.

“such a cute little set you wore for me, my baby.. normally i would tear you sets, cause i couldn’t wait any longer,” he pauses smirking down at you, “but i wanna see you wear this more often.. you look so gorgeous in it,” he moans out as his fingers now come in contact with your wetness, pleasure continuously gushing out due to his praises.

soon a finger is inserted fully inside of you and you bury your face into seungkwan’s neck, more gasps and whimpers leaving your mouth. another finger comes into play, and seungkwan alters between curling and scissoring your clit, the motion having the right balance of rough and soft.

“mmm, daddy,” you whine as you press into his forearm. “you feel so good, please, please touch me more..”

“you want me to touch you more, pretty girl?” he asks and you nod your head frantically. nothing else mattered right now but how he felt on you. “can’t think of anything else but my touch can you? such a needy baby girl aren’t you, only thinking of daddy and how he pleasures you.. does daddy please you?”

“y-yes, daddy always makes me feel so g-good,” you bite your lip and you roll your hips to feed your desire to cum all over his body. “when i touch myself, i have to think about you.. your fingers feel so much better than mine.”

“hmmm, what else do you think about my baby?” seungkwan muses, definitely enjoying where this conversation was heading.

“i think about your voice, and how soothing, yet commanding it is.. telling me what to do and how to do it.. i think about how small i am underneath you, and how i love being wrapped around you.. i also love how you fit inside of me, i don’t think anyone else can fill me up the way you do. every time you fuck me, i nearly lose it.. you feel that good, daddy.. my pussy was made for you, mmm - ah!”

in the middle of your spiel, seungkwan speeds up his pace to where his fingers are thrusting in and out of you quickly, causing you to reach bliss and cum all over your panties, your arousal quickly leaking onto his pants. seungkwan sighs dreamily as he rubs your stomach, kissing your temple repeatedly.

“you did such a good job for me pretty girl,” he whispers into your ear, kissing the shell. “always such a good girl, especially when you come.”

“thank you daddy,” you sigh contentedly. “i love you.”

“i love you more, my baby.”

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[stardustloserdoll]

hiii again!! can you do 2008 tom x reader fluff? where reader’s niece is staying with them and tom is taking care of her,feeding,washing and etc,he also tells stories to her how he met reader(her aunt)🥹🫶🏼

SUPER CUTE

(luv this pic)

babysitting

female reader

“hi uncle tom!” my niece alicia squealed as she reached her arms out at him. “hi!” tom smiled as he took her from my arms. “how has my princess been!” he cooed as he kissed her cheek. “good! mommy said you guys are taking care of me today.” she giggled as she wrapped her small around arms around him.

“we are!” tom smiled as he closed the door walking over to the couch, propping her on his lap. “are you hungry? y/n and i can make you some yummy food!”

“lecker lecker lecker!” tom smiled as he set the plate of food down for her. “a delicious plate of dinosaur chicken nuggets made by y/n and i. plus an apple juice.” she smiled taking a bite of her chicken nugget.

“what do you say?” i said ruffling her hair “thank you..” she said with a mouth full off food. i took a bite of my sandwich and held it up to tom for him to take a bite. “you been working so hard.” i laughed “i know.. it’s so hard being the best babysitter.”

“all done!” she smiled holding up her plate to us. “good job honey!” i smiled kissing her cheek. “it’s almost bed time! let’s give you a bath.” tom smiled lifting her from her chair as we made our way to the bathroom singing a barney song.

“all ready for bed?” i smiled as i held her in my arms placing her in her bed. she nodded and got into her covers putting her stuffed animals beside her. “this one looks like tom.” i laughed as i picked up the teddy bear.

“i made it look like him! i gave him a hat and his headband.. aanddd his big clothes!” she said as she pointed the things out. “and this one is you y/n.” she smiled lifting up the princess doll. “it’s pretty like you.” she smiled, “you’re so sweet.” i awed as i gave her a tight hug.

“okay i’m back. what did i miss.” tom said as he sat on the opposite side of the bed. “nothing much, she just showed me the dolls she made of us.” alicia lifted up the bear and doll showing tom saying the same thing she told me. “wow! it looks exactly like me.”

“we should give her a bed time story.” i told tom as I tucked her in more so she was comfortable. “hm how about the story of how me and your auntie met.” tom smiled. her eyes lighting up. “thats my favorite story!” she squealed.

“it all started in 2003…”

“the end..” tom whispered as he finished his story. “goodnight alicia.” i whispered giving her a kiss on her forehead, tom following placing a kiss on her forehead.

i turned off the lamp beside, tom turning on her strawberry shortcake night light. as we left the the room we quietly closed the door. “you’d be a great dad tom.” i smiled wrapping my arm around his waist. “you’d be a great mom.” tom said kissing my cheek.

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[blueywrites]

we bite (revamped)

vamp!eddie x vamp!reader x steve

you and eddie decide to have some fun when feeding on tonight's meal.

cw: 18+ only. blood kink, blood-drinking, imminent threat of killing/violence, humiliation kink, eddie degrades steve and steve likes it, dehumanization & use of demeaning names (slut, worm, bloodbag, slow/stupid), implied homophobia (eddie accuses steve of 'being in the closet'), allusion to anal sex, unstimulated orgasm. reader has a vagina, but no other physical characteristics are given.

in honor of spooky season, I wanted to revisit and improve this piece I wrote a while ago as part of my 1k follower celebration. I have a part two for this from Steve's perspective half-written already, so look out for that soonish! 😋🦇

3.2k

Your meals always end up undressed, splayed across the black sheets and velvet duvet of the bed you and Eddie share. Once you both discovered that humiliation adds a little fizz to the blood, an acidic tang not unlike the juice of a citrus fruit, it became part of your feeding repertoire to strip your food bare until their softest parts are exposed to your gaze and your teeth. And it doesn’t take much effort to bring that flavor out, too. Often, all you need to do is graze a fang along the thin, tender flesh of their groin— not even breaking skin, not yet— to have that tangy fizz spilling into their blood for your partner to enjoy. 

Shame, humiliation, guilt: those are Eddie’s favorite flavors on his humans. You like those fine, but your personal favorite is pleasure.

Quite lucky for you to have found both in this one tonight.

Contentment curls in your chest as you listen to the sonorous sound of Eddie’s rumbling growls, the messy slurp and suck as he feeds on the young man between you. The young man’s name is Steve. You’d coaxed his name from him in that effortless way you always do: by buttering him up all sweet before dragging a sharp nail along the seam between his balls, good-cop bad-cop all in one. You like to amuse yourself by watching men’s sacks jumps up towards their bodies in an attempt to escape the danger of your touch, and this you’d done for a little while with Steve before growing bored with how quickly his shame bubbled to the surface. 

You decide to drape yourself over his side instead, twining your leg around his and perching an elbow on his muscular shoulder, lounging as you wait for your turn to eat him. He’s lovely down there, but he’s just as lovely up here. Your fingers drag luxuriously through silky locks as you pet his pretty hair— chestnut-brown, thick and clean, smelling of honey and expensive vanilla. And you’re quite enjoying sucking on his earlobe now; it’s tender, soft and pliant. You like the way he stops breathing— the way his broad chest just freezes mid-gasp— each time you take the lobe lightly between your sharp teeth and let him feel just how easily you could tear it from his head. It’s almost as amusing as playing with his swollen balls.

You can tell that Eddie is still feeding because, every once in a while, the young man between you twitches and whines through his teeth, his body shifting slightly as Eddie flexes his jaw and presses more tightly to his throat. Steve is plenty afraid of you both now, enough to keep that flavor in his blood for Eddie to enjoy, so you decide to change tack: you drag your wet tongue up the shell of his ear, agonizingly slowly, then smirk when the young man shivers in response. A little whisper of anticipation fills you as Eddie hums, tasting the sudden surge of sweetness from his piqued arousal.

You’ve just grasped the side of Steve’s head and slid your wet, hot tongue into the opening of his ear— his little gasp was quite delicious— when you feel his body jostle as Eddie unlatches from his neck. You pull your tongue out hastily, dropping your food without another thought. 

Your eyes only brighten for the one who truly matters to you.

Eddie always feeds so sloppily, and this time was no exception. Blood has gushed over his chin, staining the triangle of his pale chest crimson. His half-buttoned shirt is specked with flecks of viscera, and his white fangs glisten from the mess of gore coating his plush lips. With his expression loose from blood-satiation, his deep brown eyes hazy and heavy-lidded, and his hair a wild storm of soft darkness grazing his shoulders, you think your partner has never looked sexier.

“Eddie,” you purr, affectionate and sensuous as you detangle yourself from Steve and slink across his spread legs. You settle in between them, smiling as your lover shoves the other man’s leg aside to meet you halfway. “You’re always such a messy boy,” you pout at him. “Do I have to clean you up again?”

Eddie’s dark eyes glitter as you pay him all the attention, and he hums happily as you lick a thick stripe up the center of his chest to his adam’s apple, collecting the salt of his skin and a bloody appetizer in one on your path to his mouth. Ever the tease, you swipe your tongue delicately over his lips but pull back when he tries to kiss you. You’re hoping to see a glint of possessiveness in Eddie’s eye, and ever faithful, your lover obliges. He growls possessively, fisting his hand in the hair at the back of your head and hauling you up against him as his tongue plunges past your lips; his other hand grabs low at the heft of your ass, bunching up your tight dress in his long fingers. You sigh in bliss as he claims your mouth, licking across your teeth and nipping at your bottom lip, pulling until it snaps back plump and wet.

A stifled moan has you both glancing toward the headboard.

It’s your food. 

Steve’s eyes widen as your dark gazes both flash to him, but he can’t conceal the flush high on his cheeks, the quickened rise and fall of his chest where blood has trickled from his neck into the thick hair over his pecs. There is a newfound dew on his golden skin, a fine sheen of sweat caused by his excitement. And he certainly can’t conceal the way his cock is so obviously, painfully hard, veiny and thick and blushed deep cherry red at the tip. 

If he was still strong enough to move his arms and cover himself, you’re sure he would. Lucky for you, he isn’t.

 "Aww,” Eddie chuckles darkly, bloody lips pooched in a mocking pout. “What? You want a turn, Stevie? Want me to give you a little kiss, too?" Immediately, Steve shakes his head— emphatic despite the blood loss that must be making him woozy. 

But you suspect his protests are just an attempt to deny what he’s ashamed of wanting. You giggle as Steve’s face slowly flushes entirely pink when Eddie dips his head predatorily, crawling closer to him on his knees; you watch Steve’s eyes dart down to your lover’s low-slung pants and the tuft of hair revealed at the top of his pelvis, and you smirk when he swallows thickly at the sight. The young man can’t tear his eyes from the exaggerated sway of Eddie’s hips as he stalks toward him, settling at the young man’s side, the same place you’d been while Eddie fed. You slink to Steve’s other side as Eddie quirks a salacious brow and palms his own crotch, canting his hips towards Steve and rubbing slowly and sensually in a mockery of enticement. The show is meant to goad Steve, to pin him down until he admits how much he wants to look. And you’re sure he must want to, because Eddie’s cocky smirk and sizeable cock— clearly sizeable though trapped behind leather pants— are tantalizing you even from such a distance. 

In an attempt to preserve his dignity, perhaps, the other man looks away. 

Eddie’s hand shoots out in a pale blur and yanks Steve’s head back by his hair. Your plaything winces as his golden neck stretches taut, tendons and veins nearly bulging, but your breath quickens in eager excitement as the action makes that stiffness between his legs twitch. Eddie notices too, his chuckle husky and thick as he says to you, "Look at his little cock, sweetheart. Think he liked that." 

Steve’s hazel eyes dart to you, pupils blown wide in arousal and fear. You tilt your head as he meets your eye, and you coo mockingly at your food, "You like it when Eddie plays with you, huh? It gets you hard." You smirk. "You ever been fucked by a vampire before?" 

The young man whimpers, and it sparks pleasure and hunger low in your belly. "Dirty boy,” you purr, your voice a sensual hum as you lean in to ghost your breath over his taut neck. You bare a fang and slowly trace it down the quivering artery there, snickering as Steve shakes with the effort to stay perfectly still, lest you cut him open. When you reach Steve’s clavicle, you lick a path back up the wounds your lover has already made, nipping playfully underneath his jaw to make him flinch. “Mmm,” you hum eagerly, “Eddie, look, he's practically weeping now." 

And it’s true— pearly beads of precum now drip from the tip of his desperate cock onto your black sheets. You meet the eyes of your lover over Steve’s head, and your heart floods with wicked affection at the mischievousness in Eddie’s wide, dark eyes and the devious smirk curling on his plush lips.  "Bet we could get him to cum without even touching his dick," Eddie suggests; his smirk widens to a manic grin when your brows pinch pleadingly and your eyes go soft and wide and eager.

“Oh, Ed, can we? That sounds like such fun.”

“Sure, sweetheart,” he murmurs, holding your gaze, and you shiver with pleasure as he regards you with such palpable affection. “Anything for my girl.” His voice is a caress against your cheek, and you lean into it as if his hand were cupping your skin.

Delighted, you turn back to the golden neck your lover has considerately bared for you, taking a moment to nuzzle against the honey and vanilla of Steve’s touseled hair before trailing your nose in a featherlight line down past his ear to that vein of lifeblood thrumming under his skin. You stretch your jaw with an audible click, and Steve’s eyes dart to you. He gulps at the sight of your fangs, gleaming and white and razor sharp beside his neck. He strains against Eddie’s hold, overwhelmed by fear, but he cannot escape the inevitability of your feeding. 

With a sigh of bliss, you dig your teeth neatly into that aching artery.

Steve’s blood spills into your mouth as if eager to escape him and nourish you. It still tastes of citrus from his shame, but now, the floral sweetness of his arousal is the top note. You suck lightly, swallowing one small mouthful; your prey moans as the chemicals in your saliva begin to flood his brain with endorphins. You suck another mouthful, and then another, glancing beyond Steve’s aquiline nose to see your lover’s eyes flash before he ducks to Steve’s ear.

Your food’s entire body tenses and his fists tighten on the sheets below him, as if he’s preparing for a second bite. You purse your lips against an amused smile to keep suction on his neck; you know that Eddie would never take food out of your mouth unless you’d both agreed to feed at the same time, though your prey doesn’t know that, and the little burst of spicy terror settles back to sweetness when all Eddie does is start murmuring to him quietly without even touching him.

“You be good for us, Stevie,” Eddie murmurs. “Be a good little blood bag for my girl, make her happy, and I promise, I promise I won’t rip out your throat. I’ll be so fuckin’ nice to you, Steve; I’ll only hurt you in ways that’ll heal. Eventually. How’s that sound?”

It’s quiet, but you can hear every word that slithers into his ear, hear every little hitch of breath and shift of Steve’s squirming legs against the sheets as Eddie’s words and your feeding begin to arouse him further.

Eddie huffs a little chuckle. “Tell me somethin’, big boy. You ever suck a guy’s dick before?” 

Your food groans, and you feel the vibration of his mutter when he answers. "No." 

Eddie chuckles delightedly. "Still in the closet, huh? Because I see the way you look at me, Steve— like you want me to wreck you. Well, I’ll tell you what,” he says, low and playful, “maybe after my baby’s done eating you, I’ll allow you to suck my dick. And maybe she’ll even be nice and suck yours at the same time. Wouldn’t that be just a dream come true, Stevie?”

The sweetness in the blood filling your mouth grows thicker, headier. You moan as you suck harder and sustenance gushes warm down your thirsty throat. “That’s it,” Eddie coaxes him, “such a good boy.”

The sweetness in Steve’s blood fades slightly, dulling so that a coppery tang becomes more prominent, and you grunt in dissatisfaction. It must communicate what you intend because Eddie hums in surprise. “Huh.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he purrs, “Praise doesn’t get your prick goin’, does it? You just want me to tell you how fuckin’ useless you are. My little toy to play with.”

That heady, dizzying sweetness surges back, and you growl eagerly, mouth pressing tighter against his trembling throat as he groans— not in pain, but in pleasure. 

“I think I’m gonna need a little more from you then, Steve.” Eddie eyes Steve darkly. “Beg for my cock. Ask me nicely if you can pretty, pretty please suck my dick.”

The young man whimpers, legs tensing as his hips squirm up to pump weakly, but he doesn’t reply. 

“Are you slow, Stevie?” Eddie asks, mockingly light. “You stupid or somethin’?” He chuckles mirthlessly. “Oh, I get it. You’re just a guy that thinks if he can smile pretty, dress nice, and fuck a pussy good enough, no one will find out what a useless, empty, pointless sack of shit he is. That right?” You shiver with delight as Eddie’s voice goes dark. Mean. “But I already know how worthless you are, Steve. And if you wanna keep that pathetic little cock attached to your body, then you better tell me how much you wanna suck. My. Dick.”

There’s a ragged gasp, a burst of citrus to mix with the sweet floral of his pleasure flooding your mouth. And then Steve is answering in a cracked voice. “I w-wanna suck your dick, Eddie. Please. Please let me suck your dick.”

Hearing your lover intimidate your meal in this way really fucking gets you going. You pulse hard between your legs, your pussy squeezing around nothing as the taste of flowers grows more distinct— honeysuckle and primrose, which accounts for that heavy, heady sweetness. 

“Aw,” Eddie coos, sickly sweet with a razor-sharp smile. “All you had to do is ask nice, sugar. Sure, I’ll let you taste me. And guess what?” He widens his eyes, ducking in to whisper conspiratorily to Steve. “I think my girl likes the idea of me fucking your throat. Maybe, if you’re lucky, she’ll even bounce on your cock while you get me all nice and wet.” 

Eddie shifts back, lounging against the headboard and raising his voice so that Steve knows you can hear everything he’s saying. “Because I’m a nice guy like that, Steve. I’m a gentleman. So I’m not gonna pound you dry. I’ll let you get me all slicked up before I fuck your ass.” He pauses for a moment before adding, “Say thank you.”

Steve whimpers, croaking out, “T-thank you.”

“Thank you for letting me get you all wet before you fuck me.” Eddie sing-songs his cadence, prompting Steve to repeat.

“T-thank you f-for…” The young man’s voice is shaking, quivering as he begins to writhe and squirm. “Thank you f-for letting me get you a-all wet before you…” He forces the words out with a squeak of effort. “…fuck me.”

Eddie throws back his head, cackling manically. “Oh, Steve,” he says, almost fondly. “You dirty little slut. You really are fuckin’ pathetic.”

Your pussy is throbbing now, tempting you to attend to it as you feed. But you refrain, knowing that what will come after your meal will be better than anything you could give yourself right now. Plus, the sweetness in Steve’s blood has begun to heat; you crack your eyes to watch his leaking cock twitch and pulse, dribbling white liquid as he humps the air with desperation, seeking friction he’ll never find.

Eddie’s voice is sinfully dark and forbidding, grit low with husk that makes both you and your food shiver as he says, “You really wanna cum, huh? That’s all you care about anymore. Mindless little worm. I bet she could drain you right now and you'd let her, so long as you get to bust before she fuckin’ kills you.”

You can feel it now— the tightening of Steve’s muscles, the frantic pumping of his heart, the constricting of his capillaries as he approaches his orgasm. You’re unbelievably turned on by the anticipation of his euphoric release, but even more so by the sound of your lover’s voice as he murmurs dark filth in the ear of your meal. You’re burning for Eddie’s touch now— your slit is puffy, clit sensitive like a raw nerve, entrance dripping slick that soaks through the thin lace of your panties, coating the insides of your thighs in sticky need.

“You’re mine now, Stevie, and you’ll always be mine. Mine to play with. Mine to eat. Mine to fuck. Mine to control,” Eddie growls. “Now fucking cum for me.”

The drag of Steve’s blood rushes suddenly thick and sticky like decadent syrup as he moans deep in his throat— a long, pitiful noise of relief as he does what his master commands. His cum shoots in long, hot spurts to paint the hair on his stomach, even jetting up to his chest before dripping down to pool in the dip of his belly button. You drink Steve’s blood down greedily, sucking and slurping almost as animalistically as Eddie typically does, ravenous for the taste of his release. You feed until you feel the beat of his heart quiver once, stuttering a halted rhythm that means you’re quickly approaching the line of no return.

You wrench yourself from Steve’s throat with a ragged gasp. Your hunger is sated for now, but your pussy is buzzing with furious, aching need that demands to be addressed. Hastily, you drop your meal; he slumps back against the headboard, spent and weak. But you pay him no mind. You’re drunk with desire as your eyes find the wild dark curls and pretty pale face of your lover. Your need is a ravenous thing, more dangerous than even Eddie’s hunger.

"We might need to keep this one," Eddie observes to you, ruffling Steve’s head of chestnut hair before slapping his golden cheek a few times; the young man stirs slightly but doesn't move. "He's gonna be fun." 

"Sure, babe," you pant, eyes wild and nostrils flared, fighting against your twitching muscles, trying to keep yourself from shredding Eddie’s new plaything to ribbons to get at him. "Whatever you want. But if you don’t want me to kill him, you better bend me over his lap right now and ruin my fucking cunt."

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