#Tw chicken feet

[drakkonyan]

When the boiled chicken feet hit just fine 🤤

[superfluffychickens]

There’s a chicken in my bathtub!

Discussion of animal injury/illness TW (animal will be just fine)

Pearl’s dealing with a nasty case of bumblefoot, I actually had to “operate” on, which was really just a small incision to remove the underlying infection in one foot - the other foot was more superficial. I think the last time I treated her for it, I took of her bandages too early and her feet got infected again. Anyway, she doesn’t seem too bothered by it, she can still walk just fine and is an angel when it comes to being handled and treated. She seems to like the epsom salt soak (which I did in a pan in my bathtub to make cleanup easier), just stood there calmly looking around and eating the blueberries I gave her. Her feet are looking better already, much less swelling and redness.

[jellypawss]

Random ass question but

Does anyone know where I can get chicken feet in the US? (Midwest specifically)

[sins-of-the-sea]

what's your muse's least favorite food? and do they have a guilty pleasure dish or snack? ( for all of them )

"Do doughnuts count as a guilty pleasure dish? Well, it's definitely all of our favorite snacks. We have our favorite fried dough foods and desserts, at least. We're all at the very least doughnut fiends on this ships.

"As for least favorite foods… euuugh. Raisins. If I'm going to eat grapes, I want them fresh."

"Okra. Can't stand them back home in the Gold Coast, can't stand them anywhere else."

"Chicken feet. They're tasty, but I can't stand the rubbery, leathery texture, not to mention spitting out the bones is not fun."

"Polenta. I will not elaborate."

"Pickles. Phi can't stand figs. We just don't like them."

"Hmm…. Pork."

"Wh- that's haram to begin with, that has to be cheating!"

"Drinking, fornication, theft, murder, vandalism, not paying zakat, and marrying someone who isn't Muslim are all also haram, and yet I still do these things--some of them on a daily basis. What makes you think I wouldn't try pork?"

"…Oh. You, uh. Got a point there."

[terrorsmade]

for someone who somewhat happily murders her own boys when supermassive games gives me the option , I sure do take it personally when the showrunners want to deprive me of my sons ...

[angstandhappiness]

ADORABLE

Catching up with Sifu

Pronunciations are provided in jyutping and Cantonese romanization from before jyutping became standardized! Not including Mandarin pronunciation this time since these two "meals" are considered Cantonese cuisine/culture :)

[yamchaisawesome]

Chicken feet are the ultimate gremlin food because they’re so gelatinous yet filled with bones. It is therefore very hard not to eat them with your hands while cackling to yourself because they taste so goddamn good.

[yanderenightmare]

Ryomen Sukuna

TW: suggestive noncon, threats, Sukuna in general

gn reader

Thinking about sorcerer ! reader – only instead of having a really offensive technique, it's purely defensive.

A power to pacify. Creating the ultimate stalemate. All attacks are nullified – people can’t even throw one measly punch your way.

– which obviously means you’re the ultimate babysitter for trigger-happy curses like Sukuna.

The only issue is…. you don’t at all behave in accordance with your technique. 

You are perhaps the most childish and bratty sorcerer he’s ever been forced to share air with. Even worse than that white-haired prick. Where with him – he could at least spar. But you? You just monitor him while making the most meaningless and ever-so-grating conversation.

“I read in an old book that you’re a cannibal.” You muse with a smile. Eyes vibrant with curiosity – playful even – as though the prospect of him eating human flesh shouldn’t be making your own skin run raw with goosebumps. “Is that true?” 

His brow raises at your eagerness. His mouth is a prim line before muttering an unenthusiastic. “Yes.”

“Really?” You jump. “Why? Does it taste good?”

It’s an awfully stupid question – he thinks with an ever-growing wrinkle furrowing his brows. But suppose explaining to you how it’s meant to strike fear into people’s hearts would only make you laugh.

He huffs.

“Tastes like meat.”

“Right~” You sing-song as though it was a satisfying answer – but then almost immediately add onto it. “So, like chicken or beef?” 

You really are such a nuisance, he thinks. Grumbling. “Pig.”

You hum – then smack your lips. And he feels another onset of annoyance – expecting another moronic query to come pouring gracelessly from your lips.

“You’re a little disappointing – you know that?” You say instead.

He picks his head up at that – finally looking back at you through the bars of his cell to where you sit opposite way on a chair – looking straight back at him, fearing no harm.

There are about a million seals covering the walls, keeping him trapped. Though you’d feel just as safe without them.

“I’d thought you’d have more to say, but…” You pout. “Turns out you’re just boring.”

His nose makes an offended scrunch – eyes narrowed. “Watch how you speak to me.”

You laugh – your chuckle in itself is something that makes the hairs at the back of his neck rise out of ire. That smug smile on your face enough to have his fists ball at his sides – and at the moment you lick your lips, saying, “Or what?” he’s already on his feet with his hands wrapped tight around the bars – knuckles turning white in his grip.

His skin sizzles from the cursed energy imbued in the metal – like holy water to a demon – and still, he doesn’t let go. Four eyes, blood red, glaring at you with a look that’s nothing short of deadly. If he could, you knew he’d have your heart in his hand forever ago. But the fact that he doesn’t – the fact that he can’t – only makes your grin ever sharper.

“Wow~” You tease. “Look at that face~” Giggling. “So scary~”

His nostrils flare as he releases the bars. Hands healed shortly after. “One of these days, brat – I’ll have you on your knees.”

You feign a gasp. “Sukuna~ so indecent~” Your grin lessens into a coy smirk. “To think the King of Curses is flirting with little ole me~” You bite your lip, looking kittenish – eyes amused while watching him recede into the dark of his cell.

You break from the act with another laugh.

Beginning anew. “I do have a question, though.”

“Naturally.” He mutters, stretching his arms – all four – one pair above his head and the other behind his back.

“Are you double-packed down there as well? The same with the rest of you? Or~”

His spine cracks between tensed shoulders – and you think, to be a thousand-year-old specter, he’s awfully easy to rile up.

But then he laughs – a throaty, low-tuned snicker that echoes against the cell walls. 

“As I said – one of these days…” He walks up to the bars again, his chin fitting through them. “You’ll find out.”

There’s another chuckle – his eyes slim with something that makes you feel naked. Suddenly flushed – smile gone – you watch him lick his lips.

“And to answer your next question, you insufferable brat.” 

You gulp.

“I think you’ll taste like peaches.”

[ironmandeficiency]

apparently banks are the worse damn cockblocks EVER and i learned that the hard way

[sweetyyhippyy]

After Party. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *Fluff*

Summary: Eddie's fiancé has the best time at her bachelorette party. So much fun that Eddie has to take care of her when she gets home.

Word Count: 1.6k

TW: Very drunk reader. Mentions of alcohol. Reader being kind of an airhead (she's drunk its not her fault). Reader also being hungover.

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Eddie had long nodded off on the couch, the reruns on the tv had run their course and now the late night infomercials played. He felt himself falling asleep while he waited for his fiancé to make her way back home from her bachelorette party, bargaining with himself he would only close his eyes for 5 minutes.  

The rapid ding of the doorbell jolted him awake, his brown eyes scanning the room in confusion at first until the annoyance of the constant ringing brought him back. He lifted himself onto his feet, shuffling to the door and opening it up. 

His fiancé was wrapped around her best friend Gianna, a squiggly smile on her face. 

“She’s fucked up.” Gianna says, handing Eddie his bride-to-be's discarded boots and her clutch purse. “I would have called to have you come pick her up, but she threatened to push me into a bush if I called you.” 

Eddie sighed, tossing her belongings onto the floor next to him and stepping out to grab hold of his fiancé. 

“Hello, handsome.” She slurs the second Eddie takes her by her hand. “I’m a married woman!” She snatches her hand out of his, furrowing her eyebrows at him. 

Eddie wanted to be amused, but he also knew she was going to fight him every step of the way until her eyes closed for the night. 

“I tried to get some food in her, but she wanted nothing to do with it. I brought it just in case you have better luck.” 

“I want him to give me chicken nuggets.” She grumbles at her friend, giving her a glaring look. 

“If you come inside, I’ll give you some chicken nuggets. But you have to let me help you.” 

“But Eddie will get mad if you touch me.” She pouts her bottom lip out dramatically, batting her eyes at him adorably. 

“I’ll talk to him and tell him I was just trying to help you and feed you.” He offers his hand again slowly, her hand reaching out for her while she untangles herself from Gianna. 

“She had like 5 tequila shots. That’s what this is.” Gianna laughs. “Your turn now.” 

“Yeah, thanks.” He replies, giving her an unamused face. 

“You put a ring on it, you’re responsible. I’ll call her in the morning to check up on her.” 

“You need me to call you a cab?” Eddie asks, not wanting to let her go without a safe ride home. 

“Gareth picked us up. He’s parked out front. Thanks though. Good luck.” 

Eddie leads her inside, carefully guiding her through the house 

until they reach their bedroom. “Here, let’s sit right here so I can help you get undressed.” 

She giggles loudly, bouncing on the edge of the bed. “You’re going to see me naked? And on the first date?” 

Eddie can’t help but smirk at her, kneeling down on one knee, grabbing her by her ankle to take her sock off. 

“My husband has that necklace. You kinda look like him, but he’s hotter.” She wiggles her eyebrows, laughing to herself. 

Eddie secretly loved she already referred to him as her husband.

“Where is he? He’s not here taking care of you while you’re drunk.” Eddie teases back to her. 

She stares at him for a while, quiet for the first time since she’s been home. 

Eddie was ready to jump up and grab the trash can in case she was unable to hold her liquor anymore. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“You look a lot like my husband.” She pokes his cheek with her finger. “But he’s hotter.” She repeats herself, smiling from ear to ear. 

As much as he loved her, she turned real dingy when she was drunk but it always made for an entertaining night. 

Eddie goes back to taking her socks off for her, rubbing her ankle when she complained her ankles were sore from her boots. 

“I miss my husband.” She sighs, laying back on the mattress dramatically. 

“What’s your husband like?” Eddie teases, wanting to see what she would say. 

She sits up onto her elbows, smiling like an idiot. ��Well like I said earlier, he kinda looks like you, but he’s so much hotter. He has really pretty brown eyes, and he has this really cute mole on his lower tummy. And he’s kinda nerdy but I like it, nerds are so cute. And he’s really sweet, he loves me even though I’m really annoying and even though I drool in my sleep.”

Eddie stifles a laugh, he sure did love her despite her drooling in her sleep. “Sounds like a hell of a guy if you ask me.” 

She hums happily. “He got me this.” She shows off the engagement ring on her hand, smiling at it. 

He wasn’t going to lie, he wasn’t entirely happy with the engagement ring he had bought her. He always wanted to get her a flashy diamond like her friend Janett Marks had when she got engaged. But all he could afford was a puny diamond that was barely .5 caret. He thought she deserved something so much bigger. 

“Eddie worked so hard to get this for me. Worked a lot of hours and saved a lot of money.” A warm smile spreads across her face the longer she looks at the ring. “I really lucked out with him, I have such a good man.” 

Eddie couldn’t help but smile at her, wanting nothing more than to kiss her but she didn’t even know who he was and he didn’t want to confuse her. “Yeah, it sounds like you have a good one there. Why don’t I get you some pajamas and get you to bed?” 

She whines, throwing herself back into the bed. “I’m hungry! Eddie always feeds me!” 

“What do you want to eat, sweetheart?” 

“First,” She hops back up, wagging her finger around in the air. “Nobody calls me sweetheart other than Eddie.” 

“Okay, noted. I’m sorry.” 

“Second, I want taquitos with cheese.” 

Eddie bites back a smile, nodding his head. “Alright, I can do that. But you gotta change.” He walks over to her dresser, getting out a pair of sweatpants and a band tshirt for her. 

“You’re trying to get me naked!” She laughs obnoxiously. “You naughty boy! You can’t see me naked! You have to go!” 

“Yup, yup. I’m going.” Eddie puts his hands up in the air to surrender, closing the door behind him. “Jesus Christ.” He sighs, never seeing her that drunk before. He knew the next morning was going to be rough for her. 

By the time the taquitos were done in the microwave, she still hadn't come out of their bedroom and he was a little worried that she might have gotten sick or hurt herself by accident. 

He walks back to the room, slowly opening the door to peek his head in. 

She’s in the middle of the bed and on top of the sheets, pajamas surprisingly on her body correctly, small snores coming from her. 

Eddie goes into their closet and grabs an extra blanket, laying it on top of her, along with the trash can next to her side of the bed, just in case. “Love you, sweetheart.” 

*** 

Eddie jumps back from the pan as the grease from the bacon pops at him. “Fucker.” He curses, turning the heat down. 

“Eds?” He hears a mumble from behind him. 

He turns around to see his fiancé dragging her feet into the kitchen, eyes half open, black smudges under her eyes from the makeup Eddie tried to wipe off her face while she was asleep, and hair going in every single direction. 

“Oh good afternoon sleepy head. So nice of you to get up this fine Saturday morning. How’d you sleep?” Eddie puts on his best chipper tone, teasing her in her hungover state. 

“I feel like a giant bus hit me and ran me over.” She whines, sitting in the chair a few feet from him. “Did you have to come get me?” 

“No Gareth and Gianna brought you home, but not without a fight from you.” He smirks, putting a large glass of ice water and Tylenol in front of her. 

She grimaced at him, only imagining what she did or said to him last night. “Oh god I’m sorry. Did I say anything incriminating?” 

Eddie chuckles to himself as he flips the bacon onto the other side. “Just that your husband is hotter than me.” He turns back to look at her reaction, a shit eating grin on his face. 

She groans to herself, struggling to open the medicine bottle before whining and looking to Eddie for help. 

Eddie walks over, taking the bottle from her and opening it, shaking two white pills out and handing them to her. “Would you like a tequila sunrise to wash that down?” He teases. 

Her body visibly retches at the word tequila. “God no, eww.” 

“Come on babe!” Eddie chuckles loudly. “They say the cure to a killer hangover is to keep drinking.” 

She glares at him, holding up her middle finger to him. “You’re an ass.” She pops the pills into her mouth and takes a few sips of water before putting the cup down. “I’m sorry if I was embarrassing or was too much last night. I know sloppy drunks aren’t fun.” 

He smiles as he kisses her temple. “You had fun at your bachelorette party and I’m glad. I’ll gladly take care of you when you’re fucked up any day. It’s all part of the deal, right?” Eddie takes her left hand and touches her engagement ring. 

She smiles at him and softly nods her head. “All part of the deal.” 

“Besides, next weekend is my bachelor party. And who knows what kind of shit the guys and I are going to get into.” Eddie smirks before walking away to finish cooking breakfast.

She knew she was going to be in way over her head with drunk Eddie next weekend. She would no doubt have to rope Wayne into helping her.

[pastorpresent]

tw: abuse, eating disorders, mentions of alcoholism

One of Wade's earliest memories was being four years old, sat at the half rotten kitchen table, sobbing hysterically over the food on his plate - all while his parents screamed at each other in the background.

"He needs to fucking learn, we're too poor for his fussy ass to waste food!"

His dad, getting in his mother's face, hands curled into fists as a warning, or a threat.

"I know, but he's not gonna fucking eat otherwise, and you heard that doctor. He's underweight as it is! I've got his chicken nuggets in the freezer-"

A smack, and the reverberating sound didn't even make Wade flinch anymore. He was kicking his tiny feet, trying to lift the fork to his mouth to end all of this, but it's like his body just... couldn't do it.

He was trying to be a good boy. He really was. He didn't want mommy getting hurt because he couldn't be good. It wasn't fair.

"Eat, Wade. Now," and that was definitely a threat, the words growled in his face, and Wade let out a sob as he quickly shoved the forkful past his quivering lips.

"You don't move from this fucking seat until this plate is empty. We clear?"

The grip on his arm hurt, but he knew if he tried to squirm away it would only tighten.

"Y-yes sir," he hiccuped, and his dad smirked, triumphant. As if he'd won, and his tiny self couldn't explain it but it made him feel like crying harder.

It took two hours, and tiny bites, but he finished the meal.

He didn't feel right the rest of the night. It was gone and done, but he felt utterly sick, like he needed the food and the taste out of him, and it didn't matter how many times he scrubbed his teeth with his spongebob toothbrush, up on his tippy-toes to reach the sink, the taste wouldn't fade.

He'd ended up spewing the meal back up a few hours later. He hated throwing up because of how shaky and weak it made him feel, and yet that night? He'd been practically giddy to have the food out of him.

It was the first time, but it wasn't the last. It may of been his earliest memory, but he had hundreds more exactly like it as a kid. Sat at that stupid table. The plate in front of him. Tears in his eyes.

Half the time, he'd just take the beating. At least he could settle after that, and not agonise for hours over the foods presence in his stomach until he was able to get it the fuck out.

He expected to grow out of it, as he hit his teens. He did start actually trying new foods, to usually poor results. His grandmother had scoffed, labeled him 'fussy', her eyes as disapproving as her sons. Wade had accepted the label, wore it with a twinge of embarrassment- because while he was good at not taking himself seriously, it still sucked ass not to be able to order off the adult menu in most restaurants and to turn down completely normal adult snacks because he couldn't stand certain textures or tastes.

He never grew out of it, in the end, but the list of foods he deemed as 'safe' did expand just a little.

It wasn't until he was older and they learnt about neurodivergence in health class that he ever heard a description accurate to his relationship with food. Avoidant restrictive food intake disorder. ARFID.

Wade had scribbled it down in his textbook, and ended up being late home from school that day because he was busy looking it up in the school library.

He could've cried with relief, honestly. A word. A diagnosis, even if he'd never get an official one. He wasn't some unique, one person freak show. It was a disorder. A disorder a lot of people suffered with.

He still struggled, but it was nice to have that layer of understanding.

His mutation made it worse. Changed the texture of his mouth, his tongue, and so things that had once been safe no longer were. He was practically starting from scratch, but he managed.

He got his ramen. His chicken nuggets. His boxed mac and cheese.

It was all fine and dandy and hey - on the plus side, the nutrionless crap he was eating couldn't kill him now! Unless heart disease could beat out regenerative healing, but when he considered how often Logan must've destroyed his liver by now - he figured he'd be fine.

Well, it was all fine until Logan moved in.

Him and Al never really 'cooked". They'd get take out, where Wade could get exactly as he wanted, or if not they didn't really eat together. Al would have whatever she was having, and Wade would knock himself up something of his own, and other than an occasional lighthearted comment about Wade having the dietary choices of a toddler, not much else was said. Al's comments didn't bother him anyway, because he knew they weren't insults. Didn't sting like his father's words.

He did their grocery shop too, so it all worked out fine.

When Logan moved in, he wanted to be helpful. He was struggling to find a job that would take him without a social security number or any form of identification that didn't technically belong to a man everyone knew to be dead. It meant he couldn't contribute to the rent and bills, and Wade knew he felt guilty about that even if he'd told him a million times over that it didn't matter.

He loved having Logan around. He'd pulled him from his own universe to be here. Giving him a roof over his head and sharing his bed while Al took the pullout really wasn't a big deal, and absolutely not something Logan had to repay him for.

He started taking on the domestic duties around the house as a way of payment anyway. The apartment had never been cleaner, that's for sure, and he took Mary Puppins on all of her walks.

It was fine. Everything was fine. Until Wade had came home from work one day and found that Logan had took it upon himself to go stock up on groceries, and cook dinner.

Wade hated how nervous seeing someone standing over a fucking stove made him. He knew a psychiatrist would probably give some dumb spiel about PTSD and unresolved trauma, but Wade just felt like a fucking idiot, freezing up in his own kitchen at the sight of Logan cooking and humming along to their old, shitty radio.

"Hey, how was work?" Logan glanced up from the steaks sizzling in the pan.

Wade needed to get it the fuck together. He couldn't let Logan realise how pathetic he truly was.

"Fine, dull," he replied with a shrug, hanging up his jacket and trying to quell the rising panic, but the smell alone was a lot and he could already feel his body tensing up, his fight or flight kicking in, and he wanted to scream and rip his own skin off because it was so fucking dumb.

"You alright, bub?" Logan asked, pulling Wade from his thoughts.

He nodded.

"Yeah I- need to shower," he excused, figuring it was a good enough reason to dip out and try to get a fucking grip.

"Alright," Logan said, eyebrow raised, "well dinners probably gonna be ready in twenty minutes or so."

Wade nodded, plastering on his best grin, "can't wait, peanut," he said, before quickly rushing out the room.

//

He felt like he was walking into the lions den, entering the kitchen. The shower and ten minute self pep talk did very little to fill him with confidence. Logan and Al were already sat at the table. Mary Puppins waited eagerly at their feet.

"There, the fuckers here. Can we eat now?" Al demanded, and Logan rolled his eyes but he was wearing one of those almost fond smiles, "go ahead."

Wade took his usual seat next to Logan, between him and Al, and picked up his knife and fork, staring down at the plate. Steak, mashed potatoes and green beans.

A normal fucking meal for an adult, and yet Wade felt his stomach tying itself into intricate knots just looking at it.

Al and Logan were chatting about the movie they'd watched last night, but their voices were muffled and distant. He scooped up a tiny bit of the potatoes, shoving it in before he could change his mind, forcing his throat to work and swallow it quickly. He could still taste it, could feel the texture imprinted onto his tastebuds.

He could do this. He could. Just get through one measly meal, and it would be fine. He already knew how strange he came across, and it was an honest to God miracle that Logan had stuck around - what if this was the final straw? Watching Wade waste the perfectly good meal he'd stood and cooked for him in favour of something beige and cooked in the microwave?

If he was going to lose Logan, it would have to be for a hell of a better reason than that.

He kept going, so focused on getting the food down that he missed the worried glances Logan was throwing his way.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but his thoughts were interrupted by the clattering of silverware.

"That was delicious. Who knew your dumbass could actually cook a meal?" Al commented, and when Wade looked up both of their plates were clear. He looked back to his own. At the single missing green bean, and pitiful dint in the mashed potatoes. The hardly distinguishable sliver of missing steak.

"I'm two hundred years old, picking up some hobbies here and there becomes a necessity to maintaining sanity," Logan shrugged, smiling, but it didn't feel like it was fully a joke and it only made Wade feel that much more guilty.

"Well, it's Wade's turn for dishes so I'm off to bingo. Don't wait up," Al left the table, barely side stepping Mary Puppins, and Wade could feel Logan's eyes on him now.

He didn't dare meet his gaze, forcing a bite of steak past his lips.

"What's up with you? You not into steak?"

There was no bite behind the words, and yet they made his breathing pick up all the same.

"I- I am, it's- good, honest. Thank you," he said, taking another bite, ignoring his body's protests, suppressing the shiver.

"Wade. Look at me," his head snapped to Logan. He was already in trouble. If he started being bad and not listening, it would hurt more, and he couldn't-

"Hey," Logan's voice was oddly soft when he spoke, but firm enough to get his attention. He reached over, pushed Wade's hands down gently, uncurled his fingers from their white knuckled grip around the cutlery.

Wade watched him do it, utterly confused.

"I'll eat it. I will, I'm trying," he hated the childlike panic that had taken over his brain. He felt like that four year old again, staring at his plate with a wobbling lip and damp eyes.

But he felt helpless to stop it.

"Do you not like it?" Logan asked.

Wade was biting his lip hard enough that he tasted blood, "it's... thank you. For making it for me."

"That's not an answer bub," Logan hummed, "do you like it or no?"

Wade chewed the torn skin of his bottom lip. Shook his head once. Tried to get his body to calm the fuck down.

Logan reached over. Wade flinched, cringing in on himself, eyes squeezed shut, bracing for an impact that never came. Instead he just used his thumb to release the lip Wade was using as a chew toy from between his teeth.

"Ok, that's alright. No worries, yeah? You want me to make you some of that ramen stuff you like instead?"

"I- I have food, you cooked me it, I shouldn't..." he trailed off when his throat felt tight.

"And you don't like it, which is completely fine. I'll clean up, you go sit on the couch and I'll bring you some ramen in soon."

"Logan-"

"Wasn't a request, bub. Go pick us a movie to watch," Logan stood, piling up all three plates, and Wade could've cried with relief honestly.

He got up and went to the couch, picking out Shaun of the Dead and sticking it in the pink Hello Kitty DVD player he'd scored years ago at the thrift store. He sat down, but his leg was bouncing like crazy and he couldn't get his eyes to focus.

Logan said it was fine, he reminded himself. He wasn't angry. But what if he was lying? What if he was just trying to lure him into a false sense of security? Make that first hit hurt even harder?

His dad had done that, in the past. Wade never understood why. Boredom, maybe? The same cycle of screaming at him, beating him bloody, rinse and repeat probably got old he supposed.

By the time Logan came over, bowl of noodles in hand, Wade was struggling through a fully fledged panic attack.

"I'm sorry, sorry, I'll- been bad, I'm sorry," he couldn't stop shaking, his breath punched out of him as he curled in on himself, burying his head in his knees which he pulled up tightly to his chest.

'You're a little pussy, no fucking son of mine. Stop hiding, boy!'

"Wade, Wade no. I'm not angry, you didn't do anything bad," he felt the couch dip next to him, and an arm wrapped around his back, pulling him against the solid warmth and familiar scent of Logan.

"I'm sorry," he didn't feel capable of saying anything else, and Logan shushed him softly, reaching out to grasp his hand, "it's fine, really. Look at me, sweetheart."

Wade reluctantly lifted his head, looking over at the older man who's face was filled with a genuine concern.

He hated that. Hated that he was so much of a fucking freak, making Logan worry about him because he couldn't get a damn grip on his own thoughts. He knew comforting people wasn't something that Logan necessarily enjoyed, and it was ridiculous and unfair for him to have to do it over something so small and dumb.

"I-"

"Shhh, just breathe. In and out. Slowly," Logan guided, emphasising his own, his thumb rubbing gentle circles around Wade's shoulder.

Wade copied. Eventually, he felt his body relaxing somewhat. He didn't realise he was leaning so heavily against him, eyes slipping closed, until one of Logan's arms wrapped around his waist.

His cheeks burned, but Logan wasn't pushing him off, and there was something soothing about his body heat and listening to the beat of his heart, even if it was muffled by the metal binded to his ribcage.

He wasn't sure how long he lay snuggled into Logan's side, but eventually he felt able to speak a bit more, his throat not so tight and brain not so crowded.

"My dad used to... get mad, if I didn't eat what I was given. Used to beat me for it," he said quietly.

Logan was silent for a long moment, and Wade almost pulled back just to see if he could read his expression. The hand on his waist tightened, fingers slipping beneath his shirt to run patterns over his hip bones.

"Dad's fucking suck. Hell, I killed mine. I wish I could kill yours, for doing that to you."

A sick, deeply twisted part of him wanted Logan to do it. Wanted to watch as his dad squirmed on the floor, covered in blood and bruises, all while he begged for mercy from an angry man who was so much bigger and stronger than him. Poetic justice really, but...

"He's already dead, sadly. Heart attack a few years ago."

"I'd say sorry for your loss, but I'm not," Logan commented, and Wade snorted against him, "yeah, me neither."

The silence returned. Wade hated silence, usually. Would say any dumb shit to fill it. Except it felt kind of... nice, right now. Comfortable. He didn't mind stewing in it for a few minutes.

"You know I'd never..." Logan trailed off, struggling with his words for a moment, which was odd. Wade had never heard him do that.

"I'd never hurt you like that. I know that sounds dumb, given the fact we fought each other a million times in the void, but I wouldn't..." he trailed off again, grunting in frustration.

Wade finally lifted up enough to look at him.

"I know. It's different when we fight, anyway. I'm immortal. You're immortal. I get my own hits in, and I fight dirty. It's a level playing field. With my dad... he started when I was four. I didn't have much of a chance," he shrugged, ignoring the flash of anger on Logan's face at the number, "I kind of like our fights. They keep me on my game, and I know I can't actually hurt you permanently. It's more like..."

"Play fighting?" Logan finished, his tone teasing but Wade knew he was serious, knew it was probably the only accurate word for what they did, "yeah," he grinned, and Logan chuckled.

Silence returned, their gazes locked. Logan's eyes went impossibly soft, "you alright now, bub?"

Wade nodded, leaning into the touch of his hip, bringing his own hand to rest on Logan's chest, "yeah, thank you."

"You want your ramen?" Logan asked softly, hurriedly adding, "if not that's okay, you don't have to. Just don't want you going hungry."

Wade nodded, and separated reluctantly from Logan to grab the bowl. He immediately felt a brief shock of that familiar panic and dread, but forced himself to remember that Logan wasn't mad, hadn't left him, he was right there.

He started eating, and Logan's arm returned to his waist, tugging him back in against his chest so he was situated between the older mans legs.

He looked up with a small smile, but Logan was pointedly watching the TV, even if the corners of his lips twitched upwards.

Eating the noodles was easy, and Wade didn't realise how hungry he'd been until it was gone.

"Can I ask you something? You don't gotta answer if you don't want to," Logan asked, taking the empty bowl from his hands and putting it on the coffee table.

"Sure," Wade shrugged, getting comfortable against him.

"It's... safe foods and stuff, right? You can only eat certain things? It's got a name, an annogram... starts with an A, I think?"

Wade sat up fully, brows furrowing as he looked over at Logan.

"ARFID. How do you know about that?" He asked, head tilting to the side. It's not something he had even knew where to start explaining to somebody like Logan. He worried he'd have the same outdated 'kids are just brats these days' kind of outlook on it that his dad did, but he scolded himself for that. Ever since they'd met, Logan had proved his stance on most topics was oddly forward thinking. Wade remembered one particularly impassioned rant about gay rights one night when some old trump clip had played on the news.

He just didn't expect Logan to know what it was at all, nevermind identify the behaviours as such.

"I never taught at the mansion, but I was around a lot. Charles said the kids liked me, for some reason, and I sort of became... not a counsellor, because I'm too fucked up for that, but just someone who the kids knew they could come to. Few of 'em struggled at meal times. Would come see me and I'd make chicken nuggets or whatever they felt able to eat. Sit with them while they did," Logan had that sort of glossy distant look in his eyes, the same one he always seemed to adopt whenever he'd reflect on his past.

Wade felt ready to melt into the damn couch cushions, his love for Logan increasing tenfold. There was a niggling sense of envy, too, just below the surface. He was glad the kids Logan cared for weren't abused for something out of their hands. That they were understood, even if only during their stay at the mansion.

But it didn't stop the jealousy from burning low and ugly inside of him. He never got that, never had an ounce of understanding from anyone. He was punished instead. Not starved, because he was always offered food technically, but in a way...

"I'm glad they had someone like you to support them. I'm sure that meant a lot," Wade said, no jokes, his face serious.

Logan looked away. That look grew more haunted, and he shook his head, "very little consolation considering most of them died because of me in the end."

"Lo, you didn't-"

"I know," Logan interrupted, his face completely unconvinced, "I know you disagree, that's fine. We don't... let's not talk about it again," he said, and Wade didn't want to drop it, wanted to argue until he lost his voice that what those people did wasn't Logan's fault - but it's an argument they'd had a million times over, and he never made any headway.

It always ended with Logan storming out to a bar to get pissed, likely in some dumb effort to prove how 'terrible' he was, and then they wouldn't speak for a few days until they both missed the other's company enough to put the debate and their pride aside.

So as much as Wade wanted to argue his point, he let it be done for now.

"Do need you to do me a favour though, bub."

"Hm?" Wade hummed.

"A list - all your safe foods. Bit pointless me shopping and cooking if I don't know what you can eat," Logan said, and Wade's throat went completely dry.

He'd wrote a list once. Only once. When he was nine, when he'd convinced himself his parents didn't hate him - they just didn't understand, and he could help. He wrote a list in his wobbly handwriting, the foods he liked - the foods he wouldn't need to expel from his body. He'd drew pictures next to each one. He'd gave it to his dad with a smile.

The smile had been slapped off his face. The list had been hung on the fridge, the only piece of his artwork to ever feature there, as a warning to his mother about what not to buy on their grocery trip.

And now here Logan was. Asking for one, so he could make sure he could stock those things, cook them for him.

He all but threw himself against Logan, who merely grunted at the impact, wrapping him easily in a hug while Wade practically squeezed the life out of him.

"Thank you," he mumbled against his neck.

"Don't mention it."

[angel-of-the-moons]

Chocolates vs Aliens Pt. 2

Symbrock x Pregnant!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, PiV sex, unprotected sex, fluff, pregnancy, childbirth, anxiety, mentioned somnophilia (consented), lactation kink(?), oral sex (f! receiving)

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Taglist: @yoink-a-doink @jayfall93 @being-worthy @theflamingraven

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Every day passed meant it was another day your baby girl grew, another kick, another day closer to being able to hold her in your arms and see her tiny face.

Of course, Eddie and Venom were excited, too. You guys moved fast, but everything came in stride, as if you were together for years. Despite the strange circumstances surrounding the three of you, you were content. Eddie and Venom treated the baby as if they fathered it, and you couldn't be happier. Even if you and Venom were in a constant battle for dominance when it came to chocolate. (Spoiler: you almost always won.)

You especially loved it when Venom cradled your belly. He did it at every available opportunity he could snag. Eddie meanwhile took care of a few more mundane things, splitting with Venom the duties of helping your changing body as your due date closed in on you.

Eddie would massage your feet and swollen ankles, while Venom's inky body would surround your midsection, taking the weight of the baby up off your hips, easing the strain on your back...

But your favorite day so far has to be today.

Because right now, you were currently watching Eddie and Venom snap at each other as they struggled to assemble the crib you ordered online.

No written directions were included, merely pictures of most of the crib already assembled; and the two already had to take it apart three times to start over.

"No, that part goes to that part and that one goes there!" Eddie snapped as the symbiote held a screwdriver and a piece of the railing in a long inky tendril.

Venom growled deeply, "WE ARE NEVER BUYING ANYTHING FROM IKEA EVER AGAIN!"

"No the fuck we are not." Eddie huffed. "We're better off buying furniture at a goddamn yard sale!"

You giggled from where you rocked on your reclining chair, your belly heavy and rounded out; effectively making you look like you swallowed a melon whole.

Eddie and Venom snap their heads to pout at you.

"What're you laughing at?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, we'd like to see you try to put something like this together!" Venom snorted.

"Nah, I already have my hands full putting together something waaaay more intricate." You snort back, looking through the cozy baby clothes you'd bought yesterday.

New Years was approaching, and you knew full well you would be due around then, and your poor tiny baby would be absolutely freezing! So you took the preemptive and bought little newborn winter clothes for your girl, including a cute little fluffy teddy onesie with a hood that had cute little ears on it.

"Oh, yeah?" Venom asked, narrowing his eyes skeptically.

"Yep." You pat your tummy, and the skin shifts as a tiny foot kicks from within.

"...Okay yeah fair point." Eddie chuckled, shaking his head.

"Yeahhh, mommy wins again!" You grin, patting your belly once more, earning yet another eager kick as you imagine it to be a high-five.

"What, are you keeping score now?" Eddie sighs, pointing the screwdriver at you.

"Damn right I am." You grin. "Mommy points for the win!"

"And how many points do we have?" Venom inquired, tilting his head.

"Not enough to beat meeeee~"

Both of them snorted and shook their heads, before turning back to the task of assembling the frustrating crib that would soon, very soon, cradle your newborn daughter.

If Eddie or Venom ever put her down, that is.

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Christmas came and went in what felt like the blink of an eye. Your little celebration was small, and you even invited Mrs Chen over to join in on your festivities.

Which mostly consisted of pizza, a sandwich board, and chicken wings, plus a few homemade goodies that Ms Chen brought with her. Not the best meal idea, but it was a party, and damn those wings were good.

You and Venom even gifted Sonny and Cher a nice little seed treat you baked for them as a Christmas present for being "such good birdies".

Baking for chickens, now that was a first. But hearing their happy little clucks as Venom petted them and talked baby to them was absolutely adorable and worth the trouble. As were the large eggs afterwards!

Your mood swings had petered out about two or three months ago (you weren't sure, but Eddie insisted when you didn't break into tears watching a documentary about penguins) and unfortunately, well...

There are other symptoms of a pregnancy that you really thought you could stave off. You tried, you really did, but Venom having such heightened senses and being able to pick up on your scent and hormones? Oh, yeah. You were screwed.

Literally. In several different ways. You'd only had sex once or twice in a previous relationship, and with how disappointing that was, you definitely preferred to handle your urges yourself.

Where your ex-partner previously failed, Venom and Eddie were overachievers.

Taking great care with your belly and baby, they did whatever they could to ensure you were comfortable before making you so strung out your brain could barely form a coherent thought. Between Venom's tongue and Eddie's hands, you were a whimpering, trembling mess when the two would take you to bed.

Venom was especially ravenous in his sexual appetite. After learning more about sex and the pleasure it brought since bonding with Eddie... Where his host was a meal, you were a full-course desert that he would lose himself in.

Some nights, when he would climb through your window, he would immediately seek you out, drawn in by the lingering adrenaline from the hunt and the smell of you.

When you weren't moving about your apartment, Venom could find you in bed, sleeping fitfully. That was when he would crawl up under the blankets and find his way between your legs, not letting up until you woke up a panting mess.

Yeah, definitely the best way to be woken up, in your opinion. There were worse ways. Waaaay worse. Especially because your pregnancy-libido certainly wasn't complaining, the rush of endorphins afterwards would help outweigh the growing anxiety as the days passed.

Every day meant you were closer to your due date. Every day meant you were closer to experiencing possibly the worst pain you will ever feel in your life.

And there was the chance something could go wrong, that your baby could get stuck, or the umbilical cord could wrap around her, or she could be in a breech position...

You feel Eddie's hands gently encircle you, lazily draped over your shoulders as you sat in the shower chair, the warm water pattering over you two. It was New Year's Eve, and you two decided a calm, relaxing shower was a nice way to unwind before you poked your head out of your window to watch the fireworks people would inevitably launch to usher in the new year.

"Hey, sweets." He said to you softly, his thumbs brushing your collarbone softly. "We can feel your pulse jumping like crazy. You okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I just..." You sigh.

"Liar." Eddie chuckled, bringing his large hands to your shoulders to press his thumbs into your weak spots, making you shiver and drag out a soft noise from you.

"C'mon." He urged gently as he massaged you, sending delightful shivers down your back and to your toes and all the way back up again.

"You can tell us, sweets. You thinking about the delivery again?"

You deflate a little, the bliss of his skilled hands drifting away from your grasp as the weight of your baby's birth came back to your mind.

"...Yeah. I'm just... I'm so, so worried, Eddie." You say, feeling your lip begin to wobble.

"I've read so many horrible things online of how it could go wrong, and..."

Venom's head suddenly slinks around you until his strange body is stretched so he could look you in the eyes.

"But there's also good things." He rumbled. "You might have a quick birth, not having to go through it for hours or even days..."

"And hey, you might even be one of those ladies who sneezes and pop! The baby's out!" Eddie added in, making Venom groan.

You can help but chuckle at how absurd it sounded, and you knew Venom was inwardly cringing at such a naive suggestion.

"I doubt I'll be that lucky." You sigh, a smile finally gracing your soft lips.

"Hey! You never know!"

"Idiot." Venom huffed.

"Shithead." Eddie smirked.

You feel your anxieties settle a bit, at least for now.

Your hands trail over your belly, over the thin purple lines crossing your skin, your fingers gently caressing the rising and falling bumps as your baby shifted and rolled around inside your womb.

"...Willow." Venom suddenly said.

You and Eddie blinked and stared at him, brows raised and eyes large, a long silence filling the shower as the water ran over you.

"What?" You ask him.

"For a name. You're gonna be due any day now." He purred, leaning his face closer to your belly.

"Still haven't settled on one."

"Where did you hear that name, Vee?" Eddie asked, shock evident in his tone.

"In some TV show I flicked through when you two were asleep. I like it." He replied simply, pressing his muzzle to your belly, feeling the tiny feet and hands thrash out from within.

"Okay, as far as names go that's... actually a good one." Eddie murmured.

"...Willow." You repeat softly.

It was a beautiful name. And honestly... You liked it. You had yet to pick a name for yourself, indecision being your worst enemy your entire life made the process that much harder.

Picking a name was one of your fears, too. You wanted your daughter to have a wonderful one; one she could carry with pride, and the pressure you placed on yourself to pick the perfect one was what screwed you up on that.

But this name, the one Venom suggested felt... right.

"Yeah." You smile once again. "Yeah. Her name can be Willow."

Venom grinned a shark-like grin and nuzzled his face into your belly like a happy affectionate cat, purring like one, too.

"Well, I'm glad that's a weight off of you." Eddie chuckled, resuming his earlier massage into your shoulders, earning another blissful sigh from you.

Yeah... Things will work out. After all, as long as you had these two with you, you felt like you could handle anything.

You relaxed and leaned into Eddie's touch, a little whimper escaping you as his thumbs knead into a knot in your shoulders.

Venom grinned up at you, and you knew fell the glint in his eyes meant you were in trouble.

And you knew that Eddie had the same smirk.

"No point in hiding it, sweet thing." Venom growled lowly, his tongue laving out to taste the skin on your hip, tracing the stretch marks etched into your skin.

"We know what gets you going." Eddie said quietly, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

You shivered when Venom's tongue slithered lower, past the swell of your midsection and down to your twitching clit.

"It's n-not my fault..." You whined, your voice cut off by a breathy moan as you felt Venom's tongue squirm past your entrance and into your tight, gummy walls.

"Of course not." Eddie hummed, massaging your shoulders as you arched your spine as little as you could; Venom's inky body slinked around you, enveloping you and keeping you from slipping off the shower chair in the process while he proceeded to eat you out with voracious hunger.

Eddie hissed suddenly, his fingers halting in their ministrations to squeeze you softly.

"Eddie, what--" You panted.

But that's when you felt it. The water was getting cold.

"Maybe we should move this to the bed, hm?" Venom cackled.

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"Eddie, fuck..." You whimpered fingers gripping tight into your bedsheets as Eddie rutted his nose against your clit, his lips and tongue dancing through your soaked folds as his hands pawed at your hips, bringing you down closer every time you squirmed away.

As Eddie devoured you, part of Venom's mass was completely surrounding his cock, sucking and stroking in time with his tongue as it pushed and pulled against your weeping cunt.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. As much as you wanted more, you also wanted to push him away because the sensations were beginning to become too much for you to handle.

Your eyes were rolled back into your head as you felt that blissful feeling begin roll into a roaring crescendo, threatening to overtake you and make your heart patter out of your lungs.

God, you wished your belly wasn't in the way so you could see what he looked like between your legs. One day, soon.

Or, well... At least once you were fully recovered after the birth. Which would probably be a while.

You were so lost in Eddie's mouth working you over that you didn't notice Venom leering at you, saliva dripping around his fangs as his eyes narrowed to barely-there slits, focused intently on your heaving breasts; both long since swollen and sensitive as your milk came in.

You certainly didn't notice the small beads of hazy white liquid beading up and threatening to roll down the soft mounds of flesh as your orgasm approached.

"Oh, fuck--" You gasped, weakly rolling your hips to meet Eddie's eager mouth.

For a split second, you hear Venom snarl softly, before all of a sudden his mouth was on you, latching onto your pebbled nipple, his tongue rolling and squeezing your breast to get out every drop of that sweet liquid he could.

"Fuck." Eddie groaned, pulling back to breathe heavily.

Venom made sure Eddie could taste your milk as he drank from you readily, the flavor coating his tongue and flooding his taste buds to combine with the sweet taste of your nectar that coated his face and chin.

It was an intoxicating combination.

Eddie's eyes rolled a bit as he dove back in, aggressively sucking and nipping at your clit, gently prodding your entrance with his fingers as Venom proceeded to try and drain your breasts of all their milk.

All at once, the combined feelings had your mind blacking out, every muscle tensing as you came; your teeth snagging your bottom lip between them and you made a loud moan, barely able to string their names out of your mouth as they helped you ride out your orgasm.

Eddie pulls his mouth away from you and rises to his knees while Venom pulls himself free (albeit reluctantly) of your breast, licking the stray rivulets of milk that had begun to run down the sides of your tits.

"So sweet, love." He purred, licking his chops. "But we need more."

Venom's head merged back into Eddie's body, his inky mass slinking down his arms until it was comfortably arching your hips and back off the bed while Eddie rutted his sensitive cock against your sensitive cunt, still fluttering and clenching around nothing as the remnants of your orgasm waned.

But every lazy stroke of his hips sent little bolts of lightning arcing through your nerves, stretching out the little aftershocks just a bit farther as he carefully slid his cock into your hungry cunt.

"Fucking tight." Eddie hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes pinching shut.

"Not gonna last long, sweets." He rasped.

Between Venom working his cock over and edging him while he ate you out, and how your silky wet heat enveloped him so wonderfully tight, he could already feel himself getting lost in your body.

"Eddie, please..." You keened, your fingers going to grip at his wrists, your nails digging into his skin with each plunge of his cock into your needy hole.

He was careful with you, trying not to jostle you (and the baby) too much as he fucked you.

You felt the pressure build up low in your belly once more, squeezing down and sending another tight feeling down your spine as you became hyper-aware of every vein in his cock as he glided in and out of your hole.

"Almost, baby, almost..." Eddie breathed, wriggling one of his wrists free so he could brace it in the pillow by your head to give himself a bit of leverage as he rocked his hips into yours.

He could feel his orgasm climbing fast; sweat dripping down his brow as your delicate hands slid over his shoulders. The way you bit your lip and locked eyes with him only drove him further into no man's land.

"Fuck." He moaned weakly, his pace stuttering and dragging out as he felt the first volley of cum shoot out of his sensitive tip.

He had enough control to pull out, rutting his hips over your belly as the rest of his cum shot over your swollen belly and twitching pussy, his cock once more rutting against you as he came hard.

Your teeth grit and your nails dug in as Eddie buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting hard into your damp skin as you feel a sensation you were almost familiar with burst low, a fresh burst of wetness gushing from you are the pressure on your lower spine builds and tingles.

"Oh, fuck." You swallow. "Eddie."

"Yeah?" He asks, pulling back to look down at you with an almost cocky smile on his face.

"I think my water broke."

He and Venom both immediately began to panic.

"WHAT?!"

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The scrambling to get to the hospital moved by you in a blur. One minute Eddie was hastily dressing you in one of your sundresses, slippers, and a pair of panties, the next you were carried like some sort of fairytale princess down to the car park.

Good luck getting an ambulance out to your place tonight...

Eddie and Venom bickered the whole time to your car, your hospital bag prepped and slung over Eddie's shoulder as he guided you down to your car.

They sat you in the passenger seat and helped you buckle in as the first set of contractions ripple through you. As the pain flashed, you couldn't help but be reminded by your earlier concerns.

You read that some women felt pain for days, or hours before their water broke. Why were you only feeling it now? Was that a bad thing? Was something wrong?

Fuck, you knew it would hurt, but... you weren't prepared for the sudden sharp stabbing. You expected it to start as a throb and build from there, not immediately start out like someone was hacking away at your lower half.

When you arrived at the hospital, Eddie had actually slipped and busted his ass on the freshly mopped floor in his haste to fetch you a wheelchair.

You would have laughed, if you hadn't been gripping the safety handle in the car, screaming as another sharp jolt stabbed through you.

A few nurses even chased him out, harping about how he could have a concussion from falling, but quieted when they saw what had him in such a frantic rush.

Your baby girl was coming, whether you were ready or not.

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It had been close to four hours, and you were almost ready to deliver; nearly fully dilated, as your obstetrician cheerfully announced, a smile so cheerful and calm you almost kicked her in the face.

She was less impressed with Eddie, however, as she pulled him out of the delivery room to talk.

"We'll be right back, luv." She assured you sweetly.

"Uh... Is--is everything okay? You were saying they were okay, and--" He blurted out nervously.

"No, no, she's fine." She assured him, pushing her glasses up her nose once more.

"Then what..."

"I couldn't help but notice how hesitant she was to tell me how she went into labor. But I have to know, did she fall? Injure her belly in any way?" She questions.

"No! No, god no." Eddie said, waving his hands and shaking his head. "Nothing like that!"

She crossed her arms and tapped her finger on her bicep, a thick brow quirking upwards on her freckled brow.

"...Were the two of you having sex?"

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck fuck fuck.

FUCK.

"Uh... I, er..." Eddie put a hand on his hip and scratched the back of his head, casting a look into the room where you were read-faced and sweaty while the nurses wiped your face with a towel while your hands gripped the handles in the birthing chair you were seated in.

He blew a puff of air out of his cheeks.

God, he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. The embarrassment of the situation was too much for him, having this teeny tiny Irish woman stare him down.

"I'm not judging you." She says flatly, not letting him escape her microscopic gaze. "But I have to tell you that there is a reason we tell pregnant patients to avoid penetrative sex, or excessive sex this late into their third trimester. It can make them go into labor."

She clicked her tongue and sighed. "You're lucky that she was so close to her due date that the baby isn't in any real danger. But it was still reckless. Regardless if she consented or not, this sort of thing can be dangerous, you hear me?"

Eddie wilted, feeling very much like a puppy who got caught wee'ing on the carpet, shame and mortification filling every inch of his body. Even Venom felt this way, cringing internally at the truths the doctor spat at them as she gave her lecture.

Her rant was cut short when you made a sharp yelp, jerking and clutching at your belly and one of the nurses came rushing to the doorway.

"Doctor O'Halloran, she's ready. We can already feel the baby's head. Looks like this baby wants out now!" She said, absolutely calm and no concern in her voice. If anything, she sounded excited!

Eddie meanwhile was frantic as O'Halloran clicked her tongue again, checking her watch with an almost bored glance. "Huh. Look't that. Well! Let's get this baby out of her! Adjust the chair so she's a bit more comfortable."

She grinned at Eddie, "Well? C'mon, Papa! You better be in here to see your baby girl!"

He felt his heart surge and flop in his chest when she said that. It was finally settling in.

Papa.

Their baby. Their baby girl.

Eddie had scrambled to behind the chair, leaning forward to wrap his arms around you.

He was glad he had Venom to strengthen his body, because god, could he swear you had suddenly gained incredible super strength as you began to push, crying and screaming as your lungs were squeezed of air, the pain so blinding you had actually fainted for a few seconds, all while not losing your inhumanly tight grip on his hand.

You had shouted more obscenities than Eddie and Venom had ever heard you swear, in between crying and apologizing for saying them and fainting like a messed up cycle.

Doctor O'Halloran assured Eddie this was normal rather calmly as you came to yet again, just to cry and scream again as your body struggled to push the baby free of your birth canal.

The smell of blood immediately had Venom wanting to surge forth, despite knowing there was nothing he could do for you currently except support you from inside of Eddie as you endured the most painful struggle of your life and he bore witness to something he'd never seen with his own eyes.

The bringing of a life into the world.

It hurt the both of them, to see you hurting so badly as you strained to bring Willow out for the world to see. Thankfully, as Venom had hoped earlier in the night, your birth was going quickly.

Not painlessly, of course, oh no. Definitely not painless.

"The moment we get home, I'm bonding with her. I know I can do it." Venom whined within Eddie as you sobbed in pain. "I want to fix her. I don't want her to hurt anymore after this."

Eddie silently agreed, hoping you would consent to melding with the symbiote to heal the damages your body was going through to birth your baby.

They just wished that you didn't have--

All at once, your body went slack and your eyes shut, but before the boys could panic any further, a tiny, ear-piercing wail filled the room.

"A girl! A nice set of lungs on her!" O'Halloran laughed as she scooped up and handed the newborn off to the nurse. She knew that Eddie (and Venom of course) were too preoccupied between staring in awe at the squirming purple body the nurse held to focus on cutting the cord.

All they could think about was her.

She was here. In front of them. Finally.

Those tiny feet that kicked out at them all this time, the little head they could feel shift around in your belly...

The nurses adjusted the chair enough to allow you to lean back, and Eddie covered your face in kisses, waking you up again with a mad grin.

And, heaven fucking bless you; amazing, gorgeous, powerful you, you smiled back. A tired, watery smile as you cried in victory.

Giving birth and being birthed was the closest thing that someone could come to dying and still come out of it. Many were not so lucky, but they were glad you were among the majority that emerged from this bloody struggle with a smile on your face and mirth in your bloodshot eyes.

The nurses wiped your baby down a bit before pulling your gown down to place her squirming, hiccuping body onto your bare chest.

Your hands weakly went to cradle her warm body, kissing the top of her head where a patch of fuzzy hair was.

"Hey, sweetheart." You sniffled, whispering against the wet fuzz.

You could barely get words out as emotions surged out of you all at once, overwhelming your body and mind as you cradled your precious child.

Almost immediately as your voice washed over her, it was as if the angry baby instantly calmed. It was like your soft, happy sobs were a soothing balm to her squirming body.

Neither could tell who moved it first, but Eddie's hand went to cover yours, Willow looking positively teeny beneath his large hand, watching in awe as her tiny, fat little fingers clawed and groped at your chest.

The sounds of loud booms from outside filled your ears, making her jump and wail once more as you coo'd and murmured to your baby.

"Hey, Eddie?" You sniffled, looking up at him.

"Y... Yeah?" Eddie asked, his throat tight as tears began to build at the corners of his eyes.

You tipped your head and kissed his jaw, weak and tired.

"Happy new year."

You were only faintly aware of the nurses cheering; both the healthy baby you birthed and in celebration of the new year ahead of you.

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They kept you at the hospital for another two days after you gave birth. After passing the placenta and remaining viscera of the birth, your body felt like literal tons of strain had been lifted from you.

And of course you, at the same time, felt like you had been tackled unprotected by a professional linebacker.

So, of course as soon as Venom offered to ease your comfort and repair the damage you agreed. It would certainly save on the recovery time. Sure, it would be hard to explain during your next checkup, but you'd cross that bridge when you got to it.

Ms Chen had gone to the hospital, as she was practically the closest thing either of you had to a mother and she wanted to see the baby. She carried an armload of supplies with her, too. Including some kinda balm that frankly stunk of something akin to menthol, but whatever it did, it certainly eased the pain on your poor nethers.

And of course, she gave a shit-eating grin when you named her honorary grandma.

Even Eddie's ex, Anne, came with her fiancee to congratulate him and coo over the adorable little bundle he so proudly cradled in his strong arms.

He certainly had nurses swooning, but you knew their eyes were only for you. Especially after he cried some more when you wanted his name on her birth certificate.

Right now, you watched as Willow suckled on her cute pink pacifier that Anne had slipped down to the gift shop to buy while they were at the hospital.

She was dressed in a soft two-piece to ensure the remnants of the umbilical cord weren't too aggravated, her cute little face pinched as she grunted in her sleep, exhausted from feeding and content as you carefully swaddled her.

Eddie came up behind you as Venom's head emerged from his body, all three of you looking down as your newborn dreamt whatever dreams babies had. Probably about her next feeding time.

"She's so fucking cute." Eddie sighed dreamily.

"I know! And she's so chunky." You giggle. "I had a real meatball of a baby. No wonder I was so big."

"Nah, you're beautiful." Eddie chuckled, kissing the skin of your shoulder that had been exposed by your oversized T-shirt. One of his, for sure, but he didn't mind.

Venom purred in a near-silent content, before turning to look at Eddie with a shark-like grin, sending a thought telepathically for only him to hear.

The thought made Eddie choke and start to laugh as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"What? What's so funny, you ginormous dorks?" You snicker.

"Ah. Eh..." Eddie said, grinning widely. "...Vee says he calls dibs on the next one."

"Next one..?" You say, your brows furrowing.

"Yeah... the next one. He wants to be the one to knock you up next time."

"Oh, my god!" You gasped, spinning around to slap at Eddie's shoulder while he and Venom laughed. "You two are horrible! Have mercy on my poor body!"

Venom leaned in, nuzzling the pulse in your neck.

"We didn't hear a no..."

[fandomonetwo]

ain't no sunshine — steve harrington

▸summary: steve just wants cuddles. and he'll play the song on repeat until he gets them.

▸characters: steve harrington x gn!reader

▸tw: tooth. rotting. FLUFF

▸a/n: i did not die. have some happy words.

HE MUST'VE HAD the song downloaded four-hundred times on his cassette tape, because you were just about ready to bash your head in when the beginning notes played from Steve's bedroom. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, it's not warm when she's away.

You were in the living room, finishing up some writings that you had due for your classes when you gazed unamused at the ceiling. He'd been playing the song on repeat, singing along badly in order to coax you into giving him some love and affection as you always did on a Tuesday afternoon. Unfortunately, this deadline was currently taking priority, and Steve was being a drama queen about it. 

You still had about four pages to write, as well as some questions to answer before anything else took over your mind, so you had to suffer. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, and she's always gone too long, anytime she goes away.

You'd practically memorised the words and melody to this song, mouthing them with good ol' Bill Withers as he provided sustenance to feed Steve's dramatics. You could hear Steve's faux grieving voice as he sang along, making the song a whole heap more dramatic than the original recording. 

Wonder this time where she's gone, wonder if she's gonna stay.

Trying to persevere through the loud stereo blasting muffled music above your head is a lot more difficult than you might imagine. Ever since you had gone to his place in a tizzy that you had things to do before a deadline and couldn't afford any distractions, you had banished him to his room, and for about an hour, had some quiet. 

That changed when the second hour became the third, and the music started when the sun began to go down, reeling on loop as though it was a broken record. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, and this house just ain't no home, any time she goes away.

You smiled slightly, though. For all of Steve's dramatics and ridiculous behaviours, he loved you, and you loved him. All of his quirks made him special to you, and you loved to be with him no matter what was happening around the world, especially when the whole Upside Down thing began catching up to him, mentally and physically. Now, he was a cuddly baby that loved hugging you. He always said that he felt safer to sleep in your arms. 

And I know, I know, I know, I know...

He must've given up on singing, because Steve's voice could no longer be heard. Probably ran out of oxygen. Good. He needed to rest after the whole Russian situation. You only had one page left to write and a few more questions to do before you could give your Steve what he needed so desperately. 

A hug. And a fat nap.

You sighed as the tape continued playing the bridge, scrawling your pencil over the paper. You had started with gorgeous cursive, and had evolved into writing chicken scratch to speed up the time. Two questions down, half a page to go...

Hey, I ought to leave the young thing alone, but ain't no sunshine when she's gone.

Three lines, two sentences, aaaaand...

Done.

Throwing the pencil down and thudding the book shut, you pushed yourself to a standing position, practically bounding up the stairs, dragging yourself up by the handrails. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness everyday.

You came to the first floor landing, stepping onto the carpeted floor with your socked feet and beelined for Steve's room. The door was shut, but Bill's soothing voice carried through the wood, almost getting impossibly loud as you inched closer. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, and this house just ain't no home, any time she goes away.

Stepping into the room as you swing open the door, the final outro of the song is echoing through, fading away. You smile to find Steve on his back, staring at the ceiling as he waits for the next loop to begin. 

You are silent as you halt the tape, crawling onto the bed and giving him a big ol' smooch. He looks at you with innocent and wide eyes, a big fat smile settling on his face. 

"All done?" he asks. 

You nod, confirming. "All done."

You yelp as he flings himself at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tumbling over the other side of the bed. He's quick to bring the covers over you both, leaving the bed side light on. A new habit, but it didn't bother you. 

You tussled for a little, finding a comfortable position that agreed with all parties and bones. You settled on bear hugging him as he tangled your legs together and kept his nose near your hair. 

You giggled, running your nails down his back. "You big baby." 

He grumbled. "Ain't no sunshine when you're not here."

[bountydroid]

Darlin' pt 2

pt 1 / pt3

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader (right now there is nothing romantic, maybe in the future I am undecided.)

Description: Where the reader arguably makes the stupidest decision of her life, following a ghoul who obviously doesn't want her there.

TW: Talk of physical abuse and bad parenting

I stayed there on my knees in the mud for some time. Stunned at the events that just transpired. I had nowhere to go, my wrists were still bound, and I had no weapon. I was truly fucked. I slowly rose to my feet as I looked around. The ghoul took one of the men's guns and Slim's was far too heavy for me to carry. I stumbled my way to the grave to look down inside. Honcho wasn't moving, and if I crawled down in there to get his gun there was no way I was getting out again. I sighed. I thought back to the ghoul. He was my only chance, but he didn't want my help.

I sighed again as I looked down at the chicken before untying her and setting her free. "At least one of us can be free," I said smiling to her before she ran off. 

I stood there in the dark weighing my options when my eyes fell to the tracks in the mud. Maybe if I stick close to him, I'll be okay? At least until we reach a town. I would stay out of his way. Ideally, he wouldn't even know I was there. 

"You are insane," I said to myself before I started following the tracks in front of me, grabbing Slim's bag on my way past him.

After about a day I was exhausted. I had no idea if I was going in the right direction anymore, I was no tracker and I lost his prints a long time ago. I stopped and bent over, pressing my palms to my knees while trying to catch my breath when I heard a gun cock behind me.

"Now why would you be following me?" The ghoul said behind me. "You must be a special kind of stupid."

I couldn't help the exhausted laugh that bubbled in my throat as I slowly stood up. "I must be. If you killed me right now, it wouldn't make a difference. I'll die on my own anyway." I said still facing away from him, feeling defeated.

There was a long moment of silence before I finally looked behind me. There was no hint of emotion on the ghoul's face.

"Let me follow you until we reach a settlement. I'll stay out of your way. I won't ask you for anything. Please." I begged.

At this, he looked down at my still bound wrists and then back up at my sad face. He sighed as he holstered his gun. "Come here then girl," he said, waving me over. 

I tripped over my feet hurrying over to the man, raising my wrists as he took out his knife and cut me free. "Thank you, sir."

At this, it was his turn to laugh. "Sir? Well I'll be damned you are probably the only person left on this godforsaken planet with some manners."

I smiled up at him, I thought maybe he wasn't so scary after all.

"You will be completely silent. No complaining. If you annoy me, I will turn that pretty ass into jerky. Got it?" He said with a serious look on his face.

"Right. I can do that." I whispered looking down at my feet, feeling stupid. 

We walked until it was far too dark to continue. I silently collected firewood as he put his bag down on the ground. As I made my way to our makeshift camp I stood in front of him with my arms full of sticks.

"What?" He barked out, obviously annoyed. 

"Nothin'" I responded quickly before shuffling away from him embarrassed. 

I tried my best to arrange the wood before pulling the flint out of the bag I took off of Slim. A small fire started and I smiled. I was cold from all the mud plastered to the front of me and was relieved to feel the warmth of the fire. I looked over at the ghoul to see him leaning up against a tree with his hat covering his face. I hummed happily as I thought about the arrangement we came up with, although I couldn't help but want to talk to him, the walk has been incredibly boring. 

After a while of warming up by the fire, I got comfortable and drifted off to sleep.

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I woke with a start. I looked around confused before I realized there was a boot in my side. I looked up at the ghoul hovering above me. "Get up darlin'." He said before walking away. "Time to move."

I quickly jumped up and grabbed my bag before running after him. This was the routine for days. I had honestly lost track of how long I had been following the ghoul. The silent marches from sun up to sun down were starting to get to me. I felt like I was going crazy.

"If my memory serves me well. I can be rid of you by tomorrow morning." He said with a sour tone.

"Okay," I responded quickly. I wanted to say as little as possible so he doesn't make true to his threat.

He looked back at me for a second as he continued to walk. "How did you get yourself into this mess anyway?"

I hesitated to answer, remembering he told me to stay silent. I looked up at him to see him scoff and turn away again. 

"I ran away from home. Was on my own for a while before I ran into those idiots. They found me while I was sleeping, I had no chance to escape until you killed them."

"Ran away from home?" He repeated back at me. "That was stupid."

"Well, I'd rather be eaten by a ghoul than continue to be beaten by my father," I responded curtly.

He laughed at this. "Getting feisty aren't we darlin'?"

"Sorry," I responded. "I shouldn't have said that."

"No, you shouldn't have." He said with a tone that I couldn't quite figure out. 

We walked in silence for what felt like forever, I tried to keep track of time by looking up at the sun but it was a cloudy, cold day. I couldn't help but start to shiver. My feet started to ache terribly, I wanted to ask for a break but I bit my tongue. No complaining had been one of his rules. I didn't want to push my luck with him. 

"Stop." He said abruptly, pulling me from my thoughts. 

"Wha-" I asked confused.

"Quiet." He interrupted as his hand slowly wrapped around his gun and turned towards me. 

Before I had a chance to react the barrel of his gun was next to my face and he shot a round off. 

I cried out as my ears rang painfully and I fell to the ground in shock. He said something to me, but I couldn't hear a thing. I held my head as I watched him walk behind me towards a man, dead on the ground. He rummaged through the dead man's pockets, pulling out a couple of caps before walking back towards me. 

"A fiend." I thought to myself.

Instead of saying anything he offered me his gloved hand. I hesitantly took it and let him pull me back to my feet. He mumbled something but I couldn't hear it. Not long after this, we made camp again.

-

The next day, I slowed down a lot, but we were very close to town. I was beyond exhausted and barely had any will to keep going. The distance was growing between us before he finally stopped and whipped around, visibly annoyed. 

"Walk faster. Remember what I said about annoying me darlin'." He barked at me. 

I stared at him quietly before saying. "Why not just leave me behind, then?"

"Don't tempt me." He grumbled as he roughly grabbed my arm and started dragging me along. 

A few minutes later we reached a small settlement. We got a couple of strange looks as he continued to drag me by my arm before finally letting go as soon as he set eyes on a "doctors" office. I just stood there. Unsure what to do now. I was in town, albeit a small one. There were only three buildings and a couple of food stalls. I could do whatever I wanted. I couldn't follow him anymore, that was for certain. I heard a commotion from inside the office, but it wasn't my problem anymore. I slowly wandered away eyeing up the food stands. Dog meat wasn't appetizing, but I hadn't had real food in days. I rummaged around Slim's pack before I found enough caps to buy myself a meal. 

I hummed happily as I finished my food, I hadn't realized how hungry I was.

"Well, aren't you a pretty thing?" A man slurred behind me. "How much for your time?"

"I am not a prostitute." I scoffed as I turned around to face him.

"Free then?" He smiled menacingly as he grabbed ahold of me. His grip was so tight that I could feel my arm bruising.

Without thinking I drove the empty skewer in my hand into the man's eye and ran. I heard yelling behind me, but I kept running mindlessly. Before I realized what I was doing, I ran right into the arms of the ghoul as he was exiting the doctor's office. 

"What in the hell?" He exclaimed, shocked by my actions before he looked up to see the man following me with blood running down his face. 

"That bitch belongs to you? She must be some kind of freak to be with a ghoul." He growled angrily.

I buried my face into the ghoul's chest, afraid to look at his face. I desperately hoped he would take mercy on me once again.

"Well, darlin' you do have some bite to ya." The ghoul laughed while eyeing up the man standing in front of him. 

"Give me the girl and get gone." The man spit out.

"Well, that just won't do." The ghoul responded while smirking, obviously amused. "Get behind me darlin'," he whispered quietly as he stared down the thug.

I quickly did as I was told before I heard some more shots ring off, before I knew it, the whole town turned into a shoot-off. I dropped to the ground and crawled into the doctor's office hiding behind the counter next to a very dead doctor.

"What the hell?" I mumbled to myself looking over at him, wondering what had transpired between him and the ghoul.

I stayed there until I heard a familiar voice yell out. "Anyone else wanna try me? That was fun, but I am itching for a REAL challenge." Only to get silence in return.

I peeked my head around the counter before finally getting up to my feet and shuffling to the doorway. Before I could stick my head out, the ghoul appeared in front of me. 

"Thank you," I said smiling shyly up at him.

He stared down at me for a moment before saying, "Come on then. I need to get going if I am going to catch that bounty and Filly ain't far."

"I am coming with you?" I questioned, trying to hide the relief on my face. 

"Well, you obviously can't be trusted on your own. Can ya darlin'?" He responded slyly.

"Oh thank you so much. You won't regret this!" I said to him as I grabbed ahold of his sleeve. 

He stared down at my fist before looking back up into my eyes. I could see the hesitation on his face. Little did I know, this was the most human contact he had had in a long time, and it stirred something deep within him. 

An odd friendship had formed between us, and neither of us knew how to feel about it.

tag list: @msrawog

[arminzblackbimbo]

yes or yes

blackbimbo!reader x country boy aoi todou

tw: mdni, inexperienced reader, very spoiled reader, sloppy kissing, virgin reader, messy oral (fem. r), missonarry, mentions of blood, nipple play, choking mention, reader calls todo "to' ", communication kink ??, babycakes as endearment, and lots of pouting !!

you're a spoiled thing

always been spoiled and always got your way with whatever you wanted. prancing around in pink with your pretty bows. never lifting a finger ever. causing your parents to hire nice farm boys to do all the heavy lifting on your family's farm.

all the boys in town wanted to get in those little skirts you wore, always flirting with you and peeking under your skirts when you bend over. playing with your feelings. your parents always having to save you from their evil intent

you never knew when they were flirting with you, you just assumed they were being nice to you. always helping you, always getting close to you until your snatched from their grasp by your loved ones.

todo watched you walk out your house all done up while he was throwing hay as far as he can, arms bulging with muscles as he observed you say your greetings to the animals in their pens.

a mini skirt and a short top that just cover you push up bra and shoulders leaving your bare stomach out. of course leaving plenty cleavage. smiling at your pets (the farm animals). they are damn there like your pets every last one of them. finding ways sometimes to sneak them in the house for comfort.

you are stunning in the sun light as you travel to the chickens that you've given each their own names. patting their little heads and feeding them out the palm of your hand.

kissing the ducks and goats on their head leaving a little bit off your lipliner on their fur and feathers. he gets so entranced by the way you're so kind to things that would end up on his dinner plate. it makes him see your sincere ways

of course you have on you pretty pink heels some how missing all the manure and mud that lays on the ground. the hard working boys are moving fast to pick up the mess so your pretty feet don't get dirty.

it doesn't matter how fast they move because at the end of each day your telling your daddy about all the mud that got on your shoes and orders one of the farm boys to get to cleaning

"hii todo" your smiling hard waving your hand excitedly as you say your daily greetings. chest bouncing while you wave. so friendly and clueless at the eyes that wander while you do something so innocent

he missses you saying hi to everyone else he's just too concentrated on waving back and saying his daily "hi miss (୨୧)"

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sneaking into your room slowly not to alert everyone sleep in the farmhouse. all the employees having their own rooms in the back of the house, he has to travel through the large flat home to the east wing.

praying your daddy doesn't wake up and snatch him out his skin, on the west side. being extra quiet shutting the door behind him. he just wanted to give you a goodnight kiss before you go to bed, which you have grown to love.

“omgg todo i’ve missed youuu !!!!” you jump up and down on your knees. his white beater and sweatpants looks so good on his wide body. seeing his thick length swinging free in his sweats as he tells you to shush.

“babycakes hush up !!” he holds his finger up to his lips giving you a nervous look. on you knees looking so cute and innocent on your pretty pink sheets. wearing a nightgown that cups your breast and flows at your hips. making him eye you up and down.

"i'm sorry to' im just so excited" you launch up out of your bed standing on the sheets on your painted white toes. you walk towards him. jumping on him and putting your legs tightly around him. he has to hold your butt to keep you up on burly body.

"i missed you too" his chest rumbles as he says it. the tone low and gravely. maybe it's the way your legs are wide open around his body but for some reason you feel thumps in your underwear. it's thumping so hard against him. you hope he doesn't feel it.

your whine now grabbing his neck it almost sound like crying. "you ok babycakes ?" he reaches underneath your flowy night gown to rub his heavy hand on your back. you lip is poked out , you stick your face into his neck, gripping his waist tightly.

him rubbing your back is making the rhythm in your panties jump with your heartbeat. and his one hand on your butt occasionally gripping the flesh there, hand making contact with your underwear covered backside.

you whine almost wanting to jump out of his hands from the pleasure your feeling all of sudden. usually your kisses were innocent just wanting to have his lips on yours, never feeling like how you do now. y'all first couple of kisses being messy and unorganized. you've just now got the hang of his lips on yours.

you start to squirm in his hands making him have to grip you tighter. "i just want my kisses todo" your muffled in his neck.

he pats your butt lightly making you whine "what do you say baby ?"

he's gripping your flesh tighter "please to' " while your hands are tight around his neck.

you lift you head up to look at him lips trembling cause your not getting your way. your so spoiled. he goes to peck you trembling lips. "it's ok baby, ill give you all the kisses" he pecks you lips harder kissing your lips a little feverish. gripping your tightly. you try and move your lips faster against his but you just can't keep up he's moving to fast.

your lips slow him down he wants his pretty girl to kiss him slow. so slow that you start to feel fuzzy in your skin. feel like your getting too hot for your clothes. even the a.c. in your room is not helping. you pull away and breath against his pillow like lips. you know what needs to be done to relieve your body of this temptation.

"todo i want you to touch me " his eyes widen as you look into them.

"w-w- what do you mean, i'm touching you right now babycakes" he looks so cute stammering and his cheeks heating up.

"no, i want you to touch me right 'ere" your hand goes to touch the front of your panties while you hand lingers there you make contact with his bulge. he hisses a little not use to the feeling. he shudders, his body shaking. soft ohs leaving his lips at the realization of what you want him to do.

he sits you both down in the bed. needing to control his emotions. you still in his arms now sitting in his lap. "you sure babycakes ?" your eyebrows furrow up at his question. yes your sure. you want him to touch you badly. so badly why his he not doing what you want him to do ? you just told him what to do.

do all boys do this? "if you don't touch me, i'm gonna get somebody else too" you pout at him. your upset at him at such caution he is taking. you need him to have urgency this is an important issue you have. you just can't quite put you finger on it but it feels drastic in between your thighs.

looking at you being pouty and a brat he sucks his teeth at you. your something else knowing those boys down the hall are just waiting for one syllables of your approval to jump on you. the hand gripping the flesh of your butt goes give you a rough love tap on the fat there "ah cut it out, baby your so spoiled"

your whining at the hit. crossing your arms in front of your chest. he puts both hands on each check of your butt. rotating his palms in circles. "i want to touch you, but i want you to be sure because you can never take back what i'm about to do to you, do you understand ?"

you gulp lowly. you really want him. nodding your head. liking the way your tingling in his hands is making your breath shorten and stagger. "come on, baby you gotta say it" he moves to your ear and whispered into it.

your eyes watering at the need that you are feeling "yes please touch me todo" you grip on his hard arm muscles getting excited. tears welling in your eyes even more. feeling him give your earlobe a soft lick at your pleases. makes you almost shake in his hold.

he likes how you react to his movements. going to suck on the skin of your ear. he continues his sucking on your soft skin and moves down to where your ear and neck meet. your legs feel so jelly like, you can barely move them it's like static.

"ok baby, i'll give you whatever you want " he had so much love in his eyes. he lies you on your back in your pink sheets. loving how you wrapping around him tighter like a koala. and tongue licking up your neck looking for a good spot for him to start sucking on the skin. lips smacking against your jaw line when he pulls away from the hard suckling of his lips.

his lips going back to make another bruise on your throat. his heavy body on top of you makes the pleasure your feeling even more intense. slight whimpers of the contact starting to make you dizzy. you can feel something so big on your panties. it's making friction with you as todo moves on top of you.

the feeling of his burly body between your legs was enough to make you moan. on top of him sucking on your neck making you feel you buzz in your skin. he is just as excited as you were. he almost impatient but he wants this to be perfect for your first time.

going to take your nightgown off he feels you become tense. "it's ok, it's only me" he consoles you pulling the cloth up slowly while you shake your head ok. your nervous for him to see everything. as your clothing flies over your head. he looks at you with admiration. he sees your blemish free skin and your supple breast that sit on your chest.

you moisturized after your bath, your skin glistening in the soft light of your room. the air conditioning making your skin prickle and the peaks on your chest harden. he is breathless as he looks at you "you're so beautiful" he cups your breast in his hands. hands squeezing with pressure making you whine a lilttle.

he goes to give you a light kiss on the peak of skin there sticking his tongue out a little to get just a small taste of you, he can't resist himself. getting a taste of the shine on your skin you taste so good. kissing each nipple just once. he groans while he kisses the flesh. hands gripping your supple skin, your so soft.

opposite from his hands that are rough with farm work. he lets your breast go. he wants to hold them longer but he'll be stuck if he does. stuck looking at your beauty.

he slips his hands down your stomach hands tight on your abdomen liking how it curves out for your hip. he looks at your pretty panties that have a little bow on the front. "so cute" he smiles at the undergarments. you can feel your cheeks get hot at him staring at you so fondly.

he works the cute underwear off of your hips, wasting no time in seeing your whole body. and of course what lies under the drenched cloth is something he doesn't want to take his eyes off of. it's so pretty and plump. he has to get on his chest on the bed and get a closer look.

the brown swirls of skin and you little hole that pushes out more and more of your juices. everything he has dreamed of. it makes him so hard in his pants he has to breathe slowly. "she's so pretty" it's makes you blush that he can be so soft about things like this. his breath touching the liquid down below.

his fingers itch to touch you and he can't help himself when he brings your juices to your clit. he circles your slimy skin under his fingertips. you almost jump out of the bed at the feeling, you feel your skin become on fire his touches so tenderly where your most sensitive. just small circles feeling you pulse under his fingertips as he continues to warm you up. your soft sounds make him want a taste of you.

pulling his fingers back to see your stickiness try and keep him in place but his mouth is greedy. wants a taste, needs to taste you so bad it makes him needy. putting your legs over his shoulders. he has closer look at you. his mouth is watering as he makes one broad lick to your folds.

his licking you softly tasting where your most fertile. loving how to twitch and whine. you moan so softly he wouldn't hear you if he wasn't listening. hearing your breath quicken while he licks you up so sensual. quickening his tounge causes you to hear your wettness connect with his spit.

his lips go to suck tenderly on your clit. his strong arms locked around your back he can feel you arch in his hold. your back coming off the bed as you start to cry out louder. the suction of his lips doesn't stop the movement of his tongue. making you try and get away from the pleasure.

"ahh to' " he looks up at you head thrown back, with your pretty lips open for your moans to come out. your gaining volume "baby cakes you gotta be quiet" he speaks against you.

your cheeks heat up at his words "i'm sorry" your embrassed by your loudness as you cover you face with you hands. you feel him sigh against you

"it's ok baby just don't be so loud" he kisses your sticky skin and goes back to slurping you juices in his mouth. loving the taste of you his tongue lapping at you. your so wet it dripping out of you so much he had to work fast to swallow it all up.

he just started but you feel your toes start to buzz flexing over his shoulders. you start to move your hips around, his hands having to keep you steady as he feast on you. it feels so good you have to bite on your lip to contain your sounds.

"ugh todo" the pleasure makes it hard for dialogue. for you to even think. you just can think about its making you feel like your ears are popping. your hands making way into his hair that is in a bun.

your grip the hair in effort to make him at least slow the carress of his tongue. hands shaking on his head. his own hands come to your legs to pull them back just a little more so he can push his face in more. it feels more intense like he has more access.

you have to put you hand over your mouth as you feel your moans in your throat threaten to come out. while todo eats away at you sloppily, making slurping sounds bounce off the of the walls of your room.

your calfs starts to flex and you begin to feel a shaking sensation in your legs. it's a sweet pleasure that moves through you, right into your stomach and you moan loudly in your hand. it's hard to breathe with one of your air supplies cut off.

loud moans behind you hand and he just can't get enough of you it makes his eyes roll back when you juices squirt in his mouth and your legs shake in his hands. so cute for him. he so happy that his fantasies get to come true.

he slurp you up one last time and give you one last special kiss that makes you jump on the bed as he pulls himself up to look at you. you spread out for him and breathing hard your hand over your face collecting yourself.

he come close to your face and kisses your hand away and looks you in your tired eyes "you still want me babycakes ?" you shake your head fast still catching your breath. grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together "what do you say ?"

your lips smushed together by his fingers "yes, todo please" he pecks your puckered lips and start to work his way out his clothes. taking the white beater off to show his big chest and his hard stomach. he moves slow taking off his sweatpants not wearing nothing underneath, your automatically met with his long length.

it's so pretty and it's so big. his brown skin coats everything, tanned so perfectly. he lets you stare at him just as he admired you. letting your eyes wander all over him. "can i call you pretty too ?" you ask innocently.

he laughs a little it makes his body shake lightly with it. even the thickness between his thighs. you eyes never leaving it even as he answers. "of course you can baby" your so cute to him. as you cheeks get hot at his answer and you shy away

he position his arms in the crook of your knees. spreading them wide, keeping them suspended there with his rod of arms so you are open for him to see.

"i'm not flexible todo, that hurts" the sudden stretch in your muscles makes you pout. your bottom lip shaking while you feel your hips stretch with your legs. never being in this position before makes it hard for you

"all ya' do is whine all day just be quiet real quick baby" he moved one palm off the bed and goes to grab the column of your throat just to hold you secure to shut you up. not to hurt you he could never hurt his baby. but he can only take so much whining.

"why are you being mean to me ?" you lip is wobbling at him. he looks at your eyes beginning to water.

"not mean baby, just want you spread for me is that ok ?" pecking you lips to stop your eyes from the tears.

"it's ok" you whispers softly against his lips. suddenly feeling that thumping from the beginning of the night come back worst, its like your on fire. you initiate the first kisses that starts his grinding against your sloppy entrance him rubbing against you skin to skin makes you hum into him

you leaking a lot, plenty of juices to coat him entirely. he pulls away breathlessly and rest his forehead against you. he's almost just as needy as you are. he sits himself up and looks down at the mess you've made in such little time.

spread your juices all over him. while you just watch him in amazement. he's ready to have you. he positions his arms back where they were. spreading you just a little wider for him. he can see you pulsing waiting for him. 

pressing one last kiss to your lips he pressing into you slowly, you can hear a pop as he slips inside finally. the tip of him entering your wetness. you try and relax but his width making you tense up. as you whine at the intrusion.

"it's ok, it's ok " he pecks your face with little kisses to calm you down. your chest heaves as you breathe hard to relax your being teared into. even with just the tip he is spreading you wide. you can feel your breathe escape you.

you try and breath when you feel him slowly add more of his length into you but you can barely keep up. holding onto his arms as you whine from the way he trynna work more in. while you breath in and out slowly. todo making kisses across your face relaxing you in the process.

grabbing him by the neck you push your face into his neck his body weight on top of you causes you to be stretched out more. your legs twitching beside his arms. "mmh todo it hurts" you face smushes into his skin.

"you ok ?" he sucks on your neck the suckling making you pull your head back. your skin is humming at the pressure in your pelvis. he can feel you nod your head into his skin. "come on babycakes use your words" you huff out in annoyance.

"yes todo, please" you whine into his strong neck liking how when he moves his arms you legs stretch out even more. he careful pushing more into you, your walls clenching tight around him. he's happy you can't see his eyes roll back in his head. breathing hard into your soft skin.

so wet for him. it's leaking under you making the bed wet. he has to moan softly he feels bad knowing your in pain while he is in pleasure. his tip leaking more precum into your walls.

he's almost flush with you with one more thrust in. you can feel the pressure move deeper inside you as you stretch to accept him. with one final push of his hips he pops inside. hips touching yours all the way. you feel him poke something that has you body shaking. eyes seeing the back of your head as you moan into todo neck gripping him with both arms.

you moan right in his ear making his sensors go off. "you feel ok babycakes ?" you whine at his question shaking your head into his skin

"that felt good to' " his arms flex at the new realization. he pulls his face up to look at you.

"you like be fulled up don't you doll" he looks at you eyes while you pout. your embrassed at him looking at you so vulnerable

he pulls his hips all the way back looking down at the slight tint of red in the cream that leaks out of you. leaving just the tip in for you to suction on. rolls his hips slow making sure to be flush with you once again and now he can see you convulse with thrill and your head thrown back. legs quierving within his arms.

"mmm it feels so good todo" you now see the pleasure that all your friends talk about the things you read about. you feel him in your stomach making your moans gain volume, your swollen lips open to let the noise out. you can hear your wetness moving with todo movements too causing your room to grow with sound. he goes to shut you with lips allowing you to moan in his mouth

his strokes are long and detailed, your back almost coming off the bed as you arch up from him hitting a spot deep inside of you. his tongue circling with yours in your mouth. the moans muffled in by both of you

his hips moving but so slow hitting the spots so deep in you that you want him to hit them with more urgency. you pull you and todo lips apart "harder to' " whining out against his lips. his hands gripping into the sheets. he still moves at almost a snail pace and moving his hips to have a long stoke enter you.

he looks at you in the eyes seeing you tense your eyebrows at his slow pace. his arms spread you out more allows him to go almost deeper than before making you eyes flutter. "mmm go harder todo" he is not listening still pistioning his hip slowly make you stretch around him so slow. your walls are tender as the stretch around him accepting his big length as he reaches even further each thrust.

he moves his hand to grab at your neck. adding a small amount of pressure as you pulse around him. "stop wit all that whining, that's not how you ask baby" his hand squeezing a little tighter. your breath being caught in your throat. todo always teaching you to use your manners even in an intimate moment like this.

tears almost sprouting in your inner corner "please, todo go harder" you look so pretty with tears in your eyes, spread open for him to see all your cream that coats you and him, making obscene noise.

hand on your throat as you bottom lip shakes. "as you wish, baby" he moves to suck on your lip that is wobbling liking how you suck on his top lip too.

he takes his hand from your neck to press on your stomach while moving closer to where you're most sensitive. his big palm pressing adding pressure on top of pressure of him inside of you. his fingertips choose to rub your sensitive flesh in slimy circles. your clit thumping under his fingers. your hips jump up at the feeling . your juices gushing even more.

pulling out of you all the way seeing your hole push out even more cream your hole looks so pretty as it pulses for him. still moving your sticky flesh in circles. your skin buzzing almost hearing the buzz in your ears.

he positions his tip again as he slowly pushes in and it feels like the first time all over again he's so big stretching you so wide. only the tip in and with so much wettness he is able to snap his hips into you. the rough treatment making your body move with thrust, it almost hurt but at the same time it feels so good.

your shaking like a leaf, feeling so good you can't help and moan out loud. " babycakes what's wrong ?" you face pouting deep as he thrust harder again making you cry out. "ain't this what you wanted ?" he starting a harsh pace of thrust that makes your legs tremble and with him rubbing on you it's making you start to clench around him tighter then you already are.

todo groans as the his strong strokes almost becomes to much for even him. as he starts clenching his jaw to control himself not wanting to be too rough with you. "ahhhh todo i-i think i-i-i'm -" your mouth can even keep up with brain as it thumps in your head from todo as he surrounds you his burly body keeping you suffocated by him.

your eyes rolling all the way back as you shake violently as liquid goes in a stream in between your bodies. his rubbing causing it to spray instead of stay in a steady stream of juices. "there you go babycakes, don't you feel better you were all pent up" he sweet talks you watching you relax into your pleasure

but he doesn't stop his movement making your limbs shake stronger and you continue to spray out your wettness on to his stomach. "ahhh to' please i can't take it" your french tip toes flex so hard your tensed up. he moves his hand away from your swolleness to hold you neck once more to kiss your pretty lips.

his tongue moving fast he hasn't taught you about all of this, the way his tongue is trying to suck on yours letting spit gather in both of your mouths. you feel him start to move around moving his arms to circle at your waist but he brings your legs into the tight embrace.the crook of you knees in the crook of his arms keep your legs secure as wraps his arms around your waist.

"oww todo that hu-" he doesn't even let you finish up he just goes right back to kiss on you. kissing messy as you try to kiss him at the same speed but he is moving faster than you. keeping you distracted he start thrusting hard and with your knees to your stomach like this it feels even deeper it feels like it's touching the back of your walls making you lurch in his hold.

he hips so strong that his stride is not ruined by your hips moving trying to get away from him. the pleasure makes black dots appear in your vision. your shaking hand having to come to his flexing stomach to try and slow him down but really he is to distracted by how wet you are to even see your little hand try and push him away.

his lips now breathe hard on you. you can finally hear his moans. they are deep in his chest but some are high pitched you never heard him make any of these noises. the way his hips almost move faster from his hard pace making you see stars.

"ugh todo gimmie it i-i-i can take it" it's almost like he can't snap out of it. the trance you have him in maybe it's soul connecting with yours from the intamicy your bodies share. your babbling against his lips it's almost like nosense hiccuping random words together.

your legs involuntary jerking in his hold. his grunts get louder. it's almost like he embrassed trying to kiss you to quiet himself but it just bounces off the sounds your making. he has to resort to other things moving his head down to your chest to suck on the peak of your breast. twirling his tongue his moans muffled by your chest. this different sensation on top of the way he is abusing where your the most plump.

you body feels like pins are shooting through everywhere and you can't even prepare yourself for the stream of juices that leave you making you silently scream out. you clench up so tight he has no choice but to release into you. the warm liquid is such a unique feeling. it makes your plush walls even tighter around him pulsing hard.

he happy he choose to suck on your soft skin because he is sure he would have made plenty of noise for everyone to hear. he still sucks when he comes down from his high of euphoria he had stilled his hips fully contected to you while he grinds into you tip tapping at back of your walls

the swollenness of your walls gripping him tight while he grinds. you body shaking and your eyeballs in the back of your head. your gripping on his shoulders. suckling never stopping making you tingle.

you can feel the air from his nose hitting you skin as he overstimulates himself while grinding. static is what your skin feels like when he stills himself with deep groans. he comes up for air to check on you. you look so worn out and tired but your usual pout is a small smile. content on how you body is feeling

he just laughs at you while you eyes start to close from exhaustion. he lets you rest while trying to pull out but you don't allow it, putting your hands at his waist to keep him in you. when your legs are set free from his grasp you pull them around his waist tight keeping him extremely flush with you

moaning in overstimulation at the feeling. he just sighs and lets you. knowing it's going to be hassle to get you in the tub to wash him off you. but he content with everything that has conspired.

your lip is still poked out later on when he says he has to give you a break and you cant get no more of his loving. he has to teach that you can't always get your way. but he fails because your just too sweet for him to handle. he did say your were spoiled as can be.



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Day 20: lap dance | Mattheo Riddle

smut

TW: oral (fem receiving), facesitting

You were drunk. It all started with a silly conversation with your friends. They accused you, once again, of being to shy and a bit boring, only because your favourite activity on a Saturday night wasn’t going to a party, preferring to cuddle up with one of your plushies and a hot drink.

Usually, this wouldn’t affect you. This time, though, you hated how everyone seemed to deem you as the boring one, and you hated how your crush never seemed to consider you. You hated how Mattheo Riddle was always flirting with someone else, how he never looked at you, how he only talked with you when he needed something, like your homework.

So, here you were, on a Friday night in a skimpy skirt and a nearly obscene shirt, showcasing your breasts for everyone to see. It pained you to admit that you were having fun, the alcohol making everything seem so colourful and hazy. You swinged your hips a bit too harshly, your feet tripping in your high heels, ending up in someone’s arms.  

“woah, L/N, what the fuck” You looked up, staring into Mattheo’s eyes, getting a bit lost in them before getting out of your daze.

“Sorry” You whispered. Even in this state, you felt awfully shy in his presence. You made to go away, only for him to grip your arm.

“Hold on, baby. It’s the first time I’m seeing you attending a party, what brings you here?”

You scoffed. “I just wanted to dance, is there a problem?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Woah, so feisty, I kinda like this version of you, you know?”

“Well, I know it might sound shocking, but my main goal isn’t being liked by you, so”

“Drop the attitude, love, I know it’s all a façade, I know you”

The audacity this man had, he never, ever talked to you and now he was sating shit like that; you laughed. “Since when do you know me? Because you barely talk to me”

“But I’m a good observer” You widened your eyes. You didn’t expect this, Mattheo Riddle noticed you? That must have been a joke. “Yeah, baby, I do; I know you’re shy, and that this is not your favourite way to spend a Friday night. Usually, you’d be in the library”

“I’m not shy”

“You are”

“Am not.”

“Prove it, then. I bet you won’t get on stage” You felt the colour drain from your face. “Exactly. It’s okay, love, not everybody is outgoing, and”

“Hold my drink”

Everybody was too drunk to notice you, anyway. You took a tentative step on the little stage, a random guy helping you in the process. All the while, you felt Mattheo’s burning gaze on your skin. It was too late to chicken out any way.

You started moving your hips slowly, catching up to the sultry music that the dj was playing. There was a small crowd under you, suddenly you found yourself enjoying all the attention, but most of all, you enjoyed Mattheo’s attention, you swore you could feel his eyes drinking you in, making you feel way more adventurous. Without giving it much thought, you started unbuttoning the first few buttons of your blouse, showcasing your bralette for everybody to see; you toyed with the fabric: were you really about to stand in your underwear in front of everyone? You kept moving your hips, turning around, your ass following your every movement.

As you were about to toss the fabric away, you felt a strong pair of arms circling your legs, suddenly you were hanging from Mattheo’s shoulder. “What the fuck, put me down!”

“Huh-huh, hush, you’re not about to show what’s mine to this group of… of idiots”

You furrowed your brows, opening your mouth to close it afterwards; was this a sick joke? Why was Mattheo referring to your body as his? You didn’t even know him, you barely talked. When you felt him climbing up a set of stairs, though, you became quite alarmed. “Where are we going?”

He chuckled. “To my room, gorgeous.”

You widened your eyes. “But- but I don’t even know you?”

He scoffed. “Please, you’re always watching me in class, I think you know more about me than Theo does”

Your cheeks reddened. “Fuck off, your ego is suffocating me. Also, my friends will be really worried when they won’t find me”

Suddenly, you were sat on his bed, the velvety duvet pressing on your exposed thighs. “I told Theo to tell them you’re with me.”

You felt really fucking annoyed. “I’m not yours, dickhead, you can’t just grab me like that, do you think I’m a doll to use? I think not”

He stared you down, his gaze so intense you had to avert your eyes. “I have a crush on you”

Your eyes were on his again. “What?”

“And I know you like me too, or you think I’m really funny because you’re always looking at me in class, smiling. Spare me the ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ talk, because you do.” You hated when people treated you as less, and you felt like a baby, sitting in front of an adult, being scolded. “So, I think-”

You didn’t think. You got up abruptly, his collar in your hands, pressing your lips to his. He melted into your touch as you swept your tongue over his bottom lip, grinning. You suddenly felt a bit courageous, maybe too adventurous. As you pulled out your wand, you did wonder if what you were about to do was worth it, if you would have regret it in the morning, but you only live once, right? And he basically just told you that he had feelings for you, so might as well live a bit. You casted a spell on Mattheo, immobilizing him.

Sat on the bed, he made to reach you but couldn’t. “What-“You put on some music, ignoring him.

Locking eyes with him, you toyed with the last bottom left. “I think you deserve to see the end of the show”

He groaned, and you couldn’t even recognize yourself if you were being honest. You took of your shirt, throwing it in his face, leaving you with your black bralette on, your nipples showing. “Do you like what you’re seeing, baby?”

He smiled up at you. “Yes, gorgeous. I’d like to touch you, though”

You tsked. Moving your hips to the music, you toyed with the hem of your black lace panties that were peeking from your skirt. “Should I take this off?”

He groaned. “You should, baby. Also, I think that you should really come and sit on my face like a good girl. I could make you feel so good, honey”

“I don’t think I should” You dipped down, your face level with his, then turning around and bending down, your ass in his face.

“Fuck, you’re torturing me here. Let me touch you, love, I can make you feel so good”

As much as you wanted to torture him just a bit longer to make up for all the lost time, you found yourself impossibly wet. “I wish I was stronger than this” You took away your spell.

As you straddled his hips, he smiled up at you. “I really prefer it this way” He moved back while swiftly gripping your ass, encouraging you to move over his face, and you obviously did.

With his index finger he pulled your panties to the side, emitting a soft gasp immediately after. “Baby, are you this wet from only kissing me?”

You blushed, trying to hide your face between your hand, failing miserably as he caught them by your wrists. “No hiding, love, I find it so hot” His arms suddenly circled your creamy thighs, his mouth connecting with your clit.

Your eyes crossed, thighs trembling as you reached for the headboard for some type of stability: you found hovering quite difficult, you kept losing your balance. However, you didn’t want to lay all of your weight onto Mattheo’s face.

You looked down, locking gaze with him as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot, your eyes crossing. One of his finger entered you, and you couldn’t hover anymore, you fell onto his face.

“Fucking finally” He mumbled into your heat.

“Wh- oh fuck- What?”

He stopped sucking on your clit for a bit. “I felt you hovering, and that’s not how it’s done. I want your whole weight on me, fucking suffocate me and I’ll die a happy man”

Your mouth fell open as he resumed devouring you, this time not stopping when your thighs started shaking, nor when you gripped his brown locks between your fingers, he just kept going until you came, screaming his name, grinding down on his face.

You flopped down on the bed next to him, your chest raising and falling rapidly, your body still slightly trembling. He chuckled. “Now, love, how was it?”

You closed your eyes, scoffing. “Shut up, Riddle, you don’t need to boost your ego. Come here” And just like that, you resumed kissing.

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