#he buys me food and sweets and then shames me for how much I eat

[sampilled]

Ed talk in tags. Sorry I just have no one I can talk to about it irl

[doki-doki-imagines]

Can I ask Johnny, Tomas and maybe some others being mind numbingly in love with the reader??

Like theyre so in love they don't know how to act so they always make a fool of themselves and feel so stupid after???

author note: love this prompt. Added Liu Kang so I could write for my 3 fave boys🫶🏻.

Johnny Cage: -He doesn't leave you alone. His eyes always search for yours even for just a brief glance. -Johnny smiles way more around you and also listens to you like the universal truth is flowing from your lips. -Everybody can tell he has a crush on you. The problem is that nobody takes him seriously. -When you talk to Johnny face to face, he totally gets lost looking at your face. He has a dreamy expression and will totally bite his lower lip. -Damn, he doesn't remember a word you said, but he could listen to you the whole day. -Johnny shows off every time you get near him, blabbering on how good he is at everything. How can you not fall for such a dripilicious guy? -"Look at me, I'm winning this for you!" He's gonna lose. -But you can tell his sentiment is pure. Maybe calling it love is a stretch, but Johnny isn't joking…most of the time. -Even if he keeps failing wooing you, Johnny not gonna stop. He doesn't have any shame, so he doesn't mind failing. The moment of dejection always lasts very little.

Tomas Vrbada: -The guy gets obsessed. -He keeps glancing at you, but the moment you look back, Tomas turns his head down like a kid getting caught stealing from the cookie jar. -You fill his brain. Tomas trains? He thinks of you. He eats? He thinks that he'd like to share this delicious food with you. -And damn, when Tomas doesn't have any important mission going on, his mind starts to wander. He is like a schoolgirl jiggling and kicking his feet in the air every time you are just normally kind to him. -The kind that hugs his pillow when sleeping, thinking it is your body. -Tomas is down deep, so deep it reaches his knees, and he can't move. -He is a sweet guy, it happenes to him to stutter and for his cheeks to get tomato red, but Tomas is reaching new peaks. -Once Tomas was talking with Liang at Wu Shi Academy. He turned his head and his grey-ish eyes locked on yours, Tomas then missed a step and fell down the stairs rolling directly at your feet. -Tomas knows he looks like a fool, but it's not like he is doing that on purpose. He'd gladly smash his head against concrete if that would make him go normal. -Thankfully, Tomas will get normal, that you like him back or not, but before reaching that point, there is a long road ahead…

Liu Kang: -After living for so long, after shaping so many timelines, Liu Kang thought to have learnt from his and others' mistakes. -You never have a part in his life, that's why it comes as a surprise when you both start to work together. -It wasn't planned, Liu Kang didn't have to pull any strings. You just…happened. -And something blossomed in Liu Kang's heart, a feeling he once felt but forgot for aeons. -He is in love. -Liu Kang may have lived for centuries, but he didn't gain any rizz. His good boy charm long forgotten since he became a god. He is still nice but much less loose. -And it shows. -Should he give you gifts? But what should he buy? Looking at your life in the hourglass wouldn't be right. But the temptation is high. -At times, Liu Kang is just chatting with you, and something shiver inducing (and not for pleasure) slips out his mouth. Obviously, Liu Kang notices but a minute to late. He'll gladly dig his own grave with his bare hands. -He is so fucking sure one day you'll tell him to stop bothering you. -Liu Kang desire to touch you is immense, but you still haven't reached that point in your relationship. -When you sit next to each other, drinking a hot beverage, every fibre in Liu Kang's body screams to touch you. Tracing the lines of your face with his fingertips, brushing away the hair that hides your face, losing himself in your eyes. -Liu Kang is lovesick. -Every step to make you close is really hard for him, so blinded by his own feelings that he doesn't see that they are reciprocated. -You'll totally need to take the first step.

[leafzu]

Nanami smiles when he sees you twirling in your favourite dress in front of the mirror. Arms crossed leaning against the door, he sees you playing with your hair and feeling pretty about yourself.

Nanami hugs you from behind while you check yourself in the mirror and kisses your cheek. Gives you a twirl in front of the mirror. Peppers you in kisses while you laugh and giggle. It’s like music to his ears.

“I feel good about my body today. I feel pretty.” “You’re pretty to me everyday.”

Nanami feels all warm and happy when he sees you feeling pretty about yourself. It’s not like you hate your body or appearance but you struggle with accepting that part of yourself a lot sometimes.

Nanami tells you you’re beautiful at least once everyday. And no it’s not to make you feel better. It’s because to him you’re the most beautiful girl.

Nanami takes you shopping to your favourite clothing stores and buys you every cute dress and accessories you get. He loves seeing you dress up in clothes you’re comfortable in.

Nanami helps you pick clothes and also picks some himself which he thinks so would look absolutely perfect on you.

Nanami falls in love with you all over again when you walk out of the dressing room wearing one of the dresses he picked himself for you.

Nanami has such a high school crush on you. He feels like a high school boy who can’t stop looking at his high school sweetheart because she’s the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

Nanami buys you cute earrings and loves how they look on you. Is over the moon (but won’t show) when he sees you wearing them all day everyday.

Nanami knows your struggles with your body and how you fight everyday to overcome that. Whether it be your past body shaming trauma or struggles with eating, he’s seen it all and is so proud of you for fighting through it.

Nanami has been with you through all of it. Holding you, reminding you everyday that you’re such a beautiful girl. Both inside and out. Cooking you food which you find comfortable to eat. Making you smile. Kissing your nose which makes you giggle. When you smile, that’s when his day becomes a good one.

Nanami always being ready to defend, if anyone makes even the slightest bit of judgement towards you about your body or appearance. He can’t stand the girl he loves so much getting disrespected.

Nanami steals small glances at you every now and then. He never takes you for granted and tells himself he’s really lucky to have someone like you. A person who lights up his day like no other.

To Nanami, you’re like a strawberry shortcake. Beautiful, sweet and filled with love. You remind him of everything sweet and honey filled. You’re like a favourite sweet bakery treat. Because Nanami just can’t get enough of you. You’re just such a pretty girl.

You’re his pretty girl 🎀

[brucewaynehater101]

DC Santa is a troll so when he knows he's going to die and he sends his powers to the young heroes he knows he's about to traumatize, he tweaks things just a little, he's got the time after all, he goes all over the world in a night, the comet is in slow motion to him, not that he'd move, and these little chaotic gremlins have been so good despite everything life has thrown at him and he really owes them quite a backlog of gifts

While Santa may go to apocalypse every year, he goes nowhere near Gotham

To Tim, Tim knows everyone's deepest desire with a look, this ability is especially effective in December. Tim becomes the master of picking out the best holiday and birthday presents

Cassie can speak and understand ALL the languages she comes across

People now automatically have some level of trust towards Greta, know that she's a nice person who would protect them to the best of her ability, had she stayed in the superhero community, she would have attained dick grayson levels of trust among the other capes

Kon has a sense of who's on the naughty list and who's on the nice list, makes it easier to steer away from creepers now who would take advantage of him since it's not like he has a grown up to help him figure that out

Bart is even faster and yet his metabolism is evened out a bit, he's less desperately hungry all the time, can get away with just snacks instead of eating an entire all you can eat buffet, though he's still capable of that, and he has even more of a sweet tooth than before

Slobo is capable of lifting even more than Lobo, the sort of strength and balance one would need to carry a sack filled with presents for the world, or the universe

Anita gets a knack for Christmas magic, the little illusions that bring a little extra joy to a person's life and when she and Tim collaborate they find they can put into motion butterfly effects, tiny actions that cause huge, joyous results, and Anita's gingerbread houses never rot

Cissie gets the anonymity, there are so many Santas but no one could ever tell you which one is real, in the future she never has to worry about someone connection her heroic past to her civilian present, except for her friends of course

I love this AU/hc so much, and how you included more than just the core four for it.

For Tim, I know he's absolutely using that power of his for no good. He uses it to make villains (and some Bats) cry when he mentions or even gets them their deepest desire. I am curious if the deepest desire is only for physical stuff or for the unattainable too (like I bet Dick would love to do a Flying Graysons routine with his parents one more time).

I love Cassie's cause she probably freaks the JL out when she starts speaking thr same dialect of an alien species no one has even heard of before.

Greta's is perfect. I hope she finds lots of use for it in her retirement. I would love a spin off of her just utilizing that power when she goes to college, gets a job, etc.

Kon's makes me want to cry. It's amazing for him, but the reasoning is so sad. I hope YJ is able to help him and that he's better able to take care of himself with this.

I like to imagine Anita's parents/kids looking up to her in amazement as her gingerbread house still stays standing after 5 months.

I'm glad Bart has more choice in his need to eat. Tim probably helps him by buying lots of food, but it's nice that Bart, in this AU, doesn't have to constantly be eating as much.

I don't know as much about Slobo (which is a damn right shame), but it seems DC did him dirty (something about him slowly dying and then sacrificing himself???). Anyways, I hope his strength helps him feel more reassured with himself and confident. I hope he can use it to uplift those he cares about.

Cissie's sounds great. There's tons of stories about the price of fame being a lack of privacy. With this, maybe she'll be able to have a normal life as well

[lemonflavoreddishsoap]

CAN I REQUEST LA SQUADRA WITH AN S/O WHO HAS A SWEET TOOTH?? (like they would be late at night just eating something sweet and they would get caught because of the candy wrappers making noise)

I cannot handle much sweetness in my food but for some reason i love writing about characters who have sweet tooths???? idk why. very cute request idea :3

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La Squadra with an S/O with a sweet tooth

Formaggio

He learns about this trait of yours when the two of you get a crap ton of sweet treats together, only for him to find 90% of it gone within a day. He's not pleased, the way he complains about it you'd think it was the cat crying if you weren't watching him.

He isn't actually mad, obviously. I mean, in all honesty he was probably overestimating how many sweets he can handle, but...but the betrayal!!

Great new information now, because you're getting a new treat for your stash practically every day! He'll even come home with some incredibly bizarre sounding treat for either you to keep or for you to watch him eat.

Illuso

Illuso learns when he finds you stuffing your face sometime around midnight. He plucks the sweet from your hands and holds it over your head (if you're shorter than him). "Having a snack right now? If you were planning to stay up for some sweets, you should've let me join you." He doesn't let you stay up for much longer though, just enough for your sugar buzz to end before dragging you to bed.

He's absolutely the kind of fellow to just steal some treats right out of your hand/bag. Make sure you aren't standing around any mirrors as you happily snack, unless you WANT to be jump-scared by an arm suddenly emerging from the wall.

He's picky with sweets, too, so not only is staying cautious keeping you safe from theft, but also from criticism. If you decide to start subtly eating more of his favourite sweets to avoid this, it definitely won't go unnoticed.

Prosciutto

He became aware of your sweet tooth before you ever told him, and before any kind of eating-candy-late-at-night incident. He probably realises by the first time he's brought to your place. Whether it be a dedicated snack-y area somewhere in your kitchen or a few too many colourful wrappers in a trash bin, he takes note of the detail.

Prosciutto stays up pretty late, so it should've been expected that he would run into you digging into some chocolate "secretly" like a raccoon chowing down on some garbage. He stares at you, just a bit surprised that you'd decide to eat something so sugary in the middle of the night.

He doesn't mind your affinity for sweets and sometimes likes to indulge you by buying you fancy little candies and chocolates he thinks you'd enjoy, but he is strict about when you can eat them (no messing up your appetite or sleep!) it makes him seem like a parent but he just wants his partner feeling alright.

Pesci

Shuffling through the kitchen with the lights off was an obvious challenge for you, but flicking on the light's would've been a surefire way to get caught at this late hour. Well, unfortunately that worry is thrown out the window as you end up crashing into something that...yelps?

So, yeah! You discover each other's sweet tooths and bad habits in that same moment. Your best survival strategy is to team up, becoming the Late Night Delicacy Duo - Pesci feels bad about his secret snacks but having you indulge in it with him makes it go from shameful to fun.

His favourite sweets are hard candies, but he'll have a try of anything the two of you manage to scavenge!

Melone

Dude. It's fucking Melone. You don't need to get caught doing jackshit, he tastes the sweet on your fucking lips and figures it out from there. He can tell your favourite chocolate brand just based on your body language or something.

Sounds weird but hey! At least you've got a partner who knows what you like incredibly well, and you often find your preferred treats either in his hands when the two of you are going out or laying on your bed when you return home. He's always right on the money.

He's far from a sweets person himself, save for a few exceptions (namely cake), so he has absolutely no qualms with you having any treats he ends up receiving. Probably likes feeding you a bit. Not in a kink way or anything but like, listen, I think it'd be nice to have his gloved hand gently place chocolates in my mouth while he watches with those beautiful eyes. No don't leave no listen please-

Ghiaccio

He's grumpy enough when he wakes up in the morning, why would you even risk waking him up in the middle of the night? No matter now, because he's ripped the sweet from your hand, tucked it into a cupboard, just nearly slammed the door shut, and is dragging you back to bed.

But as long as you aren't snacking late at night, he's fine with it. He can be a tiny bit strict about it though; doesn't want you overdoing how many sweets you eat, and he does not like trying other people's food so don't ask him.

Just as with most things about you, he loves the trait subtly. His love for this one lies in how he glances at you when the waiter asks if the two of you want dessert after your meal, or the way he taps your arm if the two of you pass a colourful candy store mid-stroll.

Risotto

He likes licorice doesn't he. He does, doesn't he. Look me in the eyes, don't you see what i see hes a LICORICE LIKER

"I really hope your body goes through sugar well. That crash will not be pretty," is a very stupid thing to get jumpscared by, but in your defence you were MINDING your OWN BUSINESS and it's TWO AM- DOES THIS MAN SLEEP!???

Pleaseee ask him to share sweet treats with you, this man doesn't let himself have as many treats as he probably wants to. Beyond just the intimacy of sharing a moment together, you get to see him smile at the flavors. and isn't that what life is just all about.

Honestly if you're really really really in love with candy, he may get or make one one of those candy/chocolate bouquets, y'know the ones?

[bugs1nmybrain]

L Lawliet x Chubby!Reader NSFW

Minors Don't Interact (18+)

Warnings: NSFW, weight/body insecurities, fem-reader, chubby reader as the title suggests, disordered eating habits, reader fat-shames herself, the reader has been attempting to lose weight, unprotected sex, lots of kissing, vanilla?, finger sucking, blowjob, pussy eating, squirting, body worship themes, dom L, the reader comes from a low/lower middle-class background, fingering, L is probably a little out of character (he's just more of a sweetheart than canon L), L might be triggering? He tries to be nice to the reader about eating but may come across as inconsiderate?, Misa is mentioned once, L doesn't really know how to be emotionally supportive but he's trying his best!!!, cheesy ending

I kind of had a hard time getting through this prompt because I struggle a lot with weight and disordered eating. It was meant as a self-affirming fic but the first half of this was triggering for me to write. I hope it's good.

Buying this stupid scale was probably the worst decision you could've made for yourself. In your mind, you assumed that getting one would encourage you to lose weight and that you could document what eating and exercise habits helped you lose more. You were excited, even, but as soon as you stepped on it your excitement turned into hate.

It wasn't like you weren't trying. You've read as many articles as you could on what diets would give you the quickest results. You've also tried exercising plenty. On the worst days, you didn't eat much at all. However, it seemed like no matter what your efforts were, you had little success. It was unfair. You couldn't help but feel envious of girls in the mall who would wear outfits you could never picture yourself in. Being at the beach made you furious as well. It was like you'd never be enough, never like them.

Your phone buzzed with a text from L. He was requesting your company for dinner at his current residence. L, as distant as he seemed, was very fond of you. He was a very busy guy, so the time between you two was limited, but he did indeed try to put in an effort to spend as much time together as he could squeeze in. Meals were often a safe time for him.

You had about an hour to be there, so you tried to prepare a nice outfit to wear. Nothing looked good, though. It was hard finding clothes that looked good on you. You hardly found any clothes that looked proportionately correct on you. It was an endless battle.

Eventually, you gave up and settled with a black turtleneck and jeans. Watari picked you up and drove you to L's. When you arrived, you made your way through the security procedures, though you didn't have to do much as L trusted you enough to waive some of the more complicated screenings.

You walked into a beautiful dining room with a table of well-prepared offerings. A lot of it was typical dinner food, but a good portion was also sweets, as L didn't partake in normal eating habits.

L sat down at the end of the table and caught your eye as you walked in. You were embarrassed, honestly. Before dating him, you weren't used to a finer lifestyle. Coming into a fancy residence like this was beyond you. You felt out of place, but L made you feel at home in the unfamiliar atmosphere. He gave you a gentle smile as you sat down on the chair to his left.

"You look beautiful," he comments with an inviting impression.

"You think so? I thought this was a little plain-looking."

"I suppose it's a casual outfit, but nonetheless, you look lovely in it," he beams.

"Thank you," you blush in response.

"Of course. Are you hungry?"

Urg. You supposed by definition, you were. You hadn't had much to eat today other than your three cups of coffee and a very light breakfast. You hated questions like this. You simply nodded, feeling torn.

"Please, help yourself. I made sure to acquire your favorites."

This was awful, and you felt incredibly uncomfortable. You didn't want to disappoint or sadden him. L clearly put in effort for this, but you were so afraid of gaining weight. There was a lot of food, and you assumed he expected you to be generous with your portions.

You did what you could and took what you thought was enough food to not upset him but also not too much that you felt like a glutton. Even with this, though, you felt like you took too much (in reality, you didn't take enough).

The food was great, meals with L never failed to impress.

"Would you like dessert, love?"

Oh no.

You expected it, given L. He absolutely loved sharing sweets with you and it was one of the ways he knew how to display care for you. The treats were always delicious, and you were grateful, but the fact that a single slice of cake had so many calories drove you nuts. You felt a tad jealous of L. He manages to stay small despite his horrendous diet. It wasn't his fault, he simply had a very different metabolism than you did, but it was unfair. He could eat ten folds of the amount you eat and not gain a thing. When you only spent a day or so eating full meals, you put on weight.

L notices your hesitation and is puzzled about what to say. He's not an idiot and has noticed since he first started dating you that you had a complicated relationship with eating and food. He could tell by the way you poked around at your food and was very light on your portions that you were clearly scared to eat much. He never once found you unattractive and even found your plump features very endearing. He understood why you were insecure, but he only wished he could somehow assure you of your worth.

Knowing you were going to stall, L takes it upon himself to cut you a slice of strawberry cake and places it down in front of you, with a soft, "here."

You smile at him. His small attempts to make you happy were cute, and you did appreciate it. The cake in front of you looked scary, but you wanted to be grateful and make him happy, so you gave up.

"It's tasty isn't it?" He remarks with a mouthful of cake, himself. As a prestige of a background L came from, he had no sense of manners it seemed.

"Mhm."

Again, you were poking around. L felt a little frustrated by this. He wasn't upset about waste, ungratefulness, or anything like that, he was just disheartened that you were so hesitant to nourish yourself. Sure, cake may not be the most nourishing thing, but its mental effects are rewarding. He wanted you to be able to enjoy things like a nice meal without feeling ashamed of yourself. It's why he encouraged you to eat with him often, he wanted to give you a sense of comfort and connection that could come from eating. But every time you seemed unsettled. It made him feel sorry.

"Do you not like it? Would you like a different flavor?"

"Oh, no! It's great, I guess I'm just a bit full," you assure him.

L doubted it, given the amount you put on your plate.

"I'm sorry," you say with guilt.

"I'm not upset with you, love. I suppose I'm just worried for you. I've noticed that when we've had meals together you make your portions rather small. I hardly think that was enough to make you feel "full""

You kind of hated this. Who was he to assume how much you needed to eat? Why did it have to matter?

"I'm trying to lose weight."

"Why?"

"I'm not very happy with myself. I don't feel attractive, and I see other girls, like Misa Amane, who are very small. They get to wear as much or as little as they want and they're always beautiful. I feel like no matter what, I'm always ugly, and fat."

L didn't really know how to handle this, because in his eyes you're beyond beautiful. He didn't really understand why you felt like you weren't. He thought that he always made it apparent to you that he saw you as gorgeous. It was like the meals though. Sometimes no matter how much affirmation he tried to give you, you were never satisfied.

He noticed it when you'd pull down on your shirts to conceal your stomach. When you and he made love, you insisted on keeping the lights completely off. You'd send him pictures of you in very pretty outfits, but when you'd see him in person later that day, you were in something much more conservative. In a way, it broke his heart.

"I know that I can't say anything that will change your mind about this. It makes me sad to know you think of yourself in such a negative way because I've never thought any of those things about you. I suppose my opinion doesn't mean much, but comparing yourself to models like Misa Amane isn't a fair assessment. Those kind of women are paid for being underweight. Having a fuller figure doesn't make you any less attractive and if anything, it makes you incredibly adorable to me. You look like yourself, which is more than beautiful."

In a sense L was right to say he couldn't exactly change your opinion about yourself, but his reassurance right now, in this moment, felt comforting. You did worry that he didn't see you as pretty or somehow was only with you out of pity.

"You know, I'm no model myself," L says, cocking his head to the side. "On the opposite end, I'm underweight and very nimble. I'm also pale and my hair is disheveled. Some have also said my eyes are creepy."

"You're cute though!" You giggle and gush within milliseconds. "Honestly, I don't think I've ever known anyone who looks like you. You're so handsome and pretty and cute and adorable,"-

"So who's to say you aren't those exact same things? Both of us have imperfections. It's abundantly clear you love me for mine, so believe me when I say that yours are just as desirable to me. I love you as you are, Y/N."

His loving words offer you peace of mind at the moment. Sure, you weren't as thin as you wished you were, but knowing he didn't see you less than made you feel a little more content. You glance at him lovingly, and L reaches his hand under the table to find yours.

"I love you," L assures again.

You blush, "I love you too."

L hums and rubs your hand with his thumb. "May I kiss you?"

You giggle at his request, with a complete change of mood to what you felt previously. "Yes, of course."

L leans in to kiss your lips tenderly, holding the side of your neck with the hand that wasn't holding yours. You turn pink and flustered, to much of L's own pleasure. As your kiss starts out light and gentle, you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around his shoulders, closing him into a warmer embrace. Heated tension forms between both of you, but before it can get too heavy L pulls away.

"There's cameras in here."

"Oh," you comment in embarrassment.

"Here," L takes your hand before standing up, encouraging you to as well. "Come this way."

You followed L, with your hand in his.

"The table still has food on it," you say worryingly.

"That's Watari's job. Don't worry about it. Just follow me, alright?"

L guides you up the elevator to a higher floor. When the doors open, you're led to a spacious room that is cleaned and decorated nicely. L closes the door behind you and quickly turns his attention back to you with a soft smile.

"I missed you today while I was working," he says as he begins kissing the nape of your neck.

You smile uncontrollably as you tell him, "I did too. I couldn't wait to see you."

"Mm..that makes me happy to hear."

L kisses your neck lovingly before gesturing you to follow him to the bed. He sits you down and hovers over you as he pulls your lips in for another kiss, this time full of more hunger and adoration. You bring your hands down to his waist band and tug at the button to his jeans, zipping them down.

"Can I see you?" L asks.

"Hm?"

"May I take off your clothes, first?"

"Oh.."you blush hesitantly.

"Here, let me help you."

L pulls your turtleneck over your head and quickly follows with unbuttoning your jeans, sliding them off. You're now only left in your bra and panties, and L can't keep his gaze off of you for a second.

"I'm bloated from eating," you say sheepishly.

"Nonsense," L kisses down your chest and places a hand on your stomach. His fingers sink into your plush skin and you clam up. "Please don't feel self-conscious, love. Allow me the privilege of appreciating your beauty."

L kisses you again and you continue your attempts toward his crotch. You pull his pants down, revealing his arousal through his underwear. Blushing, you grope his cock among the clothing, producing a pleasant hum from his chest. After a couple of strokes, you take his underwear off, dragging them down his legs. His penis stands erect with a flushed pink tip.

"Do you see what you do to me?" he remarks, stroking your face with his fingers, guiding them to your lips. You stick your tongue out, allowing L to slowly insert his fingers into your mouth. His cock twitches in excitement as you suck on his spider-like fingers gently. He takes them out to tuck your hair behind your hair. You assume responsibility to start stroking his bare cock, glancing at it for a bit. His penis is very pretty. Longish, maybe a little over 5 and a half inches, but slender. Not slender in the sense that there's no sense of filling, but it matches the rest of his thin anatomy. It's also pale and flushed pink, with not many veins.

"Mmm.." he moans as you stroke him. You tease his glands a little before taking him in your mouth. You drag your mouth along his shaft, eliciting a sigh from him. You tease and lick along his penis to the point that he needs to reach his hand to cover his mouth in order to conceal his noises. Who would've figured that the deadpan detective L would be such a responsive lover?

"Love, please.." you continue bobbing your mouth on him and look up at him for a moment. Your pretty eyes send a shock through him and he pulls his cock out of your mouth, knowing full well that he'll cum if this keeps going. And he surely was not finished with you.

He kneels in between your legs and kisses the inner flesh of your thick thighs. L pulls your panties down your legs and presses his finger up to his lips, enamored by your beautiful cunt. He presses his fingers at the bottom of your thick thighs and spreads your folds apart. He looks at your wetness for a moment and then proceeds to sink his face into your arousal.

"Mmfph!~"

Your moans escape uncontrollably as L begins sucking on your clit. His mouth produces wet and messy noises as he licks your pussy, following his tongue up and down before continuing to suck on your clitoris. He raises his hand to insert two fingers in your cunt as he eats you out. L makes sure to curl them perfectly, rubbing along your g-spot. The simultaneous stimulation to both areas causes a surprisingly quick build-up.

You grip L's hair, which he takes as a sign to attack your pussy even more intensively. His tongue flicks rapidly up and down your clit and he fingers you faster, causing you to grind on his face. L can feel your orgasm approaching by the way your insides were contracting on his fingers. He hums on your clit, giving it more vibration as you cum on his face with a high-pitched whine. Fluid sprays on L's face unexpectedly, shocking both you and him.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know that would happen. I didn't think I had to use the restroom.."

L smells the fluid on his finger for a bit before commenting, "This doesn't smell like urine to me," and he laughs cockily. "No need to be embarrassed, darling."

L wipes his face off with an article of clothing that was tossed on the floor and comes up to kiss you again. He pulls you to rest on the bed facing him. He reaches behind to grab your ass, squeezing your plump features with his hands.

"You're gorgeous."

You want to thank him, but instead keep kissing his lips with vigor. L moves on top of you and removes your bra. He kisses down your breasts, nipping them with his mouth briefly to then kiss your stomach, groping the plushy flesh. You tense up a little but relax in the notion that he's doing it out of desire, not to insult you. He comes back up to kiss you once again and pushes his pelvis between your thighs.

You tug at his shirt, the only article of clothing separating the two of you. He grunts a little and hesitates. "You know I'm shy about my torso."

"I know, but we're both supposed to be embracing each other right? It's unfair for you to have me all naked and you to be covered."

"Yes, that's correct. I apologize."

L allows you to take his shirt off, exposing his thin figure in its entirety. You kiss his neck, causing him to whimper.

"Y/N, I need you so badly right now.."

"I'm yours. Please.."

L kisses your temple and continues by taking his penis to tease along your folds. He sinks his cock into your warm and soft pussy, and the both of you immediately moan at the pleasure. L begins to thrust into your warmth with a slight build-up. The pace eventually grows into a desperate and starving yearning. He loves you as if he hasn't for ages (he did about three nights ago) and fills you to perfection.

"Y/N..love, you're so perfect..."

You gasp in pleasure as he rubs your g-spot perfectly and grip his back for comfort. You pull him into kiss you as you fuck each other, the both of you filling the room with filthy sounds. It was a good thing the room was sound-proof.

"I love you, L.."

"I know, baby. I love you..you know that right?" He says in your ear, whispering between pants while he rests his forehead on yours. L's eyes are fixated on the way your body moves to his thrusts, and he feels a sense of pride knowing that he's the only one who's able to see you like this.

"Mhm!" L fucks you deeper, his cockhead brushing your cervix. Your warm, wet walls continue to clamp on him and he knows he's not going to last very long. He presses his body closer to yours, relishing in your warm body against his.

"Darling...I'm close.."

"That's ok, please. Inside."

L's hips thrust forward for a little longer, his orgasm building. He finally comes undone and releases his loads inside of you, with a strung-out moan as he does so.

You grab around him and pull him close for comfort as he rests on top of you, cock still inside.

"Thank you.." you say pleasantly, more than happy with the affection you had received.

"Thanking me isn't necessary. You know how much I adore making love with you."

You blush and laugh in response. L eventually pulls out and rests beside you, wrapping his legs around you as he attempts to mimic his sitting position in a cuddle form. The both of you enjoy the presence of each other's bodies and hold each other as close as possible.

"Please never doubt yourself, Y/N. You're more than worthy and more than beautiful."

"Okay. I think I believe you, I'll try to," you hum and bury your face in his chest. "I love you."

"As do I, Y/N."

[l3vi-bby]

OK SO

M! Reader with Beel but reader is a chef/baker. Beel only learns about Readers talent when he eats one of their meals and finally feels full for the first time probably ever. Beel questions reader about the contents of the food and reader is like “idfk, made with love?” Because of this, Beel forces Reader to make him food as much as possible.

Small little thing I was thinking about, thought it might be cute.

𝙇3𝙑𝙄-𝘽𝘽𝙔 ;; ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ░ : ｡.｡

warnings / sum // he's full of your love and still wanting more. || beelzebub (obey me! one master), male reader, fluff

a / n // tysm for giving me my first ever request on here + i love beel sm so i was so excited to start writing this!!! [B. NAME] = bakery name (usually would mean "brother" but in this fic no)

# full of your love // beelzebub x m!reader ≟ ˚◦

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𝙄𝙏 — was known all across the Devildom that [F. NAME]'s baking was the best and not only that, but the [B. NAME] was also great, even Barbatos and Luke would agree so, their own pastries maybe put to shame. The bakery smelt of fresh sweets, toasted bread, and the clear aroma of caffeine. Everything in the building screamed a homey feeling, it brought a warm welcome to any person, demon, or angel walking in. A heaven in hell.

It was unsurprising that Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony, quickly found out about the place, and became a frequent patron. Not only that, he was the generally the sweetest and most supportive, having the money to buy all of the bakeries pastries if he wanted to. It was currently a normal day, it had begun to snow in the Devildom and demons all around looked for refuge in any open stores. Beelzebub sat down at a table, scarfing down the food given to him by [F. NAME]. The demon looked up at [F. NAME] as he munched, "your baking is always the best, [F. NAME]... mmm..." The [H. COLOR]-nette could only chuckle, placing more food before the other, "so I've heard, Beel." They continued to bask in each other's warm company, [F. NAME] soon pulling in a chair and propping his elbows up to admire his favorite customer. Beel gulped down the remains of the food with a good jug of coffee and sighed in content. He patted his stomach and realized an odd feeling. "... I feel so full, [F. NAME]." "I'd be surprised if you didn't, you've ate more than you regularly do." Beel shook his head, "no, you don't understand. I never get full." The ginger tightened his brows at the other, seeing as how the baker was not staring back quizzically. "That's interesting...?" [F. NAME] said, confusion in his tone. They stayed staring at each other for a minute or two, an awkward atmosphere still growing. [F. NAME] opted the conversation was done and stood up, grabbing a nearby platter and stacking the empty dishes, Beelzebub could only watch, a curious wilderment still evident. He suddenly snapped out of it, stopping the baker. "What do you put in your food?" Caught off guard, [F. NAME] opened his mouth to close it again. Shouldn't it be obvious...? Flour... sugar... salt — y'know, what else is one supposed to put in a pastry? "What else?" [F. NAME] softly smiled, "it's pastries." Beelzebub shook his head, not satisfied and repeated his question. [F. NAME], a platter still in hand, took his other and placed it on his chin in ponder. "Hmmm... love, I guess?" The silence came back at Beelzebub widened his eyes. [F. NAME] chuckled again, the melody of his voice filling the bakery as he went back to tidy up. Beel felt a feeling deep inside him, butterflies swirling inside his chest. The deepest red took over the avatar's face as he slowly raised his hand, grabbing [F. NAME]'s wrist. Both became surprised at the upcoming words. "Please, make me as much food as you can!" "U — uh? I'm sorry?" Beel stood up, his face now mere inches away from the other, "more! I need more!" [F. NAME] smiled, trying to stifle his laughter but soon blowing up. "Sure! Sure — haha, just — just sit down Beel, and I'll cook you all the food you want!"

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[crabonfire]

Stupid and dumb tf2 headcannons cause I somebody do these on tiktok and they rile me up

Pyro regularly goes to strip clubs and he would fucking clap at the strippers like "😊👏👏" because he's a weirdo and I love it, demoman and Soldier would go too, both wanting to have a good time but soldier would probably be more impressed at how flexible they can be instead of everything else

They have movie nights where they vote and scout chooses action every single time while most mercs would want something else, they accuse him of being scared because he never ever chooses horror and he's like "pfft, no! Horror is just...lame to me." And engie snorts and was like "Yeah okay buddy." So they watched horror that night to prove it to him and surprisingly he was composed during it, but he didn't sleep that night, or the coming nights until he finally convinced himself it was just a movie and nobody was living in his closets.

Spy is a little too into weapons. One time when they all got a crate of weapons they had all been wanting when it came to his crate bro was practically SAVORING the knives and guns he was holding, he was sputtering French compliments while he was CARESSING those weapons. Everybody was so weirded out Sniper had to tell him to cut it out. He simply said that he was "impressed" by the refined beauty of said weapons. (if he starts moaning over those guns don't be surprised)

They also have game nights, it was scouts idea. Usually only Pyro, Engineer, Demoman, Soldier would join, while others would be spectating. They always go the same way, the game starts out simple, Engineer starts arguing with Soldier because he's not playing right, they start fighting and it turns into a bet to see who will win this time. Pyro and demoman will continue the game with Scout because they are so used to this, while Medic will cheer and egg them on. Spy would be like, "Look at you two, fighting like a bunch of children." But he finds it sooo entertaining.

Barbecue nights with engie!

Sniper smells like ASS. Anytime he's at the base, somebody has to remind him to shower, and he gets so embarrassed he's like, "Shit. Sorry." And just speedwalks to the shower rooms. When he comes back, he uses an insane amount of shampoo and cologne, so he actually smells really good afterwards. He's used to his own bad smell so he never actually notices.

Spy has greasy fucking hair. Like seriously, does he even wash that baklava? I don't think so (that voice line from Ms pauling proves me right) he's a man thay takes care of his physical attributes yes, but he doesn't ever find a need for his hair because he never takes that damn thing off, only when he showers and sleeps, that's it.

If for example, your dating him and after a while you want to see him without it, he's handsome yeah omggg so cute but GOD FUCKING DAMNNN THAT FUCKING HAIR MASHAALLAHHH brother wtfffff you have to shower with him and clean out his hair from him. He's like "it's not that big of a deal seriously" but after you wash it and it becomes soft and conditioned he becomes embarrassed realising how bad it really was. (Also, he probably has mask lines if it's been hot and he's been wearing it for too long)

Engineer has a shameful addiction of sweets. Like, I feel like he stress eats especially when his inventions go wrong and I have a headcannon back in uni when he was studying, since he was already so smart the MOMENT something was not perfect he would freak the fuck out and start eating chocolate so aggressively like

"What's wrong with this damn thing om nom mommmfh fuckin- mmmomom"

After he graduated and became a merc, since he got better and perfected his craft (for the most part) this rarely occurred, when it does tho, just know he's stepping out of his workshop, going to a gas station and buying so much candy. (This only happens when it's REALLY bad though.)

Heavy actually really likes American food. He thought he'd hate it, but he doesn't find it that bad. He likes cheeseburgers and steaks, very yummy. Medic doesn't like it when he eats them because they can be a tad bit unhealthy, but he's happy that it makes him happy.

Medic got into birds when he was young, feel like he had a bird feeder as a kid outside his house and would like to observe them from his window, when it got cold he'd offer them a place inside and ended up having bonds with them. Archimedes and his doves reminds him of childhood, a simpler time.

[haecien]

Birthday Wishes X.MG

A/n - this fic is for my baby @mirxzii <33 HAPPY BIRTHDAAAYY !!!! I literally love u sm I'll try to get this out on march 20th or the start of march ! Also we are both march babies and your birthday is 6 days ahead of mine<33 (we are literally twins atp) I HOPE U ENJOY THE FIC <33 Also happy birthday to everyone else who is celebrating their birthdays on march mwa <3 (divider creds @/cafekitsune & @/saradika-graphics)

Also babka looks so good👁

Synopsis - Being an idol is tough, especially with your strict diet. You wanted to celebrate your birthday in peace but your company thought otherwise, but here comes your boyfriend to the rescue.

Genre/s - Idol!Minghao x idol!reader, fluff, secret relationship, tried to make this gender neutral so y/n is in a split group (kard situation just imagine whatever gender you wish to be! <3), also a mix between smau + written!

Warnings - Mentions of food, Strict(ish) diets mentioned, Cursing, Body shaming(?), use of petnames, If you find more warnings I should add lmk! <3

Wc - est 700 words?

You just got back from a fan meeting, you're so tired and exhausted from it. You were annoyed from how many aegyo requests you got today though.... but you're atleast happy you got tons of gifts from your fans.

" My God... this is a mountain of gifts, so many jewelry this time tho! — "

One of your bandmates butted in " Well... you did mention on a weverse post you been wanting to buy new jewelry, and it is your birthday soon anyways— " Oh, my, God.

Did you really just forget your own birthday? Your OWN birthday?

" I— I JUST FORGOT MY OWN BIRTHDAY. MAKES SENSE WHY I RECIVED SO MANY GIFTS I WHAA- " you again got cutted off but this time by your manager.

" Listen up, we have a busy schedule today and the next few days. And I know y/n its your birthday in a few days, we'll host a weverse live and all that— " " Will there be cake? "

" What? " " You heard me, will there be cake? "

If there was one way to describe you, its that you love your sweets very much. There are numerous compilations of just you eating and adoring sweets as your fans found your sweet tooth the most cutest thing ever.

" Y/n please tell me you're being serious right now— Some netizens are noticing you're putting on some weight. That's a risk to your image! " Your manager scolded you, leaving you and your band members to be silent for a bit.

Your bright smile quickly faded into a slight frown, you were about to say something but quickly closed your mouth.

The leader of your group stepped up and tried to break the tension, " Thank you manager-nim, let's talk a bit later since the members are tired from the fan meeting— I'll see you in the afternoon. "

Your leader bowed down, as the manager left, " Y/n, I know you're a bit upset but you need to know hes trying to look out for you. If they say you need to limit on the cake then you need too. "

You nodded, looking upset.

The leader sighed and looked at you, reaching for there wallet. " Lets buy some Babka, you said you were craving that right? " suddenly you wernt feeling sad, your eyes lightened up. You quickly nodded your head, the leader giggled at your expression and your band headed out of the building to buy foods and treats.

That was your boyfriend for you, the one and only Xu minghao. The public doesn't know you two are dating besides mutual friends and members. Really you both didn't expect you'd be dating each other, your first meeting of each other was scuffed.

It was just when you newly debuted a year after seventeens debut, you were both at a music show award and they won their first award. You rarely knew these guys but you felt so happy for them.

Later after the awardings you saw the same band backstage, you wanting to be friendly approached them. " Hi! I'm y/n from (group name) , I just wanted to congratulate you guys for your first win! " the member who was closest to you looked a bit confused but just gave you a polite smile and a simple thank you, it was a bit awkward so one of the other members from seventeen came forward.

"Thank you y/n, oh I'm seungkwan! That was the8, hes a bit shy and he is still learning Korean and English so bare with him please... " you laughed it off and said it was fine.

After that it felt like the universe just wanted to make you go together at every award show at this point, it was like you couldn't escape them.

So naturally you both expected to always see each other during award shows and sometimes even variety shows. Some of your fans started to notice it and made a little fun inside joke which you all talked about with each other.

When one group is absent the other gets confused, usually after the show you'd be frantically texting each other bombarding everyone with "WHERE ARE YOU" texts. Because of these interactions your groups were very close behind the cameras, so its expected the whole fan base would be shocked to see a picture of you and minghao walking together, alone.

The company cleared it up by saying how it wasn't really them, obviously that didn't work... but the issue died down and no one really remembers it. Non the less after all of that you both still managed to have one of the most best relationships you both have.

But, telling the members the news of you guys dating sent them absolutely going bat shit crazy. After that some members slipped in a little joke or hint about you two, though the fans suprisingly didn't notice.

Time skip — The day of your birthday.

The day has started and you open your weverse notifications and you were bombarded with happy birthday messages, all of your colleagues, members, friends, family all greeted you a happy birthday.

Your birthday live was canceled due to conflicting schedules and you not having the energy but you assured your fans about it saying how you'll do a live as quickly as possible.

Your birthday was great, it was still missing one key thing. Ofcourse the cake, you and your members had a little private party and your company strictly told your members to NOT give you any sweets or anything that might make you gain weight, all you could eat was stupid salads and like one cupcake.

What a killjoy.

You saw everyone else eating whatever they wanted, you envied how much some people didn't care about their weight. It made you feel sick over how people were just eating and stuffing their faces with all kinds of sweets, on your own fucking birthday.

After your little party you went back to your dorm, you were surprised to see your door unlocked though.

You swore it was locked an hour ago, what if someone went in? Shit worse a fan went inside and maybe installed cameras inside?

Or left a creepy note with cameras! Your heart was beating while you slowly entered your dorm, closing and locking the door. You heard a metal sound, its sounds like something fell from the kitchen.

Scared, you grabbed a umbrella that was beside your door and held onto it tightly. You ran towards the kitchen and just started swinging the umbrella around trying to hit whoever or whatever was there.

You heard a thud and looked up, " Fuck— HAO? "

Minghao rubbed his head and looked down at you, " Happy birthday? " he had cake frosting all over his face and hands, and chocolate on his lips.

You dropped the umbrella " Oh baby I'm so sorry for hitting you oh my— you look fucking messy by the way." Minghao rolled his eyes at you.

" Thank you genius. "

Minghao pulled you in his arms and gave you a little peck on the cheek, " Now your face is covered in chocolate too. "

" Ew, the chocolate tastes good but ew... "

"Oh boo hoo, I know you're happy to see me. "

Yeah, he was right. Of course you're happy to see him. The only thing that could cheer you up after having a shitty day was your boyfriend.

Even if sometimes your schedules are packed for the week you still both secretly met up on breaks, hey what can I say your companies are close.

You peaked behind minghao and saw a glimpse of a beautiful wrapped box before he blocked your view again, " Aha, not now love. Later you'll see what I have prepared for you. "

"Come on, you love me right? Can't I have a little peak? " you cupped his cheeks in your hands, shaking his head a bit. " Nope, that doesn't work on me. Even if it's your birthday. "

" It will ruin the surprise ! "

Minghao convinced you to go into your living room and put on your favorite show to keep you distracted for a bit.

— After awhile Minghao covered your eyes and lead you back into the kitchen again.

" Happy birthday my dearest, y/n. "

Your kitchen was beautifully decorated, the balloons in your favorite color, the smell of the candle filling the room. The snacks on the counter, freshly made just for you and him.

And most importantly, the strawberry cake on the table.

Your reaction made Minghao giggle, " I'm assuming you like it baby? " you felt like you were about to tear up, " Hao, I love it so much, its better than the party my members did. "

" Im glad you like it, I'm sorry if I don't have much for your gifts but here. "

He gave you an envelope, labeled " To my dearest, y/n "

You opened it to see a letter. You quickly read the letter ;

" My dearest, y/n.

No matter how old you're turning today, I wish I'd spend all of my lives seeing you. I want to grow old with you and stay by your side, I want you to be my first and last, the person I'd marry and have my future with.

I know things haven't been the most easiest but I'm so glad you're still with me til this day. You have dealt with me for so long, you helped me when I was at my lowest. I wish to repay you back with every cent I have.

But if I cant repay you with money then I shall repay you with my life.

Happiest of birthdays to you my love. "

TAGLIST — @slytherinshua , @weird-bookworm , @woozvc , @bangantokchy , @mayashu , @mirxzii , @glosskirt , @amxlia-stars , @addicsvt , @isabellah29 , @hrts4hanniehae

[otakusheep15]

Flufftober Day 29 - Apology

Content includes: Vargas x reader, established relationship, the tiniest bit of angst, might be a bit OOC, (pls appreciate this man more I unironically love him)

To say you were mad would be an absolute understatement.

You stand in your kitchen, empty egg cartons in hand. Your boyfriend, Vargas, stands in front of you, looking like a kicked puppy. Or, at his size, it’s more like a kicked wolf. Either way, it’s obvious that neither of you are in a good mood.

Vargas had, once again, eaten every egg in the house. Normally, this would not be a problem, as you’ve gotten used to buying extra to support his habits. However, your work was holding a party for a retiring coworker, and everyone was pitching in to bring something to the party.

Around your office, you are known to be quite the baker, so everyone was excited for you to make something for the party. You had specifically told Vargas to save at least one carton of eggs since you needed to make a lot of food for this party.

He had sworn to you that he would put aside one carton, but when you stepped into the kitchen to start your baking, there were no eggs in the fridge. All you could find was a single egg carton in the garbage can, and you immediately knew what had happened.

“Listen, I promise I didn’t do it on purpose. I thought I had another carton left. I’m so, so sorry.”

His head is hung in shame, and it is obvious his apology is genuine. However, that does nothing to dissuade your anger. If anything, his choice of words only makes you feel worse.

You tear into him, asking why he didn’t bother to double check just to be sure before eating the remaining eggs. He has no response, and all he can do is repeat how sorry he is.

It does make you feel kind of bad, even through your anger. You know he didn’t do it on purpose, and he does seem genuine in his apology. Still, you were already stressed out from work this week, and something like this is the last thing you needed.

You put the empty carton back in the trash, not even wanting to deal with it anymore. You fold your arms on the counter, placing your head on them and letting out a deep sigh.

Vargas hesitantly steps next to you, and you press your side into his, still keeping your head down. Despite your anger, you still manage to find comfort in him. It’s rare for the two of you to fight, especially to this extent. He’s normally not this forgetful, but you know he’s dealing with just as much stress as you are, so it makes sense that something like this would slip his mind.

“Hey, it’s not that late. We could still make it to the store before they close. I’ll buy you as many eggs as you need, and whatever else. Whatever it takes for you to forgive me.”

When you look up, he’s smiling. It’s a weak yet hopeful smile, and you can't help the similar smile that graces your one face. You nod, and he gently takes your hand as he leads you towards the door.

The two of you rarely fight. It’s never fun when you do. But, if nothing else, at least you’re always quick to apologize. Vargas may have upset you today, but there’s no doubt that he’s still your sweet, loving boyfriend who always takes care of you.

[pinkslashersimp]

could you do a hannibal x reader where reader has an eating disorder (if you’re okay with it ), love your writing !!

ofc i can! i hope ur doing alright, please look after yourself 💗

i personally have never had an eating disorder so excuse any mistakes i may make, constructive criticism is heavily encouraged on my works so feel free to chime in and let me know how to improve or if i’ve gotten anything wrong:)

TWs: gender neutral reader, eating disorders (anorexia, bulimia, pica + BED. - i included them all. nobody gets left out. May be triggering.), toxic behaviour (hannibal is hannibal)

Hannibal with an s/o who suffers from an ED(Eating Disorder)

Base headcanons:

Hannibal knows you’re living with this long before you tell him you are, he’s been a psychiatrist for a very long while and dealt with patients suffering in similar ways many times before. He recognises your behaviour around food and attitude towards your body quite quickly

Anorexia/Bulimia

Hannibal will not, under any circumstances, mess with your food when he cooks it.

He understands that if he did, and you found out, it would worsen your condition greatly and shatter the trust between you both beyond repair

He needs to be someone you can come to in confidence and security, and feel safe with him. if you found out he had added extras to your food or messed with the calorie intake it would ruin the relationship completely.

He definitely encourages 3 meals a day, doesn’t allow low calorie snacks in his cupboards unless you are absolutely starving yourself. Then he would prefer for you to eat them because at least you’re eating something.

Will not bring up body image or food with you, he knows its triggering and would hate to put you in a darker place

BED (Binge eating disorder)

BED (Binge eating disorder)

Hannibal will still try to encourage 3 meals a day, and little snacks in between.

If you’re bingeing for comfort he will attempt to figure out what exactly is bothering you, that way you can talk about it instead of turning to food and hurting yourself. He wants to resolve your trauma.

Buys in foods you either cannot binge on or can safely binge on.

Like the above disorders, Hannibal will avoid bringing up food or body image. He doesn’t want it to seem like he is shaming you or trigger you.

Will not, under any circumstance, force you into a diet. You have free will in his kitchen to cook whatever you’d like or request whatever you’d like from him.

Shows you as much love as he can if you binge and are upset, he would never shame you or get upset at you for this.

Pica

A condition Hannibal knows lots about, but personally does not have firsthand experience with.

If you are neurodivergent in some way you will be given extra support and understanding from him already

Hannibal will take away small items which could be swallowed, he doesn’t want you to eat them and he worries that you might choke. When he sees you with something that you’re about to eat he redirects you and encourages you to throw it away instead.

Hannibal invests in chewelry and foods that mimic non edible items, such as chocolate rocks, sweets that look like glow sticks and pop rocks that mimic fish bowl pebbles. Anything that looks lifelike, the more realistic the better.

[fallenangelfeeder]

You always came in about half an hour after I started my shift. I was glad that someone other than half drunk idiots would come in to be honest because when I first began that's all it was. But to be fair this job was easy otherwise. Clean up, sell a few slices of cake, set up the ovens for tomorrow morning, go home. Don't know why the owners thought a 'cake-away' needed to be open until 1 in the morning but it suited me.

Here you came now, your chubby face already full of excitement as you pull open the glass door. The thing is, I have my tastes, and you obviously do too. I also think it's a shame if food goes to waste. It all works out.

Your eyes looked over the decadent cakes, rainbow buttercream, chocolate death, strawberries and cream, you considered them all. My eyes looked at that neck that my kindness had been fattening. Surely you'd be at least pre-diabetic by now? You were buying at least three slices of cake these days and taking home five because I'd have to throw this cake out if someone didn't eat it. Every day except Mondays. Still, you only looked about 350 pounds so I might be unlucky and have to push this for longer.

"Hey," you mumbled, eyes still looking at the cakes. "I've had a hard day so I'm gonna grab five slices today I think. As a treat."

I felt my teeth twitch behind my lips. I deserve a treat as well. I'd been working for months on you. "Well, we didn't shift much at all today so tell you what, I'll double that for you."

Surprised, you blinked a couple of times and let out a nervous chuckle. "I can't eat ten slices of cake," you tried to say. But instead you just nodded. There were advantages to my powers working like a truth serum.

"I'll just box those up for you, though its gonna be a quiet night with how cold it is, I would appreciate the company if you would like to eat a slice or two here," I said, gesturing to the couple of tables and chairs. "I wouldn't mind hearing about your day either."

You went tomato red. "I'd-d like that-t a l-lot," you stuttered. "Could I have a slice of the brownie topped one?"

"Of course," I replied, smiling with closed lips as I felt my teeth click into place.

I brought over the slice and went back to the till, folding boxes and placing more slices in them. "So what's been happening?" I asked, false pity coated my words, but I don't think you heard the falseness, you were already eating.

"Just work stuff," you said through a mouthful. "I work at a restaurant and they're talking about taking me off front of house cus of..." you raise the chunk of cake in your hand with a weak smile.

"Well if I ate at a restaurant," I began, my eyes locking with yours. "I would like to see someone with a body and appetite like yours. Shows the food is worth eating."

You pushed the rest of the cake into your mouth before gesturing with your hands for another slice. People call my powers hypnosis but in reality they release people from social conventions, let them do what they do when no one is watching.

"Here you are," I smiled, as I sat down all nine boxes on the table in front of you.

You opened up two and took a slice in each hand and began eating again. Just as I suspected, this is how you ate at home, cramming your face full of sugary foods, cream and crumbs coating your chin and cheeks. Your eyes rolled back as your eating sped up. That was my doing, I'm impatient.

Moans began to come from you as came to the end of those two slices and you opened up a third and fourth box. Again, you grabbed one in each hand and shoved them one after the other down your throat. Your heart bet faster, whether it was from the sugar or being turned on as the moans suggested, I didn't know. All I knew is that the sugar would be flowing all through your body.

I leaned over you and opened my mouth, my tongue desperate to taste that sweet rich blood, when the spell was broken. The door opened and in walked a bundled up couple. They whispered about you, saying very unkind things, and I think you heard.

"T-thanks," you said and took the remaining five boxes, piling them up against your soft chest. You pushed open the door with your foot and walked out into the cold night air.

Fuck, I thought, my teeth clicking back up in my gums as I served the couple. As soon as they went, I turned over the sign on the door and began closing up. I didn't care it was less than an hour into my shift. I was starving, something you had obviously not felt in months. I had been feeding you, plumping you up for those months, you were mine and I would be having you tonight. I grabbed my heavy wool coat and I pulled down the rollers with a slam and looked around the streets.

It was faint, but I could smell those cakes I'd given you somewhere heading eastwards. I checked the streets for people, there was the couple a little ways off, facing away from me. I didn't care anymore. I hadn't eaten for weeks, you humans ate everyday. I lept into the air and flew over the city, my wings catching a strong breeze that aided my flight towards you. Then I spotted your rotund form, trying to juggle the boxes of cake as you tried to unlock your door to a terraced flat. I landed a little ways off and walked down the road towards you.

"Oh, hello?" you said, spotting my dark figure out the corner of your eye. "I thought you had to work to God knows what hour, and I didn't know you lived near me."

"I felt ill so I shut up early, and I thought a slightly longer walk home in the night air might help," I lied. "Do you need some help?"

"That'd be lovely thanks. Sorry you're feeling under the weather. Do you want to come in for a cup of tea?"

Gosh you were easy, no dancing around being invited in needed at all. "That's so kind of you, I think I will," I said as I took the boxes from you.

"I'm on the first floor," you said as you motioned with your hand. Your heart was thumping again.

As we entered your flat, the true weight of your gluttony hit me. Boxes from the shop were laying around the bin that was overflowing. Wrappers from chocolate sat on every surface, biscuit crumbs were sprinkled all over the sofa and empty tubs of ice cream were stacked on the kitchen counter. I was so right in picking you, definitely had a sweet tooth. I set the boxes down on your kitchen work surface as you looked in your cupboards for a clean mug.

I touched your shoulder and you turned around, and my eyes looked through yours. "A-actually," you stuttered. "Mind if I eat before I get you that? I'm feeling very hungry again."

"Don't mind at all," I said, smiling widely, showing you my sharp teeth. You just restarted your gorging, opening your freezer for a pint of ice cream and grabbing a spoon before taking another slice of cake. It was like I wasn't here at all, just as it always should be.

Scoop after bite, bite after scoop, the cake and ice cream all went down your throat greedily. You began moaning again, and I guided you to the sofa. Your veins pulsed as the sugar and fat drove your heart harder and your blood thickened.

Running my finger along you absent jawline, I turned your head away from me. So much fat coated that neck already, I hoped my teeth could make it through. You carried on eating, strawberry glaze and raspberry ice cream dripping from your mouth as you opened it for more.

So much sugar, it was now or never. I lunged at your neck, my teeth slipping down through the blubber and to the arteries. Your blood was hot, and yes, so so sweet. As I began drinking, your body relaxed, your hands opening and dropping the food on to your lap. You moaned as if you were still eating though. I drank deeper, so much sugar was in your blood, it tasted divine. I eventually broke away from your neck, gasping not for air, but from the beauty of the taste. Trickles of dark blood mixed with the pale pink of the ice cream on your chest as your body lulled about, your eyes half closed.

I couldn't drain this one. I'd been working on you for too long. No, I would be using you again. I brought the melting ice cream up to your lips. "Drink," I urged. "You need your energy."

You sipped the creamy mixture for a little while before taking the tub from me and tipping your head backwards, gulping the ice cream down with a hunger that I'd only seen in fellow vampires after a long fast. Oh yes, I'd be keeping you.

This story is inspired by both a post and a conversation I'd had with @abundantbelly I hope you enjoy it, piggy

[munsonownsmyass]

Quinn McKenna x reader

Summary: You'vre never had a Valentines date before. Quinn want's to change that.

Warning: Oh man... It's all fluff and sweet stuff, but then... smut 18+! Oral (m receiving), public/semi public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it irl, folks), car sex, maybe taking some liberties with how much room there actually is in a car.

Notes: Thank you to my sweet Ericca @e-dubbc11 for this ask. I hope I did it justice.

This is unbeta'ed, barely edited. I wanted it out 😆❤️

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Words: 1.4 K

You had never had an actual Valentines date. Not that you hadn’t been offered one in the past, but it just never was your thing. Too mushy and romantic, all hearts and pink. So not your style. 

But this year was different. This year you had Quinn. He wasn’t really the romantic type either, but for the first time ever you actually wanted to celebrate Valentines. It was sappy, but you wanted the corny fluff. 

“Have you ever been on a Valentines date?” You ask softly as you prepare dinner. Quinn just looks up from his tablet, raising a brow at you. 

“Yeah, with my ex. Why?” 

“Just curious. I’ve never been on one and you don’t really seem like the type to do it.” You tease, trying to hide the fact that you really want to go on a date. 

“Not the type?” He gets up, feign being hurt as he makes his way to you. “Baby, I’m Casanova reincarnated.” 

You just huff and give him a soft kiss on the cheek before you turn your attention back to dinner. He walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Let me prove it to you. Valentines, just you and me.” 

- 

He wasn’t kidding. He was actually capable of being very romantic. In the morning you woke up to a sweet note on the nightstand, telling you to be ready at 7 tonight. At the office, he made sure you received flowers and of course you blushed like crazy, not at all okay with the attention. But it still felt really nice. 

At the end of the day, after a quick shower and getting into a dress, you can’t even remember buying, you are ready when the doorbell rings. The sight that meets you when you open the door, leaves you speechless. Quinn in a shirt and it actually looks like it was ironed. Quite the surprise. 

After a quick kiss and a thank you for both the note and flowers, you make your way to the restaurant. Your favorite, of course. Seems like Quinn didn’t miss a single thing today, ticking all the boxes. 

After ordering your food and getting the first sip of the delicious wine, you take your time to look at Quinn. With a raised eyebrow, he gives you a faint smirk. “Seeing something you like, princess?” 

“Oh, you have no idea.” You bite your lip, letting your eyes roam over his body without any shame. 

“Careful. If you keep looking at me like that, we might not make it to dessert.” Quinn say, his voice low and seductive. You just blush, thinking this Valentines date wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

Shortly after the waiter comes over with our food. It’s incredible and this whole night is just perfect. 

You don't know if it’s just this night, Quinn or the wine getting to you, but it gets harder to keep your eyes off him. And he knows it. He has that shit eating smirk on his face, knowing the effect he has on you. 

But two can play this game. While looking deep into his eyes, you make sure to lick the fork just a little extra, letting out a soft moan. And it works. He shifts in his seat, leaning forward. 

“Are you trying to kill me?” His eyes fall on your lips again, watching as you lick a drop of wine away from them. Suppressing a groan, he bites his bottom lip and look into your eyes. “I could think of something better you could do with that tongue.” 

“Oh, and what is that?” Your voice sweet as you act all innocent, pushing his buttons. 

“Want me to tell you or show you?” 

- 

Doing your best not to run or seem to eager, you make your way to the bathroom, followed by Quinn. You notice some people staring, giving you knowing looks, but you don’t care. The minute you both are inside the bathroom, Quinn locks the door and you fall to your knees. 

“Baby, I-” Quinn starts, but is quickly cut off by your hands opening his belt. 

“Better stay quiet.” You give him a teasing smile and push his boxers down, freeing his cock. Leaning forward you slip your tongue out and brush it against the tip. Quinn moans above you as you continue to lick the tip of him before you move your tongue up and down his shaft.  

Opening your mouth, a soft moan escape you as you wrap your lips around his cock. Quinn’s moans grow louder as you move your mouth lower, taking in as much of him as you can. 

“Fuck, princess.” Quinn groans a little too loud and a knock on the bathroom door, followed by a very angry voice, makes you stop. With a chuckle, Quinn helps you back onto your feet and close his pants. 

“Maybe we should continue this at home?” He grins, making sure you’re both decent before leaving the bathroom. You both keep your head down on the way back to the table, just wanting to get home as quickly as possible. The waiter comes over, but you barely say no to anything, before putting on your jacket. 

“Someone’s eager to get home now, huh?” He smirks as he watches you dismiss the waiter, not really wanting any dessert except for the one waiting at home. Quinn pays the bill, letting the waiter know he can keep the change, as his eyes land on yours. 

“I have no idea what you mean.” I give him an innocent smile, getting up from my chair and start making my way out of the restaurant. Quinn just chuckles and lean in closer. 

“Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.” He whispers in my ear, his hand gripping my waist harder as he leads me to the car. 

Once there, I can’t take my eyes off him. He actually brought me flowers. Took me to dinner on the fluffiest night of the year.  

With a soft smirk, I let my hands dance on his thigh, slowly making my way from his knee upwards, closer to my target. 

“Hmmm… You’re not very patient, are you?” Quinn grins, trying hard to focus on the road in front of him, letting out the softest groan as you palm his hardening cock. 

“Can you wait until we get home?” I purr seductively, still worked up from our little session at the restaurant. I lick my lips, still swollen, and look into his eyes. Quinns lust blown eyes dart from mine down to my lips, swallowing hard before his gaze moves further down. the next thing I know, he pulls into a rest stop. 

- 

Quinn’s hands find their way to your waist, hiking up in your dress so he gets a better view of you riding his cock. A soft groan escapes as he watches the way you bounce on top of his, your lips parted in a moan. His large hands move up your body, squeezing your tits. 

“So fucking perfect, princess.” He growls, closing his eyes as he leans back in the driver’s seat. One of your hands move to the straps of your dress, pulling them off your shoulders, exposing your chest to Quinn, giving him a better view of hem as you bounce on his cock. 

Impatiently, Quinn flips you around, so you’re the one in the seat and him now hovering over you. trying to make more room, you grip the lever to the seat, making both of you fly back. 

With a soft giggle, you kiss Quinn hard as he regains his footing, positioning himself between your legs. You let out a whine as he finally slides back into you. 

With deep and slow thrusts, Quinn keeps a maddening pace. You writhe beneath him with each thrust, moaning out his name. “You like that?” He asks, voice hoarse. You can’t do anything but nod, whimpering as he bottoms out. Making you feel so good. 

One hand land on the window, Quinn trying to keep his balance as he fucks you. He groans when he feels the way your walls begin to flutter around him.  

“Not gonna last much longer, sweetheart. You feel too fucking good.” Quinn pants, thrusting deeper and hitting that sweet spot over and over. 

You cling to him, fingers digging into his back, begging him not to stop. Wrapping your legs around him, he pushes into you harder, faster, until he makes you cry out in pleasure. It's all too much and with a growl, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, as he comes. His heavy breath ghosts over your skin, his lips leaving soft kisses on your neck as he slows down, his thrusts now lazy. 

His eyes find yours, a very satisfied smirk appearing on his beautiful, flustered face. “Happy fucking Valentines Day, baby.” 

tagging: @itwasthereaminuteago @lucy-sky @hellspart-timer @sergeantangel

[kairiscorner]

Hello, I'm very scared on the dentist so I wanted to ask for Spider-Noir with a s/o with brackets that has to go to the dentist often but is also scared of the dentist

Especially because many times your teeth hurts after going to the dentist and you can't eat for some hours (or days), or at least that's my experience

Wish me luck too (ुŏ̥̥ŏ̥̥)

HI ANONNN omg that really must hurt, i'm so sorry 😭😭😭BEST OF LUCK TO YOU !! I HOPE THIS BRINGS YOU LOVE AND COMFORT <333

spider noir helping you out with your braces

when noir saw your braces for the first time, he was actually super amazed. he wondered just how they worked, when you told him they were to fix your teeth, he'd looked at you confused then smile and be like, "but love, what do you mean your teeth need any fixing? i think they're already wonderful they way they are now. especially with how bright they shine when i say you're the most lovely person in my whole, darn life..."

when you'd admit that you were scared of the dentist, no matter how often you had to go there, noir would never chide you nor shame you for feeling that way.

"aww... it's only natural, love. just because you're forced to see them every month or two doesn't mean you lose that fear. c'mere, i'll hold you all the while we're there. i promise."

AND HE TRIES TO FOLLOW YOU INTO THE ROOM WHERE YOU HAVE TO GET YOUR ADJUSTMENTS. the dentists would tell him to wait outside, but he'd try to compromise and explain he promised to keep your comfortable and safe there.

"sorry doc, but i promised my beloved i'd hold them the whole time. i'm not one to back out on my promises." "but sir, it's for sanitary reasons you have to leave." "i'll wash my hands, wear the robes, the hair caps, the gloves, masks, whatever. just... i want to keep them comfortable."

there were times when he'd be allowed to stay, usually for longer procedures and more risky ones like tooth extractions and such. and all the while, he'd hold you. he'd hold your hand, feel his thumb over it, let you squeeze his hand if you were ever scared; and he'd assure you he's got you.

and after the procedure, he'd still be holding on to you if you needed him. he'd praise you for how brave you were, toughing it out at the dentist's chair and how well the progress on your teeth was getting.

"man... i can't wait to see just much prettier your smile will only get from here. you're already a total knockout, what more when you lose the braces? oh, i'd be in heaven by then, killing me with your beauty, you damned cutie."

if there were times when you'd feel pain after the adjustments, peter would rush to the nearest pharmacy and buy A TON of pain relievers and painkillers, hoping you wouldn't have to suffer so much.

he'd also buy you the softest foods he could think of, like breads, some canned soup for him to make for you two, rice if you wanted.

HE'D BUY YOU WHOLE TUBS OF ICE CREAM BECAUSE HE HEARD COLD STUFF RELIEVES THE PAIN !!! he'd buy out the entire ice cream store just for you and your comfort :>>

if you'd tell him what he did was appreciated but overboard, he'd chuckle and tell you: "love... nothing's too overboard for me if it meant i'd see you happy and comfy. trust me, it's an absolute pleasure for me to see you smile--even if you're a little embarrassed to show it, i love every bit of that sweet, lovable smile of yours."

a/n: BEDUBCEUBCIUFBNIOFBNIOF NOIRRRRRR

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @connors-cumslurper @maxoloqy

[master-k0hga]

: Sooga Face headcanon :

(And Also headcanon)

| ... Unlike Kohga, I've always had a set ace design for Sooga cuz tbh he looks how he sounds in game despite what //COUGH KOEI FUCKING DID COUGH COUGH .......

and yes to this day I am still pissed how piss-poor they executed the angst for these two and will ALWAYS have beef with the game AND the dumbasses who actually liked it

JKDFHVD PARENT/CHILD DYNAMIC BORING ASF WHEN THE COMPANY ONLY PULLED THAT SHIT CUZ THEY'RE BUTTHURT ,,,,,,

........... Anyways say hi to the old man cuz he's always been perceived that way to me even before the release of the mfckin' game ...... hehasafootfetish-

WHO SAID THAT -

Ok so headcanons, and probably don't remember more than half of what I had for him as my headcanons either kjkdffhvjkvbdfh

cuz my memory is shit asf:

HE / HIM ( WHEN HE )

Sculptor, gardener, farmer, weapon smith ( in other words he can do so fcking much ) ; Loves working with clay and ice when it comes to sculpting and made most of the Yiga clan's pottery decor (if they had any)

Big hairy man tiddies ; Overall a very hairy person despite not really liking it (Kohga loves it ofc)

Almost a giant he puts the Blademasters to shame with his height and build (he's a hard worker and almost rarely rests)

Gives off tired / dad vibes (cuz believe it or not he would love to be a dad)

Does this things where (since Kohga lets him in and out of his private headquarters whenever he wants) he walks in on Kohga sleeping, spanks him then leaves for no apparent reason other than cuz "he can"

Loves bugs, wildlife and all sorts. Challenged himself for a month surviving in the wild as training and he returned to the hideout stinking of nature. Kohga hated it and demanded him to bathe 70 TIMES before ever stepping foot into the hideout... Loves researching bugs, frogs and such with Zelda on their days off

Respects Urbosa, Impa and even Rhoam on a professional level (well... besides Impa, they've had their "personal moments")

Doesn't express emotion much, unless really pushed to the edge; Many instances with Astor threatening Kohga's life, when the Kohga sculptor is destroyed, when he's having a full on sugar rush

Speaking of sugar rush, he can't handle mass amounts of sugar. Sweets are very limited; And upon one time Kohga unknowing of this predicament, proceeded to offer some sweets to Sooga from Mipha's gift and the stoic right hand proceeded to man handle and defeat a Guardian with his bare hands.... And also bare naked

Was born in a high achievement, yet well respected family. Was very close to both his parents; Specifically his dad for the teaching him and mentoring him all his child to late teen life, and his mother for the emotional and mother love (father and mother reside in Lurelin last he knew, proud of him despite joining the Yiga clan)

An amazing cook just overall has the expertise of a real chef and actually wants to become one when he retires from difficult cult-ish ninja work. Mostly specializes in savoury dishes, preferably vegan/vegetarian diets as he mostly eats greens with the occasional fish or bird

Got into a physical fight with Kohga when he first joined as his right hand. Shit got heated but somehow they absolutely adored each other after that. They privately train all the time now, blood is even encouraged when they do it cuz they both love being UNHINGED FUCKS!!

He does not care about fashion, even after Kohga incorporated Gerudo attire into his. Sooga just loves seeing his boss doll himself up for either himself or to impress the stoic yet appreciative right hand man

Loves buying Kohga things that makes him happy, jewellery, make-up, clothes, food, knick-knacks of all kinds. Kohga always tries to return the favor but Sooga, literally in his words "Seeing you happy is enough for me"

Hehasafootfetishandafeedingkink

..... Idk what else there used to be but I swear to fucking god I just added some new ones fr ljvhdfbhfhbf

But I believe that's it........ I guess................................................................................... Maybe I'll just get on with OC refs now....

. Art © Me . DON’T RE-POST .

[enemyoflactose]

Museumshipping for @ygorarepairweek ! Today's prompts are a combination of Hurt/comfort and bathing together! Not sure how much comfort you'll get from this honestly.

Title: I won't Give In

Rating: M

Tags: hurt/comfort, angst, implied self harm, implied attempted suicide, neither characters name is said you just gotta trust me bro, semi-unreliable narrator, post canon, depression

Undercut because of content involving self harm and suicide. I hope you enjoy it you decided to read.

Shame. It racked his mind, and locked him in a state of rot. There wasn’t a point anymore. There wasn't anything left for him. There wasn’t a reason for him to exist. There wasn’t a reason for him to be alive. And yet, he still is. Without a goal or any interest to keep going.

So why was he still here? He could always leave whenever he wanted, and he’s tried to. He’s tried so, so many times. But it never worked.

The fact it never worked, that he always failed to die by his own hands, that he always failed to die by any means, made him more ashamed than anything else.

His shame only grew whenever he remembered what, or rather who, was keeping him from his end.

A woman. No. She was surely a devil. No woman, no human, would just allow him to live. No human would keep him from death. No human would make any attempts to comfort him. No human would softly say sweet words and try to hold him gently. No human would let him stay with them.

He hated her for it. He hated how she feigned her care for him, how she watched his every move, how she tried to pry inside his mind, how she hid things from him, and he hated her stupid little act that was so obviously just a ploy to see him suffer.

He could see right through her, she was too obvious! She knew what he’d done. She knew who he’d hurt. She knows he wants to die.

He won’t fall for it.

He won’t fall for her sweet gestures. He won’t eat the food she makes. He won’t sleep in the room she gave him. He won’t wear the clothes she buys him. He won’t humor her when she tries to talk with him. He won’t falter when her face becomes sad and pathetic.

He knows it’s all fake! He knows she just wants him to roll over in vulnerability so she can break him down and destroy him bit by bit all over again.

That has to be what she wants! She knows what he’s done, she knows what he tried to do, and she’s trapped him with her.

He’s tried to leave. He’s tried so, so many times. She always found him. Whether it took hours, or a week, she found him without fail. And everytime, without fail, she had the same worried, scared expression plastered across her face.

He knew it was fake. He knew she was just trying to guilt him!

It was always the same explanation afterwards! She has done all these nice things for him, and he just up and leaves so he can go and get himself killed because that’s better than being with her!

It didn’t matter that she never said that, neither to his face, nor to herself. He knew that that was what she was thinking. He knew that she wanted to yell and scream at him. He knew that she wanted to strangle him, or hit him. But she didn’t. She never did. She never even hinted at it. She was too professional. Too careful.

She would never be careful enough, however. He saw right through her. He saw through her manipulation, and he wouldn’t fall for it.

He wouldn’t give in. Even if it meant rotting away on her couch and refusing any of her fake kindness. It didn’t matter how badly he wanted it. How badly he craved her honey coated words and gentle affections. How badly he wanted none of this to be the lie he knew it was. He couldn’t let her see him vulnerable. He wouldn’t let her have the satisfaction of watching him crumble from her false concern.

She’ll crumble first. He just knows it. He will get her to drop the act and just admit she hates him for everything he’s done. Everything. Everything up to this moment, and everything after.

He knows he’s unforgivable. He knows he’s awful. He knows he’s unwanted. He knows he’s here as punishment. He knows that. He knows he shouldn’t complain. He’s done worse than fake kindness for revenge.

But it still hurts.

He guesses, that punishment like this is what he deserves. Death wasn’t enough for someone like him. Everything this devil disguised as an angel has done for him, is surely for the eternal punishment that he owes the world.

So why does he still feel wronged?

Everything that he did… it all meant nothing in the end. He failed. He lost. The man that ruined it all, he didn’t get to suffer for any of it. So why was he being put through this? What had he done that that man hadn’t? Why did he have to be trapped here with this woman that for all he knew was just a figment of his imagination? She probably didn’t exist at all! She was just a part of his elaborate prison made specifically to make him suffer and grovel for the rest of eternity.

So why didn’t she just try harder?

If she lashed out, called him what he was, or even just slapped him he’d hate her less. Her revenge would work then! She’d seem real! He’d fall for her every scheme because then it would at least seem like she wasn’t the figmint of punishment he knew her to be.

Why was she so, so nice to him? He’d told her that her plan wasn’t working. He’d told her he wouldn’t fall for her little ploy. He had told her that so many times. That he wouldn’t be manipulated. But her response was always the same.

“I don’t want revenge on you. I want you to feel better. I don’t care how long it will take.”

What a blatant lie.

A blatant lie, that he wanted so badly to be true. He wanted, craved it, for there to be someone who cared. But that would never happen. There never was someone like that, and there never will be.

So he will never admit to her that he’s starving for her tender treatment. He’ll never admit how pretty he finds her, or how much it hurts whenever her face becomes sad or disappointed because he denied another one of her mock-sweet gestures. He’ll never admit how much he regrets everything.

When a soft tug to his hair pulls him back to reality, he would not admit that he knew it was her. When he flinches so harshly some strands come loose, he would never admit that it was due to his fear of her. Not whatever he said at the moment.

She did it again. She was doing it again. She was making another false sympathetic smile! She knew he was scared of her! She knew he was lying! It was written all over her face!

She reached for his hair again. She ran her finger through it, untangling a few knots in the process, and wrinkled her nose slightly.

“When was the last time you brushed your hair?” She obviously didn’t care. She just wanted to humiliate him.

He didn’t respond. He only glared.

“Have you taken a bath, or a shower recently? You’ll get itchy if you don’t.”

He still didn’t respond.

“I know you don’t like being itchy,” she softly grabbed his hand, “Come on. I’ll draw you a bath.”

He tensed, visibly. She noticed. She noticed and she!.... She frowned. And she let go.

“I’m sorry. I just worry about you. You haven’t left that couch in days.” Her voice was soft… and it cracked a little.

He wouldn’t fall for it. She was still acting. She had to be.

She was… just upset that he wasn’t a broken mess in front of her. That had to be it! Right?

He stretched his fingers, and rolled his neck. A few loud cracks resonated through the quiet room. His muscles were stiff. His eyes felt heavy. He was itchy. His scalp, back, and face itched the most.

He would never tell her that though. He didn’t want her to have the satisfaction of being right.

His skin, however, betrayed him. The side of his face twitched. Visibly.

She noticed immediately. Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you sure you don’t want a bath? I can turn on the shower if you’d prefer. You’ll feel better.” A soft smile spread across her face.

He broke. He finally crumbled. But he couldn’t let her see that.

Even if it was just a temporary victory, he couldn’t let this devil know she won.

He reached a shaky hand out, and weakly held hers.

He would be selfish this time. He would do as she says, just this one time. She’s caught him anyway. What would be the point in avoiding this?

Her smile widens and her eyes sparkle. He looks down. Shame welled up inside of him once again. Overflowing from his stomach and spilling out into his arms and legs. It made it hard to walk without stumbling.

She noticed, but didn’t say anything.

He sat on the toilet seat while she messed with her bathtub, and waited.

“Uhm…” she started, “do you like bubble baths?”

He shook his head, and she moved to mess with the bath’s faucet again.

“O-ok.” She’s never stuttered before.

As the sound of running water filled the room, the two of them endured an awkward silence. They’d never so much as existed around each other without her trying to talk with him. Although, she was starting to keep her distance. Since last week, she’d only asked if he was hungry, thirsty, or wanted a blanket. He’s never responded to her.

This was… the first time that he’s actually noticed that. He guessed he was just used to her insufferable nagging. He’d never admit it, but it saddened him that she had begun avoiding him.

She shuffled her feet and glanced around the room. She obviously wanted to say something, so why wasn’t she? Nothing stopped her before.

He could ask her what she wants, but he doesn’t want her to think he cares. He doesn’t know what she’ll do if that happens.

She placed her hand in the shower’s water, and waited a bit before pulling her hand back and shaking it off.

“Uhm, the water’s fine now, you can get in.” her voice was barely above a whisper, and she was blushing.

Was she planning on staying?

She must have noticed him waiting for her to leave, “I don’t want to leave you alone. I know you’ll hurt yourself.”

He clicked his tongue, but didn’t argue. He stood up, and began to take his clothes off. She looked away from him. Embarrassment etched across her face.

He threw his shirt on the floor. She’s still pretending. She has to still be putting on an act. She has him right where she wants him. She has him vulnerable.

He approached her, and grabbed the hem of her shirt.

He won’t be vulnerable alone.

She practically jumped out of her skin. The action would’ve made him smirk, at least it should’ve, but he didn’t. He just yanked her shirt off, and tossed it on the ground next to his.

She covered her chest and curled in on herself. She didn’t move away, and she didn’t tell him to stop. She just stared at him, in what he assumed was mock confusion and fear. He gripped the sides of her skirt.

“I won’t let you watch,” this was the first time in weeks that he’s said anything to her, “you’re smart enough to know anyone would hate that, and you’re smart enough to know I would hate that. If you’re so worried you can either join me, or go wait outside.”

She glared a little, but quickly shook it away. He almost thought it never happened.

“Fine… fine.” she straightened her back and gently pushed him away. She looked at her bathtub, “it should be big enough for both of us…”

He shouldn’t have been as shocked as he was. Of course she’d stay. Leaving him alone with a bathtub would be idiotic.

He let go of her, and continued removing his clothes. She did the same.

When his clothes were all piled on the ground, he turned to look in the mirror. His hair was scruffy, greasy, and tangled. He was thin enough for his ribs to be visible and his stomach to curve inward. His neck and face were covered in scratches. His eyes were red, dull, and had dark circles around them. His lips were chapped and dry.

He looked terrible.

A hand on his shoulder caught his attention. She was giving a sympathetic look again.

He’d never admit it, but he didn’t want that look to be fake.

“You’ll feel a little better after your hair is washed. I can brush it for you afterwards if you want.”

He nodded and stepped into the shower. The warmth of the water hit him instantly and he shivered. He hadn’t realized until then how cold he was.

She followed in after him, and guided him to sit on the stool facing away from the shower. She started to gently move his hair around, making sure every inch of it was sufficiently wet.

He relaxed a little, letting her run her fingers through his hair and untangle some of the bigger knots. It, admittedly, felt really ni- he wouldn’t fall for her scheme. She’s still trying to trick him. She has to be.

Her hands left his hair for a moment, and the sound of a cap opening was heard. He glanced back at her. She was squeezing a shampoo bottle. He turned his attention back to the wall in front of him.

Soon, her hands were back in his hair. They started at the top of his head, and gently scrubbed at his scalp. The smell of the soap wafted around him. It didn’t smell like anything in particular, and it wasn’t very strong, but it smelled nice. He let his eyes close as she continued working at his hair.

He didn’t realize it, but he had leaned back.

Her hands moved down from his scalp and began to lather his long, tangled locks in soap. She occasionally threaded her fingers through knots, and the tips of her nails sometimes lightly grazed his neck.

She began humming an unfamiliar tune while she worked. It sounded pretty, but he didn’t want to admit that.

When his hair was sufficiently soapy, she moved so his hair could be rinsed out with water.

“Can you lean your head back a bit? Soap will get in your eyes if you don’t.”

He did as she asked. The water rained down on his scalp, some of it falling down the sides of his face, as the water her hands washed the soap out. He closed his eyes again.

She finished rinsing his hair, and grabbed another bottle. He glanced back, she was squeezing a conditioner bottle now.

He clicked his tongue, “Is that necessary?”

His voice made her jump a bit, “Huh?”

“Is that,” he pointed at the conditioner in her hand, “necessary?”

She shifted slightly, “I guess not, but…” she swallowed, “it’ll make it easier to brush out your hair. A-and you’ll be fluffier. I think that’s what you’re more used to right? Being fluffy?”

He huffed, but let her do as she pleased.

She rubbed the conditioner in his hair, yet again pulling apart knots. By now, the bigger knots were gone, leaving only small and mid sized ones that could be taken care of by brushing. After a minute, she rinsed his hair.

“Would you like me to wash your back?” she asked, handing him a washcloth. “The body wash is right there in the purple bottle, if you don’t want me to I understand but-”

He cut her off, “It’s fine. Do whatever you want.”

“Oh, ok then. Just hand the cloth back when you’re ready.”

He grumbled, and poured the soap on the cloth. He rubbed it together until the cloth was covered in suds, then he dragged it over his chest. He scrubbed at his skin roughly and quickly, like he was trying to skin himself with the cloth. Over his collarbone, his arms, his stomach, his sides, his legs, wherever he could reach he scrubbed with the same roughness. When he finished, he handed the cloth back to her.

She smiled at him, moved his hair out of the way, and started on his back. She began at his shoulders, then moved down his spine. He twitched, and arched his back away slightly. He would never admit it, but it felt really good. The way she rubbed at his muscles, the way years of tenseness just melted away. He clenched his jaw, and squeezed his eyes tight. He didn’t want to enjoy this as much as he did.

After a minute or two, the cloth, her hands, had left his back. The soap was rinsed away, and his back returned to its earlier state. After another minute, the water was turned off, and she was helping him out of the tub and handing him a towel.

“You still have clothes in the guest room,” she said, her voice was soft and he couldn’t for the life of him detect any malice, “if you still want me to brush your hair, just come to my room. If you don't, there's a comb and a brush in there.”

He nodded, and began to make his way to the guest room. His steps were wobbly, he was shaking, and his breathing had become uneven. When he got to the room, he closed the door, and collapsed on his knees.

This is the only time. He told himself. This is the only time I’ll let this happen.

He buried his face in his hands, and dug his nails into his forehead. I will not give in again.