#the cake turned out so soft and tasty

[getbreaded]

First day of summer break and I baked a cake, read a bit, spent some time with my niece, and reviewed some scrapy concepts. I'm pretty happy with it 🍒☀️

[mammonsrockstargf]

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 | BEELZEBUB

part of my kinktober | masterlist

beel can’t help but look a little bit too long towards the pretty angel that’s visiting the devildom. have angels always looked so... tasty?

pairing: beelzebub x gn! angel! reader, contents: corruption, virginity loss (reader), unprotected sex, praise, a lot of allusions to beel wanting to eat reader lol, some size kink sprinkled in too, a little dacryphilia i think, but overall beel is very sweet, pet names (angel) (is it a pet name if you literally are an angel?) wordcount: 2.2k

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOCKS DO NOT INTERACT

Beelzebub watches you from afar, violet eyes trained on your form as you walk around. Simeon is with you, as well as Luke. The tiny angel hasn’t left your side since you arrived at Diavolo's palace. You take it with stride, Beelzebub thinks. You never seem to get bothered when Luke’s high-pitched voice reaches your ears, silently listening and smiling politely. 

Beel can’t exactly remember why you’re here. Something about expanding the exchange program, strengthening the connections. Bla bla bla. He watches you take a bite of your cake. It’s your third piece this evening. Do you eat when you get nervous too? Beelzebub's stomach growls. 

He thinks you’re very pretty. You’re wearing some sort of white cape. Lots of gold jewellery. It’s very modest. Beel can’t help but wonder what you might look like underneath it. Would your skin be soft and squishy? Tender even? 

“You need to stop staring,” Belphegor yawns. Beel shakes his head before looking at his brother. “What?”

“I mean, if I’m noticing it, then you know it’s bad. They’ve definitely noticed. You’re being creepy. And not the good kind,” Belphegor sends his brother a lazy smile. Beel feels his cheeks grow hot as he looks back at you to find you already looking at him. Your eyes meet for a second before you quickly look away. You rub the back of your neck before taking another bite of your cake. 

Oh. So you do eat when you get nervous. 

Beelzebub feels his mouth salivate. He swallows slowly, but it hardly helps. 

“I’m gonna get some more cake,” he mumbles, making a beeline for the buffet. He’s barely scarfed down his fourth piece of cake before you interrupt him. 

“Hi,” 

Beel turns to look at you, quickly chewing on his cake before swallowing. 

“Hello,” 

You’re even prettier up close. Your skin has the kind of glow that only angels have, your eyes almost light up the room, and your smile is pleasantly soft. So cute. So unassuming. 

“It’s a good cake,” you say, motioning to the table in front of you. Beelzebub, however, can barely take his eyes off you, merely humming as he keeps his gaze locked on the real treat. You giggle nervously. Beel remembers he should probably reply. 

“Yeah, it’s alright,” he states, eyes still fixed on you. His stomach growls. He hopes you don’t notice, but you do; of course you do. Your smile hasn’t faltered during the whole interaction. It’s awfully polite, but Beel can’t help but wonder what you might look like, dishevelled and bewildered. How the real you look under all this facade and pretend that angels do. That he did once, too. For some reason, he wants to release you. Help set you free. Let the bird out of its cage. Never mind that he’s planning to roast the bird and eat it afterwards. 

“Are you hungry?” you ask curiously. Beelzebub smiles. 

“Yes, ‘m always hungry,” he says, extending his hand to you. “Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony,” 

Your mouth shapes into a little o as you politely take his hand and shake it. 

“Simeon told me to look out for you and your brothers,” you teasingly reply, before giving him your name as well. Beelzebub has to hold back a grin as he looks towards the other angel. With satisfaction, he notes that he’s far too busy trying to calm down Luke. 

“You know, we could always go to the kitchens. They always make me food if I ask,” he says, looking back at you. You look slightly flustered about the prospect of being alone with the demon as you glance towards Simon. Then you meet Beelzebub’s eyes, and a small grin replaces your hesitation.

“We have to strengthen connections, right?”

You don’t make it to the kitchen. No, Beel has a meal in front of him that he finds much more delectable than anything the kitchen could make him. Which is how you find yourself in one of Diavolo’s many guestrooms, pressed up against a door. Beel’s hands are all over you, grabbing at your hips, waist, thighs. His hands are warm on your skin, burning through your clothes, but it doesn’t stop you from pulling him closer to you, your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers curling into his hair. 

It’s hard to keep up with the way Beelzebub kisses you. He kisses like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, lips moving seamlessly against yours, swallowing up every little gasp you make when his hands travel too low, too far, too intimate. 

You break away for air, moving your head to the side when Beel chases your lips. He doesn’t seem bothered, trailing soft kisses along your jaw, licking a stripe along your neck. 

“I shouldn’t, hah, I shouldn’t do this; I should get back–” you gasp, hands moving to push at his chest, but Beelzebub doesn’t move an inch, his soft lips moving to your collarbones, tucking your shirt out of the way with a finger. 

“We should go back,” you whine, and Beelzebub moves to look at you, violet eyes somehow gleaming red. You blink, thinking it might be the light tricking you, but the red glint remains. “Why?” he asks, and you pout, shifting against the wall, that's keeping you trapped against Beel’s boiling-hot body. 

“This isn't right. I shouldn’t be doing this,” you say, resting your head against the door. Beel hums and kisses your cheek. 

“But you like it, don’t you?” he asks, his voice sounding almost seductive. You frown, your eyebrows furrowing, but Beel merely looks at you like he just asked what’s for dinner.

“Do you not feel good?” he continues, and his thumbs begin to rub circles into your hips. “Do you not want to feel good?” 

He kisses your neck again, slightly nibbling at the skin. You sigh and close your eyes. It’s hard to ignore the way your whole body burns with desire, the way your core pulses with need. You want so badly to turn back to the party, but some part of you can’t help but wonder what it might be like to stay here with this gluttonous demon you just met. 

To give in. Just for one night. 

Which is why you let Beelzebub lead you to the bed and slowly remove your clothes piece after piece till you’re completely naked underneath him. You feel vulnerable, with the way Beel’s gaze takes in every inch of your body, yet in this moment you feel more worshipped than ever. He takes his time with you, kissing down your chest, trailing spit and care along your stomach with each wet kiss, till he reaches your pulsing core. 

You gasp when he touches you, hands flying to his wrists. Beel watches your reactions, waiting till you slowly let go again, your hands gripping the pillows beside you instead. Beel grins, fangs showing as he kisses your thigh, before placing your legs on his shoulders. He works you open slowly, watching your face intently as your brows furrow and your little pout returns to your face.

Angels. They’re all so uptight. 

He waits till he can’t anymore, zipping open his pants and positioning himself at your entrance. Arousal clouds his mind as he rubs his tip against you. You glance down, eyes immediately widening as you spot his flushed cock between your legs, dripping with precum. 

“There’s no way that’s going to fit,” you say, placing yourself on your elbows, but Beel merely grins, one hand finding your hip to keep you where he wants you. 

“Relax. Of course, it will,” he states, leaning down to kiss your cheek, effectively pushing your legs to your chest. “Little angel,” he murmurs as he pushes past the first ring of resistance. You gasp at the foreign feeling, eyes squeezing shut. Beelzebub coos. You’re so soft, so gentle. He almost feels bad for you, that you’ve had to go for so long without knowing what this is like. The only reason he doesn't is because it means you've ended up here. With him. Allowing him to show you what it's like. He remembers how he felt back when he fell. How new it all was before the hunger came. Now he just wants to satisfy the gaping feeling. 

He pushes further in, and you grip his shoulders. You’re strong, but you’re no match for Beel, who lets you use him as a stress toy while he bullies his thick inches inside of you. 

Usually, Beel isn’t much of a talker. His escapades are few compared to most of his brothers (at least if he doesn't count Leviathan), preferring to use the fridge to drown his desires, but with you, Beel thinks he can change his mind. He isn't like this usually, but then again neither are you. Each gasp and sigh that leaves your lips is music in his ears. He might just forget that the kitchen is only fourteen doors down the hall. 

He bottoms out and stays there. Your eyes are still squeezed shut as you adjust to the foreign feeling in your gut. You’ve never felt so full, so completely stuffed. It’s dizzying, the way his cock pulses and drools inside of you as you squeeze down on him. 

“Doesn’t it feel good?” Beel asks, nipping at your jaw. His hands hold your thighs in place as he slowly pulls out again till only his tip is inside you. “To give in? To listen to your body for once?” he asks. His eyes are now trained on where you’re connected, as he pushes in again and watches himself disappear inside of you. A tiny moan leaves you as you throw your head back into the pillow. 

He places a hand on the back of your head, making you watch as he fucks you, and the moan that's ripped from your throat is downright sinful.

His pace is slow, as though he’s savouring you. The initial sting is soon replaced with pleasure as your walls adjust to his cock. “Look at that,” he breathes, completely lost in how warm you are. “It’s almost like you were made for this.” 

Violet eyes meet yours. “You just needed to get fucked, didn’t you?” 

You whimper, clawing at Beelzebub’s chest as tears stream down your cheeks. It’s all so overwhelming, so completely foreign. Part of you expected something to happen—for a pair of horns to sprout out of your forehead or your skin to turn red—but all you can think about is how good it all feels. How can this be wrong when Beelzebub fits so well inside of you, when his cock stretches you out perfectly and reaches every spot just right?

Beelzebub’s pace grows rougher as he licks the salty tears of your cheeks, settling his weight on top of you and fucking you into the mattress. "You taste good," he murmurs. You’re speechless, reduced to whimpers and moans, feeling like you can’t get enough air inside your lungs. Beel groans into your ear, repeating praises and sweet nothings that make you dizzy. 

“Pretty angels just want to get fucked, don’t they?”

“You’re so good, nngh, I could e- eat you.” 

“Poor thing, aren’t you? Let me make you feel good.” 

And, god, do you feel good as pressure builds in your stomach. It’s euphoric, really, how good Beelzebub feels inside of you. You’re not even sure you can go back to the celestial realm after this.

Not sure if you want to. 

Beel watches your carefully crafted facade crack with each thrust of his cock, and the sight satisfies a deep hunger in his gut. He wishes he’d done this sooner. Hell, he wishes he could watch your pretty face morph in pleasure and disbelief forever. Doubt and scepticism look so marvellous on your face as you’re fucked into oblivion. 

It doesn’t take much for you to reach your high, and you cry out as your back arches off the bed and your walls pulse and clench around Beel’s cock. Pleasure courses through every part of you, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back. It takes even less for Beelzebub to follow you, groaning into your ear as he fucks you both through your high. His cock twitches as he fills you up with cum. He comes a lot, so much that it’s dripping out where you’re connected, down your ass and Beel's balls, onto the sheets below you. 

You lay still for a while, both catching your breaths before Beelzebub pulls out and removes himself from your sticky body. You lay, still in disbelief at what just happened. It occurs to you that you’re still completely naked, while Beel is dressed, and you pull at the sheets to cover your body. 

Beelzebub grins at your attempt to hide yourself and the way you look so perplexed. You both know he’s ruined you for good now. He can’t help but wonder if you’ll try to pretend this never happened, if you’ll clean yourself up and go back up to Simeon and Luke. He hopes you’ll give into your desires, and let him fuck you till you both pass out.

“You did good,” he says. You bite your lip. “Thank you,” you reply. 

He looms over you for a while longer. “It was nice,” he says, feeling his post-orgasm haze slowly dissipate as he sheepishly rubs his neck. “I—uh,” his eyes dart around the room. 

You blink almost owlishly at him, shocked at how he seems so shy after he just rearranged your guts. 

“Thank you for letting me do that to you,” he says, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes past your lips. 

thank you for reading!

tags: @madaqueue / @mystically-yours / @mcmisa / @malleuus / @clone-force-99

@the-realest-unicorn / @delightfulmentalityturtle / @malleus-draconias-rose

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[theaskywalker]

hi, it's me again! I wanted to ask something that's a bit less fluff if that's okay:)

(idk if you do smut, couldn't find anything about that, so sorry if you don't)

I was thinking Seth clearwater and fem!reader

(again soz)

having a honeymoon! like Bellas but, little longer and softer

(Because has a soft boy and I love him for that. would love for him to break the bed if you put that in there:)

thank you for reading and drink water and go cute a tasty snack!

(You could do Jacob black with this to if you would like I've read all the good Fics of both and can't get enough of them:( .)

Honeymoon

Seth Clearwater x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing smut so I hope it turned out decent. A big thank you to ghosty-boo-shh for the request 😊

Warnings: Mentions of oral sex (fem!receiving), Unprotected sex

❥ Seth Clearwater had always been a romantic at heart.

❥ When he first imprinted on you, he spent hours fantasizing about important relationship milestones such as moving in together, getting married and starting your own family.

❥ He desperately wanted all of these.

❥ If it was up to Seth, the two of you would get married right after your relationship became official.

❥ But you wanted to take the relationship one step at a time and he respected that.

❥ Fast forward to your two-year anniversary, when Seth decided that it was finally time to make you Mrs Clearwater.

❥ Seth suggested celebrating your anniversary at your favourite restaurant in Port Angeles.

❥ After a delicious meal Seth remarked that it was time for a dessert.

❥ The waiter came minutes later with a chocolate cake and placed it right in the middle of the table.

❥ To your surprise the cake had a large ''Will you marry me?'' sign in white frosting.

❥ When you looked over at Seth, he was already kneeling down holding a small box with a beautiful diamond ring.

"Yes" you replied instantly and hugged him with tears in your eyes.

❥ Everyone was ecstatic when you announced it.

❥ Especially the pack.

❥ Preparations for the wedding started right after the announcement.

❥ You and Seth had agreed on a small ceremony at the beach and a barbeque afterwards for your family and close friends.

❥ The pack (minus Leah) set up the whole event and made sure that every little detail was perfect for the big day.

❥ They had help by the vampires of course as most of the Cullens had taken a liking to Seth.

❥ With the boys working on the wedding venue, you and the girls set out to send the invitations and select the dress.

❥ Selecting the right dress was easier said than done.

❥ Leah and Alice had completely different opinions on the matter.

❥ Alice advised you to go for something fancy.

❥ And Leah thought that a boho design would be more appropriate.

❥ But the final word on the matter was yours to make.

❥ So, after many dress fittings you finally found the one.

❥ The weeks passed and the big day finally came.

❥ Seth couldn't take his eyes off you as you walked down the aisle.

❥ Looking breathtaking in your white dress.

❥ Vows were exchanged and with a tender kiss you and Seth became husband and wife.

❥ At the after-wedding barbeque you had the time of your life dancing with your husband and close friends.

❥ When it was time to leave for the honeymoon, Carlisle and Esme surprised both you and Seth by giving you plane tickets for Rio de Janeiro and full access to Isle Esme.

❥ Seth and you were beyond grateful for the gift.

❥ The flight to Rio de Janeiro and boat ride to Isle Esme filled you with excitement about what was to come.

❥ Upon arriving on the house that would be your home for the next month, Seth gently picked you up and carried you inside.

❥ You giggled at the gesture and thanked him with a kiss when he placed you down.

"Shall we take a bath, Mrs Clearwater?" he asked.

"Of course" you replied with a wink.

❥ The two of you headed to the bathroom .

❥ While Seth filled the bathtub, you slowly removed your dress and lingerie.

❥ Without breaking eye contact with him.

❥ Seth felt a lump in his throat as he stared at your curves.

❥ Feeling hornier as each minute passed.

❥ You approached Seth and helped him remove his clothing.

❥ Once the bathtub was ready, you and Seth proceeded to enter.

❥ Seth rubbed your back, helping your muscles relax.

❥ You returned the favour by lovingly massaging his scalp.

❥ What started as a relaxing and intimate moment between a newlywed couple quickly grew into a passionate make out session.

❥ Seth couldn't stop kissing your lips as his hands travelled on your body, before settling on your thighs.

�� You straddled his hips and deepened the kiss.

❥ His wolf side took over and he picked you up, heading out of the bathtub in a hurry and laying you onto the canopied bed.

❥ Not caring for the mess your wet and shampooed bodies left on the sheets.

❥ Seth left steamy kisses on your neck and breasts.

❥ He then moved to your inner thighs and eventually found the delicate spot between your legs.

❥ Soft moans escaped your lips as his kisses set your body on fire.

"I'm close" you whispered while tightly clutching his black hair.

❥ Seth knew exactly what you wanted and soon the pleasurable feeling spread through your whole body.

❥ He then kissed you hard on the lips and awaited for your consent to take things further.

❥ You nodded impatiently.

❥ Seth entered you gently at first and then picked up his speed.

❥ Pounding relentlessly into you.

❥ Stretching your tight walls with each thrust.

❥ Seth couldn't get enough of this.

❥ He felt divine when inside you.

❥ It was a mutual feeling...

❥ Things got so heated that he ended up using his wolfish strength a little too much.

❥ Resulting in the both of you landing on the floor.

❥ Bye bye bed...

❥ You and Seth laughed it off and continued your erotic dance without interruption.

❥ Having your climaxes simultaneously on the floor. covered with feathers from the mattress.

❥ After getting a proper bath and tidying up the mess in the bedroom, you layed in Seth's arms and enjoyed how blishful it was.

The honeymoon had just started and it was going to be a memorable one...

Masterlist

[slippinninque]

Fontaine, Seduced

(alternatively : Fontaine Tries To Be A Gentleman But You Aint Ask Him For All'Dat)

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, Minors DNI, long fic, cursing, use of the n-word, thirsty Fontaine, ramblings, slight corruption kink, praises n' begging, P-in-V, light bondage, Slips' First Smut

A/N: So sorry for the wait! Sooo, this is in answer to the anon who asked how Fontaine would be if he was trying to hide his nasty. i really hope i did you proud! I've

He...may have a problem.

There you were, the light of his life, seated on the floor and in a nest of your own making. Blankets and pillows spread with you nestled in it's center. A skein of yarn to your left as whatever it was you were creating grew in your lap with snacks to your right.

Absolutely adorable while you watched an old western with him. Fontaine knew you were warm and soft as a cake from your shower and shea butter, he could smell your hot chocolate with every sip you took.

Your furry socked feet rubbed together in your contentedness and every so often, you'd lean back on Fontaine's legs to look up at him until he leaned down to kiss you.

He wanted to see you cry.

It was terrible, he was terrible. You've been nothing but good to him and here he was wanting to see those pretty eyes rolling. It was a problem, he knew it.

Still...

He wanted to bend and twist you, he wanted to hear how close he could get you to screaming. Fontaine wanted to bite from your neck to your ankles, he wanted to ruin your sheets. He wanted to ruin the back seats in his ride, take you on a walk and lay you down beneath the moon and hear you call for him.

Fontaine knew how pretty you'd be taking his dick down your throat and he wanted to see it first hand.

But....it was you.

He could imagine wrapping a hand around those pretty locs and tugging them down to swallow his dick, but he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to do it.

Because it was you.

What if he hurt you? What if he did something you didn't like and you didn't tell him?

What if he scared you?

The idea alone distressed him.

He wouldn't risk it. Fontaine wouldn't risk anything when it came to you.

"Tea time? I think its tea time."

Your words drew him from his thoughts, movie long forgotten as he watched you stretch. You rolled partly onto your side, humming and unaware of the chaos you were causing as your cami rode high and your nipples pebbled beneath the fabric.

"You want some tea?"

You were laid out into your back now, lost in a other stretch and Fontaine took a breath and nodded.

He was fine.

It was fine.

:::

It was not fine.

"I know it's a lot, but I made a promise." You sighed, looking over your shoulder and into the full length mirror in the back of the bedroom door. Fontaine sat only a few feet away, the polishing his sneaker in the same damn spot.

The promise was modeling a line of beautifully crafted crystal-bikini sets. Your locs were piled up carelessly as you struggled to clasp the top piece.

Fontaine has never seen anything like it, but you often ran with an artsy crowd. You often brought home strange and beautiful things to either model, store, or complete.

He really he hoped that you get to keep this one.

"You good, baby, you good. Tell what's it made of." Fontaine cleared his throat and stood, coming up behind you to take over.

"Fluorite and clear-quartz, you can see the lil' silver bells, right?" she said. "It reminds me of those flapper girls! But without the, uh, middle part, y'know? Look!"

You took a step back and twisted your hips with a soft, "Swish, swish!"

Fontaine whistled lowly. All he saw pretty titties and tasty thighs. When you turned and bent over a bit, wagging your bottom at him, he moved before thinking.

He cracked you right across the ass.

You squealed, putting your hands on your cheeks and looking at him with wide eyes.

"Ooh, shit, my bad baby!"

Fontaine's heart fell into the floorboards, regardless of giggle fit you were in. He pulled you close with one arm, pressing apologetic kisses to the top of your head while his free hand rubbed your cheeks.

What the fuck was he thinking? Okay, he's gave you a little pop every now and again but that--that was out of line.

'You fuckin' up, nigga.'

"It's okay, it's okay. Really, it was really the sound that surprised me--okay?"

Fontaine looked you in the eye, saw your glimmering eyes and the giddy smile. He kissed your cheeks, wanting to feel your blushing face.

Then he nodded.

You kissed him on the lips, then had the nerve to bat your eyes at him.

"Y'know...I do get to keep this."

:::

"--od, Big Dawg?"

Fontaine's head snapped up and saw that Big Moss was trying to pass him a blunt. He shook his head at himself, taking the blunt and then taking a pull.

Big Moss shook his head as well, "C'mon, tell me what's up."

"I'm good, 'Moss. Jus' got a lot on my mind."

"Is it about your lil' shawty or somthin'?"

He grunted. Feeling his stare, Fontaine turned to face Big Moss who's expression was expectant.

"Well? Tell ya mans what's goin' on!" On went the fan and Fontaine knew it wasn't going to be let go.

He took another hit and passed the blunt back, "She's a good girl. Ain't like the others I had, I ain't gotta tell you that. Can't treat her like normal."

"Can't treat her... normal?"

"Can't treat her normal, y'know wha' I'm sayin'?"

A beat of silence. Then Big Moss' eyes widened in understanding,

"Oh! can't trea--yeah, a'ight, I see, I see."

Fontaine sighed and told Big Moss about losing himself when you were trying on the bikini-set, how bad he felt.

"Did she feel bad?"

"What?"

"I know you heard me, nigga. Like, did she cry or cuss yo' ass out? Get up and leave? anythin'?"

Fontaine didn't have to think hard to recall your smile, the breathy way you laughed, "...No. She wasn't mad. I was the one most fucked up by it."

Smacking his lips, the Big Moss put a hand on Fontaine's shoulder,

"Lemme tell you somethin', this yo' first Good Girl--ain't it? I'll tell you somethin' about 'em. The sweetest little faces be hiding the nastiest shit, cuz."

Fontaine scoffed, unbelieving. He recalled your inexperience at the beginning of your relationship. You were nervous but you did make up for it in unlimited enthusiasm...

"Hmn."

Big Moss continued, "I'm telling you, man! She's probably shy 'bout some shit and just need a lil encouragement from her man. Trust me on this, Big Dawg. I've seen how ya'll are--"

His free hand went up innocently at the look Fontaine gave him,

"All I'm sayin' is that ya'll rock with each other. Work with her, man. It'll all be cool in the end, ya dig me? Whatch it be something small, I'm tellin' you!"

Fontaine thought about it.

Then he nodded. Big Moss nodded back, handing over the blunt and not bothering to hide his grin.

:::

Fontaine had a plan.

He was thinking about it every since he left Big Moss, their talk still echoing through his head.

'Take it slow if you that worried, Big Dawg.'

'Moss was right. Fontaine took it slow made sure to be careful when dealing with you, and it's gotten him nothing but sweetness and warmth back.

He went to your place without even thinking and you welcomed him in with an excited smile. That smile grew nearly manic when you saw the take out in hands.

He took in your plushy romper and slippers as he followed you into the den. That winter weight that you've been commenting about was nothing but God and Fontaine knew to be grateful.

"Damn girl, whatchu been up too?" He rose a brow at the whirlwind of yarn and notebooks.

"Ah, just trying to keep hands busy!" you said with an embarrassed little laugh. You hurried to make space for him on the couch, moving your next to the floor after tossing down a few blankets.

You went onto your hands and knees, spreading out all the corners and pulling a few seating cushions closer. Fontaine followed the lines of you, right to the lil' bit of booty that was peeking out.

"You gonna be sittin' away from me?" Fontaine mumbled, eyes stuck to your ass.

"I'll come closer." You promised with a coy smile, then told him to get comfortable. You asked if he needed anything as you both settled down.

Fontaine nearly purred at your care of him, reminded of how good he had it with you.

He just had to go slow. Get used to checking himself, making sure he wasn't doing too much. Fontaine would contain himself.

A soft touch brought him outside of his head.

"Whatchu doin' down there, pretty?"

Your hands slid up his jean clad thighs and aimed those bright eyes at him. You still laid your cheek on his knee, still rubbing as you blink slowly at him without saying a word.

Fontaine's tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He wasn't prepared for this. All he could do was nod and you gave him a candied smile as you pulled down his zipper. He groaned inwardly, bracing himself as the lust for nearly boiled over.

He was trying to be a good.

Your soft hands found his dick already half hard. Fontaine shifted to make more room for you, utterly enthralled by the way you licked your lips and wriggled closer.

A few pumps were all he needed and without preamble, you slipped his dick right to the back of your throat.

His ears rang and he finally released the remote he's been clutching, arms going out to span the back of the couch. What the fuck was this?

Your head went in small bobs, never letting the head of Fontaine's dick from the back of your throat. Your tongue was wet and wonderful. Nearly serpentine as you jerked the base of him, pulling back and giving his tip saccharine kisses.

He breathed heavily, hips jerking only once before he remembered himself. You hummed disappointedly and pulled back, looking at him with a small frown

" 'Taine, you need to relax." You still stroked his length, "Are you not into oral, we don't have too--

"Naw, that ain't it," Fontaine interjected quickly,

You rewarded him with another wet kiss to his tip, "Then why aren't you putting this where it belongs?"

He blinked as your words rang through his ears, the sweetest faces...

"You always go stiff as a board when I'm down here, never let me stay as long as I want." you sniffed and rubbed your lips against his dick.

His voice was faint, "I ain't want you to think you had to."

"I'd love to, Fontaine, that's the thing. More than often, preferably." You sighed, "I love that you're careful with me, but have you ever...wanted to...not be?"

Fontaine's hands balled where they were still up on the back of the couch.

You made the face when you were going to be really patient with him about something. Your gave his dick another kiss, soft as silk.

"Would you still be into me if I wasn't acting sweet all the time?"

He never understood whiplash until this very moment, but Fontaine focused when he saw the furrow in your brow.

"I don't care how you act, you're gonna still be mine at the end of the day." Fontaine was certain there was nothing that you could go through that he wouldn't be there to stand with you.

"Exactly. You ain't gotta be on your best behavior. You have me and all I want is you. How ever you are. I'm yours."

You laid it out so easy for him, the right words strung together to settle perfectly in his mind. Your words, your words...

Fontaine sat up, his focus zeroing in on you. Your back straightened as you continued.

"So what if I want to act...like-um..."

He sat up, "What? You wanna act up, pretty girl?"

The way you rubbed your thighs together in anticipation ignited him. You were a delicious little morsel on your knees trying to ask if you could swallow his dick again.

The sweetest fuckin' faces...

Fontaine reached out and cupped your cheek, his thumb running across your lips. Your brown eyes were nearly black with a craving similar to Fontaine's.

He gently wagged your face, "Tell me what you want, baby."

"Everything."

He chuckled lowly at your whining and leaned in close enough to brush your noses together.

"You know what you askin' me?"

"You said you'd give me anything I need, didn't you? I need you, Fontaine."

Your voice carried off into a gasp, Fontaine had reached behind you and gathered your locs up into a gentle hold before tugging. With your head drawn back, Fontaine had the pleasure of seeing your pink tongue sweeping across your lips.

"You look hungry, pretty girl."

Your answer was a breathy little moan. Fontaine groaned as he leaned in to claim your lips, his reason slipping into the back seat of his mind.

:::

Arms tied behind your back, you could only rock and whine in Fontaine's lap as he pinched and plucked your tender nipples. One hand pulling the satin scarf that he used to bind your hands. It kept you taut and nearly immobile, enough for him to move you as he pleased.

And move you he did. Sometimes releasing your hands to grip at your waist, leaning up to kiss you or lying back and watching you.

The most nasty things flowed from his delectable lips and he definitely wasn't shy about giving your ass a few swats now.

Fontaine has been wringing orgasms out of you like honey from it's comb. The longer it went on, the more it felt like you were being devoured.

On your knees, away from the couch and up against the wall, folded up in recliner, now back on the couch.

Fontaine has never treated you this way. It was sublime. Gone was his careful touches and tender passion. Fontaine fucked you with a single minded determination, content to relish your ecstasy.

"This is what you wanted, pretty thing? Am I givin' you what you need now?"

You nodded, exhaling sharply as he ground into your sweet spot. Tears sprang to the corner of your eyes at the sweet-hurt of being overwhelmed. You needed more to fall over the line, but you didn't want it to end.

You made desperate noises as he backed off enough to leave you on the edge, "Ye-Yes! Yes, 'Taine-- please, please--!"

He kneaded your ass, rough as he moved you on his dick. The pressure had you releasing a sound you didn't know you could make.

Fontaine's echoing moan shadowed a grin, "That's it, tell me who I am. Tell me who's this pussy's for."

"Yo-You, Fontaine, you..." You babbled, "It's yours, it's yours!"

"And it feels good?"

"Mmn, yesss..."

"Is it too much?"

You shook your head. Fontaine's brow lifted and pace sharpened, ripping a keening gasp from you.

He purred as your eyes rolled back and sat up to meet you chest to chest, using one of his hands to squish your cheeks together.

"Use your words, beautiful. Is. It. Too much?" He husked against your lips, pace frustratingly slowing once again.

Your answer was to bite his bottom lip with the best growl you could muster.

Fontaine muttered something you couldn't hear and then he was leaning back, putting his hands on your thighs and driving up into you in earnest.

It felt like running through fire, seeing ever color at once, knowing the name of every star. All through it, Fontaine continued muttering to himself, no longer concerned with holding you steady.

"Mnh, look at that face. Finally gettin' what you wanted. Acting like like I ain't gonna give you what you ask for--that you can't tell me?"

"It wasn't like that." You whimpered at his hands on you again, reaching down to spread you around him. You gasped and lost balance swaying forward to press your forehead into his shoulder. When Fontaine slowed his pace again, you distantly hoped you'd be awake if he ever decided to cum.

"Don't worry," Fontaine's voice was gravel, "Imma teach you good. We'll find out how much you can take, hm? Together."

You were trembling and your brain was probably slush by now, but you've seen the appeal of being greedy.

Fontaine could still give you more, you still wanted more. Together, you could tear down the fences that kept you from each other's pleasure.

You leaned back enough to mash your lips to his, drinking down his pleased moan.

You didn't care how long it took, you wanted this man to tear you apart and piece you back together.

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[viking-raider]

Cake & Minis - Cotton Candy Fluff

Summary-> It's just you and Henry for his birthday. But that's all right, the two of you have cake and Warhammer Minis.

Pairing-> Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count-> 1.1k

Warnings-> PG: FLUFF, Cotton Candy Fluff, Nerdy Banter

Inspiration-> It's Henry's 41st Birthday! Happy Birthday, Puppy!

Author’s Note-> This is a work of Fiction!

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“So, Birthday Boy, what do you want to do for your birthday?” You asked, as you sat at the kitchen table with Henry, sipping your cup of tea, while he sat across from you, browsing the Highlander Script.

“I don’t know, babe.” He frowned, brow creasing at the page he was on. “Most of my family won’t be able to come in for any sort of celebration until next week. So, it’s just you and me.” He said, setting the script aside. “We could go out somewhere, have dinner.”

You studied him, holding his gaze. “You don’t want to though, do you?” You asked, voicing the glint you saw in his blue eyes.

“Not really.” He confessed, chewing on his lip.

Something came to you. “I might have an idea.” You said, excusing yourself and went upstairs, retrieving the gift you’d gotten Henry for his forty-first trip around the sun. “Why don’t you go ahead and open that.” You suggested, handing over the wrapped box and taking up your seat again.

Henry carefully removed the wrapping paper and a grin instantly touched his lips. “The new Blood Angels Minis.” He chuckled, opening the box to examine the little gray pieces.

“I could start your birthday cake and we could assemble those bad boys.” You suggested, pressing your lips together, while cocking your head at him.

“You want to spend my birthday painting Warhammer Minis with me?” He asked, quite skeptical.

“Yeah, if you want to, that is?” You replied, wide eyed. “I could leave you to your own devices with them. It was just a suggestion, I’ll do anything you want for your day, Puppy.”

A soft smile touched his face. “I’d love to spend my birthday assembling and painting minis with you. Especially if there’s cake eating involved.” He laughed, touched that you would express an interest in one of his hobbies, even for a day or few hours.

“It’s a deal then!” You beamed, excited. “I’ll get everything for your cake going, why don’t you get everything for the Mini building set up, then I’ll join you!”

“Sounds like a plan.” Henry nodded, taking up the Minis and headed for his man cave, where he had a whole station for building and painting his Minis.

Henry hummed happily to himself, bustling about the room, pulling out plastic containers, zip-lock bags and cases of items that contained glue, tools, paints and brushes of all kinds to cut out the pieces, assemble and paint them. He meticulously laid everything out, ready for the two of you to start the long process of building the six Blood Angel figures. Once that was done, he joined you in the kitchen.

“All ready.” He smiled, finding you in the process of mixing the red velvet batter; his favorite cake. “Do you want any help?” He asked, moving around the island to stand behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Nope.” You replied, shaking your head, slightly resting back against him. “You just mind yourself and I’ll bake this.” You told him, rocking side to side with him.

“Do I get to lick the spoon?” He smirked, nuzzling the side of your face.

“Mmm, I suppose so.” You answered, filling the cake pan with the batter, before holding the spoon up for him.

“Mmm.” Henry hummed, flicking his tongue out over the back of the utensil, collecting the rich-red batter. “Tasty, can’t wait to have a slice.”

“I’m sure.” You smiled, wiggling out of his arms to slide the dish into the pre-heated oven. “Mini building time!” You beamed, setting the timer and placing it on the island. “Let’s go, my God Emperor.”

“As you wish, my little Primarch.” Henry laughed, heading for his man cave with you. “I’m sure you’ll end up painting one of them to look like Chaplain Rafael.”

“Burn the Heretic! Kill the Mutant! Purge the Unclean!” You declared, quoting your beloved Chaplain from the Blood Angels Space Marines chapter. “I still mourn your death, Rafael! Baal will remember you forever!”

Henry snorted, shaking his head at you. “What a nerd.” He teased, sitting down at the table.

“And unashamed of it!” You replied proudly. “Right, where are we starting, Puppy?” You asked, looking over the laid out items.

“We need to free the little buggers.” He told you, picking up a pair of, what looked like, well used nail clippers. “These are sprue cutters.” He explained to you, picking up one of the templates of Blood Angels. “All you have to do is snip this little bit here and set the piece aside, once it’s free.” He smiled over at you, brows lifted to make sure you understood.

“Super easy.” You smiled back at him.

Henry laughed, shaking his head and held the cutters out to you with a template. “It’s the only easy part in building these things. Other than buying them.” He quipped, grabbing a second pair.

The two of you took your time freeing the Space Marines from their confines, enjoying being close to each other and the sunny day that trickled through the tall windows around the room. When the cake timer went off in the kitchen, you shuttled off to check on it, pulling it out and setting it up to cool, before returning.

“So, are we going for authentic original Blood Angel look for their paint or are we going freestyle?” You asked, the tip of your tongue pressed to the corner of your upper lip as you used the sharp edge of an exacto knife to smooth out the edges of where the piece had been attached to the template.

“Hmm.” Henry hummed, sitting back in his seat, doing the same task. “I do normally prefer the traditional look for them.” He said, studying the arm he had between his fingers. “How about this? You paint three of the six your way and I’ll paint the other six my way?” He suggested, a little smirk tugging up the corner of his mouth.

“Oooh.” You cooed, liking that idea. “You sure your perfectionism isn’t going to drive you nuts?”

“I’m sure.” He assured you. “I looked forward to it. Our little army.”

It was long and tedious work, but neither of you cared, especially not Henry. It filled him with a bubbly happiness to look across his Warhammer table to see you zoned in on gluing together a model, shifting its little body until you finally got it in the pose that satisfied you. You paused long enough at one point, to put the icing on his cake, slicing you both a piece and bringing it back to your work station, singing happy birthday to him.

“I hope your new trip around the sun is as memorable, healthy and successful as your previous.” You toasted him, placing a tender kiss to his curls as he blew out the candle you lit.

“As long as I have you and Kal on the journey with me,” Henry replied, pulling you into his lap. “I know it will be.” He smiled, kissing you on the lips.

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Pregnancy Dramas

—Things you faced when you were carrying their child

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, Fyodor, Kunikida X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Mainly Humor

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Pregnancy, Pregnancy problems, Cravings, etc

Word Count: 1.4k

↳Osamu Dazai

If anyone had told Dazai that he would eventually settle down with someone, he would have merely laughed at them; but there he was, standing next to the infirmary bed while looking at you, his beloved wife, who was carrying his baby.

You were now three months pregnant, your belly shaped into a cute bump. You both agreed to not know about the gender of your baby till it finally arrives, therefor, whenever you went to a sonography you only asked the doctor if the baby was ok and refused to gain any more information. You were feeling sick a while ago so Dazai hurried to the hospital to show you to a doctor, and now you were waiting for the result.

The doctor smiled at Dazai's worried face and put the sonography results on the desk. "You're very attentive toward your wife's health condition, but these kind of problems are common during pregnancy. I'll give you some medicine to kill the pain, though I assure you, all four of them are fine"

"Thank you so much, doc—"

You suddenly froze. Looking at your husband and catching a glimpse of his shocked face, you turned your face toward the doctor. "How... How many?"

"Ah, you're carrying triplets, right?"

Shit.

"T-there has to be some kind of mistake, sir" You were now stuttering over your words and Dazai was still silently staring at the doctor with the same expression. "I mean we didn't want to know anything about our baby until it's born but— TRIPLETS? MY FUCKING VAGINA IS GOING TO EXPLODE!"

"I'll... give you a minute..."

As the doctor left the room, you covered your mouth with your hand. "Aren't you going to say something...?"

"I... guess we'll have to ask Kunikida to be the godfather..."

"So that we raise the kids with his money?"

"Yeah"

"Well, sounds like a plan"

↳Chuuya Nakahara

"Sob* this cake is sob* delicious..."

Chuuya had always had a hard time understanding people around him since they were all a bunch of weirdos, and ever since you showed him the result of your pregnancy test, he couldn't really get you either.

"Yeah... I would have believed you if you weren't crying while eating it" He shook his head with disappointment as he reached for the cake tray, but you snatched it away and shot him a threatening look. "DON'T YOU DARE EAT MY CAKES. THEY'RE ALL MINE!"

"Ok ok, geez..."

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"

"Nothing! Eat your cakes!"

"Don't tell me what to do! I eat my cakes whenever I want to!"

"Do whatever you want y/n"

You shoved the rest of the cakes in your mouth, and your sobs got even louder. "I'm sob* gonna get nom nom* fat... Waaaa this is so tasty... sob*"

Chuuya thought of leaving the room, but that could make you even angrier.

"It's all your fault that I'm fat since you're the one who got me pregnant in the first place!"

"I'm not complaining baby doll, you look even prettier like this..."

"SO NOW YOU WANT ME TO BE FAT?"

"My god that's not what I fucking meant!"

During these few months, you had become overly sensitive and moody. He really was the one to blame— Chuuya did knew that; but sometimes he lost control and snapped out, like now. Though the second he saw your teary eyes, he sighed and leaned to plant a kiss on your cheek. "I'm sorry honey... What can I do to make you feel better?"

"...More cakes please?"

↳Fyodor Dostoevsky

You were lying on the couch and Fyodor was sitting on the floor with his head on your belly, wearing a soft smile that made your heart flutter. He had become extra sweet with you since the day you got pregnant, so despite all the pain and trouble you were going through, you didn't want these days to be over.

"Are you sure she's going to kick?" he held your hand gently and lightly kissed your palm.

"Positive. I mean, I kinda have the feeling... You know, motherly instinct and stuff..."

"Then I shall wait a little longer" He closed his eyes and started stroking your hand with his thumb. You couldn't help but to reach out for his cheek with your free hand to caress it, and you almost died when he leaned to your touch.

"Fedya..." "I love you too, my darling"

Then it happened.

A light kick indirectly hitting his head, announcing her presence to her daddy.

Fyodor smiled, a dazzling one that was rare and charming to the eye, and looked at your belly. "My... Our baby is a wild one. That was one aggressive kick"

"I'm sure she's just impatient" Giggling softly, you patted your belly. "She's not aggressive, she only wants to arrive soon. Our baby will be an angel"

"She will be; she takes after her mother, after all"

You closed your eyes at the feeling of his lips pressed against your forehead, thankful for your lovely family. You went through a lot to get to this moment, but you could never regret it even one bit. Not when you have Fyodor, and your soon-to-be-born baby.

↳Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Safe and sound sleeps had always been a stranger to Akutagawa. Growing up in the slums, he had to sleep with his eyes open so that he would be ready when a threat came along; and even though he was not living in the slums anymore, he still couldn't get much of a sleep.

You wouldn't let him.

"Ryuu" You shook him lightly, watching as his nose scrunched up with annoyance. He seemed put out and he didn't even open his eyes, talking to you with a low, husky voice. "What?"

"I want fried chicken"

You observed him as his eyes shot open and stared at your serious face with disbelief. He looked kind of shocked, and you wondered if he was familiar with the term "Craving".

"Y/n it's 4am" He sounded unsure. "All of the stores have closed by now"

"I'm pregnant with a seven months old baby Ryuunosuke, I don't care if it's 4am"

"Well I'm not going out right now either" He closed his eyes again, trying to go back to sleep; but your sudden remark suddenly sobered him up.

"Fine then, I guess I'll just have to eat you instead of the chicken"

Your tone was not humorous, nor it was threatening. It was more like you were announcing your next steps if you don't get your way.

"I don't think I'm enough to satisfy you. I'm all bones, barely any flesh"

"Then I'll eat your sister. She's not as skinny as you. She's living next door, isn't she?"

Looking at you again, Akutagawa searched for a hint of humor in your eyes to confirm that you were joking; but all he saw was a dangerous gaze, shooting out of a hungry, pregnant woman's vicious eyes.

"...I'll go get my coat"

↳Doppo Kunikida

"Y/n? Where are you?"

Hearing your husbands voice, you get up and exit the bedroom to greet him at the front door of your apartment. You announced your pregnancy to him last night, making him thrilled to bits. After celebrating with you, he had started planning out the ideal schedule for the nine months ahead. He had left you hours ago to go shopping for necessary items, and now he was finally back.

"Welcome home, Anata" You pecked him on the cheek. "So? What did you buy? Lemme see them"

The blonde smiled and took your hand, dragging you inside the living room to sit on the couch. He then started taking his purchases out of the shopping bags, explaining about them with slight excitement.

"This is a medicine to help you stop vomiting, this device is baby sleep that would inform us when the baby wakes up in it's room, and these are some clothes that I bought for the baby. I tried to buy neutral clothes since we still don't know the gender of our baby"

"Oh Doppo, I think it's still too soon to buy some of these" You chuckled and took the small shirt to have a better look of it. Its small size made you feel butterflies in your stomach. You were having a baby that probably looked like your husband. You finally had a family of your own. Nothing could stop you from being happy. Nothing...

"And these are for when your body gets bigger"

You looked at the pregnancy pants in his hands. "When my body gets bigger?"

"Yes"

NOTHING CAN STOP YOU FROM BEING HAPPY.

"Your ankles are gonna swell, your breast are gonna get bigger, even your face might get a bit out of shape in the last month. Your cheeks might bloat as well too. There will also be stretch marks on your belly, and your vagina might dilate if you choose not to have a caesarean... ARE THOSE TEARS IN YOUR EYES??"

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[crazy-only]

showing subby!yuki your favorite dessert !

pairing: subby!yuki x fem!reader

idea: golden retriever yuki follows you into one of your favorite dessert shops to taste the sweets; little does he know you have other plans for him. (*^^*)

creds: pretty 18+ divider by @anitalenia (you’re so talented omg !)

preface: omg bby is so freaking handsome i don’t know how to put it in words but like his face card is on another level ! (+﹏+) ugh wish he was mine. like look at that sweet smile ?? i think my heart just stopped.

“this one?” your boyfriend, yuki, asks rather cutely, his head cocking. he pointed to the street sign reading oscar’s pastries.

you nodded excitedly. “yep! that’s the store!” smiling back at yuki you grab his hand, his immediately wrapping around yours, and entered the shop.

“woah,” he mutters, brown eyes enlarging at the four-story sweets shop. “this oscar dude must be making so much money.”

you shrug, leading him to your favorite section on the first floor, saying, “perhaps. you should ask him.”

the two of you reached the taffy section, consisting of a large assortment of the sweet candies in the pattern of a rainbow, and you pick up a blue one. you unwrap the parchment paper and pop it in your mouth.

“wait! y-you’re supposed to buy it first, y/n!”

laughing, you simply shrug. “oops!”

yuki clings onto you, arm wrapped around your shoulders, as you make your way to the second floor, this one filled with gummies.

and, to yuki’s horror, you pop another unpaid-for candy into your mouth, this time a long green gummy worm.

“shit. y/n what if they kick us out?” yuki says, trying to hide his excited smile.

you boop his nose with a finger, saying, “maybe we’ll take a field trip to jail?”

yuki grins, never able to get bored with that unpredictable personality of yours. that’s one of the qualities he loved most about you.

after roaming around, you traveled to the third level, where chocolates and caramels filled your senses.

yuki’s grip on your shoulders tightened as a male employee stepped up, asking if you “needed any help.”

with his mouth in a straight line, yuki declined, “no. we’re perfect. her eyes are up here.” yuki pointed up to your eyes, clearly fuming at the employee.

the employee, able to recognize he wasn’t exactly welcome (and a bit embarrassed as well), scattered away to the opposite side of the floor.

you gulped at your boyfriend’s sudden feistiness, wondering how his pretty brown eyes could turn angry so quickly.

you also pondered how his dick would feel inside you.

“is this your favorite section?” yuki asked, noticing the wide smile on your face, yet oblivious to the reason behind it.

with a kiss on his hand you said, “not yet.”

yuki spotted his favorite chocolate, one with a fruity filling, and, with guilty eyes, popped it into his mouth. “mmmm,” he murmured, eyes closed in bliss.

your eyes, meanwhile, widened as your head went wild. the dirty thoughts finally stopped when he opened his eyes, nodding towards the candy, encouraging you to try one.

on the top floor, you and yuki wandered around until landing at the cake section, a boulstorous display of frosting available.

with a soft hum you dip an unused spoon (from the ice cream section you passed earlier) into a pink-colored frosting. “wonder what flavor this is,” you murmur to yourself before placing the doused spoon into your mouth.

you lick the spoon slowly, maintaining eye contact with yuki as you twirl your tongue around the frosting. “mmm,” you say, “so tasty!”

you smirk at yuki’s face, looking like a deer in headlights. “what happened, baby?”

his cheeks warm up, eyes moving between the spoon and your mouth in a silent explanation.

“ahh, i’m sorry. you wanted a taste?” you ask, leaving a ghost caress with your hand on his right cheek.

yuki only stood still, waiting for whatever plan of yours to flourish. it was quite often when you flustered the poor baby, yet he’s never really gotten used to it, always having to resort to the “freezing tactic.”

you pretend to be sad, lips in a pout. “damn, wish i had another spoon.” you step closer to yuki, cocking your head at his intrigued eyes.

with a smile you kiss yuki, prodding your tongue into his mouth and letting the flavor of the frosting reach his tastebuds.

you step away, playfully saying, “take a guess! what’s the flavor?”

yuki shakes his head as if he were in a daze. “um, think it’s, uh straw—wait, i need another taste.” he says the last part with a slight smile, almost as if he cracked the code to a safe or something.

with a planning smile you grab his sweaty hand, leading him to the bathroom.

“you asked me what my favorite section was,” you say, pushing yuki against the bathroom wall and closing the door. “it’s this one.”

you smash your lips onto his, the flavor of chocolate and frosting mixing so well. yuki groans into the kiss, making you only more desperate to deepen the kiss.

with a strong hand yuki grabs your waist, his other one going to your hair. he, just as eager (or, if anything, more so) swipes his tongue inside your mouth.

“comfortable, are we?” you murmur in between kisses, biting down softly on his bottom lip.

“mmmm,” yuki moans softly in response.

you chuckle, letting the man run his fingers through your hair as you lean on him, smashing him against the solid wall. “such a cute boyfriend i have.”

yuki gets shy, looking at the adjacent wall, hands, though, rubbing up and down your waist.

you kiss his neck hard enough to leave marks, aiming for the spots you know the press will find. “how did i get so lucky?”

yuki looks down at you, lovingly, and says, “i’m the lucky one.” he gently guides you to a bench in the large bathroom. “let me thank you?”

taken off guard you raise your eyebrows. “sure, baby. let me know if it’s too much, though, okay?” you knew yuki leaned on the shyer side when it came to intimate acts, so you always made sure he was comfortable with new things.

“okay,” he chirped cutely, making you smile at his innocence.

although the next thing he did was anything far from innocent, grabbing your shorts waistband and tugging it down to your ankles.

“fuck,” you curse, watching the boy leave kisses on the dangerous part between your pussy and thighs.

yuki, a bit concerned, looks up. “does it feel good y/n?”

“baby,” you murmur, a hand going to brush his cheek, “you’re doing great.”

your boyfriend, suddenly confident, moves his kisses to your clothed pussy, a happy grin on his face. his eyes shutter close at the taste of you, eyebrows scrunching in joy at the new taste.

“mm, this my favorite section,” he mumbles against your folds, the vibrations making you even wetter.

feeling hot you take off your shirt and watch as yuki’s eyes go wide.

“perv, don’t start acting like you’ve never seen them before,” you say as-a-matter-of-factly, removing your bra as well.

“i-it’s just, you’re so beautiful, y/n,” yuki says, a bit starstruck. he stares at you as he continues to tease your pussy, kisses all over the sensitive area.

you groan, muttering, “shit. so fucking cute, baby,” which only makes your boyfriend speed up his movements, adding nudges of his nose into the mix.

you grasp onto his hair, saying, “yuki, baby, remember what i said about telling me if it was too much?”

yuki hums, nodding as he became more and more drunk from your pussy.

you tug his dark hair, making him face you, wanting a verbal affirmation from him.

although it gives a different reaction than expected, as yuki groans from the tension in his hair, suddenly saying, “mmm,” his eyes lidded, as he stared into your eyes. “s’pretty, y/n.”

you try to hold it together as yuki’s shame went out the window, purely focused on pleasuring you (or was it tasting your pussy?). the man went down on you again, desperately removing your panties to get deeper in your pussy.

“taste so good, mmm,” yuki moans into your cunt, head bobbing up and down for the sole purpose of licking you dry.

you lean your head against the wall as yuki gently inserts a finger into you, feeling your gummy walls with wonder.

he licks his finger with a smile, and, having an idea, lowers his mouth against your hole.

yuki sends his tongue into you, causing your body to jerk at the sudden change.

you can’t help but quietly moan as yuki learns to hit all the right places, your eyes rolling back in estacy.

yuki’s desperate tongue fucks you to heaven. you grip his hair tighter, needing to have some support.

“mmm, y/nnn,” yuki whines, still fucking your pussy deliciously. “so hard right nowww.”

you pant out a laugh. “from the hair pulling, hmm, baby?”

“mmhmmm.”

fuck. the vibrations along with his tongue were just too much. you start rocking your hips, feeling your release coming, saying to your pretty boy, “be a good boy and i’ll help you?”

pleasantly surprised, yuki hums, “please, mommy.”

and with that nickname your eyes scrunch, rocking your hips sloppily against yuki’s cute face as you squirt all over it, surprising him in the process.

“baby’s never seen a girl squirt before?” you ask him in between fast breaths with a hint of teasing.

yuki shakes his head, entranced at your spasming pussy while he cleaned the cum off his face.

“should we see if guys squirt as well?” you half-joke, guiding your boy up gently by his arms.

“wanna taste you again, though!” yuki mumbles, licking his drenched fingers.

you scoff and, with a push, force him to fall onto the bench, back on the brown wood, his eyes large.

you straddle his lean hips, murmuring against his jaw while leaving kisses, “it’s my turn now.”

[llamagoddessofficial]

biggest of brain energy re warm bread and beloved skeletons - so.... might i offer you .................. patisserie/baker au??

the boys are all rival(ish) bakers/pastry chefs on the same cute little side block of a quaint walkable downtown.

Sans has that extremely detailed, finicky pastry work down pat, on top of all the strange new versions that keep, somehow, making filo dough more difficult and yet structurally impressive. he's tried all those cool gastro-chef techniques, but just loves & excels at the fancy little pastries. absolutely the type to just close the shop when he's sold out of whatever he felt interested in making a lot of that day. surprisingly good-yet-bad social media presence. makes the jokiest videos and jankiest signs advertising when he's got a new batch of Something Tasty out, but the most beautiful shots of his pastries.

Red is one of those not-so-surprisingly charming excon-type (maybe never actually in prison, but y'know) bakers that looks intimidating but makes the best goddamn homey baked goods you ever had. pies, breads, big soft filled rolls, anything that feels ghibli as hell, frankly. has a not-so-secret love of making those really decorative lattice-style pie crusts; can absolutely make art you wouldn't want to eat if not for how damned good you know the pie is. always the most slammed during autumn, has spirited """debates""" with Sans (who is directly across the cobbled street) whenever they get deliveries at the same time, often about incredibly inane but opinionated baking nuances. accidentally best friends with all the local widows and grandmas. frequently propositioned by all genders.

Skull is a bit of the odd man out - he used to work at a little old cakeshop on the corner, but Something Happened one day and that corner store has frustratingly been turned into Insert Encroaching Soulless Chain Here. he now works at the back of the little pizzeria, making the best goddamn pizza dough anyone's ever had. seeing him flip and spin those pizzas is art in and of itself. rumor still had it that there was someone on staff at that cakeshop that could make the most dazzling wedding cakes you ever did see, but they also made the flavors involved so harmonious you could cry....

....... MC is a new arrival, perhaps opening up her own little shop - a little cafe maybe, specializing in warm drinks and a simple menu of baked goods like croissants and scones and cookies, some finger foods, and most importantly Cozy Vibes.

maybe she puts out an ad for a proper baker to help her out while she makes the teas and coffees and runs the front....

... and maybe some shenanigans ensue ✧∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

genius. absolutely genius. allow me to lose my fucking mind

Mc opens up her delightful little cafe. It's small, obviously, since she's technically the only employee- though she's great at coffee she struggles to make anything more complex than a cookie for cafe food. Her croissants melt and flatten, her pies collapse, her attempts at macarons just spread out into a sheet. So! She puts out an ad!

Sans: Ironically, his habit of only making what he's interested in and randomly closing shop without warning has made his desserts even more sought after. The incredible intricate and unique nature of his treats give them an element of scarcity, and people will come from all over to get to his next batch early. The sign out the front says 'open 10am to 5pm monday to wednesday. open some thursdays, depends how i feel. closed the second friday in the month, unless we were open thursday before. open saturday. closed sunday'.

He was a bit suspicious of her cafe, he'll admit it. He's suspicious of anything new on the street. Various chain brands have been infiltrating the previously majority monster-run area, and he hates the way his favourite place is slowly being subsumed by shitty corporate machine-made food. But it only took one visit (purely out of curiosity) for him to get love at first sight.

Since his store has such a reputation, he can afford to flunk whenever he likes to go sit in with her and chat for hours; he's a welcome presence. After noticing her difficulty with baking he starts giving her tips but quickly graduates to giving her some of his stock, instantly boosting her popularity. She thinks he's giving her leftover stock he doesn't need- she has no idea he's making stuff specifically for her.

Red: Red and Pap do have a tendency to treat their business like it's a mafia. The way they call it the 'family business' often makes people think it's a front for organised crime. And it was, once- the two of them only opened the store to cover up what was happening behind the scenes. But then they enjoyed running a bakery so much that they dropped the crime. He doesn't like the way Sans has turned baking into something snooty and highbrow; Red thinks food should be delicious and comforting, not a one-bite commodity people pay out of the nose for.

Red becomes a cafe regular, he goes during breaks and straight after work. He spends most of his time standing up at the counter flirting relentlessly, but he's so on the dot that she usually has his order ready for him. He offers to teach her to make a good pie- "payment? what're you talkin' about, doll? seein' yer pretty face is payment enough fer me." There would definitely be some scenes of him teaching her to bake... standing behind her with his hands over hers, showing her the technique to fold dough, though neither of them are really concentrating because he's grinning like an idiot and she can only feel how hot her face is.

(He'd probably ruin it with a 'wish you'd pound my dough like that'. A swift smack, and the magic of the moment is over)

Skull: He's the one that responds to her ad.

Though he didn't mind his job, per say, he misses being able to make his own stuff. Pizza tossing can only do so much to fill the baking-shaped hole in his heart. He wanted to apply anyway, it was just a stroke of luck that the cafe owner turned out to be the love of his life. Though he's a bit spooky and looks at her like he can't see anything else, she's quick to accept him, telling him he can make whatever he wants- and that's when he works his magic. All the stunning cakes lining the display case are his handiwork.

He's a man of few words, and he doesn't like being in public, so he's always in the back baking and cleaning. He wishes he had the confidence to talk to her more. She brings him coffee whenever she has time, as thanks for all his hard work... she leaves foam art, since it's one of the few things she can do. Though when she leaves a heart, the coffee usually ends up going cold. He tends to just stare at the heart until the foam is gone.

[l1tw1ck]

Don't Play With Your 'Food'

Beel indulges in a tasty meal (you)

Words used for Reader [Testosterone, Pre-Op]: Hole, Length, Sweetness, Mountains, Breasts, Pussy, Squirting, Cunt

Bottom!FTM!Omega Reader x Top!Alpha Beelzebub

[Event] [No AFAB Language Ver (AO3)]

CW: Non-Con Somnophilia, Cunnilingus, Belly Bulge, Nipple Play + Sucking, Groping, Creampie, Knotting

📝 663 Words

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Thanks to Mammon's idiocy, you got to spend the night in Beel's room. He slept on the couch while you slept in his bed, and you thought that'd be it.

You didn't think Beelzebub would do anything to you in your sleep, it's not like you're a slice of cake or anything. At least that's what you thought.

Beelzebub turns up his nose to a sweet, tasty smell coming from his bed. He hurries over to you, searching around for whatever could be causing such a delicious smell.

He's so hungry that he pulls your shirt off to find what he's looking for. He glances at your nipples, feeling somewhat hungry from the sight of them but he continues his search down to your bottoms and pulls them off then your boxers.

Beel licks his lips, a delicious looking meal presented in front of him. You were having a wet dream and letting out pheromones. He can't help but move your legs apart and bury his head in between them.

He laps at your wetness, groaning at how sweet you taste. He knows he can't bite so he makes good use of his tongue, pushing it inside your pulsing hole.

You moan softly in your sleep, moving your hips against his face. He brings his hand to your small length, jerking you off and gaining some more of your sweetness.

Beelzebub reaches down to his pants and palms his boner through the fabric, aching to slide his dick inside you.

You come with a shake, filling Beel's mouth with your cum. He groans at how damn good you taste.

He pulls away and looks down at his hard-on. He's always been told to not play with his food but he can't help himself. Beel quickly fishes out his dick and prods it against your hole.

Beel bites his lip as he pushes himself into you. "Fuck.." He gasps, he knew from his tongue that you taste good but he didn't imagine how much better you would feel around his cock. A bump forms in your stomach, a visual of how big he is and how deep he is inside you.

He looks at the other two tasty treats on your chest, two soft looking mountains of 'yum'. Beelzebub gropes one, his mouth latching onto the other. He sucks on your breast while he squeezes the other, his thumb rubbing against your hardened nipple.

You turn your head to the side, soft moans leaving your lips. "Ah.."

Beel lightly grinds his teeth against your nipple, almost biting it.

Your eyes flutter open just as he thrusts inside you, a shocked moan coming out of you.

"Be- Beel?"

He ignores you, his thrusts becoming routine and rough. He moans around your breast, rutting into you aggressively.

"Fuck-" You moan, lying back and letting him fuck you. Tears fall down your cheeks but not from pain.

Beel finally pulls away from your chest and looks at the glistening lines of water on your cheeks. He licks up your tears, the taste not as good as the taste of your pussy but still good. He moves away from your face and back to your chest, he sucks on your other breast, his hand moving to grope your well-sucked one.

"Yes- yes-" You gasp, feeling an orgasm coming.

Beel feels your cunt clenching around him, causing his dick to twitch inside you. You arch your back, squirting on his cock.

Beelzebub pulls away and frowns, looking down at where the two of you connect. He wishes he could've tasted that too.

He doesn't stop moving and chases his own release, thrusts becoming rougher and sloppier.

You briefly wonder what'll happen if a demon comes inside you but you don't get enough time to ask or stop him because he's already spilling his cum inside you, and forming a knot.

Beel licks his lips, staring at your saliva drenched chest.

"Why didn't you tell me you were so tasty, human?"

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 32)

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Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+! Strong sexual themes, violence, fatality, blood/ gore, unwilling mouthplay/ soft vore, vulgar language

Word Count: 3.2k

------ Chapter 32: A Second Chance ------

Eren drowned in devastation as she was transferred back to the kitchen. While she had narrowly escaped death, her dreams had been dashed to splinters, and her delusions of slaying a giant swept away in one fell swoop. Defeated, she slumped against the untouched duck carcass, not bothering to clean the orange paste off her limbs or remove the needle from her arm. What was the point? 

What was she even good for? She supposed she could prick Chef Gore’s finger, or whoever was unlucky enough to pick her up next. If he dropped her, and she somehow survived the fall, she might be able to escape. Although, she doubted she would be so fortunate. More likely, she’d end up as a splat in a giant’s palm or under his shoe for enraging him. 

The giant server slapped the plate on the counter and left. Bucky accosted him on the way out. “Hang on, whose plate is this? Did they request a different meal?” 

“No. Prince Ronny was too ill to eat apparently.” The server, not wishing to engage in further conversation, sidestepped the big chef and exited. 

“Ha! Serves that little bastard right!” Bucky proclaimed. He prowled over to the uneaten dinner, his beady eyes sparkling as he loomed over Eren. “Oh, would you look at that?” He seized his victim by her hair and dragged her off the plate, raising her hundreds of feet into the air. Eren squealed in pain, reflexively gripping her head. She forgot to hide the needle, but propitiously her arm was caked with sweet potato so Bucky couldn’t see it. 

“It would be such a waste, to throw such a tasty morsel back to the dogs,” the fat giant jeered. “Let’s have some fun!”  

Eren’s eyes welled up with tears. Not only did she feel small, defeated, exhausted, and full of agony, but she was also utterly helpless. Her weapon seemed insignificant in the face of such tremendous bulk. She could impale the massive giant directly in the chest and the metal tip wouldn’t even be enough to puncture through the subcutaneous fat layer. She had no clue what Bucky had planned for her, but she was terrified beyond her rational faculties. 

Bucky’s mind wasn’t focused on Eren, however. He spied Chef Gore on the other side of the kitchen, washing a precarious stack of dirty dishes. He lumbered over, so fixated on his prey that he tripped over Chef Cruor, who was putting the finishing touches on the desserts. Cruor cursed as Bucky’s shoe stomped on his heel. 

“Watch it!” Bucky barked. Eren cried out as she was swung violently, the force tearing at her scalp. 

“Watch yourself, you clumsy oaf!” Cruor snapped back. He frowned at the dollop of whipped cream on a slice of pie that was deformed from the disruption. He flicked away the imperfection and started over. 

Bucky grasped the chef’s bony shoulder with his sausage fingers. “Cruor. Make sure those desserts go out on schedule. I’m going to be busy with something else.” He stared at Gore’s backside like a lioness stares at a wildebeest.  

“Yeah, whatever,” Cruor groused, rolling his eyes when he saw the object of Bucky’s gaze. He turned back to the pies, meticulously dabbing each slice with swirls of cream for decorative appeal. Eren whined as Bucky stalked up to Chef Gore from behind. He slapped the redhead hard on the shoulder, hanging an arm like a side of beef around his neck with Eren pinched in his fingers. 

“Gore!” Bucky roared in his ear. Gore dropped a plate, startled, and shattered it in the tub of water. 

“Goddammit Bucky! Why do you always have to do that?!” Gore huffed. 

“Aw, c’mon baby, don’t be that way,” Bucky teased in a sultry tone, groping the other giant’s plump rear with his free hand. “How about we have some fun?” 

“R-right now?” Gore stammered, suddenly flustered. “I’m in the middle of washing dishes…” 

“Those can wait,” Bucky replied salaciously. “I want you now…” 

“Ugh.” Gore dried off his hands on his apron. “Fine. Let’s get this over with,” he muttered gruffly, all while blushing furiously. Eren, bobbing on Gore’s beefy pec as he spoke, listened to the conversation with abject horror as she slowly realized just what Bucky meant by “fun.” 

“No… you can’t possibly…” she choked. Bucky ignored her, playing with her in his humongous fingers as he guided Gore to the storage closet, whispering flirtatious comments in his ear. Revulsion crawled up Eren’s throat with rising panic. Being eaten was terrible enough, but to be used as a sex toy for two giant men? She couldn’t handle that wretched thought. Not only did the very concept incite a strong physical disgust within her, as she envisioned the horrific possibilities, but the act sounded extremely dangerous. She feared she’d be crushed in the heat of their passion.  

Bucky pushed Gore roughly into the closet, stepped in, and shut the door behind them, enveloping them all in darkness. He slammed Gore against the wall and pinned him there with his hulking mass. He traced a track along his barrel chest with his tree trunk of a finger in a crude attempt at seduction. He held Eren, trembling and writhing, in front of Gore’s round face. 

“See this human, Gore? I’m going to pile-drive her so far up your ass, you’ll be able to taste her! She’ll be stuck in there forever!” He guffawed raucously. Gore tittered and fidgeted sheepishly, aroused by the suggestion. Eren balked with the upmost repulsion. 

“You can’t do that to me! That’s revolting!” she screamed shrilly in protest. “Unhand me, you foul beast of a man!” She bit his fingers, but the skin of his roughened hands was too durable for her to puncture with her teeth.  

Bucky grinned at her, showing off a full set of uneven yellow teeth. Ignoring her squeaky voice, which dripped with vicious invectives, he opened his maw and placed her between his front rows of incisors. He bit down, not hard enough to break her, but with sufficient force to hold her thrashing form in place. He winked at Gore. “Care to share?” 

Before Eren could grasp what was happening, she found herself smashed between two sets of giant lips. She was sucked into a sopping wet giant mouth before another massive tongue forced its way in and wrestled her into a wall of teeth. She yelled and grappled with the tongue with all her might to pull away from its suffocating embrace, but the other tongue beneath her reared up and shoved her forward. She was slurped over the slippery slide of meat, back into the other mouth. 

Eren was swapped between the two mouths several times, caught in a sloppy, steamy kissing session that seemed to last an eternity. The sweet potato dissolved off her body as the suction pulled on her from all sides in an oppressive, soggy, smelly mess. She kept her arm with the needle tucked to her chest, praying that the two giant men wouldn’t notice her weapon—or that she wouldn’t accidentally impale herself. Her natural impulse, with her spirited nature, was to fight back, but she realized this was her chance. If she couldn’t kill one of the royals, she could at least slaughter one of the chefs—both of whom she hated with a fiery passion. 

Eren bided her time for the right opportunity, as she was soaked by intertwining lips and tongues and scraped by the hard, dense barricades of bone. She only had one opportunity and she didn’t dare to waste it. The two men escalated the aggression of their lovemaking, tossing her all over inside the twin orifices of hot, wet flesh until she was highly disoriented. She was flung backwards as Bucky dug his tongue deeper into Gore’s mouth. Eren, sitting on the base of Gore’s tongue, perceived that she needed to act, before she lost control of the situation. She gazed with trepidation back into the looming gullet, into the dark, deep, twitching tunnel of the throat.  

She unsheathed her needle, heart palpitating in a frenzied dance. It was now or never. With nerves of steel, she dove into the fleshy passage headfirst, heedless of the danger. Using every ounce of her strength, before the muscular constriction would hamper her arms, she raised the needle and jabbed it into the barrier of meat where she could see a pulse. She was rewarded with a burst of hot blood that splattered her face and upper body, and continued to gush out in steady squirts in rhythm with the giant’s heartbeat. A deafening bellow resounded through the cavity and the throat violently crushed around her, followed by horrific spasms of choking. Eren clung to the needle with all her might as the giant retched, refusing to be expelled so easily. The contractions dragged her upwards, and the needle cut through the flesh with her ascension, widening the critical injury. 

She had done it: She had pierced his jugular. Gore jerked away from Bucky, coughing and choking as he strained to clear his airway. He stumbled into the shelves and broke them under his immense weight, knocking potatoes, turnips, and other vegetables all over the floor. His hands clawed at his neck in a frantic attempt to pull out the needle, but his frenetic motions only stabbed and sliced his fingers and caused an eruption of additional pain in his throat. The tip of the needle was too small for him to grasp with his giant fat fingers. He doubled over, convulsing for breath as he suffocated on his own blood. 

“Gore? What the hell?” Bucky stared at him, baffled. He ran his tongue over his teeth and recognized the coppery tang of blood. “What happened?” With Gore clawing at his neck, Bucky couldn’t see the sharp point sticking out of his skin. A bloom of warm blood poured down and soaked into his white chef’s uniform. “Gore!” 

Gore gagged again, head just above the floor, and finally managed to heave up Eren. She landed with a splat on the floor, saturated with saliva and blood. Despite the shock, Eren jumped to her feet and dashed away with all the momentum of the adrenaline pumping through her veins. Bucky spotted her and realized she must’ve been responsible for Gore’s current state. 

“GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE PEST!” he thundered at the top of his lungs. He stomped forward, prepared to snatch her up, but tripped over a potato. He fell down and slammed against the door with a colossal crash, sliding down and thumping his knees against the floor with a seismic wave. Eren was knocked over but managed to crawl through the gap under the door, narrowly out of reach of Bucky’s groping fingers. 

Chef Cruor, working in the kitchen, heard thumping and yelling coming from the closet. He rolled his eyes, with the knowledge of what sort of things went on between Bucky and Gore behind closed doors, and turned away so he wouldn’t have to listen, shaking his head. He failed to observe the tiny scarlet-stained creature racing across the open floor with reckless speed, leaving a trail of puny crimson footprints in her wake. Her lungs and heart were bursting against her ribs, but she forced herself to dash with desperate haste. The blood wore off the soles of her feet with every step, until the trail stopped in the middle of the floor. 

Cursing and shouting, Bucky hauled his enormous body clumsily off the floor. As furious as he was, he thought to check on Gore first. Gore was sprawled out, twitching, spitting, and gargling blood, still alive but fading fast. 

“Fuck!” Bucky muttered. He ripped out the door and screamed, “Cruor! Get some healing potion from the basement! NOW!” Cruor cocked a brow with surprise but hastened away. Bucky stomped through the kitchen, scouring the floor for the wretched human. He spied the bloody footprints and followed them until they faded on the tiles into nothing. He raged around the kitchen like a tempest, kicking things out of his way and sweeping pots and pats off the counters with a dreadful cacophony of rattling metal. 

“I’ll catch you, ya little bitch!” he threatened. “And when I find you, I’ll make you regret your pathetic existence!” Eren trembled in her hiding place, underneath one of the cupboards. As elated as she was by her stunning victory, she feared what would happen if Bucky got his hands on her. She couldn’t stay in the same spot interminably: She’d be discovered. She needed to either find a better hiding spot, or escape. The latter option seemed like the best choice, since she was close to the exit door. When Bucky turned away, thudding on his bruised knees to check the floor, Eren scurried out into the open and darted under the door. 

She found herself in a long corridor that seemed to stretch into infinity with her miniscule size. She didn’t know where to go, but she ran anyway, as fast as her feet would carry her. She hugged the stone walls, hoping that no giants would traverse the passage and find her. To her dismay, she felt the rumble of gargantuan footsteps approaching from afar. She ducked under a rug, praying the small lump would go unnoticed and that she wouldn’t be unwittingly stepped on. 

A door opened at the end of the hall and the footsteps boomed closer. As long as she didn’t move, she wouldn’t be seen—at least, that’s what she assured herself. The footsteps halted, along with her heart, mere feet away from her. Eren held her breath. Every second that ticked by drew out like an eternity. 

The giant crouched down slowly, deliberately. Eren could just make out, from her fold in the rug, his gigantic knee touching down uncomfortably close. She felt like she would pass out from terror. Who was it? Did he know? She heard a clunk from his hand settling on the stones, and then a sound like snuffling. She realized she was done for. Of all the giants she could run into, it had to be Chester! She wasn’t sure whether to run or hide, but whatever decision she made, she couldn’t bring her legs to move. She was stuck in place, like an insect preserved in amber.  

All at once, the rug flew away from her as Chester lifted it. His eyes gleamed as he captured his prey easily in a massive hand. Eren shrieked with fear. Her body felt as limp and weak as a ragdoll as she recognized how powerless she was in his enclosed fist. She rocketed high up into the air, leaving her stomach behind as the world dropped away below her. He sniffed her closely, licking his chops hungrily. His expression changed to a more serious one as he examined her, the voracious impulse dwindling. 

“Giant blood,” he uttered in his booming voice. He sampled the scent again. Eren felt the breeze around her suck into his large nose like a wind tunnel. “Not just any blood. Chef Gore’s. What did you do, little human?” Eren was too frightened to answer.  

“I wasn’t going to say anything, you know, when they took that plate away. As long as you weren’t a threat to the royal family.” He shrugged. “Oh well. Back to the kitchen with you.” He began to stride forward, the vibrations of his strides shaking Eren down to her bones. 

“N-n-n-no!” she cried. Her sharp, angry edge evaporated as she was reduced to the state of a helpless child, pleading for her life. “Please let me go! Bucky will kill me!” 

“No, he won’t,” Chester assured her. “You belong to the king. Bucky can’t do anything to harm a single hair on that little head of yours, or else he’ll have to answer to King Richard.” He sauntered into the kitchen, where Bucky was emptying the cabinets all over the floor with rabid energy. 

“Did you lose something, Bucky?” Chester asked calmly, holding up Eren so she was clearly displayed. Bucky scowled with fury. His face was more sanguine than usual, sweaty, with a pulsing vein popping out of his forehead. 

“That devious little shit! I’ll tear her to pieces!” he snarled, frothing from his jowls. 

“You will do no such thing,” Chester warned sternly. “She’s still the property of the king.” 

“But... but...” Bucky struggled to form a coherent argument through his anger. “She slit Gore’s throat!” 

“Oh, is that so?” Chester quirked a brow. “And just what were you two doing, that allowed her to cut into his neck?” 

Bucky went quiet. He’d be in huge trouble if the king found out he was borrowing his precious human stock for his own personal gratification. Chester smirked. “Yup. I thought so. I suggest we just clean her off, put her back, and pretend that none of this ever happened, yeah?” Bucky stood stiffly, his hands balled into thick fists like sledgehammers, fuming. Chester strolled past him to the washtub with the dishes and cleaned the blood off Eren, disregarding her supplications. 

Cruor returned with the healing potion, but it was too late. Gore was dead, asphyxiated by his own blood. Bucky demanded that Cruor drag the body out of the kitchen through the backdoor to the delivery area for the food supplies. Cruor grumbled but did as he was told and loaded the body into a carriage. Bucky bullied one of the lower-level kitchen workers into doing the dirty work of burying the body, so the king would not learn of their transgressions. Cruor returned to the kitchen to clean up the mess in the food closet. He sopped up the blood, replaced the shelves, and tossed out the contaminated vegetables sullenly. He’d never been a fan of Gore, but he still found the scene to be incredibly disturbing, to imagine such a wee human could deliver so much damage. 

Chester dried Eren off and returned her to her tank, still unruffled by the whole affair. He stiffened, however, when he caught Jackie’s eye. She was staring lasers clean through him with white-hot intensity. The look of accusatory betrayal she had stopped Chester in his tracks. He parted his lips slightly, an apology rolling toward the tip of his tongue, but then closed his mouth with a frown. What was he supposed to say to her? That he was sorry? That he was just doing his job? That he only cared about her, not other humans? That other humans were nothing to him except food? 

He sucked on his cheek in contemplation. He was coming to the kitchen originally in the hopes of spending more time with her, and maybe even eating her as a delicious snack... but he didn’t want to face her when she was so angry with him. He slumped his shoulders. He decided to give her some time to cool off. Perhaps she’d forgive him, with enough time to allow heated feelings to dissipate. 

He turned around and walked out, hanging his head. Bucky, still seething, yelled after him spitefully, “I’m going to expect that whole horde of treasure you stole for payment next time, Chester!” 

Chapter 33

Tag List: @yummynomms @tinycoded360

[rosiebaybie]

Everything Emily and I had for dinner on Day 7 of our Celebrity Summit Cruise!

It was the last dinner on the cruise, so they pulled out all the stops. They had this pho noodle bowl station there, so we got rice noodles with beef, bok choy, and peppers. The noodles were amazingly soft, and the assorted topping were delicious!

We then got some some cilantro-lime jasmine rice and a couple pieces of chicken schnitzel, which I didn’t know even existed. The rice was extremely tasty, and I could really taste the cilantro and lime. The chicken schnitzel was really delicious but a bit hard to cut through, but I guess schnitzel is supposed to be a little tough.

And of course, for dessert—the last dessert of the cruise—we got an ice cream sundae, a piece of chocolate cake, a piece of coconut cake, and a piece of hazelnut cake. The ice cream sundae was a bit melted by the time we gotta the table, but it was still really good. The chocolate cake was incredibly dense and had a strong cocoa-y taste. (I think they used dark chocolate.) The coconut cake was really light and fluffy, and we could really taste the coconut. The hazelnut cake was extremely creamy and rich, and it turned out that the Hershey kiss-looking thing was actually a dollop of icing.

Well, our culinary voyage has come to a regretful but unforgettable close. As we in the foodie business say, “May your dishes never be cold and your plates never run empty.” Until next time, this is Emily & Rosie Stirling-Baybie signing off. 💋💋

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for trying to get my cake back?

So I (10NB) was having a lovely day and about to eat a tasty strawberry shortcake, but suddenly someone swooped in and stole it!

It was so fast that I didn’t get to see who it was, but I assumed that it was someone who we’ll call K (40M), he is a bit infamous for stealing food, and I’ve kicked his butt for it before so I went to his castle and without letting him explain anything, I defeated him.

However, K then explained to me that he had no idea about any strawberry shortcakes and that his treasure chest had ALSO been stolen. But before I could reply, a gang of thieves came with the treasure chest by their side (Let’s call their leader D, 30M) and ran away! I was sure my cake was inside that chest, so after K grabbed me and hurled me at the thieves (No worries! I’m as soft as bubblegum, it didn’t hurt one bit), I chased them non-stop, even stealing some of THEIR treasure along the way.

After an encounter with a knight who also tried stealing the chest for seemingly no reason, D opened the treasure chest, and bam! He got all violent and started attacking me!

As it turns out, what was inside the chest wasn’t my cake but the ruler of the underworld themselves! Apparently, both K and the knight knew but never told me, but either way, I beat the devil out of D and then I beat the devil itself.

All ended up well and the gang of thieves gifted me a cake for all the trouble they made me go through, though I feel like I might’ve gone too far for a strawberry cake, AITA?

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Hello I saw your post about super villain y/n can I request about the supervillains fighting over who kidnappes reporter yuu today when villain y/n just swoops in dragging yuu away while grim taunts the villains idk

It's been a long time since I wrote for that Au...! Thank you for requesting it! A HUGE shout-out to @britishassistant because it's their Au and it's one of my favorites!

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[Yuu has no date life]

Based on the imagine above!

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Knocking on the door to the apartment. You impatiently tap the heel of your shoe, holding the box of mini cakes and red roses.

"J-just a second (Y/N)!" Yuu called out behind the door, a bit of whisper-shouting and shuffles being heard after.

The well-known reporter had asked your civilian self on a date, so you decided, "Why not?" The two of you planning to meet at their home and make the date as you go.

Here you were, standing outside, waiting, and feeling like a fool. The sky had just turned into a warm sunset color, and you could have sworn your pretty bouquet of roses was starting to droop.

Leaning against the door, you stare down at your nice attire for the evening.

"So... While we wait, uh.. Talk to me about your day?" Yuu's voice was heard once again through the door. You perk up slightly, smiling happily, recalling the odd events happening during the day.

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You weren't one for fashion, but you wanted to look nice. It wasn't every day you went out with someone as famous and cute as Yuu Radcliffe.

Your villain suit was on the board list of what you could wear... But you chuck the idea away, deciding to head into the city and find something nice.

Browsing through the clothing rack of a store more expensive than the machinery you made for evil schemes, you pause when noticing a tall lean figure a few steps away from you.

'Oh shit, they look so cool..'

Trying to be as chill and not creepy as possible, you go over to them.

"Hi.. I.. Like your clothes, where'd you get them?"

The person turns around, a pair of black sunglasses and a hat adoring their figure.

"Custom made, designed by me."

"Wow really?!" You get closer to them, looking over them once more and showering them with compliments by the second!

They smile at your fluttering, enjoying the way they were given attention without the need of even knowing his true identity.

"Hey, can I ask a personal question?"

"You may..."

"(Y/N) that's my name, but... Does this suit or dress look better?" You ask, holding up the two sets of clothing shyly.

Your clothing rack buddy lowers their shades and shoots you a look.

"Neither, dear apple."

You soon find yourself modeling with your new found clothing rack buddy. With him mostly choosing outfits that would suit you nicely.

Even paying for your outfit and deciding what cosmetics you should apply, he even gave you his number!

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You smile at the warm air surrounding you when you step inside the bakery. Breathing in the intoxicating scent of bread or cake. Walking up to the counter, your grin becomes bigger towards Trey. Whose family owned the tasty establishment, but from the small conversations they've had with each other. Trey had somewhat of a second job like you, yet you doubt he knew that you were a villain for fun.

"Hey Trey, mind if I order a small box of mini cakes?"

"Your lucky I got these out of the oven," he replied with a soft laugh. Heading behind the counter to the kitchen.

"(Y/N), it's good to see you." A voice states behind you, turning around, you stare down at the well-off pharmacist. "Dr. Riddle! It's good to see you too, you' on a lunch break?" You ask, noticing his face become a lighter shade of pink on his pale skin.

"Ah, yes actually. How can anyone resist Clover Bakery," Riddle joked. Causing you to let out a small chuckle.

Trey comes back with the box of mini cakes and tells you your total, handing you a receipt once you finished paying. Waving goodbye as you and Riddle step out of the way for the next person in line.

"I didn't know you liked Trey's mini cakes as much as (favorite food)." The red-headed stated quizzically when noticing the small box in your hand, along with a few bags of items you had possibly bought during the day.

"They're not for me, I'm meeting someone today, thought I would surprise them... Ya'know?"

Riddle frowns at the idea of you hanging out with someone other than him, but he controls himself. Wishing you a pleasant evening and a promise of the two of you heading to the city gardens for tea and tarts.

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Hearing full-on arguing and yelling, the door busts open as The Royal Flush and King were seen holding onto Yuu's arms while Charon and Leviathan were looking around the simple apartment.

Poison Queen scowled at the attire the reporter was wearing as Snake Charmer and Tsunotaro noticed you.

Tsunotaro strides up to you, his presence more domineering than the other villians.

"What makes you think yous earned a place to even be in the reporters' presence?" He hissed darkly, raising your chin to stare at him instead of Yuu.

"I.. I wanna to get to know them, that's how things like that work. Sure maybe I'm not "worthy", but I'd like to try."

You state plainly, shrugging your shoulders. Having known Tsunotaro when you were in costume, so you weren't that scared by him.

The villain hummed, letting go of your skin, "I see."

Gazing back at your roses, you came up with a idea.

You out one rose towards Tsunotaro, who looked shocked at your gesture you grin sheepishly.

Heading to the other quiet super-villians. You hand them all roses, saving at least two for Yuu and leaning one on the counter for Yuuken.

"Is it cool with ya'll for me to steal Yuu for a date?"

They all look at each other, then back at you. Letting go of Yuu as they stumble next to you.

"When I come back. All of you. Please leave my house."

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{Ta-da! I hope you enjoyed! I'll be writing a bit more twst again so get ready! For my batman fans, I got something amazing for yall too!}

[totallytubularific]

I live in a world where, since I was 14 years old, I have lived out of spite, I am happy, and optimistic out of spite.

I wanted to be dead, I did not want to live. but I also knew that if I was dead, I would not get to see the sunset, or the stars, or the forsythia bushes turn yellow on the first few weeks of spring. I would not get to see my sister turn into an adult.

The world is sometimes a terrible place. I get up, I go to work, I worry that my bills are too expensive, and I worry that my life will go terribly.

But also I know that is what horrible people want me to think.

So I live, I bake tasty birthday cakes, I make little treats, I crochet small soft stuffed animals and hats, I stare in wonder at the plants in the spring and I revel in the feeling of a lake in the summer and the first snow in the winter.

I look at the stars and I make wishes and I sit, warm and comfy under blankets.

And I do it all out of spite, a revengeful happiness and joy, for all that makes me miserable and sad. Because I deserve to be happy. and so do you.

[goron-king-darunia]

Eggtober 21st, 2023

"Strange Flower" or "Controversy" Overcooked Hard-boiled Egg with Mayonnaise

(Clip Studio Paint, Gouache Brush, Airbrush for Paprika and Pepper. 12 colors, about 30 minutes.) Woke up with this idea. Mayo is a controversial condiment and I 100% understand. I hate custard filling in things like donuts. It's goopy, a little salty, and it has that texture to it that screams to your brain that "this is uncooked and probably bad to eat." And I think mayo is like that for lots of people, but worse. Because it's salty and a little sour and that same "uncooked" texture all sends the same signal but more like "this is rotten and falling apart. It's not good to eat." But I like mayo. Maybe I just got introduced to it in a more postitive way than custard or creme pat. Maybe because most creme pat comes to me in a donut at room temp and mayo usually comes from a refrigerated jar. Maybe it's because both are a little salty and eggy and so mayo reads as "a good sensible condiment for burgers and sandwiches and slaw salads" while creme pat reads as an "aberration that could only be put in a donut by accident." But then I think humans just kind of don't like seeing fatty substances all in one big glob. Same way lard is a common cooking ingredient in many non-USA countries but people in the "northern" non-farming USA see lard and only think "byproduct" like bacon grease and feel a visceral disgust the way I feel about burger grease. I think a lot of things are like that in life. Some of it's genetic, like the way cilantro tastes like soap to some and like a tasty floral herb to others. Some of it is experience, like a taste aversion to plums after a bad summer. And some of it is social. How we're taught to be disgusted by "byproducts" because that's not the thing we're intending to make, or it only happens when the thing you're making turns out "wrong." Some of it is political. I'm sure you all have ideas. And I think, on the one hand, disgust is useful. We get sick if we eat expired foods. We can die if we eat the wrong berry or mushroom. Being wary of the new is safe. An on the other hand, unbridled disgust is the enemy of curiosity and growth and discovery. When we turn away from things that make us uncomfortable, we lose a chance to learn.

So on the one hand I think this piece is about my experiences becoming a more adventurous eater in my adulthood. I still don't like creme patissiere. But I'm not going to waste a donut because of it anymore. I don't like red bean paste. But at least I know what it tastes like now, and it's not just a blind discomfort around something new. I'll never get over how the texture of glutinous rice cakes remind me of chewing gum, a thing I've been taught to spit out. But I can understand why people like mochi.

And I think on another hand (many hands today) this piece is also about how @quezify plays with disgust and horror and beauty. And how that curiosity disgusts some people and enamors others. How it ties you in knots. How wound dressing and debridement are all at once an act of love and an act of mutilation. How there's beauty there in something so instinctively disgusting.

Dunno exactly. That's what the art's there for, I guess. To express what I can't quite put in words. I hope it's disgusting, and I hope it's beautiful.

I wonder if @lady-quen's breadbugs will have fun with this one?

Speed paint~

I don't know if my style can really render any gravitas to it, with how soft everything is, but I hope it speaks to someone.

[queenlilithprime]

Business of Love - The Wiggler

Lilith (They/Them) x Gavin (He/They) from @campwillowpeakvn

Silly short stuff because I have no serious thoughts ever

Content Warnings: Absolutely Silly!!!, allergic person eating food they're allergic to (on purpose)

Word Count: 1,054!

The succubus found themself at the front door of the place they shared with Gavin, nervously waiting for their delivery order. It had been months since they've had a good cheesecake since their lover was strict on not eating things they're allergic to but... Cheesecake is delicious damnit!!!

When they heard footsteps coming up to the door they opened it, startling the extremely tall delivery guy. They didn't look up, handing over a lot of cash and glancing back into their apartment nervously.

"Shit you startled me..." The man chuckled, his deep voice sort of familiar to Lily. They didn't focus too hard on it as they grabbed the food.

"Thanks so much!!!" They said, finally looking up at the guy with a head of black and white hair. His piercing blue eyes were so familiar but... It had been too many months since they were at camp to recognize Harper. "Hope you have a nice night!"

With the click of the door shutting the succubus glanced around, reaching into the sweets shop branded bag and plucking out their milkshake. Oh sweet sweet desserts... As the flavor of cookies and cream milkshake hit their tongue they had to stifle the small sigh of pleasure from finally tasting it again.

They headed towards the kitchen, glancing out the window to the glittering starry sky. Lily had convinced Gavin to get a place outside the city so they could see the stars. For a demon, the night sky was a wonderland of freedom. Leaning against the window frame, they placed the bag on a small console table nearby.

As they reached for their cheesecake they took another sip of their milkshake, opening the container and smelling the gorgeous scent of tasty fuckin dairy. When they sat it on the window sill in front of them they placed their elbows on either side of it, pressing their fork into the soft creamy dessert.

Taking a bite was probably the happiest moment they've had while eating in a while. It was incredibly delightful and made them overjoyed to have. The moonlight shining on their features as they continued to eat.

"Oh dear cheesecake I missed you so much..." They murmured, staring at the partially eaten cake like it was the best thing in their life. The succubus didn't register the soft shuffling footsteps of their lover coming downstairs out of their bedroom curious why Lily wasn't in bed.

"Babe?" He asked quietly, rubbing his eyes a bit. "Don't make me fight a dude named cheesecake for your love please..."

The dark-haired enby froze, turning slowly to their lover. A forkful of cheesecake and a milkshake in their hands. Moonlight cascaded over their silky ink-colored hair, making them look beautiful if it weren't for the fact they were eating food they're allergic to. Gavin slowly blinked for a few seconds as the situation made them wake up quickly.

"Lily..." He said, slowly approaching the succubus who looked like they were about to bolt. Their tail unfurling from its place tucked in their shorts, their wings shuffling under their shirt.

"Yes...?" They said, feigning innocence. The succubus shifted on their feet, watching as their human lover came closer. He was still tired, having only tossed on a graphic tee that said 'autism' over his boxer briefs. Lily was only wearing a cropped tank top and short shorts, smiling at their human boyfriend slyly.

"Is that a cheesecake?" They asked softly, reaching for their partner with a tired motion. "You know you can't eat that babe..."

"But—" Their protest was cut off with a soft sleepy kiss on the cheek from Gavin as he took the cheesecake and milkshake from Lily.

"You know better, you'll be hurting..." He mumbled, wrapping tired arms around the succubus who whined softly in defeat. "Be good or you get put in the wiggler."

Their tail lashed in frustration as they whined again, half-heartedly reaching for their milkshake.

"One last sip? Please?" They begged, looking up at Gavin with adorable wide green eyes. It was almost enough to make them give in... Almost.

"I warned you Lily..." He said with a grin before picking them up by the waist. "Now you get the wiggler!"

The succubus squeaked as their wings fluttered and slipped out of the back of their crop top. Their tail quickly wrapped around Gavin's wrist and tugged at it attempting to escape. He grinned, wiggling them a bit and making their legs swing.

"Hyeeeeoonnnnn!!!" They whined as their hands tugged at his elbows, a sweet gentle sound that made him giggle. "Not the wiggler!!!"

"Yes the Wiggler!!! You were bad!!! You need to repent!!!" They chuckled before realizing what they said, their face flickering between laughter and worry. "Did that hurt? I'm still not sure if like..."

"Only my heart." They whimpered, making large doe eyes at them to try and plead for freedom.

"Ohhhhh Lily don't do that you know I'm weak to your cuteness..." He groaned, trying to avoid succumbing to his succubus. They upped the cute factor by pouting and whining even harder. His face scrunched up as he struggled.

Eventually he just slipped his arms around them tugging them against their chest with a small thump. The succubus's pupils became large and heart shaped as their tail twitched in elation. They were very happy to have the sudden affection from their boyfriend.

"Gaaaavvvviiiiiiiinnnnnn... My tummy hurts... Can we go cuddle?" They asked with a soft pleading expression. He rolled his eyes playfully and kissed their forehead.

"Yeah yeah yeah... Let's get to bed, babe." They murmured, adjusting their hold on Lily in order to rub their cheek. After the succubus closed their eyes and leaned into his touch he slid his hand up and rubbed one of their horns. The black-haired enby almost began to purr at his touch.

"Mmmmmmm I love you Gav..." They mumbled, snuggling close as he carried them up the stairs to their shared bedroom.

"I love you too, Lily." He replied, pressing another kiss to their lover.

When they finally got into the room they helped each other get back down to their underwear for sleeping. Lily flopped onto the bed and opened their arms for Gavin, getting an extremely affectionate boyfriend face to the boobs.

"G'night my love..." They whispered softly.

"G'night babe..."