#my stomach hurts though so. maybe i'll eat later

[outlying-hyppocrate]

imagine being like. human. i'm just a silly little creature. happy cryptid. occasionally a very sad cryptid who ponders its own existence and questions his sanity but. that's mostly during the winter months. we do not speak of the winter months. except for the fact that we are in them and. fuck never mind. i just need some tea and a bit of will wood to ensure my serotonin levels go back to normal and i can be. happy cryptid

#random thoughts #i also do this when i have deprived myself of food for a certain amount of time. don't worry. i am making spaghetti #there will be sauce. with an obscene amount of garlic. i apologize to potential vampire boyfriends #my stomach hurts though so. maybe i'll eat later #but FUCK. i don't want it to be cold #hng. microwaved pasta is just Not As Good. yknow what i mean. it tastes much better fresh #perhaps i will simply eat it cold. i will put parmesan on it. then it will not melt. melted parmesan makes me cry because #i'm a pathetic piss baby who can't stand the texture. or maybe it's the autism diagnosis i don't know #do not mind me. i am simply discussing whether or not i should eat my spaghetti #wait. why did i say making? i haven't even made it yet. lmao #yknow what? no spaghetti for today. i'll just suffer i guess #admitting to pain irl in any way is embarrassing as fuck for some reason? like i felt like i was going to die in french class #the lights were so bright and everyone was so so loud but i couldn't wear my sunglasses in class. hng. and then of course #it stressed me the fuck out. and then. stomachache. at that point i was ready to cry #then my friend saw me and asked if i was okay. i just said yes. she believed me. i think #still suffering. not fun. not fun at all #WHY THE FUCK AM I SO OFF TOPIC. credence you need to stop. please just post this already #actually wait. i will post this. and then just make the sauce. i will put it in the refrigerator and eat it the next day #it is similar to tomato soup. except. cold. and obviously thicker. i don't know why it tastes good. hng #on my way to make the sauce. goodbye everyone

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Liu Kang x Reader: Friendzoned

A/N: Saw something like this a while ago and wanted to make my own version. I couldn't find it again however :')

Warning: Slight angst? ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You're just going to get yourself hurt, you know." Kung Lao bluntly stated as he shoves another dumpling into his mouth using his chopsticks. "You know he's with Kitana."

You sat across him at the table, your fingers messing up your hair from the uncomfortable tension you had inside you. Of course you knew they were together... or possibly together, but-

"Yeah, well, Liu never confirmed it, actually. And don't you think Raiden would like, I don't know, not allow it?"

The monk swallowed his food and sighed. "It doesn't need to be confirmed. It's obvious. Denial doesn't suit you well, Y/n."

"I'm not in denial!" Your voice raised slightly. "I just..." Words and thoughts were scrambling all over your mind. You couldn't utter out another excuse.

"I'll tell him how I feel. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take, right?" You chuckled uneasily.

Kung Lao shook his head at you before eating another dumpling. "Okay, but don't come to me when your spirit gets shattered."

Standing from your seat, preparing to leave, you nodded at him. "I promise I won't. Thanks for listening to me... even though I probably am stupid for this."

After you rushed out the small restaurant, Kung Lao called the waiter over.

"Could I take an order of mochi and a bottle of sake to go, please?"

---Time skip brought to you by Fujin and Nightwolf braiding each other's hair, because I simply cherish the hell out of both of them---

Each step you were close to the Wu Shi academy, each ounce of anxiety swarmed over you, making your stomach hug itself tightly.

However, you really need to tell him how you feel before it's too late. You held it in from him for a while, and it started to tear at you.

Entering the academy, you located him, finding the champion meditating alone. Perfect for you to just approach and speak to him... right?

"L-Liu?" Slowly walking up to him, your hands mindlessly went to fiddle with your hair. A simple nervous habit.

He opens his eyes to see you. He greets you with a friendly smile, making you feel slightly giddy.

"Hey, Y/n! Here to train?"

"Oh... actually... I wanted to speak to you about something."

Liu's face started turning into one with concern, he gestures for you to sit in front of him, which you did.

"Is there something wrong? Go ahead, you have my full attention."

Taking one, long, deep breath, you forced yourself to talk. For a few silent minutes, you told him how you felt. How you were grateful for your friendship with him, how you enjoyed spending time with him, training or not.

And how most importantly, you always wanted to tell him how you wanted to be more than friends with him. For him to be your lover. Even with the chance that he actually has eyes for Kitana.

You finished your little speech and proposal, looking at him, waiting on his response.

He looked a bit shocked, and then... sorry?

"Oh, Y/n. I- I enjoy all the time I spend with you too. You are a wonderful friend and person."

Your heart felt fuzzy. Was this hope?

"But I can't be with you."

Your heart instantly replaced that hope with dread. "Oh... Maybe I came to you too late?"

"I supposed that since I'm with Kitana now, but I never really thought of you like that. Just a friend. Maybe a sister at most. I'm sorry. I hope we can still be friends."

You looked away, tucking your lips, but nodding. "It's fine... I feel somewhat I still got to talk with you." You were just saying that. You stood up, not glancing at him.

"I shall leave you alone now. See you later..."

"Right." Liu Kang said awkwardly. "Again, I'm sorry."

You didn't respond. Just left feeling detached.

When you got home, you sat down on your couch and did nothing. Just thinking and moping. You knew the obvious outcome of telling him, so why does it still hurt?

'I'm stupid for even having hope. Who even wants to be with me? Stupid. Stupid.'

You gritted yourself and pinched yourself.

You jumped a bit as you heard a knock at your door. You gritted your teeth, feeling more irritated.

"Come in!" You yelled, hearing the door open at your invitation.

It was Kung Lao. Smiling sympathetically, carrying a bottle and small box.

"Heyyy, friend, I brought a little something in case you were feeling sad." He gestures to the items.

You sulked more on the couch at this kind action.

"Sorry, should I just leave these and go?" He slowly sets his gifts down and backs up.

"Stay." You commanded without looking at him.

"Very well." The Shaolin monk smirked and sat next to you on the couch, ready to make you feel better.

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #mk imagine #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagines #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #liu kang #liu kang x reader #kung lao #kung lao x reader #kung lao x you #liu kang x y/n #goddesswritings

[gayuu-the-necromancer]

Black Wedding ~ Part 1 Jude Jazza ~ Epilogue

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We had our wedding that day.

We made our cursed vow of love that binds us to each other until death.

Kate: "M-Mr. Jude...I'm fine...."

Jude: "That's not for you to decide."

It was right after our wedding that several knife-wielding thugs barged in.

In the midst of the scuffle, glasses broke before we know it and scattered beautifully all over the place.

The leader of the thugs had a strong grudge against Mr. Jude, who was the groom but fell unconscious after eating a merciless kick from him.

And thus I'm being checked over every inch of my body.

The wedding dress I wore is barely even hanging on my body, because it's already shredded into bits.

Of course, not by the thugs....but by the man I pledged my love to.

Jude: "Hm. This side looks fine. Turn around."

Kate: ".....Mm...."

It's not like it's the first time I've been stripped naked in front of him.

And because it's not the first time, my body interprets it in a different way.

Kate: ".....Nn."

His fingertips brushed against my skin and I held my breath.

Kate: "See, I told you I'm not hurt. You don't have to check so carefully....."

Every time he touches me, every time he stares at me, I feel like I'm going to get overheated and I desperately try to calm my body down.

Jude: "I'm checking to see if there is even a scratch. That's what's going to decide how I'll torture them later."

Jude: "Tch...I'll also find the guy who leaked the info about the venue of the wedding."

The exasperated murmur suddenly reminded me of how reluctant he was to hold a ceremony.

(Perhaps----)

Kate: "Is that why you were so against holding a wedding ceremony?"

Jude: "Huh?'

Mr. Jude glared at me with a sullen face.

Maybe it's too late for me to say this, but this face you're making right now is so cute.

Kate: "It is because you didn't want to see me in danger, right....?"

Jude: ".....You look so pleased."

Kate: "You didn't deny it though."

Jude: "You're gonna interpret it in positive way no matter what I say."

Kate: "Fufu...yep."

Jude: "....You're laughing at me right now. One wrong move and that could have ended you right then and there."

His long fingertips, traces between my breasts to the stomach.

Kate: ".....Ah....Mm...."

The heat that had been aroused while he was staring at me was unexpectedly stimulated and I couldn't help but let out a cry.

Jude: ".....Why are you making that lewd sound?"

Kate: "I-I was just surprised. That's all."

Jude: "Ohh?"

Kate: "....!?"

Holding my shoulders, he roughly pushed me onto bed.

Jude: "There is still something I forgot to check."

He lifted my legs and the hem of my already torn wedding dress falls down.

Kate: "Hey...!"

Seeing my dress fall and watching him constantly stare at me made me so embarrassed that I hid my face with both my hands.

Jude: "You're always like this when you're startled."

Jude: "You pervert."

Kate: "W-Wait..."

Jude: "Huh? Why?"

He bites on the thin skin inside of my thighs, causing a dull pain.

Kate: "Mm..Mm...!"

Jude: "....Does it hurt?"

I nodded.

But he knows that it's not only pain that I feel.

Every time he sets his teeth on my skin, which is hot from being tormented, a sweet tingle rises in me.

Jude: "But you like pain, don't you?"

The sound of his mocking laughter and his facial expressions are intoxicating to the point of almost being frightening.

Kate: "It's not like it's because of you..."

I want everything to feel good even if it hurts or is embarrassing.

It's like I've been repainted.

Jude: "Love that erotic face."

Jude: ".....No matter how much you cry or scream, there is no escape from me now."

The sweet numbness I feel when I look into his eyes, which did not try to hide their lechery, is horrifying.

If he loves me, I'll be in heaven....even if it's on a bed of needles.

................

Jude: "We both are equally crazy."

Mr. Jude plays with my fingers which were exhausted after I was thrown to the bed.

The two same rings on our fingers shine.

Seeing that, my cheeks relax.

Jude: "....What's with that goofy face?"

Jude: "Are you that happy you made this embarrassing lifetime contract with me?"

Kate: "Do you remember? Once you said, those who break it will break it, and those who don't will never break, even if they die."

Jude: "Your little head still remembers that? It was a long time ago."

Kate: "My little head is superfluous."

Jude: "I'm impressed you can remember so much."

Kate: "....... It sounds less snarky now."

Jude: "What do you mean?"

Kate: ".....Mr. Jude is a man who will not break his promise, no matter how crazy it is."

Kate: "I know that....and that makes me happy."

Kate: "You swore to me, no matter what."

Kate: "It means you've decided to protect me."

Jude: "......You really like getting hurt, huh?"

Jude: "I can't believe you're so happy that you can't escape from me for the rest of your life."

The person that many people hold a grudge against, and could get attacked any time of the day----is the man I love.

And I'm prepared to take that risk.

Kate: ".....You are the one who made me like pain."

Jude: "Don't blame me."

Despite his bitter tone, Mr. Jude stroked my hair.

Jude: "Heh, you're such a bad woman."

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Story // Bitter END // Premium END

#ikemen series #ikemen villain #ikemen villains #ikemen villains jude #ikemen mc #otome #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #cybird

[romiyaro]

okay im the silly anon who asked abt req status 😞 and u shouldntve told me they were open 🙂

i see uve been posting some loverboy atsumu thingies and me personally. im eating that up… no hands, just smashing my mouth against the dish and all. so like my request will be some friends to lovers cheesy fluffy romance between msby tsumu and fem(gn is also okay, up to u) reader B(

i was thinking like maybe the reader could be one of those sports medicine physician whos familiar with the team or something but thats just me being self indulgent cuz im busting my skull open studyin in med school🦧 so like you could leave those things vague if im being too specific but yeah like u said i want an expressive loverboy atsumu CAUSE IVE BEEN SEEING TOO MANY ASSHOLE!CHEATER!HORRIBLE!ATSUMU FICS like DAMN what did that man do to you😭 ok sorry for the rant feel free to ignore this if its not a proper prompt bc im horrible at making requests <3

a/n: what da fack nonnie😱😱😱 pls let me wash ur eyes and brain cuz lover boy atsumu is the only atsumu that should legally exist no offense to toxic atsumu he kinda hot but he illegal so

p.s. it's been very long since this was in my drafts nonnie and I still feel like I rushed this a bit sobs ily<333

"You can stop laughing now." Atsumu huffs, cheeks puffed and tinted red with embarrassment.

You chortle some more at that, stomach already hurting with the way you were cackling moments ago. "You're a himbo, aren't you?" You ask midst snorts.

"A what?" He looks at you, like he's seriously offended.

"A himbo."

"Fuck, no." He scoffs, looking away. "It was just a slip of the tongue!"

You giggle, "Slip of the tongue doesn't explain you ordering chicken at Starbucks." It's true, Miya Atsumu, the blind date Rintaro set you up with is looking to seem a lot lot more interesting than you thought he would.

Atsumu takes a long sip of his drink, dramatically glaring at you. "Ya wanna know my first impression of ya?"

"Mhm," you nod, encouraging him to say it.

"Ya seem like a bully."

That makes you grin.

His glare intensifies at that. "Knew it. Ya like pulling legs, dontcha?"

"Only the legs of beach blond himbos." You send him a wink, truly enjoying teasing him.

"Hmpf. Such a shame yer a bully despite that pretty face." What he says dawns on him one second later. And it's comically obvious with the way he buries his face in his arms.

Oh you wouldn't let this slide in a million lives, "I'm pretty?" You tease.

"Yes." He huffs, "And you know it."

The way he says it so indignantly like a little boy makes you giggle even more. "Well, you're pretty too!" you state, sending him another wink.

Atsumu's ears turn red, "You could have said I'm handsome," he mutters, turning his gaze to the side.

"Mhmm, but I don't want to inflate your ego." you giggle, "You're adorable though, I'll give you that." It's good to give leeway to the poor guy now and then.

"Adorable?" he scoffs, "Don't make me laugh, I'm a beast in bed!" his chest puffs at his claim.

You have to bite your lips to hold back your laughter. How embarrassing is this man. "Bet you will moan if I were to call you a princess."

"What—" he chokes on his drink, face turning bright red as he hits his chest to alleviate the pain of the drink flowing into the wrong pipe. "You— you piece of shit." he screeches. "I'll definitely show you who will moan out loud."

You guffaw. This man tickled all your right spots. And you had a feeling he was a keeper. So why not give this blind date a second chance unlike your other blind dates?

Safe to say you never had another romantic interest for the rest of your life.

#Im obsessed with him your honor #And theres nothing anyone can do about it #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu fluff #miya atsumu x gn!reader #atsumu x gn!reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #miya atsumu scenarios

[themultifandomgal]

Antonio- Trying For A Baby/Finding Out

Shit shit shit. That's all I can think as I sit on the toilet seat after I just finished throwing up. My period is late, my boobs hurt. I have all of the tell tale signs of being pregnant. Yes Antonio and I have spoken about having a baby, but we didn't mean now. We've only been together for a year, living together for only like 6 months, how's Antonio going to react. I suppose I first of all need to see if I'm actually pregnant so I grab my purse and head to the nearest convenience store. I pick up a box of pregnancy sticks, purchase them and run home before anyone can see me.

The longest 5 minutes of my life happen and now I'm staring at two pink lines. Shit.

Shaking I stand up and place the test on the side of the sink while I wash my hands. How am I going to tell Antonio? How do we tell Eva and Diego? Will it be frowned upon because Antonio and I aren't married or even engaged? Oh god and my brothers, how are they going to react? The sound of the door opening pulls me out of my thoughts

"YN?" Antonio shouts

"Coming" I throw the used stick in the trash and the unused I put in the cupboard with my pads. I run out of the bathroom and downstairs to greet Antonio. I kiss his cheek "how was work?"

"Made a few arrests so it was a good day. How was your day?"

"Fine. Cleaned the house, had a nap, sorted Eva and Diego's beds for when they come to stay next week"

"Have you eaten at all?" He asks, but the thought of food turns my stomach

"Er yeah, I ate earlier" I lie

"I'll order in then. You sure you won't want anything?"

"No I'm good" I smile. I make my way to the couch and sit down. After Antonio orders his food he sits next to me, I immediately snuggle into him.

His food finally arrives but when Antonio joins me back on the couch the smell makes me immediately run to the toilet

"Babe? You alright?" I hear him shout for me as I start heaving in the toilet bowl, bringing up the small amount of food I've managed to eaten today "babe?" I grab some toilet paper wipe my nose and mouth before flushing the toilet and brush my teeth "what's wrong? Are you not well?" Antonio frowns. My eyes start to water "babe talk to me what's going on?" Knowing I can't hid this from him I spit and take a deep breath sitting back on the seat of the toilet

"I'm pregnant" I whisper. After a moment of silence I look up at Antonio "please say something"

"I'm sorry, I was just waiting for you to tell me why your sad about this"

"Your not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" Antonio smiles cupping my face in his hands "we're having a baby"

"We've only just moved in together and we didn't plan this for now. We've been carful"

"Have we though? I can think of a few occasions where I've..."

"Ok ok I get it" I giggle as Antonio wipes my tears

"That's that smile. I know we didn't plan to have this baby now, but we knew we would one day so what makes now any different? I love you YN YLN and I can't wait to meet this little one"

"I love you too Toni. So much. I'm just worried about Eva and Diego. Also what about my brothers. We aren't married and we have 8 years between us, what if people talk?"

"Then let them talk. Our friends don't care and anyway it's only 8 years, it not like I'm twice your age. Eva and Diego will be fine and if your worried about Laura then don't be. This is nothing to do with her. I'm 36 YN and I know you want at least 2 children so better to start now before we get to old" Antonio chuckles

"When should we tell Eva and Diego?"

"I think sooner rather than later. So they can get used to the idea, also they hopefully won't feel then like we've left them out"

"I agree" I nod my head

"You ready to leave the bathroom?"

"Yeah" I breathe out standing up with Antonio's help

"Do you want anything to eat now?"

"Maybe some pancakes with syrup?"

"Go sit on the couch and I'll make you some"

"Your the best" I kiss Antonio's cheek.

#antonio dawson #antonio dawson imagine #antonio dawson x reader #Antonio Dawson x you #Antonio Dawson x oc #Antonio Dawson can #one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago pd

[drpeppertummy]

despite the opening nothin actually happens in this😔Oh Well

[stuffing]

"Do you want to do anything special tonight?" asked Connie.

"Anything's special if you're there," said Val, smiling across the table at her.

"Oh, shut up," she grinned, reaching out and taking his hand. "Come on, it's your maybe-not-actually-birthday. How can we make it memorable?" Val thought for a moment, rubbing his chin.

"Remember the other day when you tripped and shoved me into the wall?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you do that again?"

"Val!" Connie exclaimed, laughing. He gave her a sly smile. "No, I don't know about that. I'd be afraid to hurt you."

"Darn. Throttle me a little?"

"Sorry, Charlie."

"Shoot. How about biting, would you bite me?"

"That, I think I can handle," said Connie. Val smiled sweetly at her and leaned to kiss her hand.

"You're a sport, Connie," he said.

"Well, you look like you'd taste pretty good," she giggled. He flashed her a suave smile, waggling his eyebrows, and they both broke into a fit of laughter. As they did, the waitress came along with their dinner.

The couple were out for a date that night at one of the nicer restaurants in the area to celebrate what Connie had declared to be Val's birthday. Val didn't know when exactly his birthday was; the calendar was different in hell, and he'd never bothered to figure out where it fell in the human world. Connie hated any kind of fuss on her own birthday, but Val not having one to celebrate drove her nuts, so she picked one for him. He was both surprised and touched by the gesture. From there on out, they'd been celebrating his birthday at the start of June.

Connie dug into her seafood pasta while Val cut a piece off of his own dinner. She often remarked that he ate like a bird, but there was one instance where that wasn't true, and it was when raw meat was involved. He didn't have it often, but every once in a while, if they went out somewhere nice, he'd splurge a little and indulge in the rarest hunk of beef they'd let him order. Connie had found it disconcerting when they'd first met, but he'd been too charming to pass up over an odd eating habit. Later on, of course, she'd learned where he was really from and what he really was, and that explained a number of things, including his diet. It had been a strange thing to accept, but accept it she had, and with that, she'd earned herself the most loyal man love could buy.

"How's your pasta?"

"Great. Want a scallop?" She stuck one with her fork and held it out.

"Oh, you can't go offering your scallops to people, you gotta hang on to those. Besides, I've got my hands full over here," said Val, gesturing to his steak.

"I'll say," chuckled Connie. "That's a big one."

An additional quirk of Val's when it came to steak was that he almost never brought home leftovers. Anything else, he'd fill up quickly and have a box to go, but with steak, it seemed he just couldn't resist eating the whole thing at once. He would always reason that it just wasn't as good the next day. Connie, who felt the same way about pizza, couldn't argue, but she often wondered how uncomfortable he must be at the end of the night with a belly full of raw meat. He was small and trim, and she liked to joke that the steaks were as big as he was. Of course, he never acted like his stomach hurt afterwards, but the pained groans and gurgles of his overstuffed belly told a different tale. Still, if he enjoyed it, she wasn't about to dampen his meal.

Val wasn't in any hurry to admit it, but he filled up just as quickly on steak as he did on anything else. As a matter of fact, he was already full. He ate it so infrequently, though, that he found it difficult not to go a little wild. He'd worn his belt a notch looser than he ordinarily would for that reason, and he was glad he did. His tummy was beginning to press tightly against the waist of his pants. He paused for a moment, sighing as he leaned back in his seat. Connie glanced up from her pasta. She watched Val for a moment, amused, as he sat gazing off into space.

"You alright?"

"Hm?" He blinked and looked at her.

"You look a little spaced out," she said.

"Oh, I was just thinking about how much I love you," he said, propping his chin up with his hand and smiling softly at her. It was a silly excuse, but it wasn't a lie. Connie was easy to love, and she occupied a large and constant space in his mind. She was kind, funny, easygoing, and wonderfully caring. He'd fallen head over heels in love with her laid-back personality and her plain, sturdy looks the moment he met her, and three years later, that affection had yet to falter.

"You are such a dork," she said, smiling.

"I'm your dork."

"Darn right, you are. How's your steak?"

"Good. Big."

"You full yet?"

"Nah," he lied. She gave him a skeptical look and he smiled at her, shrugging.

"Don't go giving yourself a tummyache," she warned.

"I'll do my best," he said, picking up his fork again. Full as he was, the steak hadn't lost its appeal yet. As he kept eating, though, the pleasant fullness in his belly began to fade into a taut feeling of discomfort. His pants were growing increasingly snug around his middle. Fortunately, his sweater was loose enough to hide the bulge of his belly. He looked down at his plate. There was only a little bit left, though he knew how deceptive those last few bites could be. Glancing across the table, he saw that Connie had already set down her fork, having decided to save the rest for tomorrow.

"Y'know, I bet that little chunk would make a good midnight snack," she suggested.

"Maybe," he said, although he didn't seem sure. He placed a tentative hand on his full belly.

"You know if you try to finish it your tummy's gonna hurt. Why don't you save a little room for dessert?"

"You make a good point," he agreed, although his tummy wasn't feeling great as it was, and he was definitely too full for dessert. Still, his sweet tooth was hard to ignore. "Alright, I'll quit."

The two asked for boxes and ordered dessert, though Val wasn't sure his stomach could take it. The piece of tiramisu in front of him seemed massive in comparison to the nonexistent space in his belly. Connie, who'd had the sense to not stuff herself silly, was already enjoying her chocolate cake. For a moment, he considered bringing the tiramisu home, but like the steak, it looked too good to resist. It only took a few bites to push him from "too stuffed" to "way too stuffed," but against all his senses, he finished it. He was unable to suppress a soft groan as he leaned back in his seat, resting a hand on his bloated tummy.

"You okay?"

"I may have overdone it a little."

It was an uncomfortable ride home, but at long last, Val was able to swap his too-tight trousers for a more comfortable pair of pajama pants. With a heavy sigh, he flopped back onto the bed, both hands resting on his full belly.

"We may have to postpone that biting business," he said reluctantly.

"Damn," said Connie. "I was gonna get you good, too." Val blushed.

"Next time?"

"Deal." She laid down next to him, placing a hand on his tummy. "Sheesh, I don't blame you. You're really stuffed." His stomach gurgled in agreement. He smiled sheepishly. Snuggling up close to him, Connie rubbed his tummy in gentle circles, and he leaned in to kiss her nose.

"I love you," he said, gazing adoringly into her eyes. She cupped his cheek and kissed him softly.

"I love you too."

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #xvalx #xconniex

[eldritch-spouse]

Some eyes for my crown jaw-el~? I also have urges to just eat your handsome bois, just eat them sashimi style with all the bloody flavours💕 they just look so delicious

(hihi from violent urge anon)

[Sashimi 😩.]

Based on this post.

TW: Gore; Abuse; Sexual abuse.

To take Obie's eyes, you knew you had to be very careful. You were well aware of their effects, the demon had used them on you before. This wave of ice so so cold, freezing so badly that it felt like an inferno, like your organs were screaming and shriveling up, compressing on themselves. You couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't shriek, just had to take it, stand there and wheeze like a dying animal.

It hurt him too, you know it, but the fact that the glutton would rather torture you this way repeatedly than let you go, claim that he does it because he loves you- That hurt more. He doesn't need his teeth, and you've decided he doesn't need his eyes too.

" Oh quit sobbing, will you? " You chastise the still bound demon, who now only trembles and gasps in between bouts of choking on his own drool. " Overgrown baby. "

His eyeballs rest on your hands, decently heavy, warm, still bright. It seems the moment the optic nerve is severed, their powers cease entirely, giving you the newly presented ability to properly evaluate his cerulean hues. " After all, I can finally look you in the eyes! Isn't that romantic, Obie? " You dip to scritch lovingly at his horns, planting a bloody kiss on his forehead. " And they're so pretty too... I think I'll be keeping them. "

The question is where... You don't think you have a vial pretty enough for them. Is there a way to keep them as vibrant as they are now? You worry their beautiful glossy blue glow will fade with time. How sad.

You place them on a platter, the same one where you put his teeth as you removed them one by one. Demons are quite sturdy, he hasn't passed out once yet. What's next... Well, if you plan to keep Obie after all, then you'll need to de-claw him too. Those are quite dangerous, yes they are. What if you took his arms though? Just the whole thing. That's playing it safe, but who knows, he might learn to behave before you have to do something so risky. Dismembering someone is a lot of work.

De-clawing it is, you nod to yourself, glancing at the already bloodied pair of pliers you'll need to disinfect later. For now though, it couldn't hurt to give your demon a little break.

Circling around the blinded, toothless monster, you squat and hug him from behind, finally feeling safe enough to truly embrace Obie. Now that he can't hurt you anymore. Your hands trace up and down his front, feeling the glutton shake himself apart, tracing his ribs, his stomach, and gradually starting to rub over his pants. Obie makes a distressed, garbled whimper, body flinching, the crooked tail you previously stepped mercilessly on trying desperately to swat and thrash but achieving only small, immeasurably painful twitches.

It sounds like he's crying harder, but you can't quite tell, all that comes out his sockets is just more blood while he curves and weeps quietly. Shock maybe? Who cares.

" There there... " You mock, pulling his half-hard cock out. Adrenaline is one Hell of a thing, right? Never lets you down. " You didn't need them anyway, sweetie. "

Something horrible blooms within you. " I did this for us. "

#Obie oc #tw gore

[livelovesimallways]

The Weekend Pt. 3......

(Previous)

It’s been nearly two months since things went down between me, my sister and Sean. Dana forgave him for messing with Julia and despite my best efforts, he went back home. While they moved on and continued planning their wedding, I distanced myself again. Opening up those old wounds made me bitter, angry and hell bent on making sure I got my "lick back". I didn’t care what it cost, Sean had to pay for breaking my heart. I wanted to confess everything to Dana sooner but I realized doing it during that time wasn't the way to go. Humph,  with how I was feeling, something misdirected and reckless surely would have come out my mouth. Now that I’ve calmed down, I’m ready to tell her all of it. Even though Sean is the catalyst for this, Dana has a right to know. It’s going to hurt without my sister in my life, but I put myself in this position. Damn...We really do reap what we sow.

The Following Week.....

"Shit! Girl, you scared me." I said, trying to catch my breath.

"My bad...Just making sure you're good. I mean, the way you ran out the kitchen..."

"I know, I know...I'm fine though. Thanks for lookin out."

"Of course...But umm, are you sure you're good? You've thrown up almost every day for a week now."

"Yeah, but you know how sensitive my stomach is. I've been eating too much dairy. Plus the smell of eggs always makes me nauseous, it just got to me today."

"I understand that but..."

"But what? What are you trying to say?"

"It might be morning sickness."

"Look, I appreciate your concern but it's not possible."

"Nothing is one hundred percent, Dee. Your sugar daddy may be older but I'm sure he still has swimmers."

"Okay eww, he ain't that old. He's fifty but the odds of that happening are less than one percent." I said, doing a cutting motion.

"Well still, if you wanna check I have some tests upstairs. Don't ask." *both snickering* "You gone find out either way so..."

"Fine ho, I'll do it." I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous...Did it come up yet?"

"........."

"Mimi??"

"Ummm, Yeah...It's positive."

"Positive??? Nah, that can't be right." I said, grabbing the test in complete disbelief. "Fuck!...Maybe it's a false result."

"A false positive?? You're my bestie but..."

"I know. This is fuckin crazy though. I swear he definitely had a vasectomy. I was even nursing him back to health. "

"Seems like you were doing more than that." *smirking*

"This is not the time, Mimi." I said, smiling although fearful and in shock.

Trying to make sense of this, I started to put together a timetable in my head. I thought about how long I've missed my period, how long I've been feeling sick and who I've had sex with. As my stomach sank, Mimi asked question, reminding me of the shit storm that is to come.

"Are you still having your sister over later or is that off the table?

To Be Continued..........

Next

#black simblr #sims story #sims 3 story #ts3 story #dana #deanna #mimi #new story name #the weekend

[writteninthesewalls28]

Family

A story about a girl wanting to find out the truth

A/n: And…. Second chapter!

Warnings: mentions of death

Milly's POV:

After Calum left unexpectedly, I was happy when my phone rang and I saw Louis' caller ID. Finally getting my mind off of him and his weird reaction.

"Hello lovely brother!" I answered the phone. He didn’t answer immediately.

"Everything okay over there Milly? You never call me that." Louis can read me like an open book, like Calum. He immediately finds out when something’s going on and we mostly tend to mess with one another, we always did that and it will probably never change.

I let out a nervous breath. Telling both of them on the same day was definitely not my plan, but spontaneous things are normally better than plans.

"Ummm… I had an argument with Calum today. Not that deep though, don’t worry." Louis was overprotective, very overprotective and especially when we’re talking about the boyfriends of his little sisters. So adding that is a better idea, if I don’t wanna risk Calum's safety.

"Oh, I'm sorry, what happened? What did he do?"

"He just didn’t quite understand decisions I made…" I heard him holding his breath. He already knew where this is going. He then said:

"Do you want to find them?" He didn’t even had to add, who they were, I knew right away. There was this weird understanding between us.

"Yes.”

"And you’re doing it alone.”

"Yes."

I wasn’t able to say much more. I was too scared of his reaction. It took him some time to respond, which made me go crazy. What is he gonna say? Is he mad?

"You know Milly, you'll always be my sister. The DNA doesn’t matter to me, it doesn’t matter to anyone in our family. It didn’t matter to mum. We love you." He paused for a second, taking a deep breath.

"But if you feel like doing this, I'll support you and just know we’re here, Lots, Phoebe and Daisy, me, even Fizz and mum." I teared up. Getting his support is the biggest thing he could give me.

"Thanks Lou, I love you so much!" I said, trying to stop the tears from falling.

"And by the way, if Calum has a problem with you doing this alone, he literally doesn’t deserve you." That made me laugh. Louis never fails to make me happy again whenever I cried. Oh how much I loved him and how happy I was, he is my brother.

Later at night, at about 8 pm, I heard the door closing and Calums footsteps on the stairs. I sat in the bedroom watching my favorite Harry Potter movie, the prisoner of askaban while eating tons of oreos, my favorite type of food. In the scene where Remus misses class and Snape teaches the students about werewolves, Cal enters the room, looks what’s on the TV and lies down right next to me, putting his arm on my shoulders. The butterflies were going wild in my stomach, as if he didn’t already do that hundreds of times. He then quickly grabs the remote and pauses the movie. My head quickly turned to him, looking at his beautiful face. How lucky was I, to have a boyfriend like him? My cute little Cal.

"Could you maybe hear me out?" He said. I wasn’t mad at him, just confused what caused that reaction after I opened up to him about my plans for the future. I wanted to know what I did wrong.

"Of course.” I responded. I really wanted to hear what he had to say, happy he already wants to apologize. Normally, it takes days for Calum to realize his mistakes or understand his feelings. He’s often overwhelmed by his own emotions and doesn’t know how to react.

"I'm sorry." He looked like a baby, like a literal baby.

"I didn’t want to react like this, but, what I later realized was, that I was just afraid they could hurt you and I wouldn’t be there to protect you." Oh my god, I never even thought about that, that he actually worried about that, not being able to protect me and be there for me. Now I felt bad, really bad.

"Oh, sweetie, I didn’t even thought about that! I’m so sorry!" I silently added 'Thanking his bandmates for helping him understand his feelings and giving him the courage to directly talk to me' to my To-Do list because he was only already doing this because of them. Calum pulled me into a soft, warm hug.

"You did nothing wrong." He then whispered in my ear. I felt safe. For me, a safe place was wherever Calum was. But still, I had to do this adventure alone, finding out about my family, my heritage. It’s what I planned to do a long time ago. I promised it, even though it was a promise to myself.

Calum then took again the remote and pressed 'play' so the movie continued.

"Let’s do a Harry Potter date night, shall we?“ he asked and I happily went to get more snacks. Feeling better because we talked about our misunderstanding and can get back to the good things in life. Watching Harry Potter was definitely a part of it.

Cal's POV:

Lying here, with his arms wrapped around her, watching their comfort movie together, was Calum's happy place. He wanted to do nothing else, but this. With her, he was himself, his true self. Nothing could hurt him whenever she’s around. His world is all around her. And in a situation he felt exactly how he felt when the first kiss in Phoenix happened. The fireworks in his stomach were going off again and he only saw her. His beautiful girlfriend. He knew, it’s going to be hard, letting her go, to find her parents. Knowing anyone can hurt her, that thought stressed him. But he knew, she’s strong. She’s a strong, independent lawyer who fights for her clients, fights for everyone who needs it.

"Milly, just know that I believe in you. I’m gonna be there for you, whenever you need it." He whispered, but he didn’t get a response. She fell asleep, right in his arms, looking like the cutest person on earth. How lucky was he, to have a girlfriend like her?

#maddys fanfic

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

tell me you have any updates today, it's the best part of my day and I need to distract myself

I don't know if I'll have any updates today BUT I did write a new Remadora one shot!

Maybe I can offer something else, too? Sometimes I write scenes that never see the light of day - I guess you could call them deleted scenes. Here's one that I wrote for Cariad (would've been in the next update, but you won't see it in the official chapter). It's just a fluffy scene, didn't really advance the plot, so I cut it out. (Oh and edited to add that the Babybolt idea came from @artemisia-black’s fabulous fic The Dog and Deer Detective Agency!)

Enjoy! (Scene under the cut)

“I cannot wait for these bloody elections to be over!”

Tonks threw herself onto the sofa and growled into a pillow.  

“Another long day?” 

Tonks opened her left eye and found Remus standing over her, with a steaming cup of tea in one hand and a plateful of biscuits in the other.

“You should eat.”

With an exaggerated groan, Tonks propped herself up on the sofa and snatched a biscuit from the plate. 

“The kids are asleep, aren’t they?”

“Teddy tired himself out on the Kidsweep and Hope followed him around on her Babybolt. They won’t be up till morning.”

Tonks nibbled on the ginger biscuit, her stomach gurgling loudly from hunger. She glanced at the clock – it was only nine, but it felt later to her.

“The big Potter bash is happening tomorrow,” Remus reminded her. He took a seat on the sofa and kissed her temple. “I’ll get the kids ready so you can sleep in.”

Tonks mumbled a thank you to him and took another bite of her biscuit. With the Wizengamot elections coming up in the next week and all the seats available, the DMLE had worked overtime for months to pick up the slack. Though they couldn’t write laws, judge criminals, or sentence them, they were tasked with enforcing the laws that currently existed. Moreover, they were adjusting to the new duties brought upon them by the reorganization of the DRCMC. 

It meant long days of endless paperwork, managing criminals who couldn’t be sent to Azkaban or freed yet, and fixing the mess of prejudiced procedures left by the old DRCMC.

“Did you fly with them too?”

“Only a little,” Remus answered. “The Comet’s too fast for me.”

“The Cleansweep 3000 is even faster.” Tonks grinned, seeing the two new, sleek broomsticks hanging on the wall next to the garden door. “If only I had more time to ride it.” She stared at it longingly, wanting to feel the wind on her face and the freedom of an open sky.

“Why don’t you? It’s cool enough now that it’s dark out.”

“Come with me.” Tonks stood and took Remus’s hand. “Ten minutes. The kids’ll be okay.”

Remus waved his wand in an arc in the direction of the children’s bedrooms, murmuring additional enchantments on them. Though their home had nearly every magical protection on it, extra charms couldn’t hurt.

Tonks grabbed her new Cleansweep – a gift from Quality Quidditch Supplies – and kicked off the ground. She soared higher and higher in the air until she felt the edges of their boundaries.

Remus was less sure on his broomstick and ascended slowly from the garden. Tonks sat in the air, watching his cautious approach, while feeling the gentle August breeze on her face and in her hair. 

Just as he came close, she took a nosedive, curved down within feet of the earth, and rushed back up to meet his bewildered stare.

“I don’t know how you can do that.”

“It’s fun. You should try it sometime.”

“I’ve always seen flying as means to an end,” Remus mused aloud. He gripped his broomstick hard, looking down every few seconds. 

Tonks laughed at him, earning an exasperated glare in return. “We can give the broom away, you know. I’m sure Denys or Wally would love it.”

“I did think of Wally—he’s desperate to play Quidditch for Ravenclaw—but Lottie wants him to focus on his studies for another year.”

“He’s not doing poorly, is he?”

“Not at all. He’s one of the best students in his year, but he’s going into his second year. He’s still young.” 

Tonks felt the broomstick shiver under her touch; it wasn’t meant to stay stationary for so long. She winked at Remus and sped away on the Cleansweep, letting it take her on a wild, curving path over the tree line near their home. 

A rustling sound arrived on her right-hand side a minute later. Remus, white-knuckled and focused, had joined her. She looked back, grinning at him, and made them take a sharp right turn. He yelped, but followed, staying with her as she tested the limits of what the broomstick could do. Though he didn’t mirror all her moves, he tried his best. From the snatches between her daredevil twists and turns, she saw the mischief and joy in his eyes. 

#cariad #writing update #kind of #deleted scene #behind the scenes #writing stuff #remadora

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 8

The ride back to the lair was silent and tense as Dr. Two Brains drove. He insisted he was still fine to drive despite his henchmen's protests. "Are you sure your okay boss? Maybe you can lie down in the back if your not feeling well. Charlie and I can drive back." Joey had suggested to the villain. Two Brains didn't want anyone to worry about him right now. He felt fine. Sure his body was sore but that comes with age and nothing was broken at all. Dr. Two Brains grunted a bit as he clutched the side of his head again, feeling a headache which most likely came from getting blasted by that weird and infernal contraption. Two Brains could feel the henchmen staring at him with concern but not opting to say anything as to not agitate their boss's current mood. The mad scientist gave a mental sigh, while he was fine physically, his mental health was another problem. This time it wasn't the usual things one would deal with as a result of being fused to a vicious lab mouse with an obsession for cheese. He couldn't shake that vision he experience while out cold. On one one hand he swore it was a memory of his childhood. There were details from it that he could still recall today. On the other hand, it felt like he was having a nightmare, seeing that evil duplicate version of his kid self. Still, Dr. Two Brains couldn't help shake a cold feeling in his stomach that despite the fantastical imagery, that vision was all too real in a certain and strange sense. That sent a shiver down his spine. Becky anxiously waited for her dad to get home after dropping off the henchmen. Becky could feel Bob patting her knee in comfort, but it wasn't helping ease her worries or anxious thoughts right now. 'Maybe I should have taken dad to a hospital in the first place, or at least stayed with him until an ambulance arrived. I should have at least tied him up so he wouldn't have touched the machine in the first place.' Becky felt her worries and guilt eat at her. She knew her dad looked fine, but seeing her dad accidentally get shocked and hurt by an invention always made her frantic, anxious, and wracked with worry. Any incident that was like...that day, always made her feel this badly. That incident was always a sore subject in the Boxleitner household. Becky was suddenly snapped out of her troublesome thoughts when she heard the doorknob turning. She swiveled her head to see her dad walk into their home like nothing had happened in the last few hours. "Dad! Your back!" Becky exclaimed as she jumped up from the couch she was sitting on and ran towards her dad, giving him a tight hug. "Woah! Easy there kiddo, Still a bit sore from earlier." Dr. Two Brains joked as he winced a little from his child's elated hug. Becky quickly released him, looking sheepish and apologetic for forgetting. "Sorry." she muttered. "That's alright Becky. I understand what your feeling right now. Though it is a good idea to not reveal your emotions like that in front of people while your Wordgirl." Dr. Two Brains lightly scolded her, alluding to earlier. Becky flushed redder. "I know dad I'm sorry. I was just worried. You weren't waking up and I didn't know if you were okay." Becky began to explain frantically. Then she stopped as a thought came to her. "Was how I treated The Learnerer too mean?" Becky asked with concern. Dr. Two Brains sighed, his demeanor calmer, he knew why she asked that type of question. All courtesy of a certain alien bully. Dr. Two Brains knelt down and placed a gentle hand on his daughter's shoulders and stared right into her gaze. "No kiddo. The way you reacted was typical of how any child would feel seeing their parents hurt." He then kissed her forehead and straightened himself up. A warm smile forming on his face. "Let's forget about today and I'll make some of my special deep cheese dish lasagna for dinner and watch some tv later. Sound good?" The mad scientist suggest. Both Becky and Bob nodded very eagerly and happily at the idea. @melodythebunny @drtwobrainsstuff

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #dr two brains #joey the henchmen #charlie the henchmen #the learnerer #bob/captain huggy face #becky boxleitner au #the fall of fair city #miss power referenced #tw: anxiety

[zoeykallus]

Crosshair – Intoxicating 4/4

Short FF Crosshair x Female Reader

Warnings:!!! NO Happy Ending

Angst/Hurt/Pain/Injury/Death/ Emotional Hurt/ Physical Hurt/ Heartache/ Violence/ Generally Ouch

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Author's Comment:

Mind the warnings, this is NOT a happy ending. This was not planned, I just write and then something happens, this time something unpleasant happened. I haven't done any proofreading yet, because honestly I can't do that at the moment. Maybe later.

I told you not to let me listen to sad music while writing.

I tried to put all warnings out front, without giving away too much.

I know I tagged a few people, but only read this if you think you are up for this.

And no I'm totally not crying over my own stupid writing

On repeat while writing:

Three Days Grace - Lifetime

Saturn - Sleeping At Last

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Part 4 - Pain

You lay in the grass for quite a while, caressing each other, exchanging kisses. Crosshair was surprisingly gentle and affectionate. You expected many things, but certainly not this.

Neither of you were thinking about the sniper lesson that had been planned.

You suddenly heard him say into the silence, "You're intoxicating, I don't think I can ever get enough of you".

This statement caught you unexpectedly and you felt his words spread warmth in your chest and release a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. His lips touched yours and stopped you from answering him as he engaged you in another heartfelt kiss.

The kiss tingled under your skin, from your head down to your toes, and you felt almost weightless. You realized you had fallen head over heels for a man you had until recently thought you couldn't stand.

The hours flew by and it was already getting dark when you finally boarded his shuttle and he took you back to your house and workshop. He accompanied you to the front door. You wanted to ask him to stay with you overnight, but for some reason you didn't dare, you were too nervous.

Instead, you asked him, "When is the next lesson?"

A knowing smile spread across his lips.

"So you were satisfied with the lesson?"

You felt heat rise to your face and your ears grew hot.

"You could say that, yes," you admitted and an almost shy smile, returned his.

He gave you a soft kiss on the lips, his hand warm against your cheek.

"If you want, I'll come back tomorrow afternoon and pick you up".

Blinking, you tried to sort out your thoughts, which were jumbled by the touch of his lips.

"Okay" you finally answered him "I will wait for you here".

You watched him leave your yard, at the gate he turned to you once more, with a smirk he winked at you, put a fresh toothpick between his lips and finally disappeared from your sight.

He didn't show up the next day. You sat for a long time in your yard, between your boxes, it was already dark for a long time, when you retreated disappointed into your house. You tried to console yourself with all sorts of speculations that something had come up, that maybe his shuttle was on strike and needed repair.

You waited in your yard for the following days, too, on the third day a strange, empty pain had spread inside you, its intensity you would never admit, neither in front of him nor in front of anyone else. Even to yourself, you told yourself that it didn't feel so bad, even though it was like something was eating you from the inside out.

You told yourself that you shouldn't have been surprised, that it should have been clear to you that he was just out for an adventure and wouldn't come back. Nevertheless, you waited every day on your yard, for weeks.

At some point the pain was dull and like an annoying echo. You told yourself that you had long since given up waiting for him, but a part of you listened excitedly every time a customer approached, only to smile in disappointment at a person in your store who was not the Sniper you longed for.

It had been almost three months when, just as you were putting your merchandise away again that evening, you heard the gate.

"Sorry, I'm just closing," you said without looking back.

A voice familiar to you said teasingly, "Hmm, too bad, I was hoping to look around a bit."

You held your breath for a second, then sighed, yet didn't turn around.

"As I said, we're closed"

You heard footsteps approaching, but you ignored them and continued to put your goods back into the boxes.

"Hey, Kitten, aren't you even going to look at me?"

The pet name he called you got under your skin, made memories flare up, and your heart tightened in your chest.

"Not really," you said as calmly as you could.

"What about the lessons?" he asked softly.

You slammed the blaster you were about to put away into the box and turned around. Crossing your arms in front of your chest you said, "You're about three months late. I'm not interested in our deal anymore."

You expected to see a smug smile or hear a sarcastic remark, but his expression was soft and guilty, his gaze half-lowered as he said, "I'm sorry, I know I've kept you waiting quite a while."

You frowned, part of you was unsettled, confused, you weren't sure if he was just trying to wrap you around his finger for another intimate round or if there was more to it.

"Honestly," he began "I didn't want to come back here in the first place."

You clenched your teeth so hard for a moment your jaw hurt. It wasn't nice to hear that.

"Then just get out of here again" you growled, turning away and continuing to put away your goods "I don't want you here anyway"

You nearly choked your voice as you spoke in an attempt not to cry. You hated yourself for allowing him to make you so weak.

He came closer and you suddenly felt his hands on your tense shoulders and paused in your movement.

"We both know that's not true," he said softly.

When you didn't answer, he asked, "Do you remember what you asked me in the shuttle?"

You still didn't give him an answer.

"You meant that my shuttle, my life was like I was constantly on the run. You were right."

You sighed and said in an strained voice, "I don't want to hear excuses now, I don't care if you have commitment issues, can't settle down, or live a nomadic life. Just leave me alone."

He spun you around by your shoulders and held you by them.

"That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about being hunted by the Empire, I'm a deserter and I have some high ranking enemies in the Empire" he said impatiently and forcefully "Being here puts us both in danger. They were already on my tail, it took a long time to shake them off and get here"

You looked up into his serious face, which immediately softened again as you looked at him from wide eyes.

"Then why did you come back?" you asked so quietly that he almost didn't hear you.

He smiled wryly with his hand against your cheek and said, "I just couldn't stay away from you, I missed you."

Deeper inside him, there was still a part of the answer to your question that he didn't say, not yet, but he promised himself that he would someday. You were the first person he really felt connected to, the one who got deep under his skin, whose smile touched something inside him he didn't even know existed.

When your lips touched, it felt like your body was being washed clean of all the pain you had felt in the last three months. You were already half immersed in forgiveness and longing when he jerked away from the kiss. Startled, you looked up at him and saw that his eyes were wandering back and forth.

"Do you have a back way out of your yard?" he asked quietly, seriously.

You followed his gaze, sensing that something was wrong, so you didn't ask any questions. You reached for his hand.

"I guess we have to be quick," you said quietly.

He nodded.

"Just follow me," you said, jerking him along with you.

The next moment, blaster shots flew around your ears, you ducked your heads, running between crates of your wares toward the house. You led him to your basement door and ran down the stairs with him.

"You have an underground secret passage? I knew you were incredibly cool," he remarked with amusement as he followed you down a narrow underground passageway to a ladder that led back up a few streets away.

Back on the surface, you looked around nervously.

"I'm sorry I got you into this," he said seriously.

You laughed softly, "It's okay, my life wasn't that great anyway".

Crosshair looked at you, seeming torn as he said, "If you come with me, you'll be on the run for the rest of your life. I know I have no right to ask you for this, but I know I don't want to be without you. Will you come with me?"

"It's not like I have a choice now," you said laconically, smiling at him, "Of course I'm coming with you, you dumbass."

He grinned at you, pressed a quick kiss to your lips and said "Come on, let's sneak to my shuttle and get out of here"

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, it was so exciting that Crosshair was back, that you were about to go head over heels just leaving everything behind.

As you crossed the landing pad, blaster fire flew around your ears again, hastily you ran ducked towards the shuttle. Adrenaline flooded your system, everything was so clear, every sound, every smell, every movement, your body was working at full speed. Adrenaline was indeed nature's miracle drug.

Crosshair opened the ramp and dashed right to the top of it, you were right behind him. He ran right through to the cockpit and shouted, "Close the ramp, I'll start the shuttle and get us into hyperspace by the fastest route!"

You complied with his request, turned around and your fingers pressed the switch to close the ramp. The next moment, as the ramp closed and the shuttle lifted off, you felt that you could not breathe properly. A strange pain spread through your chest. A strange smell of something burning rose to your nostrils.

You turned around, away from the ramp, and every movement was as heavy as lead. The pain in your chest prevented you from breathing. You looked down at yourself, looking in disbelief at the burn hole in your clothes left by the blaster shot that had hit you in the chest.

Your gaze went to the open cockpit, where Crosshair sat in the pilot's chair with his back to you, steering the shuttle into space, past attacking fighters, into the blackness of space.

Your back hit the closed ramp as you tipped backwards and you slid down it to the floor. You sat there, feeling the pain burning in your chest, taking over your entire mind, it was overwhelming. Your lungs just wouldn't fill with air, but instead your mind filled with fear and panic.

You wanted to call out to him, but no sound came across your lips. A few tears rolled down your cheeks. Your body tensed, you wanted the pain to stop, that all-consuming pain that felt like liquid fire burning through your chest and into your lungs.

Your gaze was fixed on the back of Crosshair's head as it slowly subsided. You thought about how cruel fate was, the exciting journey you had begun was coming to an end much sooner than you had expected.

Very slowly your senses faded, one after the other. You probably should have been afraid, but even the fear faded away, because the pain was hardly noticeable. It was so peaceful. You saw the lights of the hyperspace jump flashing in the viewport of the cockpit and were grateful and glad that Crosshair would escape. He was safe.

His heart beat wildly, calming only slowly. He grinned with satisfaction as he got up from the pilot's seat.

"We got away from them!" he shouted excitedly, not knowing that you could no longer hear his words.

The shuttle was in hyperspace and on its way to freedom. He turned around and saw you sitting on the ground by the ramp.

"What's the matter with you? Out of breath already?" he asked teasingly, stepping out of the cockpit down the hallway toward you.

The smile disappeared from his face and he paused. He stood like that for quite a while, looking at you sitting there. The blaster wound in the middle of your chest, your eyes open, staring into nothingness. He blinked, unable to move for the first moment.

"Kitten?" he asked softly, though he knew long ago that you would never answer him again.

His stiffness finally broke and he stepped toward you, kneeling beside your lifeless body. He took your hand in his and said softly. "We did it, we lost them".

Crosshair leaned his forehead against yours and whispered, "I'm so sorry".

His heart that had beaten so wildly before, clenched painfully in his chest, a strange, brand new pain, overwhelming.

He half choked on his words as he said, "I shouldn't have come back, but I just couldn't stay away from you. You awakened something in me that I didn't know I possessed. I didn't know I was capable of feeling that way, I just couldn't give that up. Forgive me."

He sat down and pulled you into his arms while his shuttle carried him to where his life would continue, but unfortunately, not as planned, with you at his side.

@the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond

@moonstrider9904

@chxpsi

@nunanuggets

@clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi

#crosshair the bad batch #star wars #the bad batch #clonelove #clone force 99 #tbb #sw tbb #bad batch crosshair #clone trooper crosshair #commander crosshair #crosshair #crosshair bad batch #crosshair tbb #crosshair x reader #crosshair x you #tbb crosshair #tbb crosshair x reader #the bad batch crosshair #Hurt Crosshair #Hurt #Pain #Sad #Sad Crosshair #heartache #bad batch #bad batch x reader #star wars bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars: the bad batch #sw the bad batch

[sicjimin]

A.N : this is an old draft of mine and i changed it a little bit since i Dont know what is this actually, just a 8000+ words of Jimin feeling sick ... but i was watching their vlive and saw where Jimin stood up too fast and said that he feels anemic .. yeah .. so. .. :D ((i aplogize for the shitty writing TT))

TW : emeto, graphic descriptions of vomiting

Jimin didn't know when it starts or when he becomes aware of it. He hissed in pain, squeezing his eyes shut, his grip on the counter table tightens, he's sure his knuckles have turned white as he tried his best to not fall over on how dizzy he felt suddenly. He's grateful he was not holding anything or it will slips and broken from his hand.

"Fuck .." , he curses under his breath. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel how the whole room tilting.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself, before opening them again. His vision is still blurry but he can make out that the door has been opened and Yoongi has standing in front of him, worried.

"Hyung?", Jimin croaked out, his words become a little bit slurred as he still fighting to focus his gaze on the older's face. His head hurts so bad that he wants to just cry right now. He feels lightheaded.

" Jimin-ah, what happened? You look pale", Yoongi asked in a concerned tone and Jimin doesn't understand why his heart ached, at the tone.

Jimin can only shake his head slightly,—try to reassure his boyfriend but failed miserably as how everything around him seems like it is spinning. He tried to walk to the older—or the couch as he feels like his legs gonna give out anytime soon—but one step, and he chokes a quiet gasp when the floor under him tilted. He heard Yoongi's panicked gasp and felt a pair of hands grabbing at him tightly as Yoongi holds onto him—supporting his weight.

"Jimin!"

" I'm fine," He said trying to reassure the elder, again, but Yoongi shakes his head in a way that shows that he wasn't buying the younger's lies. "Can we move to the couch hyung?", He then asked softly, his voice was so low that even though it was hard for anyone to hear clearly, he knew Yoongi would easily catch it.

Yoongi nodded and gently guides them towards the living room. Jimin almost screams in joy when his body finally meets with the couch.

He sighs deeply as he let himself rest there.

"You're home early", Jimin said, a small grin forming on his lips.

"Yes I am. Are you okay?",

Jimin huffs, " Yes .. only sudden dizzy spells. Maybe it's my anemia again"

Yoongi nods slowly, scooting closer and pulling Jimin's head to rest on his shoulder. Jimin hums in contentment, especially when Yoongi's fingers start to card against his hair ; giving it light massages. "You're breaking into cold sweats, love"

"Jimin?", Yoongi calls, breaking the silence between them after a few minutes.

Jimin hummed in reply. The older continues, "Do you want something to eat?"

Jimin blinked a few times, processing what the elder said, "Ah no, I'm good hyung." He answers, his head still spinning and it kinda makes nausea pool in his stomach. He's sure he can't put anything in his mouth or it will gonna come back a few minutes later. "I'll eat later", he mumbles.

Yoongi frowns, " Have you eat anything today?"

"I have! I haven't eaten dinner yet", Jimin says, closing his eyes as he suddenly feels tired, " I was about to make dinner when I feel dizzy. But maybe i will pass", he gulps. The image of eating makes him salivate—but not in a good way.

He feels warm arms around him as Yoongi tightens his grip around him, and pinches his nose lightly, "I will make dinner for us, okay? You're not skipping dinner when you have a chef in front of you"

Jimin giggles, "Sure hyung," and nuzzled against Yoongi a little, before the rapper has to pull away and retreat to the kitchen.

He must have fallen asleep in the sound of Yoongi's clattering from the kitchen as he wakes up with someone shaking his arms, "Jimin-ah, wake up"

He opens his eyes and blinks once or twice, he feels groggy and confused. For some reason, the dizziness isn't gone and nausea only becomes more prominent in his stomach. And it feels like the quick nap sucked his energy. He feels weaker than earlier.

"Hyung? Oh my god i'm sorry i fell asleep"

The older chuckles, "It's alright, don't worry about it. Let's eat?"

Jimin turns his blurry gaze to the table, a kimchi jiggae has been served prettily on the pot, with 2 bowls of rice next to it.

"I just try to cook something simple", Yoongi says as he takes his bowl.

It looks delicious, but Jimin's stomach churns at the sight.

He closes his eyes, his fingers digging in his lap as he bites his bottom lip.

"Jimin?", Yoongi asks softly, " Hey are you okay?"

Jimin forces a smile, "Ya I'm okay, let's eat" He tries saying it calmly but his voice wavers a bit, sounding fake, he feels his insides twist even worse than before.

He feels weak, his head is pounding and he feels hot.

Yoongi frowns, looking concerned, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, let's eat," He repeats and he feels guilty as the older has been prepared for all of this. He should be fine, maybe he feels nauseous just because he's hungry. He can take meds after this.

"Okay", Yoongi says and reaches for the food. He places some of the kimchi jiggae in Jimin's bowl before adding a bit of the rice.

Jimin watches how the older places each dish onto his plate, his eyes darting between Yoongi and the food, " You're spoiling me"

Yoongi scoffs, "You like it!"

"I did", Jimin smiles, " Thank you", he says and takes a spoonful of it.

It tastes delicious actually, but his stomach is rolling once he swallows it. He sucked a deep breath and take another spoonful.

4 bites, and he couldn't do it anymore. He could already taste some of it splashing on the back of his throat.

He placed down his bowl, his fingers digging through his thighs as he rides coiling nausea inside.

"Jimin?"

Jimin scoots closer, throwing his head to Yoongi's crooks, making the older almost yelp in surprise and hurriedly placed his bowl down too as he grabs Jimin's waist, "Jimin-ah, what's wrong?"

"I feel awful", Jimin whimpers. He didn't realize he was crying until Yoongi wipes away the tears that had been trailing on his cheeks, " I'm sorry"

"Oh, sweetie", Yoongi whispers, running a hand on Jimin's hair.

Jimin lets out a shaky breath as he leans further, pressing his forehead on the elder's chest. Taking a soft scent of Yoongi's cologne as he tried to focus on the latter rub on his back.

His stomach lurches as another wave comes, pushing his insides more out. He felt sick, very sick. He sucked a deep breath. The dizziness coming back. He felt fuzzy—like too close to passing out.

It feels horrible.

He's going to puke.

"Hyung..", he croaks as he starts trembling. He pulls away, not opening his eyes as he is scared that it might set him off. "Can you get me a bag or anything?", his voice thick. He pressed his fingers tight against his lips, taking a deep inhale to not let the gag come up.

Yoongi nods quickly, "Right. Yeah", he replies as he gets up to go find it as he leaves his side to go to dont know where, Jimin could hear him rummaging and clattering somewhere.

Jimin takes another deep breath. Nausea is so thick—wrapping around him like a blanket. "Hyung .. hurry", he moans, and gagging wetly right after. The jjigae already filling his mouth.

It was only a few seconds—that feels like hours for Jimin, and Yoongi already sitting in front of him, shoving the convenience store bag in front of his mouth.

Jimin immediately leaned his mouth in there, feeling the warm liquid start creeping up on his throat as his body knows he can vomit now.

" Hyung, I'm sorry", Jimin mutters before he gags harshly, and a deep heave breaks past his lips. And he vomits, he could taste the kimchi jjigae he just ate slipping on his tongue. It burns.

He coughs harshly, spitting out the saliva.

"You're doing great, Minie", Yoongi says softly, massaging the sick man's nape. Jimin didn't get to respond when his stomach flips again, gurgling out more of the thick liquid into the bag.

Jimin tightens his grips on Yoongi's wrist that currently holding the plastic bag as his stomach flips for the third time, sending more rush of his food crackling into the bag, adding the weight on Yoongi's hand. Jimin gasps for air, spitting the remnants of it that still lingers on his tongue before his mouth opened again for another round. His vision starts to blur and he closes his eyes trying to focus on Yoongi's touch against his back, instead of on growing nausea crawling its way up to his throat.

"Gosh, Minie you're so sick", Yoongi mutters as he sees the bag that is now already half full.

" I'm sorry hyung", Jimin mumbles when his stomach calmed down for a sec, his voice a little bit muffled since he still had his head ducked to the bag.

Yoongi smiles at Jimin as he lifts his head from the bag to look into Yoongi's face with slightly reddened cheeks and puffy eyes.

"It's not your fault" Yoongi says rubbing circles on the back of Jimin's hands.

The younger sniffles, and smiles back at him as he pulls away from the bag, leaned back in exhaustion to the couch.

"Done?"

Yoongi asks looking at the bag in his hand. The sight makes his stomach churn, to be honest.

Yoongi hums, ruffling his hair, and stands up to dispose it outside before grabbing a tissue paper from a nearby drawer and handing it to Jimin.

Jimin shakes his head, wiping at his nose while sniffling again, "I still feel que—"

Another gag echoes through the room.

It takes another 2 rounds, before Jimin left dry heaving and his body finally decided that it's empty.

"I'm done hyung ..", Jimin croaks out as he lifted his head, panting.

Jimin wipes off his face and nose after accepting the tissues, blowing into them before he uses the corner of the tissue to clean the corners of his mouth then his chin too.

"Are you sure this is only your anemia Jimin? You throw up a lot"

Yoongi asks worriedly as he sits down next to Jimin once again, this time placing a gentle hand on the younger's shoulder.

Jimin nods, "Yeah, it can be this bad hyung" he whispers softly leaning onto Yoongi's touch and sighing. "But it's okay, i feel better now"

"You sure?"

Yoongi was still not convinced, his free hand reaching over to Jimin's forehead, checking for fever.

He doesn't find any, but it is obvious that Jimin was still feeling pretty terrible. Yoongi knows because he can see that Jimin's eyes droop, "Do you want to sleep?", he offers.

Jimin nods.

"Okay let's go", Yoongi says standing up and pulling Jimin along with him with his right arm around Jimin's waist.

Yoongi guides Jimin to the bedroom, helping him lay down. He gets an extra blanket and sheets, and placed a trashcan near the bed for safety measures as he could see Jimin still a little bit green, before climbing in after the boy. Once both of them are under the covers, Jimin immediately snuggles up to Yoongi, laying his head on Yoongi's chest. He wraps his arms around Yoongi and presses his cheek against his shirt and stomach.

They stayed like that for about 10 minutes, Jimin breathing slowly until Jimin breaks the silence, "Hyung?"

Yoongi hums, the comfortable vibes has got him sleepy too, "I'm sorry"

Jimin could feel the older scoff with how his chest vibrates, "I will pinch your cheeks if you say sorry to me again"

"No but I'm truly sorry .. you have made dinner for me and i just throw it up .. not even finishing it. And you don't get to eat either" Jimin explains, pouting.

Yoongi continues petting Jimin's hair, "You're not feeling well sweetheart, that's normal"

"But still—"

"Nah, let's just sleep okay? You're sick, stop making your big heart and brain thinking too much. I'm fine, we're fine", Yoongi finalized, not wanting to hear another argument. Jimin's pouts deepened.

"Stop pouting or i will kiss you", Yoongi mumbled.

Jimin shifts his position, "Just say you wanna kiss me"

"I do"

A slaps hit Yoongi's chest, making the older giggle. "Gross, i just threw up"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!yoongi

[safetycar-restart]

🏉 not asking about George (for once!) But about the bad experiences AU with Lance and Esteban and you... Maybe at first he's really scared of you and just hides behind Esteban because your a dom and doms hurt him 😭 but you never push him to do anything and he starts to trust you and Esteban

His first sexual d/s scene is just him watching you dom Esteban..sometimes you'll look over to him and tell him your so proud of him and how good he's being but he doesn't join the scene,he just wants to see.

Once you eventually get to a stage to talk about what kinks he likes he can't put it into words but he wants to try cockwarming with Esteban ,but he also wants you there telling him how good he's doing,but he doesn't know how to say it and Esteban helps him get there. His favorites kinks are ones that takes hour on hours because his old dom was rough and quick with him 😭

Also....💧 but I'll save that for another ask 😏

Ooo okay I LOVE this oh my god.

Lance knows that you Dom este of course. But because of all his bad experiences, he’s so scared. Este is safe though. Este is his best friend and este will never hurt him, unlike his previous Dom who is still blackmailing him. So he stays anyway, because he trusts este.

And over time he sees how sweet you are with este. Like how you always kiss este goodbye, how the two of you have a normal relationship as well as a BDSM one (which lance’s Dom always said wasn’t possible).

Maybe he catches you and este doing non-sexual submission one day? Like lance had always wanted that, but his previous Dom always said BDSM had to be sexual.

Then he arrives home early one day (maybe he was supposed to be out whole day but he couldn’t take it and came home early) and sees este kneeling at your feet? Like you’re on the couch, watching something on tv and este is just happily kneeling at your feet, you’re playing with his hair and he looks so happy.

What really breaks lance is when he sees that este is kneeling on a pillow. Lance was never allowed to do that, always had to kneel on the hard floor.

Poor baby just starts crying and runs to his room because he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Later, once you’ve calmed este down, Esteban will go speak to lance and tell him how you would be so willing to do some non-sexual submission with him. And maybe este admits that he usually does non-sexual submission much more than he has been doing since lance started staying there and needs it more.

So, it starts off very slowly just by este doing non-sexual submission with lance there. Lance watching how happy este looks as you hand feed him, how excited este is when he gets to make you dinner and kneel while you eat it, etc.

And lance wants. He wants it so bad. He’s seen how much este loves it and he’s beginning to genuinely believe you might not hurt him, because of how well you treat este.

And yes! First scene is just lance watching.

Lance sits in the corner and watches you edge esteban and you keep on looking over and praising lance for watching and lance is just a puddle in the corner.

Maybe once este cums, lance comes closer and just looks at este’s cum on his stomach. So you ask lance if he wants to lick it off and lance gets so excited because of course he does!!

It takes much longer for lance to be involved in the scene itself, but he genuinely loves watching you and Esteban.

#past experiences au #poly!lance/esteban #poly!dom/sub/sub #sub!lance #sub!esteban #nsfw. #ls #eo #gn!reader #🏉

[perseusparker]

Fictober Day Nineteen: Do we have a deal?

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steddie (Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson)

Warnings: none

This is kind of a sequel to day 2

Steve didn't mind that Eddie was a vampire now. After Dustin told him that Eddie was alive, Steve went to see for himself. It turned out that Eddie had been turned into a vampire from the demo-bats. Steve didn't know why he hadn't gotten turned into a vampire, though he thinks it's because he hadn't gotten bit as much as Eddie or maybe Eddie had died and came back as a vampire. If it was the latter, Steve was sure he probably wouldn't turn into a vampire when he died. Either way, Eddie was alive and that's all that mattered.

They were at Steve's house, curled up on the couch. There was a movie playing on the TV but neither one was really paying attention to it. Steve's eyes were shut, a light snore escaping from his mouth. Eddie was gazing at Steve's sleeping face that was lying in his lap. Steve's usually perfect hair was in disarray in his face. Eddie leaned a little too forward, his own curly brown hair tickling Steve's cheek. The younger man stirred and tried to bat away the irritation. Eddie laughed, causing Steve to fully awake up and glared playfully at the metalhead. Eddie leaned down to kiss Steve's forehead but stopped abruptly when Steve's sweet scent hit him. He jolted up and away from Steve. Steve, now on the floor, stared at him.

"Are you okay?"

Eddie didn't say anything, afraid to breathe. He didn't want to think about Steve like that.

Steve approached him cautiously.

"Eddie, please. What's wrong?" he pleaded. Before he could answer, his stomach rumbled and Steve halted in his tracks.

"I'm sorry. I lost track of time. I didn't know I was going to be hungry so soon," Eddie apologized, avoiding Steve's eyes.

"I trust you, Eddie. I know you wouldn't hurt me. But I'm going to keep my distance so I don't make it harder for you, okay?" he said slowly, not taking his eyes away from Eddie's face. Eddie just nodded.

"Do you want to go eat and we can talk when you get back?" Steve asked. Eddie nodded again before slipping out the front door. Steve relaxed his tense shoulders and settled back onto the couch.

Eddie reappeared an hour and a half later, appetite satiated but nervousness and guilt still gnawing at him.

"Hey, handsome. Welcome back," Steve smiled and pulled Eddie into a deep kiss. They separated a few minutes later, breathless but now both smiling. Steve led Eddie to the couch and they resumed their usual cuddling position. Eddie's fingers danced through Steve's hair.

"We should come up with a plan so we don't have to worry about that as much in the future. I'll set an alarm for dinner time so you don't go this late without eating and you let me know whenever you get hungry before then. Do we have a deal?" Eddie just nodded. It wasn't a perfect system, but it would work. It would make him think about Steve as dinner less and that's all Eddie cared about.

#fictober22 #fictober #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #gay #mlm #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #vampire!eddie