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[tennessoui]

aaaaa can i request #44?!?

absolutely of course you can 🫶

[from this list of prompts]

[5. 'are you jealous' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you'

"Hey, hey," Anakin hears. Or feels, rather, as each word is punctuated by an ungentle tap against his cheek. Which is really sort of rude, considering that the last thing Anakin remembers is taking a grenade to the chest.

The least Vos can do is be nice to whatever's left of his dying body. He hopes the grumble of dissatisfaction he makes conveys this, because he can't find the energy to actually speak, let alone turn his head away from the hand on his face.

"No, nope, c'mon, Skywalker. Get up. Keep those eyes open. There you go. You're fine."

Anakin doesn't feel very fine. He feels disjointed and confused. He's in so much pain that it's honestly hard to focus on anything else, not even the blurry vision of Quinlan Vos' face leaning over him.

There'd been the grenade. So for all intents and purposes, Anakin should be dead, not dying. He'd been wearing armor, at least. Obi-Wan had given him his armor before sending him into the caves with Vos. He thinks. He remembers that, the way his master had taken Master Vos aside for a conversation that looked tense and unhappy, even to Anakin's eyes. And then his master had taken off the armor provided by the planet's guards--something heavier than what Anakin had, higher tech and sturdier--and given it to Anakin. It'd still been warm from Obi-Wan's body heat when he'd helped him fasten the straps around him.

His master. Anakin needs to--if there are grenades around, if the rebel group has access to that sort of fire power, if they're here in these caves with grenades while Anakin's master is walking about without armor--

"You're fine," Vos tells him, tugging once, sharply, on the padawan braid hanging down Anakin's throat. "Missing a bit of your side, but of your--your arm, but you're fine."

Anakin doesn't feel fine. Anakin has no idea how he feels. Anakin needs to find his master. He can't--

"Swear to the Force, Skywalker, if you die--I'm gonna kill you. Cause Obi-Wan's gonna kill me," Vos is muttering and Anakin can feel his hands ghosting along the site of the injury. It must not be good. He doesn't sound like it's good. He doesn't sound like Anakin's going to be fine.

But at the sound of Obi-Wan's name, Anakin forces his eyes open into slits once more. "'ll be fine," he tells Vos.

"Damn right you will," Vos replies, and suddenly his hands are tighter on Anakin, pressure being applied that lifts him up off the ground.

"No, not--" Anakin says, and he can hear the way he's slurring his words. He can hear the sound of his breath and the beating of his heart. "He'll be fin'."

It's easier to let his head flop down against his chest than to try and lift it to see where they're going. If they're moving somewhere, he trusts Master Vos enough to get them there, even though it's at least partially the man's fault that he went and got himself blown up. After all, he'd pushed Vos out of the way of the explosive the moment he felt it flying through the Force. So really, it's his fault.

He wonders if he should say that out loud. If Vos already thinks it, if it matters.

He doesn't think it matters, really.

"Oh, he'll be fine?" Vos asks, and Anakin's dropped--at least gently this time--against the wall of the tunnel as Vos pushes against a door with the Force. Checking for danger. Securing the area. "He'd be devastated, Skywalker."

"Get a new on'," Anakin disagrees, going limp the moment Vos' hands lift him up again. It hurts. It still hurts. And there's the dark promise of sleep licking at the back of his mind. It'd be so easy to fall into, if he could just stop arguing with Quinlan Vos. "Jus' a padawan."

Just a padawan, just an obligation. They've been butting heads more and more frequently ever since Anakin turned sixteen. That was a year ago now. Their quarters are silent usually, but tensely so. Anakin spends a lot of his time in places he's not supposed to be: the beds of other padawans, the Lower levels podracing, the occasional jail cell if he can't run fast enough. Obi-Wan, he thinks, spends a lot of time tired. Regretful. Unable to look at him, which rankles more so than the cuffs the Coruscanti cops have put on him to keep him subdued on the way to the jail.

If Anakin were to--if he--if this...if he doesn't make it out of these tunnels, Obi-Wan'll be alright. Eventually.

Except Obi-Wan needs his armor back. That's where they're going, Anakin's sure. He needs protection because it's dangerous down here and Obi-Wan gave his protection away, gave it to Anakin.

Vos huffs--some kind of combination of a snort of laughter and genuine exertion from the strain of Anakin's weight. "Alright, kid. Sure, you're replaceable. But I'm not, and if you die because I accidentally blew you up on a mission, Obi-Wan's gonna kill me. And he needs a best friend, so if you die, then I die, what's the man gonna do?"

Anakin lets his eyes close. "Needs me," he slurs out nonsensically. Not because they mean anything. He just likes the way they sound.

"Yeah, that's what I've been trying to--oh, thank the Force, Kenobi--get your med-pac, he needs--"

"Anakin," and that's his master's voice, high and distressed and threaded with something Anakin can't name and has never heard before. "What happened? Vos, what--his arm, his chest--what did you--"

Hands that are familiar and roughly calloused and heart-stoppingly gentle cradle Anakin's face, lifts him up and out of Vos' hold, and Anakin registers a brief flash of his master's face--wide eyes, furrowed eyebrows, a clenched jaw--and then he lets the darkness overtake him. Safe. They're both safe now because they're here, together.

[galaghiel]

what remnant does to a mf

[alltubedandwiredup]

Tubed

Another short story i hope you all kinksters enjoy ;)

Tw: pretty sexual, lots of medical fetish

(Again, male protagonist and not self insert… or maybe yes hahaha)

Everything was foggy and distorted as i opened my eyes heavily. Took me a while to focus my gaze, i could only feel a thousand sensations going on in my body. When my heavy eyes finally cooperated… al i saw was a mirror above me.

What i saw was my naked reflection, completely covered by every apparatus you can imagine. My bare scalp was a mess of taped wires, i had tree tubes going into my nostrils plus a large nasal cannula also connected to it, three other tubes were in my mouth, it was all beauyifully taped to my cheecks and around my mouth. My chest was equally wired but it was definetly not as hardcore as what my sex looked like. My penis, with various stimulation electrodes sticked to it and a catheter, and my ass… my poor anus was connected to a huge electro plug, and equally tubed by another two tubes coming out. Surrounding the bed there were like a million different machines, all of which i was connected to. It was looking at the equioment when i realized there was a girl laying in a bed next to me. She looked exactly like me, tubes and wires and tape and machines going everywhere, i saw her pussy and anus in the reflextion, with the same electrodes stuffed into them. Just two big plugs with four wires hooked up to them base, plugging those sweet pleasureholes.

A voice came suddenly out of somewhere.

- so, now that we are prepped, ill start your treatment. You are going to receive different currents of electicity through the pleasure machines you are connected to, all while we study your fluids and adminidter different drugs. You are expected to be orgasming for a while during the duration of the trearment.

- Every orgasm you have connected to those machines is a step for science.

I could very much feel the pleasure in my holes. I quickly achieved orgasm, same as the other subject. I could see that all the tubes that came out of our bodies were interconected above us, wich i knew what meant, our fluids were being recicled.

A nurse came as i achieved my fourth orgasm, high from the drugs. She runned a soft hand theough the wires in my hair. I barely registered tho, everything felt far away and disconnected

- mhm such a good job… you are soo good… keep it going, juuust like that.

- mmmhm, your little pucker pulsating, she said tapping down into the wired plug.

She came back to my head, caressing me with a soothing hand, fixing the tubes in my nose, and adjusting the equipment around me.

I could clearly hear messy moans from my partner, laying in the bed next to me… that only got me even more aroused.

- Uuuu ill go to check on you now pretty girl, are those dry orgasms??? Sooo good, very good.

She left my side, going to attend the orgasming girl, just as my eyes rolled back and a wave of convulsions hitted my weak and drowsy body, loosing it everything in the pleasure.

#

[beacon-lamp]

Beacon Ranboo incoming

ranboo and vic michaelis in the same frame what the fuck

[professional-girlkisser]

armand as rashid being so protective of louis. literally running to his side any time he showed the slightest bit of discomfort. only revealing his vampiric nature when louis was pushed too far and was overwhelmed. take me back 😭

[beedeux]

Happy Bumbleby Big Bang everyone!! Allow me to present to you my piece to accompany the AMAZING story written by the AMAZING @gummy-the-ghost !! CHECK IT OUT NOW :DD https://archiveofourown.org/works/52122358/chapters/131829601 (Nobody's weak for punk rebel Yang and ballet prodigy Blake like I'M weak for punk rebel Yang and ballet prodigy Blake let me tell you)

[amari-atelier]

Monitoring Miku and Gyaru Teto 👁️🌺

[thatonegaybrit]

; GUESS WHO DID HIS EXERCISES AND MANAGED TO PROPERLY STAND FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WEEKS 🔥🔥‼️💯

[mouseboyorsomething]

if youre cold, hes cold. let him in your house

(based on the Monitoring - Deco*27 mv !)

[irrevocablecondition]

Hello! I have an inquiry regarding your fanfic ‘one single thread of gold’. I see that it is marked ‘explicit’ so would you say it is 18+? It looks lovely but as I’m 17 I would hate to disregard any boundaries you have around that. I hope you’ve had a magnificent start of the new year!

HI !!! this is such a respectful thing to ask omg hello

uhmmm so there's like,,, one explicit scene in chapter 1. and then the rest is fineeeee and then later on there will be one implied/imagery vibe explicit stuff??? but beyond those two scenes there's nothing else E in the fic and those are either already marked in the AN or will be when i post :D

i'm very aware that by posting things online i can't monitor who sees what, so the tags are there and CW are in each chapter as like a "hey! this is in this!" which is really all i can do on my side, then it's just down to hoping people know what they're doing.

but my baseline is like,,, i'm not anyone's parent or guardian, and by tagging it i've done my part. i can't limit it much further, even with a MDNI, minors will infact I. all i really ask is that anyone under 18 doesn't like,,, talk to me about the scenes. because that's uncomfortable for the both of us.

HAPPY NEW YEAR HI I EXPLAINED THIS SO BADLY I AM NOT ELOQUENT OVER TEXT

[shehroz]

ourghh coming back to him.

[mute-call]

{CONT.} || @babydxhl

It's not a revolutionary statement; of course she's dangerous, she's a well-established criminal, after all. But that's not exactly what Steven means. He gets the sense that people underestimate her even now, and that despite getting overshadowed by Gotham's more colorful characters, she has more influence and more potential than most people give her credit for.

He's not from Gotham, but everyone knows that this is where the magic happens. ...in a very, very loose sense of the word. Afton Robotics is looking to expand, but the same rogues that make Gotham such an intriguing new territory also make any attempt to "muscle in" on the lucrative realms of manufacturing, tech, and experimentation particularly dangerous. If the company has any hope of succeeding, it will need a point of contact here.

...a contact just like Ms. Dahl, who's powerful enough to be of use, but not so well-established that she wouldn't have anything to gain from a newfound alliance. Hopefully.

"Just an observation. But I'm not wrong, am I? You're the real deal! So I want to make sure I give you, uh, you know, the proper respect. So... before I make any sort of pitch, I wanted to ask you what you'd want out of a--a partnership. What does someone like you need that you don't have yet?"

[svsembedded]

GPRS Based Real-Time Air Quality Monitoring System Using Arduino with Io...

[azzurra-astra]

”Dusting off old fics is fun, mind if I ask what it’s about?”

Oh you mean the Keroro fic? I mean it’s so fucking old I guess I don’t mind. It is for mature readers (primarily those who’ve grown with the manga). I wrote this in 05 on a computer from 03.

It’s about a reinstated platoon that’s truly here to invade Earth because the armada has grown tired of the BS. They were defunct for a reason. What they did to get defunct from the start exactly is horrific and there’s also rumors of a hybrid (gonna cover bases and state they’re not created the way you think holy shit lmao), but it’s been 13 years since the frogs landed, so the kids are adults in their 20s.

Haru is still not totally involved but does make an appearance because of the situation. A lot of dynamics have changed with many of the humans and there’s new human/keronian characters. The official manga had to tone it down after the family-friendly show was launched (personally irritates me, they should’ve stayed separate), but this fic is far more adult and has gore and violence. I even planned for it to be a manga too but I need to redraw all of it, I will not censor nor cater either so whining about anything will fall on deaf ears.