#and the sick feeling in my stomach wont go away

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Anxiety sucks.

[ozymoron]

its one of those days where i just wanna be held, yknow?

[ii-zi]

uknow it's bad when u even start slurring in ur brain

[diordeer]

౨ৎ DELICATE

“sometimes i wonder, when you sleep are you ever dreaming of me? sometimes when I look into your eyes, i pretend you're mine all the damn time” - taylor swift (smau)

contains: charlie bushnell x fem!reader who is best friends with taylor swift and stars in the music video of getaway car (taylor’s version)

description: how are we feeling about the tortured poets department??!?!!!??? have i already ordered the vinyl and cd? yes. btw, the link to join my taglist is in my pinned post

requested by: it wont let me tag who requested arggh!

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yn.ln my reputations never been worse so, u must like me for me 😉

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user1 i know gal did not just say a reputation reference in the prime of reputation tv speculations as a friend of taylor swift

iamcharliebushnell a delicate reference i see

↳ yn.ln i’ve taught u well

user2 GUYS I CANT THE FIRST PIC WHERE DO I FIND A MAN LIKE THIS

↳ yn.ln idk i found him in the streets, guess it was a lucky pick 🤷‍♀️

user3 taylor swift liked!!!!! I think we r getting rep tv

↳ user4 no i dont think so bc i reckon it would be super secretive like they wouldnt just have her friend say it for her you know what i mean

↳ user3 let a girl dream 💔

dior.n.goodjohn u guys are so cute it makes me sick to my stomach and want to vomit

↳ leahsavajeffries i second that

↳ iamcharliebushnell so is this a compliment..? orr

user5 i LOVE how wherever one percy jackson cast member goes EVERYONE else follows

↳ dior.n.goodjohn u assume im here for charlie? yn is my bae 😘

↳ yn.ln love ya 😘

↳ iamcharliebushnell 🧍

user6 THE SHOES OMG?!

user7 can we talk ab charlie in the last pic omg

↳ yn.ln ikr 🤭

taylorswift its been a long time coming…

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user1 WHAT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

selenagomez so proud of u girl 🐍

user2 SET OFF THE ALARMS OMGOMGOMG

yn.ln TAYLOR ILY

haimtheband OH YES

user3 WHY IS YN TAGGED IN THIS OH MY GOD WHATS HAPPENING

user4 READY FOR IT TV IS REAL

blakelively 🖤🖤🖤

user5 THE PHOTOS OMG THIS IS INSANE

sabrinacarpenter YOU GO TAYLOR

↳ user2 i love the swiftverse

user6 do u guys reckon yn will be in a delicate mv??

↳ user7 babe theres already a delicate mv

teddysphotos cant wait!!

user8 the hole for kanye west has just dug so much deeper

comments:

user1 nothing good starts in a getaway car!!

user2 this is everything i imagined and more

user3 YN IN IT?!!

↳ user4 OMG AND THE BRIDGE SCENE

user5 this is too iconic i fear

user6 yn winning at life

↳ user3 PLS i want whatever manifestation method shes got

user7 SNAKES

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yn.ln im sure you’ve seen getaway car by now, and if you haven’t what are you doing?

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user1 taylor swift and yn ln in a reputation music video together is my roman empire

iamcharliebushnell did u, did u just happen to forget to tell me u were in this mv? 😊😊

↳ yn.ln it was a secreeeettt!

↳ iamcharliebushnell even from me? 😥

↳ user2 👀

↳ yn.ln charlie u r the biggest talker ever if i told i this would be out in a second

↳ aryansimhadri she has a great point

↳ iamcharliebushnell what?!

↳ yn.ln see! Totally justified!

↳ iamcharliebushnell ur not getting away with this one yn 😡

yn.ln guys if i dont post this week charlies killed me, call the police

↳ leahsavajeffries LMAO

taylorswift love you!

↳ yn.ln ugh impossible i love you more

user3 gal took the memo and embodied it

tag list: @lostinhisworld @lizziesfirstwife

[sukiipjs]

✿ TRUTH OR DARE

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↳ matt sturniolo x fem reader

↳ words - 1397

↳ summary - a stupid game of truth or dare with your best friend turns into what you’ve always fantasized about…

↳ contains - smut, swearing, fingering, oral, sex, praise, pet names (baby), use of y/n, fluff at end, idk

↳ song - void by the neighborhood

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me and matt are best friends, ever since we met, we just clicked with each other but honestly, also ever since we met… i’ve liked him, wanted him… of course i never told him, or anyone but myself and i don’t act on anything, just think… think of all the things he could do to me, fuck.

currently, i’m over with matt and we just finished up a movie -that i’ve been clenching my thighs the whole time while watching it- and now we’re bored again, we sit on his bed, facing each other and decide to play truth or dare, sure it’s basic but who cares it’s something.

“okay truth or dare?” i ask matt as he answers, “dare” i try to think of a non boring dare to say, and then i remember this one video i saw… perfect chance to just get something to fuel the churning feeling in my stomach, “uhhh i dare you to do five push ups… and say my name in between them.”

he laughs a little, getting off the bed, “…weird but whatever, trying to make me work out or something?” i watch him as he gets on the floor, his hands and feet supporting his body as he starts to push down, “y/n” he says normally before going up and back down again, “y/n” his voice starts to get breathy.

i move one of my legs on top of the other, squeezing my thighs again to feel something… oh god, “y/n” my teeth hold my bottom lip hard as i try to subtly move my body, trying to get a little more friction, he’s so fucking hot, i wish he was moaning my name for real “y/n…” he grunts as he picks himself back up again, “shit- y/n” he shakily says one more time before he lays his body on the floor, breathing to catch his breath.

“okay maybe that was a good dare, could barley get to three,” he laughs a little, picking himself off the floor as he looks down at me, my cheeks flushed red and lip swollen from the bite. “jesus you okay? you look sick,” he bends down a little, letting his thumb graze over my lip, i stare at him, his face so… so close to mine. “no i’m fine, i just pick at my skin,” i try smiling a little, picking up my hand to swipe his away, my face still red with slight embarrassment now.

“whatever,” he rolls his eyes a little, sitting back down on the bed next to me, “okay my turn, truth or dare?” i play with my fingers a little, thinking of which one to choose. “truth” i look at matt as he thinks of a question until he asks, “do you have a crush?” i let out a slightly embarrassing laugh, being so caught off guard by that.

“that’s a stupid question!” i try hiding my face a little, still burning up, why would he choose that out of all thinks to ask. “you only say that cause you do!” he laughs out, “who?” i shake my head a little “i never said i had one!” he sighs a little, eyeing me, “look at you. who is it cmon?”

i shake my head again, hiding my face with my hands, “okay, i might but i am not telling you.” he pushes me playfully, my body rocking as i take my hands off my face and push him back, “rude.” he rolls his eyes again, “fine. but since you wont tell me, i’m telling you a dare and you can’t back out on this.”

i roll my eyes back, “fine, what?” he moves himself a little, sitting more comfortably as he stares into my eyes, a small smile coming to his face, “kiss me.” my smile drops slowly, my eyes widening a little, “what.” he moves his face closer to mine, “you heard me” is this real?

“you think i never notice how you stare at me, clenching those thighs? you think i didn’t know what you were doing when you asked me to basically moan out your name? kiss me. i dare you.” he sets a hand on my thigh, gently squeezing it as his nose almost touches mine now, whaaaat the fuck.

i quickly move my mouth to his not letting this opportunity go, our lips pressing against each other, his hands move to hold my face, not letting me go of the kiss. “fuck- you have no idea how long i’ve been dreaming of you,” he grins, staring at me, his hand still on my cheek until it starts to travel down my body as i move to lean on his headboard.

i keep my eyes on his hand as it goes lower and lower on my body, stopping at the waist of my pants as he looks up at me, “can i?” i nod my head vigorously as he gives me a smile, eyes going back to his hands that start pulling down my sweatpants and underwear off my ankles.

“so beautiful,” his hands make small movements up and down my thighs, he starts to gently move my legs apart as i bend my knees to prop them up. matt scoots closer, his hands keeping my legs apart as he starts to kiss at my inner thighs.

i stare down at matt between my legs, waiting for him to touch me more. he finally lands his lips onto mine, his stubble scratching slightly on my skin. “matt-“ my hands squeeze onto his sheets, my back arching slightly as i moan out his name. his tongue dancing around my clit, his warm breath being felt on my skin, his fingers creeping on my thighs, making sure i don’t close them.

my hand moves to grip onto his hair, pulling him gently onto me more, bucking my hips into him. “fuck!” i moan, my eyes shutting and jaw clenching. one of his hands leave my thigh and i suddenly feel two fingers plunge inside me, starting to pump in and out making me moan out more.

my grip on his hair tightens and i feel the knot in my stomach release over matt’s tongue. “fuck you taste so good baby,” he smiles, lifting his head out my legs, fingers out me and leaning to kiss the lips on my face.

he continues kissing me as he starts to yank off his pants, letting his dick spring free. he slowly pulls away from the kiss, throwing his pants to the side off the bed. he puts his hands on my waist and pulls me down to lay more as he holds his hardness, guiding it over my folds.

he grabs onto and moves one of my legs to rest above his shoulder before pushing inside me, finally. “fuck!” i moan out, feeling myself stretch around him. “oh shit…” he starts to thrust inside me, low groans and sighs coming from his mouth.

“fuck y/n…” i shut my eyes as i moan out, matt starting to lean down to kiss at my neck, leaving dark spots on my skin. “you like that? hearing me moan your name out? this what you wanted?” he smiles as he goes back to sucking at my skin. i wrap my arms around his back, scratching my nails into his fair skin. the vibration of his mumbles tickle my skin as i clench around him, “close-“ i moan out more, matt still marking my neck.

i let myself go, cumming around him as he makes a few last thrusts, leaning back up smiling at the spots he made on me. he pulls out, stroking himself to cum too. i lay back, catching my breath and replaying what just happen, fuck this is perfect.

matt flops over beside me, laying down and quickly wrapping his arms around me, letting his head rest on me. “you okay?” i nod, “i’m perfect” he smiles, “i know you are,” we laugh a little as i start to rest my hand on his back, my finger running circles on his back, “matt?”

“yeah?” he asks back, my stomach churning just from his voice. “i really like you…” i speak softly, kinda nervous even though we just did something way more. “me too,” i feel his smile grow on my skin as he holds me closer, tighter.

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[dazedazaii]

hi sweet haein !! may i request something with beastzai and pillow princess!reader? ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა go bold go wild and downright nasty if you can, i have literally no boundaries hehe tysm (>᎑<๑)/♡ feel free to be creative!

let me do it for you .. — o. dazai

i lovee beastzai so much hes soo (*♡∀♡) i tired my best to write pillow princess stuff … i hope i did decent …

cw: gn reader (with fem terms / you yours), slight possessive dazai, overstim, belly bulge, stomach pressing, nipple rubbing, lmk if i missed anything

holding a pillow to your face, you moaned into the soft fabric cover as osamus dick mercilessly thrusted in and out of you, his hands on your chest and rolling small circles on your hard nipples, grunting and moaning along with you as his hot breath carefully made its way to your neck, pressing his tongue on it gently and peppering kisses on it, whispering by your ear ever so seductively.

“ya’know, i have a meeting in half an hour back at hq — mm, fuck — you think i can make you cum at least three times ?” watching you nod into the pillow, the bandaged man’s grim grew as he kissed the outer part of your ear, whispering a ‘atta girl’ before drilling into your tight went cunt even more. his left hand moves away from your chest and to the lower part of your stomach, pressing down on it gently as you squirmed in pleasure as dazai’s thumb rubbed soft circles on your side.

“now, look at that, wont you.” dazai was mesmerized at the ways a bulge growing up and down every time he thrusted deep inside of you, making you buck your hips ever so slightly for more stimulation.

“‘samu, ‘m — gh ah !! — so c- close ..!!” you whined out, voice muffled down by the pillow. dazais right hand continued to pinch and rub your swollen nipples and his left hand on your hip, brushing it gently with his thumb as a way to comfort you.

“g- god … wanna cum ? you wanna cum for me, pretty ? c’mon, i know you can do it — ahhhn ~” as you got rid of the pillow on your face, you let out a few more desperate moans before you squirted all over dazai’s lower abdomen, your fluids getting mixed with his as he pulls out and cums all over your tummy.

“soo pretty … let me get two, more ..!!” dazai shoved his cock back inside of your dripping hole without hesitation, stars starting to appear in your vision as you moan out louder than before, sweaty skin on skin echoing in the large bedroom and your moans being the only sound dazai was willing to hear, sick of all the noises his subordinates make.

“feels .. so good — ahhnn ~!!” you laid defenseless under dazai, his touch intoxicating and like a sort of drug you needed to survive. with his cock deep inside you, you felt his hands gently brush over the now visible bulges that was made as the thrusts became faster and more desperate. the dark haired male took your hand and pressed it down on the bulge when it appeared and disappeared, his pace increasing and his face dripping with sweat.

“making you feel so good, even your stomach agrees, yeah, baby ?” he continues to dig his cock deep inside your wet, gummy walls, making sure that your hand was on your lower abdomen as his travels down to your clit, rubbing circles as you help and scream out in pleasure, eyes foggy and unable to think straight. moans became meaningless babbles of pleasure and desperation for more of his touch.

with his crazed hip movement becoming more sloppy, dazai’s forehead beaded with sweat as he gasped out in pleasure from your cunt wrapping around his dick tightly, rolling his fingers over your clit faster.

gasping out and wanting to speak to you, dazai was cut off by his own moan of pleasure, stuffing his cum deep inside of you as you came along with him, and harder than before. the sticky fluid stained the bedsheets that you two loved ever so much, but it didn’t matter anymore.

removing his hand away from your chest, dazai pants and brushes your pink cheeks in adoration, fixated in the way your eyes rolled back and your lips wide open, moans escaping your lips.

tired, and yet ever so desperate for more, dazai was about to slowly thrust his hips again before a phone call echoed the room. it was dazai’s. the room went silent for a second before he apologized to you and pulled out of your pussy, having to take the call. sighing lazily and nodding, dazai frowned and faced away from you, commenting a few ‘sure,’ ‘fine,’ and ‘whatever’’s. you couldn’t help but chuckle weakly. perhaps it was chuuya he was on a call with.

turning off his phone, dazai sighed and looked back at you, his hand on your face with a slight apologetic look.

“the meeting was rescheduled to right now. and i thought i could rest for a bit ..”

tucking you in gently with the soft blankets, dazai gets off the bed and slips his clothes back on smoothly, bandages, hickies left by you and such was all covered by his black attire and red scarf. he then leaned onto the bed and kissed you on your forehead as you watched everything happen.

“i’ll be done in a flash, dont think i’ll forget our third round, ‘kay ~?”

[joekeeryswife]

Dad!mason feeling kicking for the first time or dad!mason who helps reader with symptoms of pregnancy (nausea/back pain/etc)

baby bump - m.m

a/n: dad!mason makes my heart melt. short but sweet, i combined the two, hope this is okay! enjoy reading 🩰

also i have no mason requests so please send some through!! 🫶🏼

you and Mason were sat on the sofa together watching some random tv program which you weren’t paying attention too, you had been feeling nauseous recently and you just wanted to be snuggled up with Mason now more than ever.

being seven months pregnant didn’t help, you felt like a whale sitting next to Mason. this seventh month had been really hard. you’d been nauseous, had awful back pain and your baby had decided to start kicking your insides constantly which was very uncomfortable.

funny thing was the baby only kicked when Mason was away from you. Mason had never felt her little kicks ever and he was annoyed that she would only kick when he was either at football or he had gone out with his mates. he tried to spend as much time at home as possible so he could be with you incase anything happened.

you were resting your head on his chest, eyes closed as you tried to rid the feeling of sickness. he had you bundled up in a blanket and his arms around you. his hand was resting on your stomach which was now protruding through the blanket. he loved it, it showed that your baby was grown which meant he was closer to meeting his little girl.

“how you feeling sweet girl?” he ran a hand through your hair, massaging your scalp softly as he tried to soothe the migraine you had. “i’m okay mase” his hand moved back to your belly rubbing small patterns all over it.

“do you want me to get you anything? some water with ice? food? anything at all” you just shook your head “no thanks baby, i just want to be next to you. please don’t get up” your eyes were still closed meaning you were practically sleep talking to him right now but he didn’t care, he wanted you to be okay.

“i won’t leave you honey, im not going anywhere” he kissed your forehead again. he had been so excited when you told him you were pregnant but now he couldn’t help feeling bad because you felt sick all the time. he just wanted to take the pain away from you and give it to himself so you would be okay.

you were on the brink of sleep, milliseconds away from falling into dream land when Mason shouted out making you jolt awake. “oh baby i’m sorry” you looked up at him confused as to why he just shouted out. “i forgot you were sleeping i’m sorry honey”

“why did you shout?” you croaked your eyes squinting as you adjusted to the lights. he kissed your forehead and smiled at you brightly. “the baby kicked, i felt her kick finally” your heart melted, he had never looked so excited. “aww mase, she kicked for you” he pulled you back into him, his hand never leaving your belly incase your daughter kicked for him again.

“if she kicks again i promise i wont shout, ill let you sleep honey i was just in shock” he kissed your forehead a few times as you got comfortable again so you could sleep. “it’s alright mase” you hugged him closer and closed your eyes, Masons hand rubbing circles on your belly.

[taurizzz]

You Got It, pt. 3

Bada Lee x Reader

Synopsis: Y/n wants nothing to do with Bada, but Bada cannot bring herself to let y/n go.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Update: you never wanted to dance again.

Your dancing career lasted all about 12 minutes, but the idea of dance just reminded you of bada and she was the last person you wanted on your mind.

Yet, she was the only one on your mind.

It didn't help that she was blowing up your phone, alternating between texting and calling. Each attempt ending in failure as the look of her name pop up on your phone made you sick to your stomach.

You felt so stupid. Coming to Korea was only supposed to last three months, yet here you are, catching feelings for someone you probably wont ever see again. And to think she liked you.

Little ol' you.

You weren’t like the crowd Bada hung around. You trip over thin air, you aren’t popular, you’re go to university for a practical degree, afraid to try chase your dreams because it’s not financially realistic. You’re just y/n l/n, and you were regular.

An ordinary girl, not made to be with someone of Bada's calibre.

Maybe that’s why you ran away from the party as soon as you saw Bada and Redlic. Deep down inside, you knew that nothing would ever happen between you and the dancer. You had never been one to be unrealistic and to allow yourself to fall into the depths of your fantasies. Your dreams, delusions and true desires were hidden in your soul, unspoken and invisible to those around you. You can’t allow yourself to have false hope, especially when it comes to love.

Bada Lee had been the centre of those desires since the day you met.

And now you find yourself sitting outside your Airbnb, the night before your flight home, with a heavy weighted pressure on your chest and silent pleas to the stars for something good to happen.

You can hear the door leading inside slide open. Expecting it to be Gigi, you don’t bother to look up from your position between your knees, closing your eyes to try forget the past three months.

“Y/n-” that voice isn’t Gigi’s. Your eyes shoot wide open, easily recognising the voice you’ve been hearing every day since that dance class.

“Not now Bada,” you whisper into the dead of the night, keeping you head between your legs like a kicked puppy.

You felt the dancer plop down beside you, gently brushing against you and you couldn’t tell if she had done that on purpose or not. There was no point fretting about it, Bada isn’t yours and will never be.

“Gigi let me in,” Bada started to say, taking a deep breath, “she said you’re leaving tomorrow.”

You lifted your head slightly, to relieve your neck from the discomfort of bending it for long. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the girl beside you.

“You haven’t been picking up my calls-”

“Why should I?” Animosity fills your tone as you interrupt Bada, who just sighs in response. Silence fills the space between you two as neither of you are quite sure on what to say to each other.

Clearing her throat quietly, breaking the awkward synergy between you and her, Bada takes the first step to mending your relationship.

“I’m so sorry for the other night, y/n. I didn’t mean to kiss Redlic, I was drunk and I had been trying to look for you but then she said she needed to talk to me-” Bada stops talking as you finally decide to look at her.

Bada couldn’t help but think you looked so precious with your puffy eyes and red cheeks from the cold. She hated that she was the one who made you feel like this, but she couldn’t be more grateful to be the one with you right now.

As you two stare at each other, a quiet longing shared between your eyes, you whisper for Bada to carry on. So she does.

“I followed her into the room and I asked her what’s wrong,” Bada sighs as she rubs her face with her hands, “Redlic said that she saw the way I looked at you and it wasn’t fair because she’s liked me longer than I’ve even known you, and then she kissed me.”

Your breath hitches slightly as Bada recalls her and Redlic kissing, the memory flashes through your head making your face scrunch in hurt and disgust.

Bada continues, “and then you walked in y/n. I swear, when you did, it was like I had immediately sobered up and knew I fucked up right away. I tried to chase after you but Redlic tried to keep me back, she said I should leave you alone and stay with her but I couldn’t. When I managed to get outside, your Uber was driving away.”

Tears prick your eyes at Bada’s explanation, you didn’t know what this meant for you two. You were leaving tomorrow. Deep in your thoughts, you don’t notice Bada taking one of your hands that were cracking your fingers, something you did when you were nervous, bringing you back to reality.

Staring down at your interlocked hands, you didn’t have the willpower to pull your hand out of the embrace and you simply didn’t want to.

“Bada,” you hoarsely say, “we’re not even together, you don’t need to tell me any of this.”

“That’s the thing y/n, I want us to be together. This past month has been the best month of my life since you came along,” Bada leans into you, your shoulders huddled next to each other.

You shut your eyes, almost in phantom pain. You were confused, why did she have to come here? Why did she want to be with you, knowing you’re leaving? Why did your heart swell when she said those words?

Bada suddenly stands up, pulling you along as she still has a deathly grip on your hand. Letting out yelps of protest, your questions go unanswered as she pulls you out of the house and to her car. You hesitantly climb into the vehicle, eyeing out the taller girl, who just gives you a toothy grin and gets in the car herself.

“Where are we going, Bada?” You ask as she pulls out of your driveway. She doesn’t answer you as she drives along the streets of Seoul, the gently colours inconsistently lighting up her face and you couldn’t help but think she belonged in an art gallery.

As the drive continues, silence settling over you, a hand grips your thigh. You look over at Bada to see she has one hand on the steering wheel while the other is on you, her thumb gently rubbing against your skin.

Why is this happening to me?! You’re frustrated in several ways, not understanding why the universe is doing this to you a day before you return home.

Suddenly, you notice the recognisable sign that has been a repetitive part of your life in the past month.

JustJerk Dance Academy

“You brought me to your studio?” You are so confused, but Bada nods and hurries out the car to open your door.

You whisper a quiet “thank you”, butterflies filling your entire body at the way Bada smiles at you before grabbing your hand, directing you both inside.

As she goes to open the door, she places a hand over your eyes. You yelp in surprise, grabbing Bada’s wrist that’s nearest to your face.

“It’s ok, y/n.” Bada whispers into your ear from behind you. You feel her body against your back and her hot breath on your neck, shivers run down your spine from her closeness to you. “Just trust me.”

You couldn’t help but think, last time I trusted you, you kissed another girl. Yet, you managed to keep your mouth shut as Bada guided you into, what you imagined to be, the studio. You could soft music playing already, and as she uncovers your eyes, you gasp at the sight in front of you.

A picnic blanket is set out in the middle of the floor while candles are spread out surrounding the blanket. Food is placed in the middle, you can see the steam coming from it still. How did Bada do this if she had been with you?

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, as you find yourself in shock from the gesture. No one had ever done something like this before for you.

Bada, who is still pressed behind you, guides you to sit down on the blanket. And you comply. Utter confusion taking over your senses.

“Bada,” you clear your throat, “what is this?”

Bada sheepishly smiles at you, her face reddening as she sits down across from you. “I wanted to make it up to you, and I know you said we’re not together, but I really like you y/n. I want to spend the rest of my time with you but for now, this will have to do. So please, spend your last night in Seoul with me.”

Of course you couldn’t deny Bada what she wants because you would be denying what you want as well.

The night trickles on, the candles illuminating the room, a romantic ambience flows throughout the room. The whole world seemed to stand still, watching the two girls fall in-love with each other. The stars knew that their journey was going to be tough, but for tonight, their worries ceased to exist.

Bada stands up abruptly as you’re eating some tteokbokki, “dance with me, y/n.”

“I can’t dance,” you whisper, deja vu of the first time you met.

Bada smiles and reaches out her hand that you instinctively take, “you can do anything, y/n.” She leads you to a spot away from the candles, aware of your clumsy tendencies.

Bada’s arms snake around your waist, while yours wrap around her neck. You both begin to sway to the music, you head leaning against her as hers leaning against you. The two of you fit perfectly against each other, as if you were made for each other. The pure synergy between you two is enough to create new worlds as your hearts merge as one. It was a dangerous game that your souls were playing, but fate had different plans for you and Bada.

You raise your head, looking up and into the eyes of the taller girl. Bada, whose heart was beating tremendously fast as she looked into your round, starry eyes, leaned in slightly. It was a soft, slow moment of you both leaning in, stopping just moments away. Staring into each others eyes, you could see the longing and desire within Bada’s soul, so you close the gap between you… physically and figuratively.

Your lips mold perfectly with each other. Her soft lips pressed against yours as she pulled you closer towards her, not planning on letting you go anytime soon.

There weren’t fireworks like the movies describe. It was better. There were promises of a long life spent together, of shared laughter and tears. There were promises of having each other’s backs, of being there for each other when things get tough, of finding the one person who you could share your ugliest moments with.

There was the feeling of finding your soulmate.

As the kiss dissipates, you can’t find the strength to open your eyes but you feel Bada lean her forehead against yours. Her arms are still tightly wrapped around you and you have no plan on moving away either.

The sound of your heartbeats fill your ears, the heavy thumping noise reminding you of the passionate moment that you just had.

Finally opening your eyes, Bada is staring down at you. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought it was love.

And you didn’t know any better.

“Y/n,” Bada whispers, afraid she’ll break the fragile atmosphere surrounding you two, “I think I love you.”

Your heart feels like it’s about to explode from the unexpected confession of the world’s most dangerous feeling. Yet, you’re so ready to confess as well.

“Bada,” you smile at the tall girl in front of you, “I think I love you too.”

You lean your head against Bada, still swaying to the music, reality slowly catching up to you. You were leaving tomorrow, unsure of when you’d be back to Korea. Bada’s whole life is in and has always been in Korea, she can’t just up and leave. The heaviness of the future causes you to pull away from Bada, making the dancer give you a quizzical brow.

“What’s wrong?”

“I leave tomorrow and I’m not sure when I’ll be back, and you can’t leave. You’re entire life is here,” you share your thoughts as you turn your back to Bada, not prepared for her to see the growing sadness on your face.

Arms wrap around you from behind as Bada rests her head on your shoulder, “we’ll make it work, y/n. I’ve finally found the one I want to be with, I’m not letting you go so easily.”

You sigh, leaning against Bada. Uncertainties lie ahead of you both but as long as you had each other, you could defeat even the deadliest enemies.

“Wait for me, Bada. I don’t know when I can come back here, but please, wait for me.”

You can feel Bada’s smile against your skin, her arms tightening around you, pressing you against her as if to say she was already planning on it.

“Yeah, you got it.”

hello everyoneeee,

that was kind of a cluster fuck of a part 3 but oh well!

y/n and bada are definitely going to experience the epic highs and lows of high school football life together, my poor bebiesss heheh

i hope you all enjoyed and are having a great day unlike last part LOL where bada broke our heart :/

i actually really enjoyed writing this part because the way i was imagining bada setting up a picnic like this for me ;-;

anywayssss, hope you’re all have a wonderful day!

lots of love,

j <3

[bambisnc]

he's the one that's livin' in my system baby! [04]

pairing : roommate!sungchan x reader genre : sickfic n fluff nawt smut im sorry about the opening line i js thought it was funi ,, cw/tw : food mentions + hes sick bc he looked after the reader too well D: wc : 0.4k ishh

you've discovered over the past 2 weeks that your nights are spent significantly more productively when sleeping with your roommate.

as in literally sleeping with your roommate i.e. just lying in the same bed (usually his).

you did start out with a well defined list of rules the most highlighted of which was to ensure a pillow boundary between the two of you at all times.

sungchan always somehow ends up going against it thought, much to your delight dismay.

and as you woke up one day in the middle of the night, the clock displaying an even 4.00 am, with his limbs fully entangled with your own in a way you would not have thought was possible; the only thing you can think about is how hot he feels against your skin.

....he is quite literally burning up. and you can almost swear his heart seems to be beating a little too much faster than normal (given your position with your face dangerously close to his chest.)

he's sick.

the idiot's sick.

after the multiple times he insisted he'd be fine and made the extremely clever decision of forgetting all constraints of personal space because he's jus' taking care of you :( pshh obviously no he won't catch your little cold but if you cuddle with him you'll feel soo warm and comfyy~ <3

... you'd hit him if you didn't feel really bad right now; especially because sungchan's intentions were never bad, if a little stupid. he's always looking out for you.. and the one time you tried doing something for him you ended up with prescribed bed rest.

the least you could do was take care of him.

(and there was also the whole him saying he wanted to get ice-cream with you thing which could totally just be you over thinking but sungchan and you definitely did need to work that out. eventually. a couple of months should be ideal...)

you lay a cool, damp washcloth on his forehead; brushing away the messy hair which sticks to his skin slightly.

and you really, really shouldn't; but you can't help gently placing a feather-light kiss to his temple.

but hey. idiots don't get sick right?

or do they..? yeah you honestly can't recall what the lesson supposed to be learnt from all of this was...

-

later, when you're able to pull yourself away from your roommate's bedside and make your way towards the kitchen to whip up some porridge (light on the stomach, warm for the throat); a little sniff tells you that you are not alone.

and there stands sungchan, busily rubbing out the residual sleep from his eyes, managing to still look annoyingly adorable - which is a great feat considering his height.

scolding him for getting out of bed gets you nowhere, he only declares that he wouldn't have been able to rest anyway; not without you there..

notes : my god how do phone users do htis my laptop isnt laptopping v well so im doign this from via a phone and ouch. + [series m.list] [m.list] (will edit in links later)

song rec : sugarcoat by natty. No i wont be inserting a link.

[grandlinedreams]

okay hear me out thriller bark angst with zoro. i can just FEEL the angst after he takes luffys pain and maybe reader finds him instead of sanji and he wont set aside his pride and tell them what happened??? angsty with a happy ending??? maybe???

YES please thriller bark was,,a ride and a half (bad) bbjjsnss but I hope I can do this justice for you!!

[Heads up!: mention of thriller bark, hurt/comfort, confession fic! We love confession fics]

Blood.

There's so much of it ㅡ splattered across the broken rubble, makes your stomach twist with fear of what you're going to find as you stumble across the uneven terrain.

Where is he? You'd noticed Zoro's absence amongst your crewmates, the excited leaping around that Luffy'd been doing despite his injuries from Gecko Moria ㅡ and then you'd shared a glance with Sanji, heart sinking before you'd taken off to find the swordsman.

And then you spot him in the epicenter of the mess, arms folded across his chest as blood drips freely from his arms, his chest, his nose ㅡ you're not entirely certain how he's still standing if all of this is his.

"Zoro," you say as you approach, heart hammering in your chest, "what happened? What did you do?"

You know there's no way that Kuma would've let any of you go without a reason ㅡ but Zoro simply looks away, ignoring the leak of crimson down his cheek.

"Nothing," he says flatly, "nothing happened at all."

ㅡ

He still won't tell you.

In the days that follow Thriller Bark, you try to get an answer from him in the most roundabout way you can ㅡ and Zoro remains tightlipped about it.

You know that's just how he is, but it's starting to dig claws of doubt into you. Does he think you're annoying? That alone is enough to make your chest ache, but then there's the other thought, cold and cruel as it circles in your head like a hungry shark.

Does he not trust you?

The thought of it makes you feel sick as you tuck the blanket you've dragged with you tighter around your shoulders, trying not to stare glumly at the night-darkened horizon.

"There you are. What are you still doing up?" You tense as Zoro approaches, fighting not to look at him. When you don't answer right away, he frowns. "What's wrong with you?"

Your fingers tighten around the blanket, and you duck your head. "'m mad at you."

His brow furrows. "Me? What did I do now?"

You don't want to tell him, feeling that it's childish to be so upset over something like this ㅡ but the words tumble from your lips anyways. "You won't tell me anything. Every time something happens, I'm left in the dark about it. Do you not trust me?"

Zoro's head cocks, taking in how tightly you're clutching your blanket, the careful angle of yourself away from him. "Of course I trust you, I just don't see the point in worrying you."

"I worry anyways!" You snap. "Don't you think I worry more when you won't tell me anything? You're my crewmate Zoro, of course I care, even if I didn'tㅡ"

You cut yourself off, let the hushed crash of waves fill the silence between the two of you.

"Finish your sentence," Zoro says quietly, watching you like a hawk. You still won't look at him.

"...even if I didn't love you as much as I do." You tug the blanket over your head, wish that you could disappear. It takes two steps for Zoro to reach you, tug you into his chest. You let him, closing your eyes. "Idiot."

Zoro makes an amused noise. "Yeah, well. At least I'm your idiot, right?"

"Depends. Do you want to be?" It's far from your ideal way to do something like this, especially given the circumstances ㅡ and yet couldn't be any more perfect.

"Yeah," Zoro answers at last, and you listen to the jingle of his earrings as he settles his cheek atop your head. "I do."

[sturnlova]

We have no alone time

(Chris Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut, new to writing, not proof read all the way)

( Word count : 737)

( Send requests!!!)

Y/N POV:

Me, Chris, Matt and Nick were in the car driving to target as Nick said he “needed” to get a weighted stuffed animal because seeing me and Chris together made him suicidal. Me and Chris just giggled due to Nicks dramatic ass sentence.

We were around 5 minutes away from target, Chris had his hand on my thigh reaching higher to my dripping pussy. Luckily no one saw it as Chris made Nick sit in the front with Matt.

Matt had finally pulled in the parking lot and i knew i wasn’t gonna be able to last over 10 minutes without having Chris in me, and Chris knew this so he made an excuse for us to stay in the car for we could have our fun 😉. “Matt, Y/N isn’t feeling that well can we just stay in the car, just pass us the keys and we will lock it for you.” Chris spoke lying through his teeth. The oldest brother and the middle child looked at me and then his youngest brother and threw us the keys to walk off to target.

I knew this was the right opportunity, i wasted no time to straddle Chris’ lap. “ So needy aren’t we, making me lie to my brothers for i can fuck you in the car that our family and our friends sit in?” Chris’ words just made me more wet as the seconds went on.

I took his belt off along with my tiny black shorts, didn’t need to worry about underwear as i wasn’t wearing any because i claimed to Chris that i needed fresh air. The blue eyed boy pushed 2 fingers in me without a warning but who was i to complain i was begging for this. I moaned his name repeatedly as his fingers went faster in me.

I stopped Chris mid way and holy shit was he confused. He asked me if something was wrong and if i wanted him to stop. I told him i just need his cock in me and i knew he needed my pussy due to the big tent in his pants at this point. He put his pants ankle length and slipped his length in me easily as i was stretched and wet.

“ fuck f-fuck Chris i’m so close don’t stop, ugh fuck “ i moaned repeatedly along with whimpers due to me barely able to keep my composure, Chris just kept going kissing my cervix with his pink tip as he grunted in my ears. I could see his dick in my stomach, it just turned me on even more. Chris saw his dick in my stomach and pressed down on it to make lose it even more.

His thrusts got sloppy, he knew i was about to cum and i knew he was close. i begged for him to let me cum. Chris spoke with no patience “ cum on my cock now, i want to see you finish.” I couldn’t resist it so i finished along with him. Our faces had pleasure written all over it as his cum dripped out of me onto his bare thighs and the sweat rolled down our foreheads. Chris noticed that our cum was getting on him and used his middle finger to shove it right back in, i was so fucking sensitive i just yelped out as i was so sensitive.

He put my black shorts back on me and pulled his pants back on in a hurry as we saw Matt and Nick walking back to the car. We readjusted ourselves in the seats as Chris unlocked the car for his older brothers can get in.

As soon as Nick and Matt both sat down and put music on Nick yelled in fear like it was the end of the world “ YOU GUYS FUCKED IN HERE Y/N ISNT SICK ! YOU MONSTERS PLEASE TELL THERES NOT A MESS AND THAT YOUR GONNA CLEAN THE CAR EWWWWWWWW” me and Chris bursted out laughing and matt just screamed along with nick adding on to his points.

Me and Chris side eyed each other until Chris said “ there wont be a mess because i pushed it right back up in her pretty pink pussy 😊 “ i smacked Chris’ chest to tell him to shut up. “ To be fair we have no alone time we had to fuck somehow” I said adding to the conversation. Matt said “ please shush i don’t wanna hear about how you guys fuck and what y/n pussy looks like.” Matt started driving in a hurry to get out the car soon as possible. Me and Chris just held hands all the way home knowing we were going for round to in the shower…

(i hoped you guys liked that and i pray for requests guys!!)

[wizardrousactivity]

They Promise. 3

Prev Next

Warnings; Mentions of self-harm, blood

The next morning you wake up earlier than usual, the baby still on your chest, your body still in the same spot and drenched in sweat. Your cheeks were red, processing where your dream left off - was a sickening trail of wet dreams that left a queasy feeling in your stomach, constant nightmares of your birth playing in your head like a mantra every time you thought you could escape. 

Dreaming doesn’t work the same anymore, it wont help you detach from your own just to feel happy for once. It's all real now.

You get up with the baby still in your hands whilst a mind-numbing headache washes over you, the sudden sight of your vision blacking makes your legs tremble, knees buckling to keep yourself just a little stable.

You place your son down onto the plushness of your bed, keeping it safe and far away from the dangers facing you.

Sounds of the baby crying from the lack of skin touching and the fan starts to go muffled, the last of it all being shapes and stars.

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The two of the men sit on the couch discussing while you suffer upstairs, clawing at the bedsheets whilst trying to catch your breath - gags and nausea threatening to spill once you wake up, tears clogging your already heavy vision and drying on your cheeks. 

Their voices come to pause once they hear the baby let out its cries once again, and then being met with a loud thump from the roof above them. 

It causes a panicked reaction in the men, Ghost getting off of the couch with a grunt and running up the stairs with König following shortly behind. The two of them stop in your room to look down at the situation that occurred, your body lying limp on the floor and the baby tearing up. 

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The way you wake up is somewhat pleasant to say the least, you’re nauseous and sweating - once again, your eyes can barely open from how heavy they’ve gotten with sickness. 

You notice the feel of warm hands handling your head, then being met with plush underneath. The faint murmuring begins to fall coherent again, it’s Simon. In that gentle, caring voice whenever you were sick. 

Your hands reach out and you cry, the mask is off and you finally feel the welcoming of human skin you’ve been itching to feel. He coos out to you, watching over that dazed - high looking expression on your face.

“S’ a’right, hear your cries luv, no more of that.” A large hand cups your face, wiping away those crystal tears that were spilling out, feeling wet into your ears from the way your head was positioned. 

“Where’s.. where’s my baby?” you call out gently, raising your head a little just to see König holding - cooing to the baby even. Standing near its crib he was hypnotized by the fathering life, making the baby giggle every time his fingers would slightly tickle its belly. It was cute, to say the least. But you still couldn’t muster up the idea to forgive them.

The day they left you, it was comical even. On a day where the weather was harsh, raining with thunder and all that. The day you were going to confess you were pregnant. 

The argument was brutal, screaming from you and König and the sound of glass being broken. You cried almost endlessly once they left the house, lines being cut into your skin violently in the bathroom - blood spilled from your legs made its way onto your tiled white floors from how wild you were using the razor. 

“Why are you guys switching up so suddenly.. Is this the only time you want m-” Your words are immediately cut off by Ghost, mind continuing to shift between Simon and well, him. 

“Please, we’ll talk about it once you're up and well. Take the rest.” Ghost shoves some medicine in your mouth and lays your head down into the pillow, fast but oh so gentle his movements are. Especially gentle with you. He kisses you to sleep, and you can’t resist. The tickle of his lips on your head is too addictive, having the two of them in your life is too addictive.

Everything is mixed now. About them, about you - you want to scream, thrash around and cry. But nothing comes out, you can just stare at the both of them and doze off for the third time today, the medicine making your body heavy and limp. 

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

We've imagiend an AU where rhaenyea and daemon cheat on babey BUT what about an AU where daemon cheats on nyra with her?!? emotionally, in his dreams, in his fantasiessss becaue she would NEVER.

i imagine when daemon returns she is maybe away with her tutor on a rare opportunity to live with a dothraki tribe for a few months to lesrn their customs and the language. perhaps the dothraki were flattered by her interest and respect.

when she returns, the castle is a full of celebration and daemon is so curious to see the young girl behind all the sweet rumors and the remember the neice he coddled when he was younger. he's all but forgotten her in his years of drinking and living off repeats of his memories of nyra.when nyra goes rushing past him to hug her does he smacked in the face of all those memories he made with his little neice.

buying her her first pair of riding boots, her first dragon ride, braiding her hair because hes the only one who doesnt do it too tight or too loose. scolding her tutor for being too hard on her. sneaking her away from her septa to play hide and seek. being dragged by her and nyra to play 'house' hahah thats bound to be so on the nose. Ofcourse hes the husband! he enjoys those, being fretted over and serve with wooden toy teacups. he remembers being her only visitor as a babe when nyra was bawling for hours in her room and his brother was mourning over the loss of his wife. he remembers holding her at the funeral and its was near impossible them to tear her away. he remembers thinking how he could fathom the babe in his arm ever being in that enevlope of fire. dead and still. how the young him swore it would never happen and he's always protect her. he also remembers hearing wisps of her name during his banishment and realises now why it was whispered so covetously. not loud and bold adoration like nyra.rhaenyra was the delight of the kingdom, she was the coveted secret. and now he learns what it means to long and covet after her too.

ofcourse, daemon overtime has instances forgets his place as nyras husband as he gets consumed by her. chasing after her across the kingdom and struggling to control himself. he starts lashing out at her admirers. Nyra is becoming furious, jealous and possesive. meanwhile reader is caught in a storm of her own emotions. she wants to love him but cant. needs to cut it off but wont. AAAH my imagination has run too far! hahah anyways please dont feel pressured with this ask. im just work vommiting! your work is amazing and i cant believe i get to read it just for free liek this??? u deserve everything good!

OOOOOOooooOoOooooH. So, um, I want to write a dark continuation of this, badly. PLZ.

innocence (a 'terms of endearment' au)

GIF by @yenvengerberg.

You are visited by an unwanted guest.

Triggers: WARNING - NON-CONSENSUAL SMUT, incest, age gap, purity culture.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, heart pounding.

You feel sick, as though your stomach will turn inside out within your belly, a rush of dizziness spotting your vision at the sight of him. "You - you-"

"Me," your uncle taunts, stepping through the open archway from the balcony into your chambers. Daemon is drenched from the rain, wild-eyed and eyes blazing, shaking the waterlogged strands from his face. He looks about the room disdainfully, taking in the plainer fare of the accommodations your mother's House had provided you. "I expected you to run, but this? Here? How... dull."

You cannot help the tears that well, and you cast around in panic for an escape. The door has been barred. You curse yourself for requesting rooms so far removed from the others, for now there is no one to hear you scream.

"Please," you beg, backing away even as he advances toward you, clutching onto the meagre layers of your shift in the vain hope of concealing your form from him. He eyes you like a wolf does its prey - like a dragon devouring its kill. "Go home, Uncle - there is nothing for you here!"

"Oh, I think not," he replies, smirking as you grab for the door handle, a futile attempt at retreat.

He knows it's futile; he makes his way leisurely toward you, strolling forward like a man with all the time in the world to waste. You turn your head away and whimper as the hard line of his body settles against you, chilled and soaking through your nightrail, his nose carving a trail along your neck and inhaling.

"Mm," he moans, smiling against you when you sob, "so sweet, little niece. You were waiting for me, weren't you?"

You shake your head, cringing as he divests himself of his shirt, the fabric slapping damply against the stone floor. You squinch your eyes shut. Perhaps if I keep them closed, he will go away and this will stop. To no avail; you hear the sound of boots being discarded, the squelch of breeches hitting the ground, and you know when he returns to you that he is - he is -

"No!" you squeak, striking out aimlessly.

He groans as you make contact, though you do not know if you have struck him in the gut or the groin, and push past him, taking advantage of the moment. There is nowhere to run. Only one entry which he stands before, and you know you will not unlatch the door in time to make your exit; you briefly consider accepting death by plunging from the edge of the balcony, but he cannot win this way. You will not let him. You hear footsteps - you dart to the hearth - spinning around, you brandish the poker at him.

"Go home to Rhaenyra, uncle," you speak, though the words come out tremulously. You steadfastly avoid looking below his waist, not wishing to see the appendage with which he desires to violate you. "I have told you that I will not become your whore. You are wed in the eyes of the gods, and my virtue belongs to my husband alone."

"Your husband," he sneers, batting your makeshift weapon from your hand with little effort, grasping you by the throat in a punitive hold. "What common man could ever be good enough for the blood of Old Valyria? You're mine, Princess - and I will have you."

"Why are you doing this?" you gasp, clutching at his arm. He does not let up on his grip; his countenance is dangerous, eyes dark beneath the stern ridge of his brow, and for a moment you are worried he means to murder you. Then, sighing, he readjusts, loosening his grasp, keeping you still with the threat of renewed asphyxiation. You try to appeal to him. "I have been naught but your family, Uncle," you whisper beseechingly. "You used to play with me as a child!"

"And now it is time for you to perform as a woman must," he responds, grabbing you by the hip, and his face seems almost regretful at the statement.

You can feel the steel firmness of his - endowment - at your belly, and you gulp. His expression turns softer, his thumb rubbing circles into the flesh of your throat.

"I'll be gentle, sweetling," he says, "but you have no choice now. I'll take your maidenhead as my own, for it belongs to me. You'll bleed, though that cannot be helped. And, finally, I'll spill in you, because that is my right as your husband."

"Hus - husband?"

"Yes, my love," he croons, scruffing you by the neck to stop you recoiling as he leans in to kiss the tears from your cheeks. "I'll bed you, then wed you - out of order, perhaps, but you'll get your wish. Your virtue will belong to your husband. I'm sure 'Nyra will learn to share. Aegon's wives did, and so shall mine."

"I don't-"

"Enough," he barks, dragging you by the waist. You try to pull against him, but it is pointless - he is a battle-hardened warrior, built to make war against men far bigger and stronger than you. He tosses you upon your bed, dragging you down by the ankle when you turn to your belly and attempt to crawl away. "I tried to be nice, little girl, but I won't waste my time if you're going to be naughty."

He holds you down by the neck, shoving your face into the covers as he rucks up the back of your shift. You weep uncontrollably, kicking out your legs when he jerks them apart to settle in the space he has made. His fingers quest along your most secret places, coating your flesh in something slimy and warm - his saliva, you realise with disgust - digging uncomfortably into a crevice you have never dared to touch. It is replaced by the feeling of something much larger, hotter, more frightening. And then you are -

scored

in two

- and you shriek at the blistering iron of it, this invasion that rips you and annihilates everything that was bright and innocent and good. He holds you there, wailing, and kisses your shoulder even as he forces himself further.

"There, there, my love," he hushes you, stroking your hair as you bawl your defeat. You sink into the mattress, holding onto the sensation of fingers on your scalp, a babe new to the world and screaming at the red-hot tumult of it. It takes you away, locking you within the cage of your mind. You let it. "You're mine now."

He moves, and it is agony, a knife he uses to slice through your skin over and over again. You lay there, taking it, waiting for him to finish doing as he will, knowing there is nothing left to do now but keep still, keep quiet, and allow him to break you apart. His breath comes hot against the back of your neck, his lips marking maps across the flesh there, his hands seemingly multiplying in their quest to map the expanse of you within his reach. But this is all under water for you, muffled and distorted and strange. You are no longer encased in your body, a vestal spirit floating somewhere high above.

Let me be Athfiezar, wild and savage and free upon the wind.

Let me be Syrax, soaring as high as she might above the cities of Westeros.

Let me be Vhagar, traveller to shores far, far from here.

Anywhere but here.

"Fuck," he is moaning atop you, rutting away between your thighs, huffing and panting. "You've got the tightest little cunt, precious. I'll enjoy getting you with child."

You say nothing - it is not you he is after, but a facsimile of you, a doll-shaped figure with your face and your form that does nothing but lay there and gather dust.

When he spills, it is warm within you, and it reminds you of how cold you are, leached of all vigour and life. He withdraws, and you can feel the mess of fluids spilling from the part of you that is ruined now. Surely it is fractured beyond repair, you think, crying silently at the throb and sting of it.

"Good girl," Daemon soothes, pulling you into his embrace.

And how awful it is that your uncle's comfort is suddenly all that you desire - you cling to him, unable to connect the monster who has destroyed you with the very same man who had once carried you about your childhood home, loudly proclaiming 'make way for the Fairy Princess!'. You long for those days again.

"Shh," he murmurs, pressing tender-soft kisses to your cheeks, your nose, your mouth. "It's over now. Well done, niece."

It will never be over, you think hollowly, laying in his arms a broken shell of a girl. Never.

I am sorry for this. 'TIS AN AU BLURB, NO MORE!

[boytumms]

Okay so, I’ve had this one fantasy for a long time (probably since my sexual awakening lol) and it’s a double whammy of stuffing and pregnancy. A very vain person is kidnapped and told that the only way to leave is to clear the massive dining table of all the food on it.

They protest at first, they have an intense and strict diet and exercise regime and the food on the table is all fatty meats and buttery sides and carbs and sugary desserts. But their captor persists, giving them water spiked with appetite stimulants, and eventually they relent and try a bite. They’re so hungry at this point that they start gorging themselves, and even when they start to be in pain and really want to stop eating, they can’t. It’s like their body has a mind of its own as they eventually make their way through all of the food.

By the end their stomach is red and sore, they’re rubbing it desperately to try and find some relief but it’s like every available inch of space is taken up. Eventually, their captor enters the room and taunts them with how much weight they’ll gain because of this binge and the vain person is absolutely horrified. Then, the captor gives them an alternate option. Instead of gaining that weight, they can become pregnant with a child that is the equivalent weight. Best of all, they’ll give birth within the week and then they can just lose the leftover baby weight.

The vain person agrees immediately. They know pregnancy won’t be great for their figure but it’s better than having to work off fat. And how much could one stuffing like this cause? Five, at worst ten pounds? Easier to birth than exercise away. What they don’t realize is that the amount of food they ate was the equivalent of 30 pounds of weight gain and they are going to give birth to a toddler sized child in a week.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, stuffing + pregnancy is so top tier and they need to be combined more often!!!

What if, to make it worse for the poor guy, he agrees to the pregnancy thinking that the baby will replace the food he just ate, but instead, he get's impregnated on top of his fully stuffed stomach. While he wont gain the weight from the food, it's still in his stomach and has to be digested while the baby grows in his belly at the same time. Since he was forced to eat so much, it takes ages for his gut to process the food, so while he's still so overly stuffed, his tummy continues to swell even bigger with the huge soon to be 30 pound baby.

In a matter of days his belly doubles in size, becoming so large and heavy that he can barely stand on his own two feet anymore. The baby's growth is only aided by the copious amounts of nutrients from the food, so it grows big and strong extremely fast. It kicks and punches, twisting and turning in the poor boy's tummy, making him feel sick as his stomach cramps from the food it's still trying to work through. He spends his time trying to rub and sooth his restless belly, whimpering and trying to keep the baby calm to stop it from beating his tender tummy.

By the end of the week he's absolutely exhausted. His mountain of a tummy is so big it pins him to the ground, skin red and tight, so full now he can't even rub the painfully taut surface anymore. His massive toddler sized baby rolls and kicks within him, tenting the too tight skin and making him cry out in pain. Each movement threatens to rip through the paper thin skin of his swollen mound, and all he can do is clutch his bloated sides and pray his belly holds together.

The week is finally up and his captor excitedly waits for his labor to begin. After 7 days of torturous agony, the boy will finally be free, that is if he can survive giving birth to a gigantic 30 pound baby. His contractions start and his baby squirms inside him, eager to be born, but it still takes hours for his waters to finally break. By the time they do, he's already moaning and screaming in pain. He throws his head back in agony as the pressure heightens to the point he thinks he's really going to pop, when instead he feels something burst inside and a rush of hot fluid soaking his trembling thighs.

His captor laughs at him as he shakes and thrashes, arching his back and throwing his contracting belly into the air. He feels his captor place his rough hands on his squirming tummy, rubbing and squeezing his sides and making him choke out a garbled scream. Despite his weak pushes, the baby inches down towards his ass like it's trying to crawl out on its own. His canal stretches around the massive head, it's so big it feels like it's the size of a small melon.

Hours of pushing later it reaches his hole and begins to ram against the tight ring of muscle. The boy's voice is ragged from screaming, but he can't help by let out a torn cry as the baby spreads him wide. Slowly the head begins to emerge, stretching him further and further until he feels the skin begin to tear. He kicks and thrashes in pain, begging his captor to help him, but they laugh and tell him there's nothing they can do even if they wanted to help, which they don't.

The baby's head comes to a crown, and to the exhausted boy's horror and dismay, comes to a complete halt. He pushes and strains as hard as he can against the pain, but it's useless. His baby is stuck stretching him at it's widest point and he simply doesn't have the strength to force it to move. wailing in despair, he thrashes back and forth, trying to spread his trembling legs wider, clutching at his sweaty deformed belly, anything to get the head unstuck. Nothing works, and he falls back panting and moaning.

His eyes flutter as his vision blurs. He's too tired to push anymore and his head rolls back on the floor, letting the contractions rip through his body with his mouth hanging open in a silent scream of pain. Suddenly, his body jerks and his belly jumps. His eyes widen and his hands fly to his tummy, crying out as it jerks again. He looks down at his quivering belly in fear, watching in horror as it jerks over and over, pulling his body with it with each lurch. A sudden crack and he weakly cries out, feeling a rib break.

He realizes what's happening, his baby is trying to kick its way out of his belly. It's strong arms and legs push and kick at his insides, and cracking his ribs in the process. Each kick sends his mind spiraling with pain, arms wrapped around his tummy as far as he can reach in a desperate attempt to stop it's movements. He sobs and babbles incoherently as his baby forces its way out of his body, beating his insides to a pulp and tearing its way through his entrance.

With one last kick, the head bursts through his hole along side a gush of blood and fluid. His body convulses as the baby wriggles and writhes the rest of it's body out, leaving him gasping and wheezing, no longer able to scream anymore. The baby slides out between his legs and he hears it take its first breath and begin to cry. It's a miracle he's somehow survived giving birth to a baby the size of a two year old.

Standing over the boy, his captor picks up the crying baby. They look down at him and smirk, lifting their boot over his still swollen tummy and placing it right over his stretched out belly button. The boy seems unresponsive at first touch, but his captor drives their heel deep into the bloated, puffy flesh of his tender belly, immediately eliciting one last gargled shriek from the boy. Fluid spurts from his torn hole as the heel twists and digs into the poor boy's tummy, forcing the placenta out with a sick splatter onto the messy floor. His eyes roll back in his head and his tongue lolls out the side of his mouth, vision finally fading to black as his mind finally blacks out.

He should have just gained the 30 pounds

[lolanoelle]

Eddie takes care of you while you’re sick.

Since I am still newer to writing fanfiction, I am putting a little disclaimer here. I am going to be writing a few small pieces here and there using the characters from my previous series called one drunken night. In that fanfiction, Y/N and Eddie have a daughter named Ellie who is three and recently just got together. It isn’t completely necessary by any means to read to small series before reading this that I am about to put out, but you are more than welcome to. Since I am still navigating the world of writing fanfiction, this is how I am most comfortable writing. I will put the link to the first part of that series below. I hope you enjoy :)

You were laying in bed feeling completely miserable. You knew you should have expected catching the flu working at a daycare, but you didn’t think it would be as bad as it was. It had started with your daughter Ellie catching it first, since she attends the daycare that you work at. Thankfully, she had recovered pretty quickly and was feeling alright. You, however, could not seem to get better no matter what you tried. You had followed the same advice that the doctor had given you to help Ellie get better, but it didn’t seem to be working in your favor. You were resting, drinking as many fluids as possible and trying to eat when possible, but nothing was helping your state.

“Hey baby how are you doing in here?,” Eddie asked softly, coming into the room and sitting down beside you gently.

“I feel awful,” You replied reaching your hand out to him.

“Have you taken your temperature at all today?,” He asked, reaching for the thermometer on your beside table.

“I haven’t had a fever in days Eds, the symptoms just wont go away no matter what I do,” You respond, sounding defeated.

“I think that maybe you should go to the doctor for yourself babe. It’s been over a week since you got the flu and you’ve only gone for Ellie, not yourself,” He stated, rubbing his hand over your arm.

“So they can charge me to tell me to drink more water?,” You questioned.

“They might be able to give you something to help with the symptoms and get you back to normal,” He said looking down at you with sympathy ,” I hate seeing you like this and I think we should do whatever we can to get you better.”

“I don’t know if they can do much else to help me Eds,” you stated feeling sorry for yourself.

“Okay how about we make a deal, I’ll make you something to eat and if you can keep it down, I’ll drop the subject. If you can’t, I’m calling the doctor and making the appointment for you myself,” He said, reasoning with you. You couldn’t deny him when he was just doing his best to look out for you.

“Fine, its a deal,” You replied giving in. He held out his hand for you to shake with a goofy smile on his face. You shook it like you were closing a deal at a car dealership and rolled your eyes at his antics but couldn’t help but put a small smile on your face.

“I’ll get started on making you some lunch then,” He replied getting up from the bed and releasing your hand. Your stomach churned at the thought.

“You know you must have a fantastic immune system. I don’t know how you haven’t gotten sick this whole time when you’ve been taking care of Ellie and I,”You stated to the man who was adjusting your blanket before walking out of your bedroom.

“A silly bug can’t take down Eddie Munson,” He stated puffing out his chest dramatically.

“Yeah yeah whatever,” You rolled your eyes and brought the blanket back up over your shoulders as he exited the room.

You had slightly drifted off to sleep when you felt a little body behind yours.

“Mommy get up,” Ellie said from beside you, gently patting your hair. You knew that she was trying to mimic how you stroked her own hair when you would gently wake her up in the mornings for daycare and it brought a smile to your face.

“Okay baby I’m getting up,” You reply to the girl and scooped her into your arms before walking out of the bedroom. You walk to the dining room and see Eddie scooping some tomato soup into bowls for the three of you. You put Ellie into her booster seat and make sure she is secured in it and sit down beside her. You hadn’t noticed how hungry you truly were until you looked at the meal in front of you and your stomach rumbled.

“Okay I got you a little bit of soup and a grilled cheese, that way you have some options. I also got you some water and some apple juice,” Eddie said, sitting down across from you. You realized that you had the same meal as your toddler and laughed a little bit.

“Thank you Eds I appreciate you so much,” You say looking at him lovingly. You start off slow and take a couple of small bites of the grilled cheese and wash it down with some apple juice. You felt relieved when you didn’t feel the need to immediately go rid your stomach of it contents. You polished off your sandwich and ate the majority of your soup and you were feeling pretty good about yourself.

“Guess who’s not going to the doctor?,” You ask rhetorically giving Eddie a smug look from across the table.

“Okay color me impressed,” Eddie responded, finishing his own meal and clearing the table of the empty dishes. You stand and get your daughter out of her booster seat and place her down on the ground beside you. She grabs your hand and starts to drag you to another room.

“Come play with me mommy,” she says, quickening her pace and you feel queasy at the sudden movement. You let go of her hand and run to the bathroom, dropping to your knees and feeling betrayed by your body as you rid your stomach of the once delicious lunch. You start to get yourself cleaned up and as you do you start to cry. You were so frustrated with yourself. You were doing so good and here you were now, disappointing both yourself and your daughter. You cry harder as you’re brushing your teeth and feel an arm close around your waist from behind and look up into the bathroom mirror to meet Eddie’s eyes.

“It’s okay baby,” He says, placing a kiss to your shoulder.

“I’m over this Eddie. I can’t even play with my own daughter. She probably hates me right now,” You say, finishing cleaning your mouth and turning around to meet him. He wraps his arms around you and you rest your head on his chest, still crying.

“She does not hate you, she could never hate you. We both understand that you don’t feel good. Can I please make you a doctor appointment now? I’ll even go with you if it will make you feel better,” He comforts you. You only nod in response, sniffling into his chest. He stays with you there for a few moments before leading you out to your living room and helping you get cozy on your couch. You hear him pick up the phone and call the doctors office, making your appointment for you.

“Okay baby, your appointment is tomorrow at 9am. I will call my boss and tell him I’m going to be late to work okay?,” He said, making your heart melt at how willing he was to take care of you.

“It’s okay Eds, we have both missed enough work because of this. If you can just get Ellie to daycare tomorrow morning, I can make it to my appointment myself.,” You replied.

“Are you sure baby? It’s really no problem,” He said, a look of concern across his face.

“Yeah I’ll be okay. I promise if I think I need help at all you’ll be the first person I call,” You respond.

“Alright that sounds reasonable. I’ll take Ellie to daycare tomorrow morning then, but please do not hesitate to call me at work. The guys at the garage can live without me if need be,” He says sitting down beside you. You set your head on his lap and he starts running his hands through your hair as you watch a movie that he had put on for Ellie. You fall asleep like that and wake up when Eddie is carrying you to your bedroom later that night. He gets you settled into bed and lays down beside you.

“Goodnight baby, I love you,” He says, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, too,” You respond, half asleep. You drift off into the soundest sleep you have gotten since having the flu.

You wake up the next morning to your alarm going off, telling you you would have to get ready and leave for your appointment soon. You get out of bed slowly, making your way to the kitchen just in time to see Eddie putting on Ellies shoes, about to leave with her.

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” He says looking at you and chuckling a little bit at your disheveled state.

“Good morning meanie,” You pout at him teasing you.

“Ellie go give mommy a hug, we gotta get you to daycare and daddy has to go to work,” He says while finishing up the laces on the toddlers shoes. She runs over to you and hugs you around your legs.

“Bye mommy I love you,” She says and looks up at you with her lips pursed, waiting for a kiss. You start to tear up a little.

“Honey, mommy doesn’t want to kiss you on the lips because she’s sick okay,” You crouch down bringing her into a hug. You felt the tears streaming down your face and into your daughters hair. You kiss the top of her head and wipe away your tears before you pull back to look at her ,” I love you so much baby I’ll see you later okay?”

“Okay mommy. Love you,” She says, walking back over to Eddie and grabbing his hand. She was so understanding and patient for a toddler and you felt so blessed. The thought made you cry a little more. Eddie walks over to you and places his hand on your face.

“Hey baby it’s gonna be okay, alright?,” He says comforting you ,” I made you some peanut butter toast and some tea. Try to eat it before you leave okay?”

“Okay,” Is all you can get out, leaning into his hand and wishing you could stay like that for longer.

“Alright I love you and ill be home before you know it. I talked to Steve and he is going to get Ellie from daycare and watch her until I get off of work. I’ll call you on my lunch to see how your appointment went.,” He says, kissing your forehead and pulling away from you.

“I love you, too,” You respond watching as he and Ellie make their way towards the door the leave. Once they do, you eat as much of your breakfast as you can and shower and brush your teeth. Before you know it, its time to leave for your appointment. You get into your car and make the drive to the office.

When you get to the office, you check in and wait for the nurse to call you back. Once she does she gets your vitals and starts asking about your symptoms.

“So you’ve been having some nausea and fatigue?,” She asks.

“Yeah, my daughter had the flu and I think I caught it from her. I had a fever for a few days and it went away but I still can’t keep anything down and I just want to sleep all day,” You respond.

“Okay, just a few more general questions and then the doctor will be in to see you. Are you sexually active?,” She asks looking at you.

“Uh, yes I am,” You reply, slightly blushing.

“When was your last menstrual cycle?,” She asks.

“Um, I actually don’t know. It’s hard to keep track of sometimes. ,” You respond trying to think ,” I just recently moved a couple of months ago and I had my period… right. Before.”

“Okay, well its possible with the stress of the move and you getting sick since you said you did have a fever, its throwing your cycle off, but just to be safe we will have you take a pregnancy test,” She stated looking at you. You heart started racing, you hadn’t even thought about the possibility of you being pregnant. The more you thought about it, the more you realized how similar the symptoms were to when you were pregnant with Ellie. But you did have a fever so it was probably just the flu and you were probably psyching yourself out for nothing.

The nurse got a urine sample from you and escorted you back to your room. You sat there a little bit anxiously until you heard a knock on the door, signaling that your doctor was here.

“Hello, Y/N. So we ran a few tests and it does look like you did test positive for the flu, but you should be just about over it. As you know, we did run a pregnancy test as well, and it also came back positive. Congratulations, you’re pregnant!,” Your doctor explained to you. You sat there in shock.

“I’m pregnant?,” You ask bewildered.

“Yes dear you are. I know your main complaint coming here was that you had some bad nausea and couldn’t keep any food down. We definitely don’t want that happening, as you need to keep hydrated for both you and the baby. I’m going to start you on some pre-natal vitamins and I’ll prescribe something to help with your nausea. I’ll get it sent over to the pharmacy now and it should be ready by the time you make it over there. Do you have any questions or concerns?,” She’s asks.

“Uh- no, I guess not,” You replied, still in shock.

“Alright, well you will have to follow up with an OBGYN, do you already have one or would you like me to recommend one for you?,” She continued going over the next steps in your pregnancy and you got all the information you needed from her. You left your appointment and were on autopilot. You stopped at the pharmacy and got your prescriptions and made your way home. You were sitting on the couch when the news you had received really hit you. You placed your hand on your lower stomach and started to cry. You were going to have another baby with the love of your life. You had wished that you had let him come to your appointment with you instead of telling him to go into work.

The day continued on and your nausea medicine was working like a charm. You decided to break the news to Eddie you would make him his favorite dinner to put him in a good mood. He had called on his lunch like he said he would and you told him about the nausea medicine and about how your doctor said you did have the flu, but you wanted to tell him about the pregnancy in person. You made one of his favorite dinners, pot roast will rolls and salad. You were happy to not get nauseas at the smell of the delicious food. Before you knew it, you heard a car pulling up out front and finished up setting the table just in time for Eddie and Ellie to walk through the door.

“Mommyyy!!,” Ellie exclaimed, running over to you. You scooped her up into your arms and pressed a kiss to her lips since you didn’t get to this morning.

“Hi baby I missed you,” You said to her.

“Wow, you must be feeling a lot better. You’ve even got some color back to you,” Eddie says walking over and tucks some hair behind your ear.

“I definitely feel better. Thank you for pushing me to go to the doctor. This nausea medicine is a miracle worker,” You say.

“Let me get one of those by the way,” He says, leaning in and connecting his lips to yours softly. You had insisted that he didn’t kiss you since you had been sick, and since he saw that you felt comfortable enough to give Ellie one, he should be in the clear as well.

“I made pot roast for dinner,” You said once he pulled away. His eyes light up.

“My favorite! Baby you didn’t have to do that,” He says.

“You’ve been taking care of me this whole time, I wanted to repay you,” You respond.

“Well you sure know the way to my heart,” He says as you both walk to the dining room where you already had everyone’s plates laid out. You eat dinner as Eddie talks about his day. You were getting antsy at the idea of telling him that you were going to have another baby. You decided to wait until after you put Ellie to bed to tell him the news. You didn’t know how he would take the news, as it could be stressful to account for another human being when it came to the bills. Diapers were expensive enough on their own.

You both get Ellie ready for bed and make your way back to the living room. You both sit on the couch and he puts a movie on. He starts to tell you a story about one of his customers for the day and you try your best to focus on it but you can’t help but think about the big news that you have to tell him.

“Hey, are you okay? You kinda spaced out on me there,” He says looking at you with concern.

“Eds I need to tell you something ,” You say turning towards him to face him fully and grab his hands in yours.

“What’s going on, is everything alright?,” He asked you.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, so I’m just going to come out and say it. I’m pregnant,” You said and searched his face for a reaction.

“Son of a bitch,” He said looking away. He looks back as your face and his eyes widen when he sees tears starting to form in your eyes ,” No honey, no I didn’t mean that towards you, I was just saying that because Harrington was right. I talked to him this morning about watching Ellie since you were going to the doctor because you were sick and he said he bets that you were pregnant and I actually made a bet and now I owe that fucker money.” He looks at you again chuckling a little after rambling on about Steve.

“So you’re not disappointed?,” You ask, looking up at him through tear filled eyes.

“Oh baby, how could I ever be disappointed about this,” He says sincerely.

“I know it wont be cheap to have another kid, I don’t want to put any strain on you,” You reply.

“I will have as many kids as you want to keep you happy. Ellie is the most perfect little girl I have ever met in my entire life, and I’m not just saying that because she’s half me. I’m saying that because she’s half you and I am so in love with you. I wouldn’t have this any other way,” He said, bringing you closer to him. You continue to cry, but now its because of the love you have radiating for Eddie.

“I love you so much,” You sniffle into him.

“Honestly I should have never bet Harrington in the first place, you’ve been crying an awful lot lately. That should’ve been a major clue,” He laughs.

“So how much do you owe him?,” You ask wiping your eyes and giggling a little with him.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” He replies, giving you a kiss on your forehead and then resting his head on top of yours as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“We’ve got to figure out how to tell Ellie. Oh my gosh we’ve got to tell Wayne! He’s going to freak out,” You state.

“Oh yeah he is. He loves the grandpa title. I can’t imagine how he’s even going to react.” He said chucking into your hair. You spent the rest of the afternoon talking about how to tell your family and discussing possible baby names. You felt at home

[slutdge]

hey so like the whole "my kid tries to run away from home cause i wont let them have candy for breakfast" thing where parents actually let them pack up their stuff and leave is awful. like were all aware of that right. like yeah sure YOU as a parent understand theyre not gonna go far and dont mean it and will come back, but once again, so many parents only consider themselves in this situation. what youre telling that child is that you dont care if they leave and you never see them again and that will effect them for the rest of their lives, instead of making an effort to reason with them by talking to them like theyre a PERSON instead of just an object, and dont even fucking try to add some "well kids just dont listen" shit to this post, they would if you made any effort to treat them like human beings but you dont, you treat them like objects and accessories. it makes me sick to my stomach that anyone thinks doing this is cute and a normal parenting tactic. kindness and empathy is always an option. it doesnt seem like a big deal to you, but to a young developing brain it means the world to their mental health as an adult. all this will result in is even bigger problems down the road because your child feels like they dont matter.