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zebuie · 11 days

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CINNAMON GIRL

pairings; gf!ellie x fem!reader

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 SYNOPSIS:: You were making cinnamon rolls in the kitchen when Ellie walked in and tempted you into some steamy action. (SORRY I DONR KNOW HOW TO WEORD THIS)

WARNINGS— 2.6k words, smut!!!!, strap on usage (r receiving), eating out (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), pet names (good girl🙁, mama, uhemmm idk), ellie calls her strap her dick, Ellie fucks u on the counter, a little bit of fluff in the start?!? uhuhuhhhh sorry my brain isn’t functioning propoerly😆😆😆

a/n; writing this made me realize how single I am LORDDD anyways I’m so cramped with work I have sm to do I jus wnan sleep 😞 also might start writing for Abby and dina yusssss🔥 there’s a lotta (r receiving) in the warnings i need to dom Ellie

DAILY CLICK

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It was a Friday evening, Ellie had originally planned to hang out with her friends but changed her mind and decided to stay at home with you

You could hear her swearing and groaning from the other room while playing her video game.

Suddenly, she switched off the console, walked over to you who was adorned in a pair of satin short shorts and a tank top wearing an apron around your waist, engaged in making cinnamon rolls on the flour-covered countertop.

Upon spotting you, Ellie ambled up towards you and hugged you closely before pointing towards the half-completed dough on the counter

“hey baby, need help?” she asked, You smiled at Ellie's unexpected surprise and hugged her back, happy to spend your evening together.

"Yeah definitely thanks," you replied sweetly, "I almost got bored playing around with the dough. A little help would be great."

Ellie smirked before helping you out on rolling and kneading the sticky dough until it became smooth and stretchy.

As the two of you continued to bake, a playful banter filled the air as Ellie shared stories about her gaming adventures while you teased her gentle nature against her tough girl persona.

You were getting along great while making those cinnamon rolls when you both ended up covered in dough.

You laughed and joked about it before Ellie decided to take it a step further.

She pretended to dodge you but eventually, she let herself get caught by your arms, flour all over her. It was silly,

but so sweet. You brushed the dust off her shoulders and neck with one hand which made Ellie giggle even more. It's moments like these that make relationships worthwhile.

You continued baking the cinnamon rolls and somehow managed to avoid any more dough-mishaps. Ellie felt a sudden pang of hunger which made you suggest trying one of the warm freshly baked treats.

Excited, Ellie eagerly obliged; her eyes closing in pleasure as she bit into the soft, sticky roll coated with sweet cinnamon-sugar mix. She moaned quietly "babe! these are amazing,"

pulling you close for a tender kiss to share in her delight. As you basked in Ellie's contented sigh, the scent of warm cinnamon rolls filling the air around you, something deep inside urged you to pull her even closer.

You couldn't resist any longer as your fingers intertwined with hers and gently tugged her into a more intimate hug.

Ellie didn't protest but rather melted against your chest completely entranced by the warmth emanating from both of your bodies.

Slowly, she tilted her head upwards to meet your gaze; desire flickering within her eyes like soft moonlight. In that moment, everything else faded away leaving just the two of you wrapped up in each other's arms - sharing a gentle kiss filled with tenderness and longing.

As your lips parted, you felt the urge to deepen the kiss, drawing Ellie closer until you were practically devouring her sweet lips.

Your hands moved from her fingers up her arms, taking in every curve as they reached around to cradle her lower back. She sighed deeply as she surrendered herself to your embrace fully engrossed in the passionate exchange.

Before too long, soft moans escaped both of your lips mingling together creating a symphony of desire that resonated within the peaceful serenity of your warm kitchen. Ellie slowly but slyly untied ur apron, gripping onto your thighs and propping you up on the flour covered countertop.

“Ellie..” you whined, In that moment, there was no need for words - your eyes conveyed everything - want, desire, hunger for her sweet touch.

Her fingers dug into your flesh as she pressed herself closer to you; a whimper escaping her lips. Without hesitating further, Ellie slipped her hands under the waistband of ur shorts and gently cupped your bare cheeks in her palms sending shivers down your spine.

"God Ellie...", you moaned softly, burying your face in the hollow of her neck as she fondled your ass with skilled hands.

Her breath washed over your ear sending jolts of pure lust down your spine.

She kissed you hungrily again and then started to trail her lips downward onto your chest; teasing circles around the soft skin between ur pecs before moving lower. You watched through hazy desire filled eyes as she lowered herself even further until her lips were barely touching the fabric of your panties. "Ellie...want you so bad," you breathed out thickly, your hips bucking instinctively as she continued her teasing.

Ellie's smile grew wickedly wide as she slipped a hand inside your panties; her eyes meeting yours. She leaned back slightly, pulling on ur panties until it finally came off - leaving you fully exposed to her heated gaze. Ellie palmed your pussy, teasingly stroking your slit causing wet warmth to flood between your legs. Her gaze never left yours as she blew a gentle stream of air against your moistened folds; a soft whimper escaping from deep within you.

Ellie leaned closer, trailing her tongue along the sensitive seam while probing gently inside with one finger.

You cried out softly, arching your back at the delicious sensation flooding through you as she continued to lave her tongue along your slick folds. She slipped a second finger inside, stretching you deliciously while occasionally flicking her thumb across your bundle of nerves.

she then slowly started to plant sloppy kisses on your neck, her hand on your neck. Ellie pulled back from your sensitive spots, admiring the glistening dampness she left on you. "so beautiful.." she whispered softly, trailing her fingers through the wetness before dipping them in her mouth teasingly.

You sighed contentedly as her other hand moved between your thighs spreading you open just a bit more; giving her easier access to explore your body further with soft gentle kisses and lingering licks.

She teased your most sensitive spot with gentle flicks of her tongue while her fingers danced around you, increasing the pressure as she gradually pushed you closer to the edge.

Ellie moved her other hand between you, rubbing lightly against your hardening clit making waves of pleasure crash through you until everything became a blur; ecstasy washing over you as waves after wave of intense pleasure crashed down upon you.

You moaned loudly in pure delight; trembling under Ellie's skilled touches until at last, your body relaxed completely leaving both of you breathing heavily in each other's embrace.

As your shudders slowly subsided, Ellie pulled away to admire the flushed beauty of her lover. "love u s’much.. " she murmured before reaching up to pull your damp tank top off; tossing it aside.

She ran her fingers softly over your chest, grazing the skin tenderly and gently cupping each breast while leaning in for a deep kiss.

Her fingers teased circles around your sensitive nipples causing you to gasp slightly at the sweet pleasure emanating through you.

Ellie slowly traced the curve of your breasts, her fingers sliding under you and around your body until she reached between your thighs; running her finger through the wetness there.

She glanced down at it with a knowing smirk before glancing back up into your eyes; the strain in them telling her everything she needed to know. Slipping off her own sweat pants, Ellie revealed the strap on that was nestled against her core; a wicked gleam lighting up her eyes as she noticed your obvious intrigue. "ready?" Her voice was soft, You nodded wordlessly.

feeling a surge of anticipation course through you as she slowly began to ease the strap on between your legs. Ellie ran it along the swollen folds before sliding it gently inside you; stretching you even further causing shuddering moans of delight to escape your lips.

She adjusted herself, getting comfortable and gripping one end while her free hand danced around your body playfully - occasionally caressing or teasing parts of your sensitive flesh until you were whimpering for more.

With a gentle pull, Ellie guided you off the counter and turned you around so your ass was up in the air; her lips finding their way to the soft skin of your lower back as she explored every inch with loving thoroughness.

As she rubbed against you, Ellie slowly began to push inside again causing hot waves of pleasure to crash through you.

You moaned deeply at the fullness stretching you wide while pushing back against her eagerly.

Ellie picked up pace, her hips moving faster and more confidently as she savored the feeling of being so deeply connected to you.

Her fingers traced sensual patterns on your lower back, occasionally grazing the sensitive skin right by your buttocks; making you shudder delightfully in pleasure.

"Please mama…fuckkkk-" Ellie breathed out huskily against your skin - her tone thick with passion and desire before withdrawing almost completely only to slam back inside leaving a soft grunt escaping from both of you.

Ellie continued to plunge herself in and out of you, her rhythm becoming more intense as she growled deep in her throat - her entire body consumed by the pure bliss of being connected to you.

She reached forward to wrap her fingers around your clit; rubbing it gently while alternately teasing your entrance with the tip of the strap on. You whined softly, desperately trying to control yourself but the pleasurable sensations were overwhelming.

Sweat was dripping from both of you, but it did nothing to dampen the intense passion between you.

Ellie's panted breaths filled your ears as she drove deeper, her muscles clenching around your wet folds causing shivers to dance through you.

She continued to tease your sensitive bundle of nerves; her fingers moving in delicate patterns while thrusting harder and faster into your core. The feeling of being stretched wide coupled with Ellie's skilled caresses caused you to feel a pressure building low in your belly; every thrust intensifying it until all you could do was moan loudly.

She sensed the impending climax and changed her pace once more - drawing herself almost completely out before plunging back inside fiercely, her fingers continuing to torment your clit.

Ellie swore she felt your muscles contracting around her and she knew you were close. With a growl, she thrust herself harder, “cmon baby, takin’ my dick so well..” Ellie grunted. You cried out,

a powerful climax washing over you as pleasure ripped through your body. Your muscles clamped down hard on Ellie's strap on and she groaned deeply - her hips stalling for a moment before resuming their frenetic rhythm. Ellie rode it out with you - her own orgasm surging through her at the sweet sound of your cries.

The intensity of your orgasm sent Ellie over the edge and she grunted loudly as her own release surged through her; her body shaking with pleasure. As the sensations subsided, she gently pulled out of you and spun you around so you were facing her - a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Good girl..." Ellie teased lightly, reaching down to stroke herself through her sweatpants; giving an amused glance towards your dripping pussy.

"Fuck, yes." Ellie finally spoke gruffly, her fingers disappearing inside her pants to find her throbbing clit.

"made me cum so hard... I need your sweet pussy to finish me off." She gave a lustful groan as she tugged you closer - sitting on the couch and pulling you over herself.

As you straddled Ellie's lap, she eagerly ground herself against your sopping folds - moaning loudly as she rubbed her clit against the soft flesh. She reached up to grasp your hips; tugging you closer and harder onto her grind.

Your pussy pressed against Ellie's clit, causing her to shiver from the contact; her hips bucking in pleasure. "You like that?" Ellie husked out before giving your hips a hard squeeze.

You whimpered, unable to deny the pleasure radiating through you.

Your pussy slickened even more, rubbing against her sensitive nub in perfect harmony.

Ellie's breathy moans became louder and more frantic; her hips thrusting upward,

chasing after the sweet edge that seemed always just out of reach.

Sweat glistened on both your bodies as the intensity of your grinding grew stronger - pleasure swelling within you, threatening to spill over.

Ellie dug her fingers into your flesh, her hips bucking fiercely against yours; she let out a fierce growl before burying her face in the crook of your neck.

Her rough tongue trailed up your throat, suckling and biting gently at your earlobe as she moaned loudly into your ear - her body shaking from the force of her climax.

As Ellie's orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pleasure coursed through you; forcing a gasp past your lips as you also felt yourself approaching the edge.

Her climax spent, Ellie gently eased you off her lap - a satisfied smile spread across her face. "Fuck babe, I needed that." She leaned in for a tender kiss; softly grazing her teeth over your lower lip before pulling away.

#ellie tlou2 #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #tlou2 ellie #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #the last of us #Spotify

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targaryenluvs · 5 months

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TWO FOR ONE!

pairings: hobie brown x fem!reader, miguel o hara x fem!reader (miguel pining)

warnings: none really, miguel’s a sad party pooper, flirting

summary: you were totally falling for hobie, and hobie was for you. but there was a third in this relationship, miguel. not that you noticed anyways, hobie did though.

word count: 2.5k

a/n: look at me go posting something not hunger games for once, i think i posted this before nd it got deleted but i saw the idea and half written re-do in my notes so y not!

Could this debrief be longer?

Hobie's heart skipped a beat as you leaned your head on his shoulder. He couldn't help but smile, secretly reveling in your closeness. "Yeah, Miguel, we're just enjoying your captivating storytelling skills," he said, his voice light and playful.   Miguel raised an eyebrow, not fully convinced by your response. However, he decided to let it go for now and continued with the debriefing.    You wanted to keep joking around so you leaned into talk to Hobie and you couldn’t help but notice how close he was. And god did he look pretty up close.    Hobie's heart raced as you leaned in to talk to him. He couldn't help but be acutely aware of your close proximity, your features illuminated in the soft light. His mind went blank for a moment, captivated by your beauty.   But he quickly regained his composure, flashing a charming smile. "You know, doll, you have a way of making even the most serious situations feel lighter," he whispered back, his voice filled with warmth.   Miguel's gaze flickered towards the two of you for a moment, a faint hint of suspicion flashing across his eyes, but he continued with the briefing, unaware of the budding connection between Hobie and You.   “Says you Hobs.” You laughed whilst poking his chest, “You always know how to make me smile no matter what’s going on. And- I love it.” You smiled.   Miguel couldn’t help but look over once in a while. He seemed, Jealous? 

Hobie's heart skipped a beat at your words, a rush of warmth flooding his chest. "Well, doll, making you smile is definitely something I strive for. I'm glad I can bring some joy to your life," he said softly, his voice filled with a mix of affection and disbelief.

Ever since you both joined the spider-society he’d always found you to be a close friend of his, always the two of you laughing your asses off together no matter what.

Every time the two of you crashed over in each others universe you’d always been stuck with eachother. And overtime you’d managed to slowly fall in love with him, how could you not?   Miguel, observing the interaction between Hobie and you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. The intensity of his gaze hardened slightly, his brows furrowing before he broke his stare and continued with the briefing, his expression unreadable.   “Although your thick british accent isn’t the most helpful yknow?” You joked around as Hobie gasped, with his hand to his chest in fake shock, “How dare you? This accent is stunning, almost as stunning as the girl infront of me.” He spoke as you couldn’t help but blush.   You felt so red in the face so you buried your face in your hands. Jessica was addressing you all now and Miguel, instead of sitting at the front of the table, was right infront of Hobie and you.

Hobie couldn’t help but smirk.  He had the idea to rile him up.  And it seemed like even more of a great idea by the passing moment. So why not put it in motion?   Hobie grabbed your hands and joked, “C’mon lemme see that gorgeous face of yours.” Hobie smirked towards Miguel, and Miguel couldn’t contain himself. 

“No stop- I’m so red!” You whisper-yelled.

Hobie's heart raced with both excitement and nervousness as he held your hands in his own, feeling the warmth against his own skin. He couldn't resist the opportunity to tease Miguel a little, especially when he saw the faint hint of jealousy in his eyes.  With a mischievous smirk, Hobie gently tugged your hands away from your face. "Oh, come on, Y/n. Let us bask in the glory of that redness. It only makes you more adorable," he whispered playfully, meeting Miguel's gaze for a split second.   Miguel shifted in his seat, an unmistakable flicker of annoyance crossing his features. He cleared his throat and looked away, attempting to redirect his focus back to Jessica's address, but the tension in the air was palpable.   “Fine! Fine! It’s gone anyway.” You smiled as you looked up at him. “You’re pretty cute yknow?” I teased as Hobie raised a brow, “Y’think? I bet I’m nothing compared to you love.” He teased back.   It seemed like Miguel had had enough as he coughed for your attention, “You two wanna pay attention to what’s going on or are you going to keep disturbing everyone?” Miguel scowled towards Hobie.   And as you were about to respond Hobie spoke up, “I don’t think we’re disrupting anyone Boss-man. Anyone feelin’ disrupted?” Hobie asked as everyone shrugged. Hobie looked back at Miguel and grinned, “See? Didn’t think so. Keep going Jess.” Hobie egged her on to continue with her debrief.   Hobie couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he defended both himself and you against Miguel's scowl. He couldn't resist a bit of playful banter with his boss, even if it was a subtle way of asserting his presence.

As dismissive Hobie seems to be, he was far from

it when it came to you. And you weren’t exactly the most observant, you never noticed the stares and comments from people, whilst he did.   You suppressed a giggle, hiding a smile by digging your face into Hobies shoulder as you watched the interaction between Hobie and Miguel. You were starting to notice the undercurrent of tension between the two men, but for now, you chose to remain silent and let Hobie take the lead.   Miguel huffed under his breath, clearly frustrated, but he reluctantly turned his attention back to Jessica and resumed the debrief, unable to deny Hobie's claim that they weren't being disruptive.   Hobie grinned triumphantly, stealing a quick glance at you to make sure your were okay before shifting his focus back to the debriefing, listening intently to Jessica's instructions. The subtle competition for you attention continued, a silent battle fought in stolen glances and playful banter (mostly on Hobies side).    After the debrief you were so tired of work you decided to invite everyone out for drinks.   No spider-suits just normal clothes.   Hobie decided to host it on his Earth and even play with his band, Gwen, Pav Miles were excited to say the least. Peter had begged May to come along and she agreed after a few hours of convincing.

When you all arrived you were amazed when it came to the talking. You’d only ever heard Hobies British accent of course but it was so weird to hear it everywhere.   And through the night couldn’t help but look at Hobie with love. He looked absolutely fantastic outside of work, even more so on stage.   When he was on stage he wouldn’t stop looking at you and smiling, the only person in the bar who wasn’t smiling was-   “Y/n. How are you?” Miguel asked me as I turned around, “I’m- great honestly. It’s nice to see everyone outside of work. And Hobie is-“   “Absolutely incredible?” Hobie smiled as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Oh my god yes! You were fantastic!” You shouted over the music as you hugged him tightly and he reciprocated.   Hobie couldn’t help but smirk as he looked at Miguel easily over your shoulder. “Glad you enjoyed Y/n,” He spoke loudly before lowering to my ear, “This set was especially for you.”   You withdrew from the hug and smiled widely, “No way! Really? Thank you oh my god you shouldn’t have! Miles looks like he needs saving over there but we’ll talk soon okay?” You smiled as you got on my tip toes to kiss him on the cheek before turning and waving to Miguel. The two began to talk as you left.  

Hobie's heart practically leaped with joy as you praised his performance on stage. The way your eyes sparkled with admiration made his heart skip a beat. He couldn't contain the smile that graced his lips as he leaned into you, savoring the warmth of their hug.   Miguel's expression remained impassive, but the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his inner frustration. He watched as you and Hobie shared their moment, his eyes momentarily flickering with a mixture of envy and longing.   As you pulled away and mentioned needing to check on Miles, Hobie's smirk grew wider. He leaned in towards your ear, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music. "All for you, doll. I'm glad you enjoyed it," he whispered, his tone filled with affection.   You beamed with happiness, grateful for Hobie's gesture. The tension between the two men lingered, even in your absence, as you made your way to Miles, their thoughts filled with the special connection they shared with Hobie.  

 “How’d you like my set mate?” Hobie smirked at Miguel.   

Miguel raised an eyebrow, the tension between him and Hobie still palpable. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched you leave with a smile on their face after their interaction with Hobie.   "It was fine," Miguel replied curtly, not wanting to admit how much he had actually enjoyed Hobie's performance. "You seem to have quite the effect on Y/n," he added, unable to hide a hint of bitterness.   Hobie chuckled knowingly, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Well, Miguel, maybe if you showed a little more, pizzazz, you could have the same effect," he teased, leaning against the bar as he subtly scanned the crowd for your whereabouts.   Miguel scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't need anyone's approval," he grumbled, his tone defensive.   Hobie's smirk only grew wider as he continued to playfully provoke Miguel. "Oh, I know, Boss-man. But it wouldn't hurt to let loose once in a while," he said, his gaze returning to the stage where the band continued to play.   “Maybe she’d would like you more if you were more chill she’d open up to you like she does with me.” Hobie teased as he downed his drink.   “I don’t need you to give me tips. And why would I want her to chill with me? She’s a colleague nothing more.”   “Don’t you want it to be more? Every time you look at her you always want to say som more my man.” Hobie laughed.  

Miguel's jaw tensed as Hobie continued to tease him, hitting a nerve with his observations. He tried to maintain his cool facade, but deep down, he couldn't completely deny his attraction towards you.   "She is a colleague, yes, but that doesn't mean I'm oblivious to her charms," Miguel retorted, his tone defensive. "But I don't need to prove anything to you or anyone else. My relationship with her is strictly professional."   Hobie's laughter filled the air, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "Oh, come on, Miguel. We both know there's more there. The way your eyes follow her whenever she leaves the room, the way you listen so intently to her words. Admit it, Boss-man, you're smitten," he taunted, raising his glass in a playful toast.   Miguel gritted his teeth, his frustration mounting. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Hobie. Let's just enjoy the night, shall we?" he replied, his voice strained.   Hobie's smirk softened slightly as he realized Miguel's true struggle. He took a deep breath, changing the subject. "Yeah, you're right. Let's just enjoy the night. We'll see what happens," he said, subtly shifting the conversation away from their unspoken competition for your affection.   Miles and Gwen were holding their own as you walked back.   “Hey I’m pretty tired, tonight was amazing but I think I should call it a night.” You smiled up at him.   “Oh no love there’s no way I’m letting you go at such a late time. You can crash with me yeah?” Hobie suggested.   “You sure? I don’t wanna be a n-“ Hobie cut me off with a hug, “Nah, you’re good. You wanna head out now?” He asked as you nodded, “You cold?”   You nodded again, “A little, I left my jumper at HQ.” Hobie quickly smiled, “I’ll go grab mine and say goodbye yeah? I’ll see you.” He said as he kissed the side of your head, leaving you with a pissed off Miguel.   "I'll wait for you here, just say your goodbyes," you shouted out, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. You really did like Hobie, you just hoped this night went smoothly.   Miguel kept his irritation in check, but his eyes narrowed as he observed the intimate gesture between Hobie and you. He tried to push aside his feelings of jealousy, reminding himself that he had no claim over you.   “You okay there?” You asked Miguel as you waited for Hobie, you reached out and rested your hand on his upper arm, “You seem- tense.”   Miguel eyes raised instantly at the insinuation, but quickly lowered as he realised you didn’t mean it that way. “I’m, I’m okay. Just a bit stressed from-“   Your eyes were wide, completely engaged in the conversation and Miguel suddenly felt- watched. “It’ll be okay Miguel. You’ve got a brilliant team, as well as brain, at HQ and we’re always here to help you. You shouldn’t try to do everything yourself, least us help you from time to time. You should have a life, no offence, outside of work.” You answered with a smile.  

Miguel's guarded expression softened as you reached out and placed a reassuring hand on his arm. He couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort from your touch, your genuine concern shining through.

As he looked at your hand he noticed the intricate patterns all over and couldn’t help the smile, “It looks beautiful, what is it?”

“It’s Henna or in Punjabi more so Mehndi. It’s derived from a certain plant and basically is used for special occasions or just in general. It’s temporary but depending on what brand you use it lasts longer.”

Miguel felt happy, for once, seeing you smile so much and talk with passion about your culture made him warm inside.    For a brief moment, Miguel entertained the thought of confiding in you, opening up about the weight he carried as the leader of the Spider Society. The desire for someone to understand his struggles tugged at his heart, but the fear of vulnerability held him back.

As Miguel spoke, he couldn't help but notice the way you looked at him, your eyes filled with kindness and understanding. For a moment, the weight on his shoulders felt a little lighter.

Perhaps there was room for more than just work in his life.   He met your eyes, the sincerity shining through, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. "You're right, Y/n. I appreciate your support more than you know," he replied, momentarily forgetting the tension between him and Hobie.    “Yeah Hobie. You gonna be okay Mig?” You asked.

Miguel hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire to be honest with you and the fear of revealing too much. He finally settled on a composed expression, his voice tinged with a hint of fatigue. He’d been working so hard lately and with you on his mind always, it was hard to focus. “But back to you, Miguel, are you sure-”

"I'll be fine, Y/n. Just tired, like I said. You two go ahead and have a good night," Miguel replied, his tone gentle yet distant. He tried to mask any hint of disappointment as he averted his gaze.

You exchanged a concerned glance with Hobie before giving Miguel a reassuring smile. "Alright, if you say so. Take care of yourself, Miguel. We'll catch up soon," You said, voice filled with genuine care.

Miguel nodded in response, the weight of his emotions growing heavier. As he watched Y/n and Hobie walk away, he couldn't help but long for a different outcome, one where he could let down his guard and pursue a deeper connection with you.

But for now, he had to accept his role as your boss and put your guy’s professional relationship first.

Maybe one day, you’d choose him.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #atsv #miguel o’hara x reader

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wannaeatramyeon · 10 months

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Gun Park x Reader: this is our place (we make the rules)

Chapter 9 - Probably should read ch1 first

Things get a little weird after that.

Gun has ample sexual experience but no relationship experience. He does not know how to take the next step.

(He does know how to pleasure you in bed... though he knows definitively that that’s not the best way to proceed.)

And you are a lost cause, having little experience of anything at all.

You both tiptoe along the blurred line between tentative friends and something more.

The routine continues though it’s not as easy as it once was. You are on edge, reading into every little thing, face blushing and voice stammering at the slightest flirtation or touch.

Gun is Gun. He is how he always is.

Yet he pulls back a little, taking your reactions as hesitation and uncertainty about him.

It doesn’t stop his eyes lingering on your lips whenever you try to get your words out.

For the first time in his life, there’s a hunger in him that he knows exactly how to satiate but finds his hands completely tied.

Gun is the one who graces your front door, a very unusual occurrence especially at this time in the morning. Fully dressed despite the early hours and a duffle bag at his side.

He waits for you to answer, hears your sluggish footsteps approach the door and wonders if this was what it was like for you all those months ago.

The door swings open, and he’s greeted with the sight of you still half asleep and hair wild.

(I want to see this every morning, a hopeful voice in his brain offers. One that has grown confident and loud. Louder than his bloodlust. Louder than his search for a successor.)

“Gun? What time is-” The sentence is cut off with a large yawn.

Even that. Gaping mouth, bleary eyes, the way the yawn travels through your body and you stretch - he finds it endearing.

“I’ll be gone for a few weeks on a business trip.”

Gun pinpoints the exact second his words take hold, your eyes flying open and all signs of sleep gone from your face.

“Few weeks?!”

A brief nod. “If it goes to plan”

“Are you,” you bite your lip, wondering if it’s too forward for you to ask but you choose to bite the bullet instead, “Are you going to keep in touch?”

“When I can, of course,” Gun doesn’t even hesitate, no doubt in his mind that he would.

He does hesitate at his next move though, for a fleeting moment, before he takes a leap of faith and hands you a small envelope.

“Open it when I’m gone.”

“Ok…” Your hands grip the edges tight.

It’s only a few weeks. You’ve already survived many weeks, months, years without him and he said he would be in touch. Why are you feeling such a pang of sadness?

Gun sees your face drop, lips turning down into a frown and starting to wobble. So he allows himself a small indulgence. Gives in to something he has wanted to do for a while.

He takes your hand, holding it firm in his, brings it up to his lips and kisses each knuckle.

Gentle, delicate. He didn’t realise he could ever be this tender.

“Don’t miss me too much,” he murmurs against your skin.

As soon as Gun is gone, you tear open the envelope.

Out drops a note enclosed around a key, very similar to the one you have.

The handwriting you can never mistake for anyone else’s.

‘Treat my home as if it is your own. Look after it for me.’

Running your finger along the jagged edges, you check to see if this key is actually real and won’t disappear the next time you blink.

Feels solid enough.

You give your wrist a harsh pinch.

Ouch. Fuck. Not a dream either.

You’re not stupid. You know what a grand gesture this is, and one you didn’t think would come from Gun.

Giving a key to someone else is huge. A big step in a relationship, an even bigger step for you and him because who knows what the hell this is.

Although it is expected, now you think about it. Everything he does has an intensity, never without purpose.

And actually. A trusted neighbour having your house key is perfectly normal.

(Idiot, a mocking inner voice taunts, you know exactly what this is.)

You grab your phone and fire out a message immediately.

You: your house key?!

You: are you sure? are you comfortable with me being in your apartment without you?

Gun: Yes.

Y/N: so what?? you want me to sleep in your bed? eat your food?

Gun: Don’t break anything and don’t leave a mess.

Y/N: That’s all you have to say?

Gun leaves you on read.

He receives a few more texts from you through the day, each time Goo peering over and trying to read his screen.

“Is that Y/N?”

“...”

“Tell her I love her!”

“...”

“Ask her to reconsider the date.”

“Fuck off.”

On the second day, you cannot focus on anything. Not your lectures, your college course, books, TV.

Phone incessantly pulled out of your pocket, thinking you heard a phantom buzz.

In the end you think it’s better to have it always in sight or in your hand.

…Leading to your eyes flickering to the screen every minute.

By evening, you decide to be the one who reaches out, sick of waiting to see if Gun will message you. Chiding yourself for being so childish in the first place and playing these games.

And he’s on a business trip. Likely busy as hell.

You angle your dinner in a flattering light, snap a few pics, select the best one along with ‘not as much fun to cook for one’ and press send.

A few hours later you get a response.

A picture of his own meal in what looks like a very upscale restaurant if the plating and tableware is anything to go by.

‘Your food is better.’.

The third day you get a picture of a breathtaking sunset with mountains in the background.

‘Thinking about you.’

You return a selfie of you on his sofa the day after.

‘Thinking about you too.’

Gun replies in the next hour: ‘Good.’

It’s weird how being in Gun’s home without him is not weird.

You’ve been there enough times to know where everything is. The place now has a sort of nostalgic familiarity. Even the sleek and minimalist design which you scoffed at before, has a peculiar cosiness. Almost homely.

Maybe because it is so very much Gun Park.

Initially, you don’t stay much longer than is deemed polite - if it could be considered polite at all.

Over time, you find it harder and harder to leave.

Gun knows you better than you do apparently.

Maybe just maybe he realises how much you would miss him. How much being surrounded with his things would help, a part of him embedded in everything in his home.

Including you.

Nothing of significance happens over the next few days. The pictures and selfies increase in frequency.

Gun tends to send you pictures of landscapes and his surroundings, accompanied with a surprisingly romantic caption that leaves you giggling.

Car dashboard to show he's travelling, pictures of coffees and patisseries in overpriced and trendy cafes where he would no doubt fit in, and then images of food from even more eye-wateringly expensive and fancy restaurants.

And then one your eyes have poured over the most, a picture of an empty gym.

With a reflection of Gun, topless. Almost but not quite out of shot.

Truthfully, you replay the image of him post-shower in your head multiple times a week. It pops up when you least expect it. Over time, the memory has grown blurred at the edges, and this has slammed everything back into sharp focus.

Today you get a glimpse again of his body. Shiny and slick with sweat, muscles flushed red and pumped.

You zoom in - not before shiftily looking around his empty apartment, as if someone will jump out and shame you for being thirsty.

Eyes tracking over the collar bones and the curve of his shoulder, bicep popping with the phone gripped loosely in his hand.

A peek of hip hones and one half of the delicious V muscle, the arrowhead that points straight down.

Ughhh.

He’s not posing at all. You just know it’s one single picture Gun has taken and fired off without thought.

But you still feel the need to take a cold shower right this second.

You: 😋

Gun: 😯

The thought of Gun, a man so cool and calm and collected, using an emoji catches you off balance and you burst out laughing.

(... The photo? That is not true. Gun knows exactly what he is doing.)

One afternoon, you receive a selfie from Gun - which is unusual in itself.

Upon reveal, it’s a picture of Gun’s business associate - Goo Kim, smouldering at the camera and a fuzzy outline of Gun in the background.

‘Hey cutie pie, how you doing 💋’

Moments later, another picture. Blurred and taken from what looks like midair, phone falling to the floor. You squint at a fuzzy image of Gun trying to kick Goo, who aims a punch for his head.

Gun: dhakjsdhaksjdhs

Gun: kfdjhsdkfhd

Gun: Ignore that

Gun: Sorry

Another few days later, Gun’s eyes soften at the picture and caption he has just received. It’s a welcome reprieve from the day he had

You beaming with your arm around the plant, both in his apartment.

‘look whos finally home! we miss you!!’

“Huh.” Goo leans over Gun’s shoulder, adjusting his glasses and thinking his eyes are deceiving him. “I thought you would have killed that thing by now.”

“Since I left, I've been surrounded by all this noise. All I can think about is being with you at home. By your side. Listening to you, seeing you. Just existing... You have no idea the hold you have on me.”

You don’t hear anything until the next night. A voice recording. Hushed, like a confession.

A slight grumble and a sigh.

“I won’t be able to contact you from now until I’m back… Y/N. I wanted you to know that I-,”

A pause.

“I miss you too.”

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #lookism manhwa #lookism fanfic #lookism fics #gun park #park jonggun #gun park x reader #park jonggun x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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zhivaoverdrive · 4 months

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Used to be huge, pt10

This Metabol-x, it's... your body is going to keep nearly all of the calories we put into it. They didn't design it for greedy girls who've been stretching their belly out for weeks with mentos, did they? - Ayu ---

"Oh my god, I've never been this hungry before!" exclaimed Hitomi, the second she placed her final plate back on the table.

She had just finished polishing off what would have been a giant breakfast for anyone else. Even by her own lofty standards of late, that was a lot of food. Not only the multiple breakfasts that Ayu had brought, but the delivery too...

Ayu watched from across the table, feeling the familiar blend of excitement and trepidation that seemed to strike her on a big day.

"Impressive.. how do you feel?" she asked, eyes glued to Hitomi's rapidly expanding midsection.

"Famished! Didn't make a dent. Feels like I could keep going all day! This stuff is AMAZING" beamed Hitomi. And she wasn't joking. It may have only been her second day on the Metabol-x, but the intense pangs of hunger had done nothing but increase so far. For Hitomi, this was heaven.

However, Ayu wasn't so sure. She'd read the poorly translated usage guidelines of the Metabol-x, but Hitomi seemed to be an exceptional case. Hitomi had received a double dose, they didnt mess around at the IEC after all...

"That will have to do for now Hitomi... we have to take this slowly, remember?" Ayu said carefully, her eyes still on the protruding sphere of fat that was her patient's belly.

"But-" Hitomi began.

"I've already told you, and then let you order anyway! You're going to get me in so much trouble" said Ayu, cutting her off. "This Metabol-x, it's serious stuff. I'm supposed to be counting every calorie that goes in!" Ayu continued under her breath.

"And? I love a high score" replied Hitomi.

"I can't count them if you keep cheating! This breakfast I brought you was half a day's requirement, 1800 calories" said Ayu. "Plus whatever was in your order. Not to speak of the calorie drip!".

"But it barely feels like anything!" sulked Hitomi, who at this very moment wanted nothing more than to start the whole stuffing again, from the top. "I just want to keep pushing and grow into my tits! I don't want to slow down now! And It's not like the drip was my idea anyway. Doesn't even work" she pouted.

"Hitomi... it... definitely works. Look at yourself! "I want to push as much as you, but besides me getting in trouble, this is serious shit! This Metabol-x, it's... your body is going to keep nearly all of the calories we put into it. They didn't design it for greedy girls who've been stretching their belly out for weeks with mentos, did they? We just need to start a bit slower, ok?" replied Ayu carefully. While she had meant every bit of it, the concern she felt turned into excitement the moment she heard own words.

"Can I at least have some of my Cola and candy?" groaned Hitomi, putting on her cutest face. "Just to tide me over until lunch. Pleaseeeeee? I NEED to feel full!"

Ayu walked over and removed some of the BOX of Cola that Hitomi had brought in her luggage. Looking closer at the nutrition sticker, the excitement had now completely eclipsed the concern.

"These things are full of sugar Hitomi! It's still calories. Shitloads of them. "You can have... one bottle. Maybe two. Just until lunch." Ayu said.

"Pass my handbag, candies are in there" winked Hitomi.

Soon as the bag was in her hands, Hitomi pulled out 4 rolls of Mentos and began haphazardly throwing them in her mouth.

"Hitomi... is that a lot-" Ayu protested, knowing she was going along with it anyway.

"Nope. Not for a greedy girl who's been stretching her belly out" Hitomi laughed. She'd had a tiny bit more than this before. On an empty stomach. "But this greedy girl is all tired out, and the 2l bottles are heavy..." "Will you feed it to me Ayu?"

#breastexpansion #breastimplants #saline #silicone #expanderimplants #weightgain #bellystuffing

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hollow-pocket · 3 months

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[CW: this is a hunger kink story. contains painful hunger. character is able to eat at the end]

T//M//A fic no one from the fandom should perceive

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Jon hummed as he marked papers. Here in this Somewhere Else, he graded stories instead of recording them.

He tapped his fingers against his desk. It was strange to be teaching, but sort of wonderful at the same time.

As he reached over to grab a pen, he felt a wave of dizziness. Concerned, he slumped back into his chair and put a hand to his head. What was that?

He took a quick assessment of his body- light headed, not bleeding, not tired— there. There was a deep ache in his stomach. He prodded it just to make sure it wasn’t an external pain, and as his fingers sunk into the flesh it twisted under them, letting out a long rumble.

Oh. He was hungry. He forgot to eat sometimes, still used to not needing real food to sustain him. Martin always made sure he was getting enough, but lately their schedules meant they weren’t eating together much, only at dinner. It was 6pm now, and Martin wasn’t back yet.

Jon’s stomach growled painfully again, and he wrapped an arm around it, pushing into the hollow organ.

When was the last time he’d eaten? Definitely not any time that day. Must have been dinner last night.

He stood up carefully, and walked slowly into the kitchen. Opening the cabinets and drawers, he found nothing quick. Martin would cook when he got home, but Jon had never been much of one.

His belly twisted unhappily, and Jon rolled his eyes. It had gone through worse than a couple missed meals. He would just wait for Martin.

He was able to continue marking papers, rubbing small circles into his stomach to try to ease the hunger pangs it was inflicting on him.

Martin got home around 7, and came to kiss him hello.

“How was your day?” Jon asked.

Martin shrugged. “Not bad. You?”

Jon gestured to his desk. “Productive.”

Martin laughed. “Aren’t you always. I was gonna make some dinner, have you eaten?”

Jon shook his head, choosing not to add that he in fact hadn’t eaten since the previous night. His stomach panged again, but stayed mercifully silent. Jon slid his hand under his shirt to rub it.

Martin walked over to the kitchen, examining the options. “Pasta or soup?” He asked.

Jon pressed a palm to his tummy, which grumbled under his hand at the mentions of food.

Damn, he was starving. “Pasta,” he said decisively. It would be much faster.

Martin looked over at him, pleasantly surprised. Jon usually refused point blank to make most decisions, and had to be coerced into voicing opinions.

Jon pressed his palm deeper into his stomach, trying to ease the gnawing hunger, and shrugged.

“Pasta it is,” Martin agreed.

Jon walked over to sit at the kitchen stools and watch him. It was also convenient in that the stools were a little too short, allowing him to rub his cramping belly in secret behind the counter. He didn’t like to worry Martin any more than necessary.

Martin chattered about his day, and Jon responded in kind, laughing at the way Martin described his colleagues and customers. He had gotten so much more animated out here, like the enthusiastic man Jon had first met in the archives.

In the joy of talking with Martin, he forgot his aching belly. Hunger did come in waves, which was why he hadn’t noticed it for so long, and the cramping feeling under his ribs seemed to be fading temporarily.

Jon relaxed more, talking about his students and the school. As Martin cooked, steam began to rise out of the pot. As it hit the air, so did the delectable smell of pasta.

It hit Jon’s nose while he was mid sentence, and a sharp pain pierced his hollow stomach. “So I said that- um-“ he trailed off as more of the smell reached him and his stomach twisted harder, making him almost double over in pain.

Martin looked over at him. “Are you alright?” He asked.

“Y-yeah,” Jon stammered, “just-” His stomach released in a rolling wave, letting out a deep groan that trailed off into a grumble and then a high pitched whine. “Hungry,” he finished, blushing and reaching back under his shirt to poke at his shrivelled belly again.

Martin stared at him, mouth open. “Was that your stomach?” He demanded, appalled. Jon nodded reluctantly. “Have you eaten today at all?”

“I forgot,” Jon said mournfully, as his stomach growled emptily again.

Martin sighed, putting the lid on the pasta to let it finish. Jon was grateful for a reprieve from the smell, but his neglected insides were well and woken up now, and would not give up so easily. They shifted under his palm.

Martin held out his arms. “C’mere.”

Jon did, sliding off the stool and walking around the counter to stand with his boyfriend. Martin manoeuvred himself so he was standing behind Jon, and wrapped his arms around him. He pushed his hands up and under Jon’s shirt, replacing Jon’s own hand in rubbing deep, placating circles into his throbbing stomach.

He pressed right where the muscles were tensing up with hunger pangs, releasing a couple more angry grumbles.

“You’re not happy Jon forgot to eat are you?” Martin asked, and Jon smothered a laugh. Of course Martin was a tummy-talker. “You’ve had to be cold and empty all day while he was working.” Martin’s fingers brushed over the concave space under Jon’s ribcage and he moaned, arching into his boyfriend’s touch. Martin moved his hand back, pressing his fingertips into the hollow pocket. Jon’s stomach clenched, then released in a loud gurgling whine of hunger.

“Is this helping?” Martin asked. “It kind of sounds like I’m making it angry.”

“Feels nice,” Jon murmured. “It’s angry at me, not you.”

Martin nodded against Jon’s shoulder, and continued to press circles into his belly. After a few minutes, he disentangled himself to get the pasta off the stove. Jon’s tummy immediately felt colder and emptier than it had before, and he went to sit down to avoid another wave of dizziness. He watched Martin plate the pasta, eagerly awaiting the warm food to fill the sore, pinched corners of his stomach.

Martin deposited a plate in front of him and motioned for him to dig in, which he did gratefully. The pasta slid into his belly easily, and it gave a last grumble at the first few bites, eagerly demanding more. Jon provided.

After a few minutes of eating ravenously and silently, he slumped back in his seat, tummy full. “Thank you,” he said to Martin, who smiled.

“Of course. I’m going to make sure you get all three meals tomorrow though.”

Jon smiled at him. “What would I do without you?”

Martin rolled his eyes. “Starve, apparently.”

#hunger kink #hungry kink #lo writes #hunger fic #t/m/a hunger kink

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x-tracuddlycactus · 2 months

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Kaveh Kaveh Kaveh PLEASE!!! And AlHaitham maybe too if u want :D

💐💐💐

Since I requested only one character at a time, I'll only do K.aveh for this post. However, I think I already did a 💐 post for Al.Haitham! Just check #Valentine's asks to find it!

💐

K.aveh is definitely one of those people who forget to eat because they're so caught up in their work or hobby. I can see him sitting at his desk, making sketches for his latest architectural concept in the dead hours of the night, barely paying attention to the angry pit in his stomach, clenching painfully beneath his ribs.

He doesn't even hear it growling desperately for scraps of anything as he continues his passion project. That is, until he hears the clock chime for midnight and is surprised by how quickly the time passed. Turns out, this goober forgot to eat both lunch and dinner, and his belly is NOT happy about it.

I think he may have gotten used to the feeling of hunger, but that still doesn't make it any less uncomfortable. Just like K.aveh, his tummy is a drama queen. Even if he hasn't eaten for a couple of hours, it goes nuts, cramping up and groaning loudly for all to hear. You can only imagine how cranky it must be after skipping two whole meals.

This, of course, embarrasses him greatly, regardless if he's in a room full of people or in a room all by himself. It makes things worse if he can feel a growl coming and he can't stop it from sounding off. At this point, he'll groan along with it and pitifully rub his hand on it, trying to chase away all those irritating hunger pangs.

#gutshin impact #hunger kink #k.aveh is a loser but we love him anyway ❤️#he's going to bed hungry #cactus asks #valentine's asks

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 2 years

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my girls: chef boyardee

eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie prepares food for you

a/n: will be a continuous series about eddie and reader's journey as new parents. every one shot is connected but doesn't need to be read in any order. 💗domesticated fluff. eddie is a sweetheart💗

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The trailer was quiet as Eddie rummaged through the cabinets, kicking himself for not going to the grocery store after his shift at the plant. He cursed and muttered, cabinet doors opened and closed, as if something edible would appear eventually. The fridge had its basics, but nothing looked appealing – at least he didn’t think you’d want anything with eggs. Pregnancy had ruined any form of eggs for you, except boiled and he disdained the smell but never said a damn word; you try telling a pregnancy woman her boiled eggs stunk, he nearly lost his head that day.

“Sonofabitch,” he groaned, opening the same cabinet today as you called out from the bedroom. He decided not to answer because then he’d have to explain that he hadn’t gone to the store liked you asked and that was going to start a whole thing – he was too tired for a whole thing. Annoyed at himself, he rummaged through the cans and like a hail Mary, in the way back there was a single can of Chef’s Boyardee and he clasped his palms together. Eddie Munson was not a religious man but, in that moment, he knew God was on his side. You loved the canned pasta and he quickly yelled that the food would be ready in a minute. He quickly raced around the small kitchen for a can opener, pot, and a spoon; working full speed to get the food on the stove, once he did, he was able to breath for a moment.

“You’re such an idiot,” Eddie muttered to himself, grabbing the pen and pad you always kept on the kitchen counter. He started jotting down foods you liked on the paper, clicking the pen against the counter as the canned pasta heated up. The pen made its way against his lips as he hummed, tapping his foot against the cheap tile floor; he thought to put beer down for his uncle, since he had been so cool about you moving in. The man was actually thrilled that his nephew was going to be a father and that his life was going into a positive direction.

“Babe!”

Shit.

“Coming!”

The pasta boiled and Eddie turned off the stove, grabbing the pot’s handle and taking a bowl from the pile of clean dishes near the sink. He scooped the food into the bowl and licked the spoon, grabbing a napkin off the counter before rushing across the trailer into the bedroom. The room was lit by the natural light coming from the window and he grinned at the sight laid before him; your back was rested against the wall, legs spread out in front of you on the bed and your stomach round and full. Your back had been hurting bad and you finally decided to take maternity leave from your job, and Eddie had made it his job to make sure you were taken care of. When he was at work and couldn’t be home, he paid Dustin to bike over take-out. Sometimes he even got Steve Harrington to make food and video rental deliveries. Although his biggest helper was the fiery redhead two trailers across; Max and you had a sisterly relationship, and she was constantly over, even when Eddie was home. She made you happy, so he absolutely adored the little shit – having friends definitely helped and he was glad for it.

“Alright, Chef Boy-ar-dee for my girls,” Eddie cooed, walking around the bed to your side. “It’s hot, be careful.”

“I will,” you eyed the bowl and your stomached growled; Eddie heard and laughed, placing the bowl on the nightstand next to you. He twirled the spoon in his hand before handing it over and you took it with a laugh, thanking him for the food. “I am starving, always starving.”

Eddie leaned down and kissed you on the forehead, snapping his fingers. “I forgot the water, need anything else?”

Taking the bowl, you took a small bite and felt the warmth of the food ease the hunger pangs and you glanced up at Eddie lovingly; he had been so good and doting the last couple of months, always thinking about the baby and you. He often brought home little clothes and stuff animals, although you had to beg him to stop buying the latter – the crib was now filled to the brim with teddy bears, kitty cats, dogs, and even stuffed cows, you teased that there would be no room for the baby. He stopped bringing them home, but his new things were bibs – “…I can’t help it, there are so tiny!” was his excuse every time and every time it made your heart swell. Eddie Munson was going to be a fantastic father and you were grateful to have him at your side.

“I’m good, Eds,” you said softly.

He smiled and leaned back down again, this time his hands held your face as he kissed you on the lips; so firm and loving, that you almost forgot about being hungry but then your stomached growled and Eddie nearly died from laughter.

“Okay, my girls need more food. I’m going to head out, I’ll have Max come over to sit with you.”

Agreeing, you grabbed his hand as he began to walk away; he turned with a smile. “Yeah?”

“I love you,” you whispered, and he grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“I love you too.”

#my girls series #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson being a dad #eddie x reader

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lycheeejuice · 3 months

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Got any Dan Heng hcs? I’d love to hear them! :)

Dan Heng is my favorite character in Star Rail so I definitely have a lot to say about him! It's no mystery that Dan Heng often forgets to eat throughout the day because he's so preoccupied with updating the data bank constantly. I imagine he gets frequent cramps from hunger pangs whenever he hasn't eaten for a few hours. However, he's also the type to snack mindlessly without realizing it- He's so immersed in whatever he's working on that he'll stuff himself on accident. He seems like the type to stay up late with a cup of coffee too, he doesn't like leaving things unfinished so he keeps himself awake when there's work to be done. One cup turns into two, then four...and so on. It leaves him with an upset gurgling belly which he'll often try to soothe by pressing inwards with his fingers, hoping to find the best spot to relieve the tension. His dragon form definitely comes with a larger appetite, he'll eat larger portions of food, ask if you're going to finish your own, and even go for seconds. Dan Heng often doesn't even notice this little habit but when he does it troubles him because he's left with a very full belly and is constantly stuffing himself to the limit even after he's already full...call it primal instinct. He's got a pretty quiet stomach most of the time, though when it's upset or he's been without food for too long it can be fairly noisy if you're standing nearby. It's a bit embarrassing for him but, if he's alone however, he's one of those people who talks to it in hopes of getting it to calm down. Usually, he'll rest a hand on his gut with a prompt, "Quiet." and continue with what he's working on. Dan Heng is always unconsciously rubbing his belly whenever it's empty or produces a particularly loud growl, sometimes he'll even startle himself if he's extremely focused.

I just love Dan Heng...he's so fun to write tummy content for, hope you all enjoy these!

#hsr #hsr hunger #hon//kai #hunger kink #stuffing kink #stuffing #tummy kink #stomach kink #stomach growling #Dan Heng is so stuffing coded change my mind

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ghostchems · 1 year

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burn with me

word count: 2,576

pairing: dracopia x female oc

warnings: vampire sex, guys!!!!

ao3 link

The ringing in his ears would not stop.

It was driving Copia completely mad, his hunger consuming every thought that ran through his mind. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at his forehead, his starvation causing him to sweat and have the shakes

He took a moment to collect himself, gazing at the crashing waves.

It was nearly evening, the sky gray and foreboding. It looked like it was going to storm. No one was on the beach. Beach towns like these were rather empty this time of year. It’s what drew him to them. No one seemed to care if a local or two went missing in the winter.

He started briskly walking down the boardwalk, growing more and more aggravated at the lack of people around. Copia was getting desperate – his usual style is to be a bit more stealth but given the current situation, he would latch onto the first person he saw. As he continued walking, he saw one, single dimly lit shop.

Inside, Mia stood behind the rounded counter, her eyes glued to her phone. It was slow today. It had been slow all week. Hardly anyone vacationed here during the cold weather and hardly any locals read. But, she was open, if only so that she had something to do and somewhere to be.

She glanced up at the windows, feeling as though she was being watched... and saw him peering in from outside. He was dressed in a curious outfit, wearing a black suit and a tailcoat. Mia's eyes met his mismatched ones, the sight of them peaking her interest. She wasn’t able to make out the rest of his face in the dark.

She managed to smile and wave, to indicate that yes, she is open.

Copia couldn’t help but feel excitement at her smile. The anticipation was building, the need in his stomach growing to nearly unbearable heights. Still, he wanted to keep his composure for now. He had to at least scope out the shop to make sure they were alone. He smoothed his shirt of invisible wrinkles as an attempt to compose himself and stepped inside.

Mia’s eyes remained fixated on his, noticing the black face paint around his. It was a pretty dramatic look for what appeared to be a middle aged man, but she could respect it. The rest of his face was rather attractive to her: freckled, pointy nose, sideburns, thin mustache (that somehow worked for him?) a nice head of hair. He looked like he was some kind of royalty, and definitely seemed out of place in her tiny, old bookshop. She smiled warmly at him as he approached her.

The second Copia stepped into the shop, her sweet scent filled his nostrils. He strained to keep his composure, clenching his jaw as he made his way to the front desk. He couldn’t help but feel that Lucifer himself had delivered her to him in his time of need. Copia rested his elbows on the desk, leaning in close to her with a grin, showing off his pointy canines.

“Ciao, bella. I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

“Yes, of course.” She felt a little bit off as her gaze made its way to his teeth. A small pang of panic rang in the back of her mind but she quickly brushed it off. Also, that accent? This man was certainly a long way from home. “What can I do for you?”

"Si, yes. Eh... do you have an Occult section?" He raised a brow, propping his head up with one of his hands, still leaning on the desk. He managed to cast a quick glance to her exposed neck, swallowing thickly before returning his eyes to meet her gaze.

There was something about his eyes that was calling to her, enticing her to come closer. Mia felt weird.

"Oh yeah, just straight back and then to the left, against the wall. It's kind of a small collection." She pointed behind her, eyes never leaving his.

Copia stood up straight and gave the front desk a little tap. “Grazie mille, bella.” He responded brightly, dragging his gloved fingers across the counter as he walked by.

Mia watched him go, her mind feeling fuzzy before she turned her attention back to her phone. She was sure she had just been imagining whatever energy the man had been giving off; perhaps she was lonelier than she had thought.

“Dolce, mi dispiace but I cannot find the occult section.”

She turned her attention to the back of the store, unable to see her customer in the dim light. Mia felt a sense of danger; her brain telling her to get the hell out of there. She couldn’t understand why she was feeling this way; he was just a customer. A somewhat pleasant one, at that. She took a deep breath, pushing all the bad thoughts out of her head as she started to bravely walk toward where she had heard his voice.

Mia rounded a tall bookshelf and was met with Copia’s hand slamming her head against it. She fell to the floor, her hands reaching for where her head was hit, groaning in pain. He was on her inhumanely quick, one hand grabbing both of hers and pinning them above her head. Copia’s knee pressed down on one of her legs, keeping her pinned down as his other one rested between her legs. His free hand gently pushed up her dress to expose more of her thigh.

By the time her vision steadied, he had sunken his fangs deep into her leg. Mia screamed out in pain, twisting and flailing her body in his grasp. His grip tightened as he hungrily lapped at her wound, moaning needily against her skin as he did so.

Mia could feel herself start to weaken, unable to put up any more of a fight. Her head felt light from the loss of blood. She allowed her limbs to go limp in Copia’s grasp, unable to do anything but watch him suck the life out of her.

Her focused shift from watching his hungrily tongue dart inside the gash, to his free hand absent-mindedly drawing soft circles on her thigh, to his deep moans that seemed to vibrate through her body, to –

Copia jolted upright, turning his head to look at Mia. The bottom half of his face was smeared with her blood. His lips were pressed together in a straight line, his brow furrowed as he observed her for a moment. He removed his knee from her leg, settling it between her legs and leaned in to her. Copia lingered by her neck, breathing her scent in deeply.

Mia squeezed her eyes shut as he braced for the inevitable bite that she assumed would surely kill. Instead, she felt his hot breath on her ear.

“I can smell your arousal.” Copia growled, nipping at her earlobe delicately.

Her cheeks burned red, an intense feeling of shame washed over her. He was right, of course. Copia chuckled against her ear then began pressing gentle kisses down to her neck. She whimpered softly as his free hand pushed her dress up even further.

He drew away from her, his eyes practically glowing as he smirked at her. It had been a while since Copia was able to play with his food. “Hmm, I suppose… since you’ve provided me, eh, relief — I should repay the favor? Would you like that, dolce?” He was practically singing to her, his voice oozing lust and charm.

Those eyes of his were working their magic, clouding her brain with sinful thoughts. Mia bit her lip and gave a shy nod; she was as good as dead, anyway.

“Now, now.” Copia whispered, his free hand hiking her dress up even higher until his gloved finger tips brushed against the hem of her underwear. “You have to say it, bella. I want to hear you say it.” His grip on her wrists tightened.

She hated how much he was turning her on. Mia’s eyes fluttered, trying to focus her vision on him. She swallowed thickly. “Please. Please, relieve me.”

A sinister grin spread across his lips, as he tenderly pressed his palm against the front of her soaked underwear. She sucked in a breath at the pressure, leaning into his touch. Copia moved his palm in slow circles as she squirmed from pleasure beneath him. He pulled his palm away, gently pulling her underwear down.

He dragged one of his fingers across her entrance, humming with satisfaction at how wet she was. “You have pleasantly surprised me, dolce.” He said huskily, slipped a gloved digit into her, the texture of the leather sending a wave of pleasure through her body. A low moan fell from her lips, her hips bucking weakly into his touch. Her head felt light, unable to focus on anything other than Copia. It was almost embarrassing how touch starved she was.

Copia was watching her intently, taking in all of her small sounds, his lips still twisted into a grin. He pushed a second finger in and curled both of them against her walls. Mia gasped as her entire body shuddered at the touch, her jaw going slack.

“Does that feel good, bella?” His face came up to hers, licking his lips.

“Yes.” She breathed, her eyes wide as their noses touched.

Copia let go of her arms, his hand falling to grip her hair as he pressed his lips hard against hers. Her arms looped around his neck and pulled him in closer.

Mia could taste her blood on his tongue as he kissed her hungrily. She moaned into his mouth, practically trembling at the pleasure she was feeling.

“Va bene.” Copia rumbled against her lips. He pulled her head back by her hair, her wide eyes gazing into his. He brushed his fingers against that one special spot inside of her, drawing a sharp whine from Mia. Copia continued thrusting his fingers and curling them up to that spot, gradually quickening his pace.

Her moans grow more frequent, arching her back as she presses the front of her body into him, shuddering at the jolts of pleasure rippling through her. She could hardly hold it together anymore, bucking wildly along with his rhythm, her legs shaking.

Copia bit down on her bottom lip, the sensation sending her over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her, crying out against his teeth, blood dripping down her lips. Her chest heaved, her body trembling as she came down from her high, her arms still draped around his shoulders.

He released his grip on her hair, allowing for her to comfortably rest her head against the bookshelf. Copia removed his fingers from her, his eyes locking with hers as he brought them up to his mouth and sucked the slick off of them. “You taste divine, dolcezza.” He murmured, placing one of the wet fingers to her lips.

Her eyes trailed down to his other hand, realizing that he had been stroking himself through his tight pants. Mia’s gaze snapped back up to his as she parted her lips, taking his finger into her mouth, sucking gently. “You are a naughty one, aren’t you?” He hissed, slowly pulling his finger from her mouth. “I must take you.”

Suddenly, she was brought to her feet, blood rushing to her head. Mia was seeing spots, her hands gripping on to him to steady herself. He began to caress her thighs then worked their way to her ass, his erection brushing against her. Copia continued upward, finally pushing her dress up and off of her, unclasping her bra in one sweeping motion.

Even though she felt exposed to him, she was also feeling bold. Mia reached for his bulge, stroking him through his pants as her other hand tugged at his belt. Copia obliged, frantically removing his belt and pants, dropping them to the floor. He grabbed her by the ass and lifted her, angling his hips so that his cock rubbed against her wet lips. They both moaned in unison, Copia’s head falling to the crook of her neck.

He slid into Mia with ease, a hiss escaping his lips at the feeling of her tight walls. Mia’s fingers tangled into his hair and he leaned into it, realizing that he hadn’t been touched like that in quite some time. She wrapped her legs around his waist, sinking him deeper inside of her.

Copia started off at a slow pace, thoroughly enjoying how she felt around his cock. His mouth found her breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue and softly pinching it with his pointed teeth. Mia’s head rolled back, a deep, throaty moan falling from her lips. He left wet, hot kisses trailing across her chest as he made his way to her other breast.

Mia’s mind was able to wander for the first time since this whole thing happened. She couldn’t help but think that even though she was close to death and that this man effectively killed her, she was living out a fantasy that she had daydreamed about ever since opening up her bookshop. A dark, mysterious stranger fucking her brains out in the back of her store.

She suddenly felt his finger on her clit again, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. “Your attention should be on me, dolce.” Copia growled, his hips snapping to drive himself harder into her. Mia cried out, her nails digging into his scalp. He kept that pace going forward, his growls growing more animalist as his hips snapped.

“Oh, fuck!” Mia screamed, holding on to him for dear life as her body trembled in his arms. Her walls clenched around his cock as bliss came over her, cumming hard as her limbs trembled. She could only relish it for a second before she felt searing hot pain shoot through her body.

Copia couldn’t help himself. He spilled inside of her, then sank his teeth deep into her neck. There was so much blood seeping from her and he lapped it up greedily, breathing raggedly against her.

She could feel the light behind her eyes fading. Mia’s body went limp, her eyes fluttering open and closed as her vision blurred. Her breath slowed and her arms fell to his shoulders, dangling over them. At least she went out getting fucked by a vampire like a champ.

Copia removed himself from her neck and observed her, licking his lips as he watched her eyes go in and out of focus. He cupped her face, holding her head up to look at him as he gazed deep into her eyes. “Perhaps I should keep you as a plaything, hmm?” He pondered aloud, his lips twitching into a smirk.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded. Mia did as she was told weakly. Copia bit down into his own bottom lip, blood spilling out of it into her mouth. It was searing as it dripped down her throat, her eyes beginning water as she swallowed it down. “Va bene.” He growled, then pulled her in for a hungry kiss and blood continued to leak into her mouth.

Soon after that, she was gone. Copia held her cold body in his arms as he gazed at her still face.

“Bellissima.” He whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

#dracopia #Cardinal Copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfics #ghost fanfiction #this has been floating around in my head for weeks

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aching-tummies · 2 years

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RP-Scenario: Bedtime Hunger

I went to bed with a hungry tummy last night. It didn't start growling until my head hit the pillow. Unfortunately, it was passed 2AM and I have to be up at 8 to get ready for work. I'm writing this now because I was rudely awoken by some intense hunger pangs around 6AM...so...yeah...have this.

Write me a continuation, RP-Ask or RP-Lite. What would you do in this scenario? Hunger-fiends welcome. I was leaning more toward keeping it empty in this scenario--but...yeah...surprise me. Inspire me. Let's see what you've got!

Quietly, I stagger into our dark bedroom. You're already in-bed--asleep, from the looks of it. I drew closing shift tonight and transit has left a lot to be desired. I opted to brush my teeth and such in the bathroom furthest from our shared bedroom to avoid waking you.

I wasn't supposed to work closing tonight. I was opener and it was supposed to be a shorter shift. Apparently, the two other people that were scheduled at the food-job today chose to not show up for whatever reason. I didn't find out until 40 minutes after my scheduled end-of-shift. It's a food job--the posted schedule is just a guideline; you don't end your shift until someone comes to relieve you (unless you're closer). Boss begged me to stay until they could sort out who would be closing. I watched the clock, serving the massive influx of customers that started 10 minutes after my scheduled end-of-shift. 40 minutes after my scheduled home-time, I finally texted to ask what was up. No closer. Boss had claimed to have called every person on our staff roster and literally nobody would come in to close. Boss begged me to remain, to close up shop. I was ready to say 'no', but more customers were coming in and I was literally the only staff member in the store from open to close. It was either serve 'em, or boycott my shift and be fired.

Our hours of operation today were 8AM-10PM...meaning I started my shift at 7:30AM and was supposed to clock out by 10:30PM at the absolute latest. Yeah...clearly that didn't work out. Another bogus policy here: if you leave stuff undone for tomorrow (i.e. dishes, or leave the prep undone) you get written up...and with enough write ups, you're fired and/or have your hours cut. Higher ups don't care about the circumstances--"not done is not done", they'll tell you as they write you up and call you a "problematic" employee on their employee files. Yes...it's a craptacular job...but customers are pretty generous with their tips and free/discounted food is a win in these times.

Speaking of 'food'...I didn't have any today. There was not a single moment where I could break for lunch because I was the only staff in the shop all day and customers decided to come in waves. I'd clear one wave and have barely enough time to wipe down the serving area before a new set of 3-5 customers would stroll in. I was stressed out and constantly busy...so I guess I ignored the clenching and rumbles from my tummy all day. It's shocking what stress will do to you.

I'm definitely feeling it now...but it's late, I'm already in bed, and I don't want to be on my feet a second longer. If I get up to hunt down something to cram into my neglected tummy, you'll no doubt wake up and be pretty crabby.

As I settle under the covers, I feel a tightening in my core. Crap. I curl around the growing ache, turning away from you and mentally pleading with my guts.

*Please--not now. Stomach--not now. I have to be up in 4 hours. I'll put something in you in 5 hours. Please...please don't do this*

Of course, when has my stomach ever listened to my pleas? A wet, burbly rumble breaks the silence of our otherwise-quiet bedroom. It's deep, it's long, and it comes with a sharp, pinching ache that makes me moan. I bite my pillow to stiffle the noises as I feel my stomach walls grinding against each other--desperately searching for anything to digest. Honestly, I can count on the fingers of one hand how many sips of water I managed to sneak while at work.

So lost in the agony ripping through my belly, I don't notice a shift in the bed as you stir. You heard the desperate, pitiful howl of my bowels. Best. Wake-up. Ever. You only wish you had been closer to the source of that lovely sound and that you had been awake to hear it from the beginning.

My stomach continues to snarl at me after the big rumble. Smaller ones now. It's almost like all the stress of work caused my stomach to stockpile hunger--to save it for a moment when I could finally relax to unleash all the hell of 15+ hours of starvation on me all at once. They may be shorter and somewhat quieter than the initial one...but the angry squirming of my organs is no less painful.

I feel something slide over my belly, nudging my arms away from being pressed tightly over my tum.

"Aww...does someone have an upset tummy? Lemme..." You whisper, still partially in dream-land.

The added touch enhances the sensations in my gut. Tears prickle my lashes as I feel the gnawing pains get turned up to 11.

"Uuunnnh....s-sorry..." I mutter between whimpers and moans. "Nnngh...h-hungry...'m so hungry...it hurts! Ugh...m-my tummy really, really hurts..."

Sliding closer, you lay your hand over my stomach, feeling it rumbling beneath your palm. You trace the feeling of spasming intestines, following the direction of my digestive tract to apply a firm pressure over everything, starting at a random spot in my intestines, travelling down, then following it back up. Your massage spreads the hunger pangs across more of my guts, dispersing the cramping ache across a wider region of my guts and quelling the ache somewhat. Like taking a big ball of pain and spreading it out so that it covers a larger area, but registers as less painful overall? After a few minutes of this you finally rest your hand right over my grumpy, hollow stomach organ. You dig your fingers in, squeezing the shrunken organ rhythmically...both stirring it up and quelling the angry rumbles that result. Imagine gripping the muzzle of a snarling animal with your bare hand...that's essentially what you are doing.

I groan as I feel the discomfort in my abdomen being spread out. Instead of just one massive cramp causing me to curl up, it's at least seven smaller cramps exploding all over my guts. I can feel all of it throbbing, twitching. If I were flayed open right now, my guts would definitely be twitching with cramps passing throughout it all like those distracting lights on arcade games--"over here--No! Now i'm here--Haha, missed me"...like the worst ever game of whack-a-mole.

"What's in here?" You furrow your brow, pressing around my stomach and trying to feel for what's upsetting it so and coming up empty.

"Nnn...nothing...'m starving."

"Didn't you eat lunch? You were off at 1 today..." You start piecing together the circumstances, realizing that if I had been off at 1, I would have come home and had dinner with you. My stomach breaks you from your mental calculations with an irate grumble, demanding food and begging for the feelings of your hands on my guts.

#hunger kink #aching tummies #stomach kink #stomach ache kink #stomach noises #RP-scenario

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cupcakesnarsenic · 6 months

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Okay so I know I've been really bad w my logging lately but I promise it's for a good reason! Basically I'll finally be starting HRT soon and that's taking priority over everything else for now

I bought myself am excercise bike and have started exercising again every second day too

With starting testosterone my appetite is going to skyrocket so I'd rather just let myself eat what I need to than redtrict at such an important time for me

Don't worry I'm definitely not binging I've been eating in portions and will continue to do so

I'm hoping that the hunger pang will ease after a month or two and I can pick up the tracking again

I'm not abandoning this blog entirely tho my weekly weigh ins will stay and maybe a post every now and then about how hrt has been affecting my weight/appetite bc it's super interesting imo

That's all I have to say anyways, wish me luck!

#soni.txt #hrt #hrt journey #ftm #weightloss journey

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elisethetraveller · 11 months

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Continued from; misstantabismuses

Silco nodded and gave a low pleasant hum. His hands shifted through the paperwork, Elise had given him briefly, catching the declining numbers, she had spoken off. Caressing his chin, he said: "Good. Very good. The fact that we have started to kill off the rats in the area, where Port Plague was the most rampant, last year is starting to show an effect. As for our anaesthetic thieves, Renata will insist that we catch and punish them. Singed equally has been voicing a desire to give that thief a taste of his own medicine." He gave her a grim stare, allowing Elise to fill in the blanks. "Have lunch with you?", Silco spoke in that slow tone of someone, who kind of had to remember that eating meals was a necessary part of everyday life. He had smoked a lot this day, meaning that his hunger pangs were blissfully minimal. Or rather they felt blissfully minimal as the tobacco had suppressed the hunger. Now that he however thought of it, his stomach gave a demanding growl. Sighing, the Eye of Zaun stamped his cigar out in the beautifully decorated ashtray and got up. Silco confessed: "I suppose grabbing a bite to eat won't hurt either of us." He walked through his office and picked up his cloak. Silco slipped into it and began to button it up. Mismatched eyes found Elise and he asked, tone much friendlier now: "So, what culinary delights are you in the mood for? Do we just grab a quick bite to eat at Jericho's or does that idea of yours mean a proper sit-down at one of the local restaurants somewhere? Not going to lie, I wouldn't say No to some roasted meat right now."

"It most definitely is. I got a report from some of the fishermen that there's been an incline in the number of mice around too. Not exactly a good thing, but considering they avoid rats, it's a good sign." And it wasn't like the mice went in the fish supplies like the rats had. They were more interested in the sparse grain passing through the port. Tilting her head, she considered Silco's words regarding the anesthetic thieves.

"Perhaps, but they will have to conduct their own little hunts. Chances are the thieves are already dead or have moved on to better pursuits. Either way, I do not have quite the same bloodlust as the rest of you." The mage replied, almost as if they were discussing the weather and not the no doubt unpleasant death of the thieves. She had long since accepted that Zaun was a violent place; the casualness of it actually reminded her of home a little.

As expected, Silco hadn't eaten. Elise was all too familiar with how work pulled you in until all the hours of the day had passed, and the only thing you'd eaten was a bowl of porridge for breakfast. The only difference was Silco needed to eat more regularly than she did. Or, well, Elise assumed so. Even with the smoking and shimmer, his physique was still that of an ordinary human.

"Brilliant." The pale woman followed him towards the door and waited as he put on his coat. "I have no preference, though roasted meat does sound good." And going to an actual restaurant would give Jinx more time for whatever her surprise was. "Do you think any of the restaurants have rabbits in stock?" It was a somewhat seasonal meat, and while it felt rather luxurious to eat fish every day, she missed the flavours of home on occasion. "It has been ages since I had roasted rabbit or hare."

( @misstantabismuses )

#ic #misstantabismuses

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zona-da-saude · 1 year

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halcyon-reverie3 · 1 year

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OBCD Chapter 10 - New! Message

“It’s not an easy journey, to get to a place where you forgive people. But it is such a powerful place, because it frees you.”

— Tyler Perry

Cruel years, cruel months, cruel days.

Harsh words, harsh actions.

Spite, hatred, revenge.

And guilt. So much guilt.

“No way I’m gonna talk to someone like her. Can I even call you a her!”

Forgiveness? He wasn’t deserving of her forgiveness. He had been so cruel when she had only been ashamed. He had been horrible when she had only wanted friendship. He wasn’t deserving of her forgiveness. He was despicable. He doubts his friends even remember. He doubts they recall what happened seven years ago. No, he thought, 7 years, 8 months, 2 weeks and 3 days. He remembered. He remembered very well. Earle remembered very well.

Diya. Oh, poor Diya. Earle knew that his behaviour was inexcusable, regardless of how she acted towards him. He should have been the bigger person. He should have been better. He should have been-

“Yo Earlie boy. Where ya mind at?” Earle’s eyes snapped towards his friend, then towards the floor. An enormous stack of books lay at his feet. His head swivelled around. Everyone was gawking at him weirdly. “Dude,” his friend interrupted, “you really had to drop the fat medical books in a library? Bro, they gon’ be gossiping ‘bout this for the next two weeks. Ain’t got nothing to talk ‘bout ‘cept this!” So many books. So much to learn. Sometimes he regretted his decision of wanting to become a doctor. Sometimes he felt he had to do this for the people suffering the same way he suffered. For people with eating disorders.

His people.

He’s an adult now. Old, yes. Guilty, definitely. Mature, absolutely not. Tall, blond, muscular. Doctor? Maybe a doctor… He doesn’t really know. He just… exists. Studying, going to the gym, making friends. Just existing. He’s honestly exhausted. Very exhausted.

An aspiring student by day, a famous influencer by night. Not just any influencer — a body-positive influencer. His message aimed to fight eating disorders and unrealistic body standards. He’d share his knowledge for the world to learn. He’d help anyone. They’d just have to admit that it isn’t a weakness, but a show of great strength. Everyone should always be themselves. Earle loved himself. He wished more people did so too.

Boring. Class was boring. He was tired and all his mind could register was hunger. Boring. Yawning, he sneaked his phone underneath his desk, opening social media. Also boring. What, he thought, gloomily. I should post something new. I’m hungry. What’s tomorrow? I’m bored. I’mboredI’mboredI’mboredI’mbored.

“-example is Miss Diya Elostra.” W h a t. Earle’s head shot up. I’m not bored, I guess. Displayed on the colossal whiteboard was Diya’s Instagram account. When did this become Influencer 101? Despite his silly jokes and ‘don’t care’ attitude, a part of him panged with guilt. She looks happier, healthier, he thought. No thanks to you, a tiny voice said, ashamed, sorry, disheartened. Guiltyguiltyguiltyguiltyguiltyguilty.

“This body-positive influencer here has jump-started one of the most popular hashtags in your generation. It’s a trend that not only focuses on eating disorders, which is your current chapter, but everything in life that’s wrong. #BeTheChange. Quite subjective, if you ask me. But I believe that was her very intention. One hashtag, one million targets.” The lesson continued as always. Earle’s mind wandered. It always did. He could never focus. “#BeTheChange, huh,” he murmured. You should do it, that tiny voice squeaked. You will never be able to meet Diya, never be able to ask for forgiveness. But maybe you can try. Maybe you can apologise, one message at a time. One saved life at a time…”

“Hello, guys! What’s up, it’s Earle right here. Today, I’ll be talking about eating disorders and other related stuff. Firstly, I’d like to dedicate this video to the #BeTheChange influencer, Diya Elostra. You see, back when I was a kid, I wasn’t always this handsome. I used to be round and pudgy and, well… I used to get bullied. A lot. Sometimes, people used to…”

He spent day and night, perfecting his video. Sharing his message. He might never be able to meet Diya. But he can apologise. And he can save others. He can do this, and he will do this.

One message at a time.

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