#(not even puking because nothing came up just gagging)

[valscodblog]

𝔸 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕖-𝕪 ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤

SOOOOOOOOOOOO I HAD A WEE LITTLE VISION. ENJOY!

Warnings: very steamy smut intro and outro (although the edning aint that spicy), vulgar language (your baby(teenager-) lmao and you and price but shhhh mostly the kid), and tooth rotting fluff. That's it.

TAGS: @ink-n-shadow @skauni @thebunnednun @writing-with-moss @2econd-of-1sts @rainyrambles-overcod <33

"John-fuck the kids are home..." you murmured as your husband kept slowly and softly kissing your neck. He hummed, "Then i guess you'll have to keep it down f'me..." Oh the fucker. You huffed. "Fine-but you better go slow." John looked up at you and pressed a soft little kiss to your pulse. "Deal." and next thing you knew, his cargos, vest. sweater, tee shirt, and boxers were off and he had you stripped of your own clothing. God, you loved it when he came back from deployment.

You closed your eyes, trusting him to do whatever he felt like doing, because to be honest your own job had been draining today. The kids were so loud, and you burnt three batched of cookies trying to prevent your boys from eating the crafting glue your girls had forgotten to put away...but now the little angles were in bed-and you were being ate out by your husband. You hadn't even noticed the small little whines exiting your mouth, the soft "John"s you were saying.

"Fuck, love-sllrrp!-taste s'good," John mumbled into your cunt, swirling his tongue all around your clit which caused you to whine softly and bite down on your lower lip. He looked up at you and chuckled, "C'mon, Love. You know what you want-Say it." You looked down at him and huffed, "John. I'm not taking that risk-"

"MOMMMM JAKE WON'T STOP PUSHING ME-Mom? What's under the sheets?" you froze and looked at your husband with the most god awful look you could manage and he gulped quietly. "Nothing, Lena. What's that about Jake?" "Ugh-the fucker won't stop biting me!"

and up came Price from the sheets. "Watch that mouth!" "Says the one who was prolly just eatin' mum ou'-" "Elena Susan Price!" "...I'll just go..." and out your eldest walked. Fifteen was a a scary number for sure. John groaned. "And there goes our fun night." you slapped his arm. "I told you-" "Ah shut it, yeah? It's just as much your fault!" "Johnathan!" "Y/n!" "Ooouughh you have no Idea how much i wanna strangle you right now!" and John laughed. "Darlin'-I have a choking kink that goes both ways." and you groaned. "And how did i fall in love with you again?" "Mhh, no idea. Called you a pretty dove one day and you followed me around like a lost puppy for awhile." you flipped him off before getting up, putting your shorts back on and walking out of the room.

he followed, naturally. "Where ya goin', Lovie?" "Bathroom-" "I'll guard." "This issn't-....Fine. Make sure Jake dosen't barge in without knocking." "Yes, Mummy." "Fuck off, John!" and Price gently pushed you into the restroom, laughing softly. "Love you too, Babe," he murmured, eyeing the hallway. he narrowed his eyes before- "...Jesus, Mary, and Joeseph, Lance! You scared me. What are you doing up?" "Lenny was screaming sum and I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep and now i have to pee." John nodded. Good reason. Elena was Loud. Like her mom-

"Your talking out loud, Price!" "Oh mind your fuckin' business!" and the toilet flushed and he heard the tap running, he stared at the door so hard that his son sworn he would see smoke coming from it any second-that was before you swung it open and caught Price's stare, and he narrowed his eyes. "Your short, Corp-" "Say that infernal ranking again, Lt, and I Swear to God himself, I'll punch you in the gut!" and John laughed, unable to keep his stupid act up any longer. You did too. The way you too acted with each other was so dumb, so stupid...and yet so perfectly in love.

Your son gagged and ran into the bathroom and said, "If i puke, it's your fault, mum an' dad!" John rolled his eyes, "Sure, Son. Sure." he started walking back to his room and you followed, just how you used to back in the day. John looked over his shoulder and turned around, picking you up with ease and carrying you the rest of the way to the bedroom. You let out a yelp and clung onto him. "I did tell you to warn me before just-picking me up, right?" "Ye did...but i don't listen."

"So I see...We best get some shut eye. Girls'll be up in no time screaming about their presents." John laughed. "Yeah? Let's go then, Darl."

Seems you were right, John thought as he felt his youngest daughter softly punching him on his chest, "Daddy! Wake up! Its-" "Christmas? Yeah...I know, Lovie." and your youngest giggled happily as she then moved onto wake you up. "Mummy! Mummy!" You could never tire of hearing her little accent. Even having been living in the UK ever since you got married you still didnt have an accent-not a full one at least. "Yes, Dear?" "It's time for presents from Santa!"

Your don't think a rabid animal could've made such a damn mess in your living room as you watched your kids tear open their presents. Elena got a new pair of gaming headphones (due to her begging John behind your back), some new socks, a few new hoodies she found rather comfy and nice, lots of art supplies, and..."Mom. What the fuck?"

"You need some new ones, Elena." "Mom-these bra's dont even look like they'd fit me!" and John sighed, "I didnt even know that you got those for her, Y/n." "She needed them." Elena rolled her eyes and opened her next one and nearly choking on her own spit. "WHO THE HELL GOT ME THIS-!?" and she held up a pack maxi-pads. Lance rose his hand and laughed his ass off.

Elena threw them at his face, smiling. "Bastard!" "Hey hey hey! Watch it, both of ye!" John shouted, and you rolled your eyes. "Let them be kids, John." He groaned and said, "Why don't you tell them off?" "Cause I'm the nice parent and everyone's favorite. I like to keep it that way...Now, what did you get, Ellie?" and your youngest daughter giggled happily. "I got some new dresses and a lot of new markers!" you smiled, teeth and all, but then slowly turned your head to look at your husband. "Lovely...now she can draw on my walls even more, " You whispered to him.

He just laughed loving. "What about Lance?" "I...Got some new boxers, a new pair of shoes and-OH HELL YEAH! RED DEAD REDEMPTION TWO!" and John coughed. "Who the hell-....Y/n..?" "What? He sold it pretty well." "....Damn it." and your youngest son, Jake said, "I got a new toy car! and a few more dinosours and more crayons and uhm...A new cup! It has dinos on it! And words-but I can't read them too well. I know one says...R-Rrawr? Rour? I dunno."

You laughed, "I can help you read it later on after we wash it, Kiddo." "Thanks, Mama!" and after the kids finished naming all their presents, they got one more-and so did you. The whole 141.

"AYE, IIIIIT'S UNCLE JOHNNYYYYY!" Soap shouted, running into the house, from the kitchen. How did they...You looked at John and he smirked. "Im a damn good actor, huh?" "You shit." "Ye love me."

"Uncle Simon!" Your daughters shouted as they both ran for the man, he smiled under the mask-which Elena tore off. "Told ye once an; I'll tell ye again, Uncle, Dont wear this around family!" Ghost laughed-harshly wheezing sounds, "Alright, Alright, I get it ye lil' Demon." And Elena laughed.

Lance did a fist bumb, hand slap and something else looking sort of hand shake with Gaz, and Kyle, being the sweet boy he was said, "Looks like yer gonna help yer mum out cleaning, aye?" "Uhmm..." Lance blushed. "I dunno..." "That better be a yes, young man." "Yes, Lieuntant Gaz!" "Good...."

And finally Nikolai was knocked down by all of your kids jumping onto him-literally. "VWHOA! And Hello to you keeds, Too!" John sighed and, after bushing his kids off playfully, helped his old friend up. "Merry Christmas, Nik." "Very happy holidays here indeed."

You watched your eldest daughter started to slowly back out of the room, but you caught her gaze and she glared at you.

'Mom. Please-'

'Their family. get back over here now.'

'....Yes, Ma'am.' and so your daughter walked back over, your glare overpowering her own. Ghost had watched the whole thing and tried to cheer her up by handing her a tenner. Your daughter took it and grinned. "Buy yerself sum'in nice, yeah? Since i didn't have tme to get ye a gift an' allat..." "Naw, it's okay Uncle Ghost! Thanks though!" John gave his old LT the worse side eye you've ever seen him give and Ghost, even though he was already very pale, seemed to pale even more at that.

After everyone left, you sighed heavily. Never were one for long staying guests. John placed a hand on your lower back and you smiled. "I still have one gift left to give you, John..." and Your husband Grinned. "Oh really, Darling?" "Yeah...meet me upstairs in ten," you murmured, walking away. John watched you and nearly started after you right away. You knew he would so you let him but then, in the hall way-"Bathroom-Go."

You nodded and changed course, walking into the bathroom, letting John pick you up and place you on the counter. You smiled before he kissed you, nice and hard. All teeth and tongue. "John-Slow down! I'm not gonna run away, and besides the kids are in bed, we have all night, Babe." He groaned. "Sure dont feel that way t'me, Darl." and he squeezed your thighs, spreading them open and telling you, "Undo my jeans." and boy did you. Unbuttoning them, and undoing the fly and watching them fall off his hips.

"You gonna be good?" "Yeah." "Atta Girl...Merry Fucking Christmas." and his cock slid inside of you, making you whine in response, "M-Merry Christmas, John..."

[zinzinina]

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[filthyloveforemesis]

With nothing much to do with my free time, I've been binging people's vomit stories and GOD the details are heavenly, my heart is racing. I've always wanted to share these stories somewhere so I'll just help myself.

I was in grade 4, waiting with my mom for bus to get home. One middle aged lady, her back turned to us, leaning against a wall was hunched. I was curious as to what she was doing, thought some bug caught her attention. Right after that I saw her stomach convulsing and after few seconds, a gush of yellow liquid came out of her. I was standing there in awe, finally realising that she's sick and is vomiting. I wonder how ill she must have been feeling and the exact cue her body gave that she knew she was going to vomit. The sexier part was, every wave was like waterfall and I used to think that if a lot comes up at once then it only takes few heaves to empty the stomach but that lady could fill the bucket with how much she vomited. The entire incident is etched in my memory as if it were yesterday. I sometimes fantasize walking up to her and rub her back, maybe feel her stomach. And oh my God, the noises of vomit climbing up. From loudest to the most silent puker, all of them are sexy ! I am always grateful to be around people who get carsick easily. That reminds me, there was another time I saw mother and son standing beside eachother puking in sync. Although I didn't get to enjoy watching the entire thing.

I surely am going to hell so I am going to confess here. I am dead scared when my mom is puking (scared that it may be indicator of some serious illness) but whenever I think back on it, I'm always turned on. And boy does she have a weak stomach ! I kind of wished I inherited her weak stomach but then again, the exact moment when the food started to crawl up my throat and there were no breaks in between the heaves and me internally pleading for it to stop because I can't stand the taste anymore, or how the chunks feel coming back up... I don't want to go through that. I sometimes forget what vomiting feels like since it's so rare for me, but puking 2 nights ago helped me reconnect (?) with the feeling ig. Now I can imagine the disgusting feeling more vividly and feel pleasure I guess.

My cousin sister has a weak stomach too, and would vomit every now and then, and boy does she make the sexiest of noises and face when she pukes (I wonder if I look like her when I puke, we look similar since our fathers look similar too ). I was physically present to witness her vomit thrice. The public bathrooms here smell horrendous, even the strongest of stomach would convulse at the smell. I have a habit of holding my breath so it wasn't a problem for me, but my sister on other hand, immediately started gagging. The first one was a trickle of vomit and the second gush was a fountain. She's vocal when she pukes, so that paired with burps when semi liquid vomit was coming up was magnificent! After she thought she was done, we started for the exit and then she stopped and said "I think I'll vomit" and right then started gagging and heading for the sink. God I wonder how much she had in store for her to vomit twice and that too in same huge amounts ! There goes twice and the third time was, she came over to our house for a sleepover. She'd continually complain about feeling nauseous and at times, slap a hand to her mouth but never gagged (but that too was sexy). Then in the evening, for a change of pace, we went out and hopped shopping malls. While we were on our way to return home, she'd constantly complain about nausea and then pause at times, placing a hand over her chest (although her big boobs got in the way). She'd swallow and stay there paused and then start moving again saying "I think I'm good".

Then who knows what took over her but she said "let's race to your house and see who's first". I won because right when she arrived near our gate, she paused again and pressed her hand on her chest (boobs really) and gagged with her mouth closed. (I wouldn't have known it was a gag if I hadn't seen her stomach convulsing). After standing like that for few seconds, she hurried towards the wall, leaned and gave the sexiest sounding gag I ever heard from her. It wasn't the typical same sounding gag but it was harmonious in the chaotic disrupted notes. And how the body caves in when stomach convulses relentlessly, she had hard time bringing anything up (she didn't eat much except sips of water due to being nauseous all day). I was there rubbing her back and holding her still as she violently heaved with only little splashes coming up. And the loud burps from the pit of her stomach every now and then was cherry on top ! If her husband is emetophile, he's the luckiest man on earth !

Oh God I remember so many more of these random instances (including mine) but I guess I'll stop indulging here and start doing something with my life. Thanks for the likes in my previous posts and also reaching out to me in dms, getting attention from same kind of people and getting to indulge in most desired way with same enthusiasm back sent me to cloud 9 😭😭💕 I'll start being active here from now on.

[sorry for my English, not a native speaker]

[confusedemetoperson]

Debut story

alright so I’ve been into emeto for years and feel like it’s finally my turn to supply the content. so today I got chipotle for lunch at work and a few hours after eating it I felt bad, my tummy was making noises and was poised too high like it was halfway through the motion of throwing up. I made it through the last hour of my shift in that state, when I got home I ate more of the chipotle and I couldn’t finish it, I still had that tightness in my stomach and started feeling quite queasy. I put on a video and about halfway through had to grab an ice cream container from beside my bed and gag into it. I could feel my heart racing and I was very cold, shivering. I spat into the container for a while, horny at my own nausea and half willing myself to puke. I felt it rise up and I gagged up a bit into the container. After gagging over the container mostly unproductively I disappointedly moved to the kitchen where I refilled an old water bottle and drank it down twice. I leaned over the sink and gagged again, and again bringing up a ball of wet chicken. I took the container to the bathroom and emptied it into the toilet. As I straightened from doing that I felt the rush of water coming up and I gagged into the toilet, but nothing, it was stuck just at the tip of my throat. I felt like if I had a better angle it would more easily come out and I figured the best angle I could probably get would be sitting on the couch puking into a bowl between my legs. Sitting on the couch I had a brilliant idea to lean over the armrest with my stomach pressed into the armrest and my hands on the ground for support so I was doing like a half handstand. It took a while to find the best angle but boy was it way easier to puke. As soon as the pressure hit my stomach which was overfilled with water alongside the chipotle, I could hear and feel it start moving up my throat, so mere seconds after bending over the couch I could feel vomit at the back of my throat ready to escape. I involuntarily gagged and gently came a small stream. It was so beautiful, I started semi gagging and it would just keep coming up and up and out. I would do a big -I’m going to puke- motion with my body pushing it up to my mouth then I would do a little very natural feeling small gag once it hit the top and I would shoot out a little stream. Sometimes I lost control and would just gag strongly and severely for a few seconds before retreating into hard breathing and finding the small easy gags again. I would lurch my body in an arching motion and my stomach pressed against the couch would immediately start sending up even more vomit. I ran out of steam and went to the bathroom to dump the bowl when I retched into the toilet and then puked into the toilet with the same little gag I had been using for the first time on the couch. I brought the bowl back to the couch and chugged the refilled water bottle before getting back into position over the armrest of the couch. At first nothing happened and I disappointedly thought I was done for the night but I gave it a few gags for good measure and sure enough I felt the same sensation of puke moving up my throat and when it hit the top I had that same little natural gag but a stronger stream of water came up still carrying chipotle, I kept going until I was just puking up water and no food which was less fun so I called it quits. So yea I found a new master strat for natural puking on my own terms and I regret not setting up to video it but I did not know it would work that well. Next time I try this I will be recording and using spaghetti-os but it will be a while because I don’t wanna damage my throat and this was way more vomit and actual stomach acid than the guppy pukes I usually bring up when I’m horny and nauseous. Anyway pictures below

I remembered to take a picture only after the last round. the first bowlful from the couch was way prettier

[kstewdeux]

@inukag-week | InuKag Week 2024 | Yearning

Summary: Inuyasha had a craving for ramen after Kagome’s return and Kagome tried to deliver. | Also on Ao3

Staring down at the steaming bowl of stew Kagome had presented him, Inuyasha tried to keep his expectations in check. Tried being the operative word here because, in the years Kagome was gone, he’d tried - oh how he tried - to recreate the taste of those sinful noodles. He had missed ramen almost as much as he missed the woman that was now his wife. The combination of spices, the texture of the noodles, and the comforting warmth had been unlike anything he had ever tasted. No matter how hard he tried, though, he couldn't replicate the complex flavors with the ingredients available in his time. He couldn’t even get close to the smell.

It was Kagome’s damn fault for introducing the salty futuristic bastards in the first place. She should’ve known better than to give him a taste of the finer things in life. Things that were quite literally impossible to get without her.

But, but this particular stew smelled close or, at least, close enough. There weren’t noodles, sure, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and it was the broth that really stole the show anyway. As the stew had simmered, Inuyasha’s expectations had reached dangerously high levels. Now the moment arrived. God, if Kagome really had managed to recreate it, they could put that broth in everything.

Hesitant but hopeful, he took a tentative sip.

He barely repressed his gag. Despite the scent being on point, the flavor and consistency was not. The piss poor stew was overly salty, the spices were unbalanced and dear god, there just weren’t enough insults in the world to describe the after taste. Even ass wasn’t good enough. Something, somewhere had gone horribly, horribly wrong. Despite the nauseating concoction making him want to puke, Inuyasha looked up at Kagome’s eager face and couldn't bring himself to dampen her enthusiasm. Against his better judgment, he took another sip and immediately regretted it but nothing was off the table when it came to protecting Kagome in every possible way so, with god as his witness, he was going to finish this before coming up with some excuse and leaving to go puke it up in the woods.

“Do you not like it?” Kagome asked worried as she wrung her hands, “I know there aren’t noodles but I thought the smell…”

“Nah, s’good woman. Quit your worrying,” he mumbled hoarsely before steeling himself and knocking back the whole bowl to get it over with.

That…oh boy…that was a mistake.

“Think…” a bit of vomit filled his mouth that he quickly swallowed down, “Think somethin’ in…” a gag he couldn’t repress as a cold sweat broke out. He stumbled towards the door and prayed, “Woods,” the world began to spin, “Stay. Be back.”

“Inuyasha, wait-“

He ran begging for this feeling to pass because his damn woman was too smart for her own good and would definitely get pissed at him despite this being entirely her fault. Three long years waiting for his woman to finally get her pretty face back here only for him and his stupid ass was managing to ruin everything over ramen.

Figures.

The agony building in his stomach hit new levels when he tried to launch. The jolt then rapid ascent nearly had him spewing everywhere.

God, what did she use?!

The landscape around him had melted and his ears were ringing by the time he finally, mercifully made it into the woods. Unable to hold it in any longer, Inuyasha doubled over and vomited violently by a cluster of trees. The harsh taste of the stew mixed with the bitter bile, and he retched again, emptying his stomach. Over and over and over again because the persistent, nauseating taste lingered.

His breathing became ragged and labored between bouts of retching. His normally top notch vision blurred. Each wave of sickness seemed more intense than the last, leaving the hanyou who could toss demons ten times his weight trembling and drained until the convulsions eventually subsided and he stumbled over to a nearby tree to simply collapse.

If he didn’t know better, he would’ve said Kagome had just tried to kill him. He didn’t even have the strength to move further away from the putrid stench that had his stomach churning all over again. Another trickle of vomit bubbled over his lips. His mind screamed at him to black out and free him from this torment.

“That bad, huh?” Kagome’s nervous chuckle came from far too close and bleary golden eyes blinked open to find his wife kneeling in front of him.

Ah shit. So much for keeping how utterly disgusting that thoughtful attempt really was. Dumb woman. Following him. Her fault if she got her feelings hurt.

“What the hell did you put in that?” he mumbled miserably as Kagome gently grabbed his hands and helped him to his feet. She draped one of his arms around her shoulder and together they began the journey back.

“Chicken broth. Um some herbs. Vegetables. Some mushrooms I found and-“

Inuyasha sent her a miserable glare as something clicked. He immediately made a mental note to have Kaede teach Kagome about plants in general not just medicinal herbs because this whole fiasco could’ve been ten times worse.

“What the mushrooms look like?”

“They were just normal white mushrooms,” Kagome clipped defensively and Inuyasha wrinkled his nose.

“Did you eat any of that shit?” he asked - god his voice was so raw.

“Well no, I wanted to-“

“Do not eat that shit until you show me what mushroom you used,” Inuyasha muttered before his stomach decided to convulse again. Another dribble of bile found its way onto his robe before the ground came up to meet him.

By the time he reopened his eyes, Kagome was kneeling there looking guilty as hell. Her hands smoothed out a few wrinkles of her kimono like she was trying to buy time.

“Okay, so, don’t get mad-”

Inuyasha snorted softly as he rolled his sore body into its side and listened to his wife nervously explain that she might’ve accidentally kinda sorta poisoned him because she didn’t know how to identify poisonous mushrooms for what they were. An innocent mistake and thankfully one that didn’t kill her.

“S’fine,” Inuyasha mumbled as he grabbed her hand and led it to his ear. He hummed happily when she gave it a hesitant stroke, “Didn’t kill me.”

Kagome let out a shuddering breath.

“Could have. Apparently I’m not allowed to help with foraging anymore. Officially banned,” she offered with a weary laugh.

“I’ll talk with ‘em. How else you supposed to learn?” he offered hoarsely, “Dumbasses should’ve taught you. Not your fault you didn’t know.”

“I’d prefer you try to teach me,” Kagome countered shakily, “I’ve never been on the receiving end of Sango’s anger before. She raked me over the coals before dumping out everything we gathered this morning and storming off.”

Inuyasha’s lips twitched upwards at the visual.

“Yeah, I can do that. Learned the hard way what you can eat and what you can’t. Not the first time a mushroom took me down,” he snickered tiredly. Kagome’s fingers lightly traced his jaw.

“My poor baby,” she hummed sadly.

“Yeah, yours,” he agreed with an affectionate yet exhausted smirk before an echo of nausea had his expression falling. He groaned and closed his eyes. A moment later a damp cloth was pressed against his neck.

“You’re going to spoil me,” he muttered miserably, “Make me weak. Taking care of me like this.”

He shifted and added before Kagome could protest, “S’the best though. Getting spoiled. Don’t mind.”

He could hear Kagome’s smile in her voice as she carded her fingers through his hair.

“Then spoil you I shall.”

[xheykyjx]

irl story

so. this is heavily inspired by something that happened to me recently. even just thinking about it lowkey makes me feel some type of way, i'm not gonna lie😭

tw for depictions of nausea ahead, under the cut!! 🫶

"i don't fucking care," you're saying, laughing in spite of your words. beside you, your crush is sheepishly holding a dinner menu. the two of you had run a few errands together the other day, and on the way back to your dorm you'd stopped at a drive-thru, where your crush had paid for your food. now, you're out for dinner with them and a handful of other friends, and it's the perfect opportunity for you to pay them back.

"i feel bad," your crush whines, hitting you with some pretty strong puppy-dog eyes. "i was kidding when i asked you to pay for me."

"well, i'm not," you tell them decisively, and you quickly tell the waiter both of your orders: food for you, and food for your crush. they thank you, smiling sweetly, and dinner carries on. the food is delivered eventually and everyone is happy with what they ordered. out of the corner of your eye, you notice that your crush is eating with gusto, spooning bite after bite into their mouth with barely a second between. but they're a pretty big eater, and—at the end of the day—they are an adult. so you say nothing.

fast forward to the end of the meal—the bill has been split evenly (except for you and your crush, of course, because you paid for theirs before they could argue any more about it) and you're all leaving the restaurant. as you step outside, your crush says, sort of casually, "i think i might've ate too much." immediately you're blushing, trying not to squirm or stare as you laugh teasingly. your crush giggles too, and one of your friends makes a quip about them having a rock in their stomach. as you walk through the parking lot, it's impossible not to notice their hand on their belly.

your group came in two cars, so you all bid each other farewell and pile into your respective vehicles. you're sitting in the passenger seat and your crush is sitting in the back, right behind you. it's a short drive back home, but you keep your eyes and ears peeled anyway, waiting for some kind of indicator that your crush is in more discomfort than they'd initially let on. but the ride is largely uneventful, and you're all dropped off outside your building.

as you make for the doors, your crush lags slightly behind you. you almost think it's your imagination when you hear the tiniest burp—this tight, uncomfortable sound that you would've otherwise missed had there been any other noise happening around you. steadfastly, you say nothing. what's there to say, anyway?

you pull open the door and your crush walks through. you're walking up the first flight of stairs when they say, "i'm kinda—i'm kinda nauseous, i think." and—there's no way this is real, but it is—as they're speaking, their throat tightens around a gag, voice going low and tense as they fight off the urge to retch. you're both alarmed and incredibly turned on, and by the time you've made it to the landing they're hiccuping out a genuine gag—it's small but wet, gurgling just slightly in the bottom of their throat. your heart starts pounding.

"dude," you say, laughing nervously, hoping your arousal isn't obvious. "don't tell me you're actually gonna puke." you could almost wish it in your head: please puke please puke please puke, but you quash that train of thought before it fully starts. now is not the time.

"um—" your crush swallows, and you finally let yourself take a good, long look at their face. they aren't especially pale or sweaty, and there's good humor written all over their expression, but there's a touch of nerves there, too. and the fist near their mouth isn't helping matters, either.

[kaviary-blog]

Horrors of the Scriptorium

Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

Sebastian is a jerk and Katherine isn’t having a good day.

Warnings: ANGST!! Descriptions of pain. Blood. Sebastian needs to get hit. Hurt. Cruciatus curse.

(Lil bit of comfort at the end so the Gauntlets don’t kill me)

A violent flash of red. Screams echoed around the small room.

Nothing but screams rattled the room and the limp body of a girl on the stone floor.

She hadn’t even registered she was screaming until her voice failed. The taste of iron in her mouth. Everything was red and on fire. Each individual nerve ending was screaming.

The stone wall of agonized faces melted away as the small Ravenclaw writhed on the floor.

She didn’t even hear Sebastian’s celebratory cry of having gotten it open. Everything was muddled. Too far away. Too loud. Too close. Too much.

In a faraway part of her mind she registered footsteps walking past her, but she couldn’t be sure. She was too busy drowning in wet concrete.

Far away voices argued. Unintelligible mumbles, only clear enough to know the clear sound of disdain.

Katherine struggled to open her eyes, staying absolutely still was the only way to stay conscious. Though maybe it was better if she let herself slip into the ever calling abyss. The screams were so loud and she wanted it to stop.

When she did finally open her eyes, she was met with the dead gaze of Noctua Gaunt. She flinched away and it sent a new wave of agony and nausea through her body.

“Merlin’s beard. She is still screaming. We outta just gag her.”

“Because you cast the torture curse on her, you unfeeling git”

“It’s not my fault she’s such a wimp. You should be thanking me that now we’re not gonna die in that hole.”

Silence.

Just the sound of rustling papers and broken sobs.

“And once I’ve found something worthwhile we can leave and not have to listen to her pathetic voice anymore.”

Katherine came to enough to hear the tail end of a conversation the two Slytherins were having. Sebastian’s condescending tone carrying through to her bleeding ears.

Curled onto her side, limbs refusing to move. Every thought sent tremors through her. An uphill battle to get onto hands and knees left her puking on the stone floor; stomach acid that burned almost as much as the rest of her.

Grasping at the wall, bloodied fingers refusing to hold on. Weak limbs unable to hold weight. Katherine hit the floor with another wave of sobs.

The most she could do was crawl; a losing battle. Managing to drag herself into the next room where the other two were preparing to leave, she tried to call out but she had screamed her throat raw and there was no noise to be made.

She heard the exit open and close. Now met with a deafening silence.

The only sounds being her pulse and strangled breath. She let herself collapse onto the cold stone floor, a slight reprieve of the burning she felt everywhere.

She distantly heard the wall of agony reappear near her feet as she fell unconscious.

Heavy eyelids opening, the darkness of the scriptorium too bright for her eyes. Squinting and trying to get up. Stiff limbs that still hesitated to support her.

Grabbing onto a nearby table and slowly pulling herself up, she looked back down; trail of blood smeared across the floor from the cursed wall to where she had collapsed.

A groan escaped her desert throat. The noise ripping a vicious cough from her throat. More blood hit the floor as she coughed. Body refusing to stop shaking.

Hobbling up the stairs, legs weak from cuts and the curse that still wracked her body. Every step sending jolts of agony to her nerves.

The logical part of her brain knew that she was in fact not being torn apart piece by piece but the rest of her refused the accept that as truth. She was slowly dying. And she was alone.

Completely and helplessly alone.

That realization sent another wave of sobs and she fell to her knees at the top of the stairs.

Nobody knew. Nobody cared.

Katherine wailed. The emotional agony almost as debilitating as its physical counterpart.

After a while she managed to get her legs to obey her long enough to stand on her own and make her way to the exit. She wanted to burn Salazar’s precious scriptorium to ash. It disgusted her.

She tried to hold her wand but it fell to the floor. Efforts to hold it steady, let alone cast a spell were fruitless. She’d settle with knocking Sebastian on his ass the next time she saw the cocky bastard.

She managed to get herself out of the room without much issue. Though stumbling past a reflective surface had her realizing she looked about as terrible as she felt, if not worse.

Hair everywhere, clothes and face caked in dirt, bleeding from her nose, ears, and mouth. The angry gash on her leg and her missing fingernails. Tears streaked through dirt and blood. Features gaunt, eyes dull and lifeless, lips dry and cracked.

How long had she been down there?

Footsteps. Running footsteps down the stairs. She turned, vision blurring at the movement. A blur of red swiftly approached. Hands grabbed her shoulders.

“Katherine!! Katherine! Can you hear me?”

She blinked and shook her head. Trying to get her vision to line up.

Freckles. Red mop of hair.

“Ga- Garreth?” She could barely speak.

“Thank Merlin!” He wrapped his arms around her, seemingly unbothered about getting his own robes dirty. Pulling back to arms length, he was frazzled. “Where in Godric’s name have you been? It’s been days.” At that he seemed to finally take in her appearance, face paling. “What the hell happened…” His voice was barely above a whisper, anger thinly veiled.

Katherine tried to shake her head. She just wanted to go to bed and try to sleep off the after shocks of the cruciatus curse. Merlin, he had really cast it on her.

“Katherine!” Garreth’s voice shook her from her thoughts and she met his weary gaze. “What happened?” His tone softened as he looked at her. “I was worried sick.”

Oh.

Someone did notice.

Someone did care.

Tears pricked at her eyes and at the sight Garreth pulled her into another hug.

“C’mon. Let’s get you taken care of.” He dipped down, arms around her to keep her steady.

When she continued to stumble, he didn’t miss how she limped on her injured leg. He wasn’t going to press her, she would tell him when she was ready. But he’d be damned if he left her by herself when she was suffering. So he did what any gentleman would do, swept down and lifted her completely off her feet. Holding her fragile body close to his chest.

“I’ve got you, Katherine. You’re safe now.”

And so Katherine let exhaustion take her, knowing that Garreth would protect her until she was free from injury’s grasp.

[anna-n-hetfield]

Sweetheart Like You

Chapter Three

Summary: Elaine fleeing her vault comes across a man and a possible savior

Masterlist || Two

Elaine was a day and a half away from the vault. She had veered off the road about five miles back and had found a new one. She was trying to only follow roads for a little distance and then go off the road and go through different paths. Elaine didn’t know where she was going, but she figured if she could get a good distance away, she wouldn’t be found. She came across a man banging on a drum. She didn’t look at him, but she knew he looked her way. Her eyes stared straight ahead of her, ignoring him hollering after her. She didn’t register what the man was saying until she felt a rough hand on her shoulder jerking her back.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but you don’t just ignore me,” the man said. His breath smelled rotten, and he didn’t seem to know what personal space was.

“Let go of me,” she said, jerking back away from him. His hold only tightened.

“You look mighty fine, and it looks like you are all by your lonesome,” he said. “I need some help around the house, and something pretty to look at.”

Elaine wanted to gag. She just fled a vault because of that. “Leave me alone,” she said, glaring at the man in front of her.

“These wastelands are much too dangerous for you. And I can keep you safe. I’ll give you my house when I die. Even give you a few kids,” the man said. His breath stank of rotten meat, almost making Elaine puke right then.

There was a click of a gun. Elaine looked over to see a man with a cowboy hat and a dark trench coat. He looked up revealing his worn skin and lack of a nose. “Now, I believe the lady here was telling you no,” he said, a southern drawl hung in his words. “Let her go.”

The creep dropped his hold and lifted his hands up in surrender. “Sorry. Just didn’t want a pretty thing like her to be out here by herself,” he said. “Trying to give her a safe place to stay.”

“Well, she’s not,” the cowboy said. “She’s out here with me. And I don’t like my companions being harassed by freaks like you.”

“I ain’t no freak like you,” the man said.

The cowboy shot at the ground. “Now, I don’t care if you think you’re not a freak. This is going to end with me shooting you here and now or you are going to turn around and go back to wherever it is you come from. Do you understand me?” he asked, the southern accent thick in his words.

The man nodded and took off. He picked up his pace when the cowboy let off a shot.

Elaine stared at the man who came to her rescue. “Well, thank you,” she said.

“You ought to be more careful. There’s more like him out here,” he said, grabbing his bag. He turned on his heels and started to walk off.

Elaine watched him walk for a minute. Why did he come to save her? And she didn’t doubt that he was right. And she had nothing to protect herself like he seemed to. She tightened her hold on her bag and ran after him. “Hey, wait,” she called after him.

The cowboy didn’t slow down, not even looking back at her.

“Let’s make a deal,” she said. “You teach me how to shoot and fight, and I’ll pay you 250 caps.”

The cowboy stopped walking. He turned around, looking at her with a raised hairless eyebrow. “Do you even have a gun?”

“No, but I’m sure I can find one. Listen, I’m sure I’m a risk to have around, and I don’t know the first thing up here. But I can learn if I have someone to teach me. And I can pay,” she said.

The cowboy looked her over. “Sweetheart, you don’t want to hang around the likes of me,” he said.

“I don’t care how you look,” she retorted. “Please, I’ll help anyway I can.”

The cowboy looked her over again. “Fine, but you will do as I say without question. I will not wait for you; you either keep up or you are left behind, do you understand?”

Elaine nodded. “Yes, sir,” she said.

He cringed. “Don’t call me that,” he said.

“Then what should I call you?” she asked.

“The Ghoul, or if you must Ghoul,” he said.

“Well, nice to meet you, Ghoul. I’m Elaine,” she replied, holding out her hand. “I won’t pay you until you have completely trained me.”

“Deal,” he said, not bothering to shake her hand.

***

The Ghoul was still wondering what made him save his new shadow, but she was going to pay him to train her which was going to be easier said than done. She didn’t even have a gun to practice with. Though he was curious as to why she was out here. She had too pretty of skin to have grown up in the wasteland. She was a vaulter even though she wasn’t wearing a blue and yellow suit.

“Why are you called The Ghoul?” she asked. Curiosity always killed the cat, it seemed.

“Because that’s what I am,” he replied.

“But that’s not really a name,” she pointed out.

He glared over at her. “Sweetheart, it’s not nice to question me like that,” he said.

The girl sighed and shook her head. “Sorry,” she muttered.

The Ghoul didn’t reply. He didn’t care that much, and he just picked up his pace. He didn’t have the time to wait for her. He needed to get to Filly to get that scientist. If he had to teach a girl how to shoot, it would be on the way. Those caps she offered was a lot, and he could use it.

“So where are we heading?” Elaine asked.

“This way,” he replied. Knowing that it was every bit of a nonanswer.

He smiled to himself listening to her grumble to herself.

[glitterguts13]

I know your requests are out the wahzoo, but I have a small one.

Could you do the Genshin men dealing with morning sickness? Like, who has it really bad and who would have it less?

Thank you, again, please make it when you have the chance.

Love your writing!

You got it! TW: talk of vomit

Mondstadt

Albedo Horrible morning sickness the first trimester, but it tapers off to occasional nausea during the second.

Bennett Sick as a dog the whole time. Morning, noon, and night, he's puking his guts out. Can't keep anything down,and gets super dehydrated several times.

Diluc Barely has any morning sickness. A few pukey mornings early on, but nothing bad and it goes away as quick as it came on.

Kaeya Very sick the first two months, but it slows down a lot after he hits his second trimester. The smell of alcohol will make him vomit instantly though.

Mika Somehow skipped morning sickness in the first trimester, thinks he's safe, and gets hammered with it during the last month of his pregnancy.

Razor Very normal, some morning sickness but nothing bad and it goes away after a few weeks. Not much nauease at any point.

Venti Super sick, and thinks the baby is a hangover the first two months before finally putting two and two together. Stops drinking and the vomiting stops alongside it, thankfully.

Liyue

Baizhu Doesn't catch a break. Sick from morning till night, and loses weight during his pregnancy. Thankfully he has enough at his disposal to treat himself, but Baizhu is very weak for months after the birth.

Chongyun Very normal amount of morning sickness, but he doesn't get any warning before being sick. He'll just be walking along, and boom, he's puking without even feeling queasy.

Gaming Pretty sick the first few months, but his family has the best homemade tea to help with nausea, so it's bearable as long as he has his tea to sip on.

Xiao No morning sickness, a little queasy but its so mild he overlooked it completely.

Xingqiu Only had morning sickness during his second trimester.

Zhongli Very mild, but can't hide how he feels at all. The typical "you look green" sort of sick, everyone can tell minutes before he's gonna be sick it's so clearly written on his face.

Inazuma Arataki Itto Not super sick, but has a few days where he swears up and down he's dying. Passes rather fast, but any hint of his stomach acting up has him convinced he's going to be sick.

Ayato Very sick for the first half of his pregnancy, and really struggled with his duties because of it. Keeps having to excuse himself to be sick, and a few times, barely made it out of the room.

Gorou Super sick the first month and then nothing. His cravings on the other hand were insane.

Kazuha Never outright pukes, but gets very queasy the first few months. Always thinks he's going to be sick, but never does.

Heizou Again, it is a very normal amount of morning sickness, nothing extreme, just annoying.

Thoma Only has issues the last trimester, and the smell of everything makes him gag.

Sumeru

AlHaitham Morning sickness is what tipped him off there was an issue. Never pukes, but the first time he woke up and had to empty his stomach, he knew something was wrong.

Cyno Not very sick, but he gets dehydrated very easily which will make his nausea worse.

Kaveh Pukes the whole way through, gets a day or two of feeling totally fine, pigs out on whatever he's craving, and then throws it up the next day. Very unfair.

Sethos Gets sick for about a week, and then nothing.

Tighnari Struggles for a few months but hides it very well. Keeps herbs in his pocket to chew on that help settle his stomach when he can't be at home.

Fontaine

Freminet Another case of, feels like he's going to puke constantly but never actually does. Which might actually be worse because there is never any feeling of relief.

Lyney Not so lucky, he's puking his guts out the first few months before it tapers off to occasional bouts of sickness. Doesn't have much of an issue with it, except that one time he lost his lunch in the middle of a show, on stage.

Neuvillette Queasy, but never enough to be sick. Gets the shakes really bad whenever he feels queasy though, super stressed he'll throw up in the middle of the court.

Wrio Throws up more in the evening than the morning, and has to eat something right away or it gets ten times worse. Natlan Kinich Doesn't get sick at all, not even a little queasy. Ororon On the flip side, Ororon is sick the whole time. Granny spends months stressed out and fussing over him because nothing seems to help settle his stomach.

[lumiolivier]

Bless This House

Day 11 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Omegaverse

Word Count: 720

It's like Three's Company, but one of them can get super pregnant.

It had been almost a year since Light, Misa, and L had moved in together.  Their cozy little pack in their cozy little den.  All was just the way it was meant to be.  Even though both L and Light went a little crazy over Misa sometimes.  Her scent was incredible.  Like lilacs and lavender and a little bit of vanilla.  Intoxicating.  But nothing but the best from their alpha.  But all that changed when the beta and the omega got a little…handsy one night.

Misa had gone out for the night with her own omega.  And she knew that one day, she’d have to leave her pack, her family, to start a whole new one with Kiyomi, but for the time being, she loved having her boys around.  They were simple.  The way they’d still take care of her.  The way they made little passes at each other.  The way they would get super close at night while they were all watching a movie.  The way they’d look at each other like they hung the moon just for them…Misa knew she was an idiot.  She knew she was always going to be the third wheel with those two.  What she had kept to herself the night she went out?  The resident omega was in heat.

And a couple weeks later, L woke up early one morning to hear retching sounds in the bathroom.  Of course, being the concerned sweetheart he was, he got up to investigate.  If the smells coming from the hurling weren’t strong enough, the ones coming off Light were like a punch to the face, “Light?  Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Light scoffed, gripping the edges of the toilet tighter while another round of puking ensued, “Just.  Fucking.  Super.”

“What’s wrong?” L sat at the edge of their bathtub.

“I…” Light felt it, too.  Not just him throwing up.  He felt different.  Sure, he had been through heat a million times before, but heat never felt like this.  He felt a strange connection that he never felt before.  And not just with L.  Of course, they’d never tell Misa, but L and Light had exchanged mating bites two months ago. 

“What smells like something died?” Misa came in, gagging a bit.

“Misa,” L didn’t care if she was an alpha and he was just a beta.  He was going to protect his omega with his whole heart.  With his life, if he had to. 

“Oh…” Misa backed off, noticing the scene playing out in the bathroom.  And that’s when it hit her.  Granted, when her health classes in school were explaining how alphas, betas, and omegas were different, she was always lumped in with the omegas.  But it gave her a competitive edge with any of the other alphas.  She knew how to take care of omegas better than any alpha.  Even if it wasn’t her own, “OH!  OH, SHIT!”

“What?” L started to sweat a bit, “What is it?”

“Nothing!” she sang, already on her way out, “I’m going back to bed.  Good night!”

“Light?” L noticed the shift in Light’s scent.  From the bile that came out of Light’s throat to something much gentler.  Something warmer.  Like a hint of iron mixed with a wood fire, “Are you sure you’re going to be ok?”

“I don’t know,” Light’s hand went down to his stomach while L’s went to his forehead.  The nice, cool skin to skin contact put Light in a much better place, “But I suppose we’ll find that out soon enough.”

“Hold on,” L started to piece things together, “Light…?”

“Yeah?” Light rested his head on the inside of L’s thigh, content with the world.  He knew.  He knew exactly what this was.  And whether it was because it had yet to fully sink in or if it was what he secretly wanted all along, everything would be ok.

“Come on,” L helped him up from the floor, “Let’s get you back to bed.”

“Ok,” Light held himself against the sink, waiting for the dizziness to go away, “Hey…L?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask you a favor?” Light steadied himself on L’s arm.

“Of course.  What is it?”

Light laid his head on L’s shoulder, “Can you make me a nest?”

“Just for you?” L held back a smile, “Or for both of you?”

[sleepy3012]

Full Moon: A Wolf Delroy au

Summary: Delroy is fully wolf now

By: Sleepy

Delroy bit down on the coat and pulled it away from Leslie who was trying to get it back.

Leslie pulled and pulled but nothing worked, Delroy's teeth were getting more stronger.

"Come on boy, give.It.Back!" He said pulling it some more.

Delroy just responded with a deep growl, He didn't know what was wrong with himself. These past fee days he had became more agreseve.

Leslie was finally able to get his coat back, although his coat had bite marks on it he didn't mind at all it made his coat look more cooler.

Delroy huffed and walked back to his bed and layed down.

"You know, today's the full moon right? Its a very painful process kid" Leslie warned. Delroy looked at him with a frown on his face "W...whatever" He replied

"Now let me give you some tips, just to help you" Leslie said " like?" He asked

"When your transformation is complete, you'll still be in pain and won't be able to move alot for like about 1-5 days." He explianed

"Then what should I do?" Delroy asked

"This may sound stupid but, you'll have to lick yourself." Leslie said with a laugh

Delroy felt himself almost barf out the meat he had just ate a while ago.

"The fuck you mean it may sound stupid, It DOES sound stupid." Delroy said in disgust.

"Hey, i'm just trying to help here but its up to you not me but i'll see you later tho." Leslie said

He then walked out the cell, locked the door and walked away.

Delroy didn't want to say this but, he was scared. No not scared, he was terified. He didn't want to feel this type of pain!

He didn't want to bleed nor did he want to scream in pain, but what choice did he have? No choice at all.

All he could do is sit there and wait until his time of transformation would happen. All these thoughts made him feel sick inside.

His tummy began to growl no becuase he was hungry, but because he was about to throw up.

Delroy then puked all over the floor, blood splated on the floor along with the rest if the meat he ate.

The smell of dead rotten flesh and blood made him gag. He did not like the smell of this, no wonder most animals don't get close to vomit on the road made by other birds.

Crow face came in and cleaned up the mess Delroy had made, he could tell by the way crow face was picking up the mess that he was pissed at him.

After a few hours passed it was finally time for Delroy to transform.

Otto, Leslie, and Tavish dragged Delroy out of the cell while he was fighting back. Delroy tried to run back to his cell but was stoped by crow face.

Soon enough Delroy was outside, inside a cage looking at the full moon. He had to admit the moon did look bigger since the last time he saw it.

The cult then made a circle around him and began saying weird words that Delroy couldn't even understand.

Then yellow Light glowed around Delroy and when the light got brighter He felt a sharp pain inside his heart.

He screamed in pain as the cult kept saying the ritual, Delroy felt like a bullet had shot him in his chest.

His Teeth then grew into sharp fangs that were sharper than a dagger and so did his claws. His tail grew more fluffy, more hair grew on his chest.

His ears began to hear stuff that were far away, he was hearing stuff at the same time that made his nose bled.

Delroy cried for the cult to stop but it was no use the cult still kept saying the ritual.

Then Delroy just droped on the cold cage floor.

Delroy woke up to a nice smell of meat ccoking, he opened his eyes to see that he wasn't in a cage no more, he was in a living room.

He tried to get up but failed, his legs felt like they couldn't support him. He looked up to see the cult looking at him.

"Soo?" Crow face asked "how do you feel?"

Delroy didn't respond, he just layed back down with his chin layed on his paws.

"You look diffrent?" Said Tavish "Very diffrent, you look more like a wolf and dog than a human" Leslie added

Abanate just sat there giggling like a child

"Well lets get you something to eat, here made it for you" Otto said pulling out a baked stake.

Delroy chewed on the meat like he hadn't eating in years. The meat was good and juicy that he wanted to make it last.

But his head and body began to hurt, then words of wisdom hit his brian.

"This may sound stupid but, you'll have to lick yourself." He remembered Leslie say

He then began to lick his paws and arms, he felt stupid doing this, but for some reason it made him feel less pain amd more warmth.

"So you decided to take my word for it huh." Leslie said with a chuckle

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

Thank you, angel...

What -- Following the events of S02's Chupacabra, you give Daryl a massage. The story begins with some discussion of post-concussive protocol for the poor guy to prep the stage for the chapter after his very bad day.

Relationships -- slow burn, canon-compliant Reader x Daryl and the two of you being closed off about possibly like-liking somebody. I mean, he doesn't even eat peanut butter!

Perspective -- You + Him

Pronouns - neutral

TWs -- some crude language

Length -- 6,000 words (15-20 minutes)

When -- a couple hours after "fondness" LOL. It starts off like nothing serious, then gets more tender, sort of like Daryl's muscles after careening down all those rocks.

Which chapters will provide more context? -- it's always good to check out the most recent chronological chapter, in this case "fondness" LOL. Spell your last name, please would be fun to read alongside this one, too. As well, I recommend reading Invisible tugging strings, Part 2 (also Part 1) and souls stripped bare if you like a bit of confused yearning.

Masterlist? -- Shiny and Official one here and Chronological one here

Him

The door opened, waking him up—the hell, where was he? How long had he been asleep?

“Hey,” the familiar voice he liked said, and his muscled relaxed.

Sure enough, there came Y/N into view, giving him a little wave as they walked around the bed. “Remember where you are?”

His memory came back to him quickly as he blinked the sleep away. He was in the farmhouse. 

Still, his sarcastic croak of a response, “In bed,” earned him a tiny huff and a dry “So funny,” from his friend, who carried along a big-ass book. 

Ugh, his stomach didn’t feel too hot. He’d, um, half-woken up a little earlier and saw crackers on a plate near him. And he’d been so damned hungry he’d just reached out, grabbed some, and slammed them into his mouth.

That there'd been peanut butter in between them had been a nasty surprise, except he’d already chewed and started to swallow by the time the taste hit him, he was that hungry. He was so hungry that he’d gone and grabbed more, too…dumb sumbitch.

Now the taste was all up in his nose and mouth. He curled up a little tighter, as much as his stiff joints and muscles and the new hole in his side let him. Daryl just wanted to sleep and for his stomach to stop messing with him, he felt ready to puke…

The old man’s voice met his ears next as he came around the bed, too. “I apologize. You have something of an audience. Carol and Y/N will be keeping an eye on you tonight, they’re in here now, as is Patricia.” 

Y/N frowned into their massive textbook, flip-flipping through the pages as if looking for a specific section. Carol sat across from the bed on the footstool thing and smiled in her sad way. 

Then, the nice twangy blonde lady (he knows her name, it's Patricia) started saying something and helping him sit up, but he wasn’t hearing a damn thing, because he w—he was—no, no, no, he was gonna upchuck—

____________________________

You

Daryl doesn’t look too g—oh, no! 

“Carol, hand me that thingy, please!” you squeak, standing up as the book clatters to the floor while you frantically point to the emesis basin on the dresser beside her.

You zip to the bedside and cradle the back of Daryl’s neck with one hand, the small container in the other, and not a moment too soon. 

“Whoakay, there you go, buddy,” you coo as the poor guy gets sick.

“Pat, please retrieve the oxygen tank from the boy’s room,” you hear Hershel murmur, and Pat is already up and moving. 

They have an oxygen tank?! That, that should’ve been administered an hour and a half ago when he stumbled back onto the farm!

With a final spit into the bowl, Daryl makes a slight groan and exhales. He grunts an apology, gags again.

You lower the basin so it won’t be too near his mouth (and nose), but wait remain for a minute or so with him just in case he’s not done. Lightly, you run your fingers across the back of his neck and up the back of his head as you wait. And not because you have taken a shiney fondness to him, Dale, you would do this for anyone, especially a friend who had a day like this one did. 

When he mumbles that he’s fine, you tell him you’ll be right back, and tuck the sheet over his back for him. You then excuse yourself to clean up, being mindful to hold your breath and not look at the basin so you won’t gag or need to use it yourself. Carol follows you into the hall but slips out the front door.

You empty and wash the basin in the downstairs bathroom and scrub your hands and forearms, and find some bleach spray to clean the sink.

Scrubbed good, you're ready to carry the cleaned container back into the room in time to see Patricia accessorizing Daryl with an oxygen mask. The ever-growing dread in your gut sprouts a new branch.

“Miss Patricia, Mr. Greene, what do we do next?” 

You hope it didn’t sound nearly as worried as you think it sounded. The first pre-hospital guideline for suspected traumatic brain injury is being put on O2.

Granted, ‘suspected’ encompasses pretty much any head bump for safety’s sake—but the man had a very serious fall twice. 

The reality that he’s not necessarily in the clear is now sinking in. 

How would you fix whatever Daryl did to his skull, if he did something? Drill a hole in his head or something? There’s no possibility of getting proper imaging, y'all don’t even have more sterile gloves.

Daryl’s leaning back, now propped against some pillows in addition to sporting the oxygen mask. He looks miserable. You kneel beside him and place your free hand on the bed. Carol joins you. 

“Oxygen will only benefit him, at the moment, even if there’s nothing more serious going on,” Hershel mildly puts it, cool as a cucumber with your EMT textbook open to the head trauma section. But then again, Mr. Greene had the skill to keep himself cool as a refrigerated cucumber while Carl was actively decompensating and dying. “The good thing is, Daryl is negative for any other indication of severe concussion, even moderate, which is surprising in the best way possible. Way I see it, it’s yet another medical miracle among your group.”

Next to you, Carol holds out one of her small tins and shyly says to Daryl, “Ginger?”

The way his eyes got all big like a kid’s was unexpected and rather cute. She pulls the mask away far enough to pop a ginger mint into his mouth. With a grunt, he closes his eyes in acknowledgment and gratitude.

“How do we know he ain’t—” oops, you mean to only use elegant grammar around Mr. Greene. Except, you don’t have a preset sentence in your head so it still comes out messy, but you do use the phrase Mr. Greene used yesterday. “How do we know that it isn’t, um, that h-his concussion isn’t a bigger cause for concern?” 

“Pupils are good, blood pressure is good, reflexes are good, and upon examinin' his skull, there are no irregularities beyond two what Hersh and I both would call goose eggs,” Patricia answers first, as chill as Hershel is. “He’s gotta be kept under watch for the next couple days, of course, but that's more a precaution.”

Mr. Greene nods. “Any more vomiting—”

“—I only hurled ’cause of the peanut butter,” Daryl muffles through the mask.

Because of the…

You squint. “How would peanut butter make you sick? You aren’t allergic.”

“Don’t like it.”

Doesn’t like…what? “Dude, you don’t like peanut butter?”

“Don’t even like the smell.” 

WHAT. 

Mr. Greene resumes what he was saying before you can continue the interrogation. “Do you have an appetite.” It somehow sounded less like a question the way he asked it.

Daryl hums in response.

“Good. Finish up what’s on this plate and we’ll see if you’re able to keep non-peanut related foods down.” Was Mr. Greene trying to make a joke? Well, at any rate, he’s removing the cracker sandwiches to leave just the eggs and spam. Daryl accepts the plate and whips his mask off, prompting you to turn the O2 off for now. A relieved groan follows his first bite and he eagerly digs in to get another forkful. Carol must be pleased.

Mr. Greene nods in thanks that you turned off the oxygen flow. “To answer your question: if there is any more vomiting, a bad headache, changes to his pupillary response or his blood pressure as well as any alteration to his speech and cognitive function, that would be a cause for concern.”

“And we won’t want him to go unchecked too long a stretch, so I brought y’all our egg timer," Patricia adds. "It’s digital, so it ain’t too loud.”

“Should we wake him every hour?” Carol asks, nodding and clasping her hands in her lap.

“Naw, that’s more myth. Although,” Patricia reconsiders. Sighs. “It ain’t like we have him hooked to a monitor in a ward staffed with nurses breezing in and out. Hersh, what’s your take?”

“You’re the nurse, I’m just the vet,” he reminds her. “It’s your call. What were you going to have them do?”

She sighs again but nods. “Might as well be over-cautious, then. Let’s do every hour and a half to check, but don't wake him. He needs rest.” Patricia breathes deeply, then gives the instructions.

“If you stick the egg timer under your pillow, it should wake you but not him. Sit up and make sure he’s breathin’ normally. If, uh, if he’s awake, ask him his pain level for his head, listen to his speech, see if it sounds normal, check his temp with your wrist. Acetaminophen, that’s Tylenol, that’s the only painkiller he can have right now."

Just Tylenol, got it.

"Ask him a basic question or two, check his eyes like Hershel said. Maybe have him tap his fingers together. And if his BP changes much in either direction, or especially if his headache gets worse than it feels now, which isn’t too bad so he claimed,” a pointed look at Daryl, “wake me. I’m in on the top floor, room to the center-left.”

“Do I gotta wear this to bed?” the man himself grates, his mouth full even while scooping in the last bite off his plate. The guy's definitely hungry, which is usually a good sign.

And the look he earns back from Patricia is enough to make you sit straighter and lower your head despite not being on the receiving end of it. 

Daryl stops chewing. 

“You do and you will,” she states. It wasn’t done in a controlling way, it sounded to you like simple tough love. “Might well save your hide if you’ve got a bleed, Daryl.”

“Yes ma’am,” he mumbles. 

Annoyingly, the way he displayed a healthy serving of shame/deference seems to have awoken some of the irrational butterflies in your stomach. The little creeps.

Hershel speaks to Patricia. “You know, I believe I still have a nasal cannula from when my mother was still living. It will be less obstructive to sleep—Pat, will the cannula be adequate?”

“Would be great—but how old is it? Your mama passed over a decade ago.”

“Then it’s well over a decade old,” he answers, and quits the room in such a way that strongly suggests he was eager to do so.

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Him

Putting him in the nose thing cancer people or old dudes with emphysema have to wear seemed over-the-top, but if Patricia said he had to, he guess he had to. The nose thing was more comfy than the mask. Daryl made sure to thank Patricia and Dr. Farmer—um, Hershel—for all their help.

He’d glanced at Y/N, whose head was just about glued to the pages of the big-ass medical book, and had been scribbling stuff down on a sheet of paper while asking Patricia question after question after question.

“Was supper okay?” Carol peeped when she picked up his empty plate for him.

Supper was more than just okay, it was damned tasty. “You make it?”

“The spam and eggs.”

Yo, he couldn’t inhale the stuff she made fast enough, the woman cooked some mean-ass grub. “Ain’t eaten that good in a while. It was delicious.” Not since the breakfast at the CDC that T-Dog cooked up. 

When he looked up at Carol, her cheeks looked pinker. Like, red. 

For a second, he almost thought it was because he told her her food was good. But nah, must’ve been getting stuffy in the room. He wouldn’t have minded if it got warmer in there, he felt kinda clammy. Probably because he’d lost blood a decent chunk of blood or whatever. So long as he was able to get back to sleep soon, he didn’t care. 

He wriggled his shoulders to get more comfortable on the pillows, and felt his eyelids start to sink.

“Can I use it on him if he needs it tonight?” Y/N checked with Patricia.

...Huh? Use what? 

“Just don’t go settin’ it too high, you shouldn’t see any muscle movement. Now, you know not to use it on his head, yes?”

Daryl opened his eyes again in time to see Y/N’s lips press together, then twist slightly to the side. “Oh, I was gonna put it right smack on his head then draw him a bath with it on, ma’am, for relaxation and such.”

“Never use a—oh, goodness, you had me goin’ there a moment!” The lady chuckled when she realized Y/N was joking, then lightly swatted at his friend’s arm. “I had to make sure you knew. Some people would try using them units for head pain.” 

Grinning the way they do when they’ve acted like a goof, Y/N nodded and raised their hands as if surrendering. “You were doin’ your due diligence.” 

“I told you, Hersh, I really want to keep this one,” the woman next said, playful smile on her face. 

Daryl couldn’t help but watch how that comment made Y/N’s eyes get all—he wasn’t sure the right describe-y word to call it, but his cat would get that look when he’d be gone awhile then would come back. Y/N’s eyes did just that, but they also looked sad at the same time. 

Then, his friend politely smiled and waved in the direction of the door, same direction as whatever that new dragging noise was.

How many damn people were gonna come in? He just wanted to sleep.

Patricia stood up and pulled her shirt down in the back, calling, “Thank you, sweetpea,” at the same time the old man asked, “James, what’s this?” 

“Couldn’t have them sleepin’ on the floor. Jimmy filled up the air mattress.”

Daryl had neither the strength nor desire nor any fucks to give to bother looking over to see the action. He needed some shut-eye.

“How’s your stomach, Daryl?” Patricia spoke soft, just to him. 

He...felt less annoyed. Eyes still closed, he raised his thumbs from where his hands were holding the sheet up. He wished he could act more grateful, but his tank was below E and he wanted to scream and cuss or just plain cry.

“Very good! Righty, we’ll get out of your hair, now.”

He did force himself to grunt back, “G’night,” in hopes it conveyed at least a little bit of gratitude.

“Y/N will be in here the first half of the night, alright? You’ll be in good hands. Sweet dreams.”

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You

Sources were true, Dale’s book is kinda ick. Even the title, The Case of the Missing Man, it’s just a bit lame. Hand under your pillow, you thumbed at the prayer beads you’d taken from the family’s house earlier today. You gave Carol a pair, too, you know she used to use them. Today felt like a week, it was so up and down and all arou—what are you doing? Don’t think about today anymore. 

If you’re so darn tired that you can’t sleep, thinking certainly won’t help.

Listening to Daryl’s even, soft snores, you take a few sips of water. It’s really chilly tonight. Maybe you should go grab your other blanket and your hoodie.

You peek at the egg timer, looks like you have 70 minutes until it’s time to check him officially. Gonna be a long night. After Sophia comes home tomorrow, or….at least after you check the highway shelter and do a sweep for her, then do the shooting practice thing, oh, and maybe after another pharmacy run—oh, and then chores, you need to help with chores. But after all that, maybe you can have a nap.

It really is nippy tonight. If you’re cold, poor Daryl likely is, too, the man lost a lot of blood today.

Your side and shoulder pinch and burn as you scooch upright. Quietly as you can, you move to peek out the window, trying to gauge if you’ll be able to walk to your tent without Shane noticing.

It’s gotten chilly enough that there’s condensation on the windows.

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Him

He woke up for some reason. Thought he heard a creak. 

The room felt colder than a metal toilet seat in winter. He had the sheets bundled around him as much as he could get them. He knew if he stayed still enough he’d feel warmer and not notice the cold as much, but, shit, he felt so miserable. 

He didn’t even bring Sophia back yet, all he found was her doll! like, his dumb bitch ass couldn’t even climb right. Even monkeys know how to climb.

Yeah no, instead of finally bringing that little girl home safe, he flopped his way down the ridge twice and got a bolt hole in him.

And yet, the same people he’d stolen a horse from to get it done faster legit set him up in a room and patched him up.

As he was wallowing and moping about all the day's shit, feeling like a useless nobody, something warm—a blanket?—was pulled over him and tucked in gently around his shoulders. 

The angel? person who placed it on him rested their hand on his upper arm a sec, and he felt their thumb rub back and forth once. His chest and stomach felt a little funny when he recognized the minty smell of whoever just gave him the blanket. The muscle-rub Y/N had on. 

There was another creak in the direction of the door behind him, but he fell asleep too fast after the blanket was placed on him to mumble “thank you, angel.”

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You

Glenn had stayed late playing board games with the others, he was still on the porch. He and Jimmy are playing cards, probably spit judging by the thunk you just heard on the table along with some muffled laughter. Beth is barely awake, but she waves when she sees you. Maggie is dozing.

Andrea is awake, too, and once seeing you, she rushes over to ask after Daryl again. You assure her that he’s fine, took down his dinner well, and no, she should get rest instead of staying awake just in case. Shane’s in his tent, and you go to yours without incident. At least he knows to stay away right now. 

Blanket now in-hand and hoodie on, you head back inside after remembering to grab the icy-hot rub you’d left in your tent, too. Shoot, you’d also meant to borrow Shane’s sweatpants, but he brought his stuff with him. T-Dog has a pair, but he wears them to bed…Daryl can borrow yours, they’re baggy with a drawstring, anyone could wear them.

Tiptoeing and avoiding the creaky spot by the door, you listen carefully and can hear that Daryl’s still sound asleep. You’d been worried you would either disturb or even frighten him when you pulled the comforter over him, but to your delight, he’d begun snoring.

It is strange seeing him so helpless. Dude literally chews on bark sometimes, he’s a survivor down to his bones. Him getting all the help must feel very humbling to say the least, you know he likes to keep to himself. After seeing the scars on his back, you imagine he might feel unworthy of help or care, too.

With a prayer, you hunker down onto the air mattress and hope for dreamless sleep.

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Him

Y/N and he were sitting in the dirt because the horse bucked them off. They’d just buried Sophia. 

The old Mexican lady from the house was holding those prayer beads and sitting in a rocking chair outside, chickens pecking at the grass near her. Carol was crying somewhere but he couldn’t see where.

Y/N rested their head against him and squeezed his hand tight, apologizing that they had to get the bolt out of his side. 

Stuck to his chest, there was a thick, twiney string that connected to Y/N’s. It was getting in the way and pulling whenever he moved. When he went to tuck it over his shoulder, it was the plastic tubing from the oxygen tank.

Merle sat across from the two of them, holding a sponge and telling him to get up. 

He tried to. He kept trying to get up and follow his brother, but when he did, he started to fall down the ridge again to where the geeks were waiting to gnaw his feet off.

Y/N’s voice called for him from the walkie, and when he looked up, he saw them ripping their sling off to help him despite them bleeding through their shirt again.

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You

The timer went off, so you move in order to see him. His breathing pattern is normal and regular.

You can tell he’s dreaming, the way his eyes are moving under his closed lids. Hopefully, it’s a good dream. Best not wake him if he’s still sleeping. 

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one hour later

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Him

“Baby, is your head worse, too?”

“No, it’s—” he hissed when he breathed too deeply and it hurt his ribs. “It’s goddamned everythin’ else.”

Y/N had heard him when he accidentally groaned, so then started to do a check-up thing. All he’d been trying to do was move to try to make it hurt less and he could get back to sleep. It’d hurt worse, instead, and he yelped like a little fox kit. Pansy-ass little Darylina. No wonder they just called you ‘baby’ again.

“I’m going to check your pupils again, bear with me.” Y/N spoke softly as their hand made a wall between his two eyes again. “Spell my last name, please.”

“D-I-X-O—oh wait, no, that’s…” They’d asked for their last name, not his. 

“Ballsy offer,” they joked. The little flashlight shone in one eye, then the other. Y/N was trying not to crack up. “It’s good you caught the mix-up, real good sign. Okay, you can rest your eyes now if you want, but please stay sittin’ up, okay?”

He did shut his eyes, and tried to call to mind what Y/N’s last name was…

Got it, Sophia called Shane either ‘Mr. Walsh’ or “Welsh” a few times. “W, um, W-A-L-S-H?”

“Yes, well remembered.” There was the rattle of a pill bottle. “What year is it and what’s the next season we’ll be in?” 

“2010. It’s, uh, it’s gettin’ to the end of summer. Gonna be fall.”

“Mind’s still sharp. Here, you can have one more acetaminophen. I got you some water. Take, swallow.”

He opened his eyes to see them holding out a single, white cylindrical pill and their water bottle.

“Are you able to tip your head back,” they checked, “or might should we use the cup with the straw?”

The warmth from their hand lightly supporting the back of his head felt nice even though they were acting as if he would fall apart like a china doll at any second. 

After he took the one, dinky little painkiller, Y/N gently moved his arms around, then had him wiggle his toes and fingers and turn his head as much as he could. Halfway through is when he noticed the sheet was tucked all the way over his shoulders and thighs where he sat. 

Y/N had been making sure it stayed covering him as he moved?

The strange feeling of unbearable closeness came back and he didn’t know what to do with it.

It was something so little and stupid but so damn big at the same time, to make a point to keep his, what, his modesty? When there were so many other things to worry about?

A lump formed in his throat. 

Y/N looked uncertain after doing something with his left arm again. “Daryl, have you had broken ribs or a broken collarbone before?” they asked him quietly.

He swallowed down the lump so he could answer. “Yeah.”

“Does it feel like that might could’ve happened again?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh buddy,” they sighed. “We’ll have Miss Patricia check tomorrow. What a day you’ve had.” 

“It was somethin’ else,” he grit. He just wanted to lay down again, but laying down hurt too much. Everything hurt too much.

Y/N brought over a pair of sweatpants. They helped him put them on, too.

“Can stand on my own,” he had to snip, mainly because of the way his body started reacting to having them so close to him. He was only human—half their chest went up against his again as they helped, all warm and soft and—yeah, he needed them to stop. He was in just his boxers, first off, second, he didn’t want to be a creep. And third, he could damn well stand on his own.

When he had pants on again and sat back down, he felt the heat from his friend’s hand hover around the back of his neck and shoulders. “I’m gonna put the TENS unit on first, then I’ll do my thing starting up here, okay?”

Not knowing what that meant, he hummed by way of an answer and shut his eyes. He figured it was for another check-up thing, so steeled himself to get through it.

Their footsteps sounded around the bed, and they ended up behind him. 

The mattress dipped when they knelt down on it. This time, the heat from their body warmed his whole back, but the closeness felt okay.

Then there was the sound of a container clicking open, and two, three, four soft things were pressed to his muscles on the uppermost part of this shoulders.

“These are electrodes. Tell me when you feel a tingly or prickly sensation.”

When he felt it, he inhaled in surprise.

“Now tell me just as the feelin’ goes away. These things are supposed to disrupt the nerve signals and reduce pain. I ain’ sure if it’s immediate or over time, but…”

The next part is what threw him.

And Y/N did it just so damn gently that he didn’t flinch at being touched, the way they cupped one hand over his forehead, and with the other, gently brushed their fingers along the back of his neck. They directed him to let his head and neck into their hand.

The angel Y/N next began to apply light pressure in circular motions, starting in between his shoulders and up to the base of his head. “Let me know if what I’m doin’ worsens it, or if it gets to be too much, okay?”

Best Daryl could do was hum in the affirmative; he couldn’t speak at that moment. The damned lump in his throat had bulged up again and then some. 

It was the first time something like this was done for him, and he felt…he didn’t know how or exactly what he felt except that the pain was lessening. 

So why in the hell was he about to cry?

The neck rub soon turned into a shoulder rub. And try as he might, tears started spilling out of his damn eyes. He was grateful Y/N couldn’t see them. 

After however long it was that they eased his pain in silence, his friend then began to quietly give him the summary of what went on while he’d been conked out.

It was something, that Y/N cared enough to share boring stuff with him. He wanted them to didn’t mind hearing them yammer on and was grateful they  

Apparently, the next prayer service thing was gonna happen tomorrow morning. “Maybe the Greenes will come, that would be nice. Patricia and Jimmy are comin’, I know that much.”

Carol wanted to cook dinner for everyone, maybe tomorrow or the next day. “Tomorrow, if Sophia’s back tomorrow, maybe the day after if she comes back the day after. W-We’ll see,” they told him. 

A mixture of guilt and worry fought for dominance in his brain when Y/N snorted and shared, “Dude, not only did we both get stitched today, we both fainted. High-five for fainting twins! I forgot to drink enough water, can you believe?” They hummed and figured, “You prolly can.”

Y/N next told him how them, Glenn, the teenage boy Jimmy, the short-haired chick Maggie, and Baby Spice Beth played some board games together before heading off to sleep. “Beth won at Scrabble, she killed it. Babygirl knew how to use them tiles.” 

During this part, they used both hands to do a swirling motion at his neck, and it was all he could do to not let out a sob of relief. “I did win the highest word score, though,” they sighed. “I kinda had to. Glenn started, um, earlier he decided he’d charge a quarter for whenever I talk too ‘hillbilly,’ so I felt like I had to prove a point.”

He was told that there were some new toothbrushes and shit from the pharmacy run the other day. “I cracked mine open today, ohh a new toothbrush feels so nice. Nothin’ like clean, flossed teeth.” Naturally, they next worried: “Dude, did somebody bring you your toothbrush? I’ll grab it for you tomorrow morning, just tell me where it is. I’m sorry, honey, you’re at our mercy and we forgot the basics. Wait, we gave you clean boxers, right?”

He was able to snort at that, hiding the fact that he was still blubbering like a colicky newborn.

Somehow, their talking about toothpaste veered into peanut butter, and Y/N, of course, made sure to knock him for not liking the stuff. 

“That means you don’t eat peanut butter tomato sandwiches, Dary-bear. What on earth did you eat in the summertime if not those?” Which sounded like the nastiest combo, but their voice and their little chuckle was so goddamn soothing and warm. This was right when they’d started to use that minty muscle rub stuff and it felt so damned nice. 

But when Y/N next hit the spot in between his shoulder blades that had been killing him, he finally and most definitely accidentally let out a sob like the little sissy lil bitch Darylina he was. 

Y/N gasped and immediately stopped rubbing his shoulders, then bent around to look at his profile. “Hey,” they soothed.

“M’fine,” he croaked back, sniffling and wiping his eyes as he accidentally knocked off the oxygen tube.

He really didn’t know why he was crying. It was just a lot of touch he wasn’t used to, and a lot of…for fuck’s sake, he had friends who worried that much about him, went the extra mile, who goddamn massaged him now, prayed for him and all that? Even after he again didn’t find the girl today, after he’d made things worse by stealing and losing borrowing a horse without asking first. After he’d flat-out yelled at them earlier, scared them when they were injured and hurting.

The world had ended, yet here he was being treated better than when it was up and running. 

It was a lot to take in, it was…fucking weird, for one thing. 

Not that it was a…bad kind of weird, though, not at all. It was a good kind of weird, and it made the lump in his throat get even bigger. 

When Y/N moved to get off the bed, he was urged to blurt out, “Don’t—please!” The feeling from earlier, the one where he felt naked, came back. But because Y/N felt safe, it didn’t stop him from all but begging, “Stay just for a little longer. Please. What you were, w-what you were doin’ helped.” 

Please, angel.

It took several long moments of quiet before Y/N, sounding nervous, asked, “The spot between your shoulder blades, that was helpin’?”

“Mmhm,” he gulped.

They stayed quiet for several long moments, tucking the oxygen tubing behind his ears for him once he got the nose part back in. “Do you want quiet,” they hesitated, “or, um, f-for me to keep talking?”

 Please talk, I like it when you talk. “Talk.”

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You

You adjust the sheet so it makes a U shape on his back, giving you access to the spot between his shoulders without uncovering his whole back. Just because you’ve seen it before doesn’t mean he’ll want you seeing it again.

With a little more muscle balm, you press both your thumbs on either side of his spine and fan them out. Up and down the edge of his shoulder blades you rub, then down and around the curvature of his ribs.

The trick is not straining your injured shoulder, so the angle has to be just right as you’re using it (or sticking to only using your good side). This was worth it, that mangy hick went against death way too many times for him to be left alone and in pain, awake by himself.

“I read in some article once how massages and stretches and stuff can release ‘buried emotion,’ they called it. I reckon it’s more the atypical stimuli, maybe some endorphins. Probably the simple relief of tension gettin’ undone, too.”

The intimacy of this is not lost on you, even is there’s nothing sexual about it. You are kneeling on a bed, giving a shoulder and neck massage to somebody shirtless. A somebody who, earlier today, made your stomach flutter and your chest tug in his direction. You’re also very aware of the warmth coming off his body and how physically near he is, but then again, this is a new experience for you, being so close to a guy like this. You’re gonna react more to the unfamiliar and the new.

But this is innocent, and it is helping him, so you’ll help.

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Him

The spot they just hit was so sore, a groan escaped his mouth before he could choke it down.

“The stuff I’m about to use on that area is peppermint oil, it’s different than the muscle balm,” Y/N murmured.

The small noise of a cap being twisted off came before the strong minty smell of it, and the spot that was so damn sore was slowly replaced by a smooth cooling sensation that eased the worst of the pain. 

He sniffed as his tears finally began drying up. The soft lulling of Y/N’s voice telling him about a book calmed his thoughts, helped him zone out. Soon, his muscles began to feel heavy and tired instead of exhausted and aching. Y/N gently bent his head forward to stretch his neck muscles, slightly turning his head side to side.

And by the time his friend began to tell the story about how they learned to ride on their best friend’s motorcycle, Daryl was nodding off even though it was funny and he wanted to hear more.

Next thing he knew, the squishy things were being pulled off his shoulders and the mattress lightly jolted because Y/N had got off and was walking back around the bed. He heard them fussing with his pillows, and his chest tugged again.

First, they asked him if he needed the bathroom. He didn’t, so Y/N started to help him recline back, but that just made him freeze. “Gonna hurt yourself worse,” he muttered, eyeing Y/N’s upper arm wrapped to their torso. He tried settling backward by himself.

“Careful, careful,” Y/N hushed, using their good side to cradle his head and neck. The warmth from their body hovered over his chest when they laid him propped against the pillows. Especially warm was where his fingertips had grazed his friend’s forearm and waist as they helped him lay back and get comfortable.

After drinking water at their bidding, the sheet and quilt were pulled back over him. Almost immediately, his body grew heavy and his eyelids drooped.

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You

Daryl fell asleep faster than a milk drunk newborn after you pulled the comforter on him. It’s been so chilly all night, yet now you’re warm enough that you’ve unzipped your hoodie.

Massaging him was a small workout in itself so that warmed you up comfortably. But it was when you’d, y’know, supported him with your good arm to lay him back that you got a very warm flush. Now, it’s as if you can still feel the spots where his fingers bumped against you. Your forearm, your waist. It was unfamiliar touch, is all…well, it warmed you up, now you can sleep easier. A long night ain't so bad if one's warm and cozy.

Even if your mind is unnecessarily mulling over the veins in his arms, but maybe that’s just the phlebotomist in you. He has very…patent veins.

You tiptoe to your sleeping bag to check the timer under your pillow. 

There’s another hour until it will go off again, meaning two and a half hours until you’ll switch with Carol. 

You look back at Daryl. His breathing is regular and steady. It’s sweet, he’s got a foot sticking out of the bed. Though, you don’t have to look hard to make out a purple bruise on his big toe in what light there is in the room. You consider something: if your own feet are tired after today, imagine how his must be after climbing the ridge, falling, and climbing again. 

And it’s not like you’ve got anything better to do, you’re not gonna fall asleep anytime soon…

So, you take the peppermint oil and carefully sit yourself once more on the edge of the mattress. He stirs, but doesn’t wake. With some of the oil on your hands, you take his foot and begin to massage it.

He stirs again, and you’re thinking he’s about to protest. 

It’s not what you’re expecting at all to hear him mumble, “Thank you, angel...” before promptly drifting back asleep.

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[emetogirl]

So I had a terrifying night. But I also threw up a lot so I might as well tell you all about it

I don’t drink often, and when I do, it’s never in excess, so when this happened it really freaked me out. I had just a couple of drinks but hadn’t eaten anything all day, so it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was with friends and we were making dinner together. Within an hour, I was throwing up in the bathroom, with one friend holding me and rubbing my back, and the other two standing in the doorway and talking about what they should do with me. As time passed on I became less responsive and started to pass out and they thought about taking me to the hospital, but decided it wasn’t bad enough and that they could just take care of me. I remember feeling overwhelmingly awful at this point, it was just terrible and disorienting. Instead of staying at my studio apartment where it would be hard to keep an eye on me because it was so small and cramped, they decided to take me to my friend’s house to sleep it off. I had to be carried to the car, and then my friend called her boyfriend to help carry me inside her house and get me settled. I remember throwing up in the car several times into a tiny trash can we had taken with us and feeling like my stomach just kept heaving non stop. When I got out of the car, I immediately stumbled and almost fell, and my friend’s boyfriend caught me and picked me up in both of his arms to bring me inside. I remember my head just lulling against his arm and feeling too sick to lift it back up. Once we got inside, he helped lay me on the couch and put a trash can by my head, which I immediately dry heaved into. When I was done I laid back and started feeling really odd and detached. I blacked out for a minute, and when I came to my friend and her boyfriend were holding my head in place and had pulled the pillow out from beneath me. Apparently I had had a small seizure (I have epilepsy) while on the couch, which was REALLY scary to have happen while drunk. When I woke up from the seizure I actually felt more with it, which is strange, and they were able to wrap me up in a blanket and I sat up for a moment. They said they had never seen my face look so white before, and I believed them. I was so cold and just shivering constantly. My stomach ached furiously, and I knew I’d be throwing up again soon. I asked if I could just move to her bathroom and lay there, but they told me they’d rather me stay on the couch in case I had another seizure. They got a trash can ready for me when I felt like throwing up again. In the meantime we watched a show and my friend’s boyfriend ordered some pizza. About 30 minutes later, he left to pick it up, and that’s also when the nausea kicked into overdrive. Even though I had a trash can right next to me, I got up and walked to the bathroom, and my friend followed. Kneeling down, I heaved over the toilet hard. After the third gag I finally brought up a tiny splash of mostly stomach acid at this point. My belly didn’t feel any better afterwards, and my mouth continued to water excessively. My belly caved and I threw up again, another tiny mouthful. My stomach convulsing, I heaved repeatedly after, with tiny splashes of puke hitting the water with each retch until nothing was coming up at all, but my stomach kept clenching anyways. Eventually, the heaves tapered off, and I flushed and leaned back. My friend gave me some water to rinse my mouth out in the sink with and then helped me lay down in her lap for a moment. When I felt ready, she guided me back to the couch and I laid down. After puking, I actually felt a lot better and accepted some water. When her boyfriend returned with food, I even took a few bites of pizza, but it sat heavily in my stomach. I spent the rest of the night in a nauseous, dizzy haze, with my friends taking good care of me. They are the best and I don’t deserve them.

I don’t know why I ended up with alcohol poisoning, because I only had a few drinks, but I think I just haven’t been eating enough lately and hadn’t eaten enough beforehand. It was a super scary experience and I can guarantee I won’t be touching alcohol for a long time.

[invisible-key]

Sick in Public - part 3

This is an indirect continuation of my Sick in Public series – it can be read without reading part 1 and part 2. While the previous two parts represented a blog post Bernie has written to describe his experience with vomiting on a bus, this part is about a new character, who found inspiration in Bernie's post and tried to recreate it herself. ;)

Kinks: emetophilia, stuffing for emeto purposes

OCs: Emily (pic)

Word count: 1.7k words

Warnings: slight nsft (mentions of arousal), detailed description of vomit

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My name is Emily, and I am an emetophile.

I’ve been fascinated with puking for as long as I can remember, but only after leaving for college and getting my own room away from my family, I have found courage to experiment with self-induced vomiting.

I’ve been following the blog of this one digital artist who draws a lot of emeto and asphyxiation stuff. But occasionally he makes a post about himself vomiting irl as well. Recently, he wrote a post about his true experience of throwing up on a crowded bus and it’s given me brain rot. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The image of chunks of vomit reflecting back onto my skin as I puke on the doors of a bus was living in my brain rent-free 24/7. I was obsessed. I needed to feel it.

I’ve never had the courage to make myself vomit in public, but it’s one of my biggest fantasies. Nobody would suspect a thing. When people see a petit, innocent-looking 19-year-old girl get sick on a bus, they’re not going to assume that she is a gross degenerate who gets off on making a public mess. They are going to think she is very ill and feel sorry for her, maybe even comfort her. Something about the idea of deceiving people like this made my brain tingle.

The important question was: how do I induce nausea inconspicuously? I went to the internet to research ways to induce vomiting (this search itself made me excited to puke right now). I saw a picture of mustard dissolved in water and it kind of looked like orange juice so I figured it might be a sneaky way to make myself sick in public.

On the designated day, I took an empty 0,5 L bottle, added three teaspoons of mustard in it and filled it with water. I put on a light orange dress with a pattern of white flowers (hopefully I’ll be able to wash vomit stains off of it).

I wanted to fill up my stomach as much as possible, so I cooked a vegetable soup and forced myself to eat the whole pot. I was starting to feel a little queasy from fullness, but I didn’t give in until I swallowed the last spoonful. My belly felt heavy and tight. It became visibly round and protruded from under my dress.

After the large meal, I hopped onto a bus headed for the shopping centre. I sat at the back of the bus, away from people, so that they would not realize that the orange juice smelled like mustard. When I settled down, I opened the bottle. I took a sip and grimaced. The taste was revolting, but I tried to supress gagging because I had to remain inconspicuous.

I was only able to down half the bottle, the taste was just too much. My mouth started salivating a little and I gagged into my palm. A bit of acid came up to my mouth, but I swallowed it back down.

The bus ride took ten minutes, during which… nothing happened. I was queasy due to the gross taste, but it didn’t seem that I was going to vomit. My fantasy of feeling droplets of vomit reflect back onto my skin off the doors of a bus was not going to become a reality.

Oh well. If I’m already at the mall, I might as well buy a new summer dress.

I got off the bus and made my way towards the entrance of the mall, feeling water sloshing inside my heavy stomach. The disgusting taste lingered on my tongue, and I felt a bit queasy and lightheaded.

I entered the mall and headed for my favourite clothing store. As I was browsing dresses, I still felt nauseated, but at this point I didn’t think much of it. I became more interested in shopping than in throwing up. I found a delightful light green dress with a pattern of white flowers that I was sure would go great with my red hair, and I made my way to the changing rooms to try it on.

Suddenly, I was overcome by a shiver followed by a cold sweat.

No – no way that I’m going to vomit NOW…

But there was no mistaking the feeling as my throat tightened and my mouth filled with a large amount of saliva.

I basically threw away the dress and ran out of the store. I emerged at the central plaza of the shopping centre. In the middle of it was a small fountain surrounded by benches. I knew where the bathroom was, but I could tell that I was not going to make it there.

I stopped halfway to the fountain. I was shaking and my legs felt weak. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt a little dizzy. The time has run out. I leaned forward and put my hands on my knees.

“Egk – guuuurh – cough!”

I gagged and retched, and a small amount of brownish water came out my mouth and fell on the tiles below.

“Cough, cough…………”

I’m not vomiting that much yet, maybe I can still stop it… I tried to supress the nausea by sheer willpower, but my belly convulsed forcefully, putting pressure on my overfilled stomach, which sent a large amount of undigested soup up my oesophagus. A waterfall of puke spilled out of my mouth and splashed noisily on the tiles underneath. The puddle was light brown with visible pieces of vegetables. It didn’t look all that different from the soup I had eaten. This thought created a mental image of me eating puke, which made me shudder and immediately retch again in disgust. A small, rather chunky wave of vomit made its way to my mouth and I let it spill out. A piece of vegetable stayed lodged at the side of my tongue, tickling my throat, which stimulated my stomach to spew uncontrollably. “Uuuuuuuuurrrgh!”  – splash, splash! The intensity of this heave put tears in my eyes. I could barely catch a breath, and I was swaying on my weak legs.

I startled when I felt a hand on my arm. I flinched and looked in that direction, while I was still coughing and gagging as the aftereffect of the last wave. Through vision blurred with tears, I recognized a tall man. “Are you alight, miss?” he said in a kind and soft voice. “Let’s sit you down, okay?” He took my hand and lead me to the bench at the base of the fountain.

As soon as I sat down, saliva started filling my mouth once again. I was breathing rapidly, and my heart was pounding in my ears. I was covered in sweat, my belly muscles hurt, I was trembling with sickness, and I just wanted this to be over. I tried to breathe deeply to soothe the nausea, but it wasn’t working. My stomach contracted and more vomit shot out of my mouth, staining the bottom of my dress and splashing on the tiles underneath.

“Huuuuurk!!”

I felt the stranger’s gentle hand caressing my back as I gagged and coughed up forgotten chunks of food from the depths of my throat.

I tried to breathe deeply, for the nausea was overwhelming. There were tears in my eyes, my whole body was trembling, all I could do was breathe. Breathe in, breathe out…

I looked up at my saviour. „Th-thank you…“ I strained through my tense throat, just before a massive wave overtook me. My stomach contracted painfully, and I lurched forward, a watery projectile shooting out of my mouth. It went on for longer than I thought possible, water after water making its way out of me without a break. When it finally ended, I felt a bit dizzy. I tried to breathe, the outside world felt distant, and the only thing I sensed was the hand on my back. When I managed to catch my breath, I opened my eyes and noticed that the puddle of vomit in from of me was HUGE. I was worried that the people might suspect something… But what could they possibly suspect? Nobody is going to assume that an innocent-looking girl overate on soup and then took an emetic to make herself violently sick in a mall.

The man kept rubbing my back, which felt comforting.

“What happened to you, young miss? Why are you so sick? Should I call an ambulance?”

I shook my head dizzily. “No, i-it’s fine…”

I barely managed to finish the sentence before I coughed up another mouthful of bile. It did not shoot far so basically all of it landed on my dress.

I breathed and breathed, and then my stomach contracted again, straining heavily to get just a little bit of water out.

I breathed in and then I started to feel better. The sweet after-vomit feeling of relief washed over me and made me feel light and ecstatic. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasant feeling while the man kept rubbing my back.

When I opened my eyes, I looked down at the massive pool of vomit on the floor. I thought that this huge amount of water and all of these chunks of food came out of my stomach, and it turned me on. My panties were completely drenched, but I wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or if I had pissed myself due to all the straining. Maybe both.

I decided that I should leave before the cleaning staff shows up and starts yelling at me.

I smiled softly at the man (probably didn’t look that charming with pieces of barfed up leak lodged between my teeth). “Thank you for your help, I feel better now. I will leave now. My dad is at the parking lot, he will take me home,” I lied, because I didn’t want to inconvenience the man any longer. I got up and made my way to the exit on weak legs. When I got on the return bus, I sat next to the window and I closed my eyes. I smiled. I did not end up spewing chunks onto the bus door, but it turned into an exciting experience nonetheless.

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Disclaimer: This is a fetish story and as such meant to be fiction and not an inspiration for irl deeds. Do not try this "at home". (Also pls don't try to make that mustard emetic, I'm not sure how safe it actually is and I heard that it might not be safe for people with diabetes or a heart condition etc.)

[blackypanther9]

Damage that is hard to see – Loki x Teenage!Reader

Summary: There are things that exist, but we don't see. For example, we are not in another person's body to know if they are lying or not about their issues. Tony Stark never believed his adoptive daughter about her bodily issues. He never tried to understand, but Loki did. What the hell is going on with Destiny (Reader) ?

WARNING!: Trauma, mention of kidnapping, mention of bullying, mention of abuse in all three ways (Physical, mental and emotional), mention of disorders, self harm AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ! (This time I didn’t specify anything so it is still safe to read.)

Her name was Destiny Stark. Tony Stark’s daughter. All the Avengers were out, until one. Loki Laufeyson.

She was slightly scared of him. She saw how he acted so cold sometimes and so mean. He was never mean to her, but that was because she ran away from him most of the time. Her Father gave him the Duty to bring her to school.

School… A thing she was not fond of for many reasons.

Her Father didn’t know, but teachers and classmates bully her on a daily basis and she has gotten bodily issues since second grade. She didn’t tell her Father much of it, only when it got really bad she told him she felt sick. But to be honest, she always felt sick as soon as she woke up and had to attend to school.

As she landed in fifth grade with different classmates and teachers, was where everything got worse and it is still just as bad and she is in eighth class now. She told her Father only once or twice about it. The first time he ran with her to the doctors who said she was only imagining it and making stuff up and the second time he didn’t believe her at all.

She stopped telling him anything and if she refused strongly to go to school, she stayed home. JARVIS nor Tony could get into her room if she strongly refused to go. They had no other choices.

But now her Father was gone and Loki was her…caretaker. Today was a day where she strongly refused.

“Destiny get ready for school. You are going. If you like it or not.”, Loki said coldly.

“GO AWAY ! LEAVE ME ALONE !”, she yelled, tears near.

She held her knees tightly to herself, while dry gagging badly. She at first tried to cover her mouth with her hands, but it was fruitless, she only gagged harder. Nothing came out, because she didn’t eat nor drink anything and it was mostly silent, but she knew she couldn’t go today. It would only get worse the closer she got to school.

Suddenly he was in her room and she didn’t even notice him. He only stared at her as he saw her dry gagging horribly.

“Stop pretending to be sick.”, he growled.

Destiny had no time to shriek or even yell, because just then came a very aggressive gag up her throat. Her eyes widened and she ran to the toilet and suddenly she vomited. Out of her didn’t come much, but stomach acid.

‘No, no, no ! Stop ! Stop, please ! Stop ! Why won’t you stop ?!’

Another aggressive gag and she again puked out acid. Loki came into the bathroom and looked into the toilet. He knew then that she wasn’t pretending. He put his hand on her head and invaded her mind.

‘Stop, stop, stop ! Please stop ! No more ! It hurts ! I didn’t eat and drink anything ! Stop gagging and vomiting ! It won’t save you from school anyways ! He will drag you to Hell ! He doesn’t care, no one does ! No one understands ! Why can’t anyone understand and help me ?!’

Loki instantly left her mind and looked at her.

“It happened more than once, didn’t it ? The vomiting, the gagging… How long, Destiny ?”, Loki asked.

“S-since-“

She again gagged and vomited.

“S-second grade…am eighth now…”, she breathed out heavily.

“Does your Father know ?”

“Doesn’t believe me…”

Again she gagged and vomited stomach acid. She started to cry.

It was humiliating, painful and disgusting. She flushed the toilet but stayed over it with her head, not moving.

“Let us go to a doctor.”

“No !”, she yelled and sobbed harder.

“Why not ? This seems serious.”

“They will say that I imagine it again or something. They did it the first time and the second time my Father didn’t even believe me anymore…”, she croaked out.

Loki stared at her. This was serious.

“Why do they not believe you ?”

“Because as soon as I am somewhere else and don’t go to school this stops ! I don’t know what’s wrong with me ! I can’t stop it either ! It’s just there !”

“Why do you think it started ?”

“I don’t know. Maybe my subconsciousness just set it in as a defense mechanism.”

“For what ?”

“School… I have bullies in school. I have been bullied since first grade, just because I asked a boy to be friends. My own class teacher bullied me, others were mean and never helped me when she bullied me and the rest of my class then did the same, with also physical actions. They threw me in dirt and disabled me to catch myself on my hands or feet, making me fall on my chest and face.”

Loki just stared at her in horror and shock.

“Most of them were boys, some of them were girls and others just looked away when it happened. I had no one to turn to. I told my Mom a few times and she tried to stop it, but it just got worse. No one did anything. Then I was set back from third grade to second and I was in a decent class and got friends, but I already had these issues. They already started and I fought against them for almost two years. I was sick a lot and missing school stuff, but I TRIED.”

The God of Mischief clenched his fists. This was Tony Stark’s daughter and Tony just didn’t believe her and never tried to get to the roots of this issue ! What kind of Father is that ?! This doesn’t sound like a physical illness, it sounds like a mental one !

“At fifth grade it got worse. The class changed and the school too. So new classmates and new teachers. I was excited, my body wasn’t but I went anyway. More mature people like me, you know ? But I was wrong. They were worse. They threw insults at everything you did, insulted your looks, hurt you physically whenever they could…Most teachers looked away. And I had three to four teachers who mentally tormented me. They mocked me for barely being in school and whenever I was badly hurt, they refused to sent me home. I had some accidents in PE that required of me going home and they just didn’t care. I don’t wanna go there anymore ! I don’t feel safe !”

Loki saw her crying and he pulled her into a hug. He wasn’t a fan of hugging anyone, but she really needed one right now.

“Have you ever thought of going to a…what do you call these people you talk to and feel mostly better again ?...Psychologist ?”

Destiny shook her head wildly.

“Dad would think I’ve gone mental ! Like I would be a criminal or a killer suddenly and needed someone to talk to !”

“Child…this is a mental issue. You got mentally and emotionally scarred. That is why your body does what it does.”

“But it really isn’t that much of a big deal !”, Destiny protested.

“Kid, I know that you are adopted. Tony got custody of you as soon as your Mother died. Tell me everything. What else happened ?”

“Well…when I was younger, before Ma died and Tony adopted me…my biological Father also tormented us. He had no rights to see me and I never wanted to see him again either. He always came to our home and rang the bell like a mad man, demanding to see me. He was very…aggressive. I was scared of him. He was abusive to Mom and me too, before they parted. Tony was Mama’s best friend. He agreed to take me if something ever happens to her.”

So there WAS more to this. Loki parted from her.

“There was an incident where he even tried to kidnap me. But no one did anything besides give him a warning when we reported it. I was sometimes physically in school, but not mentally, which they all thought was funny to torment further.”, Destiny said.

“Did Stark know ?”

“Mom told him everything. He thinks I am safe here. But I am not. He doesn’t even believe me. I see him as my Dad, don’t get me wrong ! He was always there for me and the first good Father figure I ever had, but…he doesn’t make me feel safe by forcing me to go through this torture over and over again. Heck, I can’t even tell if I am really sick or if it just is this shit again !”, she yelled and pulled on her hair.

Destiny was in a lot of stress and Tony didn’t seem to know any of it.

“It also doesn’t help that it seems like I am the ONLY person on this world who suffers with this ! There is no cure ! I don’t know what to do ! I just know that my body is feeling wrong !”

Loki grabbed her hands and gently pulled them away from her hair. Poor thing was going to rip them out.

“How long has it been since you’ve eaten ?”, Loki asked.

“Not long. I ate yesterday Dinner. Because of all the gagging and vomiting I stopped eating Breakfast. For a while it worked and I was fine, but at fifth class everything got worse, more frequent and more aggressive.”

“So you eat normally ?”

“Yes.”

“Do you harm yourself ?”

“No.”

“Are you sure ?”

“I mean I don’t cut myself or anything, but…is it self destructive behavior when you pull your own eyelashes and eyebrows out ?”

Loki stared at Destiny.

“JARVIS ?”

“It can mean various things such as anxiety, obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), or trichotillomania. It is a mental disorder. And despite of wanting to stop, you can’t.”

“Fuck…”, Loki cursed.

“What are all these categories supposed to do ? I know what anxiety is, but the other two ?”, Destiny asked.

“Trichotillomania, also called hair-pulling disorder, is a mental disorder that involves recurrent, irresistible urges to pull out hair from your scalp, eyebrows or other areas of your body, despite trying to stop.”

Destiny stared into space.

“Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) is a common, chronic, and long-lasting disorder in which a person has uncontrollable, reoccurring thoughts ("obsessions") and/or behaviors ("compulsions") that he or she feels the urge to repeat over and over.”

‘This is getting serious…’, Loki thought.

Destiny teared up.

“So I am a mental case… The exact thing I never wanted to be…”

“We can’t decide such things, kid. Now let me give your Father a call.”

Destiny stared at him in fear. She didn’t want Tony to know !

“If I won’t tell him, it will only get worse. You could start pulling out your own bodily hair. You were about to rip your own hair from your scalp just a second ago. It isn’t getting better and Stark puts you under a lot of stress, which will cause you to further harm yourself.”, Loki explained.

Destiny only nodded and looked away. No going back now.

“JARVIS, call Stark and tell him it is about his daughter. It is an emergency, so he better picks up.”, Loki said.

“On it, Mr. Laufeyson.”

The TV turned on and there was the phone beeping and Tony’s profile picture. After three rings Tony picked up.

“What is it with her ? Again her pretending ?”, Tony asked slightly annoyed.

Destiny whimpered softly and Loki glared at the TV.

“Did you know that your daughter is mentally unwell ?”, Loki hissed.

There was silence on the other side for a long while.

“What ?”, he asked with shock.

“She is mentally and emotionally damaged and has mental disorders. The doctors didn’t find anything because it is a mental case, you dimwit ! She didn’t make anything up, she is mentally unwell !”, Loki yelled.

“But how ? I always take care of her and make sure that she is fine !”

“Stark you are the most stupid man in the world ! Destiny gets bullied in school and no one does anything ! She doesn’t say anything because in the past no one did anything anyways and the abuse got worse ! Then top that with a cherry that her biological Father also mentally and emotionally scarred her ! Her bodily issues are REAL, but it is MENTAL. She also has the urge to pull her own eyebrows and eyelashes out and her own damn hair ! She could have Trichotillomania for all I know ! It is a mental disorder that gives you the urge to pull your hair out anywhere ! She HARMS herself !”

The other line was dead silent.

With Stark…

He was with the rest of the Avengers. They just finished the mission and were on their way home. He turned on the speaker so everyone could hear Loki and they were in utter shock and horror.

Tony was in shock the most. He had no idea that Destiny was mentally and emotionally scarred enough to cause herself harm. He always thought that she will stay that way and everything is fine, but it wasn’t. He suddenly realized how much stress and sorrow he put her under. He covered his mouth and tears fell. Just what had he done ?

“We’ll be home in a little bit. Keep her home. I’ll be there soon.”, Tony said and then hung up.

“Tony…”

“No ! I have to go NOW !”

Tony went into his Iron Man suit and then jumped out of the jet, blasting off and dashing back home. He should have known…

With Destiny and Loki…

Destiny was very scared now.

“He will yell at me…”, she whimpered.

Loki turned to her.

“He won’t.”, Loki replied.

“He will ! He always does when he does that !”, she yelled.

She gripped her hair again and started to pull on it. Loki rushed over, but it was too late this time. She pulled and had a few chunks of hair in her hand.

“He always does ! He always does ! He’ll yell ! He’ll yell !”, she screamed.

Loki held her hands and made her look at him.

“He won’t.”, he assured her calmly.

“Trust me. He won’t yell at you. I won’t allow it.”

“I’M SORRY ! I’m such a lost cause !”, Destiny yelled, sobbing.

Loki pulled her close to himself.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. Calm down. Nothing bad will happen.”

Then the doors opened and Tony came running in.

“Loki, where is she ?!”, he yelled at him.

“You better lower your voice this instant, Stark. She is already in a blind panic.”, Loki hissed.

Tony looked at him and then saw his daughter clinging to Loki with fear. She stared at him with fear. Tony felt horrible. Of course…he yelled at her a lot when she started to act up again.

“Dest, I’m not going to yell at you. Tell me what you want me to do.”, Tony told her calmly.

She didn’t say anything, just sobbed and clung to Loki.

“I want you to make it all stop. I don’t want to be a mental case !”, she yelled.

Tony stared at her in worry and guilt.

“How long has this been going on ?”, Tony asked.

“Since fifth grade.”, she said.

“So the eyebrows are just drawn on and the eyelashes are fake ?”

She nodded.

“Show me.”, he said softly.

Destiny shook her head wildly.

“NO !”

“Hey, hey…it’s okay. I just want to see how bad it already got, Dest. I will not yell.”, Tony soothed.

Loki summoned a cloth for her to wipe away the drawn on eyebrows and to remove the fake eyelashes. She hesitated, but then took it and wiped it all away and took off the eyelashes. Tony was in horror and Loki was speechless from shock.

There was almost NOTHING left of any of these two important things ! Then Tony noticed the two chunks of pulled hair on the floor.

“Loki tell me this is YOUR hair.”, Tony said in worry.

“I was too late to stop her from pulling her hair out.”, Loki softly informed.

Tony covered his mouth in shock. Destiny started to panic, thinking he will yell now. She started to cry.

“I’M SORRY !”, she screamed.

Loki quickly hugged her and she hid her face in his stomach, crying without an end in near sight.

“I had no idea…”, Tony mumbled.

“Nor did I. I just asked her and got to the roots of this whole issue.”

The whole day was spent on Destiny to calm her down and sooth her. Tony made appointments by doctors and a psychologist. Let us all hope it can help her in some way.

End ?

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[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

Pairing: Demon Lloyd Hansen/ Reader

Summary: Going to hang out with your friends on Halloween but what ends up happening is anything but normal.

Word Count: 3,448

Warnings: Smut,rough sex, sex with a demon, dub con (reader consents but is initially wary) use of pet names, Dom/sub vibes,P in V, Oral Sex (female receiving), swearing,blood,gore, violence, Demon Lloyd Hansen (he’s a warning ok)

Thank you to @jessybarnes my Tumblr bestie for the wonderful bingo card,@firefly-graphics for the consent divider and @saradika for the wonderful dividers and reblog dividers.

(Sorry this is WAY after October but I plan to upload more from this bingo board for Do It Up December. Also all mistakes are mine and mine alone google docs can only fix so much lol)

After working you wanted nothing more than to get home, put on your softest pj's and watch something and crash, hard. But your friends had planned a sort of Halloween thing and you were practically forced to go, sighing you sent your friends a text letting them know you wanted to change and grab some snacks before heading over. Putting down your phone you made your way to the bedroom and changed into what you called “lazy” clothes, a simple pair of leggings and a t-shirt. Heading back out you grab the snacks you purchased a few days ago and bagged them before grabbing your phone and purse just in case and locking the door behind you. Walking the short distance to your friends house you had no idea it would be the last time things would ever be the same.

Walking up to your friend's house you frowned seeing no lights on “The hell?” taking out your phone you notice your original message was never opened, banging on the door you sigh “Hey this isn’t funny! Open the damn door! Bunch of morons….” Sighing, you slide your phone into your back pocket and glance around, finding the “special” rock you slide a key out from under it and open the front door. Walking in you glance around “Guys? If you're planning on scaring me I’m going to leave!”

Mumbling to yourself you walk further into the room, frowning you trip over something and stumble falling to the floor “What the hell” Your pants feel wet and your frown increases, moving to stand your hand slips on something. Turning on a nearby lamp a scream slides out of your mouth as you finally take in the scene around you, all your friends are dead laying lifeless and mutilated on the floor. Scrambling to get up all you end up doing is covering yourself in their blood and some vicera, fighting the urge to gag you manage to press into a corner.

Standing shakily you realize you were in a giant pentagram “The fuck happened here?!?!” Suddenly you hear a low chuckle and a voice “Well you see Sunshine you fuck around with things you don’t understand and well shit happens” Eyes wide you turn towards where the voice came from seeing nothing but darkness, swallowing hard you look at your hand seeing it covered in blood. “Aww first time seeing this much blood Sunshine? Good thing you weren’t here for the real fun….it got even messier”

Shaking your head you eye the door and hear someone clicking their tongue “I wouldn’t recommend that Sunshine, would really hate to kill you for something silly” Swallowing you shiver slightly “Well I would rather not stay uh here…pretty sure I’m going to puke” You hear velvety laughing making you shiver again “How about we talk about things somewhere less likely to make you throw up? Because we have a lot to discuss Sunshine” Mutely nodding you close your eyes and feel a hot breeze.

“Go on Sunshine, open those pretty eyes, you're safe for now” Slowly you open your eyes and see your back at your place frowning,you glance around seeing nobody “Uh thanks? Where are you?” More laughter this time much closer, turning quickly you see nobody. “Now the question Sunshine is, do you want to see the real me or the form I use the most?” Swallowing you, think for a second “Can I see your real form?” You can almost feel him smirk as he answers “Sure Sunshine if you think your pretty little head can handle it”

Nodding knowing he will see it you clear your throat before answering slightly annoyed “I wouldn’t have asked if I couldn’t handle it” This time the laugh sounds darker and almost sinister “You always such a spitfire Sunshine? Most of the times when people act like that with me it doesn’t go well, kind of like your friends, but you I don’t mind it. Does that mean I’ll keep liking it? Who knows” Again you can almost feel him at you neck smirking, goosebumps form on your skin as you wait for whatever is going to come next.

Suddenly the air feels charged, almost electric and it makes you want to close your eyes again and huddle into the corner. But you don’t do either, keeping your eyes focused to where you think the voice is coming from you slowly see a figure moving. The darkness manages to keep him well hidden until he steps out, the first thing you notice is the legs. Long and lean but muscular you frown slightly until you see the hooves, your eyes widen and he grins stepping out more. His torso is the same as his legs lean but muscular, thick arms and even larger hands draw your attention.

You’re both fascinated and horrified at the same time, you hear him chuckle drawing your attention back to his face. You would have gasped if you had any air in your lungs, his chest was broad and wide but not comically so. His face is what had you speechless, he was handsome and it made you imagine some sort of greek statue of one of the gods. His short black hair was meticulously groomed along with the mustache, taking another look you realized there were horns on the top of his head.

“Well this has got to be a first Sunshine, normally this is the point where people beg, plead, and offer whatever they have for me to leave and right now you're eyeing me like I’m the last piece of pie” You swallow and notice a tail moving behind him, sitting up you lean to get a better look making him laugh again “All you have to do is ask Sunshine, I don’t bite well not yet at least” He winks at you and you find yourself blushing at it, turning his tail flicks out almost annoyed. Then you notice the wings and you find yourself suddenly up and moving closer to him.

“Well aren’t you just a fascinating person Sunshine, well go on and get a good look if it will sate your curiosity” Licking your lips you are almost touching him, the heat radiating off of him is almost too much and yet not enough, reaching your hand out you gently touch his arm. The skin is soft, softer than it looks and your hands move to touch his horns. They feel just like how horns should, frowning as you move to his wings touching them almost cautiously. “Don’t be getting shy on me now Sunshine”

You nod slightly and gently stroke the wing, you hear him make a noise and you look at him with a blush creeping up on your face. He winks at you and you quickly turn away from him and lightly touch where his tail connects to him, and you swear you hear him groan “Sunshine I get your curious but better what what your touching” Pulling your hand away quickly you find yourself apologizing “Uh sorry….I don’t know how to ask this nicely so I’m just going to ask, what are you?”

He smiles and gently takes your hand kissing the top of it. “Some call me Lloyd, well the ones I like do” You nod “And the ones you don’t like?” He grins and you see the sharp canine teeth “Oh they don’t get to talk Sunshine and trust me when I say you would rather have me like you” You nod knowing he’s right “And for what I am, well I’m a demon. Your little friends were playing with a Ouija board thinking they were having a good time, well they did until they didn’t. See, messing with something like that is already stupid but messing with one and thinking you know what you’re doing well it gets you killed.”

You nod knowing that it was a dumb idea to play with anything that “opened” doors “That explains you but what happened to my friends?” Lloyd grins again “Oh they thought they could control me, guess they figured out real fast that wasn’t happening. And I don’t take too well to being controlled so I killed them” You should feel upset, mad, hell even sad but they got what they deserved. Who in the hell thinks they can control an ACTUAL demon? You look at him suddenly “Uh why haven’t you killed me then?”

Lloyd moves closer to you, almost touching but not quite, you could smell what smelled like a very expensive cologne and it made you want to press closer to him, nuzzle into his neck. Shaking your head slightly you look at him and see his smug smirk “Well you see Sunshine I came here because of you, these idiots happened to just be here.” You look up at him confused “Me? I don’t understand” Again Lloyd moved closer now touching you ever so slightly “Oh Sunshine have you forgotten already?”

“You’ve played with a Ouija board yourself a time or two haven’t you? But unlike these idiots you actually know what you're doing with one, and I have been watching you for such a very long time and I figured it was time to pay you a proper visit. And what a better time than Halloween when the veil is at its most thin, so here I am and here you are.” Suddenly you remember playing on a Ouija board as a little girl having the best time, and then once again as a party trick in college. 

“Ahh she finally remembers! Little did you know you summoned me Sunshine and now that I’m here I have some ideas about what we can do” The last part makes you shiver, your body reacting and you close your eyes to try and collect yourself. “And what are your ideas?” You cringe slightly hearing how breathy your voice sounds, there was no way you were getting turned on by a demon who had literally just murdered your friends. Lloyd laughs this time a full laugh and if it doesn’t make you clench and your pretty sure he knows it “See I knew you would be receptive to this Sunshine”

“And for the record my ideas are exactly what you think they are, I have  been waiting for this moment for years and after the long wait I can’t find myself wanting to be patient any more” You should move away from him but you instead move closer “Stop making me do this!” You feel Lloyds hand move through your hair “Oh Sunshine I’m not doing anything to you … well not yet at least, this is all you for the moment and I suggest just enjoying it. Now let’s take this somewhere more comfortable” You close your eyes and feel a thumb tracing your lips opening your mouth slightly. You take the thumb into your mouth and suck on it gently.

“So eager aren’t you Sunshine, but I need a taste first, it's only fair after such a long time waiting for you” You have no time to react,and suddenly you're thrown onto your bed and staring up at the ceiling and a hand pulling off your pants and panties. You can feel him looking at you and you feel the urge to squirm, your shirt is suddenly off and you're now totally bare. Grinning Lloyd looks you over and licks his lips “Well so far this has been worth the wait Sunshine, now I suggest you stay still wouldn’t want to accidentally hit something. Would hate for you to bleed out or die”

You nod and it seems like an eternity until you feel him touching you, he runs his hands up your legs and you feel one his claws gently tracing a pattern. Moving higher up he spreads your legs open and you let out a soft whimper but he hears it smirking “Well look at this, someone is excited to have a demon defile her, I knew you were worth the wait Sunshine” You feel his mouth suddenly at your core and you tense before you feel the first lick at your folds,almost hesitant as if testing you, gasping you realize his tongue is forked and you have the urge to want to feel it deep inside of you.

“Oh I intend to Sunshine no worries just lay there and behave like a good girl and maybe we can both enjoy this'' Giving you no warning he begins to eat you out like a starving man at a buffet, you try your hardest to no succeed in enjoying it but it's been too long and it feels too good and soon enough you find yourself moaning and grinding into his needy mouth. Lloyd smirks and takes your clit into his mouth sucking hard as his forked tongue licks and laps at every spot it can. You try your hardest to stay and not enjoy this but your body is telling a different story “Mmm Sunshine I can feel you clenching around me”

You blush trying to shake your head but you know he’s right, a low needy whimper slides out of your throat making him chuckle his tongue moving deeper. Your eyes close and you arch again sweat pools on your forehead as you're ravished by his sinful tongue and mouth, his mustache rubs against your walls sends a jolt into your very core. You feel the coil tightening and soon you hear yourself begging him to let you cum “Please….” the word tumbles out of your mouth, shaky and hoarse. One of his clawed hands grip your hips harder, puncturing the skin but you're too far gone to notice or care.

“Oh Sunshine you taste divine and the begging well I’m almost tempted to let you cum just because it was so good, but we have lots of time and I want to explore you fully” Letting his tongue continue to lap at your juices he looks up at you, and you moan seeing his mustache wet with your arousal. Large fat tears roll down your face as all the sensations become too much “Need to cum! Please!” Lloyd looks at you and strokes your cheek smirking “Aww Sunshine is it too much for you? Let me help you” Your gaze moves down to see his thick hard cock nudging your core, your eyes widen and a sliver of panic sets in “That will not fit!” Lloyd laughs and smirks “I appreciate the compliment but it will I’ll make sure of it Sunshine”

You feel him thick and hot pushing harder and you find yourself opening your legs wider for him, your hand moving to your clit rubbing it as you moan loudly “Fuck Sunshine look at you going to make  you mine, well you were already mine this seals the deal” Gripping your hips you feel him slam into you fully taking the breath from your lungs, the stretch brings tears to your eyes but that soon give way to unrivaled pleasure. As he thrusts into you, your eyes close and your hips grind into him pushing him deeper “Oh god, I’m so close!” Leaning down to look at you he smirks but there is another look within his eyes but your too far gone to appreciate it “I’m going to fill you up Sunshine and you’ll never be alone again I swear it”

His thrusts become more and more erratic as he slams into you, your body bouncing as his hand continues to grip your hips, his free hand rubs your clit and you almost scream his name “Can I cum please? Please please please!” Lloyd grunts with each thrust and chuckles “How can I deny you when you ask you pretty Sunshine, go on and coat my cock and I’ll fill you up nice and full. You nod and feel him thrusting faster and harder, his hand rubs your clit faster and the coil inside of you snaps, with a loud moan you shout his name as your orgasm crashes into you. You can vaguely feel him throb and twitch as he buries himself deep, pulling you up he kisses you hard and you can taste yourself in his mouth. He smirks and his voice is low, almost a growl as whispers into your ear “You’re mine Sunshine forever” You feel his claw like nails moving along your skin leaving hot angry scratches behind making you whimper softly.

Lloyd grins and bites down on your lower lip as you hear him growl, his cock jerks hard and he explodes and ropes of his thick seed pump into you. You can feel every bit of it being pumped into you and you find yourself moaning loudly, black spots fill your vision as you finally accept this. Wrapping your legs around him, he smirks and holds you close to him as he continues to thrust and fill you. Your eyes drift close and you hear him laugh “Aww wore you out Sunshine? Get some sleep I’ll make sure you're nice and full” You sag into him feeling him continuing to pound into you.

Waking after what seems like hours, you feel someone stroking your hair.. Groaning softly you press into a warm body and your eyes shoot open and you glance around trying to get your bearings, hearing a soft chuckle you look at the man stroking your hair “About time you woke up Sunshine, I thought maybe I had actually broken you” You glance at him and talk but your voice is raspy and hoarse from moaning “Lloyd?” He smirks and nods “The one and only Sunshine, and now you’ve seen both my forms. This one is less fun but also less likely to have a mob on my hands” Looking him over he looked almost the same, minus the horns,tail and cloven hooves you almost liked this form better.

“I’m wounded Sunshine and here I thought you loved my horns and tail, now shall we discuss things?” You nod slowly, your body feels like a semi ran over it then backed over it about a hundred times “Alright uh what things are we discussing?” Lloyd smirks and you catch the faintest glimpse of fang “Your marriage arrangement to myself of course” Your eyes widen and you're suddenly very much awake “My whatnow?!” Laughing Lloyd looks at you and the room feels suddenly smaller and darker a chill moving through your body “Aww Sunshine you’re breaking my demonic heart here, see little did you know that when you played with those Ouija boards you had actually made a vow to me that one day you would be mine, and well here we are.”

You look at him shocked. “What?” Lloyd strokes your cheek and smiles “See should have been paying better attention Sunshine, see when you were graciously giving me orgasm after orgasm I was reciting what comes down to a marriage pact and when you were moaning my name and calling me god that is what sealed the literal deal. Don’t deny that you wanted this Sunshine, some darker part of you did, your life was nothing and at least now you have me. Besides, the only way out of this is if I break the contract but we both know we don’t want that.” You stare at him before realizing his words are true, you did want this well not this exactly but you wanted more.

“So what happens now?” Lloyd grins and places a kiss on your bare shoulder trailing a long jagged scratch with a smirk. “Well Sunshine I stay here with you, and after 3 months when the wedding happens you get to come with me forever” You swallow hard and he kisses your cheek whispering softly “I can feel your tension from here Sunshine but you’ll fit into your role, I have no doubt about that. Now you relax and let me take care of you” You nod slowly letting everything sink in, realizing that things were definitely different … and you hoped that you could handle it.