#I’m tired of being uncomfortably swollen and bloated all the time

[sashi-ya]

A WHITE RELIEF hoshina soshiro x f! subordinate & wife reader. lactation kink

⋆ requested by anonymous: SASHIII!! hoshina w a lactation kink for his fem!subordinate reader!!! ⋆ mdni. explicit smut. lactation kink. pregnancy and baby mentioned (duh). vag sex. ⋆ wc: 1.2k // event masterlist

You came back too fast; that’s what Soshiro said. After carrying a new creature inside of your womb, and taking care of them for enough time, it was time to come back to the Japanese Anti Kaiju Defence Force… and not even him, your superior, could stop you from doing so.

“I told you not to come back that early, how’s (baby name)?” Soshiro scolds you, once again, and for the tenth time today since you woke up.

“(Baby name) is fine, don’t be silly. I needed to come back to keep them safe. Plus… I missed you” you purr, hand sliding up his neck, fixing the collar of his jacket.

You are vice-captain Hoshina’s weakness; a single touch and he feels his legs fainting. A single touch and he swears is not that early to have a new baby.

“Don’t- don’t play your dirty tricks on me, (Name)… I’m not gonna fall for that sweet touch of yours…” he jokes, planting a kiss on your forehead as he walks away still a little troubled with your decision. Now, he really understands General Shinomiya; having his lover on the line and being away from a new piece of himself felt… painful, to say the least, stressful.

You giggled, tying your hair up, ready for a so needed training day back with your nakama… however, calm and peace wouldn’t last forever as very soon the Kaiju alert reverberated all around Tachikawa base.

An intense operation took place near Tokyo, it even required Captain Mina to fire his cannon to blow a giant daikaiju dead. And, as intense, it turned out to be long and tiring…

You ruffle your hair and brush your suit; dust from debris and rubble fell on you but it doesn’t really bother you. However, the thing that is annoying you the most is probably how tense and swollen your chest begins to feel. You really didn’t feel it during the fight, yet, as the time passed, your breasts were full and packed of milk that should had been pumped before.

“You good? Any injuries?” Soshiro comes your way, asking you for the third time in 10 minutes.

“I’m good. You, however, don’t look good at all” you mutter, cleaning a little trail of blood from the commissure of his lips. “Could you be a little bit more careful, dear husband?”

He nods; he is aware he should be a little bit more careful now that he is in charge of caring for you and your new little bundle of joy.

Both walk back one of the vans, tired, exhausted. And, you, in particular, uncomfortable, swollen. You really don’t wanna show him you are feeling this way; that would only prove him right in some way. Having the little time to pump your milk out, this wouldn’t have happened...

“What is it? What is hurting?” he asks, bending forward as he sits on the back of the van.

You look away from him; how is he able to tell? You haven’t shown a single hint of your discomfort… guess soulmates just know.

“Nothing is hurting; I’m just a little bit uncomfortable… I haven’t had the time to use my pump” you confess, it’d be stupid to lie.

Soshiro takes his hands to his face; massaging his temples he sighs.

Before he could say “I told you so” you stop him with a bunch of reasons why it is worth it to come back despite this “little non important things”

But vice-captain Hoshina, far from scolding you, took the time to think of a better outcome of the situation. And, instead of making a big fuss about it, he simply stood up, closed the van’s back doors and stood right before you.

“What-?” you ask, confused. “Open; I will help you” he words, sounding more like an order than a simple request.

“What are you-?”

“Open”

You do as he says, lowering down the zipper of your anti kaiju -pretty worn out- suit. Immediately after, the pressure of your bloated breasts protruded out of the suit.

Soshiro, gloating at the view, takes a very deep breath; he needs to stop himself from pouncing on your chest and instead be able to grab them with utmost delicacy.

He does, feeling them heavier than his hands remembered from this morning.

“God, how long has it been?” he asks, massaging ever so softly on the sides of both of your breasts.

He comes closer, placing a sweet kiss on top of each one. His fingers sliding down each of your nipples. Like little clamps, index and thumb press on them, allowing some drops to pop from each one.

You flinch just a little; too swollen to use his fingers, it feels like nothing will be able to make the milk flow.

Nothing but his lips…

“May I?” he whispers, already hard and desperate to taste the subtle sugary flavour of your white delight.

Your cheeks on fire, your eyes shut down. Your lips pursed, biting the inside of your mouth… “Do it…” you mourn.

“Heh…” he smirks, eyes this time opened, fixed on yours. Soshiro uses the tip of his tongue to flicker the hardened surface of one of your nipples.

You tremble to his touch; it’s been long enough since he did this. What before it was only exclusive to his kid, to innocence and pure love and nurturing, is now his… this time in such a different, lewd, addictive demeanour.

His lips surround the swollen protrusion, sucking after with perfect technique; it is not painful. It is absolutely delicious.

And delicious is also the elixir that starts filling his mouth. Pristine, like infused in honey, pooling into his tongue.

To much at once, it finally flows and alleviates the pressure. And it overflows your lover’s mouth, dripping down the commissures of his mouth. What once had traces of dried blood from the battle, now has been washed by nurturing liquid.

Oh, and the pressure has now travelled down your body, until your core. But specially his. The suit is killing him, stroking his erection like a jail built by Izumo tecs.

You notice his trapped bulge, and you act in consequence. As your hand strokes his purple hair back, the free one let the zipper of his suit fall down his lean body.

“Than-f-k youf-“ he utters, in between sucking and swallowing.

“Fuck me while you drink from it, would you?” you ask, completely desperate as him. You had forgotten for some months what his lips on your nipples felt like.

Soshiro felt there was no need to ask for such thing, as he sat back on the seats to receive you on his lap.

You let your suit off, unlocking it fully from your body. Still tangled on one of your ankles, you don’t mind and immediately hop on him.

His dick; oozing desperate transparency, lays proud and ready to bury inside you.

No time should be wasted, and in a matter of seconds you let your body flop on him, allowing deep penetration that makes it difficult to keep quiet. Your breasts bounce as you start humping on him, this time dripping white that Soshiro easily traps with his mouth. A mess of sweat, milk and desire spills everywhere. Cumming hard as he keeps deliciously sucking everything out of you, while you milk him in your own way… maybe it wasn’t that early to try for another baby, right?

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Idk if you’ve done pregnant grumpy!reader x sunshine!steve yet buuuut Steve trying to make reader feel better bc she’s getting supper irritated at him super quickly

You were everything you hated being.

Too hot, too tired, too hungry, too bloated. Your body was changing and becoming more uncomfortable, five months pregnant and growing by the day. It didn’t help that it was summer in Indiana, a heatwave that you knew would eventually come, but you still weren’t prepared for the heat - especially now your swimming suit didn’t fit.

“Honey?” Steve’s tone was soft and cajoling, his expression wary as he approached with a bowl of watermelon cubes as an offering.

You’d been snappy all day, unfairly so considering the boy hadn’t done anything to deserve it, apart from helping to put you in your current state. You’d had a lot of fun trying and you’d cried tears of absolute joy in Steve’s lap at the sight of those two pink lines, but your feet were swollen and your tummy poked out the top of your shorts.

You ignored the fruit, slouching further into the couch instead, your expression morose. “I look like Winnie the Pooh,” you cried woefully. You prodded gently at your round tummy, your belly button that stuck out more than ever. “Look at it.”

Steve tried to hide his grin, a cough covering his laugh and a fist over his mouth. You glared at him on warning as he dropped to the floor beside the sofa, placing the bowl in your lap and a warm hand on your thigh.

“I am,” he told you, palm travelling up and over to cup the top of your bump, his eyes turning soft as he gazed at it. He leaned in to nudge his nose against your tummy. “I look at it every day, y’know.”

Normally such sweetness would be rewarded with a kiss or some kind of other affection, but your skin was sticky with sweat and after specifically asking for watermelon, baby had decided she really didn’t want it anymore. Your eyes watered and you sniffed, bottom lip trembling.

“Uh-oh,” Steve said easily, not as panicked by your tears as he used to be. The hormones had turned you into a human fountain, for any and all emotion. “What’s the damage? A kick to the ribs? Sore feet? A burst pipe?” Steve cradled your belly with two big hands and he peered at it accusingly. “What’re you doing to your mom, you gremlin?”

You laughed unexpectedly, a watery hiccuping that made Steve beam at you. You dashed away the tears at your lash line and snugged again, simultaneously feeling better and stupid. “She’s not a gremlin,” you protested, “she’s just making me turn crazy.” You brought a hand to your boyfriends cheek, day old stubble scratching at your palm and you rubbed a thumb over his jaw adoringly.

“You’re not crazy,” Steve insisted softly. “You’re pregnant, honey.”

You smiled, still a little watery. “Isn’t it the same thing?”

Steve huffed out a laugh and turned his head to kiss your hand. “Maybe,” he conceded. Another kiss, this time on the inside of your wrist. “You okay?”

You nodded, suddenly exhausted. You let your shoulders droop, your head falling back into the couch cushions as the heat of the afternoon settled into a sticky warmth over your skin. “Tired,” you said and Steve knew that, could hear you getting up and down through then night to pee, then in the kitchen for more water, a vicious cycle. “But m’too warm, just uncomfortable.”

Steve pouted sympathetically, hands travelling down your sides, over your hips, squeezing affectionately. His touch made your lashes flutter.

“I’m sorry,” you added, your voice small and soft. You looked like you were about to cry again. “Didn’t mean to be a bitch.”

Steve tutted away your apology, leaning carefully over your belly to kiss your lips, one peck that turned onto two, three, until he was pressing his mouth to your cheeks, your nose, your chin. “Don’t gotta apologise, baby, I know it’s hard.” He hummed against you, one lazy, slow last kiss that felt like the summer heatwave. “How ‘bout a cool shower, then a movie? I’ll let you use me as a pillow.”

You closed your eyes in bliss at the suggestion, nodding gratefully. When you opened them again, Steve was holding a piece of watermelon for you, brows raised.

You made a face, feeling awfully guilty even as your stomach turned over in protest. “Baby decided we don’t want watermelon anymore.”

Steve gasped, overly dramatic. “God, she really is a gremlin—”

“Steven.”

“What?” The boy grinned before he popped a cube of fruit into his mouth. “You’re lucky I like watermelon,” he tried to sound mean about it, but he failed miserably when he leaned back over to smack a kiss to your cheek. “And you… and you,” he conceded, one final kiss to the top of your bump.

[moms-r-us]

Saying hello to month 9🥲🅿️🤍💙

If I have to be honest, this journey has been one amazing, yet emotional rollercoaster ride for me. I have gotten to the point of being uncomfortable and just ready to POP. I’m going to take my time and write down how I felt, and what I went through from month to month, up until this point.

Month 1.

More like let’s skip to the next month because I didn’t even know at this point that I was actually pregnant.

Month 2.

Pheeww🥲😅. A lot of emotions , yeah? My highlights of this month had to be wondering if I was actually pregnant, or if it was just an ectopic pregnancy? The wait was draining.

Month 3.

Sickness, sickness and more “morning” sickness. Don’t let the word “morning sickness” trick you ladies. It can happen at anytime! Can you imagine the torture of having to vomit water? Even doing something involuntary like breathing felt like torture 😂 like what? Am I allergic to the air now?

Month 4.

Still more vomiting, tiredness, a lot of mixed emotions. I started getting to the point of feeling isolated from most things. I felt like I actually lost myself and that I had no support system. I began keeping to myself, deleting all socials because I couldn’t stand the “embarrassment” of being a young mom, especially ME. I kept telling myself that the world would be disappointed in me because I should’ve known better, I mean, I am smart for this, right ? LOL. as if the world even cares, as if the world does anything for me? Girl please.

Month 5.

First bump. 🥰 such an emotional experience. From having a flat stomach and “what waist” ??? To looking bloated AF🥲😂 I still believe I looked cute. This month has to be the month where I had a mini pep talk with myself to “stop giving a fu*k”. This is the month where the few people who are close to me, found out about my pregnancy. I didn’t want to keep it a secret anymore, because seeing the bump made me realise how real things were getting. Yes, I still had A LOT of emotional days where I would cry myself to sleep and feel like I “lost myself” but after a few hours I’d be ok. (Maybe thanks to food as well) also, why am I forgetting so much ????? Am I sharing a brain 🧠😭?

Month 6.

Two brains in my body but I’ve never felt so dumb? Wasssss going on 😂😭? Why am I in the kitchen ?

Bigger bump and baby kicks 🥹🥹🥹🥹. How beautiful? Once you feel those movements and those kicks, everything seems to stop. You start appreciating life, you start realising how amazing the gift of nurturing a life inside of you is. You immediately become in awe 🫢 of how beautiful nature is? The gift of life ? It’s as if your baby can literally feel everything that you feel. When you’re having a day filled with tears and worry, and he/she starts moving like crazy, as if they’re trying to reassure you that everything will be okay.

Month 7.

Okay , I’m getting a bit tired now😭 I’m gaining wayyyy to quick? Stretch marks? Swollen feet? Can’t sleep? Everything hurts? Oh and the cherry on top, my baby just has to treat my bladder like a soccer ball 😭😂 but it’s the “joys” of pregnancy, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

Month 8.

Prepping for the nursery , baby shopping , still gaining, tired as ****, can’t wait for baby’s arrival , tired again, ready to really pop now because I AMMM TIREDDDD 😭😭😭 someone tell me why he’s kicking my ribs? Punching my bladder ? Come on😭 my feet are also on fire, send help.

Month 9.

At this point I just want my baby here. 🙂 please ? Please.

This pretty much sums it all up!

[sadpretty-blog-blog]

my body is so uncomfortable to exist in right now. even though mentally i know i’m okay and my body is doing what it’s supposed to be doing, physically i feel that something is not the way it usually is and it’s so uncomfortable. i feel like i have a balloon in my stomach but not how i usually feel bloated because i know how to make that feeling go away overnight but i have no idea how long this will last and its so frustrating it makes me actually want to cry. especially because i have a break from work this week and i can’t even enjoy it and it’s summertime but i want to stay inside in the air conditioning so i can wear baggy clothes and no one can look at me. i feel like i still look pregnant even though i know there’s no way i am. even when the bleeding and the cramping stops there’s no way of knowing when i will feel normal and my cycle will re regulate and i can at least have an idea of when i’ll be feeling like what. but now it’s so unpredictable i feel like i’m in 15 different bodies throughout the day because the pain and discomfort fluctuates so much. but the bloating doesn’t go away my stomach is just a ball all the time. and it makes me feel so fucking bad about myself i feel so heavy inside and so tired i feel like i want to take a bottle brush and scrub out my insides so i can feel lighter and fresher. i feel like my insides are dirty right now. like there’s an inch thick filth lining every inch of my body on the inside. and i am so tired of bleeding i don’t think i’ve ever had a period where i bleed this much. i think i’ve had more blood in the past 4 days than i normally do over two whole periods. i know it’s very normal it just feels uncomfortable and i want it to stop because i don’t like knowing there was that much inside of me to begin with. but i guess i’d rather it get out of my body i want everything out of me i feel so heavy and sludgy. 

i am also so frustrated because i know emotionally i’d feel fine if i didn’t feel this way physically. the relief i felt friday night was so gorgeous i wish i could feel that good all the time. i think i had a smile on my face while sitting on the couch all alone just feeling grateful that it was over, not realizing i still had days of discomfort ahead of me. i feel so frustrated by how disgusting i feel. i wanna feel skinny and pretty and sexy. and vic makes me feel so pretty because i know he genuinely believes it but i don’t feel pretty i feel fat and lardy and thick and like i look like i let myself go. which makes me want to sob hysterically because i care so much about how my body looks but i feel so out of control. 

i think that’s the problem i feel very out of control. i can’t just drink a laxative and have a flat stomach tomorrow. i cant wear whatever tight clothes i want because they aren’t fitting me right. it doesn’t matter if i wake up early or drink 3 caffeinated drinks in 1 day because i will still be exhausted. it doesn’t matter if my hair and makeup look so good because right in the middle of my body i feel swollen and misshapen and so so wrong. maybe this was what i needed to really regain self control and push myself farther than i ever have before once it’s over. maybe if i start now i can get a head start. i don’t need to eat food to feel better emotionally. it only ends up hurting me in the long run when i hate my reflection and i want to tear all my clothes to shreds and not let another living being look at me. i need to only eat when i am actually hungry and stop eating when i’m satiated and not so stuffed that i don’t want to move. and i need to fucking wake up early and move my body and do things and get out of the house so i can burn calories and stop sitting on the fucking couch. i don’t deserve to sit on the couch or eat garbage anymore i don’t do anything to deserve it. maybe i deserve the couch for a few more days until i feel good but i don’t need to be eating snacks or sugar or sodium or carbs or anything i will regret or anything that will cause more and more bloating. i need self control again. i need to be in control of myself and my body. it’s up to me what i look like and how i feel and i think i forget that. i don’t like how i look in the mirror and i guess i feel like it’s not my fault or like there’s some invisible force making me look the way i do. but there is nothing and no one in control over myself but me. i need to take control. i am taking control over myself right now. 

[nubs-mbee]

Time to overshare onliiiiiiiiine! 🎶

I got my blood test back!! I do have a few levels that aren’t right, bilirubin (to be expected! I’ve got Gilbert’s syndrome so that’s normal), insufficient vitamin d (lol), aaaaand then a few things that indicate kidney disease or a possible kidney infection. Which the kidney disease would explain the infrequent kidney pain I’ve been having for… like a decade…. But I’m a little 🤔 about the results, because being dehydration can also cause those results. But I drank a lot of water the day before and the day of to make sure I *wouldnt* be dehydrated and could actually pee for my urine test lol. So I don’t think it makes sense for me to be dehydrated! And if I am, why tf is this water not hydrating me? That doesn’t really make sense. So idk! But I’ve gotten some answers for once so that’s definitely a step in the right direction : D

[vivswords]

a caretaker having an s/o who gets bratty when they’re too full, and soothing them and massaging their tummy no matter how bratty they get

A being the s/o and B being the caretaker.

A and B had gone over to a thanksgiving dinner with all of their close friends.

They were both incredibly exited for it, considering it would be their second thanksgiving as a couple, and they would get to be thankful for one more year in each other’s company, and with each other’s love.

Both A and B had an amazing time from the start, chatting with their best friends and drinking heavily before dinner had even started. Now when they all sat down to eat, A was so exited for another thanksgiving with their love, that they ate plate after plate after plate after plate. Never taking enough time to consider if they were too full to eat the next serving. The dinner hosts were delighted with A eating so much, and enjoying it, that they didn’t say anything when A filled up their 7th full plate, and ate it without a second thought. Or when A stood up and walked towards the dessert table and cutting a big fat piece of pie. And then another. And then another.

B on the other hand, had eaten two plates of food and half a piece of dessert as they took small sips of their champagne.

B watched as their significant other ate and ate and ate, and they were amused for a while, glad that they were enjoying themselves so much, but started worrying after the 5th plate. There was no way A could eat so much without being sick later, and they knew how embarrassed and down they’d be if the entire party saw them get sick.

B started saying their goodbyes around midnight, claiming that their significant other was too drunk and that they needed to go home. A of course, didn’t want to leave. They were slumped over a couch, half asleep, holding a hand over their swelled belly. A thin line of sweat shining on their forehead.

“Come on, A, let’s go. You clearly don’t feel well.” B said, sitting down next to A and placing a hand on their shoulder.

A slapped the hand away, “I feel fine”

B rolled their eyes and pulled A to their feet, forcing them to walk. Or stumble, more like it. A pouted and complained, but made it to the car. B put on A’s seatbelt and then sat on the driver’s side of the car.

“We’re going home now, okay? We’ll get you some medicine and you’ll feel better soon.” B said softly, daring a glance at A’s side.

A was clutching their bloated, full belly and moaning softly, yet, they opened their eyes and said. “Stop this, I feel fine. Leave me alone”.

B knew that A got bratty when they were sick or uncomfortable, so they endured it and drove home.

Once they had arrived, B helped A out of the car, to which they responded with “I can do it myself”, followed by them slipping and almost falling down again when they got up too quickly and their tummy protested.

Once they were inside of the house and A kept protesting and swatting at B every time they tried to help, B got tired of it and pulled A into the couch. A being in too much pain and too full to fight back.

“A, you ate way too much. You’re too full, just look! Your belly looks like it’s about to explode. That can’t be comfortable, are you not in pain?”

A tried to stand up to leave, but they quickly bent over in pain and wrapped their arms around their big belly. B stood up and helped them sit back down.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to sit back, and I’m going to massage your tummy to help with the pain, okay?. Deep breaths, love.” B said as they gently lifted A’s shirt to reveal the tight, swollen tummy.

As B placed their hand over A’s belly, they could feel it being soft because of the food, but tight. So, so tight, at it’s full capacity. It was worse than they thought.

Still, B started working. They started at right side of the swell, and started rubbing deep circles up. Then they continued on the left side from up to down, rubbing circles and hearing the belly swooshing.

As B massaged their belly, A moaned in pain and tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. Until B started massaging the center with both hands, tracing very deep and uncomfortable circles on A’s swell. The tears started falling.

“Stop-“ A cried and moved to clutch their belly again, but B held them back and softly wiped their tears with a thumb, placing a small kiss on A’s forehead.

“I know. I know. But you’ll feel much better soon, baby I promise” B comforted before returning to their work on the tummy.

After what felt like hours of crying and massaging, A started feeling a bit better, and the swell started to go down. B sat down next to A on the couch and let A rest their head on their chest as they cuddled and started a movie, not moving to the bedroom yet because they didn’t want to upset A’s tummy further.

“I’m sorry I overate so much… I was so exited for thanksgiving I almost made myself sick” A apologized.

“It’s okay, I’m glad you were exited and I’m glad you’re feeling better now.” B smiled.

They stayed in that position until A was fine enough to go to sleep in their own bed.

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[gainerstories]

Fatter Exchange Student: Chapter 7

This is a community story with each chapter authored by a different writer in the gaining community. This chapter is penned by Feeder86.

Read prior chapters here.

Bleecker stood in the middle of the changing rooms feeling more powerful than he ever had in his entire life. Tonight’s training had been mostly tackling skills and he had gone all out. One guy stood to the side, rotating his aching shoulder, whilst another was stretching out his heavily bruised thigh; both of them having taken a huge blow from Bleecker out on the field.

“You alright, guys?” he asked; a sadistic grin wanting to spread across his face.

He might not be able to keep up with these guys when running, but with his added weight, he could throw them around like twigs.

In return, Bleecker received displeased frowns, making him chuckle a little to himself. He shrugged his shoulders, as if he were oblivious as to why they were so moody with him. He lifted off his sweat-drenched rugby shirt and caught the many little glances from one guy to the next, as they all took in the size of his uncovered, monstrously swollen stomach. It was getting bigger every week, and every one of them could see it. His chest was massive and muscular; stronger than he had ever been in his life. Yet he had grown a genuinely huge gut, fat-filled and bloated; creating a distinctive, ball-like appearance under his shirts.

Bleecker lived for these displays, willing everyone to look at his body and see how big he was growing. He pulled down his shorts and then his underwear, completely comfortable with his own nudity; enjoying making an exhibition of himself. And why not? He was the largest man on this team by almost one hundred pounds. He strutted to the showers, throwing his arms out that little bit more, to really emphasise the point. If this team was going to have an alpha male, he had no doubt that it would be him.

“Oh, you’re back!” smiled Sebastian, as Bleecker strutted in through the door that evening. “How was training?”

“Awesome!” Bleecker smirked, throwing his bag on the floor and heading straight to the refrigerator for his full-fat milk.

He lifted the gallon-sized container and began chugging it down, feeling his stomach bloat and swell. He swallowed and swallowed, trying to take as much as he could in one go. Then, with less than half remaining, he paused, lowering the milk and giving off a tremendous, roaring burp. Upon hearing it, Sebastian laughed and nodded in approval.

“That was a noisy one!” he smiled. “Someone was thirsty after rugby training, huh? I’ve never seen anyone take down as much milk as you can!”

Bleecker smirked confidently. Words could not describe how much he loved people commenting on his massive appetite and capacity. He could feel his crotch stirring almost instantly. But he loved it even more when it was Sebastian doing the commenting. Over the last few months that he had lived here, the handsome Greek boy had puffed up like a blowfish. That conventionally attractive Mediterranean body had altered beyond all recognition. The guy’s hips had packed on the blubber, ruining the previously slender butt and developing love handles that seemed to peek out of his shirts, no matter what he wore.

His face was soft and flabby looking, with massive fat-filled cheeks taking away his cheekbones, and a new double chin, masking what was otherwise a very handsome jawline. Sebastian’s chest now resembled two mounds of blubber, with pointed and almost sagging nipples straining against the material of his shirts. But below that was the best of all; a full and round pot belly that seemed to be swelling each and every day.

He wondered what Sebastian’s friends and family would say back at home. Would they be shocked and disappointed with him? Would they point the finger of blame at his new chubby boyfriend? Or, even better, would they accuse his monstrously-sized housemate for helping him to pick up bad eating habits? Damn! Even this thought was getting him hard!

Things were finally starting to return to normal between the pair of them after that rather awkward kiss. He didn’t know what had caused him to lose himself like that. Sebastian had tried to talk to him about it a few times afterwards, but Bleecker had shrugged him off; making a joke about being overly tired and a little hungover that morning. Felix had been around the apartment more and more over the last few weeks and hadn’t had it out with him for hitting on his boyfriend. There could be only one reason for that, Bleecker concluded; Sebastian hadn’t told him.

“Is Felix coming over tonight?” Bleecker asked.

“Not tonight,” Sebastian replied, shaking his head. “He has an assignment due tomorrow, so he’s working on that.”

Bleecker nodded, feeling both pleased and disappointed. It was nice to have Sebastian to himself, but he also loved seeing chubby Felix about the place. The thought of him and Sebastian having sex in the room next to him made him even more aroused than usual. He imagined their overfed chubby bodies touching each other, admiring their shapes and fresh fat. Not only that, but Felix seemed to be highly skilled at getting Sebastian to eat even more than usual, with the pair of them having incredibly greedy appetites; real, genuine gluttony that was only surpassed by his own. That was why both of them seemed to be packing on the fat at an ever increasing pace. Their clothes fitted awkwardly around their new flesh, unflatteringly hugging love-handles, back fat and moobs. Bleecker began to wonder what would become of them both if they both carried on this path; but that thought aroused him even more.

“Never mind,” Bleecker sighed. “I hope he gets it finished tonight.”

“I was going to order some pizza, if you wanted to join me?” Sebastian suddenly asked, as Bleecker began to walk away. His voice had a strange pleading tone to it, as if he were suddenly desperate to keep Bleecker from heading into his bedroom for the night.

Still clutching his gallon of milk and his stomach stubbornly full from the take-out he’d picked up on the way home, Bleecker hadn’t really intended to eat anything else tonight. But he’d made a promise to himself to never say no to food. How else was he going to keep upping his size and knocking those guys down on his team like bowling pins?  

“Sure,” he nodded nonchalantly. “I’m always up for some pizza.”

An hour later, Bleecker sat, puffing like a whale in the lounge. If there was one downside to all this extra weight, it was these damned humid nights where he simply couldn’t cool down. Before the pizzas had arrived, he’d taken himself for a cold shower and now sat there on the couch in only his underwear, still feeling the creeping sweat spread across his large body. He packed two pizzas into his stomach, feeling its heat firing up the furnace of his gut, and he took massive swigs of his milk, until even that had gone. It was so freaking hot tonight, he complained bitterly within his own head.

“Finished already?” asked Sebastian from the other chair.

“Yeah,” nodded Bleecker, feeling the stretch of his own stomach and noting with pride that Sebastian was over half way through his own second pizza. The guy’s appetite had really come along since he’d been here.

“Try stacking the slices on top of each other when you eat. It helps you to get it down faster,” he advised the chubby boy, like a professional. “Is yours the extra-cheese option?” he asked, taking a peek, and feeling surprised to feel his mouth watering at the sight and smell of it.

“Yeah, double cheese and the four meat feast pizza,” Sebastian nodded, sighing and slapping his round, fat little belly.

Bleecker chuckled and smirked. He could remember the time when he too would have found eating all that difficult.

“Good man,” he nodded, wishing that the guy would take his shirt off so that he could see how round and bloated all this would be making his stomach.

He wanted to get up and get some ice cream, but he felt too aroused. Going in just his underwear had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now he felt completely trapped; unless he didn’t mind Sebastian seeing what all of this eating was doing for his crotch.

“Come on, Sebastian!” he coaxed from the sofa, as the chubby guy continued to try and push it down. “There aren’t many American guys who could eat all that, but I know you can do it!”

Smiling, Sebastian stacked his remaining slices and pushed them down. Bleecker could see that his roommate was uncomfortably full. Each chew was an effort and every swallow an unbelievable achievement. He knew Sebastian’s pain, for he too had trained his body to take these massive quantities. He was still training though, every day becoming a little bit greedier.

“That was pretty good!” Bleecker nodded from the couch, his huge arms spread across the back of the cushions. This was the only place he would sit in the lounge these days; right in the middle of the sofa, as if he was training himself to fill the large space. “You’ve eaten almost as much as me!”

Sebastian seemed delighted by the observation. “I’ll be big enough to play rugby like you, if I carry on eating like this!”

Bleecker burst out laughing, assuming that Sebastian was joking. “You’re serious?” he questioned apologetically, when he realised that he wasn’t. “Rugby?”

“Well, you like rugby, and Felix used to play in high school. But I thought you needed a bit of weight on you to play the game?” Sebastian asked innocently.

“That really depends on your position,” Bleecker considered. He looked at Sebastian’s body, wondering how well he could get around a field; not very well, was his guess. “Stand up,” he ordered curiously. “I want to have a look at you.”

Sebastian smiled and did as he was told; taking his shirt off at the same time. He stood there and tensed his relatively small muscles, concealed well under the mounting layers of blubber.

“Well, you’ve got potential,” Bleecker nodded, trying to hide his arousal.

With Sebastian’s shirt off, he could see every inch of fresh fat: the love handles, the nipples, the stretch marks decorating the skin surrounding his deep belly button. Not only that, but without a shirt on, Bleecker could see just how thick, wide and protrusive Sebastian’s butt had grown, above his flabby unconditioned thighs. He beckoned Sebastian closer and lifted the fattened exchange student’s arms up so that he could inspect his body even more. Damn! Look at those love handles!

“So, I have potential, huh?” Sebastian asked, almost flirtatiously.

Bleecker couldn’t resist; he’d tried for so long. He placed a hand on Sebastian’s butt and another on the furthest expanse of the boy’s tight belly; just marvelling at his new, blubbery thickness. This was what he wanted. This was what he was going to have. All this fat that hadn’t been there a few months ago; and who could tell how big he’d be getting within another few months?

“Not for rugby. Not a chance!” he clarified to Sebastian, unable to resist giving a little shake with his strong hands, making the fat ripple through the boy’s middle. “But you definitely have potential, nonetheless…”

“Am I too fat for rugby?” Sebastian asked, clearly aroused and seemingly desperate for Bleecker to agree with him.

He placed his hand over Bleecker’s fingers, that were resting on his gut, and then made them pinch around his new, lardy stomach fat.

“Am I too fat, Bleecker?” he asked, more seriously and flirtatious than ever.

Bleecker’s arousal was spiking beyond belief. Here he was holding one of the guys he had been flirting with for so long. This chub was saying all the right things and hitting each one of his kinks.

“Not yet…” Bleecker replied confidently, surprised at how bold he felt, even without a few beers down him tonight.

Then he squeezed Sebastien’s large, buttery glute and shook it, admiring just how soft and pliable it was getting.

“But… I can make you too fat, if you want?” he grinned, suddenly taking his hand away from Sebastian’s oversized butt so that he could rub his own, massive ball-gut. “I can make all three of us far, far too fat!”

Sebastian looked curiously at Bleecker. “All three of us?” he asked in confusion.

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[slutsfordoves]

i would give you my first-born for some valdo/jaskier!! maybe a/b/o, omega jaskier and his alpha boyfriend valdo are using the pull-out method so that jaskier doesn't get pregnant. but valdo is starting to get tired of knotting his fist, so he decides that enough is enough and finally comes inside jaskier even despite the other man's protests. jaskier is absolutely horrified and heart-broken afterwards, because how could the love of his life do this to him?

S U R E HERE YOU GOOOOOOOO

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“Oh, I couldn't imagine caring for a child. They're an awful mess.”

Jaskier rolled to his side. Valdo shifted to catch him in his arms, their bodies filling the space of Valdo’s narrow daybed. They had only just woken from a midday nap, tangled together; and after many long, languid touches and kisses exchanged in the liquid afternoon sunlight, Valdo had said, “Have you thought about it, Jaskier? As you said you would?”

Jaskier went on.

“And anyway, what kind of a mother would I be? You know I'm made of unsturdy stuff. I'd faint the first time it came to change a diaper. No, better to live life unfettered. Don’t you think so, Valdo?”

Valdo made a soft humming sound. Jaskier could feel the press of Valdo’s nose, then his mouth, to the back of his neck. This hum did not sound disappointed, exactly. But it also did not sound as though Valdo were willing to drop the matter entirely.

“I think you'd make a fine mother,” Valdo said, after some time. “I’ve read stories of mothers who don’t really come around to it ‘til the child’s already nursing. They don’t regret it. Not once they’ve seen the babe.”

Fine and good for them, Jaskier wished to say; but Valdo had sounded unnaturally plaintive. Jaskier suspected this was a desire Valdo had long held secret for fear of his reaction, and Jaskier didn’t want to hurt him.

“It isn’t really the time for children, either way,” he demurred. “There’s years left to decide. I’ve got my studies and you’ve got your apprenticeship. We don’t need to worry about it so soon.” A thought struck him, and he turned his head to purr against Valdo’s mouth. “And we can always play-act while we’re waiting. Won’t you breed me, Alpha? I feel so empty without you.”

Valdo didn’t answer. Rather, he bit him, gently, and rolled on top of him, and slipped his half hard cock inside of him. Jaskier was still wet from their earlier fucking. It was easy to take. He pressed himself into the daybed and immersed himself in being soundly buggered. When once again Valdo had drained himself and had drifted off into a shallow slumber atop him, Jaskier similarly allowed himself to fall to sleep, thinking the matter settled.

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Jaskier woke with a start. He was no longer on the day bed, but instead in the bedroom; the curtains were corded tight, and the windows shut. The whole room felt humid, the air swampy and stale. The sheets beneath him were drenched with sweat.

“It’s so hot,” he gasped. ”Valdo, what’s going on? I’m so. Oh.”

He shifted the smallest bit and what felt like a deluge of slick slipped out of him, wetting his thighs, further wetting the sheets and the mattress. His cocklet, trapped between himself and the mattress, was aching. Indeed, the whole of him ached. A thick wave of disgust washed over him, and with it came nausea and dizziness. He clamped his eyes shut and he pressed his overheated face into the bed.

“Oh, gods, what’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong, darling,” Valdo said.

Jaskier raised his head. Valdo was beside the bed, holding a cold cloth and a bucket. He wiped Jaskier’s brow. Jaskier reached for him, blindly; wrapped his hands around Valdo’s wrists and held onto them. Against Jaskier’s boiling skin, Valdo felt blessedly cool.

“It’s your heat,” Valdo said.

“It isn’t time for my heat,” he said blearily, blinking his eyes. There was a fog surrounding his vision that wouldn’t lift. This wasn’t usual at all for his heats; they did not come so forcefully, and they did not make him feel so wretched. “It isn’t time. And my - my suppressants - “

“You must have missed a dose.”

“I don’t miss doses,” he said, even as he caught Valdo’s scent, the scent of an alpha, and his whole body thrummed with a need that nearly had him lifting off the bed sheets. “I’m certain I took it. I’m.”

Valdo pulled out of his grasp. He tossed the cloth into the bucket and put the bucket onto the floor. These few moments seemed to last an eternity. Valdo was not touching him, not even looking at him, and he was, yes, in heat. Ready and aching to be mounted. Why wasn’t Valdo looking? Wasn’t Jaskier pleasing enough?

“Nothing for it now, of course. We’ll have to sort you out the old fashioned way.”

Valdo flipped Jaskier to his front, and Jaskier, desperate and grateful to be handled so roughly, tucked his knees beneath him and rested on his elbows. He had been naked on the daybed and he was naked now. A sight any Alpha would kill for: his rim pink and dribbling slick, still well-fucked from their earlier coupling, his own cocklet full and bobbing, and the small of his back and the backs of his thighs still smelling like Valdo’s come.

He could feel the slippery head of Valdo’s cock slide across his hole, catching the rim but not penetrating. An awful tease that ratcheted his desire higher, made the awful heat in the core of him flare that much hotter. He could just scream with the frustration of it. Jaskier fisted the sheets and slammed his head down into the mattress, and he rolled his hips and widened his knees. If he were to present better, make a prettier picture, Valdo wouldn’t be so inclined to tease him. Would stuff him as full as he wished.

“Please, Valdo, please,” he said.

“Needy bitch.”

Jaskier squealed, his toes spreading and then curling. Valdo had breached him in one long thrust, burying himself fully up Jaskier’s sodden backside. Valdo wasn’t the largest Alpha Jaskier had ever taken, but still he filled him up sweetly; there was a phantom pain, a near-uncomfortable stretch. He had a bulbous, firm cockhead that struck Jaskier just right that stars burst behind his eyelids; and once he got round to fucking him, it eased the awful, cramping pain he had been in since he’d woken up in heat.

“I hate fucking you when you’re like this,” Valdo panted, after a few long minutes. “Your cunt feels so loose.”

Jaskier stiffened, and then gave an embarrassed squeak. Valdo fucked up into him, and there was an answering squelch, a fount of slick pouring out of him; enough to mat the hair on Valdo’s stomach and thighs, enough to run in riverlets over his own swollen balls and prick. Some of the passion in him flagged a little, and he felt hot with shame in its stead.

“Not my fault,'' he mumbled, between Valdo’s bone-rattling thrusts, “s’not my fault,” but Valdo only sighed and said, “Of course it’s not.”

He was feeling quite useless. He’d gotten himself into this state in the first place (how? how? he didn’t miss doses, never had, not once in 12 years, something wasn’t right but he couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on a thing past Valdo’s cock up his arse), and now couldn’t even please his Alpha. His overheated body, the thrust of Valdo’s stiff cock against his sensitive insides, the rejection, it was too much; he felt the miserable bite of tears at his eyes and could do nothing to stop them from falling. Valdo fucked him and Jaskier sniffled and whined, and he wanted it to end and he also wanted it to never end.

After what felt like ages, Valdo pulled free from the clutch of his arse.

“Are you going to come?” Jaskier asked, sluggishly. He threw his arm back to try to stuff two fingers into himself, the sense of emptiness and the longing overwhelming him. The heat wouldn’t subside for hours yet, not without Jaskier being knotted. While Valdo rallied, he would need a plug.

“Move,” Valdo said. He knocked Jaskier’s hand away. Jaskier felt Valdo spread him open. Felt his thumbs toy with and pull at his abused rim.

“Listen, Jaskier. I'm going to knot you.”

What?

“What? Wait, Valdo, no - “

He struggled to right himself, to get up onto his arms, but Valdo knocked him flat. When Jaskier did not stop, Valdo threw himself fully on top of him, using his weight to bear Jaskier down into the mattress. Jaskier tried to drag the both of them to the floor, and Valdo hit him. The room spun.

“Stop, Valdo,” Jaskier said, squirming, crying again. He wanted it. His heat-ravaged body wanted it; he thought of the fine way it would stretch him, keep him full. Valdo could come a prodigious amount if sufficiently motivated; all of that seed, tucked inside of him, a claim laid to a barren field. He would swell with it. He would be bred.

No. It would ruin him. Valdo would ruin him.

He didn’t want it.

“Valdo, don't, don't,” Jaskier cried, fat tears rolling down his reddened face. Valdo had his arm braced between Jaskier’s shoulders, holding him down. Slowly, he slid his cock back inside of Jaskier’s arse, deep, until Jaskier could feel the swell of his knot, hot and hard, pressed tight against him.

“Please, don’t - “

“Shh, Julek - “

“Wait - “

“Quiet. You'll like it, or you'll learn to. You've made me wait long enough.”

He couldn’t fight it. His body gave in. The knot popped past his overburdened rim, and the pain of the stretch and the relief of not having torn and the awful, swollen fullness of the knot's bloated heat pressing his insides apart all at once made his vision go spotty and black. Once inside, Valdo rocked against him, and the knot swelled further. Jaskier moaned and sobbed and shook, and once the knot locked and a flood of come began to pour into him, Valdo sank his teeth into Jaskier’s shoulder.

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They lay together in the aftermath. Valdo had rolled Jaskier carefully, on his stomach, to the center of the bed, and lay over him, pinning him, while they waited out the tie. The room stank of sweat and slick and Valdo’s seed. Jaskier’s shoulder was bleeding, but he otherwise felt nothing. Did nothing. The heatsickness had faded; what had been left behind was a body, cored out, burned out, and most likely pregnant.

Valdo stroked him down his sides and kissed his head, his back, with the unhurried satisfaction of a well-fed cat.

“I've gotten an appointment at a court in Cidaris,” he said. “The stipend is generous, enough to support a family. We could be happy there. I've wanted this for a long time, Julek. I know you’ll - you’ll get used to it. You’ll make a fine mother.”

Jaskier blinked his swollen eyes.

“Once you’ve seen our child, I know you’ll come around.”

[geminijoonie]

Take care of you

Summary: “No I’m a surprise,” you say sounding all sassy and smiling where your cheeks fluff up and you look like a pufferfish and it always gets Namjoon. His eyes are crescents, dimples peeking from his cheeks.

“What would they say if they saw the big bad Kim Namjoon like this?” you ask raising your brow not as good as Namjoon but it gets the job done.

note: Hello, I am back after months with this piece. Feedback is always appreciated! Thank you for reading.

➡Mafia!Namjoon x reader

➡Warnings: 18+, Mentions of sex, reader’s family not letting her eat

Namjoon hates parties. Sure he’s the CEO, of one of the biggest crime syndicates in the world, the biggest and most feared in South Korea so he could have sent his associates or one of his brothers to attend this party but he was there for a very specific reason. Y O U.

With a frontal name of BigHit Inc., run by the most fearsome mafia BTS behind it, the most fierce crime lords and not by the old fashioned guns and murders way well, that sometimes yes, but mostly financial crimes, stealing money and intellectual property theft done so well they’ve been thriving the last few decades when their fathers, mafia bosses, seven families joined hands together to be sworn allies promising to take down and gain power over the corrupt government. Now run by their sons seven men, most of them educated in Ivy League schools. 5 of them even hold dual degrees, their leader Kim Namjoon or RM even holds a fucking Ph.D. A born genius, his IQ only amplifying his true potential. His members' capabilities, work ethic complimenting the jobs they pull off together as a team. This team was perfect and solid in all ways made to rule. As if fate had brought them together.

The party was boring as usual. All of the crime lords and mafia bosses with their families were here. It reminded Namjoon of the party, similar to this where he first laid his eyes on you. His gaze traveling from the bar section of the huge ballroom towards you at the opposite end where you were forced to make small talk. You stared back at him with the same intensity. Your eyes catching his gaze, latching onto his dragon eyes drowning in those dark orbs that stared at you. You weren’t afraid, not even intimated. No sign of a blush. You weren’t swooning like those other girls. You simply stared back at him equally fierce taking his presence in. Your own doe-like eyes even if not as sharp as his, held enough power to not only draw the attention of the most powerful, eligible bachelor, most feared CEO of an empire himself but also spark something in him. And ever since then your life and these parties have been different. You solely come here to see him. And the same for him. To see you.

What Namjoon and you shared was special. With your family owning amalgamation of big companies, reputable among the mafia bosses and crews it came with lots of curfews for you the heiress to your father. You were an asset. One that would be traded someday. To a man that would be chosen for you, based on his family, money and what value he can derive for your father and his business. And you shall be his dutiful wife, produce an heir and then wait for death inside some mansion. This was your fear. You were disgusted whenever any thoughts of how your future would be like crossed your mind. Amidst all the chaos, uncertainty and lack of control in your own life, you met Namjoon, your Joon. The man changed your entire perspective on love, intimacy and boy he had you pining for him even yearning. But what you didn’t realize is he was yours since he saw you for the first time two months ago.

Namjoon’s at his usual spot. By the bar. Waiting for you. With a drink in his hand. There was no way he could take you on dates given your family. The curfews. And that bullshit about what girls and women can and cannot do. He hated the way women were treated. He was lucky that his father was not as stupid as the others. He made sure that his sister was sent away to Switzerland to study, and live her life the way she wants to like any normal girl. And she was happy and so was his mother who lived in Japan with her own small business, even enjoying life. He hoped one day he can go away somewhere with you. Away from all this. Take you on dates. Hold your hand while he walks next to you. Kiss your cheeks whenever he wanted to. Make you giggle with all the cheesy compliments and then make out till his heart's content. Right now he had to settle for stealing glances in between. Carefully brushing his hand whenever he walked near you. This is all the affection or physical contact he’d get. On a good day, when people at the party would be preoccupied with taking some political party member down or something like that Namjoon would sneak you out to the roof, or to the parking lot inside his car to steal kisses. Heated kisses. Passionate kisses. One where he’d drag your soft lips between his teeth just to hear that moan. Running his hands all over your body while you clutched his torso, held on to his pecs and squeezed his biceps for dear life gasping for air. His plump lips swollen, his shirt buttons open, neck and collarbones littered with hickeys and marks you’d leave every time you had one of your little adventures. Namjoon would give anything to mark you just one small hickey but he couldn’t and he won’t risk your family finding you out. You have stylists and beauty consultants that will scan every inch of your body and he couldn’t afford to get you in trouble. So he holds back and tells himself that he’ll wait for the day, that one day you’ll be his.

All these thoughts suddenly clouding his mind made him feel so empty his forehead sweaty. He decided to step out to the balcony a little disappointed that he’s not seen you yet. He made sure your family was invited. He knows you’ll be there with them as your parents like to show you off like some diamond jewelry piece or an ornament they possess. The thought of you being married to someone else makes Namjoon’s blood boil. And even at these parties the way the other men scan your body, while you’re in your tight-fitting dresses draping your body perfectly makes him want to take his gun out and shoot them all. He looks over to the night sky sighing and drinking his third glass of scotch. Namjoon suddenly feels a pair of hands right above his navel and he’s ready to smack that person but he hears your voice and jolts instead trying to turn.

“Boo!”

“Were you supposed to meet me here?” Namjoon asks with a grin, lifting a brow as if he didn’t just get scared and pulls your wrist around his waist towards his back so he can hug you.

“No I’m a surprise,” you say sounding all sassy and smiling where your cheeks fluff up and you look like a pufferfish and it always gets Namjoon. His eyes are crescents, dimples peeking from his cheeks.

“What would they say if they saw the big bad Kim Namjoon like this?” you ask raising your brow not as good as Namjoon but it gets the job done.

“If I didn’t hear your voice, but only felt hands and if it weren’t you, they’d be dead princess” he responds voice deep and low holding that timber, his the last four words whispered into your ear. His breath making you feel ticklish so you giggle. He looks around to check if any eyes were on him and then, quickly pulls you into a hug. You smell divine as usual. Namjoon dips lower and places his chin near your neck. He loves it. The smell of your perfume, your shampoo combined with your own sweet natural scent. Makes him feel like some kind of animal, primal instincts kicking in and he knows if he keeps his head there he’s a goner. But what he feels now is different than usual. Your body is warmer to his touch. He’s used to how you normally feel. And right now you feel warm, your skin hot when he slots his fingers on your forehead brushing your hair to the side.

“Looks like you’re running a fever are you okay princess?” he asks his voice suddenly all serious, brows furrowed his gaze boring to where his hands meet your skin. You want to say that you’re okay, but you’re not. You feel sore everywhere. Your legs hurt from wearing heels. Your dress is too tight and you’re hating the way it feels all over your body. It’s making you feel uncomfortable. The material just feeling torturous against your feverish skin. You haven’t had proper meals because your family starved you so don’t look bloated for today’s event. They wouldn’t even feed you when you were sick. You threw up twice but they still made you come here. You need an IV probably. You thought you’d text Namjoon but since they were going to make you attend this party anyways might as well be here and get some serotonin from seeing him. You were always trained to say you’re okay. Making yourself seem strong. Your needs were never to be put first. But right now the way Namjoon looks at you, with so much care and concern makes your heart ache so you give in, tell him and you just want to sit down because you don’t know when your dizziness will be back. You want to cry because you’re so annoyed and irritated your brain a mess.

“No” you squeak out. You eyes now glossy and Namjoon’s heart just breaks at that. Only after a few seconds does he realize how your face gives away the exhaustion after he looked at it a little longer. The bags under your eyes can be seen. Even if the concealer did a good job of hiding the dark circles Namjoon can see how truly tired and exhausted you must be feeling. Your cheeks more hollow. Your posture barely making you stand straight or still. Fidgety. Weak. You lean into his arms. Your forehead meets his shoulder. His black blazer feels so soft. You sigh. you want to just stay there. Namjoon carefully pulls you off him while he cups your cheek and tells you that you both should move somewhere more private. You nod and sneak out of the room. Thankfully the party today was at a hotel, one of Seoul’s biggest and Namjoon makes some calls while you’re walking his hands securing you by his side while you make your way out. Namjoon notices how it’s hard for you to match his stride today. Even though the man is 70% legs you usually keep up with him by walking faster or leaping. But today you’re barely able to keep up with his slowest smallest strides. You walk for what feels like an hour but it’s just been two minutes. You’re back at the reception lobby and you see someone guide you and Namjoon to the elevator. The next thing you know you’re in a hotel room.

Namjoon leads you towards the bed once you’re in the room and the door is locked. A few seconds later you hear rustling and you know they’re the guards placed outside the door for security. You sit on the bed your legs finally catching a break from carrying you and the stupid dress around with those stupid heels. You loved wearing heels but not today sis. In your hazy state you try to pull them off only that you forgot to remove the strap first through the small metal buckle. The dress making it a struggle to bend over and reach for the straps. Namjoon sees your struggle and can’t help but let out a small giggle. You look up at him with those doe eyes, confused and there it goes his heart sinks again. He makes way his towards you, leans down on both his knees. He gently takes your right foot into his palm and with the other hand makes quick work to get you out of your heels. Within seconds he was able to accomplish what you were trying so hard to do. And with one of your problems gone, you just fall back onto the plush bed all grace forgotten. Once the head hits the soft cloud-like mattress you let out a sigh of happiness and then a groan. Your feet are still hanging downwards to the floor, your back was on the bed arched so you can rest your head down. But more comfortable than standing or walking right now but you’ll take it. Too tired to move you give up fatigue finally settling in.

“Move up sweetheart you’ll hurt your back” you hear Namjoon say but you have no energy. You don’t even respond sleep already taking over you. Especially now that you were safe, away from those eyes, your parents probably thought you’ll be talking to some guy impressing someone but little did they know you’d be here a few floors above the party with Joon. You don’t know what to call your little arrangement or these little sneaking out sessions are. You don’t know what Namjoon is to you. The two of you haven’t talked about it. It’s weird because you’ve talked about fate, why Namjoon hates seafood and how much you love the rain, the fraud patterns in his business but never about what Namjoon is to you. Not that you need a label, and not that maybe calling him your boyfriend would be a label like that, you’d actually like it. All you know is Namjoon likes you, for sure I mean he wouldn’t be kissing you like a starved man, you shoving your tongue down his throat or else. You know you love him but you don’t know if he loves you yet. It’s too much to ask for. Given the circumstances. You’re just glad you found him. And whatever moments you’ll get to share you’ll cherish them now and forever. You start thinking about all these moments while sleep pulled you in completely and you don’t hear Namjoon call your name again. You don’t hear him trying to wake you up. You don’t feel his hands cupping your cheek. You sure as hell don’t even feel his lips peck yours which is the first time in a while now. You don’t feel him undo some buttons and zips to get you off that dress. You don’t even feel the way he tucks you in.

All you now know is you wake up in a blanket nest. Soft blankets against your cheek, your hands, your legs. You sigh at this feeling smiling to yourself. You’re moving and stretching. Feeling like a new person. You’re fully awake now even though you haven’t opened your eyes and that’s when you hear him

“Can you hear me now sleepy head?” you know he’s only teasing you but you pout before opening your eyes to see him at the other side of the room with an amused smile.

“New person who dis” you reply only making him laugh. Namjoon’s shirtless. He’s wearing his dress pants, his blazer hung at the corner neatly next to your dress. And that’s when you realize you’re wearing his shirt while you napped.

“What time is it” you ask yawning. and when Namjoon says you register you’ve napped for three full hours. He makes his way towards you. He slowly climbs on the bed stretching his arm out for you and you waste no time in jumping to his embrace with your new-found energy. Namjoons smiling at that. He can never get used to how perfectly you fit against him. He’s the one sighing in comfort now. Sometimes Namjoon can’t tell if you know that he loves you or not. The way you make him feel. The way you make him crave your heart.

You peek up from his shoulder to look at him, his eyes never leaving you.

“Hi” you whisper smiling at him

“Hii” he replies back matching your hushed tone dimples on display and you can’t help but poke them. From here you can see how versatile Namjoon is. His expressions outside the usual are deadly. His sharp dragon eyes, jutted jaw, furrowed brows he looks dangerous and lethal. But now all you see is a soft dimpled giant with the cutest button nose and crescent eyes. His eyes hold so much warmth.

He gently cards fingers through your hair asking if your feeling better to which you nod. You reach up to peck his lips. And once you slot your lips onto his plush and soft ones you want more. You move your hand to the back of his head lightly carding your fingers through his hair spurring him on. Namjoon takes this incentive and slots his lips back to yours. You look so damn good in his shirt and now his mind is going crazy. Thoughts racing. He tilts your head so he can angle himself better. Little sucks and swipes of his tongue against your lips and mouth have your knees weak. He knows how to claim his jackpot already knows what makes you react and what you like. One hand reached down to knead your ass. You moan against his mouth breathless as you take him in. Lips swollen, luscious and glossy. Your eyes are unrelenting. And he decided it is at this moment, he has to tell you. He fears the worst will happen. That you’ll say no. And he might never get to see you again. Ever. But the way your body molds in his arms, the way you only always react to him, the way you make his heart always beat faster.

“Y/N I really re-really like you”  there it was. That slight stutter. To Namjoon each second felt like a minute now but your eyes become wide and yoU smile a million-watt smile a second later. His hopes are back up. A warm feeling in his chest. Like a lightbulb inside him was lit. You can see him glowing. Now that the weight of his worries is halved. You cup his cheeks. And he thaws in your affection.

“I like you too Joon” you say voice barely above a whisper. You feel like a teenager confessing to her crush. You cheeks are painted red and Namjoon hasn’t seen a beautiful sight before. And now it’s actually your turn to get something off your chest.

“Heck I might even love you Kim Namjoon what are you doing to me” you say before you can think more and it has Namjoon visibly gasping and he pulls you in for another kiss. This time softer. Truly holding you against him. The way you belong to him. And the way he belongs to you. No more unsaid words. No more doubts.

“fuck baby girl be mine I love you too” he whispers inbetween kisses. You want to say something back but his lips are back on yours, molding them, tongue exploring. Leaving kisses at the corner of your mouth. On your chin. Your jaw. Slowly making its way down to your neck. You’re already so far gone you’re a whiny mess. Your body jolting backwards each time his lips touch the skin on your neck. fuck, you were so sensitive and that had his mind filled with filth. Moans dripping when he sucks and licks so gently. Your hand on his pecs, gripping his biceps or at the nape of his neck. Gentle touches, gets him so riled up and you know it. Moments with you like this lets him break his facade. Dive into his desires.

“So sensitive for me” Namjoon mutters to himself continuing his ministrations. One hand at the back supporting you, holding you strong. Another rubbing circles at your stomach for a few seconds, then holding you by the shoulder the next few seconds or groping your breasts softly making you whimper and suck in breaths.

Only when he slips his hand under his shirt on you does he realize the added warmth to your skin is from your fever reminding him of exhausted state and whatever you have going on will only make it worse if you don’t get to rest. Namjoon feels how flaccid and sunken your tummy feels. Not the way it usually does. He can easily notice all the inches you’ve lost. And suddenly there’s a change of energy.

“Those assholes, fuck princess let me take care of you” he says letting you go. His eyes have already changed. The hurt and anger you could see in them made a shiver run up your spine. You can never get used to his eyes. The anger he is actually capable of. He’s always so kind, gentle and sweet to you but that’s just one side. Within minutes there’s food at your room. Everything that you like is here. Gimbap but with extra cheese. Kimchi-jigae with egg-fried rice rather than normal rice because you like it that way and even some dessert. This man really put in everything he knew about you. You looked at him with so much adoration it only made his face turn red while he looked down and scratched the back of his head. Kim Namjoon was shy right now all dimples and smiling. You giggled and pulled him towards you so the two of you can enjoy this meal. You don’t know when your phone will start blowing up. You don’t know when you’ll have to leave, go away from Joon, his warmth, his comfort and his solace. So you take in this moment with everything it has to offer. Grateful that even the few minutes you spent awake with this man made you feel loved to the extent where you're always at a loss of words.  

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[frostsinth]

I sighed, shifting and rolling again, unable to get comfortable. My bloated stomach weighed heavily down on me, no matter what way I lay my tired body. These days it came down to my internal organs taking turns getting squished; but none took their turn quietly. And I was more restless and tired than usual today.

Unvar shifted behind me, and I jumped as his hand came around to settle on my cheek. I craned my neck back, looking up at him. He blinked at me sleepily, giving a lazy smile.

“Can not sleep?” He guessed, stroking his thumb along my face.

I sighed, giving up and hoisting myself to a sitting position with a grunt. I lay back against him, bending my knees up and resting my wrists on top. The big Tlaloc had been joining me for my midday naps since my stomach had first started to swell and my energy levels sapped. Sometimes it was the only time we would see each other until nightfall; both of us were kept quite busy with the demands of running the tribes. I relished the time curled up against him, and always slept much better with his warm body at my back. Even now, when we thinned our bed of furs to just a few on the ground to try to minimize the summer heat.

“I can’t get comfortable,” I grumbled. My emotions had been absolutely chaotic as of late, and even his concerned question had me borderline ready to snap at him in irritation.

He reached out with his other hand, stroking my hair comfortingly. “You have been... restless this last week.” He said, switching to the Tlaloc language halfway through the sentence.

We both worked hard to speak in the opposite tongue to our native one, but sometimes what we knew how to say and what we actually wanted to say were too different. Most of our conversations had become this smattering mix of both languages. But I didn’t mind. He was speaking my language a little better every passing day, and I was nearly fluent in the Tlaloc tongue now; in no small part thanks to regular lessons from Galen.

I grunted in a very Tlaloc manner, shuffling my hips to try and relieve some of the pressure on my bottom. “You try growing a tiny beast inside your stomach and then tell me how restless you feel.” I shot back.

Instead of being hurt or insulted, Unvar chuckled in amusement. He thumbed my hair back from my face, twisting it between his fingers. Reaching up with his opposite hand, he began to braid it absent-mindedly.

“I am sorry this burden falls to you,” He murmured soothingly, “I would carry it for us if I could.”

I sighed again. “Stop being sweet. I am trying to be mad.”

Another deep, rumbling chuckle that I felt in my back rising from his chest. “It is better this way,” He seemed to decide as he wove my hair with his thick fingers, “You are more patient than I. Stronger.” He gave me a goofy grin, “My brave Ma’iitsolema.” He switched back to his native tongue.

I almost winced at his words, and I didn’t answer, looking down at my hands in my lap. At least, what I could see of my lap. My stomach had swollen much faster than any pregnancy I had seen before, and even the Tlaloc women seemed impressed with the size to which I had grown so quickly. For me, it was disturbing. I had no idea what to expect with this pregnancy, nor did any of the Tlaloc. It had been some time since the last half-orc had been born into a tribe. Often times, I feared the worst. Unvar was twice my size at least, and if the fast growth of my abdomen was any indication, the baby was taking after him.

“...But you still seem troubled.” He pressed into the silence, switching back to my language.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, pursing my lips. He wouldn’t admit it, but I knew he was just as worried as I was. I caught his concerned looks in the shadows of his excitement. Whenever he thought no one could see him. I appreciated the brave face he put on for me, and I never let him on to my own concerns for the same reason. No wonder he thought I was handling the stress of the pregnancy better than him.

I gave him a small smile, reaching out and stroking my tiny hand across his cheek. He dropped the braid he had been working on, covering my hand with his and leaning into my touch.

“I’m fine. Just tired. And very uncomfortable.” I worked at the strange language in my mouth, hoping I had managed the words alright.

He ran his thumb across my knuckles, studying my face. “I thought maybe... maybe you miss family.”

I stiffened a little at his words. “Family?” I echoed, surprise having me falling back to my native tongue. “What do you mean?”

He paused, searching for the right words. I waited with bated breath, uncertain what to expect. Unvar had no immediate family to speak of; not within the tribes. There was rumors of an uncle, his father’s brother, but he had long since left the tribe to live out his grey years (as the Tlaloc called it) on his own deep in the mountains. For Unvar, the clans were his family; he cared deeply about each of his soldiers and took time to get to know every member he could. Ta’nik seemed to be the closest thing he had to a sibling, though they had only known each other for about a half dozen years. But perhaps there was some other member I had yet to learn of. He didn’t speak much of his parents; his mother had died when he was young, and his father a few years back in battle. The memory of them seemed to bring him pain, so I never pressed it.

“When women grow tlalockin,” He finally started, seeming to still be chewing over the words, “They want their own mothers, and look for their birth family.” He sighed, switching back to his native tongue for the next part. “The Shaz’gul say it is the tlalockin inside them, seeking to learn from where they came. Their mothers are anxious, and so seek the wisdom of those who have raised them.”

My face dropped as I realized I had misunderstood. It was not his family he had meant, but mine. I felt a strange numbness overcome me. After I had agreed to stay with him last spring, he seemed to avoid the subject of my family. As if speaking of them would conjure my desire to return to them. I had been quite content with the arrangement. It allowed to bury my own emotions regarding them.

“Oh...” I managed after perhaps too long of a pause. I reached up, running my hand through my hair. Tracing my fingers over the braid he had set into it.

“We never speak of them,” He pointed out quietly, as if hearing my thoughts, “But I have thought that perhaps now you may want to, because of tlalockin in your belly.” 

I didn’t answer for a time, trying to sort out the jumble of my thoughts and emotions. “...I don’t have a family.” I told him numbly.

“When we meet, you said you have family in Osfar.” He reminded me softly.

I chewed at my lip, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. I felt his big hand cup the back of my head again, and he slowly sat up. Wrapping his huge arms around me.

“I am sorry,” He murmured into my hair as I turned into his embrace, “I did not mean upset you.”

I reached up, curling my own arms around his neck. Burying my face in his chest and breathing in his soft scent. I hesitated, playing with his hair with my fingers for a moment.

“My mother died giving birth to me,” I explained softly, closing my eyes, “And my father was rarely home... it was better when he wasn’t...” I felt him wrap his arms a little tighter around me and sink his nose into my hair. “But when he died, I was yet unmarried, and had no place to go.” I turned my head, resting my ear against his chest so that I could hear his heartbeat. “I remembered that once, when I was little, he had taken me with him to visit his brother’s family in Osfar... I think he had hoped they would take me in and he wouldn’t have to deal with me anymore.”

“I do not like this man.” Growled Unvar.

I almost laughed. “Nor I... But I thought that I could travel to his brother and... maybe stay with his family for a while.. until I figured out what to do next.”

Unvar stroked my hair again, seeming to chew this over. “... Do you still wish to see your Uncle?”

I shook my head. “He was...” I stopped, dropping off and swallowing hard, “I didn’t like him much either. I just thought I had no where else to turn. I don’t know if he would have remembered me. Or knew of my father’s death.”

“You were traveling to see him when I found you,” Unvar concluded. Slowly, the big Tlaloc leaned back, peering down at me curiously. “It bothers me. If your father was not around, who keep you safe? When you were little?”

I didn’t want to answer that, and dropped my gaze. Resisting the urge to burst into tears at the emotions that suddenly welled up in me at the memories. Unvar encased me in his arms again, curling his massive body around me.

“Ma shin nkinta’lsha,” He promised, kissing the top of my head. “I will keep you safe.”

I smiled sadly, untangling myself to look up at him. I cupped his huge face between my little hands. “You are all the family I need, Unvar.”

He leaned down, resting his forehead against mine. We both closed our eyes, and sat for a moment in silence, breathing the same air. Finally he sighed himself, and took my hands in his.

“If not family, what troubles my hal’shaleen man’dwe?” He asked, twerking my nose gently with his thumb. “You cannot sleep with war on your chest.”

Now familiar with the Tlaloc phrase, I leaned back against him without questioning it. Slowly, he relaxed, laying back down on the floor. I hesitated, still feeling very raw and vulnerable having shared such a dark part of my life. But my eyes went to my swollen stomach, and I rested my hand on top. I chanced a glance at Unvar out of the corner of my eye, and saw his brow knit together.

Quietly, his own hand came up, resting atop mine. I shifted, slipping out from under him and lightly placing his palm flush to my abdomen. Resting my tiny hand on top of his. I turned to look at him more fully now, and let my face tell him all the things I couldn’t find the words to. I saw a look of pain flash in his eyes, and his lips twitched. Both our eyes returned to my abdomen.

“It seems to be taking after its father,” I told him softly, tracing my fingertips over his knuckles. “... You are troubled too.”

“I... I am afraid I...I am afraid I have set the day of your death.” He breathed, and his deep voice shook. My throat burned to hear the pain in his words. “I am afraid that our child...” He dropped off, and I felt his big fingers tighten beneath mine. “Now that I have known life with you, I cannot survive a life without...”

I nodded slowly. Confirming the fears we shared. But I stroked my stomach tenderly with my opposite hand. 

“I am scared too... but...” One tear did manage to escape now, and I quickly wiped it back. “I do not care... I would willingly die for this child... Our child... for our family.”

When I looked over at Unvar, his eyes were closed. His thick brow taught. I squeezed his hand beneath mine, and he slowly opened them. I gave him a small smile.

“I am restless only because I cannot wait to meet our child. My only fear is that I will not-”

“No.” He interrupted me sharply, his voice louder than before. “Tlaloc and shikoba have had tlalockin together before.” His face softened, and he stroked the back of my head again. “I will not lose you. Not ever, my little  Ma’iitsolema.” The smallest of smiles tickled the corners of his lips. “I will keep you both safe.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his determination. I leaned back against him, watching his hand stroke my stomach gently. I smiled, feeling better for finally having voiced my fears.

“I have never doubted that, not for a moment... Mah’un de, bal th’ez uk man’dwe.“

...

Another little snipit of the happy couple. Just lovely gooey moments for everyone to enjoy. I imagine that before she gives birth, Karianna gets quite large. Unvar, the ever doting husband and father to-be, is very attentive to her every need.

Hopefully this little insight to them answers a few more pressing questions. More one-shots to come in the future, I’m sure! The MasterList link below has the full story of these two (Li’un Ma Shkio) and the other epilogue actually follows up on this part a few months later. Enjoy!

MasterList  -  Epilogue 1

[dawninlatin]

Tell me a story

Part of the Manorian Teacher AU. This one takes place only months after “Online classes are the worst. 

Words: 2676

AO3 Link

Link to my masterlist and the other parts of the Teacher AU

A/N: It feels so good to write for this AU again, and this part might just be my favourite yet, so I hope you enjoy it<3 

Feel free to leave a comment or some constructive criticism or whatever;)

I also am aware that the timeline in this AU doesn't make sense, but it's summer and I have forgotten math, so we'll just ignore that:))

Peace&Love<3 -Dawninlatin

It was on a warm July evening that Manon Blackbeak declared to no one in particular that she was done being pregnant.

Only moments later, her asshole of a boyfriend decided to crush all her hopes and dreams by walking into their bedroom and saying, «You still have three months left, babe.»

Not deeming him worthy of a verbal response, Manon instead grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it across the room with full force, not that it was much these days. Gods, she was so tired.

The pillow didn’t even make it all the way to Dorian, instead it landed with a weak thump by his feet, and Manon let out a frustrated sigh as he made his way over to her, taking the pillow with him and placing it back with the many, many others.

Manon was nestled on their bed, amongst the horde of pillows, all of them meticulously placed to create the perfect position, the only way she could sleep with a two pound human being inhabiting her body.

«Don’t worry, those three months will be over before you know it,» Dorian tried to comfort, picking up a discarded t-shirt and pulling it over his bare chest. His inky black hair was still wet from the shower he’d just had.

«That’s easy for you to say,» Manon mumbled, crossing her arms.

Something in her expression made Dorian pause, a guilty look on his face. «You’re right, it is easy for me to say. How are you?» He sat down on the bed, and Manon took in the pleasant smell of men’s soap.

«Exhausted,» she sighed, rubbing her swollen belly. Manon didn’t know how she could take three more months of a constantly bloated and aching body. Already she felt as if she could burst at any moment, and bigger would she get. None of her clothes fit, so she had simply taken to just wearing Dorian’s. Then there was the fact that she had to pee every ten minutes, and she still got nauseous, even if she was far past her first trimester, and no matter what she ate, she was kept up half the night by heartburn.

Yet the physical exhaustion was nothing compared to the emotional fatigue. All the hormones heightening her every emotion, and it completely drained her. She got incredibly angry and frustrated by the littlest things, and she cried. All. The. Damn. Time.

The fact that they were in the middle of a pandemic, and that the world was falling apart around her didn’t exactly help. Manon didn’t take well to spending all her days cooped up in their small house. She wanted to go out and do something. Instead she spent all her days inside, watching crappy TV, trying to ignore how helpless she felt.

Manon truly envied Dorian’s ability to sit down with a book and wholly disappear in it. Sometimes he stayed in that bubble of his for hours, paying no mind to the world around him.

All of this felt like some sick, twisted, alternate reality where everything was well on its way to hell. And for her part, it had began with a positive pregnancy test.

The baby had been a shock to them both. After feeling sick for a few weeks, Manon had taken a test just to rule it out. She hadn’t expected to find two pink lines staring back at her. Kids had never been part of her ideal future, but as she saw the positive test, as she saw how excited Dorian got, no matter how much he tried to hide his joy, she couldn’t stop picturing them as a family. Couldn’t stop picturing a small child with Dorian’s blue eyes and inky black curls and irresistible charm. Deep down, she wanted them to share this together. And Dorian would make a great father. Manon on the other hand…

Quarantining made it even harder for Manon to deal with her pregnancy. How was she supposed to enjoy this, supposed to create a bond with her unborn child when all her time was spent inside, isolated, silently panicking over the state of the country? She didn’t get to stroll around shops, buying cute baby clothes, didn’t get to visit friends and family, sharing this journey with them. Manon had been to one ultrasound, and Dorian hadn’t even been allowed with her. The worst of it all was that she felt like a selfish, whining bitch for being sad about it all.

Now that summer vacation had started, she didn’t have work to look forward to either. As a science teacher, there was nothing she was more passionate about than her job. A few weeks back, she’d had to say goodbye to her graduating seniors over a fucking video call. It had taken all of her stubbornness and unrelenting will-power to not burst into tears in front of them. They didn’t know she was currently a hormone-filled mess. Gods, how she would miss those brilliant young minds that annoyed her to no end. She’d never tell them that, of course. She had a reputation to uphold after all.

But without the distraction of her work, she’d had to take up other hobbies to busy herself. Yesterday, Manon had cried her way through an entire season of ‘Our Planet’ while knitting a blanket for their baby. Knitting, of all things! It had quickly become an obsession, and truth be told, she was excellent at it, but it was something Manon had never imagined she’d be filling her time with. Maybe this was what they called nesting?

Her thoughts were interrupted as she noticed Dorian moving down the bed and settling with his head next to her belly. He had a book in his hand, one he’d pulled out from their crowded bookshelf. It was thin with a picture of a sweet-looking dragon on the front. Manon also noticed how old and worn-out it was, the spine barely binding it together.

Dorian cleared his throat, turning to the first page, and Manon let out a confused chuckle. «What are you doing?»

«That weird pregnancy app I downloaded told me that our baby can register sounds from outside now, so I’m reading them a bedtime story.» He looked at her as if it was obvious that’s what he was doing. Then he turned his head back towards her belly, his voice turning high-pitched. «And you better get used to it, dude…or dudette, ‘cuz I’m gonna read you a story every night from now on.»

Manon tried to control her laughter, but his baby-talk, mixed with the ridiculous look on his face made it very hard to hold it in. She laughed even more as he kept going. «But if I’m gonna read to you, your mommy needs to stop laughing at me! Yes she does!»

Hearing herself referred to as someones ‘mommy’ made her chest tighten uncomfortably, but no matter how wrong it sounded, she ignored it for now. For Dorian’s sake. Instead, she chose to mask her fear and doubt with flirty banter, as usual. «If you’re spending the entire evening in my lap, you might as well go a little lower and put that mouth of yours to good use.»

«MANON!» he chastised, playing the perfect role of a disappointed parent. Dorian placed both his hands on her belly, as if covering a pair of ears, and said in a hushed voice, «There are children present!»

Chuckling, Manon answered, «That’s not what you said last night when you-»

«CHAPTER 1!»

As she beheld the exaggerated look of shock and horror on his face, Manon failed to hold in her cackling laughter any longer.

-

Manon had closed her eyes long ago, simply enjoying the sound of Dorian reading one of his favourite books to their unborn child.

He was a natural at storytelling, his tone eager, making up different voices for each character, giving life to it. Manon knew he would make an excellent father. Could already picture him with their child, reading them books, tucking them into bed at night, soothing them after a nightmare.

Whenever she tried to picture herself as a mother, the only image coming to her mind was the image of her grandmother, the woman that had raised her, the woman that had made Manon’s childhood a living hell. Who was she trying to fool? She knew nothing about motherhood!

As she kept spiraling, tears began to sting in her eyes. Manon tried to stop them to no avail. She sniffled, and the noise got Dorian’s attention. Turning his head, he found her shaking with silent sobs.

«Manon? What’s wrong?» He rushed to her side, the book completely forgotten. He pulled her to him, stroking up and down her arms, and the loving gesture only made her cry harder.

«Talk to me, love,» he whispered against her hair.

But how could she? How could she possibly express everything she was feeling? All the fear and doubt. And Dorian was so excited, Manon didn’t have the heart to take that joy away from him by telling him how she really felt about all of it.

Instead, she voiced the one question that had been playing at the front of her mind for months now. «Do you think I’ll be a good mom?»

«Oh, Manon.»

Her breaths came in choking gasps, and no matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn’t get enough air.

«Breathe,» Dorian tried to soothe, running his hands up and down her back in long, calming strokes. Manon let her forehead fall to his shoulder, clutching his shirt.

«I just-» she began, but she didn’t know what came next. Drawing a ragged breath, she tried again, «I have no idea what I’m doing! Like, do you know all the ways a baby can die? You hold it wrong and it breaks! And I have no idea how to be a mother! None! Everyone says they’ll be different than their own parents, but in the end they end up the same, and I know I will be just like my grandmother! I can’t do this! I can’t-» Her words turned into a heartbreaking sob.

«Look at me,» Dorian said, taking her face in his hands. His thumbs brushed over her cheeks, wiping away her tears only for more to follow. «Do you think I will be just like my father?»

His question took her by surprise, enough that she regained some control over her breathing. «Of course not!» Manon blurted out, wiping her eyes. «You’re nothing like him!»

«Exactly, and you’re nothing like your grandmother,» Dorian said firmly. Manon started shaking her head, but he grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

«I know you’ll be a great mom.» She was about to protest, but Dorian beat her to it. «You’ll make our child feel so safe, and loved, and supported, no matter what.»

«Dorian-» Her words died on her tongue as she saw how he looked at her, his eyes shining with love and adoration.

«You wanna know how I know that?» He pressed a kiss to her temple. «Because that’s how you make me feel, every single day.»

Dorian laid down, pulling her with him so that she lay with her head on his chest, feeling his heart beat, a steady rhythm that grounded her. Tears kept streaming down her cheeks, but her breathing had gone slow and even.

Manon broke the silence by whispering, «I’m so lucky to have you.» Dorian hummed in response.

They nearly fell asleep like that, until Manon suddenly spoke, her cracked voice startling Dorian in the process. «Will you keep reading? I wanna know how the story ends.»

This brought a huge grin to his face, and Dorian gladly slid back down to her belly, kissing it once, before picking up his discarded book. Manon settled back against her pillows while he skimmed to the right page.

Dorian cleared his throat once more, and picked up where he left, telling the story about a small, brave dragon that would much rather spend his days in fields of flowers than fighting wars.

-

«The end,» Dorian finished at last, a yawn escaping Manon’s lips.

«I liked this one,» Manon whispered. «You’re a great storyteller.» Dorian closed the book and sat up, a strange look on his face.

His eyes softened, and he said, «It’s not done yet.»

Manon’s face shifted into a confused expression, but Dorian didn’t explain further, simply placed the book on the nightstand, taking her in with burning intensity.

Outside, it had gone dark, the only source of light being the string lights that hung from the ceiling. They cast a soft, golden glow over the room, making Dorian look ethereal. He drew a ragged breath, before speaking, his voice quiet, «And as the lost man finished telling his story, he looked down at the love of his life, her white hair shining like liquid moonlight, her golden eyes glowing brighter than any star. He laid down next to her, face to face, took her hand in his, and asked, his heart ever so hopeful, ‘Will you marry me?’»

Manon couldn’t believe this was happening, her eyes widening in shock. Not pulling her gaze away from Dorian’s, the man she loved more than she could fathom, could ever put into words, she managed to choke out, «You- You’re asking me to marry you?»

«I am,» he whispered back, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from her face. «Wait a second, will you,» he blurted out, turning towards his nightstand and opening the drawer. «I actually have a ring,» he continued while rummaging around for it, his voice frantic.

«Got it,» Dorian said, facing her again. He inhaled once more, bracing himself. «I’ve had this ring for a while actually. I bought it straight after our first date, because I knew, already then, that there were no one else I’d want to spend my life with. You’re the love of my life, Manon. You’re my best friend, my equal, my everything, and I would be honored if I would also be able to call you my wife.»

How much love could a heart take before it would burst? Manon wondered to herself.

Flustered, Dorian kept talking, kept rambling, and damn her if it wasn’t the most adorable thing she had ever witnessed. «I had planned this big proposal with a candle lit dinner and roses and every other cliché ever invented, and you deserve so much more than this,» he gestured to them, to their bedroom, «but I couldn’t wait any longer, and-»

«No, it’s perfect,» Manon interrupted, shaking her head in disbelief as she took in the gorgeous ring. It was a thin, golden band with a simple, turquoise stone. It was really just perfect, all of it. Yes, she was in her - no, actually his - worn out pajamas, her hair pulled into a messy bun, her face bare, without any makeup, but it was perfect. She couldn’t have imagined it any different.

«Is that a yes then?» Dorian asked, his voice full of hope.

«Yes,» Manon laughed, and at the enormous grin appearing on her fiancé’s face, she burst into tears. «Those damn hormones,» she managed to choke out in between sobs, letting out an incredulous laughter.

Though this time it wasn’t purely the hormones’ fault. She had never felt so loved, and she knew Dorian felt the same way, because his own eyes were also lined with silver, mirroring her own.

After he put the ring on her finger, she pulled him into a tight embrace, pressing her lips to his. As they laid there, Manon took Dorian’s hand, placing it on her belly, where their child, their baby, had begun kicking ferociously. He gasped as he felt the fluttering kicks, and she couldn’t help but smile at the look of awe on his face. How right it felt, to be three. A family. Manon marveled over the feeling, something settling deep inside her.

Maybe the future wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[christianserver]

Chugging Contest

Another party. I know, I keep writing these, but it’s just so fun, and I will not stop.

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” Anthony heard Riley and Eric chanting as he came up from the basement with ice cream, and narrowed his eyes as he turned into the living room, hearing the crunching of plastic.

The noise was coming from a now-empty 2-liter bottle of soda, which was dropped off of the couch onto the carpeting. “Really, Betty?” Anthony asked flatly.

Betty let out a burp, patting her swollen stomach with a mischievous smile as it bulged out from under her shirt. “I don’t know wha-” she was interrupted by a hiccup that shook her stomach, the sloshing audible, even to him, due to how much was inside it. Anthony looked back down at the ground and saw a couple more empty 2-liter bottles, letting out a sigh. “What you’re talking about,” Betty finished.

Anthony rolled his eyes and sat down next to Betty, leaning against her giant stomach like a pillow. He pulled away as she let out a quiet groan.

“Sorry, just a little bloated and full,” she apologized, rubbing her stomach. She turned back to the movie as Anthony started dishing up the ice cream.

“Wow, does that mean you’re not going to eat all of the food?” Riley asked teasingly. Betty didn’t bother to dignify her with a response. Anthony handed Riley the dish, and took the scoop to the ice cream.

Suddenly a deafening burp rang out, causing Anthony to screw up his scoop and get some ice cream on the ground. “Oh, that’s much better,” Betty said, glancing at Anthony out of the corner of her eye. Anthony handed Eric a bowl, grabbing a napkin and wiping the spilled ice cream up.

Anthony heard another hiccup behind him, then hands grabbing his sides, his vision going dark as his head entered something warm and damp. “Betty, don’t you dare!” he protested, trying to pull himself out. But as Betty tilted her head back and forced more of him into her mouth, her throat muscles tightening around him, he knew he didn’t have a chance, and just held his breath as he splashed into the stomach, noticing the liquid level was a lot higher than usual, and he had to push his head upright and tilt it to make sure he could breathe without inhaling the sticky soda, which was soaking into his clothes and making him feel gross and sticky. “What happened to being full!?” he shouted as he pushed against the cramped stomach walls to try and get more air.

A burp shook the stomach, forcing Anthony to hold his breath for a moment. “The big burp cleared up some space,” Betty said, and Anthony felt what was probably her hand pressing against him and rubbing her stomach. “And besides, you were so upset about me drinking all the soda. Now you can have some for yourself!”

“I don’t want your stomach soda,” Anthony protested. “And I can barely breathe in here.” Unfortunately, Betty’s stomach decided to do a bunch of growls and groans when he was saying this last sentence, so she probably wasn’t going to let him out.

Luckily, the level of soda was slowly lowering, so Anthony didn’t have to nearly press his face against the top of her stomach so he could get some air. He lay back, still tilting his head back, and feeling Betty’s stomach groaning and shifting quietly from the leftover carbonation from the soda, a quiet burp coming from Betty.

“How ya doin’?” Betty asked, patting Anthony through the stomach wall, causing some of the soda to slosh around. He held his breath, not wanting to accidentally inhale any more than he had to.

“Well, I can breathe now, so that’s a plus,” he said once the soda waves had died down a bit. “Next time don’t drink too much soda.”

“Alright, fine,” Betty said, not sounding like she was taking what he had said seriously. The stomach shook and a groan came from Betty as she stood up, using a hand to help support Anthony. She took a few steps, each one causing the stomach to twist slightly. It groaned quietly as the shaking from her steps stopped. “Now, Riley, ready to go home?”

“Yeah, sure- WAIT!” Riley started as the stomach jolted from sudden movement, and the quiet groaning rose to a crescendo as a heavy shape landed on top of Anthony, pushing him under the sugary surface of the miniature soda pond. He shoved Riley off and sat up, taking a deep gasp of air. He was close and tight with Riley, unable to get any personal space in between them.

“G’bye, Eric,” Betty said fondly as the stomach started shaking and twisting again, suggesting she was walking again.

“Bye, Betts, let them out before you go to bed, okay?” Eric suggested, his voice muffled due to being outside of Betty’s stomach.

“No promises!” Betty chuckled as a creaking came from the door from her going outside.

“Don’t you just love friends that always lis-” Anthony started, before shutting his mouth as the stomach heaved around them, the click that came from moments ago suggesting Betty was climbing into her car, and something that felt like a steering wheel digging into him.

“Ugh, how close the seat is feels so uncomfortable,” Betty complained, shifting the seat backwards so the pressure eased up, though it was the steering wheel was probably barely in her reach now..

“Not having people in your stomach would probably help with that,” Riley suggested, but Betty didn’t respond as she started up the car.

“At least most of the soda’s drained out, so we can breath without having to move around awkwardly,” Anthony said, for once looking on the bright side of things.

“Yeah, she’s not good with-”

Betty interrupted Riley. “Y’all better shush, or I’ll keep you in there tonight,” she demanded.

Riley let out a quiet sigh, and the two guys listened to the groans of the car and Betty’s gut until they pulled to a stop a couple minutes later. The stomach shook again, but the liquid level was low enough so they didn’t need to hold their breath as Betty climbed out of her car and went inside a building, and the stomach started to wobble slightly as she started to dry heave. Riley climbed up slightly, and grabbed Anthony’s hand, being clumsy in the darkness. “Almost out,” he whispered. “Then it’ll be time to raise our water bill.”

Anthony chuckled as he felt the stomach start to heave, pushing Riley, then him up her esophagus, it clutching tightly around them before they spilled out onto some damp, but soft carpeting. “Fresh air, how wonderful,” Riley gasped, taking a few deep breaths.

“Ugh. There, I’m not a monster,” Betty rolled her eyes, a hand set on her stomach and looking slightly queasy. “Have a good night, seeya.” She turned and walked out the door.

“Bye!” Riley called as she closed the door behind her, trying to find a dry spot on his clothing to rub his hand off on. “Rock, paper, scissors to see who gets the shower first?”

Anthony slowly blinked at Riley, before scrambling to his feet and running as fast as he could to the bathroom. “HEY!” Riley called out, climbing up awkwardly and stopping himself, seeing how far ahead Anthony was. “Leave some hot water for me, alright?” he called through the door.

“Don’t worry,” Anthony called back with a smile as he turned on the shower to let it warm up. “You could also try using the sink instead of getting everything sticky.”

“I’m not an apple from the grocery store, you idiot,” Riley retorted, but Anthony heard footsteps moving away. Man, he was tired. He hoped he didn’t fall asleep in the shower again. Riley would not be happy about that.

[kinkstuffig]

Lactose Revenge

Fic idea: a tells b that they like them. B doesn’t get it. A gets upset and drinks milk. Gets a little sick cuz lactose intolerant. B does something else. A does it again but really sick this time. B comforts and then understands.

Tommy took a deep breath, psyching himself up for this. He would finally tell Gabe how he felt about him. Gabe walked into the kitchen, his black hair and almond skin making Tommy almost drool. 

“Can I tell you something?” Tommy asked tentatively. His blue eyes glanced up and then down.

“Sure. Anything,” Gabe replied, smiling. 

“I… I like you.” He let out a long breath. There. He’d said it. Now he just needed to know how Gabe felt.

“Awww. Thanks buddy. I like you too.” Gabe put a friendly had on his shoulder, then got his coffee and left the kitchen. 

Tommy frowned. He felt deflated. Gabe didn’t understand what he had meant. Tommy poured himself a tall glass of milk. Since he was lactose intolerant,this was sort of like a punishment. He had failed in his mission. he deserved to feel like crap.

1 hr later

As predicted, the milk wasn’t agreeing with him. Tommy’s stomach sloshed and churned and he felt dizzy and nauseous. He wandered into the living room, hand on his belly. 

“Hey there- Are you alright?” Gabe looked concerned. He stood up from the couch and walked over to Tommy. “Are you sick?” He put his hand to Tommy’s forehead, checking for a temperature. 

“Just a little upset stomach,” Tommy muttered, brushing Gabe’s hand away. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Do you need anything?”

“I was on my way to the medicine cabinet, actually.”

“You go lay down. I’ll take care of you.”

Tommy blushed even though it was obvious that Gabe didn’t mean it in a romantic way. He went to his room and lay down. Gabe came in with some pills and a glass of water. “Here take this and get some rest.” 

Tommy smiled. He took the pills and rolled over while Gabe pulled the covers up over him. 

Days pass

Once again, Tommy felt defeated and unloved. He’d made Gabe his favorite sandwich to take to work that day but when he went to make his own lunch he found it still in the fridge. Apparently Gabe preferred to go out instead of eating the food lovingly crafted for him by his best friend. 

Tommy decided to drown his sorrows in a few pints of ice cream. He had chocolate chip, strawberry mango, and Neapolitan. That amount of food alone would upset his delicate stomach. seeing how high the dairy content of this meal was, being ill the rest of the day was inevitable.

Gabe came home from work to find Tommy asleep on the couch. At least he thought he was asleep. As he got closer he could hear the moans and whimpers coming from him and he saw the uncomfortable squirming.

“Are you feeling ill again?” Gabe asked. Tommy pulled the blanket over his head and groaned.

“That’s a yes then.” Gabe walked over to the couch and sat down on the floor next to it. “Come out?” He asked. 

A whimpered “no” came from under the blankets.

“Pretty please?”

The blanket shook its head shaped area.

“If you come out I can try to make you feel better.”

Slowly Tommy pulled the blanket down till his face was showing.

“Hey there sunshine.” Gabe booped his nose. “What’s got you so sick all the time?”

Tommy nearly whispered “you”, but he stopped himself and shrugged instead. 

“Well what’s feeling bad? I can’t help without a list of symptoms.” Gabe ran his fingers through Tommy’s hair, noticing the sweat and slightly raised temperature of his friend.

“Mostly my tummy.”

“Awww. Little Tommy has a tummy ache.” Gabe chuckled.

Tommy scrunched up his face. “It’s not funny.”

“Sorry. Can I see it?”

Tommy nodded. He pulled the blanket down and tried to sit up but when he reached verticality,he curled up again, whimpering from the pain.

“You don’t have to sit up. It’s ok. Just stay where you are and let me have a look.”

Gabe gently pulled up Tommy’s shirt, which was already slightly stretched, to look at the swollen belly underneath. It was bloated and red and Gabe could hear the loud unhappy noises it was making. 

“Poor little belly. What did you eat recently?”

Tommy muttered something indecipherable and blushed.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Three pints of ice cream…?” Tommy said it a little louder,sounding guilty.

Gabe gaped for a minute before saying, “well that explains a lot.”

Tommy smiled ruefully. “Yep.”

“Well, you kind of deserve this stomach ache but I’ll help you with it anyway because I’m a nice person.”

“Thanks.” Tommy looked happy for all of two seconds before he scrunched his face into a grimace of pain. His belly kept making loud noises. “Oww.”

Gabe gazed at Tommy, who looked rather pitiful. He put his hands on Tommy’s belly and began to massage. For a few seconds Tommy looked like he was going to throw up but he just burped and then seemed much more peaceful.

“Is this helping?”

Tommy nodded. “Yeah, a lot.”

Gabe rubbed his belly for almost an hour. By then, Gabe’s hands had gotten tired and Tommy had fallen asleep. Tommy’s tummy was still angry though, so Gabe went into the kitchen to make a soothing tea. When he opened the fridge, he saw the sandwich and finally understood. Tommy didn’t just like him. He liked him. 

This kid was more love sick than actually sick. Although his stomach was pretty jacked up from all the ice cream. This realization was actually a relief to Gabe. He’d liked Tommy for a while.

The tea was boiling so he poured it and took it back out to Tommy. Tommy rolled over and looked up at Gabe sleepily. 

“Wanna cuddle.” He gave Gabe his big, blue puppy dog eyes. Gabe almost melted. Tommy was just soooo cute.

“Ok.” He took the tea into his bedroom and then carried a slightly surprised Tommy in and laid him on the bed. 

“Sorry I didn’t bring the sandwich to work with me today. I know you worked really hard on it. I had a meeting with my boss over lunch and she wanted me to go out with her so I couldn’t eat it at work. Sorry.”

“Its ok. i'm not mad.”

“Are you sure? You seemed pretty upset earlier.” Gabe gently poked Tommy’s slightly less swollen belly. 

Tommy squirmed uncomfortably. “Yea. I’m not the best at dealing with my feelings.”

“Drink some tea. It should help.”

Tommy dutifully drank his tea. He felt warm from his toes to his nose and it made him even more sleepy. “Mmmm,” he purred lazily. 

Gabe smiled. He was like a little teddy bear. Gabe wrapped his arms around Tommy, spooning him slightly and being very careful of his tummy. Tommy leaned into the cuddle, closing his eyes and making contented noises. Gabe gave Tommy gentle kisses all over the back of his neck. They cuddled until they both fell asleep.

[omegabaekhyun]

vampire chanyeol

( this is on my ao3 too, its titled too much too soon! )

chanyeol’s gotten better with the whole feeding from living humans thing, but with great power comes great responsibility and the great need to still nap off a big meal. that being said… he’s figured he fed too much today. he’s decided to take a nap to make himself feel better, but he’s having trouble sleeping. his belly is protesting against the amount of blood he’s managed to drink, which is extremely uncomfortable. he’d actually drained someone, someone he didn’t know, and then baekhyun had offered.. he couldn’t say no, not when baekhyun had looked so perfectly delicious. he hates that he thinks like that. he groans softly, rolling over to try and get comfy again. he needs to control himself better, next time, or he’ll lose control. it’d happened, almost, the first time he fed from baekhyun. he sighs deeply, listening to his bulging gut groan in protest of all the blood he’s managed to cram in there. the guilt of accidentally killing someone during a feeding session is creeping up on him slowly, pushing through the discomfort and bombarding him with the overwhelming urge to cry. he presses his face into his pillow, sighing loudly. he wishes he’d be able to sleep, but neither baekhyun nor jongin is around. his tummy lets out an angry growl, followed by a loud, pained sigh escaping his lips. none of this was a good idea, he has so many regrets. he rolls over and whines into his pillow, his stomach letting out sloshing gurgles when he moves. 

“chanyeol?” baekhyun’s soft voice interrupts his thoughts. the small human is standing in the doorway, pouting. he looks so sleepy, he must have just woken up. chanyeol had put him down for a nap after feeding from him, knowing that humans get drowsy after a vampire feeds off of them. 

“what?” chanyeol groans, rolling over so he’s on his back again. his sloshy belly gurgles loudly, letting baekhyun know how displeased it is. 

“was gonna ask to snuggle..” baekhyun mumbles, rubbing his eyes. “but your tummy is upset, huh?” he shuffles over to chanyeol’s bed, laying down beside him. chanyeol’s belly groans when baekhyun settles his hands over it, rubbing the swollen expanse of his vampire boyfriend’s blood-stuffed tummy. 

“a little,” chanyeol admits, belching into his hand. “i.. well. you know. i had a pretty big meal before i snacked on you, baek.”

“i figured,” the smaller murmurs, running his hands over chanyeol’s engorged gut. it rumbles under his palms, churning and gurgling as it tries to process everything. there’s just too much, chanyeol is surprised his stomach hasn’t burst inside of him. baekhyun hums softly, feeling ripples of movement beneath his palms when chanyeol’s huge tummy gurgles. “look at you, chanyeol. can you even move?” 

“not right now,” chanyeol groans. “i’m too stuffed.” 

“i bet you are, yeollie.” baekhyun sighs, patting his boyfriend’s tummy. “i’ll rub your belly until you can sleep, okay? you look so tired… it took a lot of energy to cram all this in there, hm?” baekhyun’s gentle hands resume their motions, rubbing over the slightly stretched skin of chanyeol’s swollen stomach. he leans down, pressing gentle kisses along chanyeol’s bulging tummy. the vampire moves slightly and his bloated, squishy belly quivers, moaning and rumbling. 

“fuck,” he groans, belching quietly as his engorged gut rumbles. “it hurts, baek.”

“well, yeah. your poor tummy is so stretched out, baby.” baekhyun kisses the top of chanyeol’s head, keeping his small hands splayed over chanyeol’s large, overstuffed belly. “look, yeollie. look at that big, bulging belly of yours. you did that to yourself. you drained a person of all their blood, and even then it wasn’t enough for your greedy tummy… you had to have some from me, too.” 

“baek, shut up,” chanyeol groans, clutching at his stomach. “stop talking about it, i’m gonna be sick if you mention how full i am.” 

“poor baby..” baekhyun coos, rubbing the sides of chanyeol’s stuffed, bulging gut. “take it easy next time. if you’re going to drain a whole person, pick someone smaller, or else your tummy might really pop.” chanyeol whimpers at the thought of his actual stomach organ rupturing inside of him. 

“i didn’t mean to kill him, baek,” he hiccups, resting his soft cheek against baekhyun’s shoulder. “he got in the way.”

“stupid boy,” baekhyun murmurs, petting chanyeol’s hair. “you’re so stupid, aren’t you, chanyeol? you made a little mistake and now your belly is paying the price. i kinda like seeing you so full like this, though. the fact that you can manage to get this big and round amazes me.”

“baek, stop..” chanyeol whines, his face flushing a bright red. 

“what? i’m just appreciating you and your new talents, sweetheart.” baekhyun replies, kissing chanyeol’s cold lips. “i’m amazed by your big, round belly, yeol. i think i wanna watch next time you feed off someone, just to see what happens…” 

“i don’t want you to see,” chanyeol whimpers, and suddenly he’s crying. he presses his cheek against baekhyun’s chest, whimpering and sobbing. “i don’t ever want you.. to see me kill someone.” 

he can’t stop crying, even though he’s told baekhyun he never wants the smaller to watch him feed like this. baekhyun cradles chanyeol to his chest, kissing the top of his head and gently rubbing his belly. the poor fledgling whimpers and whines when his stomach gurgles and groans, trying to burrow into baekhyun as all the blood he’s had sloshes around noisily inside his belly. 

“sweetheart,” baekhyun murmurs, rubbing chanyeol’s back. “my darling, don’t cry… i won’t ever watch if you don’t want me to. i promise, yeollie. please stop crying, you’re gonna make yourself sick. yeollie, chanyeollie, shhh.. you’re okay, baby… don’t move so much, you’re gonna upset your belly even more.” 

“baek…” chanyeol whimpers, sniffling. “baekhyunnie…”

“i’ve got you, my chanyeollie..” baekhyun presses a gentle kiss to the top of his lover’s head. “just relax, okay? it was an accident, love. you won’t kill anyone ever again, baby. you’re still learning, aren’t you? it was a mistake, sweetheart. everyone makes mistakes. you just need to take it slow. your poor belly can’t handle this much, can it?” 

“hurts,” chanyeol groans, pressing his cheek against baekhyun’s soft chest. “baekhyunnie, it hurts so much..” his bloated tummy rumbles, as if telling him he needs to have less next time. 

“poor baby…” baekhyun coos, rubbing a small hand over chanyeol’s sore, swollen stomach. ���we’ll figure out some ways for you to prevent this, okay? how about we get some blood and put it jars, so you can drink from them when you need it? or.. me. you can take a little bit when you feel hungry.”

“i don’t wanna talk about it right now, baek,” chanyeol moans, pressing a hand against his bloated stomach. 

“okay, okay…” baekhyun murmurs, petting chanyeol’s tummy. “we’ll talk when you feel better, baby pup.” 

he carefully moves so he’s sort of laying down, letting chanyeol use him as a pillow. the vampire whimpers against his lover’s soft chest, squeezing his eyes shut. his noisy belly rumbles under baekhyun’s soft palms, dragging a whine out of him. baekhyun shushes him gently, rubbing soothing circles along the swollen expanse of chanyeol’s stomach. eventually, baekhyun’s gentle rubbing puts chanyeol to sleep, the vampire slumped and snoring against his chest. baekhyun swears his boyfriend is drooling, but he doesn’t make any move to wake the sleeping fledgling. chanyeol seems so new to this lifestyle. most older vampires teach their fledglings not to drink so much blood that their bellies are so incredibly full, so swollen and stretched, but no one taught chanyeol anything. chanyeol, abandoned by his sire, has to learn on his own. he’s sensitive, far too soft for a life like this. baekhyun remembers when it happened, how chanyeol had laid down for a nap after sneaking in covered in blood. the marks in his neck told baekhyun everything. he’d held chanyeol when the poor fledgling cried over how scared he was, kissing his forehead and telling him he’d be alright. he was the first human chanyeol drank from, sinking his long fangs into baekhyun’s thin wrist because he hadn’t wanted to try biting his neck. baekhyun was so scared for chanyeol then, afraid the poor thing would hurt himself. he holds chanyeol while the fledgling sleeps, patting his engorged tummy when it rumbles quietly. chanyeol looks so calm and youthful when he sleeps, the almost permanent furrow of his eyebrows gone, his mouth set in a tiny pout. he’s so adorable. baekhyun leans down, pressing a tiny soft kiss to chanyeol’s nose. eventually, he falls asleep. 

he wakes up with chanyeol’s head still resting against his chest. the fledgling is still fast asleep, but he’s whimpering in his sleep, clutching at baekhyun’s shirt. his tummy is still swollen, straining against his shirt and rumbling softly. the material of baekhyun’s shirt is wet around his chest, near where chanyeol’s cheek rests. the poor fledgling is crying in his sleep, no doubt over a bad dream or his aching belly. baekhyun rubs chanyeol’s back, kissing his forehead and cheeks until the vampire wakes up, groggy and weepy. 

“hi, baby bat,” baekhyun coos, pressing a soft kiss to chanyeol’s temple. “what’s the matter, buttercup? is your tummy still hurting?” 

“baek,” chanyeol whimpers, pressing himself against his smaller boyfriend. his aching belly gurgles loudly, almost like it’s demanding that baekhyun should rub it. “hurts…”

“oh, sweetheart… it’s gonna be okay.” his slender hand rubs over chanyeol’s bloated belly gently, feeling it gurgle beneath his palm. “your tummy is still trying to digest it all. gosh, so noisy… does it hurt a lot?”

“mmh..” the whiny fledgling nods, coughing up a strained belch. “ugh, yeah.”

“okay… well, i’m just gonna rub your tummy until you feel better.” baekhyun kisses chanyeol’s forehead gently, continuing to rub his full tummy until chanyeol gets sleepy once again. 

“thank you, baekkie…” he whines, pulling his shirt up to give baekhyun complete access to his round tummy. 

“you think you’re gonna get chubby, yeollie?” baekhyun asks softly, patting the fledgling’s stomach. “you’d look so cute…”

“i dunno, maybe. i dunno if blood works exactly the same as food, baek.”

“oh, well. i guess we’ll see. i hope you gain some chub, you’d look so cute… and you’d be even softer.” the human giggles.

“we’ll see.” chanyeol says, patting his round, noisy belly. it gurgles loudly, churning beneath his palm... it feels so weird.

“you’re so cute, baby bat… so fucking cute.” baekhyun presses soft kisses to chanyeol’s cold cheeks. “take another nap, you’ll feel better.”

so chanyeol naps, blissful and sort of warm while baekhyun rubs his overstuffed tummy. what a life he’s living. he could get used to this. 

[currytums]

Don't worry about what I do

A fluffy ficlet

Lydia rested beside Vergil, cuddled up with her face buried against his neck. Her breath was just a little too warm against his skin for his comfort, but she was dozing in and out of consciousness - not to be disturbed without urgency.

Her eyelids fluttered open when he spoke her name, a not-so-graceful whistle from her nose as she glanced up at him with a smile. Her cheek that rested on the bed scrunched one eye up oddly as she watched his peaceful expression, but she seemed nearly ready to sleep again.

One of her hands already clasped his own matching one, and she brought the other to rest on his side, near his waist. Her eyes closed, but she had a mischievous smile as her hand trailed across his chest briefly, then down his abdomen. Her fingers tickled at something soft and warm, peeking out of his just barely too tight shirt.

He sucked in air, and the beginning of a gut he had developed only recently, so he thought. Even as the muscles contracted, the tips of her nails still grazed the puffy skin ever so slightly and a warm laugh fell from her lips.

"I wish you wouldn't do that," said Vergil, pulling her tightly against his form to restrict her movements.

It was his own fault. He had started learning to cook, partially to impress her, but somehow he had become a little too fond of his own fare. The often dehydrated and malnourished abs he once sported had melted into a plump little tummy. To his disdain, it made him feel more human, but that was the very reason Lydia loved it so.

"You've been practicing again," she hummed, still sleepy. "Have you always been this comfy?"

He buried his nose in her scalp, enjoying the pleasant scent of silky honey. "You know the answer to that very well."

Lydia's eyes opened again and she cooed just a little. "You're not blaming me, are you?"

His grip relaxed as she curled against him, putting both of her hands on his hips now, where his sides were just a little softer than either of them were used to. "Not blaming, no, but you haven't exactly helped. You're an enabler."

With a delighted twinkle in her eye, she gave him a gentle squeeze. "It's not all bad, is it? You used to be so sharp and bony…"

He didn't care for the way her hands groped at his fleshier sides, and he nudged one hand away. Her freed hand came up to his face to cup his cheek while she looked at him, a loving expression that he felt he was melting under.

"I don't know how Dante does it," he muttered, placing his hand on top of the one on his cheek so that she wouldn't pull it away. "All that pizza and he stays as trim as ever. Don't I stay in practice just as much as he does? Where does it go?"

Lydia giggled, stroking his cheek with her thumb. He had warmed up to the idea of her and only her being allowed to touch him like this. It warmed her from the inside out, knowing how far he had come, from his cold exterior all the way to going so far as to keep her from stopping when she touched him.

"You don't take on as many jobs as he does," she said. Though it wasn't an insult, his competitive nature bristled. "But you have that… teleport thing you do. I won't say it doesn't take a strong core to swing around a sword like the Yamato, but Dante might be a little more mobile than you."

She was pretty sure Dante was just as baffled by that situation, as much of the greasy food as he inhaled, over the years he had bulked up rather than out.

Vergil, on the other hand, who had been eating healthier, probably just didn't account for the extra calories when he started taste testing his own cooking. On the subject of human fare, with which he was barely accustomed, he was starting to form Preferences. Preferences that were making themselves quite known in that ring of chub around his middle.

"Maybe I do need better exercise," he mumbled to himself, tugging his shirt down over his belly. The shirt made it over the lip of that pudge, but it was stuffed in, the line still visible from the underside where it stuck out just a little too far. "Or at least new clothes. Dante will hardly let me live it down if he sees this."

He didn't like to stand out in a way he wasn't comfortable with. Between the two brothers, being "the fat one" wasn't at all appealing.

"Get a bigger shirt," teased Lydia, leaning up to give him a gentle peck on the cheek. "I'm still loving this softer you."

His nose crinkled with repulsion when her hand on his hips moved, swiping her finger along the underside of his bloated middle. "Don't get too used to it. It won't be here for much longer."

-

Vergil found himself lying on his back, biting his lip with effort as he tried to get his pants button to close. It was so close, how had this happened? His face felt warm from frustration and shame, but at last the button was fastened. Wasn't this his biggest pair of pants? Had it shrunk? The care instructions for leather were very particular, but he had gotten caught in the rain only a week ago.

No, he knew the truth; he couldn't delude himself even at the worst of times.

His pants had been tight the day before, but now it had somehow become impossible. He suspected he was still bloated from the previous night's dinner, being an early riser, but that meant that growing out of this pair wasn't too far ahead of his future, if he couldn't curb himself. His diet was out of control.

He was a picky eater, he'd discovered, with particular tastes. He hated anything that settled too heavily by itself in the pit of his belly, but he had developed a tendency to feed and overfeed whenever he cooked. His skills were improving, taking to the craft surprisingly quickly, and there were rarely leftovers. Lydia appreciated his home cooking, but she enjoyed even more watching seconds and then thirds disappear into his ever growing stomach.

He couldn't quite explain what would come over him when he ate like that, perhaps so used to ignoring any hunger he might have felt (since he technically didn't need to eat for survival) that he didn't know when to quit. Or maybe he was enjoying it. The sensation of fullness hadn't been unknown to him, with old, fuzzy memories of his mother's cooking. Perhaps he'd forgotten what it felt like.

It didn't exactly benefit him to gorge himself so eagerly, though. On Lydia's suggestion, he attempted to rely less on his ability to teleport short distances during combat, but that proved difficult for a few reasons. One being that his personal combat style relied on it more than he realized. The other was that all the extra weight was beginning to slow him down, and he wasn't burning his feasts off as quickly as he was putting them away.

He had replaced his meager wardrobe once already, but he was due again soon, it seemed. His shirts would be alright for a little while longer, but his pants felt much like a second skin, leaving a tantalizing muffin top around his positively stuffed waistband.

Though he only truly felt frustrated, rather than self-conscious, his vanity wouldn't allow him to associate the swollen figure in the mirror with himself. His pudgier hand rested on the thick layer of fat above his waistband, and he sighed. He didn't particularly feel like facing this side of him right now.

At least Dante was kind enough, or smart enough, to keep his mouth shut, but Vergil knew his brother wasn't blind. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I regain my form after throwing away twenty years of my life, only to ruin my figure immediately. This life has been one bad decision after another."

Tired of seeing himself in this state, he flipped a switch and began to change. Scutes and scales covered his body, as horns protruded from his increasingly less human head, becoming something made of teeth and claws and bitter cold. Wings hid most of his form, and a long tail extended from somewhere down his back, snaking uncomfortably in the suddenly smaller room. This form couldn't blink, or he might have been tempted to squeeze his eyes shut before he could get a good look at the damage he'd done to this form as well.

He would admit, he spent less time in this form than his human form, especially lately. Dante had some rather crass words about both of their devil trigger forms, finding them unsightly at the best of times, but at the very least, Vergil enjoyed the sheer power it rewarded him with when he entered that state. He had never really thought of it as being ugly, or even particularly handsome.

Still, things were different than he remembered.

His room was a bit more cramped than he remembered, in this form. Lifting his wings away from his body, he could see that he remained quite heavy-set in this form as well, but he couldn't recall having to stoop to stand in the room without his horns reaching the tall ceiling before. Had he gotten taller to accommodate the extra weight?

His wings ached for the open air, but as large as this form had become, there was no way he was squeezing his girth through the hatch to the roof, and there was little room to open a portal with the Yamato.

The door creaked open, and Lydia walked in. She had gone home the previous evening, but hadn't hesitated to come by first thing in the morning, apparently.

"Whoa," she murmured.

Her eyes followed from his clawed feet to his face as her eyes trailed up his figure. Her expression confirmed his suspicion, and he released a metallic sounding sigh, sitting down on the floor to relax his shoulders.

She shut the door behind her, blinking up at him. "I thought it felt a little cool up here. What's, uh… all this?"

Vergil shrugged, waving one hand flippantly, a somewhat comical gesture from the overgrown demon. "Taking stock, I suppose."

She loosened her scarf as she entered the room further, walking close enough that she was standing right beside him.

The difference in his size was much more staggering with her as a point of reference. She was a little on the short side already, and his devil trigger form was already by no means petite, but he knew how he measured up to her. Easily. Now, in the high-ceilinged room, she looked even smaller.

He lifted his clawed hand, studying the cracked and scaly palms for a moment, before she put her hands on his large one. She was looking at him with a baffled expression, but he couldn't offer much of an explanation.

"Did you, uh… hit a growth spurt?" she asked.

He snorted, turning his head away, but not moving his hand. "It's because of my human form."

"Yeah, I guessed that," she said, fitting one of her hands around his entire thumb. "But hey, looking good."

He decided to transform back, not thrilled with how little he could move in his own room that way. He would at least be able to stretch in his human form, though not too much, or he risked making a spectacle of himself for Lydia. He returned to the form and height she was most familiar with.

She came in closer, delighted, content to cuddle up to his soft sides. She couldn't help herself, wrapping one arm around his belly from behind, burying her face against him. "You look like you have a lot on your mind."

The idea that he could enjoy any part of this experience revolted him, but the hand on his middle was soothing. He didn't push her away, even when her fingers started to tease the taut buttons of his shirt.

"Careful," he warned, aware of exactly how tight those buttons were.

"Relax, I'm not going to mess anything up," she said, nuzzling him with her cheek.

Peering in the mirror, he turned his head from side to side, blinking. He felt heavier than he knew he actually looked, but he was sure his face had plumped up some as well, by this point. He felt himself warming up from embarrassment. His jaw had definitely not been that soft before.

Her hands were becoming a welcome distraction to keep him from dwelling on it, even though it also proved how big he was getting. She moved her hand in wide, deliberate circles across his belly, and he found himself more focused on that motion than anything else he saw in the mirror.

"You really like this body, don't you?" he asked, looking down at her hand. He placed his hand over her arm, and she brought her other arm to wrap around his waist in a warm hug.

Contact like this… it still made Vergil nervous. To be held close in someone's arms, in a human's, no less, was strange. It was a sensation he'd craved for so long… he wouldn't question it, for fear that she'd let go.

"I really do," she hummed, pressing both hands flat against either side of his belly.

His shoulders relaxed slightly as he gave a well-meaning sigh, accompanied by a soft smile. "Enough to come visit me before your normal waking hours?"

"I thought we could get some breakfast," she admitted, looking up at him. "I know you don't really need to eat and you've only really been eating to taste your own cooking, but… I just thought it would be fun?"

As she spoke, she squeezed gently with her hands, kneading his doughy middle.

He looked in the mirror again, on a whim, assessing the damage again. His biggest problem was that he wasn't burning enough calories, not the fact that he allowed himself to eat at all, though he had been eating more than his share as well. If his habits didn't change, he would find the measurement of his waistline continuing to climb.

He was reminded of his time as the demon king, gorging himself on the blood of thousands of humans. The high had been dizzying, kept his mind foggy with euphoria while he rooted himself in that heinous tree like a fattened tick. Now he actually resembled one.

But he didn't want to say no to her, either. A weakness. He didn't want to admit be had one, but having something to treasure - and keeping it - was the very reason he had lived the way he had, as misguided as he may have been when he was younger.

"Aren't our choices fairly limited, at this hour?" he asked, rolling his eyes.

Lydia trailed her fingertips on him as she pulled away, grinning. "Yeah… but there are a few diners in town. I know this one place, it's a little pricey for the kind of food, but the portions are huge, so it's worth it. If you don't want to risk it…"

She was definitely egging him on, as he suspected. He didn't quite see the appeal of this figure of his, with his less defined features, softer chest, and the red marks that mottled his bare skin because of how portly he had become in such a short time. He didn't see what she saw, he guessed. How could this appeal to her more than when he had been fit? But the way she touched him was more tender than it had ever been before, a surprise to both of them. As long as he could still keep her from harm, he didn't want that to stop.

He turned to face her, stroking the back of his hand down her cheek. "If we leave now, there won't be very much of a crowd."

He didn't want to admit that the reason he didn't want to be observed by any other patrons was because of his struggle to button his pants. If he stuffed himself, he would probably lose the button entirely. If his favorite coat still fit… but he had been unable to button it closed around his corpulent figure for some time, and the sleeves were just a tad too tight to move comfortably in.

"Let us go," he murmured, a fond look in his eyes as he petted her face with his thumb.

If he didn't like the restaurant, he didn't have to finish his food, after all. Perhaps he could take it home…

[clown-bait]

Monster Family (Monster Roommate AU) CH9

HIATUS OVER! Im back! I had to take some time off in the fall because holy hell life got crazy! But Im back and Im determined to finish this and get the story through IT ch2 idk how long that will take me but now that Im financially stable I finallly have time to write!

CH 9 Hospital

When you're on a diet the last place you want to go to is an ice cream shop where temptation surrounds you in every corner. For Pennywise staring at a room full of screaming crying infants was like standing in an ice cream shop with a growling stomach and the world's biggest sweet tooth. 

They were so helpless and plump he could just pluck one up and swallow it whole. No one would even notice! They're all just right there! The Adam's apple of his human form bobbed up and down as he gulped and pressed a hand to the window. 

"First time dad?" A man was speaking to him he sounded disgustingly confident and joyful.

"Yes." He answered distantly.

"Aw congrats son! My wife just popped out number 3 right there! Cute little tyke, those legs look like a future football star's legs I'm tellin ya! Nice and plump gonna be a strong runner!"

Robert Grey wiped his lips with his sleeve as he stared at the squirming drumsticks. 

"So newbie which one of the little rascals here is yours? Wait don't tell me, the one with the fish eyes HA!"

Robert held back a snarl. "My offspring have not arrived yet." He said almost ominously 

"Ah hell don't be nervous pal! You'll be fine!"

"I do not get nervous." Robert did growl this time. He wanted to leave not only because this human stunk of pork rinds and grass cuttings but more so that he was stressed being in this place. There was a lot of fear in these halls possibly some of his own. His mate's seizing body was still fresh in his mind and the blood from her head was still under some of his fingernails. She will definitely kill him when she wakes up.

"Mister um Grey? Your wife is…..well she's stable will you please come with me?" A nurse called to him. Finally an excuse to leave. 

"Go get em champ!" He heard the human male call out to him. The eldritch decided that none of his offspring will be participating in this game of footballs just to avoid ever encountering this loud individual again. 

"We don't know how to tell you this sir but your wife is….well she has no pulse... Medically speaking she should be dead.." Robert stood unamused at the door of a hospital room he really did not want to be in. "I'm aware of that." He growled at the confused nurse. He should probably make her not see the fact that leech was a card-carrying member of the living dead but to be honest he wasn't focusing too much on what people saw and did not see. Most of his attention was on the strange male who insisted they came here instead of home. He didn't like the smell of him and did not like that his mind was unreadable. All he knew about him was that he knew his mate and had more than just a guitar in that case he carried. 

When the man found them it was Robert Grey's face he wore while he stood in the middle of the road. The creature frantically licked his seizing mate whos swollen stomach flashed frantically with muffled light. No matter what he did, he couldn't get it to stop and his silver desperate eyes reflected back in the approaching headlights. The following conversation was a blur,  the man apparently had met them the night before on that wonderfully brilliant bender he went on. Something about getting his mate to the hospital something about a friend who worked there….

"Sir? Are you all alright? " The nurse asked and brought the eldritch out of his thoughts. He let out a very inhuman snarl and pushed past the woman "sir! We need to discuss this more there's the matter of an ultrasound and-" Pennywise slammed the door behind him. He glanced up at the scene before him; another nurse fussed over the unconscious vampire smearing ointment on her stomach as she lay as still as a fresh corpse. He did not like the way they touched her nor the smell of the bandages on her head.

"Oh you must be the father? We're about to take a look at the baby." She said cheerfully. Pennywise's scowl did not change. 

The instrument pressed into his brood and a fang twitched over his lip. How dare this filth touch his mate and his eggs. He moved to protect but stopped when little lights began to dimly glow beneath the surface of Leech's pale skin. The nurse was mumbling something about seeing babies then she froze jaw going slack at the sight of the monitor. The infant deadlights within his vampire all shined through the screen, paralyzing their victim while rotating hypnotically just like their parent lights. The eldritch finally softened his gaze at the sight of his offspring. Pride stole his breath away from him and his scowl slowly warmed into a smile. Not even born and already making kills. He understood it all now, pride in something other than himself. Was he crying? Can he cry? Pennywise was lost in pondering these new emotions not even registering that his mate had come to and had bitten into the brain scrambled nurse. Leech hissed as she sucked the life out of the woman reflecting soulless eyes at the dumbstruck cosmic horror who was still completely mesmerized by all the strange new parental feelings it was trying to process. He didn't move till the empty body fell to the floor snapping back to reality at the sound of the heavy thud. Leech returned to a reclined position resting her palm on her churning stomach feeling the happy buzzing beneath her skin coughing and wheezing as if the blood she just consumed was her first breath of life.

A tissue dragged over her lips and one of her eyes slowly opened to watch Robert hover over her. "You're in trouble." She muttered.

"When am I not." He smirked and licked the tissue before swiping blood from her cheek particularly hard. 

"You didn't even propose you dick!" Leech growled and gingerly sat up. 

"Was tired of being bothered." Her mate tossed the tissue aside and instead switched to running his thumb over her cool lips. He licked his fingers clean with a satisfied groan. 

"That's not really the point of getting married Pen." Leech replied quietly and the mood changed fast. Robert's hands pulled away from her and a coldness filled the air. The eldritch stepped back towards the door and Leech could see the hurt on his features even if he hid it.

"..........You do not want this?" was he sad? Oh great drama queen is upset. 

"Hey I'm having your fucking babies egg head!" She blurted out trying to get out of the bed but struggled from her size. Her mate was already getting ready to walk out. "Pen don't fucking jump to conclusions. I don't want this in the way you did it! That's what has me upset!" She felt fear in her throat followed by the pain of her own children feeding off her. Tears spilled from her eyes as ichor bubbled from her mouth. "I want it to fucking mean something to you, like it does for me!" She gurgled weakly spilling black goo from her lips to the floor. Her mate did finally stop trying to leave much to her relief. She coughed and gripped the bed tightly. "I didn't even get a bachelorette party…." She could feel herself panting and she shifted back to a reclining position. "Hey, I still love you, you big drama queen. Don't ever doubt that. Can we just discuss this post offspring? I got a lot on my plate right now."  After an uncomfortable silence he turned to her with wild golden eyes. "They look like me." Was all he said. 

"They eat like you too." Leech sighed wiping her own blood from her lips. Robert's lip twitched upward as Leech shut her eyes in relief "I hate saying this but-"

"You need my help."

"You're the one who did this to me anyway." The vampire groaned and shut her eyes. "I feel so gross and bloated." She felt a hand reach under her knees and another slither around her back lifting her with ease. "Who's being the drama queen now?" He finally grinned 

"Fuck you." 

"You've already done that darling." Robert smirked with pride kissing her bandaged head. Leech traced the nail of her thumb over his cheekbone and her eldritch leaned into the touch.

"Just mouth stuff then." She smiled and kissed his soft wet lips.  

"What the hell are you doing?! Put her back idiot!" The pair froze at the shout as two men burst into the room. Pennywise's eye cracked open and rolled to the side, eyeing them both with venom. "Oh christ, they killed Bridget." The doctor groaned. Herbert West lifted the dead woman's wrist and dropped it "I suppose I can use the body for research. This will be such a mess to clean, you people are nightmares to work with I hope you know that." 

"I thought you said you didn't work with the living doc." Leech grumbled as her mate eased her back down and stood guard in front of her bedside.

"Your buddy here called in a favor."

"The guy from the bar?"

"Call me Duke darlin, Duke Rivers! Found the two of you in the middle of the road, gave you a lift." 

"I don't remember anything after passing out." Leech grumbled gingerly touching her head. 

"Shoulda seen that old bug of yours! What a worried wreck! Didn't I tell ya he'd come around?" The older man laughed then placed his coat on his shoulder. "I'll bet letting the doc take it from here, consider it my one good deed of the day. Come see my show sometime kid." 

"I- yeah, I think I will thanks." The man studied her as Robert shot a venom-filled glare in his direction then nodded at them as he slipped out. Leech barely had time to think before being roughly grabbed by the chin.

"You seem to be healing slow your um..species.. is known for regenerating yes?" West turned her head and pulled back her dressings.

"You think I'm sick?" Leech sat up taking her mate's hand.

"Do keep in mind I specialize in humans this is completely uncharted territory for me." 

"Well I'm human-shaped….most of the time…"

"I'll need you to go over weaknesses and allergies of both you and your...significant other. Something could have weakened you or the babies." 

"I have none!" Robert butted in with pride. 

"Yeah yeah lucky you." Leech grumbled. 

"And I believe I told you to wait till sunset but ohhhh no someone just haaad to go swimming."

"Oh shut up you were just as into it as I was."

"So you've been weakened by sunbathing despite knowing you're allergic to sunlight. And here I thought legendary monsters would be intelligent." The doctor sighed and turned the vampires head who hissed in annoyance. "Figures you are more vulnerable in your condition. By the rate your head injury is healing it'll take days instead of hours till you're on your feet. Hope the tan was worth it."

"Your bedside manner needs work doc." Leech muttered as he roughly redressed her wound 

"I work with the dead not the living"

"It shows." Robert nearly hissed not liking the way this other touched his mate so carelessly.

Leech rolled her eyes at him "So I don't know about you boys but i need another drink. Hook a girl up doc? Got any A negative? That shits rare!" 

"I would like a baby." The cosmic horror said cooly

"You already have babies Pe-.......wait…..no. oh no you are not eating a baby!"

"Peachy they are literally right there!" The eldritch's fangs split his face as he glared out the small window. His company looked mortified "Just one, one small soft and squealing."

"You are not eating a fucking baby!" Leech growled.

"I deserve one!" The disguised clown snarled glaring at his mate with vermilion eyes and a broken human face. 

"You already got my ass virginity today!" Leech snarled back rolling her eyes at the dramatic display.

"Things I did not need to hear at 5 am….. look I'm not stealing you rare blood types and infants for a grotesque gourmet feast. I will supply you with what you will need and then ask you people to get out of my hospital." The doctor grumbled and began to fuss with the corpse on the floor. 

 "Fine then Pen take me home, I'd rather rot in my own bed anyway." 

"I told you a couple days rest. You will live, are all of you this dramatic?"

"Only the pretty ones doc!" The vampire flashed a parting grin as they left the doctor to clean their mess. He was grumbling something about never working with the undead again. 

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"You should be resting." Her monster’s voice hissed from under her bed. Leech shot a disinterested glance to the floor then back to her window. She felt a puff of hot moist air uncontrollably close to her face then heard a maw of teeth open "YoU sHOulD bE REsTinG." The eldritch gurgled.

"You realize the scary faces are gonna keep me awake right?" Leech cooly said and heard a set of jaws snap shut with enough force to break bones in two. 

"Things other than scary faces are keeping you up. I smell it on you." Her clown’s voice warbled out and Leech subconsciously moved for him to join her. 

"You ever look at someone you've never met and just feel like you know them?"

"No. But I am amused by this continue." The massive horror smiled through his words as he bullishly snuggled his way into his mate’s bed.

"I think I know the guy who helped us. I don't know why though." 

"Hmm too much stressing for you Mrs. Wise. But I will help put your mind at ease when you feel better. Promise promise." Leech felt soft nuzzles against her head as her mate ran his cheekbones over her skull like a cat. 

"I thought we agreed not to talk about that." Leech grumbled and turned to face her apparent "husband". "And its Grey. I like Grey on the end of my name."

"Someone's thought of this before!" Pennywise's smile widened. "Daydreaming about your clown my dear?"

"Don't embarrass me." Leech grunted and buried her face in his ruff. If she was alive, her face would be hot. "I'm not considering this official until we have a real ceremony and I get a ring. Call me old fashioned but your girl has standards."

"Hmm as you wish then Mrs. Grey!" He chuckled darkly smirking at her darkened cheeks and wide-eyed expression. 

"You fucking jackass." She muttered as her clown cackled grabbing her tight and tickling her skin. So much for bed rest.