#caretaker coming soon!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 293

Jason takes a deep breath. He takes a deep breath, in for ten seconds, out for eight, and just takes a minute before looking again. Nope, there’s still the strange quartet of orbs in the box of what should be stolen weapons (What, the government had enough, honestly) that gave his workers the heebie-jeebies. 

Which is not the vibe he gets from them. In fact, he’s actually kind of concerned with how much he has to beat the Pit back with how quickly it lurches to latch onto the… Well they’re not gems, and he’s a little wary about touching them at first, but the Pit does seem to settle when he does.

Alright, he can deal with this. It’s not like he has several heads in a duffel bag that needs to be delivered or a tiny assassin child back in his safehouse (Seriously Talia, why was he the preferred babysitter?) or an entire gang in Crime Alley to deal with. It’ll be fine. 

…

He would like to curse out his past self, because there’s now four babies in his safehouse that appeared to have fucking hatched from the orbs. Goddamnit. 

[sicktember]

It's that time again, friends! The mods have assembled a new list of fun prompts for the upcoming Sicktember season. As always, there will be 30 prompts and 5 Alternative Prompts.

We will use polls again this year to allow you some say in two of the prompts. The first one will be posted over the next few days The second will be posted mid-May.

The official September 2024 Prompt list will be posted on Saturday, June 15th and we can't wait to share it with you!

[snakebites-and-ink]

Whumper-Turned-Caretaker CYOA 25

CW for the series | Masterlist

You chose to find another outlet.

You do a search for gyms and boxing places and other options in your area. You pick one that looks suitable. You make sure Whumpee is secure in their room, then head out.

You work out your violent energy in a safer way there. It’s something, but it’s not the same. You miss the reactions you could get out of Whumpee. You fantasize about the way things used to be.

But once you’re done indulging those daydreams, you acknowledge that there’s something satisfying about what you have now, too. It’s a different kind of rewarding to build back up Whumpee’s trust and see them come out of their shell little by little.

Now that you blew off some steam, you’re feeling more benevolent. Maybe you’re ready to do something nice for Whumpee again.

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@hermitcrabs-1,  @croixph, @mj-or-say10, @kawaii-cakes, @gevwer

[mikrokoskooks]

Just a stomach ache (rewrite)

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretakers: Namjoon and Seokjin

TW: Emeto, medically inaccurate, pain, stomach aches mentions of vom!t

———

*Knock knock knock*

“Who is it?” Jungkook mumbles sitting up in his bed and glancing over at the door. “It's Namjoon,” the older man says sounding a bit weak  “What is it hyung,” Jungkook starts sleepily “It's the middle of the night”

“I don't feel well kook-ah.” Jungkook looks worried at the sudden announcement “Why? What's wrong”  “My stomach hurts...” Namjoon states placing his hands on his abdomen, his pale face now becoming more clear to the youngest. “Will you be okay?” The rapper gives no response and suddenly passes out. “Hyung!?”

Jungkook gasps and looks around him, sighing in relief when he realizes It was just a nightmare, a horrible horrible nightmare. He decides he should go to Namjoon's room and check to see if he was truly alright but when Jungkook shuffles forward in his bed his stomach gifts him with a rather nasty cramp.

He winces and rubs his stomach adding pressure in an attempt to massage away the pain but it's unsuccessful and he just causes himself more discomfort. Although the sudden pain is an inconvenience he still manages to make it to Namjoon's room, Minus a slight detour to the medicine cabinet for some Pepto Bismol.

Jungkook knocks on his hyungs bedroom door and awaits a response. “Jungkook...? What's wrong? ” Namjoon asks looking up from his novel. “I had a bad dream about you hyung, you said u felt ill and I wasn't much help to you, and then you just, well, fainted,” Jungkook says freaking out a little “So I came to check if you were okay."

Namjoon smiles at the boy's cuteness and bursts out laughing “Oh Jungkook, what am I going to do with you it was just a dream silly of course I'm fine.”

Jungkook nods slowly and goes to sit on Namjoons bed, the older pulling him into a hug as he does so. They lie like that and chat for a while until Jungkook starts squirming around in the rapper's arms. Namjoon releases him, “You alright?”

The youngest lets out a sound of agreement, “Yeah my stomach just feels weird.” Namjoon looks the boy over scanning for any visual symptoms such as pale skin or flushed cheeks but there are non. “Weird how?” Namjoon asks trying to get a grip on the situation.

“Weird like cramps, random cramps,” Jungkook answers palming his stomach gently. He tries to think of a logical diagnosis for himself but they all seem too extreme. “When did they start?”

The vocalist thinks for a second before answering, “Just before I came to your room, I was getting out of bed then it happened.” Namjoon nods and opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by a low gurgle from the youngest's tummy.

Jungkook lets out a groan at the sudden commotion in his insides. “Did you eat something bad?” “No, just the pasta you made.” Jungkook yawns and then grins, “That was probably it then.”

Namjoon playfully rolls his eyes, “Hey, my cooking isn't that bad you know.” He looks next to him and sees Jungkook gradually falling asleep so he stops talking. He pulls the covers over the vocalist and strokes his hair till he's fully asleep.

— — —

Namjoon lies in his bed fast asleep, he'd only just decided to put the book down and snooze. (I love that word, snooze. A cheeky snooze) Unfortunately, his sleep is disturbed by a bright light coming from under the bathroom, he tries to ignore it but it's just too bright.

As he gets up to turn it off he notices Jungkook missing, ‘maybe Jungkook's using it’ he thinks to himself. But when he goes to knock on the door weak-looking Jungkook staggers out. Namjoon was stunned he looked way worse than he did earlier on.

“Hyung? Did I wake you up 'm sorry” Jungkook manages to say his voice almost a whisper. Namjoon speaks up “No, no you didn't wake me up kook-ah but what's wrong?” The youngest cheeks flush with embarrassment “I threw up... I'm sorry” he says tears forming in his eyes.

Namjoons heart breaks at younger words “Aww Jungkook, don't be sorry you can't help it, baby.” Namjoon pulls the boy into a hug rubbing his back gently. It seems to be helping calm the maknae so Namjoon is caught off guard when the Jk suddenly pushes off him and bolts back into the bathroom.

*GLARGBLE * (best retching ever okay 👌🏾😭)

Jungkook bends over the bowl, bringing up everything he'd had for dinner. His hand are wrapped tightly around his stomach and his breathing is fast and painful. Namjoon follows him in and gasps, “Oh Jungkook, you poor thing” he cooes

Jungkook doesn't say anything but nods his head he truly feels horrible. After a good 10 minutes, he finishes vomiting he wipes his mouth and flushes the toilet. As he prepares to stand up his vision suddenly starts to go spotty and he passes out luckily landing on Namjoon.

The rapper sits there in shock and worry, he doesn't quite know what to do all he truly knows is something is seriously wrong with Jungkook. Namjoon pulls out his phone and calls Seokjin he would know what to do as the oldest. Wouldn't he?

“Yah Namjoon-ah it's 2 in the morning what do you need,” Seokjin asks sounding annoyed his beauty sleep was interrupted. “It's Jungkook he's really poorly. He's thrown up for ages and he's just fainted" Seokjin ends the calls and fast footsteps are soon heard through the hallway.

He busts into Namjoon's room and finds a worried Namjoon with a pale unconscious Jungkook in his lap. “Oh my god” Seokjin exclaims “What- how did this happen?” Namjoon puts a hand on his head, “I don't know he said he had stomach cramps and then he puked lots then he just..” he gestures down to him and Jin gets the point.

“We need to take him to the hospital, Joon I think he's really unwell, feel his forehead he's burning up” Just then jungkook starts to regain consciousness. His eyes flutter open but then he hugs his stomach and whines in agony. “Oh, hyung,” Jungkook says abruptly.

Seokjin smiles nervously and gives a small wave before saying “Jungkook honey, we're gonna take u to the hospital, okay, something's not right ” Jungkook makes a face and shakes his head “Noo, I'm not going to the hospital I'm finee seee” he says weakly before promptly leaning forward and vomiting.

"Oh," he mutters before passing out again. “Joon call an ambulance,” Seokjin says strong authority in his voice. “Already on it hyung” They both look at Jungkook scared about what's wrong with him but they know he'll be okay since he's their golden maknae.

— — —

“Acute Appendicitis,” The doctor says “He needs to go to surgery immediately.” “Will he be okay?” Namjoon asks biting his lip anxiously. “Yes you brought him in in time, he will be just fine”

Seokjin and Namjoon both thank the doctor and wait in the waiting room until Jungkooks surgery is over. They're happy they got the boy in at the right time because they don't know what they would do without their golden maknae who they loved so much.

—After the surgery—

Both Jin and joon are allowed into the room to see jungkook he looks much better than earlier and he looks peaceful in his sleep. Seokjin goes over and hold his hand masarging it gently “I love you jungkook but if you ever get sick like this again hyung's heart might just break” Namjoon hums in agreement. “Sorry hyung,”Jungkook whispers “I love you too.”

Do you guys like this or the original more?

[bunnyscar]

Beauty in a Rainbow

tw: fear, slightly creepy, slight gore

For a moment, all Tia saw were those glowing eyes, coming closer and closer. Then suddenly she was running, tripping, and slamming her knees into seats as Rasp pulled her towards the exit.

They burst into the hallway, a bright contrast to the dark theater. Disoriented by the sudden light, she staggered forward and collided with Rasp, who had abruptly halted. Looking up, she saw that the hallway in front of them was blocked by what looked like hundreds of glowing-eyed creatures.

She almost gagged at the sight and smell. The air reeked of rotting flesh. Though the creatures looked somewhat human, the proportions of their head and limbs were all wrong, and their gaping mouths filled almost half their face. Their arms and legs looked pencil-thin, as if they could snap at the slightest pressure, but they shoved pieces of rubble and chairs out of the way with the force of a bulldozer.

Tia and Rasp turned around, but more monsters were pouring out of the theater behind them. Ms. Frazzle had also exited the theater room and stood laughing at them, that crazy look in her eyes. Tia’s heart sank. This had been a trap all along.

Quickly, Rasp pushed Tia into a room directly across from them, one as dark as the other had been. She stumbled down a row of chairs and fell down as she banged her shin on a chair. Gasping from pain and fear, she huddled on the floor, unable to get up.

Her legs felt like jelly. She wanted this all to end. Why had she left her house, why had she agreed to enter this haunted place, why had she gone along with Ms. Frazzle even when she'd realized this was a bad idea?

“I’m scared, I’m scared,” she sobbed and shut her eyes tight, even though she knew it would make no difference. She couldn't see anything anyway. And she couldn’t block out the sounds of the monsters scuttling over chairs and gnashing their teeth at her.

Suddenly, she felt Rasp’s warm hands around her own, and his cheerful voice said, “It’s all right, Tia. Sometimes things are scary, but we’ll be okay if we’re together.”

How could he be so confident and hopeful? They were going to be eaten by monsters! But his warm touch was calming, and suddenly it occurred to her how odd it was that his hand was warm. Vampires were usually cold to the touch, weren’t they?

Tia slowly opened her eyes, blinking away her tears. Her breath caught. Rasp knelt in front of her, his usual grin on his face; but the dark room they had been in seemed to have disappeared, replaced with white light and shimmering rainbows. She gazed around her in awe.

The more she looked at the rainbows, the more certain she became that they were wings: wings made of light, wings that spread all around her and Rasp, wings that shimmered like glass yet also seemed to flow like water. It was almost as if she and Rasp were inside a glass prism, or as if a waterfall cascaded around them. The sight and sound of the monsters had disappeared, replaced by the beauty surrounding her.

Slowly, she relaxed. As her adrenaline faded, exhaustion set in, and she rested a weary head on Rasp's shoulder. Despite the danger they had just faced, she no longer felt fear. Here in Rasp’s arms, surrounded by light and beauty, she felt safe.

Sherise slowed the car as she entered a parking lot full of police cars. At first sight, it looked like this was just a random parking lot. But as Sherise and Fred exited the car, they saw lot had belonged to a building at one time, though it looked more like a pile of rubble now.

The majority of the building’s walls and roof was now merely mounds of concrete and broken metal bars. Shattered glass littered the ground, and some mounds of rubble had severed pipes and wires sticking out of them. A few walls to one side still remained standing, though even they had large cracks, looking almost like a great claw had slashed through them. Several policemen were picking their way through the debris, searching with flashlights or setting up caution tape.

One of the policemen finally noticed Sherise and Fred. He beckoned them over to another officer, one who was giving orders to other policemen. Looking up as they approached, he said gruffly, “Ah, so you’re the ones from the Vampire Ministry?”

Sherise nodded. “Yes, sir, I’m Sherise and this is my colleague Fred. Are you Chief Vand?” The man nodded.

“What happened here?” Fred asked curiously.

Chief Vand sighed and rubbed his temples. “Your guess is as good as mine. Apparently there used to be a theater here. Wasn’t used for several years and was condemned for demolition like several of the apartments in this area. At 3 a.m. we got a call from one of the few apartment buildings still in business, and the caller said there was a bunch of noise coming from the abandoned theater. He was afraid it was maybe a gang or some other hooligans causing trouble.

"So I go with a team to investigate, and what do we find? Whole building’s destroyed. And when we search the remains? Well, that’s what we need you for.”

Chief Vand motioned for them to follow him. Glancing at each other, Sherise and Fred followed as he led them among the mounds of rubble to where the walls still stood.

The closer they got to the remaining walls, the more certain Sherise was that this was not a natural collapse and that something had hit the building, perhaps from inside. Something alive. She frowned as they rounded one of the walls and immediately froze.

The first thing she noticed was the stench. She had already sensed a hint of it when they first entered the parking lot, but now it was overpowering. She grimaced at the disgusting smell of rotting flesh and stale blood, of something that had been dead and rotten for a long time.

Sherise felt her foot bump against something, and when she looked down, she had to force herself not to gag. What looked like a human head lay there, only the body it was connected to was grotesquely misshapen, its spindly long legs and arms clearly broken, what might have been its chest ripped open. Glancing at the rest of the room, Sherise saw that the ground was covered with these creatures. All of them dead, all of them with mutilated bodies.

And in the center of the room sat a boy and a girl, their heads on each other’s shoulders, sleeping soundly as if they were in their own beds at home instead of a room of death.

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[em-writes-stuff]

nails

day 8 of two weeks of whump @promptsforyourwhumpfic

332 words

villain and henchman

warnings: (implied) past abuse, scars

part one | part two | part four

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Villain stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his fingers tracing the new scars on his face. He stared at his nails, nearly gagging at the amount of dirt, grime, and blood underneath them. He dug through the top drawer under the sink and pulled out a nail file with a pointed end. 

He scraped against his nails and tried to remove all the gunk out from under them, but only managed to get some before Henchman pushed open the bathroom door with a change of clothes in her arms. 

“Here,” she said, handing them over to him. “Just change into them now and I’ll wash what you’re wearing right now. Then we can do whatever first aid you need in the morning. Right now I think you just need to rest.” 

Villain bit his cheek and sat the clothes on the counter, “Can you turn around?” 

“What?” She almost scoffed. “Why?” 

“I just-please?” 

She sighed, but nodded and turned her back to him. In the reflection off of the mirror she’d tacked to the door, she saw him gingerly take off his shirt, and it took everything in her not to react. His back was covered in scars. New ones, old ones, ones that were almost definitely infected, ones that she knew he didn’t have three months ago. She closed her eyes and waited for him to finish changing. 

“Thanks,” He said, holding his old clothes out to her. “You can just toss them, if you want. They’re rags, so there’s really no point in keeping them.” 

She nodded and took the clothes from him, holding them as far from her as she could without being obvious, but Villain noticed. He ran a hand through his hair and nodded once, “See you in the morning.” 

He shoved past her and went down the hall to his room, closed the door and slid down it. Holding his head in his hands, he took a deep breath and finally let himself cry. 

Pathetic. 

[pixelatedraindrops]

So I made sick comfort doodles of the two most popular gay/queer ships in RainCode. (kokobolt and viviakou)

I may need to possibly draw clockmare next time…

I think thats the third one? (plus thats all the nda)

But who would be the sick one? Maybe Halara since they canonically have allergies? Or Fubuki due to the fatigue of her forte?

Hmm… 🤔

[tidalwhump]

Untitled Bloodbag Story - The Doctor

Previous , Masterlist

Taglist: @deluxewhump , @whumpycries , @mylifeisonthebookshelf , @whump-on-a-log

Warnings: Vampires, flashbacks to non consensual touching, reference to consensual drugging.

His dishes had been cleared away, taken upstairs to be cleaned, and the vampire had retrieved the boy’s underwear from the dryer, handing them to him and turning away so he could put them on. Now the boy and the vampire sat across from each other in the dining room.

“Now that you’ve eaten, we need to take care of your arm. I’ve contacted a friend who’s a doctor to come take a look at it, she should be here shortly.”

Like he said, it wasn’t long before a bell could be heard chiming, and then echoing through the house.

The vampire looked up as the bell chimed. “Wait here, I’ll bring her down to you.”

He went upstairs and returned to the basement a few minutes later, chatting with someone who followed him down the stairs.

“Thank you for coming, Nia, I really appreciate it.” The vampire said.

“No problem, once you told me what happened I couldn’t say no.”

They turned the corner of the stairs and the boy got a good look at the woman. She had dark skin, darker than the vampire who rescued him, but that dark skin was broken up on her face with patches of skin that were white — vitiligo, he remembered it was called. Her hair was up, a black cloth wrapped around her head with her hair sticking out the top in short blonde locs. Her ears were slightly pointed. She carried a large duffel bag on her shoulder.

The boy cradled his arm protectively as they approached, as she got closer and got a good look at his arm, she frowned.

“Aw, you poor thing, may I see?” She asked, crouching down in front of the boy.

The boy looked to her with wide eyes, then looked to the vampire who rescued him. The vampire nodded, giving his blessing, and the boy turned back to the woman, nodding his head and offering his arm to Nia.

She gently placed her hand under his arm and took a look. The bone was sticking out from under the skin, dried blood covering the skin around the wound. Nia nodded her head, then turned to the vampire.

“It’s a good thing you told me what it was before I got here, otherwise I wouldn’t have the supplies. I’ll need to open it up and do surgery to clean it and align the bone, then we’ll put a splint on.”

The boy looked from the vampire to Nia. “Surgery?”

Nia put a hand on his leg. “Don’t worry, I brought some regional anesthesia. It’s only for the area of the operation, so you’ll still be awake, but it will make it so you don’t feel a thing.”

“I…” The boy held his arm close to his chest protectively. “I don’t know…”

The vampire came over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. I know you’re having a hard time trusting me, let alone her, but we’re only trying to help, the surgery will be painless.”

“Do I really have a choice?”

The vampire smiled. “No, you don’t. But you do have a choice on whether or not we need to restrain you.”

The boy fell silent.

The doctor started to unload her duffle bag, taking out tools and a syringe full of a clear liquid. The boy cringed, looking away.

Nia looked to the vampire. “Is it okay if I use the table? I brought a cloth to lay down to make it sterile.”

“Sure.” 

Nia laid out a blue cloth over the table

The vampire leaned down in front of the boy and held out his hand. “Do you want help getting up on the table?”

The boy took his hand and stood, stepping on the chair he was sitting on and using it to climb onto the table, using the vampire’s hand to steady himself. He sat on the edge of the table, then lay down.

He felt uncomfortable, and not because of the hard wooden table. No, it was this feeling, being down on his back with them standing over him, looking down at him, the vampire smiling at him, putting a hand on his knee. 

The boy choked, the feelings, the memories, all coming at him at once.

“You look so nice like this.” Jonah stood over him, running a hand down his bare chest, from his shoulder to his waist, then lower, down to his hip and grabbing, running his thumb back and forth across the skin there.

A chill ran down the boy’s body, and a sob caught in his throat.

The vampire took a step closer to the boy, brows knitting together with concern. “Is everything okay?”

The boy shook his head, eyes burning with tears ready to stream. He started to sit up. “I can’t, I can’t do this.”

The vampire put a hand on the boy’s shoulder to stop him. “Hey,” he cooed, “hey, what’s wrong? You can talk to me.”

There were strong hands on his shoulders holding him down, a body pressed against his, crushing him, suffocating him. Hot breath in his face, down the side of his neck, trailing his collarbone.

The boy shuddered, jerking the vampire’s hand off of him. “I can’t do this! I can’t be like this!” The boy cried.

“Like what?”

“Vulnerable!” The boy sobbed. “It reminds me of… at the vampire lair they…” He trailed off into sobs wracking his body, and moved his hands to cover his face.

The vampire and Nia exchanged a look. Nia was questioning, the vampire just shrugged, then turned back to the boy. He put his hand on the boy’s back, gently rubbing up and down to try and soothe him, the boy just dissolved into worse sobs.

“Do you want to talk about it? Would that help?” Nia asked, stepping forward.

The boy just shook his head, shuddering sobs breaking through his chest.

“Listen, I know I just met you, but I know you can do this, you’ve already endured so much, I know you can take a little more. Especially because we’re only trying to help.” The vampire encouraged him.

The boy shook his head, growing hysterical.

“I can’t, I can’t go through that again, please.” The boy pleaded.

Nia and the vampire exchanged a look, then the vampire had an idea.

“What if… What if we knock you out? Not with brute force,“ he corrected, “but with drugs like the ones I gave you last night? That plus the anesthesia should make you not feel anything. How does that sound?”

The boy wanted to say no, never, never in a million years, but his arm hurt so much, and he didn’t want it to heal wrong and be screwed up forever. So he gave a small nod of his head.

The vampire went upstairs with the doctor to create a ‘drug cocktail’ as they called it, to knock him out.

[dernarrleid]

ya'll I'm still here, I'm just in the thick of it.

[stabbynunchuckss]

Day 24 of the wheel of whump

Today's prompt is:

"Take me instead"

Part two here

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Cooper's eyes widened in horror as a body was dragged into the room. It was covered with a black cloth, a rope tight around its neck. But it had to be alive, because Cooper could see it struggling. The only question was, who-

"Cooper!" a familiar voice yelled. "Cooper! Are you there?"

"I- Ivan?" Cooper struggled against the restraints which bound him to the chair, almost tipping it over. Nothing happened.

Edmund threw Ivan to the ground, and a cry of pain escaped him as his head collided with the stone floor. He managed to rise to his feet, but Edmund simply knocked him down again.

"Ivan!" Cooper screamed. "IVAN!"

"Cooper? Kid, is that... Is that you?" Ivan took a deep, shaky breath. "I'm here, alright? It's gonna be okay, we're both gonna be-"

A gun was pointed at him, through the cloth, and Edmund gripped the rope tightly. His smile grew.

"NO! IVAN!" Cooper's screams echoes throughout the room, but he didn't stop. "IVAN! NO, NO, TAKE ME INSTEAD! KILL ME!"

"Cooper-"

A gunshot.

[mubthemoff]

Anything you would change in your life? (For Luna-4) 🐏

[mythicalmyles]

I will be back to writing one shots next week! Apologies for the long wait but i do think yall will be very happy with whats in store!

[corbytheking]

The beginnings. The beginnings (out of order) that I am working on. There are around 8 pages I want to do for this idea

Xoxo

[austerulous]

Maybe I shouldn’t be tweaking my muse list while I’m still rocking a fever but, fuck it, we ball.  I’ve removed Saint Adeline and the Dancer, and I’m adding a new test muse:

› MARCO BODT – ( Attack on Titan )

[tirednapentity]

last night I dreamed I was working at the kindergarten again... Godi miss it so bad

[neuvistar]

LOTUS FLOWER. pt one.

— featuring ┊ genshin men (neuvillette, wriothesley, lyney, kaveh, alhaitham) x f!pregnant reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊nsfw. not proofread. all consensual! mentions of breeding k!nk, t!tplay (neuvillette), vaginal fingering (lyney?), implied semi-public s3x (wriothesley), s!ze kink if u squint (alhaitham), dirty talk obvi, them being absolute sweethearts, reader implied 2 be physically smaller than them, cunnilingus (kaveh), nicknames used, overall suggestive content. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

— a/n ┊ this is part one guys!! part two will come soon! since i’m a little late for kinktober (oops) i’ve decided to try n do this thingy of my own </3 genshin men w a pregnant partner n maybe i’ll do separate oneshots too throughout the month if im not busy enough, i’ll try my best! i also took time 2 try n improve my writing style n i think it paid off.. anyways reblogs + feedback appreciated ! (guys i wroye this when i’m half asleep #help)

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄, 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄

— "love, you're too cute when you pout like that," neuvillette chuckled, lightly pecking your cheeks with soft chaste kisses

NEUVILLETTE has always been your caretaker during your hard months of pregnancy, he was always there to aid you even if he had such a tight schedule! trust me, he’s always there to aid you no matter where he is.. oh you’re craving something? he already had it made and prepared downstairs for you to eat, oh you’re in pain? he’s already massaging your body to calm your nerves, oh you want him to get something for you? he’s already making his way downstairs to get it! let’s all be honest, this dragon is one of the sweetest darlings ever.. he’s just so thrilled that you’re carrying his little dragonlings, he couldn’t be happier! neuvillette’s so gentle with you.. even during intimate moments. neuvillette always has you laying down on a soft surface, his lips dancing across your flesh as his hair tickled your sensitive skin, he knows how to make sure you feel good.. sometimes he gets too lost in the moment he doesn’t even notice the littlest things! trust me, he knows how to make you feel good, he knows how to calm your hormones.. he knows how to pleasure you. neuvillette knows it all.

here you were, laid down comfortably on the mattress.. the sheets beneath you warming you up as you tugged on your husband’s white locks, emitting a soft grunt from him. neuvillette had been too caught up in the moment to notice only a little milk dripping from your other breast. instead, he kissed and sucked at your other one passionately, his hands caressing your waist in between bouts of fondling your tits. the sight of your exposed body sent a deep and primal wave of lust through him, it was enough to send him into pure euphoria as the feeling of your body against him was a kiss from the heavens above and the archons themselves. “my sweet angel," neuvillette whispered gently, his voice soft yet full of passion. "i want to love you from head to toe, i want every part of you to scream my name in delight.. i want you to experience pleasure beyond your wildest imagination. please, let me give you more litters of dragonlings inside this irresistible body of yours..”

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘, 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄

— “you’re positive, right? you sure you’re alright?” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose against your neck

WRIOTHESLEY honestly never thought of having kids himself, but that all changed when you announced your pregnancy to him a few months prior.. he was thrilled! a little shocked and nervous to say the least, since he was nervous he wouldn’t be a good husband and father to your future kids but it went by smoothly, wriothesley had a major soft spot for you and only you. his face always fills with love and joy as he took note of your swollen and pregnant belly, sometimes he lets you wander around the fortress but sometimes he knows you’re sensitive to many smells and all that so he just keeps you in the house. but yet sometimes.. he has too much on his hands that he never has time to come home. visiting him at work became a frequent thing but he grew more protective of you, telling w few workers down at the fortress to scram if they bother you too much. wriothesley loves having you around his office, but yet, huh.. who knew visiting him here could also have it’s benefits.

wriothesley held your knees, his large hands engulfing your flesh as he grunted at the mere pulse of your pussy around his cock. he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, someone could walk in any moment but who was he to deny his own wife? he can’t deny you when you’re all shy and embarrassed like that.. asking him to fuck you and breed you just like he did those few months before, who was he to deny a request like that? the larger male had kept a slow and steady rhythm with you, he promised himself he wouldn’t listen to your begging.. begging for him to go faster. but i guess it’s fine to break promises every now and then, right? wriothesley picked up the pace as he rubbed his thumb against your clit, the feeling of his cock pounding deep inside your cunt was enough to send you to the moon. “fuck.. taking me so well, princess.. ‘gonna make me cum quicker than normal.” he whispered against your ear, caressing your belly ever so gently.. his gentleness corresponding with his harsh thrusts. “what, hm? you want someone to see you in this state? ‘want someone to catch me breeding my pretty pregnant wife in my office?— mm.. seems like y’do.. look at how much you’re sucking me in.”

𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄

— “oh? someone’s moody today.. did i do something wrong, sweetheart? you know i didn’t mean it, c’mon! talk to me.”

LYNEY was one of the main reasons for your constant smiles and giggles throughout the day, your baby isn’t even born yet and he’s already an excellent father! the magician always sits down and chats with you, chatting about all sorts of things. what you both can name your baby(s), what magic tricks he can teach to them, how adorable they’ll look in clothes he bought for them.. he’s excited to be a father and he makes that clear! he spreads the news to lynette and freminet, and sometimes he might accidentally spread the news throughout public eyes. i mean, in a positive way! lyney takes great pride in being the father of your kids, he wants you to stay healthy and happy so your pregnancy goes smoothly, that’s all he wants. lyney’s touch is always so gentle.. caressing you like you were a mere piece of glass he had to protect.. there was something about his touch that just never fails to make you squirm, he’s good with his hands, of course you know that.. he’s just so gentle with you in many ways possible, it drives you absolutely insane sometimes.

“yeah? you like that? hmm.. how about you show me where else you would like me to touch you, go on.” his voice was just as hypnotic as his gaze.. lyney’s lips pressed against your neck as he waited for you to show him. “c’mon, you can do this.” he urged you on, you could feel your hands moving on their own as your hands made their way to your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples in between your fingers with your mouth hung open in pure ecstasy, sending nothing but deep electric vibrations throughout your body. “l—lyney.. here. i want you to touch me here.” your voice was laced with honey, the magician could’ve sworn he could taste and sense the need and want in your tone, it only made him desire you more. “mm.. we both know that’s not all, sweetheart. show me another, and show me how you want me to touch you there.” your other hand came down slowly, lazily playing with your clit as your body shook at the even the softest touch. lyney hummed against your ear as he pressed his finger gently against your lips, trying to silence you as he gazed down at your swollen belly the blonde magician held you close, pumping two fingers inside your hole, smirking against your skin. “there, there.. good girl. such a good girl for me, are you?”

𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇, 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓

— “alright.. i have this, this and this for you. do you need anything else? still hungry?”

KAVEH is a a good and caring husband.. though sometimes he’s a little too busy, which often frustrates you since he isn’t there to support and be by your side half of the time. honestly, you can’t blame him sometimes, he always comes home late with a shit ton of papers and piles and piles of sketches and drawings he made that day, kaveh’s always busy, you can’t stop or deny that. most of the time, he makes up to you by providing you with the things you like.. like food you’ve been craving! kaveh adores talking to his baby within your belly, always talking about how ‘papa is always there for them’ and how much he loves them. to put it in a more easier way, the young architect considers your pregnancy an absolute blessing, you were sure he kissed the floor and thanked every star in the universe when he found out you were expecting his little one, he was overjoyed! despite his busy tasks, kaveh will be willing to provide you with anything you want. especially pleasure.

“you want me to please you here?” his voice rung in your ears, nodding slowly as you bit your lip. you missed this, you missed him. kaveh had too many rough and difficult schedules already, you missed him and his touch.. you missed everything, but tonight he was gonna give it all. your lashes slowly fluttered open as your hands tightened your grip on his shoulder, kaveh smiled softly, his eyes looking deep into yours with affection. "i’m giving you what you want now, sweet angel.” the architect caressed your thighs as he slowly lifted your dress up and started to caress your stomach. "you’ve certainly become quite attractive with your pregnancy bumps," he whispered softly, smiling warmly before he allowed his urges take over, closing his eyes as his tongue mingled with your folds, giving small kitty licks before pushing himself further into you, savouring your juices. he was slow, yes.. but he wanted to get used to your taste again, flicking his muscle against your sensitive bundles of nerves as he allowed himself to get lost in your taste, palming the bulge through his pants. “let go, lovely. let me claim you once more.”

𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌, 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄

— “tell me, go on. what do you need? i’m in all ears.”

AL-HAITHAM is a hard individual to read, that’s for sure. sometimes you couldn’t really tell if he was happy about some story you decided to share with him and whatnot, but one thing you do know is that he’s absolutely thrilled about your pregnancy. alhaitham would be lying to himself if he said that the sight of your expanded belly didn’t awaken something in him. he’s always there, helping you around despite how busy he gets sometimes.. he’s calm and collected, sometimes you’d catch him talking to your baby when you’re asleep, talking about how pretty their mama is, and how excited he is to teach them about his own knowledge about this world they’re about to enter, he’s excited for his baby to be born and you know it. well.. maybe a little too exited.

he tried to be gentle, he really did. but you know he can’t resist you when you’re whining and whimpering like this, especially with that beautiful round belly of yours. alhaitham can’t help himself, really. he was needy, needy for you. he needed you and he needed you now. the scribe bit his lip as his large hands grabbed at your hips, lifting you further against him as his cock slid into your cunt so perfectly. alhaitham’s thoughts went blank at the sound of you calling his name in that way, as if you were speaking words of pure music. “mmh.. look at you. look at how good you’re taking me, even when you’re pregnant you’re still a slut for my cock now, aren’t you?” his hair fell onto his shoulders in wet clumps, “so fuckin’ full, so damn soft. you’re all round and smooth, the perfect body to bear our children." his dick buried myself into your walls, your juices coating it with white, “just like all my other possessions, this body is mine. maybe i should even put my name on it.. so damn perfect, yeah?”