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Two-Stage Pregnancy (Part 1)

Part 2 "I can't believe you're going through with this! A normal pregnancy is hard enough on the human body as it is, to say nothing of what you're planning."

Sarah nodded along, half listening. Frankly, she had heard this lecture before, from her friends, from her family, from her coworkers, and now from a woman in the waiting room of a fertility clinic. Sarah always failed to see the point of this conversation. She and her husband, Dave, had made up their minds about this a long time ago, and regardless it was a little late to back out now.

Sarah was, thankfully, spared from more of that exchange when a nurse came to retrieve her and guided to a room near the back of the clinic. A woman in a white lab coat stepped away from a desk in the back and moved to shake her hand.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Kellner," the woman spoke "and you are-"

"Sarah. Sarah Parks."

"Nice to meet you, Sarah. I'm with the project. I'll be sort of your go-to person from here on out. If you can just hop up on the table here, we can get started."

At this, Sarah got on the exam table. Frequent exams were going to be a part of her life from now on. Ever since she'd been impregnated on this very table about four weeks ago. The embryo was her and her husband's, modified as part of an experimental genetic engineering program intended to increase human intelligence. While that sounded great in theory, increased intelligence meant increased head size and increased gestation time as well - her baby would take a full twelve months before it was mature.

"I know this whole… process can seem a little intimidating at first," the doctor began, "but this really is a fantastic opportunity. You definitely made the right choice sticking it out this far. It's such a revolutionary program, the ways we've come up with to handle the 'Cephalopelvic Disproportion Problem' are just…"

Sarah nodded along in a rather detached fashion. There wasn't really much point in giving her the sales pitch now, and she had already heard as many lurid descriptions of the elaborate procedures they would use as she cared to. Ordinarily, a twelve-month fetus with an oversized head would be an impossible challenge to fit through a human pelvis. The scientists working on the project had developed a plan, of course, to deal with this, which they would call brilliant and most others would call insane. Sarah was, truthfully, still undecided.

The essence of the plan was simple. If the head can't fit through the narrowest part of the pelvis past nine months, then fit it through at nine months. If the baby can't be born until twelve months, then don't give birth to it until it's twelve months along. The consequence of these two requirements is that Sarah would have to wait eight more months, go into labor, push the head out until it just barely peeks through her opening, then keep it there for another three months before finally finishing the process of giving birth.

While this process certainly sounded intimidating, it was, at least, reasonably safe. Sarah was not the first woman to undergo this procedure; there had been others before her that she'd read about, but a lot of women were still put off by what it would entail. Sarah was too, to be honest; those last three months sounded hellishly uncomfortable, but what were three months of discomfort compared to improving her child's whole life.

"…which is really-" the doctor stopped. "Sorry, I sometimes ramble on about these things a little too much. Being part of this project for so long got me really familiar with all the 'messy details,' and then having two of my own just-"

This last part piqued Sarah's interest. "You've done this yourself?"

"Of course I have. I meant it when I said you made the right choice."

Sarah couldn't even try to stop herself from asking, "And how are your kids now?"

"Oh they're just perfect. My four-year-old, she's reading everything she can get her hands on and my two-year-old is just growing like a weed. I would show you pictures, but then I'd be here all day. Was there anything else you wanted to know first-hand?"

"Yeah, this is a little awkward to ask, but how were the last three months for you?"

"Yeah, that part. A lot of people get hung up on that. Here, I'll put it this way: if I really hated it that much, I wouldn't have done it twice. And besides," she gave Sarah a knowing smile, "it goes a lot better once you learn to enjoy it."

The appointment finished up soon after. Sarah was greatly relieved to have done this before - multiple times, even - and didn't regret having done so, but that last statement stuck out in her head. This didn't seem like the kind of thing you "learned to enjoy" so much as something you endured, but she supposed she would see what that meant once she got to it.

The "normal" portion of Sarah's pregnancy proved fairly unremarkable. Her belly slowly grew, her clinic visits continued, her baby's growth was filled out, and she did her best to carry on with her life. While pregnancy was occasionally inconvenient, Sarah and her husband certainly took the time to enjoy some of the changes that were happening to her.

Preparing for the birth was a little different than usual, though. Sarah would go into labor twice; first at nine months to open her cervix and move the head down, then again at twelve months to give birth to the baby. Sarah would be given "labor suppressants" to stop her first labor, and would continue to take them for the three months afterwards, to stop her body trying to give birth before it was time.

This meant, among other things, that her Lamaze classes looked a little different than usual. They were divided into two sections: one for mothers in the first nine months of their pregnancies, and another for those in the last three months, both run by women who had been through the program before. Sarah was in the first group. She did a lot of practicing on how to breathe through contractions, both her and her husband used a dummy to practice holding back a crowning head, and they even learned about some more advanced methods to help her hold off from giving birth in an emergency, like tying her legs together or pressing her groin against something firm.

These skills would be very important in the second stage of her pregnancy; the medication she would take would help stop her body from going into labor, but it wasn't perfect. Contractions and the urge to push would still come and go, and it was very important that Sarah knew how to deal with those things to avoid giving birth too early.

Sarah felt her first labor start in the 39th week of pregnancy. Her contractions started weak and far apart and she didn't have too much trouble dealing with them at first. She spent the time straightening up her house; consciously, she knew it would be quite a while before she would have a baby to clean up for, but her body had not been informed of the plan and the instinct to get everything in order was strong.

At about 8:00 in the evening, when she felt that her contractions were sufficiently well established to constitute "real" labor, Sarah and Dave packed their things and set off for the hospital. Upon arrival, however, Sarah was told she was only 1cm dilated and sent home, disappointed to hear she had so far left to go. Sarah slept fitfully, doing her best to work through the increasingly intense pains in her belly. By the time morning came, she thought that, surely, she had to be in active labor by now. Sarah was once again disappointed; the hospital told her she was 2cm dilated this time, and told her to go home again. She sat hunched over despondently during the car ride home.

"Oh god-" she worried to herself, "how much longer is this going to take? Oh god- if I'm not even in active labor yet, then what's that going to be like? Oh god- OH GOD-" Sarah gasped as she felt something inside her shift downward, a feeling of fullness building up between her legs.

"Turn the car around!" Sarah nearly shouted, "It's coming down!"

"But the hospital said-"

"I know what the hospital said, but I also know that I'm holding back from pushing right now; if we don't turn around, we're not going to make it there at all."

Dave turned the car and rushed back the way they came; the hospital checked her, saw she was at 8cm and dilating rapidly, and rushed her through check-in as much as they could. The experience was all a whirlwind. Sarah remembers nurses encouraging her not to push just yet ("Just remember your breathing!"), at some point she traded her clothes for a hospital gown, she got an IV with the labor suppressants that "should've been started two hours ago," there was no time for an epidural, and she was suddenly laying in a hospital bed with her legs spread.

Doctor Kellner coached her while she breathed through contractions, "Okay, you're nearly there now, Sarah. When the nurse tells you to push, you can push, but, and this is important, when I tell you to stop, I need you to stop, okay?"

"Okay."

"We don't want the head to move too far. Once you're done pushing, I'll help you pant through the contractions and keep the head there. You covered breathing through contractions in your Lamaze classes?" Sarah nods. "Good. You got here a little suddenly, so we're running a bit behind, but soon you should be able to get the labor suppressants, and we can talk next steps once that's done."

"Alright-Nng…"

"Do you have a contraction?"

Sarah winced, "Yeah."

The nurse moved back to the foot of the bed and pressed two fingers into Sarah to check her dilation. "You're ready." She pressed in two more fingers of her other hand, using them to spread Sarah open to get a better view of the head. "Alright, push."

Sarah pushed. When she did, the pressure she felt so low in her pelvis was relieved as she felt her baby start to move down. She pulled her thighs back with her hands while she bore down, her face redenning with effort. The pressure she felt was strong and she pushed long and hard, trying to hold on to that wonderful feeling as long as possible.

"Good," the nurse responded once Sarah let go. "And again."

Sarah pushed again. It felt so good, the sheer relief it brought was heavenly. She loved being able to do something about the overwhelming fullness that she felt building up in-

"And stop."

"Wha-" Sarah blurted out, breathing rapidly to prevent the head from moving forward any more.

"That's it. You're done. The head is where it needs to be," the nurse explained to her.

"But I barely got to- I barely pushed!"

"Yeah, I guess your baby felt cooperative today. Usually it takes a little longer than that."

Sarah said nothing to this, focusing instead on breathing through the remainder of the contraction. As she felt the urge to push ebb, she finally responded, "So, what now?"

Doctor Kellner responded to this. "Now we just wait, really. The medication should kick in soon, and then you'll be good to head home."

The next contraction came soon. Sarah did her best to just relax and focus on her breathing. She tried not to think about how relieving it would be to push, how good it had felt earlier. She panted heavily and gripped the sides of the bed as she felt the contraction peak, her breathing rapid and deep. Dave did his best to help her through it, stroking her hair and whispering encouragement into her ear as she put everything she had into holding back.

Another contraction began almost immediately after the last one ended. Sarah's moan of frustration was cut off by more desperate breathing as she felt the urge to push return in full force. She spread her legs wider on the bed and shifted her hips restlessly side to side, anything to try and relieve the pressure between her legs. Nothing brought more than temporary relief, though, as she sank back in tired resignation.

The next few contractions progressed similarly, washing over Sarah with few breaks in between. When they finally, mercifully, abated for a minute, she took the time to ask "Ha- How much longer is it going to be?"

The nurse answered, "It might take a little while longer. Just keep hanging in there, okay." In truth, Sarah should have been started on these drugs over two hours ago; "a little while" was selling it short.

Sarah shot her a look of utter irritation. The nurse gave her an apologetic smile in return, but the doctor looked thoughtful for a moment. "Here, this might help." At Sarah's inquisitive look, she continued, "when you have to, hold it here-" the doctor put Sarah's hand over her bulging labia "-and push. Gently. It'll help you practice for keeping the head in later." Sarah looked at the doctor as if Jesus Christ himself was standing in her place, totally ignoring the nurse's look of confusion.

Encouraged by her words, Sarah tried a tentative push, pressing her hand against the head when she felt it move forward slightly. Pushing helped relieve the intense fullness she felt, and she chatted happily with the doctor and her husband as she relaxed between contractions, one hand slowly stroking the small patch of head visible at her opening.

At the doctor's encouragement, Sarah and her husband took turns pressing their hands to her groin as the doctor gave them tips on how best to hold in the head (cup your hand over as much of the head as possible, push back at an angle to follow the curve of the pelvis, press firmly but not too firmly).

Sarah pushed once agin, a little harder this time. She felt the head start to slip forward and pressed a little more firmly with her hand to compensate. The feeling was intoxicating; she pushed a little harder with the next contraction, a little more with the one after that, and a lot more with the one after that.

The need to reach around her belly meant that Sarah couldn't press the head back with full force; she felt the head start to slip out despite everything she could do. "Babecanyouswitchwithmeplease-" Dave rushed to help her hold back "-Nnnn- here," she guided his hand, "-press, yeah. Harder- AAAh-" Sarah bore down again, hand gently resting against her husband's as she felt him hold back their child. Soon she was red-faced and pushing full force against Dave's hand, any thoughts of "gentle" pushes long forgotten.

The nurse looked on, increasingly concerned. "Uh-" she started before the doctor silenced her. "Really, you don't need to be here for this part." Somewhat sheepishly, the nurse hurried out of the room. She turned to the couple, "I hate to be rude to her like that, but I get the feeling you two would prefer a little more privacy." They both blushed a little at this assertion, but it was true for both of them. "I figured. Here, you've got a handle on holding back the head?" Dave confirmed that he did. "Good. Then I'll leave you two alone for a bit," she said with a knowing smile, "press the 'call' button if the contractions quiet down or if either of you needs anything. Otherwise…" her smile widened as she left the room.

"Uh-" "So-" They both stopped, awkwardly. A moment of silence passed. Dave overcame his hesitation first, "You're turned on by this?" "Yeah." "Me too." Sarah's blush deepened. The feeling of Dave's hand pushing against her clit had given her a slowly building feeling of arousal, and she could feel her wetness starting to coat his hand. He could feel it too, seeping from between her lips. It made a wet squelching sound as he gave her clit an experimental rub. "Nnnnng-" she moaned- she was surprisingly sensitive- "No, don't stop. Keep going while- Nhhh- while I push."

She bore down as he rubbed firmly on her clit, making her cum soon after. She kept up the push during her orgasm, and let go when it ended. She took some short breaths before she bore down again and felt his fingers resume their work. Her next orgasm chained into the last one as she felt her legs shaking from the force of her pushing and the intensity of her pleasure. She screamed through her orgasm before finally falling silent as it ended. She pushed again, chasing the tail end of the contraction, and almost immediately felt another orgasm shooting like lightning up her spine. She yelled out again in pleasure as she felt her her opening pulsing around the head lodged inside her, alternately clenching and releasing and only adding to her pleasure. "Haaaa- Haaaa- Oh god- Oh fuck-" she breathed out before fixing her husband with a desperate, excited stare, "You- haaah- you will do that again, right?"

She lay back tiredly with the end of the contraction. Dave wondered if she might be too tired to continue, but she gave him an expectant look before bearing down enthusiastically when the next contraction started. He rubbed her clit and helped her cum while she pushed. When it ended, she laid back; despite her seeming fatigue, she was just as eager to push when more contractions came. Dave was just as eager to help her through them, using his hands and mouth on her clit while he held back the head. Pushing helped her cum, and cumming helped her push; whether she was screaming from effort or from orgasm was impossible for even her to tell.

Eventually, though, fatigue and overstimulation began to take their toll. Sarah started to push more and more gently before going back to breathing through the contractions.

"You're done pushing?" Dave asked.

"I think so, yeah. The contractions aren't nearly as strong as they were at the start; I can feel the labor suppressants finally starting to work. Plus, I'm way too tired to keep pushing."

"Yeah, you were really going at it."

"Yeah, I kinda was. I don't regret it though; I expected this to be all uncomfortable and medical, not like… y'know…"

"Not like it was?"

"No, not like it was. Not like it is. I mean, sex aside, I also really liked how close we were when you were…" Sarah blushes a little at this, "How close we still are now." Neither of them says anything more after that as the two of them share the moment while Sarah's contractions abate.

Eventually, Sarah breaks the silence, "Alright, that's been the last one for a while. Can you hit the call button?" Dave does so, and soon after Doctor Kellner returns.

"Well, how are we feeling? Is everything alright?"

"More than anything else right now, I feel like I just ran a marathon."

Doctor Kellner looks down at Sarah, soaked with sweat and still shaking slightly, and laughs to herself a little. "Yeah, I was the same way when I had my second. Trust me, it's more fun this way than when everything goes to plan."

Neither Sarah nor Dave can manage to formulate a response to this by the time Doctor Kellner comes back around to the bed. "Alright, now for the final hurdle: getting you up out of bed."

Sarah looks up at her with skepticism, wondering quite how she's supposed to accomplish that in her current state.

"Yeah, no one's really eager to do that at this point, but I promise it's not as hard as it sounds. Here," Doctor Kellner helps Sarah position her legs to hang off the legs of the bed, with one hand cupping the bulging head in her crotch. "Now press your hand against the head, nice and firmly. Yeah, just like that, perfect. And now-"

Doctor Kellner pulls Sarah to her feet. "Nnnn-" Sarah exclaims, feeling the head drop slightly before pressing her hand upwards to stop it- "Aaaah… it's okay, I'm okay."

"Yeah, you get the hang of that eventually. So, how does that feel, now that you're up?"

"Most of all, it feels like there's a bowling ball lodged between my hips."

"Yeah, you'll get used to that."

"Also, it still feels like I have to push a little bit, and- nnng- the head's pressing against my clit from the inside."

"Both of those do get better over time; neither of them go away completely, but whether you'd want the second one to, that's…" she smiles a little before trailing off, and fixes Sarah with a serious look. "Jokes aside though, this can get pretty uncomfortable at times, especially early on while your body is still adjusting. I just want you to know that, as someone who has done this twice before, it does get easier if you give it a little time, okay?"

"Okay. I'll keep that in mind."

"One final thing. Here." She hands Sarah a small booklet. "This is something me and a few other mothers put together. Call it a 'survival guide' of sorts, some of the tips in there were real lifesavers, for me at least."

Sarah accepted the guide as well as all her more official medical paperwork, including a prescription for more labor-suppressing pills. After setting a date for her next exam (those hadn't ended just because she was in "stage two" now), Sarah was finally allowed to leave the hospital, still ultimately uncertain of what the next three months of her life would be like.

I'm still new to writing of this kind (and writing in general); any constructive comments would be greatly appreciated. What did you like best? What didn't you like (and how could I improve)? By all means, let me know. Parts 2 and 3 will come eventually, covering Sarah's experience with the second stage of her pregnancy and the birth of her oversized child.

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Nanami Kento NSFW alphabet

I hope you guys enjoy this long awaited headcanon! If you enjoy pls leave a like,rb and if you’re feeling extra girly pop maybe a little comment ^_^

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kento is very practical in his aftercare to the point of it being a bit boring and routine, but that's the way he liked it. He wasn’t too fond of surprises in general, but especially not during a time that was meant to be soothing and bring both of you back to a leveled headspace. In other words, he’s basic. Two glasses of water on the nightstand, balms for soothing and dinner laid out on the stove in case you two had jumped the gun and hadn’t gotten to it yet.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kento is very proud of his chest and his thighs. In coming back to Jujutsu society and being back on a strict training regiment, he’s happy with the fruits of his labors and he’s even more pleased when you grope around his chest and hum in appreciation. He’s a simple guy and having his lover’s hands all over him is a simple pleasure that he wishes to overindulge in whenever given the chance. If you were to ask him your favorite part about you, he would say everything and kiss your temple. If you were to ask him again and ask him to be brash, he would say with a red blush on his cheeks your ass. He loves how plush it feels, how it molds perfectly against him when the two of you cuddle and the sounds you make when he strikes it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s not the biggest fan of mess so if you’re having protected sex he prefers to just cum inside of a condom for easy disposal. If you two are fucking raw then he’s cumming so deep inside you that if you weren’t on birth control there wouldn’t be a year you weren’t pregnant💀

But Kento is Kento and he’s nothing if not safe so it takes months before he’s fucking you raw and he’s very dilligent about making sure your pill is taken on time and regularly. He does want kids with you but he doesn’t want any surprises.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes when you play with his nipples. He’s got a sensitive chest and even though it’s slightly embarrassing and he likes to act unbothered, he’ll let out the cutest little sighs and buck his hips up if you twist the rosy buds between your fingers and stroke him nice and slow. He likes when you take control occasionally, but he would never outright admit it. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s only had one partner before when he was a lot younger, so most of his experience has been developed through you. He was basically a virgin when you two met, but he’s a diligent learner and we know when Kento is locked in he is LOCKED in.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He really like missionary 🥺 He wants to be able to see your pretty face when he’s making love to you. In general he prefers to have you on your back, and if he’s feeling rougher than usual he’ll put you in the mating press. It’s a win-win situation for both of you, you get your shit rocked and he gets to blow off steam. He likes the way your eyes roll back when he’s fucking you nice and deep 🥴

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’ll let a little chuckle slide now and then, but as mentioned prior when he is locked in he’s locked. When he’s in the moment, he wants to remain in the moment with you, like he’s painting every sound, every twitch of your lip and jerk of your hips to memory. He’s just about as aware as any sorcerer that life is fleeting so he wants to remember every moment he can with you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yes y’all the carpets match the drapes 🙄 i’m just playing, his pubic hair is more of a dirty blonde brunette color than the hair on his head. He likes to keep things neat and tidy so he manscapes every week to make sure things are smelling good and its not too rough, because his pubes are actually quite coarse. He worries about your skin when you’re down there so you don’t get irritated. 🥺

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

We all know I am a big fan of tender lover Kento. He’s not a casual lover type of person, so when he finds the one he’s an all in kind of person. He wants to give his body to you, mind and soul, he wants to marry you one day, but due to life being so fleeting it's not something he can promise. So every time he makes love to you, it’s a silent promise he’s making to you, a vow of body and blood. Tied together by your pleasure. Sex isn’t just sex to Kento, it’s love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is but a man. It's not as often as when he was single, but when he’s pulling over time and his mind wanders to you asleep in your shared bed he gets a little hot and bothered. He’d pull his cock out of his slacks with a hiss and have a napkin ready on standby.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM. Every aspect of it appeals to Kento. He lives a very high stress life so being able to come home and have a sense of control for once. He’s also not opposed to occasionally giving up control, if you’re into that. It wouldn’t be his first time doing so. He does his research and actually finds the practice to be really stimulating to his mind. He’s more involved in the community than anybody would assume given his looks. He goes to workshops in his own time and comes back looking absolutely pleased with himself as he relays the information he’s learned.

He thinks you look very beautiful tied up and wanting for him. He also can’t help himself but to press on the bruises he’s given you to tease you throughout the day.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Home. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Submission. Complete unabashed submission drives him crazy. He finds it cute when you’re bratty but it makes him melt when you’re good. He can’t help but dote on you and give you whatever you want if you behave and ask him nicely. He does think it’s cute when you think having an attitude is going to get you what you want.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like pain being inflicted on himself or degradation. Those are the two things that would have him safewording. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Like most of the JJK men Kento is a munch. This is a show full of munches and he’s got his degree in munchology from the university of headington. He loves to come home from a long day at work and lay between your thighs, lapping at your clit giving you nice slow orgasms.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It honestly depends on the situation. He’ll give it to you however you want, unless you were being especially bratty. If so then he’s going to tie you up and give it to you so mind numbingly slow until you’re crying and giving him an acceptable apology.

“I-ah! Kento!”you cry out. His hands grip your hips tightly as he pushes in slowly.

“That’s not a full sentence, my dear”he coos, sliding his hand down to rub his thumb teasingly over your clit.

“Mmm fuck!”

“So close baby, but it's not nice to curse your dom”he chuckles, increasing the speed of his thumb, but stopping anytime he feels you get a little too tight.

“Try again.”

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

It’s not really his thing 🤷🏾‍♀️ he really enjoys taking his time when it comes to these matters, so quickies don’t necessarily appeal to him. If you push him enough to make him snap tho, let’s just say the bathroom of the fancy restaurant is starting to look acceptable.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Kento kinda just follows the motto of RACK(risk aware consensual kink) he would argue that every type of sex has some level of risk involved(um actually 🤓☝🏻 headass 😒) but since so much of sex is new to him in this relationship he’s game to try new things.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Kento has a good 2 rounds in him I’m ngl🧍🏾‍♀️ but he lasts an almost abnormally long time during these two rounds. He has an immense amount of self control during sex and will hold back his own orgasm until you’ve cum. You can sit there and ride him to your heart's content and he’s not busting until you’re seeing stars.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has an extensive amount of toys in his collection and it’s still growing. He thinks that toys enhance play so he’s completely down to use toys in the bedroom. He likes nice, well made things so he’s got a few small businesses that he gives his business to. He’s on a first name basis with some of the shop owners and he tips handsomely so he’s given tons of freebies. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Nanami Kento is one fucking tease alright. He enjoys teasing you and he’s very eager to use it as punishment because he’s so fucking good at it. It’s mainly because he has unwavering patience and self restraint especially when it comes to making a point. He leans towards edging vs overstimulation when he’s teasing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a sigher and a groaner. He prefers to keep his noises to a minimum so he can hear you, but there’s a really cute thing he does when he gets close in missionary. His cheeks go pink and his ears go red, and he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck to hide his stuttered moans and grunts. He gets really soft and keening when you rub his back or stroke his hair while he’s thrusting in you. Call him a good boy at the right time and he’s sobbing.

Kento praise kink supremacy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

His scalp is really sensitive so he likes having his hair pulled. It drives him crazy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Kento is a good 6-7 inches, he’s definitely packing. The girth of his cock is average and he’s got a slight curve to him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a pretty routine sex drive if that makes any sense 💀 like he’s pretty predictable so it’s easy to fall into a pattern with him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep until you’re asleep. It’s always been a thing with him to make sure you’re asleep before closing his eyes. He likes to debrief right after scenes during aftercare so he’s getting you two nice and cozy in the living room with cups of tea and pastries he’s stashed. He’ll hold you close to his chest and praise you tenderly while you guys discuss the scene.

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Stripped Bare

Actress!Natasha Romanoff x Stripper!F!R

Warnings: Faulty Contraceptive, Unplanned Pregnancy, Abandonment, Sex Work, Troubled Birth/C-Section, Insecure R, Slightly Toxic Nat (Redeemable 🥵)

Smut: Daddy (N) | Natasha has a dick | Breeding | Praising | Overstimulation | (1st) Dick-Riding, Unprotected Sex, Marking | (2nd) Oral (R), Lactation, Unprotected Sex(Multi).

18+ | Minors DNI

"There you go pretty girl." Natasha's voice was as smooth as velvet as she egged you on, her fingers trailed up your spine, trying to distract you from the burn as you sunk onto her cock.

You mewled at the feeling of her bareness against your walls for the first time, and felt as she twitched uncontrollably at the sound. Her face burrowed into your neck momentarily as she too got used to the feeling of your molten heat wrapping around her in a delectable way.

It was as if you were perfectly made for her.

——

"You always take daddy's cock so well," she hummed her lewd words against your throat, her teeth grazed over your skin, leaving behind marks she was never meant to. Being that you were contractually obligated not to let the customers touch, marks were a hard fast no, but she was always an exception to the rule.

A well known actress, philanthropist, and even a business owner, well on her way to becoming a billionaire within another decade's times; Natasha rarely heard the word no anymore.

Your boss never much minded your sessions running over, or your disheveled state once she had a wad of 100's in her hand to compensate.

You were her best dancer, and therefore you were the only one Natasha ever accepted.

She refused to admit it went deeper than your talent status at first, it was only carnal even if she was drawn to you from the minute she stepped into the club. It was purely physical.

Until one day it wasn't.

What used to be quick fucks turned into full blown nights of passion that ended with soft moments of aftercare. Her touches said she loved you, even if her pragmatic words didn't.

It was after her last visit that she realized she'd fallen for you, or moreover when she finally admitted it, but frustratingly she had too much going on personally to say that to you just yet.

So instead of being upfront, she just bought out every slot you had this week, and filled you to the brim every night with her cock. This night not an exception, but more so an overzealous attempt to fuck you into being hers fully.

Had she just spoken to you she would've known you already were. No one else even interested you anymore after you two had started fooling around nearly two years ago.

Natasha felt the same, she'd usually have a new girl every week as she traveled the world, but now she hadn't gone more than a month without seeing you since. Tonight though, she had to tell you that changed. She pushed off the films she'd already signed on for long enough.

"Oh detka," she moaned as you picked up a steady rhythm riding her, you looked so pretty with your head thrown back like this, and with every intentional clench of your walls she was losing control, her hips jerked and she began to pound upwards which derailed your bouncing.

"I'm going to cum," Natasha shrieked, your eyes flew open, but your stammering was quickly disregarded by the lust drunk woman. “Don't worry detka, I'll buy you a plan B."

You nearly laughed in her face, of course the woman knows about plan B. Plan A should simply be her not saying she'd pull out then unilaterally deciding against it in the heat of the moment. Birth control be damned, she was just too cocky with her decision making for your liking, as if she owned you or something.

You wish she did honestly, but that's a pipe dream. This was always something you wanted, you craved it honestly, usually you'd beg her to breed you, but that came with the knowledge that she never would. She had a not so private career, and she was at her peak so she'd told you once in an exhaustion led conversation that settling down wasn't an option at the time.

Then she continued to show up and fuck you senseless, she'd behave like a jealous lover when you held a session with her after another, but she never verbalized it. She simply let her resentment show through her harsh thrusts, and you reminded her with your screams of praise that only she got to have you like this.

"Gonna fill you up detka, you want that?" You nodded, far too gone in the pleasure to speak, and the woman found herself delighted by her ability to fuck you so dumb. "Oh you're going to look so pretty carrying my baby one day."

Her load shot out of her along with a groan. Her fingers dug into your hips, teeth scraping over your pulse point harshly, you shuddered.

Natasha's orgasm directly caused yours, your head flew back, back arching your chest into hers, and the redhead quickly tightened her arms around your waist to keep you upright.

"Fuck," she panted hoarsely, "You're milking me for all I'm worth, gonna be full of my seed."

"Wanna have your baby so bad Natty," you admitted your far off fantasy, causing her to groan, her cock twitching against your walls, releasing even more of her cum inside of you.  

"You'd be so pretty," Natasha whispered, her lips moving up the side of your neck as she continued to thrust shallowly. "A total vision."

She pulled back, leaning into her chair so she could admire your blissed out face. Trying to commit your features to her memory since it would be a long while before she saw you. The more she thought it over, it honestly pained her that you didn't have any photos together.

"Detka," she whispered softly, your glossy eyes fluttered open and she melted at the sight. "Can I take a photo, please?" You were really supposed to say no, to deny her the privilege as was a rule of the Red Room, but you didn't.

Natasha smirked as you nodded. She reached for her phone in a frenzy, picking you up and dropping you back down on her cock to truly get you picture ready. You instantly screamed out in pleasure, your mind far too hazy to hear the consecutive click of the actresses camera.

She never spoke in plurality, but her gallery was filling fast. She just couldn't stop herself as you made so many different expressions, all of them hot as hell as she filled you to the brim.

Natasha sloppily linked her lips with yours, you heard the click this time and smiled goofily. The redheads heart swelled, hope filling her as you wore a genuine expression. She was gutted seconds later as her phone alarm went off. Her Hollywood soft hands stilled your continuous bouncing, because if she didn't stop you now she'd miss her three am flight to London.

It was already passed midnight, her bags were packed and in her trunk. All there was left to do was break the news to you, and hope you accepted her proposal. She's sure you will.

"I have to go," she whispered, her tone somber.

You frowned, looking at your watch to see it was only 12:15. Fear flooded your heart at the idea that maybe she was growing tired of you, she never leaves before the club closes. You realized that maybe this was it, she was done.

Natasha felt the way you tensed, her hands moved to cup your cheeks, bringing your avoidant gaze back down to meet hers.

"Hey," she coo'd, "I have a flight to catch is all."

You nodded, trying to reel your emotions back in. You felt so pathetic, this was only business after all. She's not responsible for your feelings.

With a rushed response you clambered off her, holding back a whimper as you hollowed. The sensation a perfect mirroring of your heart.

Natasha hated how you looked to be in pain. All because she's behaving like a coward. It's not like she couldn't just be with you, it would have to be long distance, but it could work.

But she wants this to start when she's free, and able to devote all of her attention to you. So for now this will have to be enough for you both.

"I need you to do me a big favor," she finally cut through the tense silence, as both of you stood fully redressed. Her body molded against yours naturally, pushing you against the wall. 

"What is it Nat?"

"Stop dancing," she commanded breathlessly, "I have to go, and it will be a year until I can return to you." You could almost hear a subtle nervousness that she'd never exuded before.

You wanted to give in to her right away, but you couldn't, it wasn't fair of her to ask this.

"Nat, I need this income for my bills, and I don't even understand why I would stop. You're only one of my many clients."

The one you'd fallen in love with... But she didn't need to know that, it was embarrassing.

"Because this pussy is mine Y/N," she growled. "I will properly compensate you—say yes."

Natasha didn't mean to be so gruff with you, but hearing you speak of this as if it was only ever a business arrangement pissed her off.

You guys spent many nights wrapped up in each other. She knew your hopes and dreams. You knew hers. This wasn't just sex anymore.

"I'm serious detka," Natasha's tone was free of lust now, it was authoritative, but soft and that only served to give you a false sense of hope.

You went to rebut her request, painfully so, but she simply shook her head, effectively shushing you. "You'll be okay, no need to worry about anything but your studies now moya lyubov'"

Natasha never told you what her words meant, you'd always just assumed them to be baseless words of endearment, but in this one moment you allowed yourself to believe it was more.

Natasha wished you knew it was, it would be so much easier if you only knew she loved you.

You nodded, heart skipping as her expression blossomed into something truly comforting.

Then your phone dinged, Natasha slipped it into your hands and watched with a smug grin as you gasped. Immediately you shook your head, half a million dollars being deposited into your account giving you a rush of panic.

"Natasha, i-it's too much." The redhead simply shook her head, negating your weak protests. "It's enough to get you by and then some until I'm back from my year away. You deserve it."

"I can't accept this Nat," you tried to deny her, but you both knew you could, and with the stern look she gave you knew you would.

"You can," she bluntly replied, her attempt of leaving no room for argument, but then she softened, kissing your lips as she mumbled, "and you should, take the break moya lyubov'."

You sighed against her lips, your subtle way of conceding to her request. Natasha deepened the kiss then, your arms lazily wrapped around her neck, and she happily made out with you. Then the redheads phone went off, she groaned but looked down to see her driver was calling her, again, so she pulled away with a sad smile.

"Take care of yourself Y/N/N," she pecked your lips again, then her warmth left yours. Both of you had tears brimming in your eyes as she walked away, neither of you would let them fall though until you were safely concealed away from prying eyes. And away from one another.

"Have fun Natty, don't forget about me." Her hand hesitated on the knob now because you sounded serious. As if you believed she could.

Natasha could never forget you; her angel.

You'd never known it, but you saved her soul.

With that precious heart, and gorgeous smile.

Those eyes of yours that said you cared.

Natasha knew she was doomed to fall for you on that first night, it's why she kept returning.

Natasha cleared her throat, doing her best to remain chill. She soon turned to you with a wry smile. "I just had my fun detka," she winked "and I never would dream of forgetting you.

——~~~~~——~~~~~~~~——~~~~~——

A year flew by in no time, and now here you stood. With a baby on your hip, and a mind lost in a fantasy. You wished life wasn't so cruel.

The sound of the kettle whistling brought you out of your steamy daydream of a night past.

That was the last time you saw the woman, besides for on your TV. She'd unfairly asked you to wait for her to return, but never once did she give you a concrete reason to believe this was anything more than just business.

The PR surrounding her and her female costar didn't help to quell your fears of inadequacy.

They only made you realize this was a fantasy.

Natasha actually loving you was a sweet delusion you let yourself cling to for too long, now you had to move on for your sons sake.

Natasha's son... He looks so much like her. You sometimes wonder if things would be different if she knew. Would she actually step up?

You're not sure if you'll ever know. Your loyalty to her comes to an end tonight, you're certain she won't take that well, but that's tough shit.

The bucket loads of money she gave you ran out just last month, and so you hadn't much of a choice anymore. You had to return to work if you were going to support your family unit. She didn't own you, and so she would have to face the consequences of her every previous action.

She knocked you up, then skipped town by the next day without even leaving you her number. She couldn't exactly hold this against you.

After delivering the mug of tea to your ailing mother you passed your son to your brother, leaving a kiss on his chubby cheek before looking to your sibling with a stern glare.

"He's safe," he grumbled, "Now go be a hoe."

You rolled your eyes, flipping your brother off as you slipped out of the door with your bag.

A tear slid down your cheek, but you moved passed the anxiety, and drove off to the club.

—

News travels fast, you were always the clubs best girl so they announced your return days in advance, and of course as Nat landed back in LA she saw the news in an email from the club.

Her phone screen audibly cracked as she slammed it into the counter, and after a hot shower the redhead was on her private jet en route to New York, where you currently were in the back of the club trying on your best set.

You frowned when the lacy one piece struggled to get over your newly protruding hips. Every day you are reminded of your new body, and the miracle it pulled off creating your son, but it feels more burdensome in times like this.

Then you look down at the time, see your son's perfect face, and remember that though your circumstances aren't ideal, you wouldn't trade him for the world. So, with a brave face, and makeup over your newfound beauty marks you anxiously made your way out to the floor.

As soon as you stepped out the spotlight fell to you and the crowd roared with excitement. You were beyond overwhelmed as your eyes trailed over the crowd, many of your regulars from the years past were here to welcome you back. It was nice, but when you didn't find the pair of green you were hoping to your mood dropped.

The show must go on though, and when your boss called for you to greet Mrs. Lawrence, you waltzed right on over with a bright smile.

"Y/N, dear, it's been too long," the much older woman lifted your hand to her lips for a kiss that made you internally cringe. Another one of your rule breakers, with loads of her husbands money to cover up her perceived deviancies.

Her lips were dry, cracked with lines that held stories you didn't ever intend to learn. The only lines that mattered to you, that were engrained in the deepest crevices of your soul, were the ones that belonged to Natasha Romanoff.

A thin layer of wetness coated your lower lashes at the thought, but you held back the tears, and even more so on the need to retch.

You had bills to pay.

"Mrs. Lawrence," you greeted in a sultry tone, eyes batting up at her as she towered over you. "It's been quite some time since we've last been acquainted. Please tell me you rented a room."

You felt sick to your stomach...

"Oh, why of course I did sweetie..."

Natasha entered the club, determined in her stride as she let the anger in her soul win out. Her eyes only took seconds to zero in on you, and once they saw the elder woman escorting you to a room they narrowed in raw anger.

Fortunately your boss caught wind of the redheads arrival, she interrupted your current rendezvous and promised Mrs. Lawrence that she'd have her chance with you. Before you could ask your boss why you had your answer.

A strong hand wrapped around your bicep, dragging you down the dark hallways to the back of the line of rooms, and tossed you beyond the door, your body hitting the floor.

"I-um, shit, are you okay?" Natasha scrambled forward and pulled you up, her fast hands assessing you for injury. She didn't mean for you to get hurt, the angry adrenaline had just taken over. You nodded, "I'm okay Natty..."

She scoffed, how could you use such a sweet name when you clearly didn't love her the way that she loved you. God, did she love you.

"What part of stop dancing didn't you get?"

"Nat," your lip trembled as you stared back at her scared. She was furious, and that upset you terribly. "I'm broke... I had no other choice."

"I paid you more than enough, stop lying."

"I-I had to spend the bulk of the money Nat."

"I gave you half a million dollars Y/N!" She exasperated, "Fuck, you're such a whore!"

"My mom's sick!" You spat back now, "Her medical bills alone took a fourth of it," you reluctantly admitted, "Then another chunk went to paying off my schooling and for basic necessities. Not to mention I had to get us a house to stay in, one with a comfortable space for my mom, and with enough rooms for all of us," you continued, but Natasha just couldn't move passed the way you said all of us...

Did you have a partner she wasn't aware of?

Was she really that fucking clueless, and you that much of a conniving, filthy whore?

"Who the hell is 'us'?" She suddenly shouts, causing you to flinch fearfully and step even further away from her. "Y/N, I'm not going to ask again," she growls, then if things weren't bad enough your phone began to ring, and before you could send your mom to voicemail Natasha snatched the phone from your hands, and you tried to stop her but it was too late.

The natural redhead turned away to see the culprit, but she nearly dropped the phone when the call ended and she saw your lock screen.

There before her very eyes was a sweet little baby boy, he couldn't have been more than a month old in the photo. He'd been yawning, but one of his eyes was still slightly open and the murky shade of green was unmistakable.

"I wanted to tell you, but you never left me with any way to contact you, and it would've been too risky for you if I tried to find you. Plus, you didn't even want him, the pill that failed told me that much," you spoke up from behind her, the subtle disdain was clear in your tone, but Natasha couldn't be bothered to care about it.

She'd come back here tonight to remind you that you were hers, to put an end to the unspoken of tension, and give you the label you'd both been painstakingly yearning for.

But now, she's leaving this nightclub a mother.

That was never on the agenda, but the longer she stares at the photo of your baby, the more her heart seems to settle into the role, her mind runs wild with all the possibilities of a life she'd always wanted but never slowed down to have.

"Get dressed," she instructs with a level tone, smirking teasingly when you scoff. "Natasha, I have a job to do, and your tips are unwanted!"

Natasha frowns as you continue. "They come with unfair requirements, and I can no longer live on your timeline, I have four mouths to feed, and a mountain of medical bills stacking up." Her heart cracks as your pained words fly at her, but she's quick to straighten herself out.

"Y/N, you have to know that I am not going anywhere, right?" It was your turn to frown now as you took in the nervous way her hands fidgeted. "It hurts to see you think so little of me, but I guess that's really my own fault."

"Natasha, I." Before you could piggyback to make her feel better she shushed you, her hand waving in the air. "You don't need to do that. I'm here to fix this baby, I am here to stay, it's the whole reason why I came here tonight."

Natasha sat down in the chair she's been in many times before, but tonight was different from the rest, it came with soft confessions, "Come, sit on my lap darling, let me explain."

You cautiously took her extended hand to allow her to pull you into her lap, and you bit your lip instinctually upon feeling her large bulge.

"I flew in this morning, after all my many projects were finally completed, and before I could seek you out I was notified of your reappearing debut at the club tonight," she tiredly explains, "I was furious—as you could see, but that's all because of," she pauses, her heart stuttering in her chest, and beating so loud she could hear it, only you had this affect on her, it was like you were a drug cruising through her veins and lighting her nerves.

"I—Fuck, this is harder than I expected it to be," she chuckled humorlessly, you felt the way her body tensed up, so you took a bit of a risk; you intertwined your hand with hers, and used your other to cup her cheek with a tenderness.

It seemed to be a good call since Natasha's body immediately melted into the chair at the sign of affection, while her lips softly pressed to your palm, "I'm in love with you Y/N." You gasped softly, never expecting to hear those words from her, but they were the ones that had always lived in your dreams. "It wasn't my intention to fall, but after our first encounter I knew I was stepping off the ledge if I returned."

The woman could see the gears turning in your mind, it was clear you were trying to get how she could have been so pragmatic at the end of each session, but had also been falling in love.

"Which is why I kept coming back, and booking your slots full when I couldn't be here. It was a tactic to keep you untouched by others; you're mine. It was also to take care of you as best I could," she took your smirk as a good sign, and so she went on, shooting her shot in totality.

"That's all I want to do Y/N, to take care of you, I'm here to offer me completely, my heart is irrevocably yours, as is my body and soul."

You pouted inquisitively, the distrust obvious, and that spurred her on to fight harder for you.

"Please, let me love you like I always should've, to make up for the time lost, and to make this unexpected, but wanted family whole," the words left her with such conviction you weren't able to perceive them as anything less than true, so you answered her with a needy kiss.

Then you cupped her bulge through her pants, the woman groaned hotly against your lips, it took everything in her not to take you then.

"Detka, we don't have to." Natasha gripped your shoulders, using what little restraint she had she pushed you back. Worry ebbed its way into her heart, she feared you thought she expected sex from you in the moment, and as much as she wanted it, she didn't want to rush.

"I know," you whispered, "I want you, please."

"You have me detka. Daddy's got you."

Natasha stood up, your legs wrapped around her waist instantaneously, and she continued to kiss you rather sloppily while her free hand meticulously removed her belt causing her slacks to hit the floor. Her cock sprung free from its confines, slapping into your wet slit, and effectively pulling a soft moan from you.

"You always make such pretty noises," she purred against the skin of your neck as she teasingly rubbed her shaft against you, intent as an abundance of your slick transferred and eventually it trickled down both of your thighs.

Clearly foreplay was unnecessary, but that didn't matter to her. Natasha swiftly set you down, removing your lingerie in a flash. Her hands groped you over the cups on your breasts before she expertly removed them. Her hands continued to knead the sore flesh before you could warn her, though it didn't matter much because you breathily moaned in relief and she salivated at the white pebbling.

Natasha was desperate, "I need to taste you!" Her plump lips brushed over your collarbones, she stuck her tongue out, licking the salty skin as she inched closer to where you needed relief. She was panting just the same as you, this need to taste your breastmilk something new to her.

Her body was warmed by the palpable desire.

You whimpered embarrassingly as her tongue swirled around your nipple before settling beneath as her lips enclosed around the bud. Pre-cum spurted from the tip of Natasha's cock at your noises, and the overwhelming sweet taste that flooded her mouth after a soft suck.

"Fuck," she groaned against your sensitive areola, precious drops of white dripped from her lips and she cursed herself for losing any of it. "It's so sweet, detka, you're just so perfect!"

The smell of your arousal soon flooded the steamy room, pulling your lover from your breasts. She'd cleared your supply out anyway, so it was not shocking that she was kissing down your body now. There was insecurity in the way you moved earlier, when she removed your lingerie, and that made her heart hurt.

Change is inevitable when you carry life, bodies change in permanent ways as skin stretches. It is a miracle, one you've lived through as you carried her son. These dark stripes that now adorned your breasts, stomach and hips were only a beautiful reminder of that miracle. Natasha thought you were beautiful regardless of what you believed, the truth was obvious.

"God Y/N," she groaned, her lips softly pressed into the skin of your hips. It melted you to feel her smile against the new divots in your skin. "My gorgeous girl, look at you carrying around these beautiful marks in memory of our love."

An unexpected sob bubbled up from your chest as your heart melted at her subtle mention of your son, and the genuine lilt to her tone as she praised you for him had you swooning harder.

Natasha went slow as she loosely gripped at your lusher hips, her chapped lips from the constant atmospheric changes scraped over your pregnancy pouch. Kisses being left behind with a whispered praise to follow each one.

"You're the most beautiful girl here Y/N," she sighed as her soft fingertips trailed over the stretch marks while her lips pressed a kiss to the pudgy skin, she smiled against you making you feel her sincerity as she spoke on, "In that room full of people trying to get my attention I only ever saw you—my beautiful, sweet girl"

Her confession made you cry happy tears, she gripped your hand instantly, stroking it in a comforting way as she continued to kiss all over your body. Her lips paused over the scar on your lower belly, you felt her copycat tears, and placed a comforting hand on the back of her head. She chuckled emotionally, pulling back to gaze right into your eyes. Hers were apologetic, remorseful, and sickeningly loving.

“It’s okay Natty,” you reassured, hand slipping to cup her cheek instead. “We’re all okay now.”

Now… Insinuating back to a time when you weren’t, and when she wasn’t there for you.

Natasha pulled her emotions back in for the sake of you. She took her time moving down your body, even slower now, she ignored the ache in her thighs as she stayed crouched. It was important for her to cherish you, she was building your confidence back up as she loved your every mark and curve without hesitation.

When she finally finished dropping to her knees you were dripping for her. She licked her lips seductively, inhaling a long breath as she admired your cunt, the intoxicating smell of your intimacy was enough to drive her feral.

Natasha smiled up at you deviously, "I can't wait to taste you detka." She pressed a kiss to your inner thigh as she breathed, "It's been too damn long." She was letting you know she was preparing to bury her tongue inside of you.

You sent her down a nervous smile, arousing her even further when you looked scared like this. Like you were just a helpless fly caught in her trap, ready to be devoured whole by her venomous lips that spun a sweet web of lust.

Natasha gently lifted your left leg up, settling the crook of your knee onto her outer shoulder, leaving your thighs spread wide open for her. She kissed your skin and whispered, "I love you so much Y/N." You smiled at her words, then her lips latched onto your clit within seconds and you felt it. There was nothing but truth to them, she loved you beyond reason, which is exactly why she's on a prolonged acting hiatus.

You winced as she slipped her tongue inside of your tight hole, the subtle stretch stung. It'd been so long since you felt like this, you'd obviously been untouched since she left; you'd fallen pregnant, and were irrevocably hers.

There was just never going to be a person who knew your body as well. After a few gentle swirls around your clit you settled into the feel of the intrusion, and soon enough you were screaming out in pleasure. Natasha already had you teetering and it'd been under two minutes.

"Need to cum daddy," you panted, "Can I?"

Natasha hummed as she contemplated letting you, her choice made your body freeze, the sensation of the vibration was dizzying. Your clit then reacted as it pulsed beneath her lips.

"Please daddy," you begged, knowing that she loved it whenever you were desperate for her, but you didn't exactly wait for a response as you ground your clit down. Nat harshly gripped your quivering thighs when you tried to resolve your lack of friction problem by riding her perfectly sculpted nose instead of allowing her to remain in charge of your building pleasure.

You whined pitifully as Natasha pulled away with a fixed glare. She shook her head, and softly tutted, "Have some patience detka." Her tongue teasingly swirled around your sensitive bud in the following breath, and you moaned hoarsely. "Let us have our overdue reunion."

Natasha returned to her ministrations with a mumble of permission. You refocused on the pleasure, and felt it increase as you locked eyes. Those green eyes of hers that once presented as a mystery to you now gazed up at you with so much love that you couldn't help but to break.

"Oh daddy, fuck, you're making me cum!!"

Natasha was in awe seeing you coming undone, her cock throbbed as she saw your eyes become hazier. Your tang traversed over her tastebuds. She soon became drunk on your familiar essence as she worked tirelessly to clean you up. There was no turning back, she couldn't stop lapping at you, her shockingly strong arms wrapped around your quivering thighs from below as she hoisted you up, and gently shifted your body to the couch all the while never retreating from her spot between your thighs.

Her strength was borderline ungodly.

The woman had lost her mind as she continued to eat you out, she gleefully ignored her lungs need for air. It was almost like she was stealing yours so perfectly that she became immune to the need to obtain her own oxygen. It was only when her cock throbbed against her leg as you pushed her away with force that she stopped.

"No more," you whimpered, "It's too much."

It wasn't a lie, you were grossly overstimulated, but you were also somewhat bluffing. If you were truly done you'd have whispered your safe word, Red, but you didn't which really only meant you needed a minute. So, for the now, Natasha took to catching her breath while her hands softly caressed your hips. Then slowly but surely she kissed her way back up your body until her smirking face hovered yours.

"Are you ready for daddy's cock yet detka?" She kissed you, her tongue down your throat before you could even respond, you moaned around the muscle as the many tastes caught up to you. There was a bitterness reminiscent of coffee, it was easily drowned out by a sweetness that you knew had come from your breast milk, but that was also rather faint in comparison to your heady arousal that sheened over her face.

"Come on detka," she husked breathlessly, you felt the way her shaft pulsed against your skin as she laid atop of you. "Let me fill you up, I know you must've missed daddy's cock."

"I did," you genuinely cried, sparkling eyes boring into hers as your nails dug into her shoulders in emphasis. Natasha smirked, and gave your honest words a reward as she lined up her fat tip with your entrance and pushed.

"Oh fuck daddy, missed you so much" you squealed as she slowly but surely filled you.

Natasha chuckled softly, "It so good to be home detka." Her lips instantly latched onto the soft skin of your neck as she continued to thrust her cock forward. "Fuck," she panted harshly as her hips stuttered. Sharp teeth suddenly bit into the skin around your pulse point, and you clenched hard, "You're hugging me just right detka, feels like this pussy was made for me."

You lowly moaned your shared sentiments, words long since lost in the fog of your mind as you continued to flutter around her. Raspy, overwhelmed moans followed, up against the skin of your bruising throat as she felt your slicked walls slowly spreading apart for her.

The stretch had your eyes crossed, your hole was so damn tight, and Natasha felt that with every inch she sunk inside, it was heavenly. The way your walls clung to her shaft had her dizzy from the momentary lack of circulation. Then after a moment of complete stillness, where she'd buried her head in the crook of your neck so you both could adjust to the sensation, she slowly began to rock her hips.

The pace remained slow for awhile, the woman remembered just how much your pussy loved tender strokes. Steadily she built you up, the pit of arousal in your lower belly was reaching unbearable. Natasha waited until your first whine of identifiable pain to still herself, her lips kissed up your neck until she was by your ear, "Tell daddy what you need detka. Go on."

"I-I," you swallowed thickly as her eyes were incredibly intense as they peered into yours. "I'm so close daddy, just need you to play." You waved your hands a bit but she played dumb.

"How ever do you mean detka?" Natasha flashed you a teasing grin and you groaned, hands flying up to block your face but she stopped them. "Tell daddy, or you get nothing."

"No. No, please," you cried. "I'm sorry daddy. I just need you to play with my clit please."

"Whatever you need detka." Natasha increased her pace as well, her lips met yours for a sloppy kiss full of tongue and your heavy panting as you struggled to keep up with her pace with her thumb pressing calculated circles into your clit.

A loud snort came from your lips as you fell head first into your orgasm. It was intense, your body shook on top of the bed and your pussy held onto your lovers dick for dear life. Natasha felt like she was going to pass out if she didn't get a second to breathe freely.

After you came around her dick Natasha knew she was close. Bringing you over the edge of no return had always kept her on the edge of her own bliss without much need for friction. It's happened many times actually, where she blew a load without warning onto the furniture just because of how you tasted on her tongue, or for whenever you'd desperately moaned for more.

Natasha was a full time simp for you, nothing turned her on more than your pleasure, so as she continued to bury her throbbing cock into your soaked cunt she knew it wouldn't be long.

The lust of the situation almost made her keep going, but she was feeling nostalgic, so she decided to slow her thrusts. Wordlessly she moved your connected bodies again until she was sat in the chair that started it all. Your lip trembled as you fully sunk onto her, and the deja vu of the moment had tears welling up.

"Shh, don't cry detka," she coo'd, her thumb gently wiped the tears from your cheek, you leaned into the touch which made her smile. Seeing you find comfort in her was out of this world, it felt like her heart was mending. She'd been broken for so long, but you fixed her.

Natasha looked into your glossy eyes with a smile that was riddled with mischief. Nostalgia aside, she had a plan, and you knew her well enough to know it. Without any instructions you began to bounce, she groaned as you had started with a rushed pace. A sign of just how desperate you also were for her to release.

But she needed to be sure first.

Natasha stilled your movements with hands on your cheeks, your eyes spun beneath your lids as your g-spot met her tip with dizzying force. "Want daddy to fill you up detka? Please say you want it too!" Your eyes lazily blinked open, you blearily saw that her lip was caught between her teeth and her eyes were pleading.

"Daddy please breed me!" Natasha grunted, "Are you sure?" You nodded, then squeaked out an adorable yes when she slapped your ass. She chuckled lowly, "Of course you are."

Natasha teasingly thrusted, but gave you nothing else. So you whined, shaking your shoulders in an attempt to get your mobility back but Natasha only gripped you tighter and slammed her lips into yours with brute force.

“Please,” your whisper was pathetically quiet, but Natasha heard you without a problem. The way she slowly picked up a pace while her soft hands roamed your perfect body a clear sign that your desperation affected her. Her words confirmed it: “I'll get you pregnant again detka, after I make you my wife, you'll be my perfect little breeding bitch." Natasha stilled. “Fuck!”

The entirety of your body warmed in tingles, her cum spurting into your walls was euphoric. Natasha’s chest heaved as you greedily kept bouncing, every single lift you’d clench, and she’d continue to feel her releasing into you. Milking her dry as she fought so hard for her even a semblance of cognition. “Detka please.”

You slowed your hips, Natasha’s heart began to follow suit. When you fully stopped, sat on her lap as your mixed releases pooled between your bodies, she leaned her head into your chest. Her nose nuzzled affectionately against the valley of your breasts. Her face decidedly settled there, shaky breaths flowing over your skin eventually faded into soft, steady ones.

While coming down from your own high your fingers mindlessly played with the extensions in her hair, tired eyes admiring the bleached shade, but also feeling ecstatic at the sight of the red roots reemerging. You yawned, the gesture muffling your words as you'd already began speaking, "I love the blonde Natty." She smiled against you tenderly, pulling back she leaned up to peck your lips, then she wrapped her arms around your neck, leaned back once more and nodded with a smile to urge you on.

"You look hot, really, but I prefer the red."

Natasha chuckled, her amusement obvious.

"Thank you detka." Natasha leaned down to kiss your cheek softly. "You ready to go now?"

You nodded and she grinned before reaching into her tote bag to grab a thin robe. Your brows lifted in amusement, her face lifted into a knowing smirk. "I must shield what's mine."

You giggled, "My clothes are down the hall."

The woman shrugged, "But this gives me easy access to you." You gulped and she smirked, her nail scraped over the exposed swell of your breasts as her tone remained teasing, "It's a long drive detka. What else will I do at stop lights if I can't reach over and fuck you dumb?"

"Focus on the road?" You suggested to which she sighed an exaggerated, "Booooring."

Natasha abruptly tied the robe shut, then lifted the both of you off the chair effortlessly. "Say goodbye to the red room detka." The both of you looked back briefly in a moment of appreciation for what it gave to you. "We'll never be back in here again, this chapter in our story is effectively closed moya lyubov'."

"What's that mean Natty?" Natasha blushed as she realized you'll finally get to see just how long you've been hers. "My love." The way your eyes filled with tears brought her close to a breakdown as well but she shushed you softly, "I told you detka, you've always been mine."

Natasha paid no mind to the stares of the patrons as she carried you out of the back room, your bag now slung over her shoulder. Your boss scowled, she didn't need the clientele getting the wrong idea about her business, but once again she was soothed by the cash your lover gave to her in thanks. "Y/N quits."

You giggled into her shirt as you heard your boss's breath catch, she furiously shouted after you both, vague threats to ruin the starlets life but she didn't care much. The world could hear about your story from the owner, or her, they can cast their judgement all they want, but at the end of the day she was happy with her life.

Natasha was happy with having you.

Natasha handed your car keys to her assistant, then she settled you into the back of her SUV before sliding in right beside you with a cheeky grin as you questioned the change in plans.

"I wanted to cuddle," she defended, you raised an untrusting brow, but then you gave her what she wanted by closely snuggling into her side.

Her arm draped over you as you made a call, and she decidedly texted her team about you. Shutting her phone off right as soon as a call began to ring in. They could figure it all out, that's what she pays them the big bucks for.

After you finished checking on your mom and son you turned to see the blonde staring longingly at your lock screen, so you handed her the phone with it open on his photo album.

Her heart fluttered painfully at the first image. It was a side to side comparison of when you were at the end of your pregnancy, bare belly protruding out far, and low. Pasted next to your post pregnancy body, with your newborn in front of your deflated belly, peacefully sleeping. His little face smushed into your arm.

Natasha cleared her throat, doing her best to lessen the emotion in her tone as she spoke. "What's his name?" you smiled fondly at the woman from your seat in the limo, "Apollo."

You were falling even harder, watching as she mindlessly scrolled through your phone with a wide smile as she looked at your shared son.

The natural redhead quirked her brow at you, her silent question rather obvious. "His birth certificate isn't signed yet, I couldn't finish it until I knew where you stood." She beamed at the exciting news, "Well, I say it's about time we get you both on the Romanoff train then."

"It'll take a bit more than some promise of forever and mind blowing sex to win my hand in marriage Nat." She smirked, humming thoughtfully as she leaned over to hover her lips over yours, "Prey tell, how do I do it?"

You pecked her lips. "Stay the night tonight."

"Oh sweetheart, I am not leaving your side," she kissed you deeply to quell your expected rebuttal to her words that almost seemed too good to be true, "This was my last movie for a very long time detka. Consider it like a sort of retirement for at least the next five years."

"Really?" You literally couldn't stop from dancing excitedly in your seat at her words. "Yes," she chuckled at your childlike glee.

"What's the plan exactly?" You pursed your lips up into a subtle pout, "Don't you live in LA?"

"I do," she sighed, "But we don't need to worry about that, I have multiple properties here, but none are close to home without you in them.

"Are you expecting to stay with us then?"

"We'll move on your timeline here, we don't have to move in together if you're not ready. Please just know that I am whenever you are, I'm aware I've had the upper hand in knowing what I wanted here, so I'll be there everyday for whatever you and Apollo need, but don't worry, not in a way that could be seen as overbearing."

"You know, I kinda like the idea of you in my bed every morning," you admitted, "So if it's all the same to you you can move in with us, or we can all follow you out to the golden state."

"I'm good with staying here," she decided, "Apollo's life is here, as is yours, we can decide where to go later, but for now home to me is wherever you are, and here is perfectly fine."

Instead of answering you leaned into her side, she kissed your forehead, and turned your phone so that you could look through them with her. You told her stories, of a wonderful three months spent with him up until you fell asleep, and she listened with a heavy heart.

Natasha carried you into your home, she set you on the couch then began to traipse around the place. She stumbled upon your mother, she was fast asleep with the bassinet beside her bed. Natasha peered into the bed to find a tiny set of green eyes curiously looking up at her.

"Hello there," she greeted in a whisper, he smiled widely, gums on full display as he happily kicked his feet, his natural trust in her clear. "I'm Natasha; you can call me mama."

Natasha didn't want to disturb your mother, it appeared she had just finished up a round of medicine based on the IV drip attached to her. So she lifted your son into her embrace, and reemerged in the living room moments later.

Apollo allowed her the chance to hold him in her lap without any fuss. She settled his butt on her knees, and laid him back on her forearms so she could really look him over. He wore a beige onesie she recognized, she nearly cried at your show of acknowledgment, it was a direct connection to her, a character she had voiced.

"You are so pretty," she admired his perfect blending of features. He was similar in skin tone to you, slightly lighter but not by much, and he currently had a head full of dark red locks that sold him as hers within an instant. His eyes were your shape, but unmistakably her gorgeous shade of green won out. He had a button nose, and his lips resembled yours.

Apollo observed his mother much the same, he couldn't exactly grasp much about her tie to him at only three months old, but his body knew she was a safe person. He'd been hesitant with most people, he took over a month to warm up to your nanny—your brother, who was currently making pasta for dinner and was none the wiser to your son's new whereabouts.

His tiny legs suddenly kicked her stomach as if he discovered something exciting and had to tell her, and surprisingly she understood the baby's little gesture. "What is it buddy?"

You smirked from behind her, "Mommy's boy."

You rounded the couch, and went to sit beside your girlfriend but she yanked you into her lap instead. She cradled the baby to her chest, and after you settled down with your back against the armrest, and with your legs on the couch she returned Apollo to lay on her arms that were now resting on your lap. "Moya sem'ya."

(My family)

Natasha kissed both of your cheeks, and you watched as tears befell hers. "Are you okay?"

She wiped her tears on the back of her hand as she nodded. "Honestly?" A wide grin suddenly took over her face. "I've never been better."

"Oh my gosh," you giggled wildly, "Is it true, that Hollywood's very own brooding lesbian with a train of fan girls is a total romantic?"

Natasha's jaw briefly clenched, you could cut through the thick tension with the sharp bones.

"They don't matter," she whispered, lower lip now wobbling. "Only you, and our son matter. Your family too. Fuck the fans and Fuck the media." She needed you to know, that without a doubt, she's exactly where she wants to be.

"Natasha, hey it's okay, I know," you spoke softly, thumb caressing her cheek as you slowly ran it down to the taut skin of her jaw, she miraculously responded and unclenched.

Then you tilted her face up with your fingers beneath her chin. "I was only playing your silly title up, I know what I have with you is sacred."

"Because it is," she chokes out, her voice raspy as she's overcome with emotion, "I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone before. I adore the way you tell me about your studies while I mindlessly play with the short hairs on the nape your neck. The way you always took care of me after a session, I'd clean your body, but you'd mend my heart with just a smile."

"Fuck Natasha, I thought I was done crying over you," your tone was humorous as you slapped her shoulder lightly. Natasha chuckled, not at your loaded words, but at the way your son went from lazily smiling to glaring up at her in wonder. You laughed too once you caught on. "Don't worry bubby, Mama's just making Mommy happy, it's a-okay malysh."

Natasha smiled at you, leaning in swiftly she stole an appreciative kiss. "You're learning Russian for our son?" You smiled softly and she couldn't fight the blush running up her neck. "God Y/N, you're the ideal partner."

Apollo huffed when you leaned in to kiss Natasha again, for a few beats longer than the last time. You smirked when Natasha pulled away from you all concerned. Her eyes surveyed the infant with precision, and once she concluded he wasn't hurt she locked her gaze on his face. His chubby, adorable face glistening in his drool. She sighed in relief as Apollo returned to his calmed demeanor. He grinned up at her over his fingers and blew.

"Oh look," you jested, pointing a thumb at him, he looks up at you in pre offense. "He's gotten his jealousy from you, it must be hereditary."

"It's definitely a biological response," she jests back with that notorious wink smirk combo of hers that initially drew you to her, and sends a shiver running up and down your spine.

"You're insatiable dorogoy," you call her out, meanwhile your slyly shifting your legs around in an attempt to get relief. Natasha notices.

"I adore your Russian accent baby," she giggles, a rare melodic sound that humanizes your actress of a lover. "It's uniquely you."

Natasha throws her head back as she cackles. The glare you'd sent her was priceless. You slapped her arm once again and your son laughed. The both of you stilled. Shocked to hear that precious sound from your tiny guy.

Your brother came running into the living room, a bandana on his head pushing his hair back, wearing a pink "Kiss the Chef" apron with white frills on the bottom with a sizzling pan in hand. He shrieks as soon as he sees the starlet beneath you. He lifts the spatula up to shield his face, but it hides nothing, the shame is evident. He leaves just as fast as he came.

The room is silent for a moment, your son looks as if he's deep in thought. His tiny brows manage to furrow, clearly he is processing. You witness Natasha smirking out of the corner of your eye, then you looked down to see your baby boys goofy, gummy grin. His squeaky laughter follows, and you cry as you feel his joy.

It's euphoric, as if you too were experiencing a laugh for the first time again. A pure feeling.

Meanwhile Natasha is doing all she can to keep his amusement going long enough for her to capture this precious moment on her phone. Shifting him to one arm, using her lap more, and pulling faces at him as she unlocks it. The woman presses record, capturing the beautiful sound, but unfortunately the camera is on her face instead of the infants. However, in a turn of events you kept your cool a bit better, and caught your sons boisterous laughter as well as his precious, deep dimpled smile. And at the angle you were, you caught your baby mama's face full of adoration along with your sons.

Then your brother returned, he slicked his hair back with a hand that he then extended to your girlfriend, and stammered, "Hi, um, I'm Cole."

"Hello Cole, I'm Natasha," she greeted him, but her gaze never met his. It was probably rude, but she dealt with enough young men to know it's best to let them down with disinterest. Also, she just couldn't look away from Apollo's face.

You'd never told your brother who the other parent was, mostly because he wouldn't ever believe you. But now, as he looked over to find you smirking he began to understand. The way she looked up at you, flashing you a grin while her green eyes sparkled was his final clue in.

Not the fact that you were in her lap…

"Oh my gosh," he shrieked. "Y/N, how the hell did you manage to pull Natasha Romanoff?"

"For one, I didn't stutter over my words," you teased, and your girlfriend laughed shortly, she hadn't meant to let it escape, but it did, and in all honesty he deserved it. "Y/N is the one who pulled me actually," she cuts you off, her free hands slipping into yours. "She's perfect."

"Where have you been then?" You sent your brother a glare as you saw the way Natasha froze up once more, but he paid it no mind.

She handed your son over, and stood to be eye level with your younger brother. It was tense for a second before she dropped her defensive stance. "I was a bit reckless, and I did a lot of things wrong, but I can assure you that I'm here now, and that's all you need to know."

Cole pursed his lips, and gave her an assessing stare before nodding slowly. "Be good to her."

He left promptly after, calling out that dinner was going to be ready in ten. After the lot of you shared a much calmer meal you stopped by to nervously introduced her to your mom. They shared in a sweet conversation, Nat promised your mom she'd be here from this point on. It wasn't hard for them to take to each other, and your heart melted into a puddle when she had helped your mom through a harsh coughing fit.

Natasha followed you obediently as you guided her to your room, you settled onto the bed, and fed your son as she looked around the space.

"You guys share a room?" You hummed a yes while moving Apollo to your shoulder so that you could burp him, and she looked at you. "Would you wanna move to my Manhattan loft? Your brother can stay here with your mom, and I can get her a live in nurse."

It was a no brainer honestly. Living with your mother while sharing a bed with your lover, and a space with your son wasn't ideal at all.

“I don’t want to rush things,” you start, feeling horrible as her face fell. “I want this, but it’s new, and I don’t want us to rush and break it.”

Natasha nodded, humming thoughtfully. “I’m not going anywhere Y/N. I’ve already sent my team a statement to release. I’m done acting, not forever, but for a very long time. My life is always go-go-go, but I’m done. I finally found something worth sticking around for.”

You smiled, Apollo looked up at Natasha and mirrored your expression. She sobbed happily.

“Okay.” You gave in easily. “We’ll follow you.”

Natasha settled down beside you in the bed, she kissed your lips softly, then she did the same to your son’s forehead, then she took him and began to burp him like a natural. The rest of the night went just a seamlessly, where you bathed him, then got him down and into bed.

Then if she couldn’t be anymore perfect she guided you into a warm bath, taking care of your every need with tender care. I love you felt with every swipe of her hands over your body. Natasha got you dressed in a nursing bra and panties, then she slipped into a pair of your sleep shorts and a cotton sports bra.

“I’ll be right behind you detka,” Natasha kissed your cheek, then ushered your protesting form out of the bathroom so she could clean up.

You slipped into bed gratefully, leaving your arms open wide to seem inviting. Natasha fell into your embrace with a pleasured sigh a few minutes later. Neither of you spoke, and it was like that for a long while, the only reason you knew the other was awake is because you're lazily carding your fingers through Natasha's hair, and she was mindlessly tickling your side.

"I'm learning Russian for you moya lyubov'," you hummed against her temple, repeating the words back to her that she'd taught you earlier while leaving a wet kiss against her hairline.

Natasha lifts her body up so that she can hover over you while leaning on her elbows. She sighs dreamily, "Vykhodi za menya?" Natasha took a leap of faith, hoping you'd gotten this far in a lesson. Interpersonal relationships are usually within the first few lessons of any language.

(Marry Me)

"What's the rush?" You teased, but then her face fell and you softened. "I will answer you when you ask me again. I don't need anything fancy, but I can assure you I do need a ring."

Natasha leaned down to kiss your lips softly. Then she buried her face against your chest so that she could release her excitement without waking the sleeping baby in the bassinet. You giggled quietly, and ran a hand down her back, that slowly inched back up as she shimmied until her lower body was slotted between your legs, with her chin pressed into your tummy.

"I'll make it special anyways," she mumbled into the soft skin of your stomach, her lips left a lazy kiss before her cheek nuzzled into your warmth. The redhead found laying atop of you like this comforting, she knew it was a fleeting moment since you preferred to sleep covered. Natasha wouldn't mind the blanket, but you wouldn't let her sleep under it completely.

“I believe you,” you breathed tiredly. Natasha shimmied back up, and brought you into albeit too brief, a heartwarmingly tender make out.

“Goodnight Natty.” You snuggled into her arms this time, and pecked her shoulder. Natasha sighed contently, “Goodnight moya lyubovs’.”

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I’m like actually really happy with this one. 🥹

Part 2

❤️ Kaitlyn 🥰

[lxnarphase]

Please more Hikari and Todo. It's scratching this itch in my brain😩

IF YOU WANT IT ๋࣭ ⭑

☾₊‧⁺...lunar's note : AAA yesyes this has been brewing for a while, i am happy to write hakari i love him so sooooo much!! and ive got another ask for a todo fic im workin on so this'll be hakari's piece <33 it a bit short bc ive got a bit of writers block rn bc of finals taking away my creativity, BUT I THINK ITS GOOD

☾₊‧⁺...cw : smut, pre-established relationship, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, mentions of creampies, mentions of birth control, reader makes the birth control decision herself not for the man!!! never get on birth control just cause a man says to!!, hakari nearly loses it

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : you tell your boyfriend that you'd like to try sex with no condom and he can't help but get a little excited

"you...you what?"

the way you giggle makes him dizzy as you flicked the condom out of his hands with your middle finger and thumb. "you heard me, mr. hakari. no condom, baby girl is on birth control," you said in a singy-song voice. you made the decision a while ago and decided you were going to stick to it. "if you want to use a condom, we can, though, honey," you say, cupping one of his cheeks.

he looked so cute, jaw dropped as he kneels between your thighs, dick hard and twitching. "nonononono, i wanna try, i do, 'm just..." kinji lets out a heavy sigh before he shuffles a little closer. "c-can't believe you lettin' me d'this, cupcake..."

the poor thing, kinji looks so nervous, his eyes wide as he slowly, carefully, starts to push his tip in. if he's going to do this, he needs to commit, but fuck, your pussy was so hot, he feels like he's gonna die-- the moment his tip pops in, he is a goner. his head falls back and his fingers dig into the fat of your hips as a choked groan escapes him.

"hoooohmygod, baby, what the fuck," kinji swears, looking back down. he didn't wanna miss a single second of his cock pushing inside, but the view wasn't doing him any better. "you're so warm...are you always this wet, cupcake? fuck, i didn't know, baby, i didn't know."

you coo at him, how could you not when he already looks so fucked out? his pretty eyes are rolling back and his lip is between his teeth, the glint of his chain with your name on it dangling so pretty on his neck.

he's not moving yet, he's still inside you, so sure that he's going to lose himself inside of you. but then you start talking and he's so screwed because hearing you say such filthy things in that gorgeous, addictive voice of yours is kinji's weakness.

"c'mon, kinjiiii, you just gonna sit there?"

"mmn, poor thing, 's too good? you gonna cum just from puttin' it in?"

"d'aww, kinjiii...pussy made you fucked out already?"

yes. yes it fucking did.

weakly dropping down to his forearms over you, he presses a little kiss against your cheek before pressing his forehead against yours and glaring at you weakly. you know you've got him where you want him.

"doll, you're so cruel to me."

finally, finally, he starts moving and...it feels way too good.

"o-oh. mnn, kinji, shit," you swear, glancing down to where his cock is slowly dragging out of you just to push back in. "fuck, b-baby, you feel s' hot inside me..." the wet noise that fills the air as he slides back in to the hilt causes makes you both hot in the face, it's already getting messy and he hasn't even picked up the pace yet. he coos at you, kissing you once you begin to mewl his name. "i know, baby, i know, 's good, yeah?"

fuck, the sensation of being inside you without any barrier is intoxicating, overwhelming. kinji's pretty eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he allowed himself to feel every detail of your slick walls gripping him.

"talk t' me, angel, how's it feel, huh? c'mon, pretty baby, i wanna know," kinji whines, hips starting to pick up speed as he grows desperate to hear you say how good it feels.

but you don't even get to respond before he hits so fucking deep that you can feel yourself gush. the feeling of your hot, cushy walls hugging him so tightly paired with the pretty little gasp he gets when his sticky tip nudges against something that makes you get impossibly wetter makes him lose his mind.

"y'feel it, right? 's me, 's all me, an' i don't know if i can go back, baby girl, fuck! ohmygodd, you're so wet, so fucking wet for me."

"can i cum inside? you gonna let me fuck you full? hm? please, baby, i'll be so good to ya, let your man stuff you wit' his cum, 's gonna feel so fuckin' good, promise, promise."

"suckin' me in so good, 'm-'m gonna be in this pussy all the fuckin' time. you can handle it, right? gonna be a good girl and get fucked every. fucking. day. by hakari kinji? say it, i wanna hear you say it, cupcake."

"i love you, baby, y'know that right? yeah? yeah, love you s' fuckin' much, 'm gonna marry you and make sure you never have t' go a day without gettin' fucked raw by this cock, 's alllllll for you."

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[morgansunflower]

We're Safe With You

Damian Wayne X Pregnant! Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, graphic childbirth, angst, checking dilatation, suggestive content and explicit language..

Words:1454

Damian and Y/N must go into hiding while she is pregnant with their daughter.

Damian stepped into the safe house after ensuring no threats followed them. He steps into the bedroom. He sees her standing there in her ankle length f/c night dress.

Since they had left.. Her hair had grown long down past her shoulders. She had a sweet smile on her beautiful face and her soft hands placed on her bump.

He could tell by the way their precious baby had grown she was likely due to give birth soon..... She was a lot closer than what he thought.

".. Is there something I can do for you?" he kindly asked.

His heart ripped in two seeing her tears welp up. He knew she was scared and that she missed their family just as he did.

He slowly stepped to his lover "I'm so sorry habibi"

"this wasn't your fault Damian. You have kept our baby and I safe all this time. We're going to be OK"

She wraps her arms over his shoulders and hugged him. Damian bends his back to kiss her neck and then her lips. As one thing led after another... He laid on his side, and Y/N laid on her back. He kisses her forehead. He holds her hand gazing into her eyes.

"that was.. So perfect" she said with a kind smile

Damian softly laughed kissing her as his instinctively cupped her face.

".. I need to..." she sighed annoyed "I uh I need to go to the bathroom.."

"ok, let me help you" he insisted

He helps her out of the bed to stand onto her feet.

He watched his love leave into the bathroom. He wanted her with him, for every morning until he died. To wake beside her. To hold her.

Damian takes a deep breath letting his worriedly anxiety be heard. He slips on his underwear and then green pants.

He takes his shirt only to hear a whimper of pain leave from the bathroom. He drops his shirt and opens the door seeing her.

She was gripping the counter in pain. He steps to her to take her hands into his own. She began moaning as the contraction came to her.

"breath my love. Hold onto me and breathe" he encourages

She follows through her breathing exercises.

"there was b-blood.. D-Dami it-it's happening.. I.. I" her voice became fearful.

"shhh it's OK, don't be frightened. I know I know. I promise I won't let anything happen to you--" he cups her bump "or our baby"

His words always felt like she was hearing into his heart. Damian guides her to the bed to help her sit down.

He kisses her forehead. Y/N never felt such a pain like this. Damian looked at her clothes knowing she was certainly not going to be able to where them or any as of yet.

Knowing that their baby was beginning to come into the world. He kisses her bump feeling... Anxious. Though he had to be strong and he had to help her.

Damian took a hair tie and bobby pins from her purse. He sits in front of her. She leans against his chest as he began to braid her hair... Backwards. He tied the end of her neatly braided hair and then twisted it into a cute bun.

"thank you" she mumbled

"you're welcome" he smiled kissing her neck "you know I love your hair long. It's very beautiful" he compliments

She squeezed his hand in a attempt to say thank you. In one smooth motion Damian moved to his feet. He helps her lay down on her side.

"I'll be back, I want you to try to relax as much as you can, OK?"

She only nods to her love. Damian departs for the bathroom. He turns the water on to the perfect temperature.

Beforehand he had educated himself on childbirth so he could somehow understand or sympathize what his lover was going to go through. Now it served a greater purpose. Damian was going to see his daughter. His baby girl.

"DAMIAN!!!!"

He runs fastly to her. She is now in a, crouched position while standing and, cradling her bump. A terrible pain came to her uterus again. He moved her arms to drape over his shoulders. She yelped.

Just then a gush of liquid mixed with blood left in between her legs. He didn't have to ask to know what that meant.

"can you walk?" he simply asked

She let a disgruntled no. He lifts her into his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder. He carried her into the calming bathroom.

He laid her in the tub. She laid her head back on the rolled towel against the rim of the tub, he had placed there. She grips his arms tightly wincing heavily.

He remained perfectly still, the pain she was in made him feel defenseless. Her face tensed in not pain but in turmoil.

"that is not pain, physically at least" he tenderly said

"I.. I am so scared...."

"shhh shh I know I'm not a Dr and I wish I could do more. You're so strong and you are going to get through this I promise.."

She winces her contraction preventing her from speaking. Damian let her tightly hold his hands. She began shivering in pain.

"I'm going to check your dilatation"

She nods to him unable to form words through her pain. He moves to the end of the tub, where her legs were spread. He rubbed her legs and kissed her knee. Damian checks her dilation.

"you're at 7 centimeters.." he said

"hmmm how did you know to check?" she weakly asked

"research.." he answered wiping his hand on a cloth.

"that's reassuring..." she softly chuckled "I think this is how we conceived D/N"

"Beloved shut up!" he yelled laughing remembering too much of that beautiful moment.

"sorry" she chuckled.

"I like D/N" he smiled.

"good" she smiled her eyes tired

He tried to pamper her in the best way he could. He messaged her sore spots and her back.... Her contractions were becoming more close together.

"you're at ten centimeters" he told her.

"ooooh!!" she moaned "AHHHH!!" she then screamed as tears now went down her face.

"breathe Y/N" he encouraged she did as he said "now give me a good push habibi!"

"ARGHH!!!" she yelled pushing

.....

"her head is out breathe for a moment and then one last push. You're doing great!"

She took heavy breaths and then pushes again. She screamed heavily out and then gasped as her child was now out. She began to pant with sobbing tears. Damian catches the babe lifting her out of the water.

D/N began crying her first tears in the world. Y/N began to stutter as she covered her sweat and tear, covered face.

Damian laughs overwhelmed with so much joy it made his throat shake. He laid his daughter on his mother's chest. Damian began to cry his own tears, rubbing the newborns little head. He kisses her, moving to her side.

He helped Y/N hold her "you did so beautifully. I could not be more proud of your strength Beloved"

"I'm glad you were here. You are so important to me, to our family. I love you" she cried holding his face. "please don't ever doubt that"

Damian kisses her neck "I am forever yours"

He cleaned his daughter and wraps her in a blanket. He lays the baby on the bed. He cleans the afterbirth and helps Y/N clean herself.

He helped her dress into some comfortable clothing. She moved to sit on the bed as D/N began crying.

Damian helps her move her shirt so Y/N could feed their daughter.

Damian tried to burp his baby girl, as he walked around with her. He knew he had to protect them and that they were in danger constantly. He pinches the bridge of his nose stuttering under his breath.

"Damian?.." Y/N asked hearing his breath hitch in emotion

"I have to.. It is destroying me to think something could happen to you, to our daughter"

Damian sighed heavily kissing her head. He loved his daughter so much it made his heart feel so much joy she's finally here and a gut wrenching pain that he could lose her.

He gives the baby to her mother. He kisses Y/N deeply and then laid his head on her shoulder. She began to cry as did her husband. Damian tried to calm himself down holding both his girls in his arms.. Though instead it made him feel so much more. He had to hold onto the fact that they're ok.. Even with the danger they're okay.

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Hi I would love to submit a character for the birth clinic.

Name: Lexie

Eye color: Blueish Green

Hight: 5'9

Body: Average yet Chubby

Personality: First time having a baby scared yet trying to overcome the fear. Doesn't know if I'm having one or multiple. Bonus if you can do a surprise story.

Panting slightly, Lexie walked up and down the corridors of the clinic, listening to the sounds of other mothers in labor screaming, moaning, and crying as her own labor continued to progress. Though she was not in too much pain yet, the sounds she was hearing were simultaneously increasing Lexie's nervousness about having her baby, and also giving her strength, knowing what to expect. "I can do this," Lexie thought, as she waddled back toward her room again.

Hours later, Lexie joined the chorus of painful noises as she moaned loudly, her labor having hit her full force. She had tried everything she could to get comfortable, but nothing worked. The massive pain and pressure wracked her chubby body, and she cried out in a low trill, waiting for the pain to pass. During the last checkup, the midwife had told her she was 8 centimeters dilated, and that had felt like it was days ago, though it had only been half an hour. Lexie thrashed around on the bed, not staying in one position for more than a few seconds as every position was painful now. She felt like she needed to push badly, and continued to moan and cry as she waited for her vagina to hurry up and dilate. After another long ten minutes, the midwife returned, and Lexie could have cried in desperate gratitude. "Hurry, I need to push!! Tell me I can push, please!" She cried.

"UUUUGGGHHHH!" "OWWWWIIEEE!" Lexie screamed out as she pushed, feeling the pressure continue to increase more and more in her birth canal. The pain was agony, and she was struggling to make progress with every push. Even the midwife could tell something was not quite right, so he called for an ultrasound machine to be brought in, and while waiting for this, tried to get Lexie to make a little more progress. "I... don't... know if... I can... do... this... any...more..." Lexie panted out, before letting out another screech of pain as she pushed again. Her vagina opened slightly as a female midwife entered, wheeling in an ultrasound device. As the young girl began to set it up, Lexie's primary midwife watched as the young mother's vagina closed again at the end of the push. Lexie was panting heavily, and the midwife told her to catch her breath as his assistant squeezed gel onto Lexie's exposed belly.

As Lexie screamed in pain again, the midwife shook his head, eyeing the screen. "This is one of the biggest babies I've ever seen," he said over Lexie's moans. "It looks like there's a small toddler in there!" "It's going to be quite an ordeal to get it out!" "We've come too far for a C-section, but there are other methods." Lexie's heart sank as the midwife turned and muttered something in a low voice to his assistant, who then left the room. "Ok, Lexie, you are going to have to push harder than before," he said to the laboring mother. "This baby is big, and that's why you are having so much trouble getting the head to crown!" "We've got to increase the pressure and move it out so that it stays out, ok?" Lexie nodded, scared for what was about to come. "Ok, on the next contraction, push as hard as you can and don't stop, no matter how much it hurts or how much your body wants to take a break... we want to combine two pushes into one long hard push!" "Scream as loud as you want to, but you must make progress." "We might try some different positions as well!" Lexie gasped as she felt the contraction, and bore down as hard as she could, shouting, screaming, grunting, and cursing, but not stopping. She felt a bulge form against the folds of her vagina, and it began to stretch open again. Black hair was visible in her opening, and when the midwife told her she could finally relax for a bit, the head only slightly retreated back in. "Ok, we're doing good, let's try something else..."

"OH GOD GET THIS BABY OUT OF MEEEE!" Lexie yelled from the floor where she was on her hands and knees, her vagina in the air for the room to see. A large head of black hair was crowning out of it, and the burning sensation combined with the humongous pressure made Lexie feel like dying. Over the last hour, she had changed positions several times, trying to work this massive head out of her. After leaving the bed, she tried a standing position, as the midwife had hoped gravity would help. After a few pushes in that position, Lexie had begun squatting, and it was in that position where she started feeling the burning of the head beginning to crown. The midwife had helped Lexie onto the ground, laying on her side with one leg raised. As the head had inched out a bit more, the assistant had finally returned with something Lexie could not see, and the midwife insisted she get in the "on all fours" position. As her large belly hung down and touched the floor, Lexie pushed, hoping and praying that this huge head moved. "AAAHHH HELP! I CAN'T DO THIS HELP!" "GET IT OUT PLEASE!" As the head emerged again, Lexie was painfully stretched open even more, despite being convinced that she could not be. Wider and wider her vagina opened, and the young midwife assistant gasped as she saw the head. "My one year old little brother isn't that big," she hissed at the primary midwife, who shushed her, though Lexie had already heard her, and her fear increased 10-fold. "I'm gonna die," she thought to herself. "I can't get it out, and I'm gonna die in childbirth!"

Lexie's thoughts were interrupted by another painful contraction and after screaming through it, the midwife addressed her. "We're going to try a vaccum delivery," he said to her gently. "I won't lie, it's going to hurt a lot, but we really have to get this baby out now, for its health as well as yours." "On the next contraction, you push hard as we pull with the vaccum." "Can you do that?" Lexie was scared, but knew in her heart this was the only way, and she nodded. She felt the pains and began pushing as she heard a loud roar from behind her, and then she was no longer aware of anything else. The pain was so bad, she did not know where she was, what position she was in, which way was up or down, or even if she was still alive. She might have been screaming, she did not know... for she could not even think! All that existed in her world was pain!

When Lexie came to herself, she was lying on the birthing bed, unable to feel nothing but soreness below her belly. Her throat was raw and scratchy from all of her screaming, and at her feet, the midwife was holding a 19 pound baby boy in his arms. "Congratulations, it's a boy," he said to the new mother as he passed her son to her. Lexie cried in relief and happiness as she took her baby, while the midwife explained that once the baby was out, Lexie had torn and had to be stitched up. They had moved her back onto the bed to do this, and Lexie had been crying the entire time, clearly in a delirious state. He apologized to her for how bad the pain was, but Lexie knew, now she could think again, that it had to be done. The entire ordeal had been torture, but as she looked down at her newborn, she admitted to herself that it had been worth it!

(Your character rolled a 5 = single baby birth)

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Something Good (XX)

Chapter 20 : The First Date

Hello! Here is a new chapter for my Ben Barnes series!

Very cute, very sweet… after the roller-coaster of the previous chapters, we deserve a reprieve!

Hope you like it!!!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff,  Slow burn, professor AU.

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already is. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

Word Count: 2933

Masterlist for the series – Ben Barnes’ Masterlist – Main Masterlist

This was the fifth outfit you were trying on.

Which was absolutely ridiculous because a) Ben already knew you, and you didn’t need to impress him; b) Ben had already seen you in tears, in your pyjamas, with cream smudged all over your chin, with paint all over your hands and cheeks… you had already killed your sex-appeal; c) you still liked your first choice better even after so many changes…

You let out a sigh, grabbing your first outfit again, ready to get dressed and get ready.

Ben was picking you up tonight, and would drive you home safely after the movie. You still had about thirty minutes left before he would arrive.

So, why were you so nervous?

You knew him. He was a close friend of yours, you loved him already, you had no doubt that everything was going to be fine, so… why were you so nervous?

Because you cared, obviously. Because you cared too much…

When the doorbell rang thirty minutes later, you were waiting for him, a bundle of nerves.

You hurried to the door, grinning before seeing him.

And your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Because he was so handsome…

“Hi,” you breathed.

He didn’t say anything, letting his eyes roam across your frame first. You reckoned he didn’t even notice that he was staring, but you complimented yourself for your outfit. Something simple but that complimented your body, and it seemed to work as planned on Ben…

He blushed fiercely when he caught your gaze with his again.

“Hi,” he cleared his throat. “You…”

But his voice was caught in his throat, he was too overwhelmed. So, instead, he handed you the bouquet of flowers he was holding, and that you had not yet noticed.

A beautiful arrangement of your favourite flowers…

Your grin widened, although there were tears shining in your eyes now, too. You couldn’t speak. A shy thank you was all you could manage while you disappeared down the hall to put the flowers away. Ben walked inside and closed the door, waiting for you.

He looked at you as you placed the flowers in a vase and then at the centre of the table in your living room.

He took a deep breath, gathering his strength and courage, despite the pounding of his heart echoing through his ears.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

You turned to him, smiling bright, looking down at your clothes.

“Thank you. You’re very handsome too.”

He blushed -again- and ran a nervous hand through his hair.

“Thank you for the flowers. I love them.”

“You’re welcome.”

You chuckled as you went to get your coat.

“I can’t remember the last time I was gifted flowers… probably at Sally’s birth?”

Ben raised a surprised eyebrow.

“Flowers are romantic though. You ought to get more of those.”

“Well, you’re doing great, so far.”

“The first five minutes are the most crucial moments of a date. Now, I can do whatever I want, even get arrested, and you’ll remember this evening as brilliant.”

You laughed, the sound enough to make him chuckle.

“Exactly! But I won’t bail you out, so don’t get too tempted…”

You were nervous still, but after the ride at the restaurant, you felt much calmer again. Because no matter if you sat in a romantic setting in this Italian restaurant, no matter if you were on a date, no matter that both of you had dressed up a little… it was Ben sitting in front of you. And you could be yourself with him.

You noticed that Ben visibly relaxed too once you were sitting at your table, looking at the menu. You noticed the way his shoulders weren’t so tensed now, the way his smile was more casual, the way he didn’t push up his glasses as often as he did during the ride to the restaurant. And you were glad that he was comfortable with you.

You had a hard time focusing though. Partly because of the remnants of nerves that lingered in your brain, partly because Ben was even more dashing than usual, and it was very hard not to simply stare at him.

After a while, you were having fun as usual though. To the point where you forgot altogether that you were on a date and simply enjoyed your time with Ben. And he felt the same. The only difference was that when he longed to reach out across the table to hold your hand, he did. Instead of holding back, he reached out, wrapped his fingers around yours, held your hand in a tender hold, and the smile you offered him in exchange made warmth radiate from his heart and all over his body.

You didn’t notice time flying by, you simply talked and ate, and talked some more, and joked around an awful lot. You didn’t notice that you were too late for the movie before you stepped out of the restaurant and Ben checked the time.

“Oh… I’m so sorry,” you apologized, worried now. “Do you want to watch something else? We can still head there and choose another film.”

But Ben shrugged.

“It’s quite late, we can just… take a walk, and then go home.”

“Are you sure? Is that okay? I’m so sorry, I know you had planned something else.”

And it dawned on him, then, the reason behind your apology, behind your worry.

You weren’t upset about not going to the cinema. You were worried because you knew it made him stressed and uncomfortable to change his plans at the last minute. You were simply… worried he wouldn’t enjoy himself.

He thought he loved you too much already, but he fell even more for you at this moment.

He shook his head, a reassuring smile on his lips.

“I don’t mind. It’s okay. But I don’t want this date to end just yet. So… what about we take a walk, and then I’ll take you back home.”

You nodded, grinning now as you locked your elbow with his, and he let you guide him across the streets, without purpose or destination. Just a movement of feet to get away from the ending of this evening.

And this date was simple. Nothing fancy. Nothing extraordinary. It was mundane, really. It wasn’t even going as planned. Still, Ben reckoned this was the best date he had ever had. And you thought it was your favourite date too.

When Ben drove you back home, he walked you to your door, hiding behind a gentleman’s habit his longing to steal just a few more moments with you.

He kissed you in the lift, accidentally pressing on all the buttons and making you both laugh hard. He kissed you once more under the neon light of the corridor leading to your apartment. He kissed you again before your front door.

When you pulled away, turned around to open the door, he took a step back.

He needed to calm his racing heart, he needed to clear his head…

But then you turned to him, with something burning in your eyes… some hunger he was certain was ablaze in his gaze too.

“Do you want to come inside?”

You stared at each other for a moment. His breath caught in his throat, you saw his Adam’s apple pulsing.

“Are you sure?” was all he asked.

You shrugged.

“I know it’s our first date, but… we know each other already. We can’t say that we’re strangers. And I… I want you to stay. I want you to stay the night. Do you want us to wait?”

Ben remained motionless for a moment, and you could feel disappointment wash over you. You started nodding, giving him a shy smile. It was too soon…

But the next second he was closing the gap between your two bodies, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you with such urgency and hunger… you couldn’t do anything but kiss him back, wrap your arms around his neck and pull him even closer to you.

He walked into your flat, your lips still locked together. He only pulled away to close and lock the door, and then he was holding your face with both his hands, kissing you with such passion you were ready to combust.

You helped him take off his coat and scarf. You took off your coat while he took off his shoes, and he let you take off your scarf and shoes before he was back in your arms. You moaned when he pressed you against a wall, his hand travelling across your body now. He let you take off his white shirt, let your hands travel across his skin, soft and burning under your palms.

When you pulled away and softly pushed on his chest, he frowned.

He was dishevelled already. His glasses lopsided, his hair a mess, shirtless and lips bruised.

You didn’t think the words before they passed your lips, you meant them too much for that.

“You’re so handsome, Ben…”

He grinned, but when he reached out for you, you took his hand and pulled gently so he would follow you down the corridor, and into your bedroom.

Usually, on Sunday mornings, Ben woke up around 8am. He would eat a quick breakfast, go for a walk or a run, take a shower. He would read for the rest of his morning, then either meet up with some friends or go to the movies. These past few weeks, he had spent most of them with you and Sally. Sometimes he took a walk again, depending on how stressed he was.

All in all, his Sundays were uneventful and well planned, full of habits. And he liked them this way. A simple, quiet rhythm that punctuated each of his weeks.

Not this Sunday though.

This Sunday, he opened his eyes much later than usual to an unfamiliar sun pouring its light in a bedroom that wasn’t his own. He woke in soft cotton sheets that weren’t his. He woke with his cheek smudged against a pillow that didn’t carry his own scent.

This Sunday morning, he opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was you.

You were waking up as well, rubbing your eyes to chase away remnants of sleep that lingered there, on the tip of your eyelashes. You rolled around to take a look at the time, before heaving a content sigh. And then you turned to him.

Ben lost himself in your eyes. How could he not? He reached out without thinking, goosebumps erupting all over his body at the contact of his skin against yours. You didn’t think as you welcomed his touch, shuffling across the bed to reach his embrace, your naked bodies pressed together, your limbs entangling. You let out another content sigh.

“Good morning,” you whispered, your voice lower than usual and Ben adored the sound.

He kissed you before he would think about it too much. He kissed you until he couldn’t breathe.

Was it a dream? It looked like it. You being there, in a bed with him, under the same covers, with your skin pressed to his… soft, warm, overwhelming…

He could feel the beating of your heart against his chest: it was a little erratic, just like his own. He didn’t even notice that he was grinning when he looked at you again.

“Good morning.”

He brushed his knuckles across your cheekbone, a tender, gentle gesture that he had longed for for so long.

Was it a dream? It felt like one.

You buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“I don’t want to get up just yet,” you groaned, making him chuckle.

He wasn’t wearing his glasses yet, his world was a little blur, too much so for him to read the time on your alarm clock, by your bedside table.

“Is it late?”

“11… something.”

He raised a surprised eyebrow.

“I haven’t gotten up so late in years.”

“Same. But then again… we didn’t sleep that much last night.”

He blushed hard, and the fact that you teasingly bit and then kissed his shoulder didn’t help.

“True… You weren’t complaining about it last night, though.”

It was your time to shy away.

“Never said I was complaining,” you mumbled, making him laugh.

A warm, comfortable silence settled into the room. When he looked down at you, when he caught your gaze, he reckoned he truly wasn’t dreaming… your eyes felt too real.

“I need to pick up Sally at 4pm, but I have the rest of the day free,” you spoke after a while spent simply admiring each other.

“Any plans?”

“I’d like to stay with you, for a while longer.”

He grinned.

“I’d love that too.”

“Can you stay until I have to pick up Sally?”

He nodded, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Sounds perfect.”

“Unless you had plans…”

“Nothing important. Nothing as good as this…”

You grinned at that, and he must have said something good, because it earned him a tender kiss that left him breathless and heart staggering.

But you seemed worried all of a sudden, and he frowned at the sight, running a hand through your hair.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

You grinned at the pet name.

“I like that…”

“Darling?”

“Hmmm… it’s nice…”

You kissed him once more, but he didn’t forget your worry.

“What’s wrong?” he asked again, a hand splayed across your ribs where he drew soothing patterns across your skin.

“Nothing. I’m fine. I was just wondering… what is going to happen now?”

You bit your lower lip, but Ben shook his head, amused.

“Well, I was about to offer you to bake you some pancakes for breakfast. Then, maybe we can relax and… watch a movie or read together, as you wish. Or we can stay in bed all day, I like that activity too. Especially if it involves both of us remaining naked…”

You laughed at that, but he noticed the way you got a little closer to him.

“I like that plan, but I was talking about… us in general. Not just today.”

“Well, I think we should plan another date.”

“But aren’t you leaving for London next weekend? For the holidays?”

“Yeah, I’ll be coming back on January 3rd. I’ll spend the holidays with my family, in London.”

“And then?”

“Then, I’ll be back home. And whenever you’re free, I’ll take you to see this movie we didn’t get to see yesterday night, and then I intend to spend another night in your bed, if you’ll have me.”

You weren’t quite used to this flirty side of him yet, but you loved it. The husky voice, the tempting words, the hungry gaze… it worked wonders on the fire in your veins, on the speed of your heart…

But you weren’t fully relaxed still, something was still bothering you.

“Can I call you during the holidays?” you asked, voice hesitant all of a sudden.

Ben frowned, looking at you as if you were speaking the stupidest question in the world.

“Of course, you can, darling. I want you to call me, actually.”

“I won’t be bothering you?”

“Of course not!”

You nodded, still silent, looking down as your fingertips travelled from his neck to his chest, to his stomach, to settle on his navel. You heard the sharp intake of breath he took as you drew silly patterns there.

“Y/N, I want you to call me during the Christmas break, okay?” he mumbled against your skin when he pressed his lips to your forehead again.

But you remained silent. When you finally spoke again, your tone was hesitant.

“I think I should tell Liam about us.”

Ben tensed against you, but he nodded all the same.

“I thought you wanted us to wait for a bit, see how it would unfold.”

“I know, but… if Liam gets it from someone else, he’ll be mad. I think it’s better if he learns it from me.”

Ben nodded.

“Alright. He’s your ex-husband, you’re the one to decide about this.”

You heaved a sigh.

“That’s the thing, I don’t know what to do.”

“What if you waited a little. You can tell him after the break.”

You considered his answer, and nodded. It sounded reasonable.

“Alright, I’ll do that.”

Silence settled again, he felt you relaxing fully in his embrace, and Ben closed his eyes, bathing into your warmth, the regular rhythm of your heartbeat, the gentle sound of your breathing…

“I’m really happy right now,” you whispered after a while.

And Ben smiled. Because of your words, but also because he realized now that he felt the same. That he hadn’t felt this happy in a long, very long time.

“I’m happy as well,” he mumbled, kissing your temple, your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, mouth travelling always lower.

When he gently pushed you onto your back, you let him. When he slowly pushed the covers away to look at your full body, you let him.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

All coherent thoughts left his brain when he kissed you once more, when you were the one to pull him down to you, when he was overwhelmed by your skin all over again…

He broke the kiss when he felt you chuckling against his lips though.

“I thought I was getting pancakes this morning!”

He grinned, mischievous and absolutely dangerous.

“I’d rather eat something else for now.”

He let you laugh at him, and he even joined your laughter. You did get your pancakes… in the early afternoon…

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Gwen Stacy NSFW Alphabet

Content: G!P as usual, she’s 18 in this

A - Aftercare (What they are like after sex) 

She is gentle after sex and even gives you water and food. She gives cuddles if you ask too. She is quiet and offers a bath the next morning which she tends to share with you, still gentle.

B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and yours)

Hers: Her favourite body part is her thighs. She loves how muscular they are due to being Spider-Woman. She loves how obvious they are in the suit as well.

Yours: She loves your thighs too. She is a thighs girl. She also loves to fuck in between them after a successful mission too.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum)

She loves to cum on you. She loves you swallowing it as all. She would cover you in it if she could. She wouldn't cum in you yet until you were both ready for kids though as she doesn't want to force you on birth control or anything like that. She would use condoms.

D - Dirty Secret (Dirty secret of theirs)

Her dirty secret is that she masturbates to you during the day when she follows you or checks up on you. She makes sure it is on top of buildings though.

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She isn't as experienced as other people but she does know what she's doing. If she doesn't... well she asks for help. She is always eager to learn however.

F - Favourite position (Self-explanatory)

Her favourite position is you being webbed up to the wall and her thrusting into you. She is rough with you then and she can restrain you fully.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?)

It depends on the mood. Sometimes after a bad day, she is rough with you. If it's been an easy day then it is more gentle and goofy, laughing while thrusting.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they?)

She definitely is clean-shaven as she doesn't want anything to be exposed from the tight suit. Before she became spider-woman, she was hairy though.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect?)

She is very romantic in the moment. She calls you loving nicknames and even caresses you during it, no matter how rough she is with you.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

She jacks off daily. Whether it be on patrol if she didn't have time or not. She just needs to jack off at least once every 12 hours... she prefers you though.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

She has a bondage kink but with a twist... she likes it with her webs. She loves to get you trapped like that and even does it in public (on top of buildings). She doesn't care at all, she just smirks whenever you are stuck.

L - Location (Favourite places to do it)

Her favourite place to do it is on top of buildings. She loves the risk of it and the fresh air. She also loves to do it on the couch when her dad is away.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

She gets turned on after a patrol at the prospect of seeing you and wanting a... personal reward. She gets going whenever she sees you in a criminal costume. You did it once and she was confused but she loved the fact and 'threatened' to punish you. You wanted it.

N - No (Something they won’t do)

She won't have sex in an alley. She just does it on buildings. She doesn't want to ruin her reputation anymore than it was earlier.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, and how skilled)

She is skilled. She doesn't have much experience, sure, but she is good. She prefers to receive, however, being more tired after being on patrol and college.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

She is rough and fast if she is doing it after a patrol, knowing she doesn't have to save energy. She is slow and sensual before a patrol though as she also is more loving and less kinky like that.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies and how often?)

She loves quickies. She does them whenever she can, bringing you up the buildings and doing it right there. She does them at least once a week.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

She is game to experiment with certain things and she likes to take risks. She did it in the alley once but was nearly caught which stopped her from doing it again.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

She can go many rounds depending on when. Before patrol, only 2 she can do because she needs to save energy. This takes 15-20 minutes. After the patrol, she can go longer, her max reaching 5 rounds. She lasts for 25-30 minutes.

T - Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She does own toys but only uses them on you. There are nipple clamps, vibrators and dildos. She also owns ropes but likes to use her webs even more.

U - Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Oh she is such a tease. She loves to send photos and videos when she's on patrol, when you know she can't touch you or where other people can see. She also likes to touch you under the dinner table wherever you are as well. She also slaps your ass.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make etc)

She can be loud, she can be quiet. Gwen moans, grunts and sometimes growls if she is being the roughest she can go. She also groans whenever she cums. She is loud in private, quiet in public and if someone is home.

W - Wild card (Random headcanon)

She loves to watch you masturbate from the window when you aren't aware. She watches and sometimes records and takes a photo.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under their clothes)

She has a 7.5-inch dick. It is thick and also has a few veins. She doesn't have a hair in sight and also has muscles over her body and a 6-pack too. She is also pale.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Her sex drive isn't as high as others. More like medium if that is a thing. She only does it once a day or every few days. It isn't a requirement to have sex once a day, she loves to just cuddle if you want that.

Z -  Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep after sex)

She can fall asleep quickly depending on when. After patrol, it is after 10 minutes. Before patrol, it is 30 minutes. She makes sure you are happy and comfortable after. If you need food she would get up and get it for you.

[btsgotjams27]

this is us ~ jjk | 13

after a few weeks apart, you have to tell jungkook what’s happening.

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, bff's younger brother ✨ playlist ✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) you can read them here on AO3 & Wattpad

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chapter thirteen - heartbreak hotel pt. 1 | wc: 6.6k warnings: angst, angst, angst (what else is new?), jungkook + reader finally talk (kinda), mentions of miscarriage and hostile uterus, reader takes a pregnancy test (two, actually), err--their friends hear them ya know--doing stuff (b/c they're stuck in a room), language smut warnings: kissing, touching, groping (yeahhh...we're back to this), breast play, oral (m, f receiving), fingering, cum swallowing, non-penetrative sex

You began to spot a week ago, which was typical of you. A feeling of exhaustion and sickness followed that. The intensity of everything seemed to increase, and you began to worry, though you weren't sure if the soup you ate was to blame or not. It felt familiar like it was the last time this happened.

Your mind became jumbled, and you thought back to the last time you slept with Jungkook—and your heart sank. You were on birth control. You swore you took your pill that day, right? Real and unreal had become entwined. It was impossible for this to happen now, in this way, while you and Jungkook weren’t together.

He knitted his eyebrows in confusion and tilted his head before returning his gaze to you. Late, he thought. But it was nearly midnight. What could you possibly be late for?

"Late? Late for what?"

Oh god. You loved this dummy, but did you really have to spell it out for him? “Kook—I'm late,” you stressed again, hoping he'd catch your drift.

It took him a moment to think about it and finally understand what you meant. It felt like his heart leaped out of his chest and onto the table. His doe eyes widened. “Oh.” He rubbed the nape of his neck. “How—How late?”

“Two weeks.”

Another 'oh' left his lips. This had never happened to him. He thought he was always careful, but then he remembered the last time the two of you slept together without protection and wanted to crawl under a rock—it was also the day he kissed Alex.

He turned to you. “Did you take a test?”

You shook your head. “Not yet.” You were scared. Scared of the possibility of this being real. How could you possibly have a baby with someone who hurt you? And besides, would this pregnancy even be viable? Could you possibly have this baby? “I haven’t taken a test yet, but I did bring a few with me.”

“You can do it right now if you want, and you know, whatever the outcome is, I'm happy either way. I've always wanted to be a dad,” he reassures, trying to calm his nerves more than you right now.

You lowered your gaze, your heart pounding in agony at the anticipation of finally telling him the secret you'd been keeping since you’d been together. “Kook.”

He rubbed the back of your hand with his. “Hey, hey. Everything's going to be okay.” He shifted to you, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You shook your head. “That's the thing, Kook,” you paused, eyes darting to your entwined hands before returning to his gaze. “I can't have kids.” There it was—almost a sense of relief when the words came out, like this weight you had been carrying was finally lifted.

He was taken aback by your comment. “What? What do you mean? Of course, you can.”

This was why you were hesitant to tell Jungkook in the first place. He was always optimistic–saw the good in everything, everyone. But your expression told him something else, and then he changed his. He was now unsure where this conversation was going.

“Jungkook,” you paused, “there’s something you need to know and understand.” His doe eyes widened as he intently listened. “I had a miscarriage when I was with U-Jin.”

“You what—” Jungkook interrupted, but you held your hands up for him to let you finish.

“I was pregnant and then miscarried. When I went to the doctor, they told me I had what was known as a hostile uterus.” You shook your head in disbelief. Who knew your own body could be inhospitable? “I know. It sounds ridiculous, but I can get pregnant, but a fertilized egg can’t survive in my uterus.” It felt strange to say this out loud, but you were glad he finally knew. 

Jungkook leaned back in his seat, taking in everything you just said. His eyes blinked a few times, his mouth open and closed, but nothing came out. You weren't expecting him to know how to respond to such shocking news.

“So, you’ve been keeping this from me since we’ve been together? You didn’t think I had the right to know about this?”

You shook your head in disbelief because that was hardly the case. You were afraid that if you told him about your miscarriage and health problems, he'd come up with every possible solution to fix it. Not only were you afraid of him being unrelenting, but also of him being optimistic, which would make it even more difficult, given that you would have loved to bear his children.

“That’s what you’re upset about?”

“This is what I mean when you don't let me in, Y/n. You keep everything to yourself and don't tell me what's on your mind or what's bothering you. You've been dealing with this alone when you didn't have to.” He wanted to give you space, and never wanted to pressure you into anything you weren’t ready to talk about, but he was tired of you not fully letting him in.

You huffed, your jaw tensing up. “So, you’re shifting the blame on me?”

“No—” he protested. “I just—I want you to tell me things like normal couples do.”

Normal couples? You were hardly a normal couple. The way the two of you got together wouldn’t be considered normal. He’s your best friend’s little brother; you were nine years his senior. Maybe the two of you were just a failed trope, to begin with.

“Kook, do you know why I keep things to myself?"

He didn't respond, but he could imagine a million different reasons.

“Because for most of my life, everyone important has let me down. So, it's easier for me to keep things to myself and figure them out on my own than to depend on others.”

You knew it wasn’t fair to group Jungkook in with everyone who had hurt you, but you had to protect yourself, and throughout your relationship, you continued to keep him at bay.

He let out a sigh. Was he frustrated by your explanation? Yes, but he wasn't wrong in assuming that this is why you never gave him all of you. “The point of having someone is to be able to lean on them and ask for help.” He understood your pain, your struggle. He just wished you’d trust him enough to love every part of you, broken or not. “So, what now?”

You and Jungkook thought everyone had gone off to bed, but little did you know, the two couples who had turned in early were confined to one of the bedrooms–hearing this conversation go down. All of them exchanged glances as they contemplated whether to speak up. This was not on anyone’s itinerary for the weekend.

“Well, this is awkward,” Taehyung broke the silence between the four in the room. “Should we go out there and tell them we can hear everything?” He held his hand out, ready to turn the knob, but Hyunie stopped him.

Yuna and Namjoon sat on the bed in their pajamas, staring at the two newlyweds who had somehow taken refuge in their room. They were peacefully having ‘together alone time’ before they were interrupted by a commotion.

“Oh my god, Taetae, we can’t just go out there. Then they’ll know that we’ve been listening in this whole time,” Hyunie hissed at him.

“Aren’t we doing that right now?” Yuna chimed in, turning to Namjoon and waiting for him to agree.

“Don’t look at me. I don’t know what we should do,” he said, returning to his original position and picking up his book. At this rate, he'd simply ignore everyone, including the conversation outside their room, and continue reading.

“You’re supposed to be the sensible one!” Yuna quips, annoyed at her husband.

“I kinda wanna hear what they’re gonna say,” Taehyung grinned, pressing his ear to the door. He enjoyed drama and tried asking Jungkook several times over the weekend about you, but being the gentleman Jungkook was, he refused to say anything.

Taehyung's jaw dropped as he turned to face the group. “Is Y/n pregnant?” He looked to his wife to confirm whether or not it was true.

Hyunie and Yuna looked at each other because it was news to them. You hadn’t told them anything. As much as you kept things from Jungkook, you also kept them from your closest friends.

“I don’t know, guys. I don't feel comfortable listening in. This is a private conversation,” Yuna urged. She could imagine the sheer horror if you discovered that they all knew what was going on with you and Jungkook. It was a personal matter, and she was absolutely sure you'd tell her about it sooner or later.

Hyunie took a stroll around the room. "Is there no way out of here?" She peered out the window, removing the sheer curtain. She pulled on the window sill, but it was no use. The defeat on her face was apparent as she returned to Taehyung.

“We're on the second floor. I don't think this one,” Namjoon said, pointing to Yuna, “can do anything. Look at her. She’s eight months pregnant. We were lucky the doctor even agreed to let her fly out here this weekend.”

"What are we going to do?" Hyunie wondered aloud, snuggling into Taehyung's arm as he drew her in and kissed her on the temple.

They all looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Maybe it was better to sit in the room, be quiet, and let the two of you hash it out.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to sit here like ducks and wait until they’re done talking. How long do you think they’ll take?” he asked, checking the time on his phone, which was only at 20% battery life.

Hyunie scowled and smacked his chest. When she realized how the sound echoed throughout the room, her eyes widened, mumbling an apology. It was stupid of her to be so loud.

Taehyung locked his gaze on her. “Sweetheart, do you want them to know we're in here?” he muttered, letting out a sigh. “I'm hungry,” he grumbled, rubbing his stomach. He realized he should've eaten the last piece of the wedding cake. If only he'd known, he'd be locked in a room with the rest of the gang.

“Really? You’re hungry right now?” Hyunie scolded her husband. “Is your hunger more important than our two friends out there? They’re probably about to break up.”

She didn't want to admit it, but she felt it would be more difficult to mend things after what Jungkook had done. However, she let you have a piece of her mind about his infidelity. It was difficult to see the two of you together but not together. She could only imagine how you were feeling. It broke her heart when she saw the slow dances and lingering stares. It took everything she had not to go and confront Jungkook for ruining everything. But she knew it wasn’t her place to do so.

He deadpanned. “Of course not. I can’t say I’m hungry?” Taehyung clicked his tongue. “It would suck if they broke up. I know how much Jungkookie loves her.”

When he arrived at Jungkook’s after you walked in on him and Hyunie, he could see how devastated Jungkook was. Taehyung hated seeing his friend so distraught, but Taehyung also knew what kind of person Alex was and wasn’t surprised to hear the things she was doing to tear people apart.

Yuna gave him a look, crossing her arms. Namjoon knitted his eyebrows in confusion at his wife. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

Namjoon set his book down. “You’re a bad liar, just like your best friend. Come on, say what you need to say before it eats you up.”

Yuna huffed. “You’re one to talk, Taehyung. You wanted her and Jungkook to split up," she said wryly.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. “I don’t know what she told you, but I never said that.”

“So, you didn’t tell Jungkook he was moving too fast and needed to experience other women before settling down?” Yuna glared at him. “And look at you now—isn’t that a ring on your finger? You got married before they did.” Yuna scowled at him, shaking her head. Taehyung didn't know you as well as she did. She'd seen you go through so much and thought you deserved better than his judgment.

He clenched his jaw. “I was looking out for my friend. I just didn’t want him to get hurt again as he did with Alex.”

“She’s nothing like Alex,” Yuna countered in your defense.

“I know that now,” Taehyung growled. Hyunie held him back, not wanting to go after a pregnant woman.

Namjoon removed the duvet, standing beside the bed. “Will you two stop it?! They’re gonna hear us arguing.” They both stared at each other, mumbling an apology. “Everyone just—calm down. We’re not going to be leaving any time soon.”

Jungkook sat with his face buried in his hands, trying to make sense of it all. There was even an inkling sensation he had–what if this was it? What if this was a way to stay connected to you? But it wouldn’t be fair to anyone: him, you, or the baby. “Did you want to take a test and find out the result? Would that set your mind at ease?” He asked.

“I don’t know—maybe?”

Or would it stress you out even more? You couldn’t imagine going through another miscarriage and the thought of losing yours and Jungkook’s baby—it would feel like someone ripping out your heart. Even though you didn’t have a great relationship with your mother, you dreamed of having a child of your own at one point. Raising a small person, teaching them things, spoiling them, loving them. But if you were to lose yours and Jungkook’s baby? You weren’t sure if you’d ever recover from it.

“I’ll support whatever you decide. I'll be right here if you want to take it.” He intertwined his fingers with yours, placing them on his thigh. “If we’re pregnant, then we’ll figure it out. If you’re not, then…” he trailed off, not wanting to finish his thought.

“We can’t just have a baby and think it’ll magically solve our problems. That’s not how it works, Kook,” you remarked wryly, even though you didn't intend it that way.

He closed his eyes and sighed before opening them again. “I know that—I’m not saying a baby would solve our problems.”

“Jungkook—we haven’t even figured us out yet, and then to possibly add a baby into the mix?”

“I already know what I want. I want you.”

“That’s easier said than done.”

“It’s true—You’re the only thing I want.”

“What about Alex, huh? You wanted her!” Your jaw tensed at the thought of Jungkook and Alex. You could imagine her grin, knowing she had won, knowing that she had Jungkook eating out of the palm of her hands. The things she said about Jungkook when you saw her made you sick.

“No, I don’t! I don’t want her! I want you!”

“Then why, Kook—why?” You wept, tears streaming down your cheeks, quickly swiping them away. “You were it for me. You were the one. You were my person. Everything I ever wanted in life.”

When Jungkook hears this, it stings. “Were?” he asks, his voice laced with anguish. “Am I still not the one for you?”

It was hard for him to believe everything you were saying—your actions were not aligning with your words. If he were still the one, then you’d fight for him, fight to be with him, choose to love him through the hurt and pain, or so he thought.

The two couples exchange longing glances. At this point, they all felt like shit at having to hear this conversation go down. They never wanted this for the two of you.

Taehyung turns to Hyunie. “I blame you for making me get water for you.”

She nudges him. “You’re getting on my last nerve, pal, and we haven’t even been married for 12 hours yet. I can still file for an annulment, you know.”

"How did you end up in our room in the first place?" Yuna asks, raising an eyebrow at the arguing couple.

Hyunie clears her throat. “Well, um, I was checking to see what was taking Tae so long, and we kinda got carried away doing stuff. We thought this room was empty but didn’t realize you guys switched rooms.”

Namjoon glared at his wife, then at Hyunie and Taehyung. “Guys—we’re getting off track here. We need to go out there and interrupt them.”

Yuna shook her head. “Baby, we’ve already heard too much of their conversation. It’d be awkward to go out there right now.”

Taehyung pointed at Yuna. “You should listen to your wife. They’re always right,” he nodded with a pout, turning to Hyunie, in which she narrowed her eyes.

“I guess we’ll be stuck here all night. Time to get comfy,” Hyunie said, crawling into the bed between Namjoon and Yuna. She gave Taehyung a brief glance before hugging Yuna and draping her arm over her pregnant belly. “This sucks,” her voice was shaky. “I don’t want them to break up.”

Yuna caressed her hair and quietly shushed her. “I know. I know. Me too.”

Honestly, Yuna was scared—scared she'd lose the both of you. She always knew there was a risk, but she thought you two would figure it out, and make it work. Maybe you'd been hurt one too many times. Maybe Jungkook thought no one could get in the way. Maybe your idealist side created a fantasy that the two of you couldn't live up to.

“What if they talk and everything works out?” Namjoon, the optimist, asked. Yuna looked at her husband, reaching out for his hand, squeezing it for reassurance.

“Who is this Alex person, anyway?” Hyunie asked, looking at Taehyung. She figured he’d have an answer, considering they all went to school together.

Taehyung scoffed. “Don’t even get me started. She’s the worst person alive—a menace to society.”

Hyunie blinked a few times. “Well, explain—don’t leave us hanging.”

Yuna and Namjoon had only heard what Jungkook and you had told them, but neither of them ever asked for more details. They could speculate what kind of person she was from all the clues given.

Taehyung went on a rant explaining the type of person Alex was when they were all in school together. From the random sexcapades around campus to giving Jungkook an STD and finding out she was sleeping with a professor.

“Wow—she really is the spawn of Satan, isn’t she?” Yuna scowled.

“Jagi—” Namjoon snapped his head in her direction, giving her a look.

“What? She is—going around and ruining relationships,” she quips at him.

Taehyung held his hand up, telling everyone to stop talking. He placed his ear against the door, trying to listen in to your and Jungkook’s conversation.

You didn't respond to his question because you knew it was what your heart wanted. He is the one for you, but you weren't sure how much more you could take before exploding.

Jungkook's hair would fall out if he kept pulling at it at this point. There was just too much going on for him to know what to do first. "Should you take the test?" he suggested, returning to why you wanted to talk in the first place because you weren't talking about what you really wanted.

You nodded and confirmed. “Yeah, I should probably do that.”

You stood, walking to your room, grabbing the two small boxes you stuffed into your suitcase.

Jungkook stood there watching you enter the bathroom and close the door behind you. He jumped to his feet and ran beside the door, anticipating the outcome. He let out a sigh and leaned against the wall. What the fuck is going on right now, he wondered.

You may be pregnant, but you also can’t have children. You’ve had a miscarriage that you didn’t tell him about, but you’re also not together. So even if you were pregnant and were to have a baby, the two of you would still be involved in some capacity, and knowing Jungkook, he’d want to be involved with everything.

When you entered the bathroom, it was freezing because the window had been open all day. As you shut it, you felt a shudder run through your body. You placed one box on the floor and opened the other, your hands trembling as you reached for the familiar stick.

Jungkook slid to the floor and began picking at his cuticles, a habit he'd struggled with since he was a child. His doe eyes were fixated on a dust bunny hiding between the bookcase and the wall. He found himself nibbling at the ends of his thumbnails before he knew it.

You knitted your brows, waiting for one or two lines to appear as the liquid permeated from one end to the other. You'd figure it out if it were positive, but a big part of you was hoping it was negative. Isn't that a terrible thought?

While you waited for that one, you opened the other box and repeated the process. You flipped the first stick's results because you didn't want to see the outcome. Both results would be revealed at the same time. Why was this scarier than the first time with U-jin?

When you opened the bathroom door, Jungkook perked up and stood to his feet, eyes wide, waiting to hear the results.

You held up both sticks, biting the inside of your cheek. “Negative.”

You felt relieved, not because you didn't want to be pregnant, but because it was one less thing to worry about in this strange limbo-about-to-break-up situation with Jungkook.

“I’ll need to go to the doctor’s to confirm, but these tests are pretty accurate.”

You brushed past him, walking back to the living room, peering outside the window, gazing into the darkness.

He nodded, trying to access the situation. “So, what happens to us now?”

It was the one thing you thought would never happen. It had been lingering in your mind for weeks, but it was your only viable option. You returned your attention to him. "Kook, what do you want me to do? Just go back to the old ways? As if nothing happened?"

Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair, pulling at the ends once more. "No, I want us to work through it and then move on. But I haven't spoken to you in weeks, and then I see you in the hospital, crying and upset, and I have no idea why," he exhaled heavily. "And I'm not sure if I can or should ask you what's happening because I'm not sure you want to be with me right now."

You did. You wanted him. You wanted him. You wanted him. You wanted him despite how much it hurt. But how would he know unless you told him? It was unrealistic to expect him to read your mind. In previous relationships, you were always aware of this issue. Keeping secrets always come back to bite you. And did you express your desires aloud? No, because you were afraid to lay yourself bare to more pain.

Jungkook licked his lips and nodded, wiping his face in frustration. He walked up to you and turned to face you, but you couldn't look him in the eyes. It was too painful, so you kept looking out the window. It was easier to face the darkness outside than it was to face the darkness within. He pressed his warm hand against the nape of your neck, his other cupping your cheek, urging you to look at him, which you did.

His starry eyes glistened as he gazed at you. “You either want me, or you don’t. It’s that simple.”

You huffed, holding onto his arms. “That simple, huh? It’s fucking not—because I still fucking love you, but it hurts so bad because all I can think about is you kissing someone else, you touching someone else. So no, Kook—it’s not that simple.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” His eyes darted from your eyes to your lips and back again. “I’m sorry,” he said once more, caressing your cheek. He continued to utter apologies under his breath as you turned away from him.

You both knew what would happen even though you didn't say anything. It was just a matter of time before you had to muster up the courage and break it off. But a part of you wanted to hang on for as long as you could. Yes, it was stupid, but you just wanted to be his for a little while longer.

You closed your eyes, taking in a breath before opening them again. “We should—”

“Don’t—” Jungkook interrupted. He knew what you wanted to say, but he didn’t dare let you say the words.

You pulled away from his embrace, walking toward your room.

As he watched you walk away, he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw. He called your name before approaching you.

You came to a halt in front of the door, afraid to look into his eyes because you'd tell him you were stupid and didn't mean anything if you did and saw tears threatening to fall.

Instead, you kept your gaze fixed on the ground as he came up behind you. He gripped your waist, unsure why he had stopped you. Maybe he needed a little more time before you called it quits.

“Yeah?”

Jungkook squeezed your waist in an attempt to get you to look at him, which you eventually did. And then you recognized him—Jeon Jungkook, the man you fell in love with, staring back at you with those beautiful brown eyes.

Don't go. Don't do this. He wanted to say, “I'll do anything to keep you,” but he knew he'd lost you. Jungkook remained deafeningly silent. Instead, he pressed his lips against yours, and you didn't pull away even though you should have. He pulled away, kissed your cheek, and pushed you against the door before bringing his lips to yours again.

"Kook," you muttered against his lips. "We—" you exhaled. “We shouldn’t.” Your hands flush against his taut chest, hoping to stop him, but you were so fucking weak for him.

"Just one more time. Let me have you one more time..." he begged, panting as he continued to kiss your jawline. "Please, baby.”

How could you possibly say no? You craved him as much as he craved you, and the thought of never having him again was excruciating.

You hated yourself for succumbing to him, but you couldn't stop yourself from giving him an open mouth kiss, tilting your head to deepen it. Your body flushed against his, and you could feel the familiar growing erection pressing against your stomach—part of you reveled in the fact that you could still make him hard.

He pushed open the door, allowing you to enter backward before closing it. Your legs collided with the edge of the bed, forcing you to sit. The once quiet small voice in your head had now become loud, warning you to stop before doing something you'd later regret. But something about his hands and lips felt just right. You'd missed the weight of his body on yours, the way he'd make you moan, whine, and beg—and you needed him one more time.

His gaze shifted to yours, waiting for a nod of approval. You drew your pajama top over your head and tossed it aside, exposing your bare body. If this wasn't a sign for him to keep going, you didn't know what was. Just thinking about what he'd do to you made your heart pound and arousal pool in your underwear.

Jungkook couldn’t help but rake his eyes over your body. He had missed it so much. He leaned down, lips ghosting yours. “Are you sure?” He needed to confirm once more.

"Yes," you breathed as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. His arms were on either side of you, holding himself up as he kissed you back passionately, his warm tongue exploring yours, making you lean back onto the bed.

His hands found your body's curves, beginning at your waist, moving across the expanse of your stomach, and finally kneading your breasts. He broke the kiss, his mouth pressing against your nipple, swirling and sucking as if it were his last chance to have all of you.

He coaxed a low whine from you with every soft kiss and lick. You propped your head up to watch him, and fuck; you'd miss this so much. It didn't take long for him to have you eating out of his hands—you were melting, crumbling, and aching for more of him.

His dark eyes flickered at you as he licked down the center of your body to your belly button. His hands are on the elastic of your pajama shorts, yanking them down with your already-soaked underwear. He smirked, pleased that you wanted him as much as he wanted you right now. 

Jungkook knelt before you, wanting to savor the moment as much as possible. He licked his lips as he gazed at your glistening core, which was wet and ready for him. He rose on his knees, his hands slowly sliding up your thighs, then reaching underneath your ass, pulling you towards him, your knees now bent, pussy on full display.

He placed kisses on your knee, then your thigh, gently sucking marks into them. If he couldn’t be with you forever, then at least the marks he left would linger on your body—leaving a reminder of what used to be and what should have been.

You said his name quietly, and he hummed, looking up at you. "Are you going to keep teasing me all night?" Even if you wanted him to progress faster, a part of you understood why he was taking his time. You wanted this moment to last forever too.

He responded by kissing your thigh again, then repeating his previous actions, leaving three more marks on your thigh. He peered through his lashes, watching you writhe and grab your breasts to relieve the tension building within you, your core desperately clenching around nothing was driving you insane.

"Kook, please—" Jungkook's tongue licked a strip from your entrance to your clit before you could say anything coherent. “Ah—fuck.” You sat up, leaning back on your elbows, to watch him. You weren't going to miss this. For any man who comes after Jungkook, you are completely ruined.

Quickly latching onto your clit, Jungkook alternated between lapping, sucking, and flicking, making you moan and writhe.

"Shit—Kook," you whimpered, your head dipped back. Your legs trembled beneath his arms, and your stomach knot tightened before he inserted a finger and forced you to lie back from the intensity of it all. “You're going to ruin me.”

Your comment made him smile, and he was hoping that would happen. He'd ruin you for the next guy, and the next time someone was going down on you, you’d be unable to think of anyone but him. It would be his farewell present to you.

He continued pumping a few times before withdrawing his finger, making you whine at the loss. He held your thighs up, spreading your legs, then resting them over his shoulders. “Fuck—I love this pussy so much,” he exclaimed before diving back in, nose now buried in your clit, tongue darting in and out of your entrance.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Kook.” The sensation was becoming too much for you to handle. God—you’re gonna miss that stupid, perfect nose of his. Honestly, the best you’ve ever had—and you never cared for noses. But Jungkook’s, you’d want it to stay buried in you all day if you could. “Right there—Kook. Keep going.”

Jungkook couldn't take his gaze away from you. His tongue and mouth worked overload on your clit; fingers now knuckle deep in your cunt.

Your toes curled, hands gripping the bed sheets as the fire in the abdomen was ready to explode any moment now. “Unghh—Kook,” you mewled as he became relentless in his trek to make you come undone. Your muscles tensed, pussy tightened as a shockwave of pleasure washed over you. You kicked your head back, seeing white as your body went limp.

"You're fucking gorgeous when you cum." He wanted to remember this expression forever because he knew he would never see it again.

Everyone’s eyes widened, and jaws dropped when they heard the rhythmic thumping against the wall.

Yuna blinked a few times. “Are they—are they—”

“Fucking?” The other three said in tandem.

Yuna groaned, sliding down from her sitting position. “So much for breaking up.”

“I’m pretty sure they’re fucking to put a pause on actually breaking up,” Taehyung stated. “I’ve done that plenty of times.”

Hyunie narrowed her eyes at him. “Did anyone bring earplugs? Or is there tissue in here somewhere? I need to drown out the moaning and whining. I’ve heard it too many times before,” Hyunie remarked, crawling toward the bed’s end, searching for something to plug her ears.

“Do you have a condom?” You never cared if he had one on or not, but considering the two of you just had a pregnancy scare, it was better safe than sorry.

“Shit—” Jungkook frowned and shook his head.

You sighed. “It’s fine.”

His doe eyes widened, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

“We won’t fuck.” You could see the disappointment on Jungkook’s face. “But I’ll still make you come,” you explained before rising to your knees, crawling over to him, and making him lean against the headboard.

You sat on his lap, cradling his thighs as you made your way closer to the base of his cock, then connected your lips to his, your hand wrapped around his hardened length. He moaned into your mouth, hands gripping your waist and then to your ass as your pussy slid up and down his shaft—your earlier arousal generously coating him, lewd noises echoing throughout the room.

“Fuck—baby—this feels so good. Keep going,” he urged with his head lolled back, gently thumping against the headboard.

You grinned, loving how much he loved this—even though your pussy ached at him not being inside you, at least you could do this much together. “Didn’t think you would like this,” you teased.

Jungkook's eyes were half-opened, sporting a half-smile. “I’ll take anything I can get right now, baby.”

He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer, your folds and arousal spreading on his cock. He lifted you so high his tip brushed against your entrance, causing you both to groan. Jungkook continued to thrust from below, his face nuzzled in your chest, and the friction against your clit now becoming unbearable, the building pleasure ready to burst any moment now. You found yourself stifling your moans in the crook of his neck as he started a merciless pace chasing his high along with yours.

You reached to squeeze his balls, causing a loud curse from him. You could feel his face growing hotter, his cock twitching beneath you as you continued to put more pressure on him. His pants were growing quicker and shorter. His voice strained when he uttered your name.

"'m gonna cum, Kook," you breathed against his warm skin. You leaned back, one hand on the bed, as your pussy continued rolling on his cock. The climax building is ready to snap in seconds.

Jungkook made you lean on the bed. He kneeled before you, his hand wrapped around his cock, slapping your pussy, and every now and then, his leaking tip teasing your entrance, causing you to mewl.

Your body ached for him to relieve the tightness within you, to just stuff you to the brim, but you knew it wasn’t an option.

He hovered over you, bringing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply, then sucking on your bottom lip. He continued rubbing his tip against you, every now and then slightly pushing in.

God, he was really going to be the death of you at this point.

Then he pushed two digits into your cunt, and it would be over for you soon. Your hands tugged at the nape of his hair; then you sucked in a sharp breath. "Fuck–fuck," you moaned as the tension in you finally snapped, causing shockwaves and lightning to run through your body. Your walls clenched and spasmed around his fingers as he rode you through your high.

“God—baby—you’re so beautiful when you cum for me,” he praised, flashing a smirk. He brought his cock flush against your pussy, coating his tip with your juices.

As your heart raced at a million miles a minute, you could finally catch your breath. When you came to, you opened your eyes with a grin plastered on your face. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching Jungkook spread your arousal along his shaft—the lewd noises making you clench around nothing.

You got up, sitting back on your heels, hands trailing his firm, thunderous thighs. You leaned into him, your eyes catching him before looking at his stiff cock, and back up. “You gonna come for me?”

He rested his forehead against yours, giving you a sloppy open mouth kiss. “I always come hard for you, baby. You know that.”

“Good,” you mused, lowering yourself toward his erect cock. You stuck out your tongue, laying it flat against the underside, following along the veins from the base to the tip. His abs spasmed, teeth sinking into his bottom lip when your warm mouth engulfs his length.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—baby. I’m not gonna last,” he urged, squirming beneath you. The contact earlier from your pussy on his cock drove him insane. Who knew non-penetrative sex could get him so worked up?

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to hold out as long as he could, but shit, your mouth was always the death of him. He moved your hair out of the way, so he could see you bobbing up and down his length. God—it was one of his favorite views, and it would be a view he’d missed so much.

“Mm—baby—,” he paused, a breath hitched in his throat. “I’m gonna cum.”

His hips jerked forward as thick, white ropes of his seed coated the inside your mouth, and you milked him for everything that he had. You insisted on sucking him dry, but he finally popped you off of him.

“Shit—I’ve never come that hard,” he rasped with closed eyes and a smirk.

You swallowed his cum and wiped your mouth, chuckling at the ravaged man before you. He held out his hands, and you took it without hesitation. You snuggled flush against him, placing a kiss on his warm chest.

The two of you stayed like this for a few minutes before he spoke. “This is it, isn’t it?”

You didn’t respond right away, didn’t want it to become real. You hummed in response.

“Can I just hold you for a while longer?”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him no because you wanted it too. You pulled away and peered up at him, reaching for his lips.

He cupped your cheek, softly kissing you back, savoring every second, every minute that he could. He wanted to say more, say that he loved you, that he’ll always love you, but he didn’t want to dig deeper into the pain the both of you had already endured.

✨ next - heartbreak hotel pt. 2

[murmel-malt]

I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT DAERA!!!! Sweet girl!!! Feel free to go on about her endlessly

How long does she live? Does she take lovers? Remarries? Does Baelon live? Does he become king? What is going onnnnnn!

Anon, I love and appreciate you!💕💕 And I am using this as a prompt to talk about Baelon and my current plans for him within this AU.

Let me preface this by giving my reasoning for why Hedaera survived Baelon’s birth but Aemma didn’t: Daera is perfectly willing to throw an absolute fit and fight and refuse back-to-back pregnancies like Aemma was subjected to. She is very much a spoiled princess and hasn’t really heard the word ‘no’ that often but is very proficient in using it herself and does so with abandon. Thus Daera was healthier than Aemma was. While Aemma had several failed pregnancies in canon, Daera had only one (two years after Daenys was born) and didn’t let Vizzy near her for the next three years.

But now that Heir McSon is here, things can go two - well, three - ways: 

option a) Baelon continues to live and becomes king, there is no Dance and everybody can focus on more important things. Which is nice but also kind of boring so I present 

option b) Baelon does live but not long enough to become King. At the point of his death Viserys is pretty sick and Daera, still grieving, even less willing to try for another child. Like in canon Vizzy is pushed to name Rhaenyra heir to keep Daemon away from the throne until there is another boy (which they just kind of expect and try to pressure Daera into). The game changer here is that both Rhaenyra and her sister are already married.

Because Daera was never given the chance to have any say in her future she is extremely pushy about her daughters having it and Vizzy being kind of uninterested in his daughters until Baelon’s death agreed just so Daera shuts up about it.

So Rhaenyra is happily married to Harwin Strong and Daenys to Tyland Lannister. Jace is already born so Rhaenyra already has an Heir McSon of her own.

and option c) Baelon dies pretty early, before Rhaenyra’s marriage is secured. She is made heir, kind of forced to marry Laenor (to Daera’s displeasure about the forced part and pleasure about the Laenor part) and has her sons with Harwin. tbh I haven’t completely figured this option out yet because it is too close to canon for my taste (also there is no way in hell Daera will let Rhaenyra screw herself and her future over by having such obvious bastards) but maybe I will come up with a nice little twist to make it more appealing to me.

But with Daera alive and unwilling to go through any more childbirths, there obviously won’t be any brothers for Rhaenyra to compete with for the throne so the Dance as we know it won’t happen. That doesn’t mean there won’t be any conflict though.

As of now, I have no plans to have Daera die anytime before seeing her grandchildren grow up happily and know the Realm is moving towards a stable future. And be a sassy grandma in the process.

[xdemonicheartx]

Ive been struggling a lot with my self image to the point I’m having breakdowns in the mirror. I need help from anyone who can.

I’m AFAB agender/non binary and ive got some gripes about me I want help in altering in any way if I could get help finding resources or workouts or anything that would help me achieve a more masculine silhouette I would kiss you on the mouth (with your consent of course )

I am 24 years old, 5’7”/170.18cm, 195lbs/88.5kg, type one diabetic, neurodivergent (diagnosed ADHD, high suspicion of comorbid Autism though i cannot get an official diagnosis because the waitlist closest to home is a 2 year wait as of 2022) fibromyalgia is also present for anyone who needs any context regarding health concerns surrounding medical procedures they might recommend or suggest

Below are the things I need help in changing as a list with some details surrounding my anatomical structure

My goal is to be completely unsure if I’m a male or female with a look alone but with androgyny that can be a pretty broad area. I know if I gain upper body musculature that can help but I cannot afford a gym membership yet

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I have an exceptionally voluptuous butt. Its almost comical to me, I would say I’m slim-thick or pear shaped. Its the type of back end that a lot of cis femme women would covet, its mostly muscle tissue due to years of athletics but theres also scar tissue from years of insulin injections

My hips are VERY wide. Like I said I’m pear shaped, I hate the curvy figure I have and its rounded edges, I have small pockets of fat resting on my hips that only add to the figure

I have a very stubborn hormonal fat deposit on my stomach I want to stop oral birth control which is the most likely culprit but I currently cannot until I can get a hysterectomy

I have a muffin top and artificial hip dips due to fat deposits that I am looking to tame

Chest dysphoria, I don’t have large boobs, they’re a perky B/C cup. I would consider top surgery but I don’t know how to bring that up with my partner. I do use a fytist binder and I love how my chest looks flat/with nice pectoral muscle (even if its smushed boob). My partner loves the way I am shaped overall but I do not. (He/him/they/them bisexual)

Facial features are so rounded and I cant contour to save my life. I know losing weight will be seen in the face first but what else can I do?

Speaking of face I have loose skin under my chin thats not a double chin but any type of glance downward makes a pseudo double chin and I’m incredibly insecure about it. I have a relatively feminine jaw line and I have a jaw exerciser/silicone bite that I need to use more. Are neck tucks something available for me?

I have hooded eyes, they make me look so tired. I know eye lid lifts are a procedure but thats something I would need to save up for and plan for, I am unsure if losing weight would change this

The triceps of my arms feel like they’re on the road to bingo wings/bat wings, I know the tricep is supposed to hang freely when relaxed and not in use but when my arm hands at my side there is a bit of pudge above my elbow that says “body fat” and not soft muscle

I understand weight loss can help with a small handful of these and muscle building can too but there are additional features and traits that cannot be worked for aside from medical intervention and cosmetic electives. I’m looking for workouts, medical procedures and price ranges, shapewear, makeup tutorials, diets that help in weight loss or muscle gain, and literally anything else that might help me feel like this is my body. Its becoming a large hinderance on my mental wellbeing

I really cannot keep dwelling on how my body is wrong when its something I am stuck with for life so all I can do is work to alter it and care for it. However I know these alterations are possible. Ive seen incredible transformations and transitions within the trans community and NB communities and I’m really hoping some of your experiences can be passed onto me so that I can live as myself too

I appreciate those that have taken the time to read this far. Thank you

[multi-lefaiye]

blood-kin roster (as of now)

hiii hello. i keep forgetting to talk about these guys too much on tumblr. or like... explain them. so this is just a masterlist of the ones that have designs so far, using their heroforge models.

anyway, these are some ocs i've been thinking about a LOT lately. i'm mainly developing them for a future d&d campaign, but i also think. maybe they can have their own wip at some point.

the basic rundown and specific characters under the cut! yeehaw!!

content warnings: lots of talk of murder and violence, talk of cults, and also lots of references to "killing off the weak" and shit like that, b/c that's this murder cult's whole thing.

tagging some folks who i think might be interested: @void-botanist @skitzo-kero @anexor @vacantgodling @astral-runic @invaderskoodge

The Blood-kin are the chosen followers of a murderous god known as Mazzakarr, the god of slaughter. Mazzakarr's followers believe in an extreme sort of Darwinism and that only the strongest, who fight for their lives, deserve to survive. They believe the weak-willed must be slaughtered for the strong to continue on.

Among Mazzakarr's followers, his favorites are the blood-kin, a group of people chosen from a young age to be raised by the cult and molded into his perfect followers, his literal chosen ones and extensions of his will. The blood-kin are not related to each other, but they are connected by the fact that Mazzakarr's blood flows through their veins, and their connection to their god gives them power. They are literal extensions of Mazzakarr's presence, tasked with carrying out his will and molding the world in his image.

Though the blood-kin are Mazzakarr's chosen, of course, they still have to earn his favor. After all, what good is a chosen one that's just given their power? No, they must fight for it.

And so, from a very young age, the blood-kin are taught to hate and fear each other, to see each other as threats to their power and authority. They've been slowly picking each other off over the years, one by one, and now, only twelve of the original fifty remain.

And, someday, there will be only one blood-kin remaining. Mazzakarr's perfect, final prophet, beholden entirely to his will alone.

Blade Which Strikes Twice (Twice) (they/he/it) - the wielder of the two-bladed scimitar.

Twice, unlike many of their fellow blood-kin, is a changeling from birth. In their preferred form, they strike an unsettling figure, a living corpse standing well over six feet tall. Their wide, pale eyes watch everyone around them unblinkingly, and their tattooed lips hide jagged teeth like a dog's.

For many years, Twice was one of Mazzakarr's favorite among the blood-kin, having earned his attention when they killed one of their caretakers in the cult at just twelve years old. Their prowess in violence has only grown since then, and they gladly follow orders without hesitation. It's all they know, after all. Their purpose is to follow Mazzakarr, nothing more.

Except... in recent years, Twice has begun to do something strange: they've begun to question Mazzakarr and his teachings. Not that they would ever dare to admit this, but they can't help but wonder... is there more to their purpose in this world?

(Such blasphemy will not be tolerated.)

Axe Which Fells Kings (King) (he/him) - the wielder of the greataxe.

King is one of the more outspoken blood-kin, a self-proclaimed trailblazer who believes that there is more to life than Mazzakarr's little cult. Not that he'd ever turn away from them, of course, but he thinks he's quite above following their orders at every step of the way. The only one he'll obey is Mazzakarr himself; otherwise, he respects no authority but his own.

This insolence has earned him no favors from Mazzakarr's other followers, nor has it served him well with his fellow blood-kin. Still, his boldness has earned him Mazzakarr's approval, and no one's managed to knock that cocky grin off his face yet. Which, naturally, only fuels his ego more. As far as he's concerned, the other blood-kin may as well roll over and let him finish them off, because it's only inevitable that he'll be the last one standing.

Really, they should just give in and stop embarrassing themselves by dragging this out as much as they are.

(As an aside, King's name is merely aspirational--he's never felled any kings, nor any royalty in general. He'll insist he has, though.)

The Poison-Lined Lash (Lash) (she/her) - the wielder of the razor whip.

Lash is fast, quick on her feet and with her tongue in equal measure, with fangs like a snake hidden just beneath her painted smile. She's a talker, finding great joy in bantering with and taunting her prey as she hunts them. More than that, she loves when they return the favor. After all, what's the fun in killing someone who won't make it interesting for her, one way or another?

She loves the thrill of the chase, almost more than the actual kill. As a result, Lash likes to play with her prey, chasing them down before letting them go just to watch them try to escape her again. The game ends when she gets bored and stops finding enjoyment in her sadistic taunts, at which point she'll finish them off quickly.

As her name implies, Lash is also quite fond of poison, carrying vials of the stuff with her at all times. When she's feeling particularly cruel, sometimes she poisons her prey when she catches them the first time, just to watch them try to limp away while slowly dying from whatever toxin she infected them with.

It's so cute that they think they have a chance.

The Shot Which Echoes Like Thunder (Echo) (she/they) - the wielder of the double-barreled rifle.

In many ways, Echo is one of the most devoted followers Mazzakarr has, both among the blood-kin and the rest of his worshipers. She has devoted herself entirely to his cause, chasing the high of hearing his voice ringing in her broken skull, the echo of his praise in every blast.

While the other blood-kin will often focus on a single target at a time, Echo is most concerned with causing as much violence and bloodshed as she can, often with devastating explosions. After all, the more deaths she causes, the more unworthy and weak-willed cattle are purged from the world.

She is a fanatic, through and through, and she is delighted to spread the word of the father of slaughter. Echo isn't much of a leader, and she isn't particularly charismatic, but she is deeply devoted and passionate in a way that makes people pay attention to her. One thing she hates, though, is sharing that spotlight--with anyone. The other blood-kin are, at best, annoyances to her, little flies that need to be squished.

Or, perhaps more accurately, shot.

The Ruby-Red Moon (Moon) (they/it) - the wielder of the ruby sickles.

Moon is a mysterious figure, even among their fellow blood-kin. They're almost never seen without their mask, as they believe wholeheartedly that exposing any flesh is an insult to Mazzakarr. No, they'll be keeping their weak points safe and protected, thank you very much. They look down on the other blood-kin and they're not subtle about it, firmly believing that they are the only one who truly understands his vision.

As their voice is muffled something awful by their mask, Moon speaks through a voice modulator that distorts their voice as much as it makes them easier to understand. They speak with very little inflection or emotion, and they're not particularly expressive in general even without the mask.

Though Moon is just as violent and sadistic as the others, they're much more quiet and lowkey about it. A big, flashy spectacle is not the point, and in fact making a show of each kill is an insult to Mazzakarr. Murder is not about making the biggest spectacle, but about creating a better world for those strong enough to reach for it.

[eldragon-x]

An attempt at a backstory/character analysis of Bill Cipher

I'm kinda into Gravity Falls again lately, Bill has been living in my head rent free for ages, and I've been thinking a lot about the extra-canonical content around him so I decided it'd be fun to speculate around that!

This post doesn't even include everything I originally wanted to talk about because it was already a long and very speculative mess, but I hope it's enjoyable regardless.

Also credits to this post by weirdmageddon here, this pile of information defenetly made my life easier.

Okay let’s just start with the Axolotl Poem from the book “Dipper and Mabel and the Time Pirates’ Treasure”:

For the purpose of this analysis I’ll be focusing on this part, since it’s easily the most interesting and revealing bit of the poem:

Saw his own dimension burn. Misses home and can’t return. Says he’s happy. He’s a liar. Blame the arson for the fire.

Bill’s birth-dimension and why it was destroyed

This is actually something that is referenced in the show! Bill describes his original dimension as dull, boring and restrictive. He claims that he freed it by destroying it and that he’s granting our known dimension a similar freedom through Weirdmageddon.

But we can dig deeper. In Journal 3, Ford wrote an entry about a dimension called Exwhylia which he encountered during his time in the multiverse. I'll add text under all references to J3 to make things easier to read.

(My quest to defeat Bill led me to a strange world that I mistakenly believed to be his birthplace. / “Above” being a direction they know nothing about and does not exist.

A. an upper-class circle B. a lowly triangle C. a building off in the distance D. a leaf 5 inches from your face I believe Bill came from a similar world that was mysteriously destroyed. But how?)

On top of that, back in 2015, Alex Hirsch hosted a Reddit AMA where he would answer questions as Bill which gives us another piece of information:

Edwin Abbott Abbott is the author of the novella “Flatland” which was published in 1884. I’m going to hold myself back from rambling about this book because this is a post about the funny Mr. Peanut Triangle and not Flatland, we just need some bits of it for this post.

Flatland is about a two-dimensional world of the same name which is inhabited by people who are simple shapes. The amount of sides a resident in Flatland has determines their social class. The more sides, the higher up the ladder.

Due to its two-dimensionality, Flatland’s inhabitants normally can’t comprehend up or down, yet some have discovered three-dimensionality. But it’s such a taboo in their world that anyone who knows of it is locked away at best and killed at worst. The upper-class circles are the only ones allowed to know about it without consequences and withhold this information.

Similarly, though by far not as forbidden, are colors. Color isn’t naturally-occuring in Flatland but it can be created and used to be a whole thing until its use was banned and limited to those more privileged.

At one point, the protagonist himself describes Flatland as dull in relation to the lack of color.

While the two pages about Exwhylia obviously can’t give as much insight as Flatland, both have a few differences, and it’s kept vague exactly how similar Bill’s dimension was to either of these worlds (“came from a similar world”, “has a decent idea”), we can get a pretty good picture of it based on these pieces.

A small, strict, dull world where the higher-ups keep away anything that could provide enrichment or a wider perspective from the general public.

I’m sure many people would hate that. I’m sure someone like Bill (who, as an equilateral triangle, would’ve been part of the middle class and no way in hell easy access to color or 3D knowledge) would especially hate that.

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I think there’s more to this though. Let’s talk about Bill’s powers.

We know little to nothing about when or how he received them, but the Axolotl Poem implies it was before he destroyed his dimension as he’d need outstanding abilities in order to burn a whole dimension down while also not getting himself killed in the process.

Here we see Bill talk about his newly-gained and expanded powers with the occurrence of Weirdmageddon. Seeing that this leads into his dialogue about his old home dimension (shown earlier in this section), the line “I wasn’t always this way” suggests he wasn’t just born with his power or anything like that.

The way he compares this to his new powers could mean he might’ve even started out with relatively little power that just grew after he left his dimension. For all we know he could’ve burned it down while only possessing the necessary abilities to burn things in large scale and escape his dimension, having learned of higher dimensions through other means and gaining omniscience at a later point.

Still, this isn't my main argument for Bill’s choice to destroy his world being a gradual process that involved several factors. His family is.

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We don’t have much information about Bill’s family. The best there is is this bit from Journal 3,

(Apparently, his thirst for power caused him to destroy his home dimension - including his parents)

possibly this bit from Sock Opera? Partially because Bill kinda projects onto Mabel but more on that later.

and this statement by Hirsch from the NYCC 2015:

Q: “I was thinking if Bill has a brother, or is he working with someone?” A: “If you think Grunkle Stan’s relationship with his family is bad, Bill’s is worse.”

Now you can read a lot into this especially with the comparison to Stan and the question being about a potential brother of Bill’s.

Stan was kicked out by his parents, never saw them again, and had a lot of conflict with his brother (which gets resolved by the end of the show). Does this mean Bill had bad parents and conflict with a sibling, especially considering Sock Opera? Maybe!

But I definitely consider it likely that this comparison really serves to further establish Stan and Bill as foil characters with parallels. I won’t go into it here but here’s a great post about it!

But let’s finally get to the point. Bill has a bad relationship with his family and the Oracle mentions his parents in relation to him destroying his dimension. You know what this makes me think of? This statement by Hirsch from an interview:

I know it says here “over thousands of years” and the examples used are probably very childish because a kid asked the question but I can’t help but think this reflects Bill’s attitude even in his earlier life. He doesn’t always get his way, he holds onto this pettiness, it festers the poor relationship with his parents, at some point he learns of an unrestricted world that has been withheld from him, he gets wildly destructive powers and next thing you know the multiverse is doomed.

The Nightmare Realm and Escapism

So, Bill sees a lot of himself in Mabel and projects onto her. It’s very outright in Bill’s page in “Dipper’s and Mabel’s Guide to Mystery and Nonstop Fun”:

As well as in the DVD Commentary of Sock Opera:

“Bill genuinely believes that Mabel’s kinda like him. He sees Mabel as a chaos agent. Like, Mabel has got a little bit of a seed of anarchy in her, she’s a little bit selfish, she likes to have fun at whatever cost. And Bill is all those things times a billion. So he thinks when he lays it all out for her like: ‘How about instead of being lame, you do something fun! And crush whoever you want in the process!’. He thinks that’s gonna go over. And he’s not wrong in seeing that side in Mabel but Mabel is a better person than Bill Cipher.”

And when you look at how Bill thinks Mabel is like him, how the poem mentions him - a fun and delightful character - lying about being happy, and how he hates rules and holds these little grudges while Mabel learns to face difficulties despite wanting to hide from them, and learns to grow up and move on… it paints an interesting picture.

This post comparing Mabel Land and the Nightmare Realm is kinda similar to what I imagine, but let me make my own case.

(...my old “Muse” is actually one of the most feared beings in the entire multiverse. Bill took over the Nightmare Realm as a hideout for him and his cronies, but because this place is lawless, without any consistent physics or rules, it is eventually fated to self-destruct. This is why Bill seeks a new, more stable dimension to take over and a foolish mind willing to let him in.

Bill’s universe is not exactly a dimension, but rather a boiling, shifting intergalactic foam between dimensions - a lawless, unstable crawl space between worlds that only the strangest and most unknowable beings call home.)

So, at some point after destroying his original home dimension Bill got some buddies and they willingly entered this foam dimension and took over it. The Journal also mentions that the realm acts as a gateway to other worlds and has wormholes that lead to other dimensions. And we know there’s ways not just in but also out of the Nightmare Realm because Ford left it through a wormhole and the Lost Legends comic book has an alien truck driver who helps Stan and Ford get around the multiverse from the Nightmare Realm.

But something’s weird because in Weirdmageddon, Bill says that he’s been trapped in the Nightmare Realm, despite all this.

And it definitely gives him restrictions since before Weirdmageddon, there was no connection between the realm and our known dimension and Bill could only interact with our dimension through the Mindscape. But in theory he should still be able to go to other worlds unless he specifically is genuinely trapped there. But we get no indication of how or why that would be, and why would he willingly enter a space that would trap him in the first place?

Y’know, maybe these restrictions are exactly what makes him feel like he’s “trapped”. Because there still are limitations. But I also think Bill just doesn’t want to leave the Nightmare Realm (behind).

Think about it, Bill made the realm his home after destroying the 2nd dimension. Maybe at this point there was already a lingering regret. But he finds this lawless realm of endless possibilities where he can party forever which is like the antithesis of his old home at just the right time. It’s everything he could want! Maybe destroying his home was all worth it and he never has to think about it again!

So yeah, Bill could theoretically leave the Nightmare Realm to avoid being caught in its decay. But why would he? What other dimension could possibly satisfy him and offer more? Instead he looks for a dimension to merge with the Nightmare Realm so it can keep existing. And hey, he’d kinda be helping the people in that dimension by doing this because maybe they’d realize how limited their existence is just like he once did! Tho it's uh. questionable how much he cares about that part.

I mean he goes so far to risk tearing down all of existence alongside the realm and himself just for the chance to keep it around. 

Anyway the fact that he found this dimension that offered him everything he always wanted at just the right time inspired him to create Mabel Land

But unlike Bill who tried to keep the Nightmare Realm stable no matter what, Mabel leaves Mabel Land and is the one to destroy it because she has accepted that she’ll face hardships, unlike Bill who continues to look for distractions from his problems.

Also this is unrelated to the whole escapism thing but I really want to mention in this section that another reason Bill wants to cause Weirdmageddon is likely not just to keep the Nightmare Realm going, but also simply because it juiced up his powers. Y'know considering the Oralce said Bill destroyed his dimension out of a thirst for power and he wants more power because something something breaking limitations. I know this is obvious stuff but I feel the need to keep this post somehow grounded on solid canon, especially with what I'm about to make up.

Nihilism

Okay I’m going to wildly speculate here and probably look at Bill’s mindset through a more human lens than intended but just bear with me for a moment. I think at some point Bill grew nihilistic as a way to distance himself from his unhappiness and further avoid dealing with it.

What mainly kicked off this train of thought was this here from the AMA.

On the surface this just reads as Bill being a god who is above the concept of reality as we know it and understands things differently ect. ect. but with the context of “Says he’s happy. He’s a liar.” it’s like… that tells something about him.

There’s also these pieces from the AMA which give the impression of Bill being above mortals and the concept of love and whatever but from a human lens I’m just seeing some miserable guy going “love isn’t real and life has no meaningful purpose”.

Also something about him in the show saying things like “reality is an illusion” and “meaning has no meaning”.

Now don’t get me wrong, I think a lot of this is just straight up Bill being a chaos God who has an abstract perspective on things. God knows he genuinely sees himself above mortals.

But I just think it’s interesting to think about this in the context of there being something underlying here. Or maybe I’m just lost in the sauce of overanalyzing Bill Cipher’s mysterious backstory and psyche hell if I know.

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Footnote about the whole escapism and denial thing: I feel like you can vaguely draw a parallel with McGucket here. He tried to just forget about everything but ultimately finds closure by rediscovering and coming to terms with his past and all.

Control

Just something interesting that occurred to me while writing this whole thing. It was kinda odd to me that Bill “took over” the lawless Nightmare Realm and is even described as “The King of Nightmares” by Ford in Journal 3. Bill also tells the residents of Gravity Falls that they can call him their “new Lord and Master” as he tries to turn the dimension into a world without rules with Weirdmageddon. 

And it’s also weird how, despite how terrible the 2nd Dimension was and how much it clashes with someone like him, he still misses it after all this time.

I just think there seems to be an irony about Bill being a chaos god who finds comfort and kinship in the strange, unusual and incomprehensible while at the same time desiring control and craving familiarity.

Conclusion/Summary

Bill grew up with restrictions in his life, be it little things within his personal relationships or on a greater scale within society and the universe as a whole. Once he had the chance to escape these restrictions, he did so by burning down his home dimension and everyone in it but ended up living with regret over this. He made the Nightmare Realm his own home because it offered both the freedom he wanted and the distractions he sought from his unhappiness. The Nightmare Realm was dying but instead of leaving it, Bill was dedicated to merging it with a more stable dimension. Mainly to keep it existing and push the limitations of his own power, but also hoping that other beings would realize just how small their world was.

Additionally, Bill’s perceived superiority over mortals and indifference towards a lot of things might’ve possibly started out as a nihilistic mindset that he adopted to disconnect himself from his regrets. And despite the chaos about him, he wants to have control and yearns for familiarity. 

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I think I just want to close this post by saying it’s fascinating how such a delightfully cruel villain lives such a miserable and bleak existence. I’m going to tattoo the Axolotl Poem onto my brain.

[bohemian-nights]

What are your opinions on Alicent?

I’ll break it up by the book and show again, but I will say that I like both characters.

Book! Alicent gets a lot of unjust hate in my humble opinion. Before the show, it seems like the majority of ASOIAF/ F&B fans viewed Alicent as an evil queen/stepmother-type figure(I mean she still is viewed in that way by a large portion of this fandom, but she’s got an army of fans now who defend her).

I never got those vibes from her. Honestly, she behaves how pretty much every highborn woman(including Rhaenyra if the roles were reversed) in Westeros* would behave.

Like picture this: From a very young age your father has groomed you to marry into royalty and become queen. His wildest dream becomes a reality when the king's wife dies in childbirth. A king who is 12 years your senior who you knew since you were at least 15 and he was a fully grown man.

Bonus points he only has one living daughter who is his heir, for now, but inheritances, titles, and lands pass on from fathers to sons and then to daughters if and only if there are no legitimate male heirs to pass on their kingdoms/lordship to.

So you become pregnant pretty quickly and congratulations you give birth to your healthy boy. Your husband's long-awaited son and heir. You’ve done your duty, you’ve given him what he has been craving for so long, the reason why his first wife died, the reason why he presumably married you, for a male heir, but your husband does not proclaim your son, his son, his heir.

Time passes on. You give birth to three more children. A daughter and two more healthy sons yet your husband still has not named your son his heir.

At this point, your stepdaughter, who is only eleven years your junior, has given birth to three sons. Three sons who look nothing like her nor their supposed father(who everyone doubts can even bring himself to father children in the first place) while your own children look like the spitting image of your husband and his family.

You go attend the funeral of your husband's cousin and guess what, your second son gets maimed by your youngest stepgrandson for trying to claim a dragon. You expect some sympathy, an apology, and some measure of punishment for the boy, but does that happen?

Nope, your husband takes his daughter's side(who suggested your son be questioned even though he was maimed) and threatens to punish your sons because they stated the obvious about their nephews. So once again you and your children are snubbed.

Fast forward again and your stepdaughter has married her uncle. This is the same man who a. Doesn’t like you and b. Has killed multiple family members who have gotten in his way and c. Who has always lusted after the throne.

Your stepdaughter has two more sons with your brother-in-law, making it all the more obvious that those first three are bastards and yet she’s still slated to be queen.

Knowing all of that, would you honestly not push for your son to take the throne?

Alicent is very much a product of her circumstances. She isn’t this monstrous stepmother. People like to use her book age to say that she was a grown woman who seduced Viserys and picked on a child. I’ll grant them the second part(although Rhaenyra was only 11 years younger and “picking on” her is debatable) but we know that she was underage(even by Westeros standards) when she first came to court.

Her father placed her where she would be in the perfect position to marry into House Targaryen. He was an overly ambitious second son who used his daughter to gain a legacy. Did Alicent likely take on some of that ambition? Yes, but her father planted the seed.

Regardless of Alicent’s ambitions, she was still in a dangerous position. She had three sons(plus two grandsons) who had a better claim to the throne than her stepdaughter. I’m a Daemon fan, but do you honestly believe he’d let those boys live for long after Rhaenyra took the throne? Nope because they would always be a threat even with a peaceful transition of power. In the end, she did what had to do to ensure her children’s safety.

Alicent isn’t any worse than any other character in the book. I find her to be one of the more interesting, entertaining, and relatable characters(her death scene is also top-tier because it’s pretty clear what her motivations were).

Show! Alicent again I like her, but I disagree with some of the changes made to her character. I don’t mind that they aged her down, but I don’t think that it was a necessary change.

It’s clear that they did so to make her appear more sympathetic, but as I outlined she’s a pretty sympathetic(or at least understandable) character already.

That being said, from episodes 1-7(minus a few minor things like the Larys situation which is completely disgusting and should have never been included) Alicent’s characterization was pretty solid. The problems only for her character become apparent from episode 8 onward and I blame that on them still trying to show how much Alicent still pines after her friendship with Rhaenyra.

Past episode 7 Alicent should not want to reconnect with her. There is too much bad blood between them. It’s clear that Rhaenyra does not really care about her and her kids. Book! Alicent would never want a friendship with someone who poses a threat to her and her children’s safety. As a matter of fact, no self-respecting person would.

The friendship is dead and gone(especially with spoiler spoilers Blood and Cheese situation upcoming). Moving forward I do hope the show focuses less on this weird love story because it is getting into out-of-character territory for Alicent.

[jedidiahjunior]

First off all: they weighed gunner again and he’s either 11 pounds 4 ounces OR 11.4 pounds idk with Americans and their measuring systems but regardless that’s a big boy!!!!

How was this birth compared to the rest?

It was her favorite (“so far”). The first day was long, the second day was quick!

Do you like hospital births? (Given that birth #1 was supposed to be a home birth)

She loves it! Knowing there are professionals there and having an epidural (she made this 👌🏻 sign about it lmao)

Breastfeeding or formula feeding?

Joy is breastfeeding, even though she had planned to bottle feed (idk if she meant pumping and giving it in a bottle or formula in a bottle) since she hated breastfeeding Gideon and “didn’t love” breastfeeding evy. But she “and Austin” (which…. Wtf) decided to try for a couple weeks and it’s actually going really well!

Which labor was the hardest to recover from?

Gideon, the c section baby, followed by evy because she had to push for so long.

How is life with 3 kids?

Busy! They have a good support system but joy often feels like she never sees Austin, has downtime etc

How did Gideon’s c section affect the plans for the quiver?

They purposely didn’t try to get pregnant for a whole year after Gideon, at their doctors suggestion! (I’ve assumed they’ve been using some kind of family planning but it’s wild to see her outright admit it!)

How are you?

She struggled with ppd after Gideon, Annabel and evy (proud of her to openly talk about it!!), which was probably made worse by poor diet/sleep deprivation/not taking vitamins etc. this time she being more proactive (good for her!!) and right now she’s doing well.

Sleep training?

Nope, tried with Gideon but it didn’t work. Now she just takes it as it comes.

Finding time for god?

She hasn’t been making her Bible study a priority “like [she] should”, but she’s having Bible reading with the kids every day. She often sets high goals and when she doesn’t have the time she does none of it instead.

Postpartum vitamins?

B, c, iron, thyroid meds, she’s on a bunch more.

Favorite snacks?

Beef sticks, cheese sticks. Carnivore diet babey I guess

Losing baby weight?

She has a hard time loosing weight, but she’s just focusing on eating healthy. Lots of protein (hence the beef sticks I suppose!)

The big question! How many kids do y’all want?

Joy and Austin has said 4 or 5 (!!!!!!) but they’re not sure. Joy doesn’t feel “done” yet, and she loves the baby phase.

[bogwitch-art]

B A S I C S

Name: Osiric Rivers (Kagon-Malqir, honorary Bayaqud)

Nicknames: Ossy, bumblebee, little bee

Age: 9 (and a half!!!!!!!!!! Very important >:3) as of Dawntrail

Nameday: 19th Sun of the 1st umbral moon

Race: Viera + Miqo'te mixed!

Gender: genderfluid (he/him mostly)

Orientation: Ace

Profession: professonal baby brother!

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: long and white and curly, very messy! Jai often has to brush out brambles when he's been outside playing

Eyes: one eye is pinkish-red, the other aqua blue

Skin: pale skin with white splotches from vitiligo, also white freckles

Tattoos/scars: light scarring on his wrists (from being grabbed onto in UT), several other minor scars from accidents during play (one on his lip, one on his eyebrow), also has scars from medical procedures, has faint blue facial markings

Other: Os is a tiny and sickly baby! He's often hooked up to IVs for medication or for fluids

F A M I L Y

Parents: Many! Os' birth mom is Julian's (Jai's dad's) sister, N'niki, his dad is Erenville (they shacked up as teenagers for a one off) Os was adopted by Julian and Lhuna, though, and they are Also his parents -- he also considers Khor's parents as his parents

Siblings: Several -- Khor and Jai's babies are all his little siblings, and he has a twin sister, Ophelia (Pheli)

Grandparents: Alaan of the Kagon, (Grandmother) Jhai of the Malqir (Grandfather), N'nyuchi (Grandmother) + Unnamed Nuhn grandfather, also Khor's grandparents

Children: his toys :3

In-laws and Other: n/a

Pets: adores animals -- his family has a ton. Os himself has a little puppy he calls Boof

S K I L L S

Abilities: Os is a little healer -- or learning to be one! He's an empath with a natural affinity for elementals and the fae

Hobbies: botany, drawing, playing, games!

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: he's a little sweetheart, with patience and grace especially for young children

Most Negative Trait: far too giving and empathetic

L I K E S

Colors: green! any green

Smells: flowers, the outdoors, baked goods, and sweets, and treats

Textures: soft, fluffy things!

Drinks: milky tea, hot chocolate!

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: nope

Drinks: allowed a sip or two of kumis!

Drugs: nope

Mount Issuance: has a toy chocobo he pretends to ride around -- also rides around on Jai's back >:3 -- or in Khor's wheelchair

Been Arrested: Not Yet (do not let Jai near anyone trying to)

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Tagging: anyone who reads this!