#partial breastfeeding

[wool-string]

[queenimmadolla]

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝

Summary: A glimpse into Eddie’s morning as a first time and young dad with his baby. Oh, and you’re there, too.

Warnings: allusions to sexy stuff, descriptions of breastfeeding (it’s natural—suck it up), and fluff.

a/n: pulled this one out of the vault for you guys, written last July. hope you like it!

Eddie’s up before you and surprised to see it’s light outside, a sight he hasn’t woken up to in the last couple of months. Two, to be exact.

  That’s when the two of you had brought Penny home.

  Eddie yawned, impressively loud before he slapped a hand over his mouth, gaze flickering to you but you were still asleep; on your stomach with your face partially hidden in your pillow. You’d successfully kicked the sheets off yourself in your sleep, leaving your legs bare and your top half covered with one of Eddie’s larger shirts. 

  One of your legs was bent at the knee and raised up near your elbow.

  God, you always looked so fucking delectable. All he’d have to do is rouse you with some kisses pressed to your neck, settle himself behind you, pull his boxers down and move your panties to the side and he could just—

  Eddie inhaled sharply, tearing his gaze away from your body before his blood could rush off to an area he didn’t have the time to acknowledge, as the very reason he couldn’t partake in his little fantasy cooed from her crib. 

  She’d been the result of a very similar event.

  He took a couple of moments to calm himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he promised, soon.

  Then he got out of bed, snagging a band t-shirt from the dresser as he walked to the crib on the other end of the room.

  Eddie yanked on the shirt—only briefly struggling with the arm holes—before he was peering into the crib, mouth breaking out in a megawatt grin.

  Penny was awake alright, big brown eyed stare focused on a sticker that had been plastered to the wall of his room long before she was even conceived. You’d swaddled her before putting her to bed last night, so she looked like an adorable, content burrito.

  Once she realized Eddie was hovering over her, the sticker lost her attention and those big beautiful eyes were on him, sparkling as her mouth parted in a gummy smile big enough to rival his own. 

  Daddy came to rescue her from confinement. 

  “Hi, baby, good morning!” Eddie cooed, trying his best to excitedly whisper so as to not disturb you, but he couldn’t help it. He was still so thrilled—and fucking terrified—to be a dad, to have that cute face peering up at him every morning and waiting for him when he got home from work. She always looked at him like he was the greatest thing to walk the earth, always so delighted to see her daddy.

  Even though she’d start crying for you the moment you came into view—but you had an advantage he lacked, you always had her food on you. Her walking meal ticket.

  And Eddie couldn’t even blame her, he was a huge fan of your boobs and he’d even bet he appreciated them more than Penny. 

  Eddie reached into the crib, tugging the tucked in corner of the blanket out and as the blanket around her loosened, Penny’s arms shot up near her head, her tiny body arching as she stretched for a comically long period of time. Eddie chuckled, using it to his advantage, he slipped an arm behind her back and head with the other supporting her bottom as he picked her up, pressing a kiss to her head (and giving her hair a secret little sniff to get a whiff of that baby scent of hers).

  “Did you sleep good, honey?” He cradled her in one arm, tucked close to his chest as he carried her out of the room to start on breakfast. 

  Penny obviously didn’t answer, head resting against his collarbone.

  “Heard you woke up mom last night—well, early this morning, I guess—with boobie demands.”

  Eddie pulled the fridge open, hovering in front of it as he debated on its contents before selecting the cartridge of eggs.

  He didn’t want to put Penny down, happy to have her curled up in his arms, so a simple breakfast would have to do. A pan was pulled out, so was a little bit of cooking oil and soon Eddie was breaking the eggs out of the shell—angling his body to the side so Penny wasn’t at risk of possible oil splash back—and letting them cook.

  “You like eggs?” Eddie asked, stepping a little ways from the stove as he hitched her higher on his chest and held the eggshells out for her to see.

  She kicked her legs, a roll covered arm shakily reaching out towards the shells but Eddie kept them out of her reach.

  “Uh-uh, no sticky fingers for you, young lady.”

  The shells were tossed in the trash can but Penny didn’t care, twisting her upper so her chest was pressed to his. She gripped his shirt loosely in her chunky fist as she leaned forward and mouthed at his shoulder, effectively soaking the area with her drool before she began to suckle.

  “Jesus, you act like we starve you.” Eddie chuckled, reaching for a recently washed pacifier to pop into her mouth.

  She seemed to prefer it over his shirt, doing a full body sigh once she was suckling on it, with her need partially sated (eddie knew he had about fifteen minutes to wrap up breakfast before she realized nothing was coming from it and would start crying), Penny went back to cuddling into his chest. 

  She was starting to be a little more active—not sleeping as much as she did this time last month but for the most part, her movements were still unstable. She had good neck control (you’d had to pin Eddie down to keep him from picking her up when she’d immediately cry upon being put down for tummy time), she liked to kick her legs like she was about to take off for a marathon, but she still couldn’t quite hold things for long (unless it was hair or fingers) and had yet to roll over without you cheating and nudging her the rest of the way.

  Speaking of making Penny do things…

  Eddie lost to his intrusive thought, rearranging his hold on Penny so he was gently grasping her sides as he placed her feet on the counter. Immediately, she popped down to squat before shooting up again. And then she did it once more, getting comfortable with using her legs.

  She didn’t even seem to wonder why Eddie was making her stand, she was more focused on staring intensely at her own feet.

  Then Eddie made her jump, lifted her up and down and up and down, and when that got her smiling wide enough for her pacifier to fall out of her mouth, Eddie moved onto the cabinets.

  “Go, baby, go!” He turned her on her side, miming the motions of her chunky legs running over the top cabinets like some baby ninja and laughing at how big her smile managed to keep getting, her big eyes squinting with it.

  “What are you doing to my baby?” You asked as you emerged from the bedroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

  “She’s gonna be the next Karate Ki—hello.”

  Eddie couldn’t help himself, dark gaze trailing over your figure as you stood there, hair a wreck, no pants, oversized t-shirt—ooh, and a leaking nipple. 

  Eddie’s favorite. Yum.

  You followed his gaze, scoffing at the dark stain growing over your left boob, hand pressing against it to stop it as if you were applying pressure to a wound.

  “It heard her,” You pouted, lip stuck out and wobbling at him as you referenced your body’s response to the sound of your baby. Crying, giggling, whimpering—didn’t matter, your milk ducts went into overdrive, aware that your baby was conscious and could need a feeding. Her baby noises were like a trigger sequence.

  Eddie lifted Penny to his face, pressing fervent kisses into the chub of her cheeks, “Score for you, babe!”

  You rolled your eyes, completely, utterly fond and smitten over the interaction. He briefly abandoned the kitchen to hand her to you after you’d made yourself comfortable on the couch, ready to fall to his knees in adoration.

  You pulled the shirt over your breast, and despite trying to place your nipple in her mouth for her, Penny struggled to find it, mouthing greedily at your boob, her little head turning this way and that way but always missing the peak. 

  “Girl, it’s right there.” You laughed. Penny gave it like four more seconds of trying before her whimpers kicked in and you hurriedly managed to get her to latch, stopping the outburst.

  And just like that, Penny was content, making satisfied little squeaks as she nursed and stared up at you, pretending like she hadn’t been moments away from screaming her lungs out.

  And Eddie was distracted, solely focused on the two of you and how he wanted to roll around on the carpet because the cuteness aggression was almost unbearable. If this was how he would be spending every work-free morning for the rest of his life, he was ready to convert to being a morning person.

  Especially if those big sparkly eyes and that gummy smile would be staring up at him. GOD-she was so stinking cute. He wanted to smother her in his affection, but she was growing annoyed with Eddie all up in her face and squishing the chub she was accumulating. She even cried if he faked chewed on her chunky cheeks for too long.

  “What’s that smell?” You asked, snapping him out of his love stupor as you sniffed loudly.

  “FUCK!” Eddie bolted back to the kitchen, smoke surrounding the pan and what had once been edible eggs, “Hey, honey, what’s your opinion on extra crispy eggs? You a risk taker?”

“The answer to that is hurting my nipple right now.”

“Valid. That was a very fun risk.”

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[xsublimelimex]

Her Sweet Girl

CW: Diaper play (including messing) & breastfeeding kink

Disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, click away now!

It’s sometime in the middle of the night when I’m woken up by my sweet baby girl tugging on my lacy camisole. “Let mommy help you baby” but right as I reach out to help her my boob pops out and she’s latched on. She moans in delight as she sucks on my hardened nipple.

“So yummy mommy.” She mumbles with my nipple still in her warm wet mouth. I smile at her and caress her face as she drinks. The feel of her warm slick tongue on my nipple feels like heaven so I just lay back and enjoy the feeling of my baby girl suckling her mommy’s tit.

She slides her leg between mine and slowly rubs her wet diaper against my bare thigh. Her tummy rumbles and she whines out softly a small fart leaving her. I lower my hand and crease her diaper between her ass cheeks. I just hold my hand there since I can tell she’s gonna need to poop real soon and I wanna feel her heavy load come out.

I’ll be surprised if her diaper even holds it since I haven’t changed her diaper in so long so it’s soggy and full of her piss.

Her suckling intensifies as she grunts. She pops off my nipple, “ouchie mommy I need to make pushies.” She looks at me with tears in her eyes and my heart just about breaks for my sweet girl. “Oh sweetheart I know your tummy hurts so keep making pushies as much as you can and I promise once you empty your bowels you’ll feel all better.” I attempt to soothe her.

She nods and nuzzles my breast, I bring my other hand around and press down softly in her extended belly. She whines but doesn’t protest. Soon she’s starts grunting and whining as she pushes. She farts loudly and hides her face further into me. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed baby now keep pushing till your poopy is all out.” I pick up my breast and slip my nipple into her mouth with she eagerly accepts with a bright red face.

She keeps pushing making loud noises but I feel nothing drop into her diaper. She pops off my nipple one more time and begs me, “Ouchie ouchie mommy it can’t come out I need helps pwease.” She has tears in her eyes and I feel so bad. I brush her hair back, “shh sweetie it’s okay mommy will help, I have just the thing.”

I reach into my bedside drawer in the dark and feel around for her suppositories. I slip my hand into the back of her soaked diaper and feel around till I meet her hole. I tease her little bum hole as I begin to push the suppository in, she whines and clenches closed. “Baby you need to relax your hole for mommy, you want to be able to make pushies don’t you?” I question her softly, the suppository only partially inside her. She whines nuzzles my boob and nods. “Then relax that pretty pink hole for mama.” She suckles faster milk spilling from the corners of her mouth. She loosens up and I’m finally able to slip the suppository inside.

“Good girl, mommy is so very proud of you sweet girl. You did such a good job opening up your hole for me. Now your little tummy should feel better in no time okay?” I praise her and softly tapping on her tight little ass hole. “Otay mama tank you.” She murmurs quietly whilst licking at my hard nipple. Her hole flutters open around my finger and I slip the tip of my finger inside her warm hole just as she farts around my finger.

“See Baby It’s working already. Keep letting loose like that and your poppies will come out in no time.” She nods and pops off my boob and leans her head back and stares at me with her beautiful sleepy eyes. “I tired mama but my princess parts feel wet did I potty on accident?” She tells me around her yawn. Sweet naive little girl.

“No sweetie that just means you’re excited that Mama has her finger inside your little ass hole. It’s perfectly normal to feel that way. How about mama gives her sweet girl cummies before she poops herself? How does that sound baby?” I ask but before she can respond my fingers are already sliding between her soaked folds. “Ah mommy please.” She begs her eye lids closing as her mouth gapes open in pleasure. My finger dips into her wet hole and she’s so wet it’s making the most lewd noise as I finger fuck her. My thumb strokes her clit and she screams, “please please mommy please I need to make cummies please.” I rub her clits faster, “cum now baby cum for mommy like the good little girl you are.” She moans so loud and her hole clenches around my two fingers as she cums. Her forehead scrunching up in pure pleasure.

She relaxes and her hole loosens around my fingers and I slip the out but cup her in my hand and hold it there, without me even saying anything she knows what I want. She grunts quietly and I feel her warm piss soak my palm. “Good girl cumming and pissing in mommy’s hand, such a good piss slut. Mommy is so proud.” She moans and nuzzles my breast. “Thank you mommy.” I slip my hand out and grab my breast with my piss soaked hand and stroke my nipple getting it hard again and lean it against her wet lips. “Open up for mommy baby” she opens ger mouth and immediately takes my nipple inside her mouth and her eyes flutter closed as she drinks her mommy’s milk. “Such a good girl.”

I press my hand against her diapered butt and hold it there, waiting to feel her unload in it. After a few minutes she takes one particularly hard suck and grunts loudly. Almost immediately I feel the back of her diaper extend with her big load. The stinky smell perfuming the air. “Such a good girl. Mommy is a happy you went poopie.” Her mouth slips off my nipple and she giggles and wiggles around till she’s straddling my lap. She bounces on my lap squishing her diaper all around. Her tiny tits bouncing with her. “I went poopies I went poppies in my diaper I went poopies and I need to go poppies again!!” She sings loudly with a big smile on her face. I can’t help but laugh along with her.

She’s so very beautiful and I’m so lucky to call her mine.

[eroselless]

PATO - FIVE

series masterlist | part 3 | part 4

[charles leclerc x reader, carlos sainz x reader]

warnings: pregnancy, angst, breastfeeding, spanish and google translated french

note: Yikes, the way I wrote charles is lowkey toxic, mb lol. This part reminded me of a picture i saw ages ago about how men and women deal with breakups, dudes moving on immediately and end up being sad after a few months and women being sad for a bit and then moving on after a few months. 

Anyways, shoutout to my baby sisters for being my main inspiration behind Lucero and for helping me figure out what babies do at 13 months lol I apologies in advance if some things don’t make sense, I tried my best to imitate the way they used to speak and use that for Lucero. 

Although not necessary, I listened to this playlist while I did all my writing and editing. It’s a nice bittersweet blend. If you guys wanna give it a listen, I think it would enhance the feelings in this part :)

We’re bouncing a little with the time jumps again but as always, they have the dates so its easier to track :) Happy reading!

MEXICO, OCTOBER 2024

Charles staggers into the hotel room, chest heaving as if he’s been sprinting miles without rest. His chest constricts,  each breath coming out in shallow puffs as he struggles to recompose himself. 

“Mon cœur?” he hears come from the bedroom and he no longer has it in him to hold back. Alexandra peeks out, eyes full of concern as she approaches the sobbing man. His face is buried in his hands and he would give anything to blend into the wall he’s leaning on. Guiding him to their room, she sits him down, slotting herself between his legs as he grips tight around her middle. His tears soak through her shirt as his body wracks with loud sobs. 

Frustration, anger, sadness – they all jumble together in his mind. Alexandra runs her fingers through his hair, murmuring comforts and feather light kisses into his hairline and waits for the sobs to soften before speaking. 

"Mon cœur, que s'est-il passé?" she asks, gently pushing his face away from her torso. My heart, what happened? She cradles his face as he looks up at her, silent tears staining his face. “That little girl we met today... she's my daughter. I didn’t know.” His voice is hoarse when he whispers, full of regret and guilt.

Alexandra’s eyes widen at the admission. “Charles, comment a-t-elle pu te cacher quelque chose comme ça? C'est... impardonnable," she says, her tinged with sympathy and indignation. How could she keep something like this from you? That's... unforgivable.

Charles shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut, a few tears still escaping down his cheeks. His sobs are fading in quiet hiccups as he slowly regains his breathing. “No, Alex. It’s not her fault. I’m the one who wasn’t there, it’s all my fault. I didn’t care enough, I left.”

She’s puzzled at his confession, lost in the depth of his sorrow. “What?”  

​​*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

MONACO, DECEMBER 2022

You’re lying partially on your side, arm draped over your bare chest as it rises and falls at a steady pace. He watches as you turn away, hair cascading over your back. The sheets are wrapped just over your middle, your upper body completely exposed to the air. The soft morning light filters through the room and Charles can’t help but think of the events last night.

He can still hear your voice as it echoes through the room, begging him not to stop. He can feel the crescent moons you’ve pressed into the thick muscles of his back. The ghost of your lips still lingers on his skin, like the stain of red lipstick on the collar of a white shirt. 

He leans over your sleeping figure, dragging his nose over your shoulder and pressing a ghost of a kiss there. It rouses you just enough to murmur a drowsy protest. “Don’t go,” you whisper and reach out for him, the tips of your fingers barely catching his skin. He is already on his feet. 

"I'll be back soon," he lies, slipping out before you can say anything else. He busies himself with mundane tasks, filling his day with errands that could be left for later. He thinks of you, all on your own, in your shared apartment waiting for him to come home. As you always did. He drives across the city, glancing at his phone as your messages roll in, swiping them away almost as quickly as they came. 

The truth was, being at home was proving to be increasingly difficult as time went on. His home with you, once a sanctuary, felt like a pressure cooker ready to pop. He loved you, doted on your every move but the constant fear of his career and unrelenting scrutiny of the public had slowly started to suffocate him. He couldn’t bear to break your heart and burden you with his overwhelming amount of feelings. What if he’d never be good enough for Ferrari, good enough for you? With every moment he spent away, he kept sinking into his own mind, choosing to ignore you and your attempts at breaking down his walls. He hated being away from you but he couldn’t help but pack you away into a corner of his mind, where he knew you’d be waiting for him, day in and day out. 

He comes home late that night, the guilt of having to face you gnawing at him. It's well after sunset and the night air is cool, the breeze turning icy. He walks through the door, expecting the lights to be off but is surprised to see you leaning over the sink, rinsing off dishes. 

Your face lights up when you see him, a tender smile he knows is only for him.

“Cha, you’re back,” you exclaim, turning to face the counter closest to the wall. You pick up a plate, filled generously with a meal that he could tell you spent a great deal of effort on. It’s gone cold in his absence. 

He only gives you a small smile, pressing a light kiss to your temple. He can’t help but feel a little surprised at your good mood. But he can’t bring himself to match the enthusiasm you carry in your voice.“I’m not really hungry,” he mutters, eyes not meeting yours. “I think I’ll just shower and head to bed.”

Your smile falters as he moves towards your bedroom, hurt flickering across your face. “But.. I made this for you. You’ve been out all day, I thought we could eat together.” 

He forces a smile, trying to appease you and end the conversation quickly. “I appreciate it amour, really. I’m just really tired.”

He can feel your eyes on him as he turns away, heavy with unspoken words. If he knew then what he knows now, he would've stood in that room and held you close. He would’ve tried harder to keep you by his side. He would’ve told you that he loved you. But he didn’t. 

She’ll come back, it’s okay, his thoughts echo while he stares at the door as you run into the night. You’re his rock, his anchor. His home. Weeks trickle by slowly and he can feel you slip away as more time goes by. He eventually stops thinking that he can hear your keys jingle in the lock at the front door. Your scent no longer clings to the bedsheets and the lush scented detergent you would buy gradually runs out. He slowly begins placing your things in boxes and taking them into storage where he hopes one day you’ll come to get them. Soon enough, he erases you from the apartment completely and it's as if you were never even there.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Charles shakes his head, his breath hitching. “I would do that often when I was home. I would lavish her with affection, trying to make sure she knew that I loved her with my whole being but…” he stops, pressing shaky fingers to his lips as if his breath is completely depleted. “I would find reasons to leave, seeking comfort in anything that wouldn’t make me think of what I was feeling inside.”

"Why?" Alexandra asks softly, her hand gently stroking his back. 

"I was scared," he admitted. "Scared of losing her, of not being enough. I thought keeping my distance, both physically and emotionally, would protect the both of us, but it only drove her away."

Alexandra's heart aches for him as he confesses. She knows Charles loves her but as his emotions spill out before her, she can’t help but feel like the other woman. She feels guilty as this new feeling is born and grows quickly. He’s confiding in her and the only thing she can think of are the doubts beginning to spiral in her mind. Trying to mask her discomfort she wraps her arms around him, his body relaxing against her as his breath gets smoother. 

"You did what you thought was best, Charles. You made mistakes, yes, but now you’ve learned and can move to find a better way forward," she says as her hand rubs up and down his back. 

Charles shakes his head. "I was selfish, Alex. I was so focused on my fears that I ignored her needs. I wanted to build a life together, to have a family. I pushed her away, and now... now I have a daughter I've never met."

Alex swallows hard as tears begin to bead in her eyes. She tries not to think too much about what he’s saying. She tries not to think about how this could make or break them. Would he still want to build something with me? Have the family he’s always wanted with me? 

“But you're here now and that’s all that matters. It’s not going to be easy but you can still be part of Lucero’s life and maybe, in time find a way to make amends.” She meets his gaze once again. The whites of his eyes are now red, only making the green around his iris look more brilliant than it did before. “Thank you, mon amour. For being here, for listening. I don’t deserve you.” 

She gives him a small smile, pushing away the feelings of insecurity that are now growing in the back of her mind. “Nous allons nous en sortir. Juste… ne m'exclut pas, d'accord ? Je ne peux pas t'aider si tu ne me laisses pas entrer.” We’ll get through this. Just… don’t shut me out, okay? I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.

“Je promets,” he nods, pulling her into his arms again. I promise. 

Charles is exhausted as he lays in her arms later that night, face pressed into her chest, snug against her heart. Alexandra lies awake in the darkness, the thought of you overtaking her mind. Her hands tenderly brush over Charles’s hair, his deep breaths tickling her skin slightly. There will always be a part of him that belonged to you. And it makes her wonder, with Lucero and you beginning to take your places in his heart, would there still be room for her? 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The sun gently peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You stir from your sleep, eyes heavy as you turn to the sound of Lucero’s cries. You begin to pull yourself up, pushing the sheets off of you. You hear a string of tsks next to you, Carlos gently pulling you back to bed.

“Tu quedate aqui,” he says quietly, his voice rough. “Yo voy por ella.” You stay here, I’ll get her.

You mumble a slurred ok, nodding with eyes still very heavy as you settle back down. Eyes still puffy with sleep, you settle on now propped-up pillows. Pulling at the straps of your sleep shirt, you slip the top off. You watch hazily as Carlos moves to Lucero’s makeshift crib, his steps quiet and measured. He coos at her and you can see her little hands reach out for him, legs kicking in frustration. “Buenos días, mi patito,” he says, cradling her close. “Ya vamos con la mamí, no te preocupes.” Good morning, my duckling. We're going with mummy, don’t worry. It makes your heart flutter as he stares at her with his gentle eyes, pressing a kiss to her hand as it goes to poke at his chin. 

He makes his way back to the bed, watching as you adjust yourself in your spot. Lucero babbles, her initial upset fading into a groggy murmur as she nestles into the crook of Carlos’s neck. Her thumb catches on her lip as she tries to suck on it.

Carlos chuckles as he watches her latch onto it, gently pulling it from her mouth. “No, señora,” he says teasingly. No, ma'am. “No thumb-sucking, little miss.” His gaze is warm as he hands her to you. 

The room fills with a peaceful silence as Lucero latches on, her small body relaxing in her mother’s arms. She holds on tightly, almost insatiable as she feeds. Carlos climbs back into bed, propping himself up on one elbow. His gaze is fixed on the two of you, eyes soft as he sees how devoted you’ve become to your little one, the love and connection strong between you. 

He can’t help but feel a sense of awe as he continues to watch you. He can’t help but admire how far you’ve come, the bond between you and Lucero beautiful and pure. The feeling of protectiveness and devotion to the two of you grows every day. He catches him thinking of the babe as his own, his daughter. She meant everything to him and he can’t bear to even imagine his life without her in it. Yet, he knew that Charles had a right to be a part of her life too, no matter how much it hurt to have to share that role. It's a thought that fills him with warmth but follows with a pang of bittersweet reality. 

With Lucero’s cries ceased, you gaze down at her. You're engrossed with how peaceful she looks, her little nose pressing into the flesh of your breast, little hands holding you as close as she can. Her eyes are beginning to droop again as her tummy fills up. She sighs in her stupor, pausing briefly before continuing.

You can feel Carlos’s gaze on you. He looks at you in adoration, fingers ghosting over Lucero’s chubby legs. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, sitting up as he does. Taking a deep breath, he breaks the silence. “Do you wanna talk about last night?” he asks gently. “And what comes next?” 

The question hangs in the air briefly, heavy with the weight of this new reality. You take a deep breath, mind coursing with different thoughts and emotions. “Not really, no.” You confess with a dry chuckle. If you could stay in this moment, just the three of you, you would without a second thought. “But we need to.”

He takes another deep breath, nodding. His expression is thoughtful as he threads his fingers through yours, bringing your hand up to his lips. “I know,” he says quietly. “I was thinking… If we’re going to do this, maybe we should also think about involving Alexandra.”

You blink in surprise, your eyebrows furrowing. “Alexandra?” you repeat, voice uncertain. 

Carlos nods, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah,” he says slowly. “I know its complicated, but she’s a part of Charles’s life. If he’s going to be in Lucero’s life, she might be too.” 

Your expression is still a puzzled one as you respond. “I hadn’t thought about that,” You admit. “Do you think it's a good idea?”

Carlos sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know,” he says honestly. “But I think we should at least be open to it. Lucero deserves to know everyone who loves her. And I’m here, i know it’s not the same but I feel that because of that, she should be there too. We can’t ignore that.”

Your heart aches slightly at the thought, fear and hope swirling in your chest. “I’m scared, Carlos,” you say, voice beginning to tremble. “I don’t want to make things harder for her.” 

Carlos leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I know,” he whispers, eyes trained on her little figure, still sucking away. “But we need to think about what’s best for her in the long run. We’ll take it slow and be there for her every step of the way.”

Your eyes begin to fill with tears, your grip on Lucero tightening slightly. “What if it doesn’t work out? What if it hurts her?”

Carlos’s eyes soften, and he cups your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. “We’ll do everything we can to make sure she’s okay,” he says firmly. “We’ll protect her. But we can’t shield her from everything. She deserves the chance to know her family, even if it’s complicated.”

You nod slowly, heart heavy with the weight of the decision. “Okay,” you say softly. “We’ll try. But we have to be careful. We have to make sure it’s what’s best for her.”

Carlos smiles, his eyes filled with love and pride. “We will,” he promises. He presses his forehead to yours.“We’ll figure it out together.”

Lucero had finished feeding, her eyes now drifting closed as she snuggles against your chest.  You look down at her daughter, feeling a swell of emotion as you cradle her closer. Her jaw trembles slightly, a sign she was tired once again. “I just want her to be happy,” you whisper, voice breaking slightly.

Carlos wraps his arm around you, pulling the two of you close. “She will be,” he says gently. “She has you. And she has me. And now, she has a chance to know her father too.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

BRAZIL, NOVEMBER 2024

The sun is high over Sao Paolo when you arrive to the paddock. The air is electric with excitement, spectators slowly filling up the stands around the track. Their conversations create a gentle buzz that echoes above the garages. 

Carlos makes his way into the paddock, smiling at photographers and journalists as they wait for his entrance. They don’t miss the small body he holds in his arms and the woman that trails closely behind him, fingers intertwined with his. 

Your eyes scan meet the people waiting for you to enter, a delicate smile gracing your lips. Once in the Ferrari garage, you take release a breath, one you didn’t know you’d been holding back. 

“Are you sure this was a good idea?” you ask Carlos as you’re settled in the back of the garage. A sudden wave of nerves washes over you as you can see a couple photographers clicking away around the garage. “Bringing her here?”

Carlos leans on one of the tables with you, nodding, fingers gently brushing over her wispy tufts of brown hair. “She seems to like it,” he points out as she squeals happily, pulling at the wire that connects to the big headphones Fred passed to her as you entered. “Besides, it’s good for her to see where Charles and I spend so much time.”

You smile, the concern still evident in your eyes. “I just don’t want her to feel overwhelmed.”

“She’s tougher than she looks,” Carlos says, fingers going to lovingly pinch at your arm. You know he’s referring to her but the look on his eyes makes you think he might mean you too. 

Lucero spots the red car being worked on and babbles excitedly as she sees the garage technicians checking around the car. 

“Cah-loh!” she exclaims, her voice a mix of wonder and determination. “Sí, Lu, un carro,” you correct gently. Yes, Lu, a car. Her attempt at say carro was endearing, the R sound still elusive for her baby tongue. Car. “Es rojo. Puedes decir, rojo?” she claps her hands, ignoring your request. Its red. can you say red? 

Carlos chuckles, leaning down to kiss her head. “Lolo’s going to drive el carro rojo, mi amor.” he says to her, pointing to himself and adding a soft vroom as he begins to imitate a car with his hand. He makes almost a flying motion with his hand in front of you before gently whooshing it towards the bubbly baby, tickling her tummy. She giggles, managing to grap his hands and pulls at his fingers. She holds them up to her face, a soft gargle of buh buh buh falling from her lips.

Lucero catches the eye of Charles as he makes his way into the garage, his eyes lighting up as he approaches you. He’s wearing those god-awful bleached jeans again, the odd stripes something you always teased him about. You just don’t see the art yet, he’d often say.

He gives Carlos a side hug before hesitantly leaning over you and wrapping his arms around you. It sends a wave of nerves through the both of you. He lets go quickly before he can think much of it and crouches slightly to meet Lucero’s eyes. 

“Bonjour, ma petite amour,” His voice is soft as he speaks to her. Hello, my little love. There’s an eager smile on his face, one that masks the nerves that were bubbling just beneath the surface. It’s one you recognize. 

Lucero looks at Charles, suddenly clampering into your arms, tucking her face into your neck. Charles’s heart clenches at the sight. “Muñeca, dile hola a Cha,” you say, his nickname rolling off your tongue with ease. Doll, say hi to Cha. 

You poke gently her little tummy, pulling her attention to her father. He smiles at her as she peeks out from behind your hair. You guide her hand gently towards Charles and she meets him in the halfway, her little fingers wrapping around his. “She’ll warm up,” you reassure. “It’s a lot for her, all these new faces and places.”

Charles nods, a slight flutter of uncertainty vibrating through his chest. “I understand,” he says. “I’m just happy to see her.”

Carlos observes the exchange, emotions swirling in his chest. He can’t help the protectiveness and understanding that bubble up as he sees this. He moves away from the table only to have Lucero reach her arms out for him. 

“Vienes conmigo, estrellita?” he asks as she pulls away from you and Charles, oblivious to the emotions of the adults around her. Are you coming with me, little star? She points excitedly at the car again, prompting Carlos to get near it. Buh buh buh she tries quietly.

“Bah bah,” she finally manages, voice loud as she proceeds to bury her face into Carlos’s shirt. He lets out a giggle as she does so. “Baba, bluum.” he looks at her with wide eyes, bouncing her in his arms. He glances over at you, jaw slack as he identifies what she’s trying to say. 

Charles’s smile falters momentarily. She means papa, he thinks. He masks his broken-heartedness quickly and turns to you. “She seems to really like the cars.” He comments, trying to keep his otne light.

“She does,” you say, glancing between the two men. “Maybe she’ll be a driver someday, like her father.”

“Maybe,” Charles says, his voice sounding like it’s far away. The word father hangs in the air, shrouded in a veil and he’s not sure if you mean Carlos or him. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Unraveling the Ferrari Enigma: Carlos Sainz Arrives with Mystery Woman and Baby, Spotted Again with Charles Leclerc at Brazilian GP

In an unexpected twist at the Mexican Grand Prix, Ferrari driver Carlos Sainz was seen arriving hand-in-hand with a mystery woman and a baby, sparking widespread speculation and intrigue within the F1 community. The woman, identified by sharp-eyed fans as Y/N L/N, the elusive former girlfriend of Sainz’s teammate, Charles Leclerc, has rarely been seen publicly, adding to the mystique surrounding this revelation.

Y/N L/N, who maintained a low profile throughout her relationship with Leclerc, has remained a figure of intrigue among fans and the media. Leclerc, known for his privacy regarding personal matters, never publicly acknowledged L/N, making this unexpected appearance alongside Sainz and the child even more startling.

Adding to the speculation, L/N and the baby—whose identiy remains undisclosed—made a second appearance at the Brazilian Grand Prix, further capturing the attention of the F1 world. Observers noted that not only were L/N and the child seen with Sainz, but they were also frequently spotted around Leclerc, intensifying curiosity about the current dynamics within the Ferrari team.

The repeated public appearances of L/N and the child have ignited a flurry of questions regarding their connection to Sainz and Leclerc, and what this means for the Ferrari drivers off the track. Could this development cause tension between Sainz and Leclerc? With the high stakes of the racing season and the close-knit nature of the F1 community, the unexpected appearance of L/N and the baby has undoubtedly raised eyebrows and sparked numerous questions.

a/n: Hi friends! If you’ve gotten this far, thank you so much for reading! Any feedback, reblogs and likes are appreciated, they seriously keep me so motivated <3

What do you guys think about this little news item? I enjoyed coming up with the one I made back in part 2, I thought why not make one for this part? Should I keep adding them in every now and then?

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[jymwahuwu]

I have a hc that Avgins tend to have a lot of kids partially due most of them are not making it to adulthood so to preserve survival of their race, partially due their faith in Gaiathra Triclops.

Aventurine being blessed by Mother Goddess is not just having great luck, he is also very fertile.

Imagine terrified darling is birthing not just one kid, but like triplets or quadruplets. Struggling to feed them with her breasts, she barely has enough milk for them all, trying to feed two at once while others are fussing in their cribs. Aventurine would totally want to have a taste of milk too from time to time.

Aventurine and darling end up with like 10 little ones in just 3 years, he would be elated for sure.

I said before that it would be too exaggerated to write about 10+ babies>< But in this case… Hmm, it seems to make sense?

Aventurine mentioned that he never lost. So since this is his wish, the first time it might be triplets, and the second time it might be quadruplets…

Your pregnant belly is much swollen than usual. In panic, Aventurine accompanied you to the hospital. The doctor told you it was triplets…

Aventurine:

You: ?????? 🥹 Three babies?????

You sob, shed tears, dab at tissues. Aventurine gently coaxes you, saying he's going to buy a bigger house!! A bigger villa and a family camping spaceship too (you: "What the hell is this?"). He felt really excited and happy, holding back a laugh because you weren't too pleased with it. He knows he can build a happy family now and make up for his regrets.

And breastfeeding! I just searched and learned that if you give birth to triplets and quadruplets, breast milk will still be enough to feed you, because the more babies there are, the more breast milk will be produced. But the order is indeed a problem. Two babies are already lying on your chest to drink milk, and there are a few more in the stroller…Aventurine is playing with them and coaxing them. He took a lot of leave from IPC.

[aegonification]

Good Boy

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝙰𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝙸 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎.

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠：𝟷𝟾+ 𝚊𝚞, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚢, 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍!𝙰𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗/𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎

𝐴𝑁： 𝙲𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎; 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 (𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜) -- 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 ♡︎

Hours into the night and your husband Aegon was already fast asleep on his side of the bed, tuckered out from his long day of…well, whatever it was that Aegon did to occupy his time while you took care of the twins. You had put the children to sleep, and it was finally your turn for some well-deserved rest. 

As you said goodnight to the guards, you closed the doors to your bedroom and changed into your nightgown, blowing out a few of the candles on your way to the bed but leaving some lit in case you must tend to the babies in the middle of the night. 

You gently sat down on your side of the queen-sized mattress, sighing deeply, extending your toes and moving your feet around as they dangled off the bed, sitting straight up to relieve the pressure from your chest. You had your twins almost two years ago, and even after weaning them off breastfeeding, you still experienced discomfort from time to time, eating herbs daily to remedy it.

There wasn’t a day you didn’t want to be a mother or wife, but if anyone were to say that being those things wasn’t extremely exhausting, they were a liar.

It didn’t matter, though, how tiring it was. You were happy with your little family, you and the three boys who you loved most in the whole world. You lift your legs and slide in under the sheets next to Aegon. He breathed deeply, laying on his stomach facing you with his arm resting by your pillow. 

You studied his exquisite features, listening to his light snores and giggling silently at him as your fingers brushed some of the wavy, white strands of hair off his eyes carefully. Part of you didn’t want to wake him, but the other wished he was awake so that you could kiss him and feel his strong hands all over your body.

It was late anyhow, and your eyelids were steadily trying to close. You kissed softly on the back of his hand, snuggling up closer to him as you laid your head down, admiring your beautiful husband until you drifted off to sleep.

It had only to be an hour or two since you dozed off when suddenly you faintly hear your name, but it’s mumbled and hoarse. The frame creaks, sheets shuffling, and Aegon turns his body aggressively, rocking the bed. Attempting to ignore it, still partially asleep, you keep your eyes closed and hope to be fully back under the sandman’s spell in no time.

“Don’t…please…” The barely audible words proceed another turn from Aegon, shaking you fully awake. 

Your eyes began fluttering open as Aegon groaned, shifting again and muttering incoherently under his breath. It triggered your protective instincts, and you rubbed the blurry film from your eyes, sitting up and turning to look at him. 

The beautiful boy fitfully stirred and turned on his back, facing the window; his legs falling hard onto the bedding as his fingers twitched at his sides. Aegon settled into the spot and relaxed his body, exhaling loudly. 

Your concern lessened as Aegon stilled, his expression appearing to be painted with contentment, putting you somewhat at ease. Perhaps he was having difficulty getting comfortable tonight, especially with the weather warming, you thought.

As you’re about to lay back down, Aegon grumbled, jerking his head from left to right and fisting the sheets. 

“No…” Aegon whispered, breathing your name once again. “Please, don’t.”

Confusion struck, and you swiftly slid closer to him, placing your hand gently on his chest. Aegon whimpered, brows furrowing as he grunted, huffing shakily and twisting his head as though he was trying to escape something.

“Aegon, my love.” You whispered sweetly as you tried to wake him but to no avail.

“Stop, stop…” He begged, eyes closed tight as he began hyperventilating, sadness washing over his face. “No…no…”

Now, you’re scared for him; what could he possibly dream about?

“Aegon, wake up. You’re dreaming, my love. Aegon!” You shoved his chest repeatedly, praying to the gods he'd open his eyes soon and escape the horror he was imagining.

His legs shuffled under the sheets, and a heartbreaking sob fell from his mouth, tearing you up inside. “Aegon, wake up, please! My dear husband, open your eyes!”

Aegon gasped as his eyes snapped open, jumping awake at the sound of your trembling voice. His eyes were red and wet, and a single tear fell from the corner of his eye as he stared at you in shock, not blinking until he spoke.

“(Y/N)?” His voice cracked, and a small glimmer of relief came over him while gazing at you, breathing heavily as his heart pounded. 

“Yes, Aegon. I’m here, see?”

He glanced around the room before he met your eyes again. Shaking his hanging head, Aegon’s composure broke. He started crying quietly, and immediately, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a close embrace.

“Hey, everything’s okay. You’re okay, my love. I’m here…I’m here.” You reassured him, kissing the top of his head, then pressed your cheek to it. 

He held onto your arm folded over his chest, sobbing into your sleeve as you rubbed his back in a calm, soothing circle. You could hear your heart beating fast against your chest, worry sprawled across your face. Aegon was distraught, and his reaction to this dream frightened you. You’d never seen him like this.

He inhaled and exhaled shakily, his body somewhat relaxing in your arms as the tears stopped shedding. Aegon raised his head, choppy hair dripping over his face as he looked at you, eyes puffy and low. 

“Hello darling,” you cooed, cupping his jaw in your hand and lightly wiping your thumb over his damp cheek.  

Sniffling, he grinned weakly and leaned into your caress, kissing the bottom of your palm. You were hesitant to ask, but you needed to know what upset him that abundantly during his slumber, but Aegon was proud at times when he was embarrassed, and you expected resistance.

“Shall I have some wine brought up?” You asked.

Aegon nodded, releasing your arm before you climbed off the bed, your bare feet taking you across the room to the doors in haste. You pulled them open and whispered to guards to fetch your ladies. Ruby and Lorraine arrived shortly after that.

“Ladies, I need you to please bring us up some arbor red, a full bottle.” You said in an undertone, speaking rapidly because you were unsettled. “Also, bring up some sweet biscuits Aegon likes, the toffee ones. Thank you.”

The ladies bow without a word and exit the room. You ordered the guards to let them in as soon as they came back before shutting the doors. Turning around, your study fell to Aegon, who now sat on the edge of the bed, uncovered feet touching the floor with his face in his hands.

His body was trembling, and your heart ached for him. Water pooled in your eyes, your hand loosely clutching your throat as your chest tightened. It was a wife’s job to be strong for her husband when he needed it, and Aegon needed you now.

You walked back over and kneeled on the cold floor in front of him, laying a gentle hand on his knee. 

“Aegon, darling, tell me what happened.” You begged, desperate to help.

He lifted his head, the glass windows into his wounded soul reddened and dark, and you craved to make it better, to take away his pain. Aegon shook his head in refusal and averted his gaze from yours, his delicate features straining as if he was holding back from bursting into tears again. 

“My love, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” You urged, staring at him closely, wishing he’d face his troubles.

If it wasn’t his responsibility Aegon was running from, it was his emotions. You were the first person he truly opened up to, but there were even times he would resist your pure charm. He was attempting to do so now by avoiding your lovely glare, knowing he’d succumb to your beauty.

Aegon scoffed and sharply stood to his feet; the cream-colored sheets that encased him dripped to the floor. He waltzed over to the large, stained glass windows that led to the balcony, posing there fully nude with his arms crossed over his chest. It’s impossible for you not to admire his stocky build and pale ass.

But gods, if he wasn’t an adult baby at times. Sulky and stubborn was Aegon Targaryen, but luckily you kept a few tricks up your sleeve to coax him into submission when the simple ones didn’t work. 

Skipping over to him on the balls of your feet, you curled your arms around him and stood at his backside, hands roaming over his stiff gut and earning a stifled moan from his lips. 

“Talk to me.” You whispered, running your fingertips lightly on the sensitive skin above his cock, you teased him purposefully, kissing along the muscles in his back, and he groaned roughly, biting his lower lip. “Tell me the truth. What do you dream of?”

“It wasn’t a dream, only my worst nightmare.” Finally, hearing his honeyed tone made your heart skip as his tongue confessed. “It felt…real, as real as you and I here now.”

“Occasionally, your subconscious can seem like reality when you sleep too deeply.” You replied, noticing when his muscle tension alleviated, and he melted under your lustful touch and soft kisses.

“It was truly my fears that came to life.” His stocky hands lower and cover yours, the warmth radiating from his palms stinging your skin, his golden-scaled ring pinching your knuckle.

“Aegon…you can confide in me. You know that to be true. What fears haunt you?” 

Your embrace tightened slightly, pressing the side of your face to his back and holding him as close as you could without causing yourself pain. Didn’t he understand how worried you were about him, how devastated you were that he was in distress? Eyes closed as if you were trying to hug the sense into him.

“It was…us—if we weren’t living in King’s Landing, like how we’ve talked about numerous times in bed.” He blurted out, blankly staring out the transparent pane, “We were somewhere in Essos, a house off the mainland. The boys were two years older, and we had one on the way.”

A smile spread on your lips, pleased he couldn’t see how excited you were about having another one of his children as he mentioned it.

“We weren’t happy. You…hated me, completely despised me, and I couldn’t mend it.” His flat voice splintered, and your eyes shot open. “Anything I tried only upset you further.”

Instinctually, you remain glued to him, a horrible feeling bubbling in your gut about where this story is headed. This wasn’t the first time Aegon’s past had come to haunt him in your marriage, but it didn’t lessen the blow for you or him.

“It was a summer day, and the boys and I played outside. You stormed out of the house and yelled for the boys to come with you, carrying bags of clothing and gold. When I asked what was going on, you told me you and the boys were leaving.”

“Aegon-”

“I pleaded for you to go back inside, for us to discuss it, but you screamed that you couldn’t take it anymore and wouldn’t spend another second with me.” He continued, forcing out the choked words as tears flooded his eyes. “You told me that you and the boys deserved better than me.”

He was talking fast, gasping as though he was running out of air, liquid gliding down his cheeks from his pupils, and his body tensed as the nightmare replayed in his head. Aegon was experiencing a panic attack from the nightmare. Unsticking yourself from him, you sweep around his figure and cup his face in your hands, compelling him to look directly at you.

“Aegon, listen—my love, take a deep breath.” You inhaled and exhaled dramatically, repeating this until Aegon mimicked your actions, sniveling as he worked to control his erratic breathing. “It wasn’t real, you hear me?”

In Aegon’s mind, you were in love with him temporarily. He wasn’t good enough, and you would eventually leave him, take the boys and disappear forever. A part of you flamed with anger, knowing Aegon’s insecurities stemmed from the first woman in his life he trusted and hurt him. 

He took one last deep breath and swallowed hard, seeing your reflection in his glossy wide eyes, and a final tear slipped down the side of his nose and his lips to his chin, and you couldn’t help but admire how beautifully human he was—how vulnerable. 

“None of it was real, Aegon. I love you more than life; you mean everything to me.” The words burst from you earnestly, wishing you could rip your heart out and give it to him if only to prove that he owned it. 

“I don’t want to disappoint you, (y/n). If you hated me, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” 

“You are a good husband and father, Aegon. You acted out in the past because you were neglected, but I will not fail you. I swear it. I married you because I dream of spending forever with you.”

The silence in the room grew louder by the second as Aegon processed your heartfelt sentiment, unsure of how to respond. You, however, had more to say while he swallowed your truth.

“Whatever doubts you have, let them go for the sake of our love. I swore before the gods to be by your side through the good and bad, and that’s exactly where I intend to stay.”

This made Aegon’s cheeks flush crimson and lift to his eyes, a loving grin curling on his pouty lips. Time stands still, and it’s just the two of you in your bubble, and you both become intoxicated by each other’s presence.

Aegon was a sensitive man, evident from the moment you met him, and in discovering that, it became clear that you would fall madly in love with him. It was no surprise when you became pregnant with twins only a month into your union; the two of you couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves.

“I love you, Aegon Targaryen.”

With that, his hands flew to your waist and pulled you closer to his bare form, sweeping your lips up with his and devouring your mouth with heavy possession, a kiss that ignited flames under your skin and pushed your moans into his mouth.

His fingertips slipped further back to the top of your ass, squeezing with a bruising grip that excited you more, your hands leaving his face and tangling into the hairs at the nape of his neck to deepen the lustful kiss, tasting his salty tears.

Soon Aegon broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to yours, breathing in your air as he gingerly rubbed noses with you. 

“I love you, (y/n) (l/n), and I miss you.” His shallow, lusting eyes peered into yours, and you realized that it had been quite some time since the two of you had an intimate moment alone like this. 

Since the twins came, you’ve been more preoccupied with tending to them, but your husband was a needy boy that required your attention, too, and it was easy to forget. Most of the time, when you came to bed, like tonight, Aegon would already be asleep and vice versa. 

It was essential for the two of you to dote on one another, now more than ever.

“Mayhaps I will have Ruby take care of the boys more. She’s practically another version of me. Then the time we desire alone could occur frequently.” You purred, kindly tucking a stray wavy lock of hair behind his ear, your hand falling to his collarbone and tracing delicate patterns with your fingertip.

“But our sons need you most….”

“All three of my boys need me, and I will take care of all of you, no matter what.”

“Mmm…” He growled in his throat, the uncontrollable hunger for you shooting through Aegon like the first night he made love to you, wanting to rip your silk, pink nightgown to shreds and fuck you on the balcony, so the entire of King’s Landing knew you were his.

He lowered his chin and pressed his lips to yours, savoring the taste for a minute or two, only to begin devouring you, massaging your tongues together, and fucking your mouth. It made you dizzy, lightheaded, and weak in the knees. Aegon knew it, too, hearing and feeling the vibrations of your choked whimpers.

When he stops this time, it’s not to say anything, only to look into your eyes with an intense animalistic glare, and it stirred an ache in your belly, thighs pressing together when Aegon licked his lips as if you were a delicious treat he had to sink his teeth into.

Eagerly, he dipped his head into your neck, kissing your smooth skin feverishly, inhaling and tasting your fragrance of milk and honey as his tongue ran along your throat. You tilted your neck, gasping from the sudden intimacy as your eyes fluttered, gripping him tightly and knotting your fingers in his curls.

You needed Aegon—it had been a long time since you both made love the way you used to. With all the healing and soreness you’d been dealing with since giving birth, you’ve both had to do your best to decrease your sexual appetites. For the past few months, you’ve both been easing into it at an incredibly slow pace, but it was not without difficulty.

Right now is a prime example because Aegon wasn’t working on his gentleness in the slightest, and whenever you heard him growl, it rocked your gut; the familiar language that meant he was set on putting a baby in you, and truthfully, you wanted him to.

He licked and sucked your collarbone, his hands traveling lower, fondling your ass roughly in his palms and holding you closer to him as he ground his hips against you, brushing his heavy semi-erection on your inner thigh. The thin layer of fabric draping your body drove him nuts all night, his cock growing harder as he pictured your soft curves underneath.

“Aegon…” Your rasped breathing doesn’t halt him, and now he’s biting you…fuck. He subconsciously pushed your body closer and squeezed your chest hard to him, and you cried out in pain, sucking air through your teeth as your muscles tensed. “Ouch! Wait-”

He quickly released you, taking a giant step backward but holding onto your hands.

“What? What did I do?” His expression, riddled with worry, glanced up and down your figure, looking for an injury.

“It’s fine. You squished me a bit too tight, is all. I wasn’t expecting us to get this…heated.” You admitted, flicking your eyes around the room. “My breasts have been sore for most of the day. Not sure why.”

He snatched your chin between his digits, sternly making eye contact, and you swallowed hard. 

“You’ve been in pain, and you allowed me to bitch and moan about a stupid dream?!” Aegon barked, putting on his fearsome “King” voice, but unfortunately, it didn’t affect you at all, holding back from rolling your eyes at him.

“It wasn’t stupid to you.” His demeanor inadvertently simmered down, petting your chin affectionately with his thumb, “Besides, I’ve managed with my affliction all day.”

“…Did you take your herbs today?” He inquired concerningly, to which you nodded in awe. “Have you been producing and leaking?”

“No spotting for about three days now, and if I dried up, why would they hurt a few days later?” Confusion spread from your face to Aegon’s, the mystery of your pain troubling him significantly since you patiently eased his minutes ago.

“Let me look at them.” His sultry, firm tone turned you on immensely and let you know his request wasn’t up for debate. 

Straightening your back, you observed him untie the knotted string to your nightgown, his shadowy eyes radiating carnality when they met yours. When the string came loose, your nightgown trickled open. Aegon used his fingers and further pushed the velvety covering from your chest. 

You were a vision, true beauty at its finest, and Aegon couldn’t spot a single visible flaw on you, not on your chest or the rest of your naked body. You were absolute perfection, as always. His mouth watered as he gazed over your brazenly exposed plump breasts, doing his best to keep from ravaging you again.

“They look delectable as always, my love.” You stood still as Aegon cupped one of your tits tenderly, rubbing his thumb over your perky nipple, and you flinched somewhat, his warm touch soothing the skin in a way that burned considerably, but you reveled in. “Shall I help to ease the pain?”

“How?” Your eyebrow raised, catching the devilish smirk curling on his lips, exposing his sharp canines. 

“With my mouth.”

The words fell sharply from his lips with zero hesitation, baring his teeth as he smiled wickedly, flicking his eyes up to see your stunning reaction before his gaze returned to your rosy breasts.

“It’s not as if I haven’t done it before.”

Your mind recalled the memory he mentioned when your breasts had suddenly swelled with milk in the middle of the night, and the babies were sleeping. There was nothing for you to do except cry from the pain until the babies woke for a feeding, but Aegon quickly offered to suck the milk from your breasts, releasing your burdening agony.

It turned you both on significantly, but it sparked a new fetish in Aegon. You were never in such torment a second time, and he never asked, but he wished to do it all the time. Now the opportunity has arisen, and he was deliciously anxious to help. 

“If I agree, will helping me make you feel better?” You questioned, and Aegon nodded in response, self-consciously aware of how fast he did.

Giggling under your breath, you pulled your husband’s hand and led him back to the bed. Aegon looked vacantly at you, crawling up to the pillows and propping yourself against them. You outstretched your arms and motioned for him to join you, your bare chest heaving, and his heart fluttered pathetically, or maybe that was just his cock visibly twitching.

He followed after you, kneeling at your side like a puppy waiting for permission, and you smiled at him.

“C’mere, my sweet boy.” 

Aegon rushed to lay his head on your thighs, wide eyes staring at your breasts dripping above his face. As you cradled his head in your arm, he could not hold back and latched his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking the rosy bud feverishly.

“Oh…Aegon, be gentler.” You laid your hand on his chest, inhaling sharply as his hot tongue flicked back and forth and the flames scattered to your skull.

“Mmm…” Humming, his pretty eyes half-lidded, he untightened his lips and sucked agilely, folding his large hands onto his stomach. “Is this better?”

“Yes, very much.”

A strangled moan erupted from your throat as tingles ran through your entire body, and your eyes leered downward, lips parting in awe at the sight of Aegon’s lips capturing your breast.

He was breathtaking, mesmerizing you with how he relished suckling your hardened tit, squirming faintly from how good it felt. You petted the top of his soft hair, a throbbing sensation growing between your thighs, and adored him. Aegon truly worshiped you.

“Such a good boy you are, Aegon.” Your hand left his head and cradled his face, swallowing hard and quietly moaning as his slick lips suctioned carefully, swirling his tongue around the perky bundle of nerves. “My good boy.”

The pressure in your breast traveled to your belly, and your praising words stirred a similar ache in Aegon’s, blood rushing to his length and filling it to attention. He moaned raggedly and thrust his hips up, hoping he did not catch your eye, but you had noticed what this was doing to him.

Scurrying your hand south, your palm rubbed up and down his inner thigh, massaging his groin with the dainty pads of your fingers and smiling to yourself as you teased him. Your skin prickled as he massaged your breast expertly with his mouth, and soon, the duct opened, and a small amount of milk leaked onto Aegon’s tongue, arousal seeping from your cunt from the way he fed from you, swallowing every sweet, almond-flavored drop.

The noises you sputtered mixed with the taste of your milk; Aegon spilled his seed, blood buzzing in his ears and moaning pitifully as his toes curled. Sinewy, hot cum spurted from his pulsing cock, dribbling on his gut and your hand. He huffed and panted from the blinding pleasure, blissed by how drinking from you like a baby and your soft touch near his cock could make him explode intensely.

“Thank you, my love.” You mewled, washing in a wave of dazed relief and ecstasy, not solely from Aegon’s mouth but also your dominance over him. “I take it you enjoyed yourself?”

You rolled your cum coated digits over his flaccid shaft, but Aegon didn’t mind. Rubbing his pink lips and face against your honey soft breast that glistened with saliva, he muttered, “…Yes, mummy.”

The comment paused both of you, and he closed his eyes in preparation for how you will respond. It’s not surprising to you, but it does catch you off guard; you could not deny that you cared for Aegon like a child and yearned for him like a lover. He was simply a tendered and troubled man, and he was forever yours.

“Mummy would like you to take care of the other one, please.” You murmured, sticking your index and middle fingers between his parted lips, and he welcomed the intrusion, “but first, lick my fingers clean of your mess.”

He obeyed without a second thought, groaning in delight as his tongue danced around your slender digits, and once he finished, you slipped them out, gasping as he hungrily engulfed your untreated breast in his mouth within the same breath. 

It was divine. He was divine. The doors opened, and your ladies came in carrying a tray of biscuits, wine, and glasses. You urgently signaled for them to place it on the table quietly and leave the room without a sound, and they do just that, Aegon never swaying from the task at hand, clutching your nightgown in his fist with a vice.

You threw your head back, moaning euphorically, as your hand caressed his and breathed your vows, “I am yours, and you are mine, from this day until the end of my days….”

[butch-reidentified]

if you think agp is a thing(and presumably exclusive to trans women) what do you think of cis women claiming to masturbate in front of mirrors and CIA women who report being aroused by breastfeeding?

literally every single answer to these questions is available on my blog. I'm tired of writing the same posts over and over and over. if you can't find sufficient answers scrolling my blog, searching key words on my blog (or on google citing my blog, which yields better results oftentimes), going through the links in my pinned, or checking the tags referenced in my pinned, then I'd say if it's reeeeally important to you to get answers, your best bet will be to sit tight and occasionally check for updates to my Pinned as I am gradually adding more and more links detailing my views, and/or skim my blog from time to time - it's pretty much guaranteed to cycle through again within a month at most 🤷

I was actually gonna put a partial (that is to say, just not my usual thorough, detailed, and nuanced) answer at the beginning, but honestly I'm getting VERY tired of anonymous strangers who most likely just stumbled across my blog for the first time today thinking they're entitled to a personalized thinkpiece from me when almost every time I get an ask like this (which are distinctly different from good faith curiosities, which I'm more than happy to answer), I've already posted my answer, I've already written about the subject in depth on my blog. so I'll put my answer below instead so you have to read all of the above first, so you at least sort of vaguely kinda earn some response by putting in a miniscule fraction of the work/time I've put into both reading/informing myself about all sorts of different opinions, ideologies, experiences, perspectives, and views (rather than just demanding opinions from strangers on anon, lmao) and writing countless posts (& that's just on here, ignoring the offline side which is where I'm wayyy more active), which are almost always VERY long and detailed and proofread and edited and polished several times over.

btw, kind of a side note -- I have NEVER sent a single anon in my life, and I have NEVER, anonymously or not, demanded someone give me a personalized just-for-me explanation of their opinions (or any at all). the reason I call this entitlement is because you (most likely) aren't asking out of genuine curiosity or good faith. you (most likely) are asking because you dislike what you think my views are (you are most likely misinformed and think I believe things I do not) and you (most likely) think this is some kind of gotcha rather than the same ignorant, unoriginal, boring ass points that I've read countless times as far back as when I was a transactivist and trans-identifying myself. they've been debunked/responded to by a LOT of other women, too, and I'm very confident you could easily find at least one such response. I'm not holding you to a standard I don't also hold myself to; in fact, that I'm going to give you any degree of actual answer at all is demonstrative of my holding myself to a HIGHER standard. because again, nothing I'm about to say on this topic is just now in this post being born into the universe as a novel thought. or even a novel tumblr post; like I said, you could find the radfem answers to this ask yourself with just a tiny bit of effort - and while radfems are far from a monolith, and I am a frequent vocal dissenter on a variety of radblr hot topics, this isn't even really a matter of opinion. read on to find out why.

Part A - Not answering the questions here per se, but a clarification of terminology that may help you (any reader, not necessarily anon) see my perspective:

The word "cis" has different definitions. It used to mean someone who is not trans, whereas trans referred to sex-dysphoric transitioners, a demographic who now often prefer terms like transsexual or transsex or simply "sex-dysphoric" BECAUSE they don't agree with gender identity ideology (GII) and object to the way GII has been actively hostile to them and erased transsexuality (and thus their identities, needs, beliefs, and experiences as well), similarly to the ways in which GII engages with pretty much everything that isn't complete and total blind allegiance. These include but are far from limited to:

1. Obfuscating people's (especially children's/young adults' - as they are the primary consumers of most GII content by far) understanding of biology, particularly as it pertains to the sexes of human beings and sexual dimorphism, and inserting "gender identity" as a direct (but importantly not synonymous or remotely parallel) replacement for the material and biological reality of sex. Sex, absent patriarchy and the gender construct, is simply a neutral and factual categorization of human beings: sex categorizes human body types according to the two developmental pathways that evolved solely for the purpose of producing one gamete type or the other to enable perpetuation of the species via sexual reproduction. What this statement does NOT imply to anyone reading it with even an ounce of integrity/intellectual honesty: "women are defined by having babies," "infertile/childfree adult female humans are not women," "humans with anomalous sexual development of any variety are not male or female, but rather a 3rd sex or even proof sex is a spectrum," or anything along these lines; I refer to these arguments as intellectually dishonest because they are originally intentional (disinformation -> misinformation) misinterpretations & serve to moralize, dogmatize, and essentially theologize facts of nature.

This obfuscation of biology is committed via a variety of tactics that frequently include outright gaslighting; "gender and sex are different" turned into "sex is actually a spectrum" (it's not - read on to learn why not!) and then outright science denial while gaslighting others as being the unscientific, uneducated, "3rd grade understanding of biology" ones (again, this is simply factually not true*).

*Feel free to request to see a peer-reviewed neuroscience journal publication bearing my name and/or my thesis (original research regarding the overlapping genetics + epigenetics of norepinephrine dysregulation in both dysautonomia and attention deficit disorders) if you are skeptical of my credentials regarding biology. alternatively, feel free to cite your sources and I will provide a free-of-charge peer review service :)

2. Building from #1, the erasure of patriarchal sex-based oppression of women & girls (by definition: human beings of the female sex, adults & children respectively) via aforementioned tactics obfuscating sex biology & human biology in favor of an innate, internal "gender identity" which is extremely poorly defined with the individual "gender identities" themselves left utterly non-delineated. Gender identity ideology is to be taken entirely on pure faith, despite the fact that there is absolutely no evidence to support gender identity as a universal component of human beings/universal human experience. In fact, the existence of absolutely any nonzero quantity of human beings who do not experience gender identity firmly disproves it as universal human experience - and we know not all humans have a gender identity. However, every human being experiences sexual development, be it typical, disordered (DSDs, congenital infertility, etc), or otherwise anomalous; the vast majority experience typical sexual development, and one's sex is entirely clear in the vast majority of atypical cases as well. Female humans are oppressed on the basis of our biological reproductive capabilities; patriarchy desires control over the female sex as a direct product of its desire to control reproduction. Patriarchy created the gender construct to instill and enforce a caste system between the sexes upholding the patriarchal dogma of male supremacy and female inferiority. Similarly, patriarchy created father-gods in order to make the creation of life a male act. Erasure of sex in favor of the gender construct serves male supremacy and cannot ever be anti-patriarchal or feminist. Evidence of sex based oppression abounds offline (frankly, you need look no further than menstruation stigma in all its forms up to and including menstrual huts, but there is infinitely more evidence) and right here on my blog as well; I even have some posts tagged to serve as proof of sex based oppression.

3. Erasing homosexuality via working toward erasure of exclusive same-sex attraction (this is particularly targeted at lesbians, and this is VERY well documented. I have many examples of this in my TRA Receipts tag, including a particularly excellent masterpost containing, in total iirc THOUSANDS of screenshots), once again replacing sex with "gender identity" as if one's orientation being defined as attraction to another human's invisible, internal, and highly individual "gender identity," which not all humans even purport to have in the first place, could possibly make any sense. This is uniquely absurd.

As stated in the 2nd link in #1 on my Pinned, I object to the usage of "cis" for non-trans-identifying people. Why? At the core of it, because the most commonplace definition of "cis"/'cisgender" that I see at this point in time is "having a gender identity that aligns with what was assigned at birth." As stated above, gender identity is not universal, rendering "cisgender" equally as personal and internal of an identity label as "transgender" - and these are not a pure dichotomy by any means. Radical feminism does not grant any degree of objective factual legitimacy to the gender construct; thus, no radical feminist is or can be, by definition, transgender or cisgender (this does not carry over to whether or not radfems can have dysphoria or even be medically transitioned). Radfems are not the only humans without "gender identities," and it is dishonest and disrespectful to force the term/label onto everyone else according to an ideology we/they may not share.

Part B - The Long-Awaited Answer! [I changed my mind since this ended up significantly longer than initially planned so here ya go]

Autogynephilia was coined as a term with a specific definition. That definition is still the same one in use today. That definition explicitly states that only males can qualify. That definition is: "a paraphilia that describes when a man experiences sexual arousal from the thought of himself as a woman" per Google, and "a male's propensity to be sexually aroused by the thought of himself as a female" per Blanchard's original stated intention for the term he created. Wikipedia goes on to add "intending for the term to refer to 'the full gamut of erotically arousing cross-gender behaviors and fantasies.'"

I have many criticisms of Blanchard himself and of the quality of his research methodologies. However, the evidence for the existence of the paraphilia itself is abundant and undeniable given that many males outright refer to themselves as autogynephiles and many have openly discussed their experiences as someone with this paraphilia. What I do not believe is that all trans-identifying males are AGPs, that there is proven legitimacy to the HSTS/AGP dichotomy (even Blanchard himself said not all OSA trans-identifying males are AGPs - just a whole lot of them), or that non-trans-identifying males can't be AGPs - actually I think it's likely that most AGPs don't identify as transgender.

The core of the paraphilia, the source of the arousal, is a product of the patriarchal sex caste system; autogynephiles are aroused by the idea of themselves as women - as they themselves have stated - because of the sexual objectification of femaleness and/or because they're aroused by degradation and humiliation (as is blatantly obviously on brilliant display in the existence of and obsession with "forced feminization" and similar female-degrading sexual concepts), and the AGP male views femaleness and the gender that patriarchy has forcibly ascribed to femaleness ("femininity") as inferior and thus sees his engagement in performing femininity as degrading - which in turn sexually excites him.

One reason some women find themselves arousing in their own bodies and natural non-performative states is the same as when men find themselves arousing in their own bodies and natural non-performative states: self-confidence increases libido and associations can be made between A and B. Where women and men inevitably differ, however, is about the arousal surrounding performing femininity and/or sexual self-objectification. It is not at all unreasonable to speculate that some women can be turned on when they "feel hot" for a reason other than just self-confidence; for one speculative example, it's possible that some women may see herself in the mirror all dressed up in hypersexualized clothing and feel that they've succeeded in mirroring the pornified images and sexually-appealing-to-males beauty expectations. Ultimately, this is self-objectification. It's patriarchy and the male gaze that have forced these associations onto all of society, and hypersexual associations have a tendency of causing sexual arousal in people (duh).

Oh and I've never heard of women being aroused by breastfeeding, only complaining about it being painful asf, but like. Nipples are among the most common and well-documented non-genital erogenous areas so? This seems terribly unlikely to be a common phenomenon, but utterly irrelevant to the existence of autogynephilia regardless lol. If this is a thing, like I said I doubt it's commonplace at all, but even just hypothetically, I'd say it would distinctly fall in line with everything else I say in this answer. Patriarchy and its pornographers have indeed sexualized breastfeeding - there are a concerning number of men who ask their partners NOT TO BREASTFEED their babies - his own children! - because it makes him JEALOUS and even resent the baby. I'm dead serious you can look this up, it happens. So... read on for elaboration.

I neither know nor care precisely what you're referencing in this ask, because the answer remains the same: autogynephilia by definition can only affect males, and males who have a fetish for the idea of themselves as female, be that through imagining themselves Fucked (anatomically female, specifically in a sexually objectified - aka Fucked - manner; the anatomical/biological form of autogynephilia fetishizes the male subject imagining himself as the female Fucked object of pornography) or Feminine (as discussed above) fundamentally are not and cannot be the same as women who are turned on by feeling like they look sexually appealing or by their own natural anatomy or biological functions (which have been violently hypersexualized by patriarchy). This is a form of internalized misogyny; when men do it, it's just misogyny. These are not the same.

[moonlight-alphafemale]

Omega Pickle with his babies? 🥹

Omggg Omega!Pickle with his pups 🥺💕

Idk if you wanted a story or headcanons... So I did headcanons.

He so eepy... ❤

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Omega!Pickle interacting his babies💕

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Pickle would definitely have identical triplet sons. He'd definitely have a hard time telling them apart so he'd color code them, giving them different colored bracelets (Baki gave him the bracelets)

When they were first born he definitely did the little 'Lion King' thing, holding the babies up to the sun.

For the first two years Pickle wouldn't dare let the little ones out of his sight. He'd keep them in the nest 24/7 and wouldn't leave.

Nobody is allowed around the triplets, at all. He'd go feral and try to eat anyone that gets too close to the triplets.

He's always holding them. Even when he's asleep, the triplets are always resting peacefully on his chest or in his lap.

He isn't very fond of breastfeeding but he refuses to bottle feed the triplets, so he simply deals with the discomfort to make sure his babies are healthy.

He's late when weening the triplets off of his milk and they don't start eating solid food until they're around three years old. (Only because he stopped producing milk..)

He's also constantly scenting them, rubbing the scent glands on his wrist all over his babies.

He's a very attentive papa. Giving his babies all the love and attention they could ever want. He loves playing with his babies and even humming soft melodies that he's learned from the modern world.

Once the triplets have turned 5 years old he'll finally go back to normal. Partially. He'll leave the nest but he won't go too far.

He'd make little dolls from them out of things he finds outside. The triplets were already supplied with modern toys and games but he still does it just to make the triplets smile.

He taught the triplets how to hide in the nest when he's away.

He finally let's the other fighters meet the triplets, but he's still a little weary.

He'll finally allow the babies to be taught how to speak and walk (only if he's watching) But he won't let them go to school.

He'll teach the little ones how to hunt (even though they don't need it)

He's totally a helicopter parent.

Baki and Mitsunari are the only people Pickle trusts to babysit his triplets.

When the triplets reach 10 years old, he finally let's them be more independent.

Pickle still won't let them go to school so Mitsunari finally decided to hire a private tutor for the triplets.

Pickle takes the triplets to walk around in the forest and hunts with them. They'll stay in the forest for hours, just hunting and eating. The perfect bonding moment.

Pickle still scents the triplets. Even though it annoys them to some degree.

[crissiebaby]

Bab Rats: Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, gender transformation, breastfeeding, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Strawberry

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“Hi dewe, Sam…chus feewin’ any bettew?' ' said Hanna with her partially perma-regressed vocal cords, receiving no response as Sam shied away from her. Undeterred, she shifted her approach, “Hey, I has an idea. How bout chu take chus mind off evewyfing and twy one of da new diapees dat da hazmats dwopped off dis mownin’? Ish a diapee dat can onwy be removed by da pewson who puts it on. See?” She tugged at the hem of her diaper with all her might to no avail before giving the simple lock print on its front a hardy slap. Sadly, her attempt at levity earned no reaction from Sam. Lowering her head, she took a step back from Sam’s crib. “Sowwy. I-I’ww jus weave chu awone until chus weady.”

“My life is ruined,” muttered Sam, his words lingering in the back of his throat and choking him up, “I thought I knew what I was signing up for. Now…I might be stuck as a girl forever.” He lowered his head between his knees, sulking.

Walking around to the side of the crib Sam was leaning against, Hanna reached through the bars and gently placed a hand on his head. “I sowwy,” she said, reaching through the crib bars and gently patting Sam’s shoulder sympathetically. Thankfully, he seemed receptive to her touch, allowing them to ease their tension slightly. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she decided to inject some fun into the situation, “Ya know, doh, bein’ a girl isn hawf bad. Take it fwom me: a fuww-time girl since da day I was bown. Suwe, da pewiods suck buh we gets wots of fwee dwinks.”

“Being as we’re stuck here, I’m not sure I’ll be able to cash in on those drinks. Good to have in the back pocket, though,” said Sam, unable to suppress his reaction to the mild humor being lobbed his way. He sighed hard, ridding himself of as much negative energy as he could, “Sorry, I’m sure you were hoping for a more playful playmate. It’s just…I always dreamed about being locked away in a nursery for as long as I can remember. I want to enjoy this…I just can’t get out of my own head. And now, I have to deal with this!” Using both hands, he grabbed onto his ridiculous double-Ds.

Had it not been for the lactation drug Hanna was testing, she was fairly certain Sam would have bigger assets than her. It was always the lucky ones who were never grateful. “Iswa says dey wowkin’ on da antidote so dis pwobabwy isn fowever. Why not enjoy it a widdwe?” she said, hoping to raise Sam’s spirits by showing him all the benefits of being a girl, “Wike finks about it. How many peepo wud do anyfing to swap gendews even fo one day? Fo aww dose poor twans girls out dewe, live a wittwe.”

Once again, Sam found himself in stitches over Hanna’s abrasive yet sincere comments. It was clear that she cared about his well-being, at least to some extent. “Oh…I-I’m not so certain that's a good idea,” he said, squeezing his thighs together to subdue the faint stirring in his unfamiliar loins. It was strange but for some reason, although Hanna and he had only met a few days ago, he felt like he’d known her all his life. Blushing as he caught himself staring at her in silence, his eyes darted away from his attractive roommate.

Yanking her hand away from Sam’s shoulder, Hanna too was in the midst of a flustered response as she quickly realized the reason for Sam’s abrupt head turn. As a bisexual woman who leaned toward liking women, she hated to admit Sam was exactly her type. Well, she didn’t exactly hate it per se but she did feel guilty about it. If he was even slightly into it, she would ravish him without a second thought; an intrusive concept that only intensified whenever she looked his way.

Trapped in a state of growing arousal, both Hanna and Sam were sweating multiple days of pent-up sexual frustration. Especially Sam, who hadn’t masturbated a single time since arriving at CrissBaby HQ. The same couldn’t be said for Hanna, though her steady use of the various vibrators made in-house at CrissBaby for testing purposes had certainly upped her sex drive.

Biting his lip, Sam knew if anything kinky was going to happen, he as the emotionally vulnerable one was going to have to initiate it. Mercifully, he had the perfect icebreaker stationed right between his legs. “O-Okay, we can try some stuff,” he said, shying away physically in spite of his bold words, “How about we start with my first diaper change as a girl? I think mine should definitely be put out to pasture.” He gave his overly ripe diaper a soft poke, demonstrating how absurdly used it was after more than three days without a change.

Lowering the crib bars, Hanna’s heart was threatening to leap out through her throat. How she was going to manage to conceal her lust while changing Sam’s diaper was beyond her. She didn’t even want to change him. She wanted to mash her face into the base of his ultra-squishy diaper until he came for her over and over again. “Hmmm…I not so sure chu neesa changie yet afta aww. Seems wike dere’s stiww pwenty mowe room in hewe,” she said, lightly dragging her hand along the muck balloon around Sam’s hips while passing off her desire to knead his diaper like a ball of dough as nothing more than playfulness.

*GASP!*

Having avoided touching himself at all costs for three days, one touch was all it took to amplify his need for relief. A shaky breath exited his plush lips as waves of sensitivity, unlike anything he’d ever experienced as a guy spread across his entire body. Now, he was the one wondering how on Earth he would survive a diaper change in this condition. 

The strained silence from earlier reared its ugly head again as Hanna and Sam waded through extremely awkward waters. It couldn’t have been more painfully obvious what was on each of their minds. All they needed was for one of them to say something. Luckily, Hanna’s filter was nowhere near good enough to stay quiet, “Fuggit. Be honest, chu jus wanna do howny diapie stuffs wif me?”

“Yes,” said Sam without a hint of hesitation. Even he was a tad shocked by how rapidly the simple affirmation fell from his mouth. That shock served only to elevate his carnal needs as he opened his legs wide in preparation for the profusion of pleasure coming his way.

Unsurprisingly, Hanna wasted no time jumping into Sam’s crib and kneeling over him now that she had the green light to get freaky. Two wet spots began to form on her shirt thanks to her hyperactive titty lactation, triggered by an uptick in arousal over Sam’s approval. She paid it no mind, her passion too powerful to slow down over some slight humiliation. “way back and twy not to scweam too woud if chu can hewp it. I’ww take cawe of evwyfing,” she said, returning her hand to the center of Sam’s comically full pamper. Only this time, her touch was anything but light. Her fingers sunk into nearly a foot of the swollen wadding and its semi-soft, messy core. “Wowza! No way I cooda kept my hans off dis fo thwee days. I nuh seen one dis messy befo. Chu mus be one pwoud baby,” she cooed, adding some verbal teasing into the mix while her sensual hand motions cut through Sam’s defenses like a knife. 

Sam responded in kind as his face transitioned through various hues of red until his complexion was cherry-colored. However, Hanna’s words, while embarrassingly seductive, were nothing in comparison to the shockwaves impacting his nether region. His body felt weak as he leaned against his crib bars, allowing his new, female hormones to take over his senses. Everything from the way his hair brushed against the back of his neck to the softness of the blanket beneath his thighs turned every part of his figure into an erogenous zone. “I-Is that what…s-sex feels like for you?” he muttered, stricken by the stark difference between men and women when it came to the Big Bang. For men, all stimulation was housed within the pelvic area leading up to a large explosion at the end. The arousal women experience, on the other hand, is far subtler, spreading throughout the entire body the vagina acting as an epicenter.

It was hard for Sam to necessarily say which was superior, especially since he had yet to lose his virginity as a guy. That being said, he was certainly finding a lot of appeal in the female side of things if his libidinous moans were anything to go off. Even the pitch of his feminized voice was turning him on, sounding akin to something one might hear in a porno.

“I gonsa make chus addicted ta bein’ a girl,” said Hanna, intensifying her hand motions as she whispered the horniest things in Sam’s ear; her breath sending pleasure signals from his brain to his slit. With her free hand, she grabbed onto his left breast and began rubbing it softly, ensuring her delicate touch never got too harsh enough to cause pain, “Chu boobas awe gonna be so sensitive cuz imma pway wif dem aww da time. Fink of aww da dwess up games an tea pawties we can have. I wonder how long it wiww be befo chu beg me ta fiww da widdwe pocket between chus legs. You wanna have somefing inside chu, doncha?”

Done in by Hanna’s bedroom skills, Sam couldn’t argue with what Hanna was saying even if he wanted to. It was as if his feminine side had a magnetic field around it, pulling him in and refusing to let go. Maybe it was the sex talking but the more Hanna talked, the more alluring the idea of exploring the opposite end of the gender spectrum became. He’d already given up being an adult and accepted the fact that he wanted to live the rest of his life as a horny baby. It wasn’t a stretch to believe he would throw away his birth gender for the same reason. “Y-Yes! I-I want it all! I want to be your girl! Oh fuck!” she shouted, mounting her first female orgasm.

Hearing Sam say those fateful words was all that Hanna needed to push her over the edge. She scooted her padded butt forward and mashed her wet diaper into Sam’s messy one, joining her in ecstasy. “Come here,” she said, wrapping the hand around Sam’s neck that had previously been massaging her mooshy diaper, she pulled him into her lactating chest, “M-My boobs are so sore. Please s-suckle them.”

Hanna’s pleas were immediately answered as Sam pried open her play partner’s top and planted her lips on her right nipple. Her cheeks puffed up with fresh cream, unable to keep up with Hanna’s flow now that he had engaged her milk sacs. “Ish sho yummy,” she said between swallows. Even her subsequent orgasm wasn’t enough to unlatch her from Hanna’s tit. The flavor was just too good.

Lost in the deepest depths of passion, Hanna and Sam had entered CrissBaby HQ riddled with uncertainty. No longer was that the case. Every horny thing they’d read online or dreamed up in their heads was now at their fingertips. Letting go of the last of their reluctance, they embraced what it truly meant to be a Bab Rat as they climaxed together over and over again.

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“Okay, I’ll admit when I’m wrong. This first batch of testers, while untrained, have given us more data to work with in a mere three days than anything the official testing team could pull off,” said Mark, sitting behind the glass partition of Hanna and Sam’s nursery as he watched them go to pound town with each other. He may have been skeptical of the Bab Rats Program at first but the numbers didn’t lie, “The only downer news at the present is that we still need to tinker with the aphrodisiac formula. It definitely shouldn’t have taken three whole days for these two to go to bone town together. But that can wait for tomorrow. Take your victory lap. You’ve earned it.”

Smiling proudly thanks to Mark’s praise, Dr. Madrigal was thrilled to have her superior’s approval, especially after he outright dismissed her idea initially. Soon, the rest of the test nurseries that had been assigned to her program pending final approval would be filled with useful idiots like Hanna and Sam who were willing to give up everything to be a market research dummy for an ABDL company. Where she’d go from here was anyone’s guess. Heck, for all she knew, Mark’s job might be hers in the near future. “Thank you, Mark. Coming from you, that means a lot,” she said, playing up her gratitude to ensure her rise to the top was as subtle as possible.

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Adding up to that Severus has a not-so-secret daughter au! Some good nasty drama

Since the lycanthropy is based on the AIDs and they can be passed down to offspring, let me introduce you to:

After the Prank, Severus did get infected but never went through the actual transformation, so he just carries it in his blood with some side effects (maybe he eats raw meat now and has sharper senses, who knows). But even if he's not a werewolf as such, he still has the infection in him...and his daughter is born with it, turning into a full werewolf each moon and overall suffering all the regular effects of the curse.

Just one more reason for them to dislike lupin (and the marauders in general)

I REALLY hate Lycanthropy being tied to HIV/AIDs. I know the author said so, but she says alot of things that suck, and that's one of them. It's a real stinker.

In any case, Lycanthropy isn't actually passed down from parent to child - that's a myth, perpetuated by the fact so few Werewolves ever have children. Remus was worried - but its just another point on his list of "things he is anxious about that aren't real/don't matter as much as he thinks they do" He has nothing to fear about sex. He would have more to fear about kissing - but even then, that isn't how Lycanthropy works.

It doesn't change your genes. Its a magical disease - you don't become a non-human, your DNA isn't changed. You're only contagious at the Full Moon, about 12 hours a month and ONLY via saliva, not blood or sexual fluids. Even if Severus was partially infected with cursed wounds, like Bill Weasley - as he doesn't transform he cannot pass it on.

Same with HIV/AIDs. A father doesn't pass it to their child. The DNA/RNA in his sperm does not have HIV - just the fluids it is carried in. A mother can pass it down through the pregnancy, childbirth fluids or breastfeeding - but not necessarily.

In order to have a child infected with Lycanthropy Severus would need to be fully bitten by Remus and then also bite his own child - or pick up a child from somewhere that has already been bitten.

And that's cute. Why is Severus so good at brewing Wolfsbane...? He's been doing it for his daughter for years already. But I don't really see how, even if you HC that Lycanthropy can be passed down to children via the fathers DNA, that it is something to 'dislike Remus' about...? Remus wasn't a part of that prank. He was a sick boy who did everything right. He wasn't wandering around, he wasn't being reckless - he was hiding in the shack. He was as much a victim of the prank as much as Severus was.

The Ministry has shifted whether they consider Werewolves as 'Beings' or 'Creatures' for years - and in either case, whether they are considered 'people' or 'animals' - they don't have human rights. Just being found out is a danger to Remus' life.

Remus would be mortified to know he had even partially infected Severus... even more so that his Lycanthropy had been fully passed onto a child. He would be DEVASTATED. He would be torn between feeling some responsibility over the child, to teach them how to manage their condition... and wanting to run as far away as possible, hide in a hole - and die from shame.

[trixibebe]

oc x canon ~ non-canon babytime

@spicyliumang gave me the brainworms so I gotta jump onto the bandwagon ♥

Headcanons under the cut (I got a bit carried away lmao)

It would totally be an accident. It would be either after she'd return to Japan after visiting home, or during their honeymoon. The jetlag, the different time zones and the excitement would cause her to mess up her contraceptive-intake.

She'd panic when her period would be late as it usually comes even a little early. But it coming a little late would happen every few months for seemingly no reason so this may be the case this time too.

Zhao would immediately note that she seems more tense than usual, and she'd even agree but would brush it off with "happens sometimes", not wanting to worry him (as usual...). She wouldn't really bring it up again until she'd take a pregnancy test.

By the time she has confirmation from the test after her period had been late for longer than ever before, she already kinda made peace with the possibility that she's pregnant. But the reality of it would only settle in when she'd see the positive result.

She's take the test alone after coming home from work one day at a time when Zhao would still be at You Tian. She would want some alone time, no matter the result. If the test is negative then she'd be so relived that she would immediately need a nap. If it's positive then she'd need to process that and think about how deliver the news to Zhao.

Both of them would be the definition of mixed reactions. He'd be coming home in the evening and would find her tear-smeared. She was happy of course. A little person made up of partially herself and part of the person she loved the most. Sounds like the best thing ever. But they didn't plan it. It would be a huge change in their lives. And being a parent nowadays is so difficult. And that made her unbelievably anxious. Zhao was at first in disbelief. He thought she'd definitely get her period and now he's gonna be a dad? Someone who only knew strictness from his own father? Would he manage? Here Kori would be the one for a change who would give him reassurance. That is if he would want the child at all. She would be okay with either outcome.

She always thought about kids as "cool if I have some, cool if I don't". Her life was complete without them. And it's not like she really expected to be a mom anyway being in her mid-30's. But now that there was a chance like this, she would tackle it with Zhao by her side. If he wanted to.

Zhao would be mulling over it for quite a while. It's not like they have never brought up the topic before. But he was also torn between "cool if yes" and "cool if no". He did have fun with them whenever he had to entertain a kid of a costumer. But that was just for a short time. Here he would be in for the long run. Eventually, he figured that he could do a so much better job than his own dad did with him. That lit a fire in him. Zhao was always a person who wanted to give others a place to belong, he would be capable of doing so with his own child.

They would agonize over the name. Should it be Chinese? Japanese? Hungarian? Initially they wanted to go with Japanese, since the baby would be born here. That seemed the most logical, anyway. With a Hungarian name she would probably stand out too much, and Zhao said he didn't wanna "monopolize" the little one's name, making it all Chinese, considering she'd be already getting his last name.

One thing was for sure at first, Kori would get another carnation tattooed on her back once she was done with breastfeeding down the line. And that's when Zhao had the idea of naming the little one "carnation". It would work well since Kornélia is rooted in a flower name too.

The problem was that the Japanese word for carnation is カーネーション or Kānēshon. Basically almost how you'd pronounce carnation in English. That was a no-go for Kori, to her that sounded wrong somehow. But since she loved the idea overall, but Szegfű wasn't an accepted name in Hungary, they eventually went with Kāngnǎixīn (康乃馨). At least that would be on the birth certificate. Some would still go on calling her K��nēshon. Though most of the time she'd end up going by Cara or Carrie. Kori would call her Nyuszifül most of the time, meaning "bunny ear", matching how she'd call Zhao Nyuszi (bunny) a lot (both rather common terms of endearment in Hungarian).

(Cara would later curse her parents a bit for giving her a name so complicated to write.)

Kori would be anxious a lot during her pregnancy, fearing she would do something wrong. Even if she was fully committed to the idea once they decided to keep the baby. To ease her mind, Zhao would spend a lot of time looking up healthy recipes for pregnant women and then cooking them, to at least ease her mind on that front.

In addition she's be quite moody during all of it due to all the hormones. On one hand she's nervous on how to do stuff, on the other hand if you tell her she should do something a certain way she might snark back in a "don't tell me what to do" way. (She would feel extremely bad about it afterwards though.)

In general she'd be pissed more often, mostly at trivial things like when people block the whole sidewalk all on their own, or the mail delivery man not even attempting to deliver packages, rather leaving a note even if she was home. Not that she'd say most of these things out loud (as to "not annoy Zhao") but these things would bother her more than usual.

Giving birth was "fun". *Screams in Hungarian* and God save Zhao if he didn't learn at least some words during their years together to at least minimally get what she means.

Kori would be a tad overprotective (just as she is with her friends and Zhao) especially after Cara's birth. She was a bit worried that her daughter will have a hard time for being of mixed heritage so she tried her everything to make her life as easy as possible.

Cara would grow up speaking Chinese, Hungarian, Japanese and English. Hungarian mostly only for the sake of Kori's side of the family. On that note Kori's parents would call them a lot (something Kori is not really used to anymore) and they would fly to Japan to visit as well especially in the early days after Cara is born. Their help is greatly appreciated.

[Depending on how canon Dumpling and Noodle are in this scenario they would constantly be all over Kori during her pregnancy any chance they get to make her feel comfortable.]

[littlewitchygreen]

An Overview of Plants: Cinquefoil

Name: Cinquefoil (Potentilla genus, many varieties)

Description: Often, it has yellow flowers, though some are white with a yellow center, or pink. It always has five heart-shaped petals, with the spaces between looking like a star. It has leaves with spiked edges, and the leaves grow in clusters of five that look like a star as well. Easily mistaken for a strawberry plant.

Cultivation: It is a warm-weather plant that grows best from late spring through fall. It prefers partial to full sun, and can up to grow anywhere between two and four feet. When planting it, plant in the cooler part of spring, with the root balls about six inches deep and three to six feet apart depending on the grown size of the variety. Tolerant to many kinds of soil, as long as it drains well. Yellow leaves are a sign the soil is iron deficient, and are something to look out for. When watering, keep evenly moist during the first growing season - after that they are rather drought resistant. Too much shade, waterlogged soil, and high humidity may lead to fungal diseases or rootrot.

Harvest: The best way to harvest the plant is by pulling the whole thing in June/early summer. Dry it in a shady place. Though, if the stems or wood are needed you can use the trimmings from prunings - prune by cutting back the stems to the wood in early spring before leaves grow, cutting back only a third of the plant at maximum.

Folklore: In Europe, cinquefoil was used for prosperity and love workings, and sometimes as a form of spiritual or magical protection. In some parts of Europe, it has been tied strongly to witchcraft - believed to offer protection against it and as an ingredient in the infamous ‘flying ointment’ used by witches. Romans also believed it had ties to the god Mercury, and would use it in devotional incense.

Magical Properties: Used primarily in luck, love, prosperity, and non-material protection workings. Worn as a talisman, it is said to warn off malicious spirits. Also known for its connection to fae magic, and for its uses when communing with them.

Medicinal Properties: Mainly used to treat mild inflammation, so it has been used for sore throats, inflammation-based fevers, and menstrual cramping mainly. But there is some evidence it can also be used for diarrhea and certain skin conditions.

Recommended Amount: There is no known recommended amount, so be mindful when using, and consult a doctor and/or pharmacist before using regularly. When making tea, one tablespoon is generally enough.

Warnings: Not enough about its interactions are known, so avoid if pregnant or breastfeeding to be safe, and consult a doctor and/or pharmacist for interactions with other medications.

*This is a page from my grimoire. I am not a health professional, nor do I claim to be. This is just a compilation of information I’ve gathered from various sources I trust, and any medical decisions should be made by individuals with the help of a trained professional.

An Overview of Plants - more plants

[missfrieden]

Tech as a father Chapter 37

Upload all over the place, sorry for that.

Warning: use of a naughty word

Masterlist

Chapter 37: Sleepy confessions

“Amanda!” Alma is heard calling loudly causing Amanda to quickly step away from Tech and reluctantly handing Orion back. With a shared understanding, Tech secured Orion back in the carrier on his chest, and Amanda and Tech returned to their duties, moving rubble and helping to rebuild the Jedi Temple on Callo. The sense of purpose, combined with the newfound hope of being together, made the work seem less daunting. Alma joined them, and together they made progress in that hallway. Totally unaware to what she nearly walked into if she had not called out for her master. But Alma is not really interested in her teachings but more in the small babbling bundle nestled against Tech’s chest.

As the night set, Tech carefully crept through the partially restored Jedi Temple, holding Orion close to his chest and ensuring he didn't make a sound. In the dimly lit hallway, he approached the room where Amanda was sleeping. The gentle hum of the temple's restoration equipment provided a soothing backdrop to the otherwise silent night. He entered her room cautiously, his footsteps nearly soundless. There, Amanda lay, peacefully asleep, unaware of his presence. Tech's heart swelled with affection as he looked at her. She had always been his guiding light, the one who brought warmth to his life. Now, with Orion in his arms, it felt like everything had fallen into place.

Tech gently placed Orion on the breastfeeding pillow beside Amanda. The little one stirred but didn't wake. Tech then settled himself beside them, his gaze never leaving Amanda's face. He reached out to stroke her cheek, and a small smile graced her lips as if she sensed his presence. For the rest of the night, Tech watched over Amanda and Orion, cherishing this stolen moment. The bond they shared, both as a family and as lovers, was stronger than ever. In the quiet of the Jedi Temple, amid the remnants of a past era, they found solace in each other's company, their hearts beating in harmony.

Amanda slowly blinked her eyes open, greeted by the soft, diffused light pf her candles and the glowing stones in her temporary room in the partially restored Jedi Temple. At first, she was disoriented, but as her senses adjusted to her surroundings, she became aware of the warmth at her side. Turning her head slightly, she saw Tech. He was fast asleep beside her, his hand resting gently on her waist. A small, contented smile graced her lips as she observed him. It was a rare sight to see Tech so at ease, and she cherished every moment of it.

But what truly warmed her heart was the sight of their son, Orion, nestled securely in the breastfeeding pillow between them. His tiny form seemed even more delicate in sleep, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of peaceful slumber. Amanda carefully reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair away from Tech's forehead, watching him for a moment longer. She knew the weight of responsibility that rested on his shoulders, and she admired how he had embraced it. She also understood the sacrifices he had made to keep Orion safe from the prying eyes of the Kaminoans.

As she looked at their son, Amanda's heart swelled with love. Orion had brought a new sense of purpose to her life, and she was grateful for the family she had found. In this quiet moment, with her two beloved ones beside her, Amanda felt a profound sense of contentment and peace. Amanda's voice was a soft, soothing murmur as she spoke to the sleeping Orion. Her fingers gently brushed over his tiny, curly head as she whispered her words of love and apology. She knew that the life of a Jedi was demanding and often required sacrifices, but in this moment, with her son so close, those sacrifices weighed heavily on her heart.

"Orion," she began, her voice filled with tenderness, "I want you to know how much I love you, even if I can't always be with you like I wish I could. Your father, Tech, he's been amazing, hasn't he? He's made sure I never miss a moment of your life. He's been there for your first smile, your first laugh, and every little thing in between." Her gaze drifted to Tech, still peacefully asleep beside them. She continued, "I wish I could be there for you every day, my sweet boy, but I'm a Jedi. It's my duty to help and protect others, just like your father. I want you to grow up knowing that you are loved, cherished, and that I treasure every moment we have together. And most important I want you to be safe, and enjoy your life freely, or as freely as you can."

Amanda's heart ached with the knowledge that she couldn't be the mother she longed to be, but she also knew that the Force had a plan for them. She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Orion's forehead, her love for him radiating in that simple gesture. "Every day with you is a gift, Orion," she whispered. "And I promise, I'll make the most of the time we have together. You and your father are the most important beings of my life."

Tech's voice was soft and slurred as he mumbled in his half-awake state. His words carried a sense of warmth and affection, even in his drowsiness. Amanda couldn't help but smile at his sleepy ramblings. "You're amazing, Amanda," he murmured, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her waist. "You hid the pregnancy for nine months, and now look at you... You're incredible." Tech's eyes, heavy with sleep, fluttered open partially, revealing a gaze filled with adoration as he looked at Amanda. He recognized the sacrifices she had made, not just for their son but for the greater good as a Jedi. He appreciated her strength, her determination, and her unwavering commitment to her duty.

With a soft smile, he urged her to go back to sleep. "Go on, get some rest," he whispered. "We'll make the most of the time we have together, just like you said." Tech's thumb continued its soothing motion on Amanda's waist, and he nestled closer to her, seeking warmth and comfort in her presence, but not trying to squish their son between them. The room was filled with a sense of peace and contentment as they lay together, a family united by love and shared moments, even in the midst of their unique challenges.

As the squad gathered, following Hunter's lead, they set out to search for Tech. It didn't take long for Hunter's enhanced senses to lead them to the intact temple portion where Amanda's room was located. The subtle sounds of Tech's quiet murmurs and the gentle rustling of bedding reached their ears. He would not have even needed his senses to find him, but he hoped he would already be back and calculate something. This is not even one of their usual missions, but it can be a respite.

“Let’s go in and drag Tech out” Crosshair reaches for the panel. “No! Let them enjoy their time.” Echo swats his hand away. “Hey, we need to get him out before anyone else finds out” Crosshair opens the door anyway. Hunter sighs, he is right but it feels so wrong.

When they entered the room, the sight that greeted them was heart-warming. Tech was fast asleep, his arm draped protectively over Amanda's waist, while Orion lay nestled in the breastfeeding pillow between them, his small fingers grasping at the fabric of the blanket that covers his parents. Hunter couldn't help but smile at the scene. He motioned for the rest of the squad to keep quiet as enter and has to disturb the peaceful tableau. It was a rare moment of tranquillity amidst their chaotic lives as soldiers.

Crosshair, not one to give up such a moment he can later use, captured the image reaching for his datapad, while Wrecker and Echo watched with soft expressions, clearly touched by the sight, not like their brother. After a moment, Hunter gently roused Tech from his slumber. "Tech, time to wake up," he said quietly removing his hand from his shoulder. Tech's eyes blinked open, momentarily disoriented until he realized his brothers were present. He sits up and reaches for his goggles.

Amanda, too, stirred from her sleep as Tech shifted. She looked up at the squad with a tired and confused look, clearly surprised by their intrusion. Hunter spoke softly but firmly to Tech. "We're heading out soon, Tech. You should get back to the ship to get ready." He glanced at Amanda, offering a nod of acknowledgment. "We had to get Tech." Hunter still shots Crosshair a knowing look, but the grey haired clone simply looks up to the ceiling, acting like he has no idea what his brother means.

Tech nodded, understanding that they needed to resume their duties. He carefully moved Orion from the breastfeeding pillow to his arms, murmuring a few comforting words to the baby. Amanda, knowing her responsibilities as a Jedi, began to prepare herself as well.

As the squad left the room to give Tech and Amanda some privacy for a few moments longer, Hunter couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for his brother. Tech's commitment to both his duties as a soldier and his responsibilities as a father was something truly remarkable. And in that moment, it was clear to all that family meant everything to Clone Force 99, even in the midst of a galaxy torn by war. “We acted like a massive cock block just right now” Crosshair can’t help but laugh, earning an annoyed groan from his brothers as they make their way to the provisionally kitchen and eating area. “Way of ruining a moment Cross” Wrecker rolls his eyes but grins either way.

Chapter 38

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @aalizazareth @neyswxrld @clonethirstingisreal @sleepycreativewriter @moonwreckd

Last wisdoomtooth out since yesterday. Now just letting it heal and never having problems again.

[bishopsbox]

source: @esculturasblancas

Workshop of Sandro Botticelli, The Virgin and Child with Saint John and an Angel (circa 1490, detail). The complete painting, here.

Restored in 2018–19, this is one of the more significant ​paintings of the Virgin Mary to survive ​from the workshop of the Florentine Renaissance artist Sandro Botticelli. The circular format was very popular in the fifteenth century and particularly common for paintings decorating the bedchambers of Florentine households. Botticelli’s workshop responded to this demand, producing a great number of circular paintings (tondi) that vary in composition, dimension and artistic quality. A common feature of Botticelli’s tondi is the way in which individual figures react to the format of the painting, seen here in the young Saint John the Baptist on the left and the angel on the right, who bend slightly forward as if to fit within the border.

The Virgin Mary’s powerful frontal gaze makes this tondo stand out. Her exposed breast, with which she feeds Christ, is also central to its design. Images of the Virgin Mary breastfeeding added a human element to the representation of the mother of God. The Virgin’s exposed breast was uncovered only as part of the recent restoration. It had been overpainted to suit the preferences of an earlier owner.

Unfortunately, we don't know for whom this painting was originally made. An early inscription on the back suggests the Florentine architect and woodworker Giuliano da Sangallo. He is known to have had a sizeable art collection in his Florentine palace. Alternatively, the inscription may refer to Sangallo as the maker of the frame. The plethora of fruits that decorate the frame may hint at the idea of abundance, which is also underlined by the image of the breastfeeding Virgin.

This tondo was among the very first early Italian paintings (paintings made before 1500) to enter the National Gallery’s collection. Its acquisition in 1855 coincided with the rise in popularity of Botticelli. Many artists came to see it, producing copies and studying its tempera technique. Such was its appeal that at some point the tondo was displayed next to works by Raphael. But in the early twentieth century, scholars demoted it, arguing that it was a product of Botticelli’s workshop rather than by the artist himself. Workshop assistants were essential to artistic production during the Renaissance, but by this time it was believed that their involvement reduced a painting’s quality. Technical investigations have confirmed the use of partial cartoons, which were used to transfer a design to the surface of the painting – a practice common in a Renaissance workshop. Numerous changes were made at a much later stage, however, especially in the hands and hair of the angel on the right, some visible to the naked eye.

We know of several artists who were employed in Botticelli’s workshop, the most famous being Filippino Lippi, with whom Botticelli frequently collaborated (see Adoration of the Kings, for example). We do not know, however, which artists worked on this painting.

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                                                         Mother II

Second Form/Semi-Perfect Cell x Reader

Word Count: 4,121

cw: noncon, lactation, drug/toxin use, cunnilingus, overstimulation, breastfeeding, rough sex

AO3 Version | Masterlist

Summary: AU where reader finds Cell’s egg in the woods and he’s just an alien instead of an android. (AKA my idea for Cell if he used a particular human as a surrogate ‘mother’ instead of eating people to reach his other forms). Meant to be scary/creepy so heed the tags for stuff you’re not comfy with but it is Cell after all so I hope I do it justice :D (chapters are in the same order as Cell’s forms.)

Pt. 1 | 2 | 3

18+ ONLY NSFW BELOW THE CUT 

It's been a little over a month since the encounter with the alien and you had made good on your decision to sell your old house.

You had given it some time to see if you would be able to sleep normally in your room and even on the living room couch but every little noise and shadow glimpsed from the corner of your eye made you paranoid. You simply couldn't relax knowing that Cell was still out there somewhere especially after his ominous final words. You had made up a lie saying that a bear had tried to get into the house if anyone asked, even though there were no signs that anything was broken, and moved into an apartment on the outskirts of the city closer to your mother's house much to her delight.

It was over a hundred miles away from your old place but even a thousand didn't feel like it would have been enough.

You had also made the decision to buy a gun and keep it in the nightstand next to the bed at all times for a little extra security.

The changes to your body had faded by the time you had awakened that night after Cell was finished with you, all that remained was the sticky evidence of what had happened, most of the tenderness in your breasts had vanished. You had sat on the floor of the shower afterwards with the images of Cell between your legs replaying over and over and you hated that you still felt aroused just remembering it. His pale pink stare lingered behind your eyelids every time you closed your eyes and you refused to give in to any sort of urges you felt even if it meant being kept up all night with panties that were so soaked by morning you started to change them twice a day.

You had turned into a zombie on auto pilot going through the motions while your mind was still in your old bedroom feeling Cell's tongue inside you forcing you to orgasm.

You didn't know if you needed a boyfriend or a therapist more.

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You jumped to your feet, startling your mom, and knocking over your tea when you felt something wet on your leg underneath the kitchen table.

"Y/n? What on earth?"

It was your scheduled monthly dinner date and you had started to space out again while she mentioned how sickly you looked for at least the tenth time since you'd walked through the door. Naked panic was on your face when you checked underneath and found that it was only her golden retriever sniffing your leg curiously now wearing the same confused expression as your mother.

You laughed it off as best you could, "I'm sorry mom, you're right, I don't feel too good. I think I'm going to go home and take a nap. I might be coming down with that bug everyone is getting at work and I don't want to make you sick."

"Oh. Okay, well call me if you want me to bring you some soup."

She didn't bother hiding her disappointment that you were already leaving but you couldn't get back in your apartment with the door locked and reunited with your gun fast enough.

You checked and made sure it was loaded before sighing and sliding under the blankets starting to thumb through your phone mindlessly. Taylor hadn't tried contacting you since that less than well executed date and you were both grateful and a little sad. He wasn't really your type but you didn't want to be alone even more than before. Partially out of fear and partially out of the unrelenting ache that stayed between your legs.

You couldn't touch yourself knowing where your mind would go if you did.

So you chose to stay miserable and unsatisfied as some sort of petty revenge against Cell even if it felt more like you were the one being punished.

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It seemed that fate was giving you a second chance after all when you received a notice from your office saying that there was going to be a birthday party for your boss and everyone was invited.

 If someone else ends up fucking my brains out then it's fine, right? As long as I don't have to think about Cell..

The boss' birthday party always had copious amounts of alcohol and you had known a secretary that had gotten pregnant after going to one of them. It made you confident that you would see some activity if you were determined enough.

Sure enough on the day of the party after your head was pleasantly fuzzy from the wine you were chatting up some hottie from upper management who definitely seemed interested if the way his eyes kept darting to your cleavage was any indication. You'd intentionally left the top two buttons undone on your blouse just to up the odds and it had been the right decision it seemed.

You were living on borrowed confidence and for once you didn't see Cell's reptilian gaze staring back at you from the shadows. All you could picture was having this guy's cock in your mouth and your hands threading through his immaculately trimmed lilac hair while he fucked the stress out of you. His cheeks took on a faint pink tinge when you brushed your hair back over your shoulder invitingly showing off the column of your neck.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" he asked a little shyly. It was endearing and made your chest flutter.

"Mhm," you said biting your lip in the most sexy way you could manage, "Let's go back to mine?"

"My place is ten minutes away if that's alright?"

You nodded.

That was how you ended up in his car, your hand massaging his growing erection over his pants, while you gave little nips and kisses along the side of his neck and ear. You were acting overly sexually aggressive because you were drunk, not usually one to take the lead, combined with how you hadn't so much as masturbated in over a month. You let what was happening fill your head so you didn't have to think anymore just enjoying the moment and the scent of his cologne.

You would have given him head right there if not for the short trip made even shorter by how fast he was driving.

You saw that his apartment was much nicer than your own in the brief few seconds you had to take it in before you were slammed against the door, his hard on grinding against your core tantalizingly, while he shoved his tongue in your mouth in a drunken make out session. You sighed contentedly feeling yourself getting wetter until his hand was under your skirt starting to rub at your panties.

"Bed," he said.

You only let out a soft moan in response.

 No arguments here.

The two of you continued to make out while you undid the buttons of his shirt starting to move downwards, pleasantly surprised at how muscular he was underneath, placing kisses on your journey to his waistband. You had just pulled his zipper down when a noise caught your attention from overhead. You shot back upright only to find that your potential lover had fallen asleep already snoring softly.

"Hey," you said, "Wake up-"

 I don't even know his name.

You slapped his chest trying to get his attention but he only groaned and threw his arm across his eyes completely out of it.

"You've got to be fucking joking."

Indeed even his hard on had gone soft leaving you in a very awkward position. You'd came here in his car which meant you would have to do the walk of shame back to the party to get your own. It was tempting to just call a cab and sleep it off at your apartment before going back but the idea of someone you knew calling and asking why your car was still at work was the least appealing. That would lead to even more awkward questions you didn't want to deal with.

You rolled off of him and stared up at the ceiling hating your life and the fact that you were still somehow left sexually frustrated despite everything playing out exactly how you wanted.

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In your overly excited exit you hadn't even grabbed your coat and now you were freezing in the chilly autumn air desperately rubbing at your own arms for warmth. There were practically no cars or people around at this hour, much later than you thought, and the moon hung fat and bloated over head. It started to make your mind wander to places that it shouldn't, remembering how it had reflected in Cell's eyes from the window.

 Like blood mixed with water.

You slapped your own cheeks trying to bring yourself out of the weird morbid place you were rapidly sinking into. Your failure at getting laid had put you in a shit mood and that wasn't helping.

You decided to take a shortcut through the park near the pond starting to feel a little worried about the wrong person seeing you in your skimpy outfit alone. You'd worn a near dangerously short skirt for your mission that just showed the tops of your thigh highs when you moved. It had made you feel sexy in your bedroom but now you just felt humiliated. You kicked a rock into the water with a loud splash and then stopped to grab another and another throwing them angrily into the pond.

You hoped there weren't any homeless weirdos nearby to witness your mental breakdown.

You didn't stop until you couldn't find anything else to throw, finally falling back onto your ass into the dirt, letting out a growl.

"I thought I told you not to go far, human?"

Cell's voice rang out and you scrambled to your feet, nearly falling again from how unsteady you were, wildly checking around yourself. There was no one that you could see hidden amidst the trees and the many shadows they cast. That didn't make you feel any better.

 Was I imagining it?

You were starting to sober up a little, a cold sweat breaking out all over your skin, and you splashed your face with pond water trying not to think about how much rotten bread and duck shit was floating in it. It only served to cause all the things you were trying to forget to come back in full force.

 Cell's stinger sliding through soft flesh.

 Cell's tongue wriggling deep inside.

 Cell greedily sucking at your red swollen nipples not letting a single drop go to waste.

You whimpered trying to plug the burst dam in your head feeling yourself starting to leak onto your thighs beneath your skirt.

 Need to get home.

You stumble ran the rest of the way across the park, taking off your heels to move faster, and still tripping a few times along the way. You threw a nervous glance back over your shoulder every time expecting Cell to be there but each time there was nothing.

The drive home was just as tense, partially out of fear and partially because you were still too drunk for it to be considered an exactly 'legal' experience, with the added danger of your eyes being everywhere but on the road expecting to see Cell any second. Upon finally reaching your apartment building, you heaved a deep sigh of relief, nearly falling out onto the pavement. You were annoyed that you had ruined your favorite pair of stockings seeing how they both ended up with runs all over them from your little jog through the park.

It was the final stretch; you just needed to get into your apartment building and you would be home safe. Heels in hand you hobble walked as fast as you could fumbling with your keys as you went and trying not to hyperventilate.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" the back of your skirt was lifted off of your bare ass cheeks thanks to the lacy thong you had elected to wear, "How should I punish you? First, you don't listen to what I tell you and then you run away from me so that I have to go out of my way to chase you. Twice now I've had to chase you."

Your foot was on the top step, you hadn't even made it to the door this time, and your ass was still uncovered presumably being inspected. That didn't last long until you felt a sharp blow connect across your buttocks making you cry out and fall to all fours. The keys slipped from your hand and hit the bottom of the door frame with a soft jingle that may as well have been your death knell.

You clumsily rolled over onto your back with the intention of kicking out in a pathetic final act of self defense but froze when you saw the monstrosity before you. Cell had gone through another metamorphosis since the last time you'd seen him and was hardly recognizable. He was much larger than before, built like a fucking refrigerator, and disturbingly more human.

He watched you while you gaped at him in open shock; his newly acquired lips twisting into a proper smirk.

Most disturbing of all was how he was hovering above the ground making him seem that much more intimidating from his elevated position over you. You noticed how his shockingly blue eyes slipped down between your legs where your skirt had ridden up giving him an unobstructed view of your panties. You slammed your legs shut and he tsked disapprovingly.

"Stay away from me," you hissed.

"Hmm. No. Also, I don't appreciate this attitude when I've gone out of my way to be reasonable with you."

"Reasonable?! You shot me up with some fucking alien aphrodisiac and all I can think about is-"

Cell's brow was furrowed, "I think there's been a misunderstanding. The effects of my venom last around two or three hours. Just long enough to complete the feeding process. Anything you've experienced since then has nothing to do with me. Unless," he grinned in the most evil way you'd ever seen, "You've been imagining me fucking you, haven't you?"

Your started to protest but your flushed face gave you away as you decided that one of the cars in the parking lot was more interesting than you making eye contact right then.

Cell began to laugh so obnoxiously loud that it nearly hurt your ears and you had to wonder why no one was looking out of their window to witness a nine foot tall bug man floating outside. Once recovered he gave you the most unnerving predatory look and you knew you were in for it, "So that's how it is. If you enjoyed my first form so much I can't wait to see how you'll react once I've attained Perfection."

You had no idea what he was talking about but he was already starting to move in closer to you sending your mind and body into conflict. Your common sense was telling you to run like hell while your pussy was already getting wetter just from the sound of his voice. Even in this repulsive form it did nothing to quell how badly you wanted him inside you again. His tail closed the distance first, lightly trailing along your calf until it reached your inner thigh and started to tease the bottom of your skirt. You couldn't help how your legs naturally parted just the tiniest bit in anticipation.

Cell noticed this and his smile got wider, "My, what a shameless little kitten you are. I've never seen prey so eager to be devoured."

The endearment sent an involuntary shudder through you.

"Just shut up and do it already," you mumbled out not really knowing what you were asking for.

Cell stopped, "Do what?"

"Fuck me," it was nearly shocking how easy it was for you to say when you'd spent the past month not even so much as allowing yourself to masturbate. You just needed to be put out of your misery already.

"No."

You blinked.

"No?"

"No," he repeated, "It isn't possible at this stage. And I think you're forgetting that you defied me twice now so I still need to punish you I'm afraid."

The familiar feeling of fear fell down into your stomach like a coin dropping into the black depths of a well. Too late you realized you'd squandered your only chance at escape, if it had ever existed at all. Cell must have noticed the panic on your face because he suddenly grabbed you in one of those too fast to follow moves of his and tucked you under his arm. You were carried upwards in a blur before being dumped into the alley next to the apartment complex.

A locked privacy fence caged you in on both ends so there was no way you were getting out if you tried to run. Not that Cell needed any extra precautions to stop you.

"Put your hands on the wall."

You hesitated and he sighed, "Do you really want to make it three times?"

You didn't - so you did as he asked.

You were trembling not just from the cold when you felt him move behind you, his massive hands going to your waist and back to bend you more to his liking. Your heart hammered like crazy when he lifted your skirt out of the way exposing your ass. You hated that you had practically gift wrapped yourself for him like this in your sluttiest skirt and panties. If only your potential fuck of the evening could handle his alcohol better you would still be sleeping off an orgasm or two.

Cell hummed appreciatively and something stroked between your legs across where your thong had ridden up between glistening lips.

He pressed his hips against your backside grinding against you suggestively, "Do you want it so badly? Such a strange little human you are getting off on something like this," his stinger was beneath your ear stroking against your pulse like before, "Did you imagine me feeding from you, too? All of this time?"

You had, although, you would never admit it out loud and never to him. You couldn't say much of anything at the moment, feeling lightheaded, it took all of your willpower to hold yourself up. Cell's hand was on your breast then and you shuddered beneath his rough touch that you had tried to replicate in moments of weakness when you were alone in bed or the shower. It was the most fucked up part of it for you. You had enjoyed the unique feeling of leaking from your tits and the pleasurable relief it had given you and this monster to drain you dry.

It was foolish how you weren't trying to fight him with how easily he could break you if he truly wanted. He settled for popping all the buttons off your blouse snaking his tail underneath and tearing it open from the inside. The sound you made was horrendously embarrassing and you tried not think about it too much when your bra met the same fate.

 If this keeps happening I won't have any bras left..

Cell's stinger was at your inner thigh, nearly touching your pussy, and you gasped when he pressed in just hard enough to leave a thin scratch behind, "Do you want it inside you? Hmm?"

You wanted to say no, that was one of your most tender areas, but you only mewled in the most pathetic way while grinding into him, nearly cutting yourself deeper in the process. Cell was entertained by your eagerness; you were just as excited as you had been while under the influence of his toxin. Maybe even more so. It seemed he had chosen well for his surrogate.

Although he would have, admittedly, appreciated a little more fight than this.

Cell penetrated you and your eyes rolled back from a twisted amalgam of pain and ecstasy as those blistering waves of heat spread through your blood. It wasn't as agonizing as before, in fact, it was nearly euphoric and you wondered if it was because his venom had undergone changes just like his physical form. It made sense that he would need a different formula produced from your body for the next stage and that was why the effects from the first feeding were temporary.

"God," you whimpered. Your nipples were already starting to tingle and your breasts felt full.

"Not yet. But very soon," Cell purred next to your ear, "It's a strange thing but I'm actually looking forward to fucking you, human. You should feel honored to have my cock when the time comes."

Cell toyed with one of your nipples encouraging it to leak milk through his fingers. Or whatever weird shit he was making your body create as sustenance - you didn't fully understand it and weren't sure if you wanted to. He popped them into his mouth sucking them dry with the same insatiable hunger as before. His chest rumbled against your back as a sign he was getting more excited coupled with how he held back less in the way he handled you.

Unexpectedly, he flipped you around and looped your legs around his waist, the size difference between you having never been more apparent with you pinned against the wall.

The end of his tail came up underneath you and you felt a cold chill of fear with the sharp end so close to your cunt. You thought he may actually stick it inside you when he altered the shape of it, having more control over it's form that you originally believed, it now closely resembled a phallic shape. It was a very minimalist idea of a cock with a mushroom head and widening ridges along it's length. You wondered if it was modeled after his own.

There was no warning, no preparation, not that you needed it, when he brutally slammed it inside you ripping through your panties in the process. You threw your head back in a wild scream of blissful pain that made you forget your own name feeling a line of drool coming from the corner of your lips. Cell growled and silenced you with the most filthy kiss you had ever experienced, his wide tongue invading your smaller mouth, and you could taste your own milk. It was oddly sweet and you sought more of it sucking at the invading muscle which seemed to make Cell even more feral.

His tail rammed at you from below through the hole in your panties soaking the fabric with your juices while you flopped helplessly against him. Your breasts bounced and leaked droplets all over his chest. That seemed to remind him of his hunger so he lifted you higher and took your breast into his mouth enveloping the entire globe while he sloppily sucked never breaking the rhythm of fucking you. All you could do was ride it out, one of your hands going to the back of his head in encouragement to take from you.

Cell hummed against your skin forcing the end of his tail all the way in hitting against your cervix and bringing fresh tears to your eyes.

Heaven and hell collided in your body as you had the most blindingly painful orgasm of your life, the pleasurable contractions offset by the awful uncomfortable feeling behind your stomach of having your cervix abused at the same time. He didn't stop this time when you came, just kept fucking you through it, the sounds of your body turning wetter and louder where you were connected. It was a troubling sort of pleasure not knowing how much damage he was doing to you at the same time. You quickly understood Cell intended to make you suffer by the sadistic glint in those blue eyes and the machine like way he never slowed no matter how many times you came.

Indeed you were a broken thing by the time he dropped you back on the stairs of your apartment you were crawling unable to stand trying to find your keys with the insides of your thighs coated in what you hoped was only your cum.

"I would suggest there isn't another incident like this one. I'll find you when the time is right so be sure to wait like a good girl," Cell said from somewhere behind and above you.

By the time you turned around he was already gone.

 So much for buying a gun.

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in reference to the ask requesting you to tag your stuff as suggestive, maybe just go for tagging it as nudity/artistic nudity/partial nudity? cause tagging breastfeeding a literal baby as suggestive is kinda yikes anon please rephrase lol

excatly what i was thinking ill go with nudity tags tyy :D ngl seems gross to tag breastfeeding as suggestive jrgnvrfvj