#that and babytalk-

[queryscorner]

Guys, hot take:

Smiling itself is a tease-

Like hear me out-

Let me paint you a picture okay?!

Youre getting wrecked, [insert ler] is just spidering around your sides or poking around your ribs in silence, and when you look up, theyre watching you with just a fond smile, they just look genuinely happy-

Like-

how dare you!?

Now i look like bob the tomato?!

What do you mean you like my laugh!? What do you mean you think my smile is cute?! What do you mean youre genuinely enjoying spending your time with me!?

Like- dont look at me- just- ADKSBZOAKDSL- ughhhhh!!!! >:[

Meanie.

[2kiran]

18+ M!READER

“There you go, good boy.” His hand cups your jaw, his lips ghosting over your own before they settle on your cheek. He simply looked too good, acted too nice, and you weren’t able to resist. His tongue lazily drags all the way to your neck, latching onto a sweet spot as he teasingly rolls his hips.

You shudder, your hands curling around his thighs. “Stop callin’ me that—” you’re cut off by your own groan when he suddenly grounds down against your clothed cock. He softly chuckles, the husky timbre muffled. “Why, don’t you like bein’ told you’re good?” He grinds in small, tantalizing circles, paired with a harsh bite, “My good boy. C’mon, take everything I give you.”

[megamindsupremacy]

So like, y'all know that popular Star Wars fic trope of Time Traveling Obi-Wan Kenobi where he dies and then wakes up in his 11ish year old body back in the Jedi Temple? You know how usually he wakes up, has a few minutes/hours of confusion, and then goes about trying to act like he was at age 11 while slowly fixing everything wrong with the Jedi Order? Personally I think he would not do that.

I think that Ben "Lived As A Wizard Hermit For Two Decades On Tattooine, Left, And Then Died Immediately" Kenobi would wake up as an eleven-year-old, have a panic attack, attack the nearest adult Jedi while accusing them of Doing Weird Sith Shit To His Brain, fucking flee, only then realize he has time traveled, steal someone's ship, go flying out of the temple to god knows where, continue panicking, crash into a random moon while distracted, nearly die, build a survival camp out of his broken ass ship and eat whatever bugs he can find, get kidnapped by pirates, overthrow said pirates, steal their ship, and then very calmly return to the Jedi temple like nothing happened.

Then and only then do I think he would start trying to act like a normal human person (while also dodging questions such as "what the fuck was that" and "where were you" and "is that a pirate's ship?"), except he'd be bad at it due to having lived as an Insane Wizard Desert Hermit for the past twenty years who has experienced enough trauma and time that he doesn't super well remember the details of his childhood, what with all of the wars and death and wars and such.

His acting convinces nobody, but nobody is sure what exactly to do about All Of That so he's for the most part left alone (after very vehemently refusing sptherapy), all the way up until he catches a glimpse of palpatine out of the corner of his eye and then its On Sight

[omegalerc]

https://www.tumblr.com/deercharles/683361051709980672/can-you-stop-one-of-the-babiest-moment-of you need to see this. If you havent already ����

thank you anon truly. i will guard this in my sick and twisted brain forever

[wardensantoineandevka]

every time anyone that's even slightly critical of C3 calmly writes a post that's longer than 750 words in an attempt to unpack what they feel is not working in the campaign or what's happening in the fandom, there's a rash of its defenders going "why are the haters always writing these long posts all the time, we don't need anyone to be writing novels, why is the post so long. it's so ridiculous that anyone is writing essays."

personally, especially if I was trying to position myself as having intelligent and complex opinions and capable of paying attention to episodes that are five hours long on a weekly basis, I would not admit I thought 1.5k words was dissertation length.

it's especially funny because many of the same people keep stamping their feet that critics never explain their perspectives or stances, then they're mockingly dismissive when doing so doesn't fit into a tweet.

not to make it sound grave, but it's anti-intellectual, it's simplistic. above all: it's juvenile, childish, asking to be treated as a child. wah, so silly anyone could possibly have a meaningful thought that requires enough space it doesn't fit on my phone screen at once.

[ashe-smash]

Baby Talk | Chapter 2: Ovulation Ao3 Piccolo x Reader (Female Reader) Previous Chapter

Tags/ CW: Infertility/Reproductive Incompatibility, Themes of Infertility, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alien/Human Relationships, Namekian Biology, Piccolo has a Diccolo, mention of periods, sex toy usage, egg toy, egg laying?, smut, fingering, oral sex (blowjob), PIV sex, emotional sex, roleplay, Breeding Kink Reader is described with hair that can be grabbed, mentions of grief (Later Chapters) Oviposition, Pregnancy, Alien Pregnancy. We're still in the Hurt of the Hurt/Comfort Folks.

Word Count: ~5.3k

You get your period a week later and it sucks. It usually sucks but this time it’s just the awful cherry on top.

There were times in years past when you praised the heavens you even got it at all. Now you don’t even have a reason to worry about it being late which seems extra cruel. Like pressing on a too fresh bruise. Your biology is taunting you by just doing its natural job. You hate to continue stewing on the topic when you and your partner have essentially come to a dead end on it. Do not pass Go, do not collect 200 zenni, no baby- now or ever. 

The worst part is that Piccolo hovers when he returns from training. It’s worse than it usually is. 

“Get over here, you big dork.” You kick off your blankets from the pathetic little nook you’ve created on the couch. 

“You don’t feel well.” Piccolo almost pouts (he’d never admit to it, play it off as his general bluntness.) 

“I’d feel better if my big strong boyfriend came over here and squished me.” You try to entice. 

Worst feeling of all is that he hesitates. You know it’s because he’s worried about you not feeling well- he likes to be helpful when you need him. So enticing him into snuggling up with you means he isn’t quite available like that. 

Admittedly, your relationship has hit a rough patch. Really, not much changes- you’re just sadder.  You’re not sure Piccolo understands abstract grief, if he quite understands grief at all. Sex is a little rocky, but Piccolo’s sex drive kind of depends on yours. He still holds you at night while you sleep and he meditates. 

It’s no one’s fault. Well, you wouldn’t blame Piccolo. 

You decide you need a weekend getaway together. Planning it gives you something to do while you’re too miserable to do anything deemed more important. You can look at beaches and mountains while you’re curled up in bed or the couch while you wait for the pain reliever or heating pad to do its work. You book a cabin for when work isn’t going to be busy and hope the world isn’t exploding or whatever then. 

You also decide to make the weekend as ‘normal’ as possible. You pack Piccolo clothes that aren’t his gi,  even if he’ll probably just end up wearing it anyways and drive to your destination. 

The two of you are settling into your vacation lodging. You’re doing something in the kitchen, probably snacking- Piccolo finds something else to do when you’re eating usually. He starts putting the things you’d packed for the weekend away in the set of drawers in the bedroom. 

Halfway through, he finds a little purple velvet bag he doesn’t recognize. 

Inside is an egg. It’s squishy but still has a bit of firmness to it and is swirled with different shades of green. On the wider side it has a little tail with a loop at the end. 

It’s clearly either a new acquisition or something you’ve never shown him. The latter would be odd, he’d seen a lot of your stuff when you’d moved into him. You even showed him your smutty alien romance books.  “What’s this?” 

Your eyes widen at the toy in his hand. 

“I thought, maybe.” You pause to collect your words, fidgeting a bit. Why are you nervous? “I thought maybe we could try… roleplay?” 

“I don’t think I know what that word is?” 

“It’s like … pretending? But during sex… to make it more interesting?” 

You’ve had to teach him pretty much everything about sex. This is a new one. The squishy egg thing is  still unknown. “So what’s this for?” 

Your cheeks are flushed. “I thought we could … pretend. It goes … in me?” Piccolo cocks his head, appraising the piece of silicone. If his eyes were lighter colored, you’d see his pupils dilate wide.  “It’s a silly idea, we don’t have to.” You say hurriedly. 

Piccolo wraps a hand around your forearm to pull you closer. “Can we try it now?” 

It flusters you for a second. “Yeah, big guy. We can try it now.” 

You need a moment to emotionally prepare yourself and clean up your snack. Plus you had an extra surprise planned for this. Piccolo retrieves extra bedding from the linen closet and makes a “bed”- little more than a nest of pillows and blankets in the main room. He worries about making a mess in the actual bed so this will do. 

You seem nervous when you join him, which is odd for you. You’ve always been the more confident one when it comes to bedroom activities. Even so, you smile at the little bed he’s kneeling in. It’s reminiscent of the beginning of your relationship, when he didn’t have a bed. “I’m not wearing cute undies.” You squeeze your fingers.

“That’s okay.” He doesn’t really care about your underwear choices, getting to see you in anything is great. He’s not particularly a connoisseur of women’s underwear. 

You shrug. “I thought it’d be fun… for this.” 

“You can change if you want.” Piccolo is plenty patient after all. 

“It’s alright… We might need lube though.” You glance back at the bedroom. Before you can go to retrieve it yourself, Piccolo extends his arm to snag the bottle of lube you’d packed in your bag. It’s tossed to the perimeter of the bedding.

“I need help with what I’m supposed to do.” Piccolo holds the little egg carefully between two fingers.

You shake your head. “We can just do the regular stuff. We don’t have to do that.” 

“I want to. Don’t you?” Piccolo cocks his head at you. You bought and packed it to be used right? 

He watches you hesitate, picking at a piece of dry skin on your bottom lip. He pries your hand away before you can make yourself bleed. “I guess I’m just not… ready.” 

“Not ready now or not ready until later?”

You shrug. Piccolo feels like he’s messed up. You’re a planner by nature- you probably had something planned and it’s thrown you off that he’s launched you straight into it. 

He sets the toy down next to the bottle of lube, deciding to forget about it for now. It might get lost in the sheets all together anyways. “Will you come lie down with me? I bet you’re tired from traveling, huh?” 

Before you climb into the little love nest, you shuck off your sweatpants. Your underwear are not as ghastly as you seem to think they are. A simple practical pair. He has a feeling that you had something “sexier” picked out, made of lace and straps. Your bra has been long since shucked off after arriving at your vacation lodging. 

You’re always up for a nice cuddle and he is right, you are tired. He rubs at the base of your neck and you practically purr. Maybe a nap would do you good and you’ll be right and ready after. 

“Lay on your stomach for me?” 

You look at him skeptically, but logically you know your partner isn’t one to cause mischief.  You tuck a pillow under your head and turn over.  

Laying on your stomach, in nothing but a pair of panties. Piccolo’s goal is to make you more comfortable.

He skips your lower half for now- you might need him to work out those muscles after fun times. Although it might be fun to pin you down and make you stretch your leg muscles while you squirm underneath him, Piccolo currently aims to actually accomplish his goal. 

Maybe later though. 

You’re always complaining about your back hurting, usually a result of sitting improperly while you work. You sigh as he works his thumbs into the knots. 

Slowly he works his hands up your back, over each segment of your spine. Piccolo spends the most time on your neck and shoulders. It’s where you’re holding the most tension. You do a very convincing job of enticing him to continue, groaning and sighing. 

Rubs his thumb into the base of your skull. You seem properly relaxed, laying slack in the floor bed. 

Piccolo slides a large hand from the back of your neck to under your jaw. Very gently he lifts your head so you look at him above you. 

“Hey Big Guy.” You smile lazily at him. Anyone else should be far more afraid with his hand around their throat. He ducks down, a little to the side to force you into a kiss. The position of the kiss forces him to drape over you, careful to not squish you too much. “Want me to touch you more?” 

You squirm, arching against him. You like it when he uses his size and weight against you. He’s usually extra careful about it but there are times when he can use it to his advantage. “Y-yeah, Lo.” 

Piccolo thinks you just need him to take the lead  tonight. People outside of the relationship probably assume Piccolo is the more dominant of the two of you. He’s bigger and stronger, he’s the “man.” In some ways it’s true, but more often than not you’re the one guiding the situation when it comes to the bedroom. He yields to you when it’s needed. 

He runs his knuckles over the crotch of your panties. “Here?” 

You nod wordlessly, lifting your hips as a means to entice him further. It’s not like it’s hard either. 

Back in the beginning of your relationship, you were quite concerned about taking ‘advantage’ of the Namekian- despite him being a more powerful being but you being the more experienced person. Tonight, he’s the one making sure everything is on track and fun. 

You lift your hips so he can pull off your underwear, finally leaving you fully naked for him. You’re already wet, not enough but more than your body’s natural wetness. 

He starts slowly, just barely touching you, splitting your folds with the back of his fingers. Clearly you’re pent up from the lack of intimacy in the relationship recently. Now that Piccolo thinks about it, he doesn’t think you’ve had any alone time either. 

Piccolo has learned he’s good with his fingers. It’s not hard to bring you towards release with them. Only very rarely does he deny you of it, but not today.

He might be relatively novice, but he did have a pretty good teacher. Works his fingers in and out of your spasming walls. Tucks his unoccupied hand around your hip and under you so he can rub circles around your clit. The position is a little awkward for that but it’s enough stimulation.  

Lying on your stomach gives him ample access to  the sensitive spot inside you.  He does wish he could see your face better in this position, but you’ve buried it in the pillow. 

He watches you grip at the pillow and the linens beneath you. All those muscles he worked so hard to rub out go tight, tight, tight and then finally, go completely lax. 

When he pulls his fingers out of you, he finds that the fluids left behind are clear and sticky. He unceremoniously wipes it in the bedding. You’re laid slack, trying to catch your breath,  “All done?” Piccolo asks,  rubbing gently where the back of your thigh meets your butt cheek.

It takes a second before you can calm your breathing, or maybe find your voice. You turn your head to look at him, seemingly thinking for a minute. 

“Can I give you a blowjob?” 

Piccolo makes a face. He’s never quite understood the appeal of that. Sure, your mouth is warm and wet like the entrance between your legs but one doesn’t have teeth and doesn’t involve sticking his dick into where you breathe from. You’ve admitted you don’t mind him not particularly liking them. 

But you’re asking to do it, so that must mean you want to. 

“I’m not… out yet.” Aroused yes, but it’s not uncommon when he needs a little extra effort for this part. 

“You know I don’t mind.” In all honesty, his anatomy isn’t too dissimilar to yours when he’s sheathed. It doesn’t quite provide the same stimulation as it does for you, but it does mean you perform similar foreplay acts on him. Usually that’s about as close as he lets you get with your mouth, using your tongue on his slit. 

Like he’s learned how to satisfy you, you’ve learned how to for his body. A little coaxing with your fingers and he slides right out for your waiting mouth. You guide him to grip at your hair, seeming pleased when he takes a good fistful. Bobbing your head with a nod and humming around him. 

Eventually you dare to go deeper, he’d probably barely notice it he couldn’t feel your gag reflex reacting to the intrusion. You’re going slow enough that it’s not a problem. 

It’s hard to keep his hips still. Despite his logical mind being weary of this act, the baser part of his instincts do very much want to grip you by the skull and drive his cock down as far down your throat as it can go. Hard. So he just grips at your hair a little tighter. 

Piccolo thinks you’re doing a very good job at trying to be enticing. At your height difference with this position, you can’t even reach the hilt, but it’s enough. But it’s hard to watch you struggle, even if both of you are seemingly enjoying it. 

“I’m not going to … finish like this.” It feels good, sure, you’re very good at whatever you’re doing with your mouth. Maybe it’s a mental thing. He’s let you have your amusement. 

“You wanna come inside me?” You coo sweetly, continuing to mouth at his shaft. He grunts, tugging your hair again, this time to try to redirect you to the next part. 

A little giggle bubbles out of you, before you flop back into the blankets. If it wouldn’t mean practically tackling you, he would have caught you to make sure you don’t bump your head. 

“The toy can’t go in before…” You kind of nod your head. “Maybe after, okay?” 

Piccolo nods. “What else should I do?” 

“Just dirty talk I guess. Say what you wanna do to me with the toy.” Piccolo ponders. He’s never been quite good at that part. “I can help with it, bud.” You add, easing him back into your little love nest. 

You decide to be on top- another uncommon occurrence in your bedroom activities. Piccolo’s hips are hard to accommodate in this position and you don’t always have the endurance in your hips and knees to  keep up with it. The position lets him slip deeper than any of them, the blunt end of his cock nudging against the plug of your womb. Makes you gasp. 

“Too much?” 

You rock against him. “Jus’ gotta get used to it. Can feel you all the way here.” You pet across your lower stomach. 

He should have been more diligent about keeping you stretched out, even if you aren’t actively having sex in recent times. But it really only does take a moment and then you’re putting in a valiant effort to bounce on his cock. 

“You wanna put the egg in me? Deep like this,” you guide his hand to press into the fat of your tummy. “Right here?” 

Oh this is the Roleplay thing. 

A growl rumbles deep from his chest. Your eyes go wide and your hips stutter in response. Then you surge forward to kiss him a little too eagerly and he has to catch you so you don’t smash your face into his. It’d likely hurt you more than him. 

Like this your movements turn more into grinding than bouncing. He flexes his hips to push himself deeper into you. “You want it bad too, huh?” 

“Ye- yeah, Lo.”

He takes the initiative and grabs you to flip both of you over. It makes you squeal in surprise. For a moment, Piccolo loses himself in the fantasy. He almost believes that if he indeed tried hard enough, he could fuck you hard enough that it would take. (If he weren’t mostly concerned about how you feel wrapped around him, he’d wonder where that urge comes from.) 

Piccolo knows you’ll stop him if he’s being too rough. Your fingernails trace the ridges on his arms. They dig in as you try to hang onto him, it doesn’t really hurt as he has thicker skin, but he is aware of the feeling. 

You’re perfect. Warm, tight, clenching around his cock. His partner, mate, whatever. Love of his life. Future mother of his-

It should give him pause, but instead it hits him like a train. “You just gotta come for me big guy.” You lock your legs around him best you can. It should be embarrassing, how easily you can coax him into an orgasm. But how could it be when you’re so very convincing? 

It hits hard, cumming feels like he’s been wrung completely dry. For all the resolve he’s put into training his muscles, now they seem particularly useless. He goes slack on top of you. 

Piccolo is heavy. It’s rare he rests his full weight on top of you to prevent actually squashing you. You like it though. At this moment, he needs it. Needs to stay inside you for a little bit longer, so close there’s no difference between where you end and he begins. 

“It’s not often you’re the one tired out after one round.” You coo, breathily. It’s hard to catch your breath when your giant boyfriend is doing his best impression of your weighted blanket. 

Piccolo's stamina has nothing to do with this, even if it was particularly intense. 

You shiver a little when Piccolo pulls out, unplugging your entrance and letting his fluids dribble out of you. It’s noticeably a lot more than usual- clear evidence of the lack of intimacy between you two as of late. 

You whine at the feeling, attempting to clamp your legs together. Or maybe because your boyfriend is openly staring at your pussy. The evidence of his climax is clear as day. “You didn’t come.” 

You shrug half heartedly. “I was close.” You once explained to him, sometimes it just doesn’t happen. That’s probably especially true when your partner comes embarrassingly fast. “We weren’t supposed to be done after you’re finished.” 

You half roll over to rifle through fabric, procuring the items deposited there. The little toy- the egg and the lube. It’s a little bigger than a chicken egg. “I can do it if you don’t want to.” No, he definitely wants to do it. 

“I can do it.” 

You give him a little nod. Reassurance for you or him, he’s not sure. “Just push it in gently with your fingers. Not too deep, I don’t want to struggle getting it out.” 

Some sick part of Piccolo does like the idea of that. Maybe a larger one, that you have to push and push and push to free it from your body. It slides in easily with some lube and the mixture of your fluids. He watches you clench around the silicone toy. 

“How does it feel?” If he pressed his fingers into the flesh of your pubic mound, he could probably feel it inside of you if he pushed hard enough. That’d probably be uncomfortable so he just caresses there firmly. 

You whimper, your hips twitching to meet his fingers. “It’s just kind of a pressure. Feels full- Good job, you did a good job.” 

Piccolo’s cock twitches to life again, it hasn’t sheathed yet. That feral feeling has twitched to life again too. Hauls you into his lap so he can notch against your hole. 

“Careful!” Your hips jump a little, he’s not sure if you’re trying to retreat or seek more stimulation. 

He cocks his head at you. “We gotta… complete the goal, right? Can’t just put the egg in you.” He keeps a hand splayed across your pelvis. You whine, head bobbing a little. Your eggs have to be fertilized. It doesn’t make sense- he doesn’t even produce sperm. Piccolo knows he can’t penetrate you now, you told him such and he knows how to listen. “I won’t go in, just… close enough.” He pushes against your folds. It’s slick and you’re just getting wetter. 

He can't help but be entranced by the way you clench around the toy. That must be the point of the toy, to put pressure on your g-spot without actual penetration. The simulation of a part of his own biology is just an added bonus. He wonders if you could keep it inserted throughout the day another time. Will you want to use the toy again? Or is it just for this special occasion? 

Your back bows more and more while he rubs practiced circles against your clit.  Gently, he pushes his fingers back into you to press the toy harder against your walls. He's being careful, keeping the little tail tucked between them. “Do a good job for me too. Come for me .” You whine again. Now that he’s got his fingers inside you he can feel it, clenching tight tight tight. Keeping an even pace with his other hand around your bud. 

“Wait-” You cry but it's already too late. The wave comes crashing over you and with it a tidal of fluids gushing out of you. “Oh shit-” 

Piccolo pushes forward and replaces his fingers inside you with his cock, not in- just enough that the blunt head is pushed in a little. You struggle to find purchase somewhere to hold on, but it does prove helpful as you touch all over his shoulders and arm and chest.  All it takes him is one and then two firm strokes of himself and his own wave comes crashing over him. 

“Good job.” He groans as he rides through his own second orgasm. You shiver when he pushes himself through your folds once again. He rewards you with kisses pressed to your face. 

Piccolo rolls off you this time- sparing you the full body contact. You cross your arms loosely over your chest, he watches it heave as you come back to your brain. Gives you a minute or two before he sits himself up to move on to the next part.  “Are you going to lay here for a while?” 

You roll over a little, cringing at the feeling of the cooling fluids between your legs. It's all over you honestly. “We should clean up- I gotta get this thing out of me first, it can’t stay in for too long.” 

“Do you need help with that part?” He did put it in after all, he could have pulled it out when he had his fingers in you before. That might have proved to be unsatisfactory at the moment however. 

“No it’s easy enough to remove- it’s why it’s got the tail. I just gotta-“ You roll over fully so you can sit up. You wobble a bit, your legs and hips and likely your whole body turned to jello. 

Piccolo wraps a strong arm around your shoulders to steady you. You make a noise somewhere between a hum and a groan, knocking your forehead against his shoulder. “Dizzy?” 

“A little.” 

“Take your time.” He can hold you for as long as you need. 

You take another moment before reaching between your legs. You’re trying to take it slow, either prolong the feeling or delay the ending all together. Maybe next time you’ll let him feel you doing it, or even do it himself.  You grunt a little. He hears a soft pop as you pull the toy out of your entrance. 

You pull your face away from where your forehead rested against his shoulder. There are a few wet lines running the lengths of your cheeks. You’re crying. “Did that hurt?” Piccolo thumbs at a fat tear. 

You jerk back, like you’ve been startled. “No, it’s fine.” Your voice betrays you, cracking. You turn your face away, hiding it as you wipe away the tears. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“S’nothing, it just happens sometimes. Hormones or something.” You shrug. You’ve never cried after sex before, not with Piccolo at least. Maybe a tear or two that escapes during pleasure, but not like this. 

“You’re really okay?” You nod with your face hidden in your hands. “… you’ll feel better if we get cleaned up. Do you want a bath, shower?” You probably feel pretty gross. 

You deflate. “Not right now.” 

Piccolo resorts to picking you up to go to the  bathroom. Lets you use the toilet in private while he retrieves clean things for you both. Forgoes any of the pajamas you’d packed for yourself and picks out one of his shirts instead. His clothes usually end up in your wardrobe eventually, although it has grown significantly since the two of you started dating. He also grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. 

He hears the sink running when he returns. Steam billows up from the faucet, indicating you let the flow heat up. You just stare at it. 

Piccolo picks you up again, setting you on the counter which makes you shiver. Puts the bottle of water in your hands. “I’m sorry.” He’s partially apologizing for you being cold, but maybe also the other stuff. 

You shake your head. “Not your fault. I thought it’d be fun.” 

You don’t seem particularly motivated to actually get to the task at hand: cleaning yourself up. It’s alright, he can do it. 

He’d seen you fish your toiletries bag out of your luggage when the two of you’d first arrived. First, he turns down the temperature of the water to wet a washcloth. Hands it to you with some of your face wash deposited on the cloth. Hopefully it will help calm some of the splotchiness on your face from crying. 

Rinses the cloth thoroughly after you hand it back. He only lets you clean your face since it’s easier, he has big hands and doesn’t particularly want to poke you in the eye. To help, he does a diligent job of wiping between your legs. “You didn’t enjoy it at all?” 

Your eyes go wide- for a second he thinks you might start crying again. “I did- it felt good- I just-“ You’re not close enough to starting your period again for you to be feeling like this. Cracked open like an egg, raw.

“Shh, deep breath. I’m not upset.” Piccolo smooths a big hand over the side of your face. He’s just worried he pushed a boundary he didn’t quite know existed. 

You lean into him, which is a good sign that you’re not upset or uncomfortable by him. “The sex was fine. I just-” you worry your bottom lip with your teeth for a second. “I thought we could find satisfaction with the toy.” 

“I pushed you to use it before you were ready.” 

“I’m the one who bought and packed it. I thought I’d be fine with playing and then I had to-  I didn’t think it through all the way, Lo.” You sigh. Piccolo rubs your temple. He’s only so good at the soothing part.

“We’ve been naked too long.” You grumble, pushing off the counter after a few minutes of silent comforting.  You go grab a dry towel. He watches you in the mirror as you dry off. He cleans himself and washes his hands, you set to work on putting your clothes. Well you pick them up from where he set them on top of the toilet. 

“You know I’m not just… sad right?” You fiddle with your underwear. “I’m trying not to be but it’s not just being sad. It’s grieving, but not like if I lost something or someone. Like I’m grieving something I’ll never know.” 

Piccolo doesn’t know what to say. 

“It’s okay if you don’t understand.” You’re idling to put your clothes on still, so he’s able to pull his pants on before you even step into your underwear. 

You’re used to this part in your relationship. Sometimes Piccolo needs time to process and learn what things actually mean. Right now it feels like it’s never been this severe. 

He pulls his shirt from your grip, deciding to let you put your underwear on.  Maybe he’s letting you keep that boundary, even if that really doesn’t make much logical sense. Pulling it over your head for you. 

You decide to skip the underwear all together once you stick your arms through the sleeves. “I’m going to go to the bedroom, okay?” 

Piccolo follows, much like he always does.

“You can go out if you want.” You tuck yourself into the duvet on the bed. You’re likely going to take a post sex nap. You were ready to have a good cuddle and take a nap before everything. The emotions probably didn’t help on that front either. 

Piccolo frowns. You’ve been offering that more, letting him leave when you’re planning on resting or even just sleeping at night. It was fairly common in the beginning of your relationship. Back then he didn’t always hold you when you slept, but he did often stay with you at least.

He knows he’s absolutely going to not do that. He slides into the bedding with you. Slots a thick thigh between yours and wraps his arms around yours. His fist settles against your sternum so he can feel your heartbeat. His other arm pillows your hands head, you give his palm a kiss before you interlock your fingers with his. 

The position forces you to settle, like he’s wrestled you into a nap. Instead of following suit and closing his eyes, Piccolo watches you as you lie in his arms. 

“Bud, you know I can’t sleep if you’re staring.” 

“Sometimes, I miss you. But not because I haven’t seen you, I miss you like you’re… gone.” There will be someday when he will never see you again. Piccolo will outlive you and he’s never realized that's what he’s feeling. 

You’re feeling that for something, someone who will never exist. 

“I wish… I could give you an …egg? Maybe just a baby, I guess.” He’s decided to try a new game of Pretending.  

You’re silent for a moment. “You’re lucky I don’t mind, that's as weird as it sounds.” You make a plucking motion at him, pretending to eat something. “How would that even work? Swallow it and puke up a baby?” 

It wouldn’t. It’s not possible anyways but he lets you entertain it.  Maybe he is too. 

“… I think you’re the weird one.” 

“Alright, Green Bean.” 

Piccolo pinches your thigh, makes you giggle. “I thought you were napping?” Ignore the fact he’s the one who is keeping you up to begin with. 

You yawn. “I wish … we had takeout.” 

“I can get it for you.”

“I want it to just magically appear though!” You make a tiny pinching motion with your fingers again. “You should make a tiny set of dragon balls- for the silly things. Like the size of marbles.” 

“Ours are the smallest set. You do know they aren’t always used for serious stuff.” 

“For Chinese food though?” 

Honestly, the dragon balls have been used for less for serious stuff- like resurrection of people or planets and more for things like Bulma’s cosmetic alterations,  woman’s panties. Piccolo shrugs. “I guess probably not that.” 

“See! We need tiny ones, maybe there’d only be like… four. The dragon could be … a snake. Wait then they’d be snake balls.” 

Piccolo rolls himself over onto his back, still keeping you close. “I need to meditate to forget this conversation.” 

You snort. Your silly little game (annoy your boyfriend for your own amusement) has been won, even if you were the one playing it. He sees you open your mouth to say something again, but covers your mouth before you can. “Nap.” 

You settle again now that your mood is lighter. Still a little sad, but you might always be. You silently decide that next weekend trip or getaway will probably include Pan. 

[ghost-proofbaby]

telling myself to continue on like normal and write like normal but how am i supposed to do that when i know my world is ending in 24 hours?

tw for tags: i accidentally rambled on and aired out all my grief for my dog

[antebellumite]

?????????????? do not ??? make me read stalins uwu speak

[izakk-tiberius-kyle]

*Throws @baby-jamie-todd at you*

Nope. Take em back. Don't want.

[t00thpasteface]

i desperately need everyone who talks cutesy or silly as a quirk, for whatever reason you might do so, to understand that is still very possible to be rude no matter how twee and childish you're talking. in fact sometimes it's disrespectful specifically because you're being childish about it. the correct way to refer to your lab TA is "the TA", not "that lady", and it is not polite to ask how old someone is by asking "how many old do you has", nor is it polite to respond to their answer with "wow! you has a LOT of old!"

like i get that you're autistic, but i am too, and that's why i need you to say "kidney" and "scalpel" instead of "flappy-flap" and "pointy stick".

it shouldn't be unreasonable to ask that you talk at a high school level of grammar and syntax at minimum when you're a taxpaying adult in your 20s and handling sharp objects and dead animals

[t4ct1c4l-fluk3]

The results of the ultrasound came back, it’s a girl!

YEAH A LITTLE BABY GIRL

[2kiran]

something about logan howlett patching your shoulder up, his calloused hands surprisingly gentle as they stitch your wound close. he’s looming over you, eyes fixated entirely on your form. in a haze of pain, your hand reaches out to curl around his hip and roughly squeeze with a low groan, unintentionally tugging him closer to your seated position.

“you okay, bub?”

“yeah...”

there’s something about it that makes his cock throb; how your reflex is grabbing onto him, how your voice is hoarse, and fucking hell, the smell and sight of you bleeding like that... he’s never letting anyone else fix you up. and oh, he wants you to squeeze something else.

[tiredtriedfailures]

snabi and dabi together i need to be there i need to pet snabi with him rrrrgrrhhhhh rrrrrrrr i NEED IT

[johncon]

I'm sorry this happened. I didn't want this to happen to you, I didn't ask them for it.

@annemarie-stark

I just don't- understand you at all. How can this, any of this, be anything other than the most horrifying thing to endure for you? I'm- terrified. Why aren't you?

[saint-nevermore]

i couldn't afford the real boiled plush when it happened so i meshed him in blender and put him in second life. he also has a CRT TV for his box. he loves the smell of salts and oils

[ashe-smash]

Baby Talk | Chapter 2.5 Trying Ao3

Piccolo x Reader (Female Reader) Previous Chapter

Tags/ CW: Infertility/Reproductive Incompatibility, Themes of Infertility, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alien/Human Relationships, Namekian Biology, Piccolo has a Diccolo, cockwarming, piv, (Later Chapters) Oviposition, Pregnancy, Alien Pregnancy.

Word Count: ~2.3k

Happy Piccolo Day! A little bonus chappie, I didn't mean for it to take so long, I felt like Piccolo and Reader needed some extra comfort and bonding after Ch.2.

You get so warm when you sleep. Piccolo would almost worry about a fever if he didn’t know better. 

He lets you nap for longer than you should, the evening has come and it’s gotten dark outside. You’re exhausted and while it’ll only be a long weekend, this is supposed to be a vacation. It’s supposed to be relaxing. 

He knows you’ll probably be hungry soon. Piccolo, despite not usually eating himself, can usually figure out what he thinks you’ll like. He’d go get something for you, but he didn’t want you to wake up alone. You shift a little, huffing as you push the blankets away in an attempt to cool down.

“Ready to wake up?”

You groan, still not quite awake. “Never” 

You hate when your feet touch when you overheat, so you hook one of your legs over his. It forces you to roll over a little. It seems you’re just as hesitant to break the physical contact as he is. There’s no pressing matters, you’re on vacation. The two of you can remain glued to each other for just a little bit longer. 

You shift a little more and his pelvis slots against your bum. “You’re still hard?” 

“Not really.” Unlike humans, Piccolo doesn’t really have a flaccid state. Just unsheathed and sheathed. “It happens sometimes.” 

“Do you want help with it?” 

“It’s fine, it’ll go down in a little bit.”  

“You could just put it in.” You have that little lilt to your voice when you’re being cheeky. “Just for a little bit.”

Piccolo slides his hand downward, at some point it’d settled across your belly. “Was earlier not enough for you? Were you having good dreams?” Forgoing your underwear gives him easy access. You’re wet again. Eager too apparently, because you spread your legs a little more to give him more. 

A giggle bubbles from your chest. “Maybe I just wanna be closer for a while.” You seem to be in better spirits now, the rest probably helped. 

You turn your head to kiss him. It’s slow, and you gasp into his mouth when he prods at your folds. It’s barely any stimulation, maybe you’re a little sore from earlier. “Sensitive?” 

You kind of make a hum, sort of a groan. “It’s fine- please?” 

“I’m not going to make you beg.” 

He manages to kick off his pants before he shifts you again, just to align everything  better. Believe it or not, it’s quite easy for Piccolo to physically manipulate you. One of the perks of having a big, strong extraterrestrial boyfriend. 

He situates you with your side to his front, a bit rolled over  with one of his arms wrapped around your waist from underneath. Your leg hooked over his hip to keep you spread for him.  You’re still relaxed from earlier, he only meets a bit of resistance from your walls when he pushes in. 

It’s a little bit awkward considering the position, but the two of you are literally entangled in each other. Piccolo isn’t penetrating quite as deep other positions might provide- probably what you need after what your earlier romp entailed. It’s more about the closeness, the intimacy than the wanton pleasure. He thinks so anyways. 

Now that he has a free hand he wraps it around the leg positioned across his, letting him push inside you just a bit more. You make a sound that’s a bit of a gasp and a cry- you were holding your breath. He rubs at your inner thigh, kisses your temple. “You okay?” 

You nod, he can feel your head move against where it rests on his bicep. “Yeah, yeah.” 

“Do you want me to move?” 

You shake your head this time, with vigor. “I know it’s probably weird-“ 

“I’m not going to complain.” Not with his cock nestled inside your warmth. Not while he can enjoy your closeness. “Just lay here?” 

“Just for a little bit.” You fall silent again. He listens to your breathing for a while, thinking you might have fallen asleep again. He idly touches where he can. Down your thigh, across your hip and stomach to between your breasts. He’s not someone who minds the silence. So he gives you a few minutes.

“Fall asleep on me again?” 

Your eyes flutter in the darkness, blinking open. “I’m just… focusing. Like meditating.” Piccolo wouldn’t mind if more of his meditation sessions entailed his appendage seated deep inside of you. 

“Pervert.” You giggle. 

“I’m the pervert?” 

The back of your hand grazes his face, running your fingers over his jaw. “I know what you were thinking~” 

“I believe if I’m a pervert, it’s your fault.” He was a ‘virgin’ before you after all. “You’ve corrupted me.”

“I suppose you’re not entirely wrong about that.” You clench around him, making a little noise in reaction. Piccolo rubs at the meat of your inner thigh to relieve the tension.  He reminds himself that you’re owed a leg massage, even if you never asked or implied you want one. He’d skipped it during your earlier relaxation session. “It’s so cute how gentle you can be.” 

“I don’t generally want to hurt you.” 

“I know.” You say so tiny. If his hearing wasn’t so sensitive and you weren’t so close, he might not have heard it, “I don’t know what I would do without you, Lo.” 

“I should say the same about you.” 

You push your face into him as best you can, kind of half nuzzling his neck and shoulder. Piccolo listens intently, to make sure you’re not crying. No, you just fall silent, curling into him best you can while you’re entangled as such. 

Unfortunately he can’t let you fall back asleep- maybe this is an activity the pair of you should try another time. Let you sleep while you’re pressed up against him and he’s pressed into you. 

It’s not too long before you rouse yourself, no longer fighting the squirm. “Need me to move, sweet girl?” 

“Y-eah, yeah.” 

He wraps both of those impressively sized arms around your middle to give himself leverage to thrust forward. Tries to keep it slow, gentle and even. There’s no rush. Just him slowly pushing into you, barely more than grinding. Despite that, you can do little more than cling to him for dear life. 

“Touch yourself for me.” Piccolo woefully has his hands full, one around your middle and the other returned to hold under your knee. 

“Should have packed a vibrator.” You say breathily as you carefully press your fingers to your poor abused clit, only for a second. Too sensitive, Piccolo guesses. 

You manage to twist yourself back around to face him. Your knee back over his thigh, pushing your hips to meet his. More importantly, it puts you face to face, closer. You loop your arms over his shoulders and eagerly press kisses to wherever your mouth can reach. 

Meeting your end seems to be a little spontaneous. Maybe it’s the position, maybe he hits the right spot, maybe it’s that you’re pressed so closely together. Maybe you’re just so sensitive from earlier.

He might not even have noticed if he hasn’t been able to feel you around him. A little gasp, barely more than a shiver. Your head lolls to rest on his shoulder. 

His body is conditioned to your pleasure, molded by it- his orgasm snaps like a hair trigger because of yours. You clutch impossible closer to him, the last pulses of your climax coaxing him to completion. 

His cock has had enough, apparently- starting to retreat back into his body. Piccolo would definitely be content to keep it sheathed inside of you. The rest of him stays, also content to let you curl into him- at least for a few minutes. He presses a kiss to the top of your head as compensation. 

“As much as I’d love to lie here for the rest of the night, you need dinner.” The risk of you falling back to sleep is great, as much as he doesn’t wish to disturb this. 

You shrug. “I don’t really wanna be around people.” You’d meant to have gotten groceries this afternoon. He really derailed the whole day by finding that little silicone egg. 

“You’ll be grumpy if you don’t eat something.” Usually you’re the one dragging him along on dates. Although after getting properly cleaned up and dressed, it might be far too late. You make a noise of displeasure. “I can go get you something.” As much as he doesn’t want to leave you, you likely need some recovery.

You groan, face pressed against his chest. “Yeah, yeah. Unfair that I’m the only one who has to eat.” 

You left your phone on the nightstand. He manages to turn the light on and grab your phone for you, despite you doing your best impression of a parasitic koala. 

Another perk of your relationship is that you don’t have to worry about compromising with Piccolo on where to eat. It takes you some time to decide where you’d like to eat but you pick something out. You hand your phone over to Piccolo as a courtesy, he does sometimes eat. Most of the time he just eats off your plate, but that’s usually only a few bites here and there. 

Tonight, he doesn’t much feel like it, but he does adds some extra snacks to the order- for you. 

It takes another few minutes to wrangle you off of him. Piccolo redresses himself while you lounge on the bed still. Shirt haphazardly pulled down over your front, knees clamped together 

“You should get cleaned up while I go get your takeout.” 

You groan. “I should probably clean up the mess in the living room.” 

“I’m going to go get your food- take another few minutes, go pee and then run a bath.” “And get a bottle of water.” 

You pout at him. “Bossy.” He ruins your pout with a kiss before he leaves. 

…. 

It seems you followed his instructions by the time he gets back. The mess in the living room has been cleaned up, however he finds you sitting in the bath. 

You have one of those silly plush headbands with cat ears on them and thankfully, you seem relaxed. One of your silly podcasts or audiobooks or whatever is playing out of your phone’s speaker, tossed on the floor next to your towel. 

“Hey big guy.” You coo. 

He left your dinner out in the kitchen. “I brought you a snack.” And a fun little drink and a bottle of water. 

You blink at the smaller clamshell in his hand. “You got me a snack?” 

“Figured you would want to wait to eat your meal until after you were out of the bath.” 

You open it gingerly in interest, seemingly pleased with the surprise and his choice of your treat. You cradle the togo box in your hands when you sit back in the bath. “Join me?”

The bathtub at this particular lodging is large, it was a part of the reason you’d picked it. Large enough it’d fit both you and your oversized boyfriend. You ask so sweetly, it’s not like he’s going to decline. 

You ogle him as he undresses. “What?” 

“I can’t appreciate how good my boyfriend looks?” You ask almost innocently. You push your shoulders back, less innocently. 

“What has gotten into you?” Piccolo’s stamina is impressive, his sexual appetite less so. He can’t conceive that you’d still be left wanting. He’s not one to be over confident but he truly can’t fathom that you aren’t satisfied from earlier. 

“I looked at my calendar earlier, I think I’m ovulating.” 

“Oh.” 

You snort. “How ironic is that?” 

“Does that bother you?” 

You shrug. “It’s not like I can really do much about it, Piccolo… well I could but it seems rather pointless considering.” You pull the drain to let some water out, so it doesn’t overflow. Piccolo sinks into the tub opposite you. The heat of the water in turn seeps into his body. “Can I join you over there?” 

“Are you going to behave?” Another round for either of you would be totally irresponsible. 

“I’ll keep my hands to myself.” You settle between his legs, back to his front. You trace the ridges and plating on his forearm. 

“Do you need to wash your hair?” He’s done it before. You caught a stomach bug from Pan and by the time it’d passed you were so weak you couldn’t hold your arms up to wash it. It was rather distressing at the time- but Piccolo has learned most of your specific care routines. He likes being able to help. 

“I probably should, but it’ll be alright until tomorrow just in case we go… doing something.” 

“Something?” 

You shrug nonchalantly, but he can see the little smile curving on your lips. “Like swimming or hiking…. Something.” 

Piccolo hums in response. It might be a miracle if the two of you actually leave this cabin in the 3 days you’re booked to stay here, based on your current mood. Content to be quiet, you two sit in the bath for a while. 

“Hey, Lo?” 

“Hm?” 

You twist yourself to half face him, your side against his front. “Do you think you’d wanna try the toy again?”

You’ve caught him a little off guard. He assumed this topic wouldn’t come up for a little while. “It’s okay, I know you liked it.” You trace his jaw carefully. “It’s pretty obvious, bud.” 

“I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. You didn’t like it.” You continue to trace his feature, down the muscles of his neck, the ridge of his collar bone. Piccolo in turn runs his fingers up your spine. 

“I didn’t… dislike it. We should have talked it through more- that’s my fault. It’s not your fault for liking something, especially something so… specific to you.” 

He doesn’t not want to try that godforsaken piece of silicone. Even if he wishes it wasn’t just little more than a piece of plastic. “Maybe… Not this weekend?” 

“We can try… someday.” You nod gently. “We can try.” After that’s all you can do together. Try.