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@orangekittyenergy @netherese0rb @vespaer77 @theletteraesc @sorceresssundries I swear I tried to keep him in line. Oh well... enjoy. Gale x F!Tav, teeny bit of spice.
'So what's the wish he'll make it come true...' - Miracle Aligner, The Last Shadow Puppets
He was pacing, one hand raking through his hair, the other clamped between his teeth as he gnawed at his fingers anxiously. His gaze was fixed on his booted feet, brow furrowed.
‘Gale, things will be fine.’ Tav watched in amusement as he went back and forth until he finally stopped before her and looked up, meeting her gaze. Her stomach swooped just as it had all that time ago when she realised the man she’d rescued was handsome in exactly the way that made her knees go a little wobbly; he removed his hand from his mouth, straightened his spine a little and summoned a twinkle back to his eye.
‘Of course they will,’ he said lowly. ‘You’re only meeting my mother, after all.’
‘Is she truly that formidable?’ Tav cocked her head, brows drawing together. ‘You act like she’ll eat me alive or something.’
‘Don’t be silly,’ he said. ‘She’ll love you.’
‘Then why are you so nervous?’
He blinked slowly, a habit he’d picked up from Tara no doubt. ‘Oh, nothing.’ With that, he finally swept up to the front door, rapping his knuckles smartly against it. Turning and grinning at her, he gestured Tav forward and grabbed her hand. Mere moments later, the door swung open of its own accord and Gale pulled them inside, kicking it shut.
‘You better not be abusing that door again, child!’ came a voice from the top of the stairs.
‘Oh of course not mother! Wouldn’t dream of it.’ Gale smirked impishly down at Tav, who felt a little like she oughtn’t be here. ‘Relax,’ he murmured, nudging her with his shoulder.
After what felt like an eternity, a woman floated into view. She descended the spiral stairs gracefully, stopped and narrowed her eyes before pulling her son into a crushing hug. Far from flailing like Tav expected him to, he hugged her back just as fiercely and kissed her on both cheeks. ‘Hi, Mum.’
‘It’s been too long, son,’ she murmured into his chest.
‘I know,’ he said, his voice catching a little. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘And who’s this?’ she said as they broke apart, eyeing Tav critically.
‘I’m Tav,’ she said quickly, holding out a hand for the older woman to shake. She didn’t know why she did it; nerves or a momentary lapse in social judgement perhaps, but she didn’t expect to be pulled into a hug too. ‘Good to meet you,’ she said shyly when she was let go.
‘Tav, this is my mother, Morena Dekarios. And she-‘
‘He doesn’t shut up about you, you know.’
‘Mother!’ Gale’s ears went pink. ‘That’s-‘
‘And you’ve been chewing your fingers again. I hope this girl has domesticated you somewhat.’ Tav blushed. ‘Come, I imagine you’re both starving. It’s such a long journey from Baldur’s Gate.’ Off she went, drawing them forward in her wake. Now that Tav was feeling a little less nervous, she noted the mosaicked floor in shades of pearl and pale blue with the occasional shock of gold, the fineries of the ebony staircase as it twisted upwards, the cascades of wisteria and devil’s ivy.
‘This place is beautiful,’ she whispered.
‘Hmm.’ Gale squeezed her hand. ‘Gods, I can’t wait to just be alone with you.’ He gave her a sly little smile and went on, the perfect picture of composure. Tav wondered if there was a bat trapped in her throat, fighting to get out.
‘Come in, make yourself at home,’ said Morena, pulling Tav from Gale’s grasp and fussing over her. ‘Good gods, you’re a rake girl. Don’t tell me he hasn’t been cooking for you.’
‘I assure you I have,’ said Gale, a tiny edge in his voice. ‘In fact I volunteered to be camp cook immediately. It’s not my fault she runs headlong into trouble without proper nourishment.’
Tav shot him a venomous look. Oh, I’ll get you back for that, she thought. ‘I had a lot on my mind,’ she said instead. ‘And, well… in it. I admit food was the last thing I was thinking of, I was a little preoccupied with saving the world.’
‘Well, now you can think about food,’ said Morena firmly. ‘I assume you’ll be staying for a while?’
‘Oh, a few weeks at least,’ said Gale breezily. ‘Don’t you worry. I’ll take over the cooking, I promise. It’s been such a long time we’ve been without the comforts of home.’ They sat down together, sharing plates of delicious roasted meats and fish, vegetables cooked to perfection, crusty bread and good olive oil.
‘Good,’ said Morena, satisfied. ‘Can’t have you gallivanting off on another adventure so soon leaving me to worry.’ She paused, sucked her bottom lip into her mouth in thought and then said, ‘and that bitch goddess, is she gone?’
Tav burst out laughing as Gale’s mouth fell open. It was a rare treat to see him so wrong-footed. ‘Well… yes, as it happens,’ he said, recovering. ‘I had no idea you thought of her like that.’
‘She took my son from me,’ Morena growled. Tav was suddenly struck by their similarity. ‘I tried, Gale. But she would not hear my prayers, would not take her claws from you. So what did it?’
‘The Crown of Karsus,’ he said, going on to explain everything. ‘And love, I suppose.’ He leaned over to kiss Tav sweetly on the cheek. ‘Tav gave me something to live for.’
Morena’s deep brown eyes flashed with hurt, but she cleared her throat and then it was gone again. ‘Good. Now, my darling boy, I have plenty to be going on with, why don’t you get settled? I have a meeting at the academy in a few, and then down to the Sea Ward to stop by the Temple of Beauty. You behave while I’m gone, you hear?’
‘Of course,’ said Gale lightly, surreptitiously running his knuckles up Tav’s spine. She suppressed a shiver. In moments the two of them were alone as Morena swept from her home, out into the vastness of the City of Splendours.
‘Well, she’s lovely,’ tried Tav. She stood up, gesturing to all the empty plates. ‘You wash I’ll dry?’ She wanted to be helpful, to pleasantly surprise her potential mother-in-law when she returned, but Gale’s smirk was nothing short of devilish as he reached out a hand and caught her by the waist.
‘I don’t think so,’ he said, pulling her into his lap and pressing his lips to her neck. ‘Will you not indulge my sweet tooth?’
‘Damn it, Gale-‘
‘Hmm?’ He hummed against her skin, sending delicious shivers through her. ‘Say the word and I’ll let you go. Promise.’
‘She said she hoped I’d domesticated you,’ she admonished. It was only half-hearted. She felt his teeth as he grinned against her skin. ‘Clearly I failed.’
‘You never even tried,’ he shot back, grasping the back of her neck, deft fingers kneading at her tense muscles. His other hand drifted to her hip. ‘Still haven’t heard a ‘no’, love.’
‘I certainly did.’ She pouted, squealing as he drew her lip into his mouth and bit gently. ‘Oi!’
‘Use your words.’
‘I don’t want you to stop,’ she said. ‘But I’m also getting you back for that comment earlier. What do you mean me going headlong into danger? What about you?’
‘I’ve made no secret of it,’ he said lightly. ‘How thrilling danger can be.’ He dug his fingers into her hip to pull her attention back as she rolled her eyes. ‘Don’t even think about it,’ he said sharply. ‘You can’t pretend to be the goody two shoes, Tav. You’re not so boring as all that, even if you do pretend you’ve never sinned in your life.’
‘I do not,’ she said indignantly, flushing pink. ‘And you’d do well to remember that, Gale Dekarios.’
‘Gods,’ he rasped. ‘Say my name again.’
‘If I do, will you promise to behave? At least help me do the dishes, Gale.’
He shook his head and crushed their lips together. ‘Oh, come on,’ he purred. ‘Live a little. She won’t be back for a few hours yet…’
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Love of a good man
Jenny and Brad had been dating for nearly a year. While they had yet to be sexually intimate with one another they loved each other deeply. Brad had asked a few times but each time she shot him down saying she wasn’t ready. However she was ready and had been for sometime. Brad was handsome, athletic and everything she wanted in a man but she held a dark secret.
“Ok this is all gonna sound a little crazy but there has been a reason we haven’t had sex all this time and first off I just want to say that I am ready.” She said to him one night. He looked at her slightly worried but excited that they were finally going to make love.
“Ok here goes. A few years ago I was cursed by a witch. This curse gave life to a part of me that was... bad. You see every time I would have sex with someone I would change. A new me would come out and take over until the next time I had sex. This dark reflection of me ruined my life and every relationship I had. She is an evil, scheming, spoilt slut of a woman who lives to cause misery. She calls herself Natasha.” Jenny said looking sadly out the window.
“Natasha? As in your sister Natasha?” Brad asked dumbfounded. Jenny turned to look at him.
“I told you my sister lived to torture me. Well the truth is I have no sister. I am an only child but she does live to torture me. She transforms my good body into one devoted to pleasure. She is a big breasted vain conceited bitch and I wish I wasn’t stuck with her. The worst part is I don’t know what she does when she takes over! The last time she took over I was gone for months!” Jenny said on the verge of tears. Brad held her face in his strong hands.
“If she only comes out when you have sex then why do you want to have sex now?” He asked.
“Because there is a way to break the curse so that I can be free of her forever. If I have sex with my true love then it with eradicate the bad part of me. After a year together I know we are meant to be, that you are my true love.” Jenny said tears running down her face now. Brad pulled her tight into a hug. He held her and she felt safe. She pulled off his shirt and began kissing his perfect chest. She had wanted this for so long. She had to be certain otherwise she would lose another man to that bitch.
They stripped the clothes off each other like wild animals. They were both starved of each other but now they would finally feast. Jenny for the first time saw what Brad had packing and she was not disappointed.
His big cock slipped easily into her wet pussy and she nearly orgasmed right then and there. It felt incredible to be having sex again after so long and with one she loved so much.
“Oh Brad this feels so good, I knew you were my true love!” She groaned as she rode his cock. However his demeanour seemed to change, his thrusts becoming more aggressive.
“Oh shut up you fucking loser, thank god I won’t have to deal with you much longer.” He said coldly. Jenny’s eyes went wide.
“W-what are you saying? Wait! No! I can feel something. I need to stop…. Ooohhhh fuck but why fight it?” She moaned, her voice turning into a slutty purr for a moment. Brad grinned.
“Come out Natasha, it’s time to take over just like we planned.” He said pumping faster.
“Like you planned? Brad how could you do this? How could you be sooooo mmmm evil. Bad boys really turn me on! No! That’s Natasha, that’s not me!” Jenny groaned trying to fight it, trying to urge her body to get off Brad’s dick but it all felt too good. Then the changes began.
Her tits strained against her B size bra as they grew massive. Her chubby belly tightened and crunched in giving her a perfectly toned tummy.
“Mmmm much better, being a hawt sexy bitch is much better than being some nobody loser. No! This isn’t right, this is my body! Oh please dear YOU wish this could be your body!” She said fighting with the emerging Natasha as the changes continued.
Her bony behind grew extra layers of fat to give her a bubble butt which Brad appreciated as she slowly bounced up and down on him. Her short sensible hair grew down her back, becoming thick and full.
“Oh Brad my love I can feel her almost gone, then we can be together forever! That’s right Jenny, the true love curse works both ways, it’s just Brad happens to be mine and not yours.” Natasha said with a cackle as she felt Jenny slip away more with each second.
Long fake nails snapped onto her hands that she joyously ran down Brad’s chest. Her lips inflated into a bitchy pout and makeup covered her face finishing her transformation. However Jenny wasn’t gone yet, Natasha had to do one more thing to get rid of her.
“Oh fuck baby make me cum! I need to cum NOW! Ohhhhh fuuuuckkkkk yesssss!” She screamed at the top of her lungs as she orgasmed hard solidifying her dominance over Jenny’s body.
Collapsing onto the bed in orgasmic joy, Natasha could feel no part of Jenny still lingering.
“Was it good for you?” Brad said slyly.
“Life changing.” She replied with an evil giggle.
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You'll Accompany Me- Chp 17
Jensen x reader
Word Count-2530
Warnings- A tiny bit of angst, FLUFF, so much fluff
The next few weeks after Y/N had forgiven Jensen, and she chose to take him back had been a whirlwind. She was now approaching being seven months pregnant, and they had been working to get things prepared for their new arrival. Her still being on light bedrest made it a little annoying to get the nursery ready because Jensen was constantly nagging her to sit down and rest, but they had managed to get the room almost finished despite it. Also, Jared and Gen helping with the task made it a little easier. She was sitting in the rocking chair Jensen had bought for her, admiring their work, when he walked in.
“Here, babe. Drink this,” he smiled, reaching out to her with a bottle of water.
“Thanks, Jay,” she replied with a sigh.
“What’s wrong?” he was by her side instantly, still hovering over her anytime she made the slightest noise that he thought was discomfort or a problem.
“I’m fine, Jay,” she laughed, shaking her head.
“Then what was that sigh about?”
“Just thinking,” she murmured, looking around the room.
“Penny for your thoughts,” he chuckled, sitting on the floor by her feet, picking up one in his hands, and started to gently massage it.
“Just…,” she began, looking down at him, wondering if she should voice her thoughts, “I’m a little worried.”
“About what, honey? You can talk to me about anything, you know?”
“I know. I’m just…I’m worried. We’ve only got three months to go, and I’m starting to wonder. Will I be a good mom, or will I royally fuck this up,” she whispered, saying her worries out loud, making her begin to get emotional.
“Baby,” he cooed, reaching up to take her hand, “Is that what you’re worried about?”
When she didn’t reply, he squeezed her hand softly, making her turn to look at him, and he could see the tears beginning to well in her eyes as she nodded her head. He couldn’t help but smile, not at her insecurities, but at the fact that she was worrying over nothing. He knew she would be a wonderful mother to their child, no doubt in his mind. He reached out with his hand that wasn’t holding hers to place it softly on her swollen belly, rubbing his thumb in soft circles as he began to speak.
“Y/N, I can’t imagine what you’re going through. I know that fathers have their own fears and insecurities when it comes to having a baby, but I’ll never act like I understand what the mother goes through. But I will tell you this. You are going to be the best mother to our little one. I have zero doubt about that, and I know he or she is going to love you so damn much, just like I do. So, please believe me when I tell you that being a good mom is something you absolutely have nothing to worry about, okay?” he said softly, pulling her hand to his lips and kissing it gently.
“You really think so?” she questioned, the tears in her eyes slipping down her cheeks.
“I don’t think so. I know so, honey. So stop worrying that pretty little head of yours about that, okay? Other things, sure, but stop worrying about that.”
“Okay, Jay,” she smiled, his words encouraging her and warming her heart.
“Good. Now, let’s get you downstairs and get you something to eat,” he chuckled, standing to his feet and pulling her to hers.
“Sounds good to me. I’m starving,” she laughed as her stomach growled as she finished her sentence.
“Sounds like it,” he snickered, pulling her to him, wrapping his arms around her.
“I love you,” she stated with a happy sigh, looking up into his eyes.
“I love you, too, Y/N. So fucking much,” he replied, cupping her cheek in his hand, leaning in to kiss her slowly.
They stood in the nursery kissing each other for what seemed like forever before her stomach rumbled again, making them both laugh. He pecked her lips one more time before he entwined his hand in hers, leading her out of the room and downstairs to cook for the love of his life. A bright smile plastered on his face the whole time, thinking about what he had and glad that he was able to repair what he had once broken.
Y/N and Gen sat in lounge chairs in Jensen’s backyard, talking and watching Jared and Jensen by the grill. It had been a beautiful morning, and they had decided to invite their friends over for a barbecue. Y/N wanted to spend as much time with Jensen and his kids and their friends as she could before their baby arrived, and they would be busy being new parents. She was excited for the baby to come and start her little family, but she wasn’t naive and knew their time would all be dedicated to caring for a newborn for a while after. So, they sat there, enjoying the nice day outside with their friends, waiting for the kids to arrive.
“How are you feeling?” Gen asked her, sipping on a glass of wine.
“Pregnant,” she laughed, earning an eye roll from her friend, “Seriously, I’m feeling okay. I’m getting tired and winded easier nowadays, but I guess that’s to be expected.”
“Oh, it is. You are creating a whole new life, you know,” she chuckled, Y/N joining in.
“Trust me, I know. I feel it every day. But, I know it will be so worth it,” she smiled, laying her hand on her belly, rubbing in slow circles.
“It really is. I’m so excited for you to experience motherhood. It’s the hardest but most rewarding job ever.”
Y/N opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a frenzy of screaming children running into the backyard. She couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped her as the three kids went their separate ways. Of course, JJ went straight for Jensen, being the daddy’s girl she was. Arrow ran for the small playground Jay had bought them, and Zep ran for the pool. Jensen had to intercept and grab him before he dove in fully clothed.
Y/N turned to look back at the gate leading to the yard and saw Danneel standing there. She wasn’t sure why, but Danneel acted differently around her once she found out she was pregnant, which bothered Y/N. Even though she was now with Dee’s ex-husband, they had been good friends, and it hurt her feelings that she was acting odd around her now. The only reason that Y/N could think of that would make her act that way was she wasn’t happy about the baby. So, Y/N smiled politely at her and then turned her attention back to the kids.
Jensen had also noticed the difference, and quite frankly, it made him a little angry. Not really angry at Dee, but the fact that something was keeping the women from being friends as they used to be. Yes, he had been married to Dee and now was with Y/N, but he and Dee had parted ways very amicably, and he didn’t understand what was causing her to act differently towards him and Y/N. Danneel had even moved on, so he was confused. When he looked at Y/N and saw that she looked uncomfortable, he decided he would get down to the root of the problem, walking toward Dee to ask her what was going on.
“Hey, Dee,” he greeted her, offering her a beer.
“Hey, Jay,” she smiled, accepting the drink and putting the bottle to her lips.
“Look, I have to ask. What’s going on with you and Y/N? I can tell something’s bothering you, and I know it must hurt her feelings that you’re acting weird toward her now.”
“Really, Jay? You have to ask?”
“Yeah, I do because I can’t figure out why you don’t want to be around her much anymore.”
“Jay, I know you guys are together again and doing well, but don’t you think she’s a little resentful that you came to me when you left? I’m not trying to bring up hurtful memories, but I don’t want to try to hang out with her when she has to resent me,” she said exasperatedly, throwing her hands up.
“Oh,” he deadpanned, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. That wasn’t what he thought the problem was.
Y/N had been watching the interaction and could tell the conversation was serious. She sat there for a moment, considering her next move. Yes, she was feeling hurt and didn’t want the confrontation with Danneel, but she also had to be around her if she was going to be with Jensen. So, she stood and walked over to the two, determined to try and fix whatever the issue was.
“Dee, look, I know you must feel a certain way because I can sense the difference in how you treat me now, but we need to figure this out. If not for our sakes, for the kids. We have to have a relationship as you are their mother, and I’m with their dad. So, please, whatever the issue is, can we talk it out?”
“Y/N, I don’t have a problem with you, I swear. I just told Jensen that I stayed distant because I thought you resented me for him coming to stay with me after he left. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if you did. I’m sorry. I should’ve talked to one of you about it instead of everyone getting mixed signals.”
“Is that all?” Y/N asked, relieved that Dee had no problem with their baby.
“Yes! I didn’t want to upset you if you didn’t want to talk to me. But I do miss our friendship. I couldn’t ask for a better person to be with the father of my kids. They love you, Y/N, and that makes me happy. So, can we put this behind us?”
“Of course, we can. And I love those kids so much. I’m so very thankful to get to be in their lives,” Y/N whispered, her emotions getting the best of her.
Jensen watched as the two women hugged each other, beginning to laugh and talk as they walked away together. He thought his heart might burst at the love he felt for Y/N at that moment. He was also sad that his actions had come between the relationship between them. He hadn’t realized that going to stay with Dee when he did could’ve impacted how the women interacted with each other after the fact and that it would’ve affected his kids, too. He knew he would never do anything again that would hurt her, Dee, or his kids. In fact, he would try even harder to be the man they all deserved.
Jensen had just finished cleaning up after everyone had left from the barbecue they’d had that day. Y/N had gone upstairs to take a nap. Playing hostess and playing with the kids, even though not at the capacity she wanted to, had worn her out. As he finished up the last of the cleaning and had put the last dishes in the dishwasher, he decided to go check in on her.
He walked up the stairs and down the small hallway to the master bedroom. He opened the door slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible, peaking his head in the room. A bright smile erupted on his face as he took in the scene before him. She was sleeping soundly, his pillow snuggled in her arms, face buried in it.
Damn, how he loved that woman. He knew she was the one he would spend the rest of his life with. He couldn’t and didn’t want to imagine his life without her. Besides his kids, she was his everything, one of the people he wanted to be better, do better for, and he knew what he had to do. No more waiting to complete his forever.
Y/N woke up to light kisses on her face, her eyes fluttering open to meet bright green eyes. She smiled despite still being groggy from sleep. How could she not? She loved that man, and just seeing his face brought a smile to her face.
“Hey, darlin’. Did you rest well?” he asked, placing one last kiss on her forehead.
“I did. Thank you for letting me nap while you cleaned. I’m sorry I was so tired,” she mumbled, still half asleep.
“No need to thank me, beautiful.”
She started to sit up but felt a weird sensation on her finger. She looked down at her left hand, and a piece of thread was tied to her finger. Confused, she looked up at Jensen and cocked an eyebrow. Before she could say anything, he spoke.
“Y/N, let me get this out before you say anything, please,” he almost begged. She was nervous but nodded to signal for him to continue.
“The first time I got married, we'd been together for a few years. Marriage...It just seemed like the next step. I wanted a wife and family, and I loved her and am forever grateful for our three beautiful children. But, for two people to really love each other, to really commit to each other, it has to be something you want and need, not just something that seems like the right thing to do. It has to be a decision. And I think two people have to live that decision every day. Even when things are hard, and you feel like giving up, you have to hang on to that decision, that choice to love each other, to be together through anything, even if only by a thread.”
As he mentioned the thread, he slowly opened his hand, and a ring slid down the string to rest on her finger. She looked up at him in shock, tears forming in her eyes. He smiled sweetly, cupping her face in his other hand as he began to speak again.
“I let that thread break once. This time, I won't let it break for anything. Y/N, baby, will you marry me?”
He held his breath as she stared up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, as his started to gather on his lashes. He wanted to marry her more than anything, and he was silently praying as she gave him her answer.
“Yes, Jay! Oh my God, yes!” she squealed as the tears broke free and ran down her cheeks.
His tears joined hers as he kissed her as if she was holding his next breath on her lips. He pulled back to look at the woman that had agreed to be his wife, a look of awe on his face as he looked in her eyes, nothing but love shining back at him. He had never been so grateful that singing a Bob Seger song at a con ended up giving him something he would cherish forever. Her.
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headcanons on Baldwin hugs?
☆ Headcanons: King Baldwin x Reader - Hugs ☆
☆ Headcanons ☆
A/N: Hello Anon, thank you for the request! This will be my second post for today, but yall know I can't resist a HC's list, especially such a cute one like this 🫶! As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven. Enjoy!
P.S: Sorry that there are not many
TW: Leprosy
Baldwin was never much of a ‘hugger’ before he was wed to you.
This had a lot to do with the fear of spreading his illness to the people that he loved.
This left him VERY touch starved for the majority of his life.
When the two of you were first married, he was nervous about showing you affection due to his fear.
But after a while, he opened up to it and now your hugs are something he just can't get enough of.
They are the only thing that can properly relax him after a stressful day.
Having you in his arms is the best thing in the world to him.
Relaxing into eachothers arms is so nice for both of you, just feeling the tension leave his body as you wrap around him is such a beautiful feeling.
Often times you both just stand there for a long while in each other's embrace, his face buried in your neck and yours buried in his shoulder.
The cool touch of his iron mask against your neck is surprisingly comforting.
If you stroke the back of his head too, don't expect to be leaving anytime soon.
The fact that he has been touch starved for so long just makes hugs all that much more special for him.
Since he has not been embraced properly since he was a very young child, your hugs remind him of his mothers comfort before he became too afraid to seek solace in her arms.
But now he can seek it in yours and he could not be happier <3
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LoL fan design - Broodmother Nixale #2
It is a misconception to believe broodmothers are the largest brackern out there. Although their size can very easily eclipse mid-sized towns on Runeterra, it happens often that even their own children outgrow them. Broodmothers only have to be big enough to effectively provide shelter for an entire brood of bracklings at a time. They are similar to scorpions, as they too carry their young on their back, but unlike scorpions, a broodmother would rather starve herself to death than to cannibalize her own. Despite their dedication, not all of their children get to live to adulthood, although the survival rate is of course far larger than that of the orphan born. Their offsprings are called “ra-tehn”, brood born.
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Plot twist: Big Mama Nixale is not that big, actually.
I just like the trope of the big burly hero and his tiny loving mother. It is entirely irrelevant if a broodmother's child will eventually grow to four times her size and at least six times her weight... he will forever be her little pebble.
I have a whoooole bunch of brackern headcanons scribbled down by this point, I hope I can sketch them out eventually ^^
2024.06.08
#lol#league of legends#skarner#broodmother nixale#fanart#character design#brackern#headcanon worldbuilding
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Be a foster carer they said, it's a good thing they said.
DON'T PAY ME ANYTHING FOR OVER SIX MONTHS AND STILL GIVE ME ANOTJER SIX WEEKS AVERAGE WAIT BEFORE I'LL SEE A PENNY BUT HEY HO KEEP CARING FOR THE CHILD (wh you love, so yeah you're gonna do this) ENJOY BEING IN DEBT AND ARREARS AND HAVING AN OVERDRAFT AND LITERALLY HAVING £50 TO LAST A MONTH WITH £30+ IN BILLS STILL TO COME OUT OF YOUR ACCOI T HAHAAJAJSHSH
So.
Yeah, things are going great for me.
#I love this child and I will starve for her#But also I have been fucked around by Social Services something fucking AWFUL#It's ridiculous it really is#Six fucking MONTHS#And they're just “oh well gotta wait longer haha”#Not given me any places to go to#No emergency info to draw on#Fuckin nothin#And like... Wowsa#Welcome to social services in the UK#They're great 🙃
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literally me right now you don't understand
i wish the webcomic had shown just a little bit more of what happened in the two months between serazade asking for julian's hand and the wedding because it is so heartwarming <3
right after serazade asked to marry julian, they had a family meeting in the middle of the night (including lloyd who was barely awake for it) where the count asked both julian and serazade separately if they were both sincere in their respective declarations of love.
and when they both said they were the count was immediately supportive of them, even taking on the task of asking for the permission of both the queen and the sultan for the marriage.
like. this is a man who by his own words was often to soft hearted and indecisive to be a good lord. and yet when it came to his son's happiness he didn't doubt for one second to take action and wrote to two monarchs to get the permission they needed. he could've easily let lloyd take the lead, reasoning that he already had a connection with both of them, but he didn't!! he stepped forward and did his duty as father without any hesitation or doubts!!
i just,,, really love arcos you guys <3
#i talk a lot <3#tged#the greatest estate developer#arcos frontera#also marbella my beloved i still cannot believe we didnt get more of her in this arc that's literally her baby marrying#why didnt she get also a minute in the spotlight :(#also i would've loved to see her and serazade interact#i have a soft headcanon that marbella hoped she would one day have a daughter but after julian's pregnancy and delivery had complications#both she and arcos decided not to try for another child and so she never had the daughter she wanted#until they welcome serazade into the family. serazade who's starved for family affection#and unused to people caring for her for her own sake#and once they start spending time together it is only too easy for marbella to see in serazade a girl who needs affection#and only natural for her to give it. and so thats how marbella gets a daughter(-in-law) and serazade gets another mom <3
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——————————————— Arowyn ——————————————
vengeance-sworn. night-eater; the promise of the cold, blue dawn. jury, judge, and executioner. their own pallbearer. the sacrificial lamb. god-starved. taught to lie still with their neck bare, to not wince when the knife gets too close. the phantom that haunts. the reckoning of the past, of all your wickedness and more. sin-bearer. iphigenia at heart; she was always supposed to die at aulis. the unrelenting reminder of evil——of your evil and his and hers and theirs. jesus in gethsemane. agony in the garden. forsaken, forgotten until its too late——
#i may come back and add more details to this post but#this is arowyn…..they are a vengeance sworn paladin#who was supposed to be a sacrifice for bhaal as a child#and has large burn scars over their face and body for it#but they survived#and promised vengeance#also arowyn is madly in love w shadowheart like fell in love w her almost instantly#and low key arowyn is a bit of a player on accident#ppl like the stray starving dog look to them#and they don’t really realize it until it’s a bit too late#arowyn is kinda gruff and rough around the edges and sorta dry#but really very kind at their core#low key so thrilled to have friends 😭 like starved of it#anyways#cielo rambles!#arowyn#bg3#arowyn the foresaken
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i just remembered how messed up the ovid telling of hades and persephone is . god
#theres no consent#persephones last words before being dragged into the earth are calling for her mother#iirc aphrodite was mad that persephone wanted to stay a virgin and she didnt want the ternal virgin list to expand#so she deliberately made hades smitten to which he fully kidnapped her#when i was younger i read about gaea not liking demeter? and working with hades to lure persephone down#and persephone was starving down in the underworld she was despairing until she heard of her mother again#theres the disney themed version of controlling parents and happy peaceful willful love#but theres also the horrifying picture of petty jealousy tearing a child from their parent and hurting that innocent child#i feel like since hades usually takes the backseat they arent talked of so often and its easier to draw an appealing interpretation#but oh man its screwed up#it really does run in the family#what if she really did just wanna hang out with her mom n her friends and pick flowers what then#and now shes running a country called dead people ville#auugu#soup talk
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really crazy how they made so many parallels like almost a #cringe amount of parallels between will and sara and gave will and hop so many compelling scenes together and literally had them save each others lives and had other characters refer to hop as will's dad and hop was the one that heard/saw will trying to communicate in the shed etc etc.................. only to then pay them fucking dust..... not even that..... just air...... an absence..... negative fucking space...... matthew and rossthew, you bitches DISGUST me for real i am both mad AND disappointed... hop and will bonding in s5 or else. OR ELSE!!!!!!!!!
#raggedy ass...........#will and hop have a beautiful bond tht they have cultivated and it is real to ME!!!!!! BITCH!#hopper being the father will deserved and will being the child he was able to save and protect.... they both love tigers and space...#biting and killing and killing and biting WHY DID THEY TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME LIKE THAT....... HUGGED MIKE LIKE HE WASN'T#CANOODLING WITH WILL'S MOM LIKE BE FUCKIGN SERIOUS YOU WANTED A FAMILY BITCH GO HUG YOUR FUCKING FAMILY!!!!!!#(TYRA BANKS VOICE) I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE YELLED AT A GIRL LIKE THIS........ YOU WANTED HER FAMILY TO FEEL SAFE IN#HAWKINS AND YOU CAN'T EVEN INTERACT WITH YOUR SONS.................... I'M DISGUSTED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THOSE ARE EL'S BROTHERS!!!!!!#THE ONES WHO HELPED HER IN YOUR ABSENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHILE YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH YOUR BOYTOY IN THE GULAG......#willhop so important to me i hat ei t i hate it i'm starving i can't go on like this .... i was so spoiled n then nada.......... weeping#mine
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Baby fever so bad I've been thinking about the ideal number of kids for characters. What is wrong with me.
#no main tag#anyway. I think for freddy it would depend. he's the anxious type- so having just one kid would be a lot for him#I'd imagine his decision of having another baby would be impacted a lot by how the first kid went#if everything was mostly alright he'd be all for it- if shit went sideways he would forever dread having a second one#fred doesn't like children. so... he probably wouldn't have any if not tied to freddy. and even then would insist on only one#chica... I think she'd like two. I've heard headcanons that she has younger siblings#and I see her as the type to want to want that for her children too#although I also imagine she would want to have her kids later in life... mid 30s maybe#fox I also see as someone who wouldn't really want kids- especially since I headcanon him as trans#he doesn't want to be pregnant and he doesn't want to dedicate years of his life raising a child#when he already spent most of his childhood having to take care of meg since they didn't have any parents#maybe if his partner wanted to adopt. and they adopted a slightly older child instead of a baby. but that's a big maybe#bonnie... I'm not too sure honestly. I feel like he values his freedom and would want to enjoy his youth#but I don't think he'd be against having a kid or two (maybe even three)#also I find the idea of him having lots of kids funny because. bunny lol#so idk about him#golden meanwhile I fully believe would want a big family. he felt so alone growing up and he's so starved for love#so he dreams of having his own family with lots of kids living in a big house and being very happy <3#I think he'd be happy with up to five kids lmao. although he understands if his partner would rather have less#he'd definitely want at least two though. he always thought having a sibling would've made his childhood less lonely and sad#so he wants that for his own babies :')#I was going to say more characters but now I'm embarrassed lol goodnight
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that post about asoiaf artwork and dark skin makes me think about those ar/ya stans on here that threw a bitch fit in the last few days over some artists drawing her with 'darker' skin while drawing Sansa with lighter skin. so they accused the artists of racism while simultaneously implying that ar/ya looks worse in the artwork as opposed to Sansa because the artist gave her darker skin......which is literally racist and colorist as shit? honestly can't imagine stanning a 10 year and being this weird and bitter on tumblr dot com but anyway
that is INSANE OMG i’m glad i missed that completely
It’s like yeah sure, i think when george was coming up with the “northern look” that northern “coloring” he was thinking of was more similar to the way that like, a lot of welsh people have dark hair and a sort of, olive-tan coloring to their skin (think catherine zeta jones or ioan gruffudd) that makes them look darker than your average brit but usually in a “maybe they’re spanish?” kind of way rather than a “that’s a person of color” kind of way.
but death of the author, first of all, and second of all, depending on what your baseline is, “darker” coloring can look way darker in my imagination than in yours! and that “northern” coloring is vague enough that like, there’s a lot of poc who see parts of themselves in northern culture and explore that, and the Joy Of Reading is that we all see these characters differently!! me going “the starks are indigenous it’s the law” has no actual consequences for the series, someone else’s reading experience, or the fandom at large!! you can literally just block and move on if you’re that dedicated to being a loser weirdo?!?
also it’s funny that her fandom, specifically, is a breeding ground for the worst, most blatantly bigoted takes in the fandom aksjd like people will be like “oh arya is better than the other girls” arya actually loves and supports other women in canon “arya is the prettiest actually” arya herself doesn’t care about being pretty in canon “arya is gonna be a princess in a pretty castle and marry a lord” arya in canon explicitly says she doesn’t want to do that tho “arya is my lily white fave” one of arya’s besties is dornish icon edric dayne be SILENT ON WHAT ARYA IS BC U JUST WANT HER TO BE EXACTLY WHAT SHE HATES.
#people will say that she’s gonna literally attempt to murder sansa when they reunite but somehow will be besties with d.ny#GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK#asks#fandom wank#anti asoiaf fandom#listen i love arya and sansa bc aesthetically they’re very similar to me and my sibling#older white passing femme golden child and younger brown skinned tomboy with a big mouth.#i see us and the way our relationship has changed over the years in them and dammit if i want to make arya visibly brown skinned i will!!!#and also my sibling would rather be a starving artist in some commie co op than get married EVER AKSKDJ#THATS WHAT I WANT FOR ARYA!!!!!!! I WANT HER TO BE THE GAY TRANSGENDER ANARCHIST SHE WAS BORN TO BE#meanwhile me and sansa need ac and access to a hot shower and a cinnamon roll 24/7 or we will literally die.#if u have a problem with arya being drawn with darker skin u r joffrey. he literally bitches about dornish people having brown skin.#congrats arya would not only hate you she’d whoop your ass with needle too
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when you explain that you're looking for compassion and believing in the best in each other in a relationship and that you felt it was inappropriate to bring up how someone else's issues (they are unrelated to the problem) were worse and more valid than yours and that you have no right to be upset because you're the villain for things that they misunderstood you doing or just did themselves and blamed you for. they also accuse you of being codependent with your needs. so you try to repeat yourself on your expectations and boundaries in friendships (i will accept no less than someone at least putting in the effort or having the desire to have a healthy friendship) and that there was so much she did that i never asked for nor wanted but i accepted it because i didn't want to seem ungrateful so whatever codependency she felt we had must have been one sided because i explicitly remembered that i never made her responsible for my mental well-being, i did not actually like that she treated me like a child and i had been complaining about that for years in our friendship especially near the end of it. i was an adult and didn't appreciate being treated like a child. but i went along with it because i was willing to let her get away with it if that's what she felt she needed from our friendship. so i sent her a basic infographic about healthy relationships and how they work and noted that the things i had asked for were just basic healthy relationship things and that i have never at any point in our friendship wanted her to take care of me. i wanted us to be equals. she told me that she wasn't willing to put in that amount of effort for anyone and how her boyfriend is her family and her life and her purpose and how friends just weren't really a priority at all and they certainly never got close to the level of importance as her romantic relationship. like... she literally disagreed with treating people with basic respect because friendship wasn't worth that effort. so i told her i hope she heals that wound in her heart and that she can eventually move on from whatever caused it but that i refused to settle for less than a healthy friendship just because she doesn't know how to love anyone fully or put aside her pride. that i genuinely hope she heals and has a good life but to never contact me again because i don't care to see it. that whatever is going on with her that she's been running away from isn't my problem for her to project onto me. she doesn't get to assume my intentions or thoughts or feelings about anything when she never asked me once. but fine, she has every right to think whatever she wants about me regardless of how true it is because I'm not responsible for her feelings, especially not now and i would genuinely appreciate it if she never spoke to me again.
people in the thick of amanormativity who haven't deconstructed relationships with others who are strict monogamists are so fucking exhausting.
#sunbun speaks#thing 1#i had been basically asking the same thing over and over for like 2 days because she would talk around the question#and never actually answered it so i just kept asking in different more clarifying ways#and we eventually got to her admitting that she only saw me as a child and that she always felt responsible for my feelings#and that she felt like she always had to fix me because i was helpless#and how that was MY fault because how could i FORCE her to watch me fail or starve or die#like... unless i specifically ask you for help with a problem just assume i don't want help#i wasn't forcing her to watch anything. i withdrew and hid in my room for the most part and never asked for her charity#that she would later use to insult me#i have been saying for YEARS that i do NOT want someone to save me or protect me from shit#how i just want someone to be there to go 'yeah wow that sucked. okay lets brush the dust off and try again later.'#like she literally would just do shit that i never asked for or wanted then got mad at me for 'forcing' her to do it#and i had to act grateful or she would call me difficult#by the end of the conversation i honestly just felt burnt out and pity#i should have found a way to discourage her more or just not accept what she was doing#i thought at least some of the stuff she did came from genuine care for me so it was easier to accept the rest because i figured#that it came from a place of love#but nope#i was just a project she couldn't fix that she scrapped despite me never asking her to fix me#i don't care if this makes sense#my super feminist best friend turned into a self-righteous tradwife with little compassion for others and even less for me#and built up this person in her head of who i was without ever asking me about any of it#so i'm just a ball of emotions rn#also there was the lowkey ableism despite her claiming to be neurodivergent (her only previous claim is that she#'had some autistic traits' and 'none of it ever effected me enough to be a hindrance on her life'#so it kind of felt like she only mentioned it to discredit how much autism and add makes me struggle#then there's just the fact that she 'didn't care' that i needed a cane to walk until it wasn't fun anymore and there wasn't an upside#she feels very much like a conservative wearing the skin of a leftist#like she parrots shit about anti ableism while being ableist and using her own mental illness as a shield against criticism
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I said I was writing a novel to someone
and they were like "oh that's good! Writings a good way to process what you've been through" and hoo boy right then did it slam home that to a medical professional it would seem I got health problem related trauma out the wazoo
#rant#ToT i was like. she thinks... i write... to cope with nearly dying in the hospital and starving months and being cut up a lot and in#a bunch of stupid sucky internal pain???#i mean. i wouldnt say i Dont have medical trauma....#when i read The Body Keeps the Score i realized i probably had some even from birth#the whole premie baby unit thing. then a heart problem taking all my calories to keep me alivr making me a tiny child with chest pain#age 5 birthday appendicitis and mu mom told me i didnt even cry i just said to her i was sad i couldnt play#age 8 heart surgery Fixing the lifelong to that point bullshit so i gained 100 lbs almost innediately once body could STORE ENERGY and#wasnt nearly dying nonstop. age 17 mental health decided to try and kill me for several years which id say was worse but not medical?#then fixed mental uealth and GALBLADDER tried to hurt me nonstop agh#then this gastroparesis etc gi bullshit#anyway. um yes i suppose there may be somr medical trauma compoundint the ptsd for other reasons lmao#but. i write cause... i like silly queer morally grey faeries...#and explorint the idea of who is a#person how much can someone change before they cease to be them. and there can be love and safety#and community and better days even if we go thru suffering or feel everyrhing is The Worst#shdjdj but yeah at physical therapy she was like ah yes youre in mega pain daily#writing is a GREAT OUTLET#dhdhdjfj???!!!!#dude no i want to do boxing now thats an outlet. i need to hit stuff#dancing is my actual outlet btw. unless im too injured to dance :c then mentally im WANTING to dance
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exactly one episode in and my brain is already buzzing. i am constructing ocs like bees making honey. i am collecting old fairytales like pollen. i am creating character sheets on d&d beyond and wishing i could draw. nightmare fairytale world how I love thee
#dimension 20#neverafter#current favourite is gretal the druid#circle of wildfire bc ocs dont have to start at level one ive decided#she shoved the witch in the firey oven and her magic/spirit latched on to gretal#now she's a hexblood human child who understands animals and summons fire#and she's never letting anything happen to hansel ever again#hansel incidently is a rogue#scout subclass probably#both have the feylost background#gretal keeps goodberry prepared at all times bc she's never letting her or her brother starve again#how long is it socially acceptable to ramble on about your ocs in the tags#lol#i just love my little haunted fire child
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CRAZY ABOUT YOU — gojo satoru
tw: MDNI, f! reader, she/her pronouns used, pregnancy (reader is expecting), established relationship (you’re married), pregnancy freak!satoru, semi-public sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby, love, sweetheart), very very brief mention of somno & oral f receiving, reader wears a dress, he’s a freak, not proofread, wc: 2.4k
synopsis: your husband fucks you during one of your prenatal visits
your husband is a freak, you know that. but what you didn’t know was how big of a one he could be, for you. you found out — when you became pregnant with his child.
when satoru found out that you’re carrying his child — because he did before you, saw it with his six eyes — he fucked you differently. with a primal urge unheard of, like a man that’s impregnated his wife and is now claiming her again, confirming the fact that you belong to him by slamming it deep inside you. after the fifth (?) orgasm he dragged out of you that night, you asked him through a weary chuckle — “huh, where did this come from?” — and his answer began with a motion of his fingers hugging his balls — “it came from here…”, followed by his other hand caressing your belly “…and went there”, while slowly leaning in to meet your lips, “and i might just lose my mind because, baby — you’re pregnant”
a rather unconventional way to find out you’re pregnant.
if he had any semblance of decency in him before (which is rather questionable) and could keep his hands to himself (to some extent) during certain times and in certain places, it is completely off the table now.
when he wants you, you will know; others around will know it, too. he doesn’t shy away from making it obvious, or more so he doesn’t care if other people notice. what’s there to be embarrassed about? after all, you’re a couple, you do things. it’s only natural. and that pretty baby bump is the perfect proof of it. in all honesty, it gets him off when others know that he’s about to fuck his beautiful pregnant wife once he takes her home.
he's a freak like that, it can’t be helped. even more so now with the way your skin glows differently, with the way you smell, the way you carry yourself and the way your body is undergoing the natural changes as the pregnancy progresses that he finds so beautiful. it all messes with his head. brings out the real freak in him that can no longer keep his urges at bay, not when knowing that he himself brought this upon you. it makes you so undeniably his, for everyone to see and acknowledge. his chest swells with pride…
…but sometimes pride also gives way to greed, to a freakish desire for more of you.
during the rare times you go about to shower without him, he slips into the bathroom. sits on the toilet seat and starts jerking off to you, watching your swollen belly and breasts, moaning loud and clear for you to come to his aid. sometimes you wake up to him holding your hand wrapped around his cock, rubbing himself into your palm, audible pants seeping from his lips as he slowly lifts the hem of your shirt (his shirt that you wear to sleep) — preparing to splatter his load on your pregnant belly; or alternatively, you open your eyes to his face buried between your legs, devouring you like a starved animal… other times, as you make dinner in the kitchen, tenderizing the meat with the mallet on the counter, he comes from behind and presses his hard-on against your ass, shamelessly asking “would you mind beating my meat, too, baby?”
and when you go about to scold him, call him a jerk, a perv, a freak, insufferable while hitting his chest — playfully, because you secretly like it when he can’t contain himself around you — he blames you for it. tells you that you’ve severed him so abysmally that he’s having a hard time now keeping it soft around you (he’s not lying). that you broke him and should take responsibility for it. chuckles fill the room and mix in between your kisses that later turn into breathy moans and pants mixed in between countless of i love you’s and you’re mine and mine only’s.
but sometimes, such as today, he takes things a bit too far…
like,
—you can’t simply fuck your wife during one of the prenatal visits just because the doctor left the examination room for a bit and your dick is rock-hard from seeing your wife’s belly out in the open.
“you have to be kidding me”, you raise your brows in absolute surprise as you watch your husband unbuckle his pants, “now? HERE?”
“please?”, he looks at you, cheeks flushed and eyes of a pleading puppy.
you knew he was up to something from the glint in his eyes as he kept staring at your exposed belly earlier, completely transfixed, only his eyes following the ultrasound probe as the doctor pressed it over your tummy.
“the doctor’s going to come any moment, you know right?”, you try to confirm he is aware that this can go very wrong.
“yes, but so am i — you don’t want me walking around in cum drenched pants, right?”, he purses his lips into a pout, one that’s obviously fake (but it works on you, even if you refuse to admit it).
“it’s not like you’ve never done it before”, you mock.
“that was only one time”, he pouts (this one’s not a fake), “okay, maybe two or three times, but it happens even to the best” (it was more than two or three times)
“aha”
“oi. whose fault do you think it was? you make a man go crazy. i mean, look at me right now, just look — i am standing here with my dick almost out for you, in the doctor’s office”
“so you realize this is absolutely crazy but still you won’t pack your dick away?”
“no, i will not. i’ll die if i don’t get to fuck you this instant. and i mean it, it hurts so much. and the authorities will suspect you did it, you know. because it’s always the wives anyway…..and they won’t be wrong about it”
“you’re hopeless, satoru”, you sigh, giving him a roll of your eyes.
but still, leaning on your elbows you slowly rise yourself from the examination table and sit at the edge of it, removing the towel covering your thighs. spreading your legs for him, you think that you really made the right choice to wear a dress today — less in the way for your husband and another one of his “if i don’t get to fuck my wife, i’ll die” episodes.
“i am”, he saunters over to you, biting his lower hip at the sight of your thighs and the beautiful belly hanging in between, “but i can’t help it when you’re so pretty for me like this, i go crazy”
and fuck, if it doesn’t make you wet the way he looks at you right now as he stops to stand between your open thighs, invading your space with such ease because that’s where he belongs to be. all the signs hint at that, too — the ring on your finger, the baby in your belly and the wetness dripping from your cunt, ready to welcome him in.
“yea, you really do”, you pull the front of his boxers down, just enough to free his cock, earning a low hiss from him upon your hand making contact with it.
“all because of you”, he places his hands under your ass and slightly pulls you to himself. you’re immediately met with where he’s hard, it’s poking and rubbing against your belly.
a moan crawls up his throat and breaks out into a satisfied groan. part of him wants to cum just like this — by rubbing himself against your belly. but god, you smell so good down there that it shifts his desire. now that he’s so close to you — standing right in front of your doors — he can smell it so much better. your scent wafts up from your heat and goes straight to his nostrils, letting his brain register in the most primal of ways that your body is ready for him.
you know he’s noticed the dampness of your panties by the way his smile’s faded into a grin, you can smell yourself in the air around you, too.
“fuck, baby…can cum from this alone, you know? rubbing myself on that pretty belly that i made on you”, satoru whispers as he leans forward to take your mouth into his. his lips are loaded with such intensity that they suck the air from your lungs, leave you moaning into his mouth. the grip he’s got on your ass tightening, his fingers digging into your flesh. “but that won’t do now, so hold on tight”
you comply in silence, wrapping your hands around his neck as he lifts you up just enough to peel your panties down to your thighs, then sits you up again and drags them down your legs and onto the floor.
“just so you know—if someone comes before i do, i’ll just keep fucking you”, he grins at you as he positions himself back between your legs. his words might sound like a joke, an exaggeration of some sort to make it clear how much he wants you right now, but you know better than anyone that he’s pretty serious about it.
“then hurry up, you freak”
his fingers swipe over your cunt — to confirm that you are indeed as ready as your scent gives away — and collect your arousal before rubbing it all over the length of his throbbing cock, mixing your wetness with his vigorously leaking pre.
“open them a little bit more for me, baby”, he coaxes, hands back on your thighs, tapping softly on your skin as a signal to spread them just a little bit more and give him way. you lean back on your hands and push your legs open as much as you can. the motion causing your belly to bump against his cock, squishing it between the two of you, pressing it against his stomach.
“s-shit, baby”, he hisses at the sensation, his body jerks a little and his hips buck forward, against your belly, to deepen the friction, “i can really cum from just rubbing it on you….fuck, that’s crazy”, he laughs.
but satoru stops himself.
his hand moves away from you to get a hold of his cock and help it against your entrance, pushing the head towards your folds before slowly sinking in the entirety of it, bottoming out in you from the very start. there’s no time to waste and he’s got no patience left in him, once he’s in — he’s going all the way.
“nghh, s-satoru”, you whimper at his needy intrusion, but swallow him so easily that your wetness starts to spurt out as he’s starting to dart in and out, trickling down the crack of your ass and dripping onto the examination table.
“fuck, love…look at the way you take me”, he breathily chuckles, head thrown back as he picks up the rhythm of his thrusts, “and you call me crazy, huh…haha, fuck, f-fuc-k” — if his voice was a tad bit louder just now and could keep a steady note, he would’ve sounded maniacal.
“s-shut up….don’t compare me to yourself”, you protest, trying to deny the fact you want him just as bad but the way your walls clench around him proves the other way around. you become who you surround yourself with. he’s crazy to do this to you here of all places. and you’re just as much crazy to let him have his way with you.
you suck him in so deep that his body, caught off guard, jerks and bucks forward. it makes him forget where he starts and where he ends. he wants to let go but also to never stop, he’s fighting so hard but it’s a battle he’s slowly losing. as his pace is growing faster his thrusts are getting sloppier. “shit”, he curses under his breath. his balls are sizzling and he wants to bust so bad but not before he makes you cum.
the tension, the pulsing of his cock and the ridges of his throbbing veins — you can feel them like a heartbeat inside of you, and each time he slams against that sweet spot your clit responds with a beat of its own.
you try to hold your voice back but pants leave through your parted lips as you gasp for air.
“nghh, ’toru…’m gonna cum”, you whimper incoherently as you throw your head back, eyes shut close.
“yea? go on, baby—cum for me. come on, sweetheart—i’ll help you out”, he breathes.
his hands grabbing onto the plush of your thighs with a deadly grip, pulling you closer to help fuck himself into you better. the bottom of your belly is flat against his rock-hard abdomen now and he keeps it that way while ramming himself inside you, rubbing his cock around your sensitive walls, without pulling out. over and over until you squirm and come undone. face grimacing in pleasure and hips jerking from the electrifying sensation as you keep chanting “fuck, fuck, fuck” under your breath as quietly as possible so your voice doesn’t make it past the walls of the examination room for others — doctors, nurses and patients — to hear.
you glance your eyes to him, all disheveled and sweaty as his hips live through the last few thrusts left in them before he implodes inside of you. you hear him grumble how he’s about to fill you up while peering at you with a desperate face.
“f-fuck”, he growls throatily, charging one last time into you before spurting his load inside you. his body shudders from the release he’s been holding back. and he’s pouring too much, his heat spilling and filling your insides. you can feel it all — he’s making a frothy mess of your cunt.
it takes a few seconds after he’s done pouring his seed that his body reigns back control and he stops shuddering. he then looks at you.
“if i pull out now it’ll all spill out, you know? so maybe we should stay—?”
“no.”, you dryly interrupt. “don’t force our luck. put that thing away before someone comes and help me put my panties on”
“but it’ll spill out”, he insists.
“i’ll hold it in, don’t worry”
“oh? you know just the thought alone is doing inhumane things to me all over again, right?”
“satoru. don’t you dare.”
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