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Ao3 . Ko-fi
ASTARION
⤷ Book - Astarion comes across an interesting book and decides to share the knowledge with you. Quite literally.
⤷ The Arrangement (on-going series): masterlist
⤷ Lockpicking - You ask Astarion to teach you how to lockpick and things get... out of hand.
⤷ Pointy Ears - You accidentally find just how sensitive Astarion is when it comes to a certain part of his body…
⤷ Curiosity - Astarion wishes to satisfy his curiosity when it comes to breastfeeding... and comes up with a proposition that is mutually beneficial.
⤷ Oral Fixation - Astarion is quite sure you are going to drive him insane from how adorable and clueless you are when eating those juicy fruits around him... and he just has to do something about it.
⤷ Unexpected - Astarion has barely ever considered starting a family with you in the old-fashioned way, but an unexpected conversation might just trigger that urge.
⤷ Breathe - Astarion is more than eager to show you the perks of not breathing.
⤷ Questions - Your curiosity drives you to ask Astarion a very unexpected question, and he's more than happy to give you a proper reply.
⤷ Patience - You are too eager to ride Astarion, and he proposes a solution to your impatience. After all, experience is the best teacher and impatience its fiercest enemy.
⤷ Backfire - You should have known better than to make Astarion jealous, and now you are left to deal with the consequences.
⤷ Reading Session - Astarion walks in on you reading a rather suggestive book, and far be it from him to interrupt your learning process.
⤷Trance - Astarion is having a hard time trancing, and you offer to help him out in more ways than one.
⤷ Fever - You're running a fever, and Astarion offers to cool you down… only to make things a whole lot worse.
⤷ Everything - You're used to staying still whenever Astarion feeds on you. This time, he wants you to feel everything.
⤷ Comfortable - Astarion walks in on you in a rather compromising situation. Naturally, he offers to help, but then you ask him to promise you something that he was not expecting…
(LINKS ARE CURRENTLY NOT WORKING - I'LL FIX THEM SOON 🙏)
MIGUEL O'HARA
✫ 18+:
⤷ Tension - Miguel walks in on you late at night doing something unexpected, which makes things really awkward afterwards…
⤷ For Science - There has been a rumour circulating in regards to Miguel’s venom. It has to be too far-fetched, right?
⤷ Intimacy - Lack of intimacy after childbirth can weigh a relationship down. Thankfully, Miguel always finds new ways to keep the spark alive.
⤷ Perfect Morning - Miguel’s definition of a perfect morning involves a comfortable bed and being buried deep inside you.
⤷ Comfort - Miguel has been having nightmares as of late and seeks a level of comfort only you can provide.
⤷ Breakfast in Bed - Miguel wakes you up to breakfast in bed.
⤷ Stress Relief - Peter B. Parker should know better than to swing by unannounced.
⤷ Sharing is Caring (I) - (II) - A mission has both Miguel and you sharing a room… what could possibly go wrong?
⤷ [COMPLETE] (0) Sweet Girl , (1) Frustration , (2) Suit Up , (3) Obsession , (4) Consequences , (5) Discovery , (6) Double-edged Sword , (7) Confession , (8) Devotion - Miguel’s desire for you has been taking a toll on him, and he really has no other option…
⤷ Second Intentions - You’ve been tense lately, and Miguel offers a massage. Quite thoughtful of him… except you know exactly why.
⤷ Tracking - You find out Miguel has been tracking something that concerns you… and him.
⤷ Gentle - Miguel shows you how gentle he can be during your pregnancy and how worthy you are of it.
⤷ Backfire - The math is simple: you make Miguel jealous + push him past his breaking point = hot rough sex. Too bad Miguel doesn’t do simple.
⤷ Side Effect - Miguel has been acting off lately and you find out why… the hard way.
⤷ Stubborn - As far as you’re concerned, you just want to stay in bed all day, admiring Miguel’s glorious chest.
✫ Fluff/Comedy/Comfort/Hurt/Angst/Misc:
⤷ Memories - You are ready to tell Miguel he is going to be a father… but he isn’t.
⤷ Revelations - Miguel asks you to keep a secret, so naturally everyone is about to find out.
⤷ Solution - Period cramps always leave you feeling miserable, so Miguel offers a solution.
⤷ Tiny Spider - Your daughter has a few questions, and you suspect Miguel might just open a portal to another dimension.
⤷ Another Chance - You go into labour and all you know is that you need Miguel more than ever.
⤷ Broken - You wonder if Miguel is broken beyond repair, because he surely believes that.
⤷ Family - Miguel is a natural when it comes to being a father.
⤷ A Series of Firsts - You and Miguel are ready to become parents and you must now go through a series of firsts together.
⤷ Appreciation - Miguel catches you staring at a very specific part of his body…
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in a perfect world, you and satoru would get married. you would move into a bigger house, big enough for megumi and tsumiki and yuji and nobara and all the kids you wish you could just hide from the cruelty of this world. you would even have children of your own, away from the gojo clan and their obsession of who is going to inherit the six eyes next.
you always dreamt of a big kitchen with lots of natural sunlight. somewhere far, far away, somewhere you can properly take care of satoru in the way he deserves.
sometimes if your mind drifts far enough, you could almost taste how that feels. you could almost feel the sun on your skin, hear the voices of innocent laughter and running feet echo through the warmth of your home…
but this isn't a perfect world.
in this world, you just happen to be staring at the face-down pregnancy test on the counter. you are bent over on the sink, elbows planted on the counter, and you let your chin hit your chest. breathing is an impossible task.
it’s cold, dull as the worst of knives.
october 31st. you were supposed to be getting ready for the impromptu Halloween party everyone just decided to throw. but once again, since this is far, far away from the world you wish you lived in, you're right here, in one of jujutsu tech's bathrooms with a ticking time bomb within a hand's reach.
"it's probably nothing," shoko puffs out the smoke in her lungs one last time before stomping on her cigarette. "you said you always use protection. I don't think either of you would joke around about something like this."
"my period is four fucking weeks late." you mutter out, yanking on your hair in frustration. "a whole month. this never happened before."
you've been trying to ignore it for weeks, convincing yourself it's just the stress of everything that's going on; it happened before. a couple of weeks and you'd wake up to your uterus being angry at you again, but your breasts grow sorer. you grow cranky and angry and emotional, but you discarded this as another symptom of stress.
four weeks is a little too long.
shoko is quite worried herself, but she can't join your little panic attack. she's the only one you decided to trust with this, and as nonchalant as she usually is, seeing you in such a situation stirred something inside her.
even more so when she has just received a text that summons all hands on deck in shibuya. a text she's sure you're yet to see. a text she shouldn't be showing you until this situation is handled first.
"let's just see it," she steps forwards, a hand on your back for comfort. "whatever the result is."
"i can't have a fucking baby right now."
shoko's hand raises to your nape, giving you a comforting squeeze. she bends down to your level. you look at her.
"we can always get rid of it."
something twists in your chest at the thought, but it seems that this could be the only possible solution for such a situation. you can even do it without telling satoru, since he's been quite busy recently. this would only burden him even more.
"yeah," you nod, looking back down at the sink again. the thought is still running in your brain as you straighten up. you run a hand down your face, shaking your head as if to shake away the anxiety, and you finally reach for the test.
shoko watches as you pause. your chest heaves as you attempt to take deeper breaths, and before she can blink one more time, the test is in your hands.
the bathroom door opens, grabbing only shoko's attention.
"apologies, ladies," nanami's deep voice seems to echo in the breathless bathroom. "we need to go." he takes a step in hesitantly, gaze switching from shoko to your stiff frame. "something is happening in shibuya."
his words fail to be registered by your brain for a while. it takes you all your might to keep standing.
"fuck," you let out breathily.
shoko reaches for the stick in your hand, her stomach twisting at the little + sign on display.
she sighs. "fuck."
"what the hell is going on?" nanami advances towards you two, unable to locate the source of stress in the bathroom until shoko turns around, test in hand.
he stops in his tracks.
"i'm pregnant."
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more?
#ackermonie writes#i think im gonna make more parts of this soon#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk drabbles#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk fluff#jjk#jjk angsr#gojo angst#gojo x reader angst#hurt/ no comfort#ft. nanami#ft shoko
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Difficult Arrangements
FEYD RAUTHA x Y/N reader - arranged marriage (she/ her pronouns)
18+ - please do not read/ interact if you are underage / uncomfortable
Warnings - Implied Smut, (It's on in part 2 <3 -), pregnancy mentions, arranged marriage factors, medical talk, speaking of breeding?
please interact! I love to see the feedback:)
PT.2 HERE-
“The best course of action might be a stimulant, something to engage her desire for more frequent intercourse?” She felt like the examination table was growing colder against her. She stared down at her socked feet, trying to keep herself away from the conversation the three men in the room were having regarding her desire to fucking her husband. Feyd stood next to her slumped form, growing increasingly annoyed with what he was deeming to be a ridiculous conversation.
“What have the endless tests you’ve been performing resulted in? Seemingly a waste of time..” He responded, annoyed at their uncertain responses and experimental solutions.
“Na-Baron, Sir… the sake of the lineage needs to make sure the compatibility is there..it’s unfortunately not very simple to resolve with just practical medicine.”
She glanced at his blank expression, his jaw clenched; “So what are you two doing to assist the issue?”
“We have been researching natural ways to accelerate or increase the probability of pregnancy and we believe the stimulants in specific foods can help. Another practice has been proven to help as well..” The medic adjusted his stance, not seemingly wanting to speak on it further. Feyd was losing patience fast, “And it is?”
“Making sure there is a willingness from the female to er- engage, and for her to accomplish climax during the ovulation period…” Her brain felt like it could slip out of her head, three men discussing the logistics of her lack of orgasm and lack of pregnancy being connected. Her willingness to become impregnated with Feyd-Rautha’s child was being questioned. She sits across from dozens of scans and files on her body.
Y/N blanked out the rest of the conversation, tired from her lack of sleep and her lack of breakfast. She had grown used to the schedule set by her husband and felt the effects of falling out of schedule. As the discussion toned down, she felt herself unable to daze off.
“No, she won’t be touched or examined by a man. I’ve stated this before and I am growing quite a disdain for these stupid statements..” He wasn’t being difficult due to interest in her lack of comfort, it was more his. Feyd was territorial with what he deemed to be ‘his’. Every male around understood they could lose a limb, or their lives if they attempted to touch her. Guards were extraordinarily careful, whilst noblemen and relatives acted as though she simply did not exist.
“Na-Baron, her the Na-Baroness’ nurse and doctor are off-planet and won’t be back for at least a week.”
“Then, the examination will happen in a week. I would strongly advise both of you to step out and get back to finding more helpful solutions.” Both medics excused themselves as they stepped out. Leaving them alone in the examination room. Feyd glanced over her form, his hand slipped to the back of her neck, fingers against her soft hair. “Even more quiet than usual mouse…”
She could feel the tears building but she couldn’t do it, “I-I’ve grown quite tired of these appointments.” She whispered. “I just wish I would just be pregnant..” Feyd wasn’t one to show much empathy or emotion since their courtship. He was quite a lunatic and had complete disregard for anyone and everything around him. But he noticed her defeat, 6 months of marriage attempts since their wedding, and no heir. She was raised to strive for motherhood and couldn’t seem to accomplish the part of becoming a mother. “I have to get back to training, let’s get you to the dining room for breakfast.”
He walked next to her, keeping her at a close distance through their stride of the endless hallway.
Her mind drifted off to how loving her parents were, how they held hands through walks and constantly embraced. She wasn’t sure how he would react to an attempt at affection. Although she craved the sweetness of a hug or a cuddle, she didn’t think to attempt anything. She slowed down to glance out the giant windows. She longed for soft grass fields and flowers to step through and lay in from her home world. Feyd could see her longing stare, he knew well that she wasn’t present in those silent moments.
They didn’t say a word to each other until they reached the dining room. The servants were setting up a big portioned breakfast. “I will be back after training, I want all of your portions eaten. I will be reported back to.” She nodded, not up for arguing with her husband today. Before she could step in, his strong arms pulled her in for a kiss. His lips were rough against hers, her hands instinctively reaching for his waist. Before it could deepen, he pulled away, allowing her to step back.
“I’ll be devouring you for a nice late breakfast after training. Be good for me pet.” She nodded sheepishly, aware of his statement, and she approached her predetermined feast.
PT. 2 coming sooon
#feyd rautha#feyd x reader#feyd rautha harkonnen#dune pt 2#feyd oneshot#austin butler#dune part two#dune#dune movie#smut imagine#imagine#one shot#drabble#fanfiction#fanfic
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Can you do Rook, Malleus and Lillia trying to give period pain relief the old fashioned way
Period Pain Relief~The Old-Fashioned Way | Yandere Twisted Wonderland
They realize that pain is a natural predecessor of the period. Now Twisted Wonderland is not devoid of painkillers and magic meant to sooth your laboring body. But would you know that? No. And the ones dangerously tipping on the edge of their sanity would much rather ease the pain themselves. The old fashioned way:
Lilia Vanrouge
“C’mon love. Let’s do it my way! I’ll make it better I promise.”
While he may not have had a lot of sexual partners he’s already seen so much
Lived for so long
He’s bound to know the perfect spot to rub and the perfect pace to have you reeling
Blood is no obstacle
He’s a former general!
Though your blood is the only kind he’s interested in he doesn’t mind it or eating through it
He’s sure it will help those pesky cramps of yours
No pain killers needed
Or at the very least distract from it
“Is this better my love? To fill your pain with the pleasure I give you? Want to see if it works all throughout the week?”
“L-il-ah~stop talking!”
“Oh yeah! I agree! It’s a great idea! All week let’s not stop!”
He’s focusing on your pain right now and getting rid of it
Whether your together or not soothing you is his goal
And that’s almost enough to get him off on his own
He doesn’t even think about the true and core cause of your period
“Hm a baby…that would be nice. To be a papa again….what would you say about that Mama?”
“Forget it Lilia! This is a one time thing.”
“Sure sure until next month! And the rest of your life.”
Malleus Draconia
“Soothing your pain is a necessity but the root of the problem still remains!”
“I..don’t follow.”
“Your body burdens you because of your empty womb. Naturally the best way to resolve it is to fill it.”
He doesn’t believe in simply plugging the leak he prefers to drain the lake
Aiming to impregnate you once he gets a hold of your cycle’s schedule
Obliterating Your pain aside he’s binding you with him forever
No mirror or pesky pest that takes your attention away can take his place as your child’s father as his wife
The period is a sugarcoated excuse to do it
He’ll take your refusal and delegation as human-fear
Are you worried he won’t fit
That you won’t be prepared
About the future
No worries he’s Malleus Draconia
Your Tsunotarou
He’ll prep you properly, he’ll fund everything, he’ll even put a ring on your finger to make it official
In the end he’s here for you him
“M-Malle~hmm we can’t…it won’t~ah~”
“Shhh hush my child of man! Hng~our child is the true solution to keeping you beside me forever.”
He doesn’t quit care that it will return after the pregnancy but if your smart you’ll know his exact solution
“Then I guess we’ll just have another.”
“What?! I can’t handle that! I can barely handle one!”
“Fear not my treasure! My magic will soothe your pain.”
“You have magic that can do that…?”
“Yes.”
“Then why didn’t you use it before!?”
“I wanted a child with you and the period that plagues you would have ceased. This is what you would call a ‘win win situation.’”
Rook Hunt
“Oh mon Dieu! Please my ma beauté ultime! Ma délicatesse magnifique, let me bring you comfort!”
If you relent or are in so much pain you can’t explicitly refuse him he’s giving his aide
Blood is nothing to him
That’s not true
Its everything to him
he delights in the carnal satisfaction he has when his mouth is drenched in it
Like the predator he aspires to be he stalked you, warded off interested parties, and has finally pounced
Free to indulge in your flavor
The forbidden that only comes once a month
“Mmm parfaite!”
“Rook~Don’t talk just~eek”
“Ah I understand! Smeck~ <3 Forgive my neglect.”
Hours upon hours
He’ll happily stay between your legs
Sending a second of a glare before he lets up
You’ll regret interrupting his feast
Studying your biology to know you inside and out
He realizes he could stop your period for 9 months
He plays with the idea
But ultimately decides he has more work to do
Your cage isn’t quite ready yet
“Rook I’m tired and I’m not in pain so can we stop?”
“Non non! This hunter’s got a ways to go before I tire my amour!”
“But I want to sleep!”
“Go ahead! When you awake I’ll be right here with you!”
#yandere x reader#yandere x you#lovelyyandereaddictionpoint#yanderexrea#yandere#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst#yandere twst x reader#yandere x fem reader#yandere lilia#yandere lilia vanrouge#yandere lilia x reader#yanderes#yandere malleus draconia#yandere malleus x reader#yandere malleus#yandere malleus draconia x reader#yandere rook hunt#yandere rook x reader#yandere rook#yandere twisted wonderland x reader
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When you write the g!p sisters as fertile, how fertile do you think they are? Also can you do one with how fertile they are when they’re the ones being fucked by a cock?
-rambunctious anon
Very interesting ask!👀
I believe it’s mentioned in one of the files from the game that they are infertile, so I often write them as such.
It’s my preset too. I only change this during some breeding or pregnancy asks, actually! When I do write them as fertile, I have the following HC:
Let’s get into it!
Masterlist 1
Masterlist 2
Masterlist 3- NEW
Bela
When she is the one with the GIP
The most fertile of the 3 sisters, though with the least chance of impregnating you
This is merely to the fact that despite having high endurance, Bela produces the least amount of cum out of the 3
Bela is not a fan of unplanned, irreversible surprises
If not trying for a baby, Bela often likes to cum someplace else other than your pussy to, to avoid the risk
She isn’t really one for condoms, though would wear them for her lover too. Protection is important to her
This again decreases the chances of bearing her child unless the two of you are actively trying for one
When trying for a baby, Bela is relentless
With your legs pushed apart wide for her, she breeds you eagerly and until she is completely empty
It will take longer than with the other two sisters, but she too makes sure you’re full of her cum by the end of it, so much so that the chances of being bred are very high
It will take the least amount of tries out of the sisters for her to impregnate you, should she truly try to
When she isn’t the one with the GIP
Bela is quite fertile
She’s rather built to be a cumdump than baby maker, though, with her slim hips and more petite stature
Nonetheless, Bela likes to be careful
Her chances of getting pregnant decrease rapidly when she takes precautions, such as medication to avoid pregnancy
She knows it can happen all too easily, and if not trying for a baby, she can’t take the risk
When you are trying for a baby, it won’t take long
She is naturally quite fertile and easy to be bred
Bela can take a lot of cum in her, and loves the feeling of it
She is neither the most, nor least fertile of the three sisters
Cassandra
When she is the one with the GIP
The second most fertile of the 3 sisters
She produces a lot of thick cum, and loves to pump you full with it
It takes long until her balls are fully drained
By the time they are, her sperm will be drooling out of you as though there is no end to it
She isn’t a fan of condoms, either. If you don’t want to be pregnant, she’d appreciate a different solution to it
If no precautions are met, she will impregnate you in no time, intentional or not
(Not that this would stop her. After all, you can’t get “more pregnant” according to her)
When wanting to impregnate you, Cassandra is the most eager one
She’ll go for hours, pumping you full of her seed until nothing is left or you two are too spent to continue
Naturally, she continues this day after day until you are pregnant
When she isn’t the one with the GIP
Cassandra is the least fertile of the sisters
She can and likes to take a lot of cum in her. She loves it, actually
There’s only a very slim chance of her getting pregnant from it, though
She isn’t bothered by this. Generally she is not looking to be impregnated, after all
When wishing to impregnate her though, it will take effort and time
A lot of cum inside of her, over and over again throughout the day
To take her every few hours, pump her full of new sperm and shoot it deep into her
Pull her aside and into an empty room for quickies throughout the day, until she reeks from cum and feels it in her at all times
Maybe even a plug to keep it from spilling out of her
Even if this will make her blush and fume in embarrassment
Daniela
When she is the one with the GIP
The least fertile sister, with the highest chance of impregnating you
Allow me to elaborate on this
While she is the least fertile, she is the one producing the most amount of cum in the shortest amount of time
She will cum often and fast, and plenty
And she will get back in the mood often during the day
To prevent pregnancy, of course medications and means of protection, such as condoms are a possibility
Another means of prevention is to simply reduce the amount of time she cums inside your cunt, instead opting for different places
Trying for a baby is no challenge for Daniela at all
She just does what she normally does, and in no time you will be impregnated
When she isn’t the one with a GIP
The most fertile of the sisters
Sweet Daniela is at the highest risk of getting pregnant whenever cum is shot inside of her
Really, her wide hips make her perfect for breeding and impregnation
She definitely needs to take precautions if the two of you aren’t trying to get her pregnant
She just…loves when you cum inside of her
Often condoms or medication will need to come in to lower her fertility or stop your sperm from being shot into her
At other times, she offers you different options. Such as coating her in cum instead, or shooting it elsewhere
She likes it anywhere, her throat or ass
When trying for impregnation, it’s not an issue at all. She’s extremely fertile
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Seducing Rafe Cameron || Ch.2
Summary: You were blessed with an easy life since you were born, but it’s all threatened when your dad’s business fails and you find yourself with no prospects and no education and so your only solution is to marry rich. Who’s a better candidate than the older brother of your ex-best friend from high school? So you do everything in your power to seduce Rafe Cameron, not knowing he’s the root to all your problems.
Warnings: toxic relationship, spoiled reader, sexist elements, dark content, blackcoded reader, pregnancy, physical and emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, death threats, eventual smut.
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Rafe didn’t give you any instructions on where to meet him for Wheezie’s driving lesson, or when it’s supposed to happen. So you spend most of your afternoon and evening glancing outside the window by the foyer.
If your mom notices your glances, then she doesn’t speak.
It’s when you’re preparing your dad’s usual evening coffee that you hear knocks on the door, your heart starts accelerating at the prospect of Rafe and Wheezie being behind that door. You almost want to run to the door, but you pretend to be all calm and collected as you’re pouring the freshly brewed coffee in your dad’s favorite mug.
“Rafe, and Louisa, it’s nice seeing you,” you catch your father’s greeting from your spot in the kitchen, your heart feels light.
You decide to take a moment to compose yourself before joining the gathering in the foyer. As you walk toward the doorway, you overhear Rafe responding to your father's greeting with polite pleasantries, you could also hear Wheezie laughing here and there, also answering some questions.
Before you exit, you stare at your reflection one last time in the mirror by the corridor, when you like what you see you smile and join them.
Your eyes catch Rafe’s blue irises first, “Hey there,” he greets, and you reciprocate with a smile of your own.
“Hi, Rafe, and Wheezie,” you say, tilting your head to stare at her, and directing your attention to his younger sister. Wheezie's eyes light up, and she gives you a sweet grin, “I just hope you’re ready for some driving action, because we have a whole plan ahead of us,” walking outside your home, Rafe followed her and you followed suit.
You stare between her and Rafe with a curious stare, but still thrilled at the prospect of spending some time with them both.
“I was born ready,” you answer, making Wheezie laugh as she heads to the driver’s seat in her tiny red mini cooper.
Truth to be said, after your massive drama with Sarah you avoided her family naturally too. Not because you didn’t like them, but every time you saw them you’d just be reminded of the pain you went through. So it still felt strange that despite you having those pent up thoughts about them, and distancing yourself that they still thought positively of you, you couldn’t help but feel guilt-ridden.
Before you could reach for the door handle for the backseats, Rafe was quicker and opened the door for you instead. You smiled at him, tucking your hair behind your ear as you thanked him clearly, “Thanks, Rafe.”
“You’re welcome,” he responded, watching you get in and then he shut the door before he rounded the car to claim the passenger seat.
“Is this your car?” you asked Wheezie who was busy checking her mirrors, she let out an affirming hum, “it is, Rafe managed to convince dad to buy me my first car before getting my license so I’m more prone to be careful while driving,” she answered, and Rafe affirmed as he took his seat, “I was right, you’re much more careful driving in your car than anyone else’s, how many times did you crash my car?” he glanced at you when you laughed.
Wheezie exhaled dramatically, “accidents like this are supposed to happen, I’m a beginner!”
“So, what’s on today’s agenda?” you asked, buckling in yourself in the middle seat of the seats in the back.
Wheezie already started driving as she answered, “Rafe thinks it’s better to practice in real streets than in the practice driving range, and I was thinking that we should stop at the Milkshake Palace and then head to the beach, and then we could stop at the mall and I could flaunt to you my amazing parking skills.”
You giggled, “I will only be impressed if you manage to parallel park,”
“Hey, you’re asking for the impossible, let’s just hope she even manages to get out of Figure 8 safely,” Rafe commented, glancing at you several times and then stopping when Wheezie took her right hand off the steering wheel to swat him.
“He’s exaggerating, and don’t be an ass, Rafe. Or I will be banning you to the backseats and making (Y/N) teach me how to drive.” Wheezie replied with a playful glare, you raised your hands defensively, “I really don’t think you should ask me, I’m not the best at that, I only recently learned how to parallel park.”
Rafe and Wheezie both laughed at your words. As the car smoothly navigated through the familiar streets, you couldn't help but appreciate the pleasant atmosphere that only continued to flourish between you three.
You have missed Wheezie, and Rafe too. You didn’t interact much with the latter because of his tense relationship with Sarah back then, and now too, but you were just fine with him. You couldn’t help but wonder how your current life would be if Sarah was still in it, if she’d never slept with your boyfriend in high school.
Well, for starters she would be the one teaching Wheezie how to drive, she’d be the one to accompany you in midsummers and to make you laugh, and she’d be the one you would tell about your father’s failing business and she’d allow you to cry about it as much as you wanted without complaining once.
While the prospect of a romantic relationship with Rafe would be out of question because you’ve always been so loyal to Sarah, you couldn’t help but be a little thankful that the friendship ended way before your father’s bankruptcy.
“Right, I haven’t heard much of you (Y/N), what are you doing lately?” Wheezie asked, lowering the volume of the music.
“Not much, if I’m honest, I have been dabbling in pilates classes and some photography classes too, and I’m learning how to cook, but other than that I’m just shopping at the mall.” You answered honestly, even though the last part you haven’t done since you’ve learned of the regress of your dad’s business.
Wheezie hummed, then you could see her widening smile from the reflection of the rear-view mirror, and you just knew in your core that Wheezie was going to ask a very personal question. But how bad could it be? Nothing could be horrible, and your only secret you had to protect would be your family’s bankruptcy.
“So, any lucky secret man?” you laughed at her question, and as much as you wanted to look at Rafe to observe his reaction, you couldn’t not when you felt his intense stare at you. Despite him being in the front seat, he looked way too much at you, and tilted his head a lot to the back.
You couldn’t calm your thrilled heart, he had to be at least interested in you if he kept looking at you like this, you hoped this would at least be the case.
“Nope, why, you got one?” you wondered, now glancing at Rafe when he looked away.
His expression was unreadable, and the smile on his lips was tense. You hoped it was jealousy, or something that meant he had to be interested in you even for a little bit.
He didn’t have to be so interested in you to ask you to marry him, you just had to be around and he had to think that you fit the perfect stereotype of the typical housewife in Figure 8. You would say you were like the rest of them, you knew a lot of rich housewives that were like you in their youth.
They too had useless certificates, you already got yours in hospitality and never looked back at it since you graduated. You only had one just to say you got some form of education so you were smart but not too smart to scare rich men away.
“I don’t, the boys I like don’t like me and the boys I don’t like don’t like me either,” she said, letting out a sigh and finally pulling up to the phosphorescent sign of the Milkshake Palace.
“All Highschool boys are stupid and immature, I’m sure you’ll find your person after graduation.” You reassured, and she hummed thoughtfully, then you scooted to the edge of your seat, resting your head on the shoulder of Rafe’s seat, “what about you? Any lucky secret girl we don’t know about?”
He seemed stunned as he looked at you, surprised at your proximity, then his gaze dropped just slightly and you didn’t have to be a psychic to know he definitely stared at your cleavage.
“Uhm, no, no one.” he continued to look at you even when you backed to your seat.
The atmosphere shifted slightly after your question. Rafe’s eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he faced the front, as Wheezie steered the car into a parking spot. She failed to park correctly a few times, but that didn’t drown her excitement when you all exited the car and walked to the building.
“It’s been so long since I came here, I think the last time I came to this branch I was still in high school.” you commented, analyzing the slight changes in the building, and liking how the neon lights looked against the night sky.
“Really? Rafe and I come here at least three times a week,” Wheezie said.
You looked at the blond, “I think you were the one that showed me this spot back in highschool,” you recalled.
“I did?” he asked, and you nodded, “yeah, I remember you drove us and Sarah to the mall but you were so angry that the mall didn’t have a Milkshake Palace branch at the mall, so you took us here instead after you picked us up.”
Wheezie laughed, as Rafe stared at you with faux confusion, “no way, I don’t remember me being that angry about something so trivial,” you nudged him with your elbow, “well, I remember and I will never let you live it down, ever.”
Rafe chuckled, a genuine smile breaking through the tension that lingered from your earlier question. As you entered the Milkshake Palace, the nostalgic atmosphere mixed with the sweet aroma of milkshakes filled the air and slapped you harshly in your cheek, all you could think of was you and Sarah entering this place, arms linked and laughing.
You purposely kicked out these thoughts, and paid attention to the siblings ahead of you. The three of you found a cozy booth towards the back, surrounded by neon signs and the low hum of conversations.
Wheezie slid first inside the booth, you sat next to her and Rafe opposite you. Rafe handed you the menu, despite the two knowing exactly what they’re going to order. You shrugged your shoulders and pushed it back to him, “Why don’t you choose for me? I want to know the hype you make about this place.”
Rafe raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on his lips. “You’re putting your milkshake fate in my hands? Bold move.”
You nodded with a grin, “Absolutely. I trust you, Rafe. Impress me with your milkshake selection skills.” Wheezie chimed in, her eyes sparkling with amusement, “I have to see this, Rafe. Make it unforgettable.”
Rafe pretended to ponder for a moment, scanning the menu with exaggerated seriousness. Then he nodded and stood up, “Alright, brace yourselves. I’m going to introduce you to the best Milkshake Palace masterpieces.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, then you hid your laugh behind your palm as you and Wheezie stared at each other when Rafe walked away.
“Look at him, he looks so serious, all because we entrusted him to select some silly milkshakes for us.” Wheezie comments in a slightly loud whisper, making you laugh harder and hold onto her shoulder to stabilize yourself.
She smiles at you when your laughter dies, “I’m so happy we get to hang out again like back then,” she comments, and the guilt you felt earlier returns horribly. Especially with how genuine she looks.
“I’m happy too, I missed hanging out with you.” You respond sincerely.
Wheezie’s eyes softened, and she nudged you gently, “I understand you and Sarah had a big fight, she didn’t tell me lots of details but she told me she wronged you months after everything.”
“It was just some stupid high school drama, I’m completely over it now. But how is she? Do you speak to her?” you asked.
You didn’t know much about the Camerons after your falling out with Sarah, but you knew that after high school she started seeing a man from The Cut for years secretly, apparently he used to work for her father, and around last year she started living with him when Ward found out.
“I haven’t talked to her in months, dad is still really upset. Once she tried to visit with that man and he kicked her out, and since then he forbade all of us from talking to her.” She answered, looking at her intertwined fingers.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Wheezie. I had no idea things had gotten so complicated for Sarah,” you replied, genuine sympathy in your voice. Then you reached to hold her intertwined hands, and squeezed them gently, “It must’ve been tough for you dealing with all this mess, but I want you to know that I’m here for you,”
She smiled appreciatively, and you knew she wouldn’t take your last offer seriously and would think you were simply being polite, but you were stubborn. “Seriously, I will be there for you, if you need anything just call me and I will be there.” You said, for her sake, as you missed Wheezie and wanted to be there for her like an older sister and you knew Ward would never allow her to contact Sarah ever.
You took her phone, and dialed your phone number and when you felt your phone vibrate in your purse you ended the call, “Here, you have my number so if you need anything at any time, you know what to do.”
Her smile widened, and her stare at you turned slightly wet, so you didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm over her shoulder to bring her in a sideways hug, “I know I have already said it, but I’m really glad we reconnected again.” She said with a quivering voice, and quickly wiping away her tears under her glasses.
The harsh pang of guilt comes again to attack you, and you think back to how you behaved back then.
Did you really have to distance yourself from Wheezie who you have alway thought of as your younger sister, all because of Sarah? Did you even have to stop being friends with Sarah? Surely even after everything and all this time, you still miss her a lot and you think of her a lot.
You’re not angry that she slept with your ex-boyfriend, you're just angry that she didn’t care enough about you to not do it, or to hide it all this time.
When Wheezie completely wipes her tears away, Rafe returns, and distributes three very different looking milkshakes to each of you.
“I just guessed what you two would like,” Rafe said, handing you a pink milkshake. You thanked him, and took it and popped the lid with the straw.
“I just hope it doesn’t have mint chocolate,” Wheezie muttered, taking her light colored milkshake from him, and doing the same exact thing as you. She comments when she takes her first sip, “It’s actually good, I didn’t expect you to have good taste honestly.”
“What were you two talking about?” Rafe questioned, noting Wheezie’s red eyes and nose. She stiffened next to you, and you didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out the subject of Sarah was a pretty sensitive topic for Rafe. So, you shrugged your shoulders and lied, “just girl talk.”
She nodded, looking at you with a sheepish smile, “we were just talking about a suitable time for a girl’s day.”
Rafe raised an eyebrow, studying the both of you suspiciously, not buying your lie whatsoever, but he decided not to press further. Instead, he grabbed a seat, placing himself across from you two, and took a sip of his own milkshake.
“Girl’s day, huh? Sounds like fun,” he remarked, shooting a glance your way. You simply nodded in agreement. Wheezie, who’s eager to steer the conversation away from the sensitive territory, said, “we could go to the movies, or oh oh! We could go shopping! I need new clothes for school anyways.”
You matched her eagerness with a thrilled smile of your own, “Absolutely, and we could get our nails done!” you displayed your fingers to her and wiggled them playfully. She nodded as her smile widened, “oh okay okay, what time suits you?”
“I’m available the whole day the day after tomorrow, is it okay with you?” You suggested.
She nodded excitedly with a big smile on her face, you mirrored it and giggled when she started pre-planning your activities.
Your conversation smoothed easily the whole drive to the beach, and even at the beach where you played a messy game of chasing each other, and even going as far as splashing each other—to be frank you didn’t start it, but joined it in revenge as the duo ganged up on you.
When Wheezie parked her car at Tannyhill, she quickly gasped when her eyes fell on the clock at her dashboard.
“I completely forgot Claire is sleeping over!” she yelled, then she held your hand and squeezed it, “I’m sorry but my friend is coming over in like five minutes, and I didn’t prepare anything!” you laughed, shook your head as you reassured her, “don’t worry, you go first,”
She hugged you goodbye quickly, and then dashed with a hasty wave into her house.
You turned to face Rafe, stunned to find him already staring at you. With a small smile he said, “let me walk you home.”
You agreed with a nod and walked alongside him towards your home. It was already dark when they picked you up, and when you arrived at Tannyhill it was three hours after. There is still an appropriate time for a debriefing session with your mother if you wish while you help her with dinner.
“Thanks for tonight. It was unexpected but fun,” you expressed, looking up at him with sincere appreciation in your eyes.
He shook his head, “You’re always welcome, you’re like…” he trailed off and you hoped to all the power in this universe that he wouldn’t say you’re like a sister to him.
“The best person to have around,” he said, you had to physically restrain yourself from sighing in relief.
“I’m just glad Wheezie has someone to look up to after…you know…” Sarah’s name flashed inside your head at his insinuation. “She needs an older sister figure, someone to guide her and to be there for her. I try to be there for her but it’s just not the same,” You nodded in agreement at his words.
“You’re right,” you said, knowing just how much men loved being told they’re right, and partially because he was actually right in his judgment. “Especially at her age, I didn’t have anyone so I made some stupid mistakes I knew I wouldn’t make if I had an older sister’s guidance.”
Rafe tilted his head to you with surprise, narrowed his gaze and commented, “You didn’t make any stupid mistakes,” then he quickly added in an exaggerated whisper, “at least ones that I knew of.”
You laughed, “first thank you for saying that, but trust me, I have had my fair share of stupid mistakes too.”
“Like what?” he demanded, you avoided his stare as his smile widened. You hoped you at least looked cute enough for him to keep you around.
“Now why would I tell you about my stupid mistakes?” you said with a faux scandalized stare, hand on your chest.
“Can’t you just tell me because I want to know?” he responds.
You smirked playfully, enjoying the banter. “Well, let’s just say my teenage years were full of questionable fashion choices and a series of not-so-impressive crushes. Nothing too fun, unfortunately for you.”
Rafe chuckled, “Fashion choices, huh? Now I'm curious.”
“Maybe one day, I'll show you some embarrassing photos,” you teased, making a mental note to keep those hidden forever.
You could see your house getting closer and closer, and just like the years after your falling out with Sarah you cursed that your house was relatively close to hers. Only this time you cursed that fact, because if it was further than you’d get to speak to Rafe more.
At that wish you could almost hear your mother tutting and telling you that a woman needed to keep her mystery for a man to keep having an interest in her. You wanted Rafe to be interested in you, and so after cursing that fact you thanked it in your head.
He had to have interest, even if it was mild then it was good because most rich married men in your social circle didn’t have that much of an interest in their wives.
As you approached your house, the atmosphere lightened, and Rafe’s eyes held a warmth that didn’t go unnoticed and set a swarm of butterflies in your core. You had to kick out that feeling. You shouldn’t harbor a crush for Rafe, or god forbid fall in love with him.
All for the possibility that he might lose interest completely, and ice you out if you weren’t his cup of tea and thought some other girl was more of a wife material than you. It happened before, you’ve seen it before and you knew you might be a victim of such a scenario as well.
If he did that, then you wanted it to be easy for you to move on and seduce some other unsuspecting rich man. Perhaps his friend Kelce, you heard he will inherit his father’s country club. Or perhaps Topper, maybe he’s over Sarah and you were just speaking way too soon. He is such a Mama’s boy though, and while that was not good in general you could still wow his mother to pair him with you.
Cynthia was hard to please, but you were determined.
As you looked over your family’s property. Your determination to keep all of it intact grew stronger. You would do the impossible to keep all of it, and ensure that your parents never have to step foot at The Cut.
“So, am I going to see you tomorrow morning?” he asked, you couldn’t miss the hopeful glint he had in his ocean blue eyes. Were they always that blue? You wondered.
Grinning, you answered, “I don’t know, I guess you have to ask my alarm.” He laughed at your response, before he could speak you added, “I might, I have pilates at ten, and I have to run a few errands after so I have to be in a productive mentality to get everything done.”
“Then you’re going to be finished at twelve?” he asks.
You’re confused at his question, but you nod your head nonetheless.
He nodded with a thoughtful expression, “Great. How about we grab lunch after your errands?”
Your heart fluttered as if spring blossomed at the pits of your heart, tickling your insides and pulling at heartstrings you thought had died after everything. “Sure, that sounds good.”
As you reached your doorstep, you turned to face him. “Thanks again for tonight, Rafe. It was really fun.”
He smiled, his eyes holding a warmth that lingered. “Anytime. I'll see you tomorrow morning, and hopefully for lunch too.”
You twisted the door knob, pushed it and looked back at him to find him waiting for you to get inside.
You thought gentlemen like this died, but it seemed as the perfect example spawned before your eyes with blond hair and gorgeous baby blues. Clearing your throat as you waved shyly, “good night.”
He waved back, a stretching smile on his lips. When you shut the door, you quickly went to the window and looked secretly behind the curtain at him. He eyed your house for a bit, a smirk on his face then he looked down at his fingers and finally retreated towards Tannyhill.
There was a subtle shift in your system, an unspoken feeling you didn’t want to name afraid it shall gain power and become resilient.
For heaven’s sake, you wanted to seduce Rafe and have him like you and not the other way around. You didn’t want to get your heart broken, you weren’t doing this for fun, you were doing it out of a pure need of survival.
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Healing Shadows: Part 1
Azriel x Reader
Summary: Reader is a gifted surgical healer and water bender. Rhysand needs her help when he finds out about Feyre’s risky pregnancy. Azriel finds out reader is his mate.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,317
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11
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Part 1: Hopeless
It was a frigid, cold winter day in Velaris. Growing up in the beautiful town of night and stars, you were accustomed to the changing seasons but hated winter the most. As you stood in the back of the clinic, warming your hands by the fireplace, you heard the front door swing open; the bells hung on the back of the door knocking against each other violently. “Madja, please, I need your help,” a deep, rich voice echoed throughout the clinic. A voice you had never heard before, but laced with concern and panic, you couldn’t help but creep behind one of the bookshelves and pretend to stay busy as you eavesdropped on the conversation.
“She won’t be able to pass him naturally. I’ve spent every single day over the past few weeks trying to find a solution, but I can’t find a way out of this. Please, Madja. I need something. I need some kind of hope or some answer. There has to be some option.” Grabbing a few books to reshelve, you turned a corner, and your knees almost buckled on themselves.
Standing at the front of the clinic with his hands on Madja’s shoulders was none other than Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. You immediately recognized his blazing purple eyes, the power thrumming from him and into your very bones. You weren’t one to be easily intimidated, so you kept your focus on the books in your hands and began reshelving. Madja looked over her shoulder, trying to get your attention, but you ignored her. She knew you didn’t like people knowing about your powers, even if it was the High Lord. “I’m sorry, Rhys. I am out of ideas and don’t know what else to do. Y/N and I will do some more research tonight, but I can’t promise anything. We’ve already looked through all our books, but we will look once more. I will try my best, but the High Lady needs you now more than ever; please, go attend to her, and we will try to figure something out.” Rhysand held his stare but finally nodded, disappointment and sadness apparent in those beautiful violet eyes. He stalked out of the clinic, and Madja quickly locked the door behind him.
“What was that all about?” you asked, trying to sound as uninterested and nonchalant as possible, like it was anyone other than the High Lord who just blasted through the front door.
“The High Lady is pregnant. She was in her Illyrian form when her child was formed, and I went to see her a few weeks ago to check on the child. He has wings.”
You didn’t need more information to determine how dangerous the High Lady’s pregnancy was.
“I know you don’t want anyone to know about your gift, but you saw how distraught Rhysand was. I’ve been taking care of him and his brothers for centuries. It would mean a lot to me if you would just consider helping him and Feyre. They would be eternally grateful.” Madja’s words hung in the silent air, and her pleading gaze meant she wanted an answer sooner rather than later.
“I’ll think about it tonight. I can’t promise anything, but… he did seem really worried. I can’t imagine what he must be going through. I’ll have an answer for you by the morning.”
Madja left, and you stayed back to finish cleaning up. Again the front door swung wide open. You jumped and let out a scream, shaken out of your thoughts of the High Lord and Lady. Turning around with the broom in your hand, you took a defensive stance, only to face Rhysand. His raven black hair was ruffled, wings spread out, and violet eyes burning into your own. Neither of you said anything for a few seconds, so you decided to break the silence.
“I was just--” he started. “Madja isn’t here; she left a while ago,” you sputtered out at the same time as him.
Rhys walked over to you, keeping a few paces in between the both of you. “My apologies. I’m Rhysand,” he said, offering a gentle smile and his hand.
“Lord Rhysand, I’m Y/N.”
“Please, call me Rhys. Are you a friend of Madja’s? I’ve never seen you around before.” Appreciating his calm demeanor, you replied, “Yes, I’ve known of Madja for quite some time. I was born and raised in Velaris, actually. I’ve been interested in healing and her knowledge of medicine, so I started as an apprentice here last summer and have been working with her since then. I overheard your conversation earlier; I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Is the High Lady doing alright?”
His smile quickly vanished, replaced with a frown and furrowed brows. “Feyre is…I’m scared.” The concern and fear in his eyes returned. “She doesn’t know, but she won’t be able to pass the baby naturally with its wings. Madja says there’s nothing she can do for her. Shifting into her Illyrian form is too risky, and Madja doesn’t know how to cut into her belly without risking either of their lives. I’m hopeless,” he finished, unknowingly pacing around the room. Madja’s request from earlier still rang in your ears. You had said that you would have an answer for her by the morning, but Rhysand’s words tore at your heart. You didn’t want anyone to know about your surgical knowledge or healing powers, but you empathized with his feeling of helplessness.
Half human and half fae, you had spent years studying in the human realms before even approaching Madja, learning about surgical techniques and spending countless hours operating on cadavers that people had offered once they passed. You were forever grateful for their sacrifice long after they were gone; without them, you wouldn’t have mastered the skills you were now equipped with. You had never performed an actual surgery, let alone on a fae. Another reason you didn’t want Madja telling people of your skills-- you weren’t confident enough yet to go through with them. “Is everything alright, Y/N?” Rhys’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
“Yes, sorry. Everything is okay; I think maybe more than okay.” A grin slowly etched your face, and Rhys’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I want to be honest, but I don’t want to get your hopes up, Rhys. Nobody knows this except Madja, so I would appreciate your discretion. I studied surgical techniques for years in the human realms. My mother was human and passed away years ago after an accident. She needed a surgeon, but there were none easily accessible to us. After she passed, I promised to learn as much as I could. I’ve worked on cadavers before and am very familiar with pregnant females, but I’ve never performed surgery before, and I’m not 100% confident in my abilities. If you and Feyre want to take the chance, I would be more than willing to perform Feyre’s surgery. I know this is a big decision and not something to take lightly, but Madja told me there are not many options. Please take all the time you need and talk it over with her.”
A tear slipped out of Rhys’s eyes, and he rushed over to grab your shoulders, just like he had with Madja. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for trusting me with this information. Let me talk to Feyre and see what she says. I’ll stop by tomorrow morning to let you know, but I think this will be our best bet. Thank you.”
Rhys rushed out of the clinic. You didn’t realize how tightly you had been gripping the broom this entire time, and your jaw was clenched so tight that an ache seared through your teeth. What did I just get myself into, you thought to yourself as you locked the clinic door behind you and walked back home.
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as someone who almost died as a minor giving birth after being raped I think u should care about the lives already here and not a clump of cells. most children conceived thru rape are abandoned or killed later on anyhow
Why are you guys acting like we had to pick a sidd between saving the life of women OR the baby?? What some sort of twisted oppression Olympics is that?? Why couldn't we fight for BOTH? This is precisely what prolifers are for.
First of all, we do care about saving pregnant women's life considering the fact that death in childbirth is ≤0.05% in developed countries.... It shows that a decent healthcare system is KEY in saving women's life during delivery - and that abortion isn't needed. COPE.
The fearmongering around pregnancy kills is inversely proportionate to how it actually does IRL.
Unlike what pro abortionist liars say, no prolifer advocate for less medical help for women. And no, we aren't all Conservatives (I'm personally not) religious (secular/LGTB+ prolife organization are a thing) or males (most prolifers are female) so enough with the tHey hAte wOmeN shtick. We don't revel in women dying in childbirth struggling to get access to pregnancy care. Many of us are mom/have family and know how hard pregnancy & educating children is. You need to stop acting like only pro choicers knew what is was like to carry a baby and deliver it. That's precisely bc we know how hard pregnancy is that we consider women deserve better than a bandaid called abortion.
Abortion is the reason why pregnancy care is sooo behind in extra liberal spaces. By shoving abortion as the only solution for women hEaLthCaRe (because it's cheaper than an actual maternity leave + welfare) they never really bothered creating a decent alternative to help women who'd decide to keep their baby. How can abortion be a ✨choice✨ when the only alternative is sinking into helplessness & poverty? Damn, you guys totally understand it when it comes to prostitution but NEVER have the intellectual honesty to ponder that question when it comes to abortion 🤔
It baffles my mind how pro abortion applauded companies offering abortions instead of a decent maternity leave. You guys are the biggest useful idiots of capitalism while thinking you are soooo subversive 🙄 That's why you are making up false opposition in the form of the big bad traditional backwardish boogeyman to make you sound braver than you are lol There's no traditionalist conspiracy... Most of the planet never stopped valuing family over career or iNdepeNdencE (although there's a definite push for cultural liberalism - of which abortion culture is totally part of) It's just the pendulum naturally coming back after a decade of libfem koolaid.
You're doing exactly what the system wants from you. You're the equivalent of 'eyeliner so sharp it would slays patriarchy' kinda shit. Especially radfem who will scream that women aren't body part (and they're right) yet advocate for the very act of treating our body like such (against our biology most basic function such as fertility/procreation) - if not straight up vilifying its work ("a baby is a parasite"). Would it even occur to you that fetus aren't "body parts" to be disposed of?? You uterus is a "clump of cells" too, you might as well throw it to the trash 🤪
Oh and many of these "poor pregnant woman got arrested for abortion" have been debunked. You guys really need to get over these misleading sensational headlines seeking to demonize pro lifers (weird, I thought there was a back to traditionalism conspiracy 🤔 shouldn't mainstream media be on our side? 🤔). Those poor women either took drugs to kill their fetus or even killed them AFTER their birth (I'm sure there's a masterpost floating around debunking these stories).
Abortion doesn't even stop rape. If anything, if facilitates its erasure (planned Parenthood allying with pimps to perform underage abortion under the radar) You guys are just moving the goal to appeal to emotionalism. Even if rape disappeared overnight you'd stil advocate for abortion so please, shut up about it. You are exhausting.
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Arranged Marriage Gojo again part 3 I think?
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, one or two smutty headcanons, Satoru being so sweet and caring, mentions of your daughter only once so you can change it to fit your selfship
Though your parents had made it clear that this marriage was to produce a strong heir for the Gojo clan, Satoru never saw it that way. Making sure you knew that your happiness and love mattered above all, he wasn't ever really sure about kids in the first place
But he's so excited when you tell him though, over the moon! Grinning so big and kissing your face all over before putting his hand to your stomach as if he could already feel the baby. "I'm gonna be a dad? Really?" He asked, so happily, his blue eyes sparkling .
The announcement of your pregnancy seemed to have unlocked something within him though, a type of feralness he never knew. It felt like he always needed you. Needed his mouth on you, his hands, needed to fill you up as if you weren't already pregnant with his child. Needed to cuddle you and have you close to him always. Protect you from everything.
And protect you he did. The moment notice was sent to the elders of his clan he forbade them from seeing you or your baby. Made sure they knew he would murder without hesitation if they so much a stepped foot near your home. He knew this wasn't a long term solution due to the nature of his powers and your child's potential, but it seemed to have worked for now.
The moment his daughter is born it feels like his world shifts. Everything is so much brighter, more perfect. His heart drops a little at the downy soft white hair adorning her head but when she opens her eyes just the littlest bit and peers up at him he notices the absence of the endless blue, her eyes not electric and all seeing like his
He breathes a small shaky sigh of relief, it didn't pass. Not this time. "She's got your eyes, love" he tells you proudly, his fingers delicate against your babies softness and warmth, grinning so bright when her tiny fists clenched against his shirt
You both couldn't be happier with your little family but it doesn't stop him from wanting another one as soon as you can, missing your pregnant belly and feeling his baby kick against him. He'll just have to fill you up again and again, as many times as you want
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Princess - Genji Shimada
Genji Shimada x Female!Reader
Summary : After some help from Mercy, you had the possibility of getting pregnant with Genji's child. And it's when he was on a mission that he learned you were giving birth. It's still with him by your side that you did it.
Warnings : None
Words : 690
Note : English isn't my first language, so if you see any mistakes don't hesitate to tell me :)
Genji went as fast as he could at the medical center of the Overwatch headquarters. He was coming back from a mission, and was pretty tired. But he had to be fast. From afar, he noticed his brother, leaning against a wall.
"Where is she?" Genji exclaimed while taking off his helmet.
"Right here." Hanzo answered, pointing to the door next to him.
"Thanks, brother." He simply said before going into the room, hearing small grunts. "I'm here! Is everything all right?" He asked as he was getting rid of his sword and his helmet.
"Yes, it should be finish soon." Angela answered with a nod.
Genji was given a white coat by an another doctor, that he put on clumsily. With an hint of hesitation, he approached the bed. Your eyes met his, when he delicately take your hand in his metallic one. As you screamed while pushing, like Angela told you to do, you hold it tighter.
"I hate you, Genji!" You growled, holding his hand as tight as you could. "Why did you make me pregnant?" You cried between screams.
"Well… because you wanted a child and Angela found a solution." Genji answered naturally.
"Then why- Fuuuck! Why did you accept?" You breath heavily, following the rythm Angela was showing to you.
"Because I love you and that I was happy about that idea." He said, starting to panick.
"Well you shouldn't!" You growled once again.
"You can do it, the baby is almost there!" Angela cheered you up. "One last strong push!" You followed Angela's guidance and, not so long after, cries could be heard. "There she is." Angela said joyfully.
You breath out all the air that was still in your lungs, slowly turning your head toward Genji. He had a tiny smile while looking at the baby. He already seemed excited at the idea of holding the little girl.
"Genji?" You murmured, making your husband looking at you. "I love you… I love you so much… I'm sorry for what I said, I really didn't mean it…" You continued while sobbing because of all the stress you accumulated since the start of your pregnancy.
"I know, don't worry." He reassured you while caressing your head, before kissing your forehead.
"Here's your little one." Angela said with a smile. She gently put her in your arms, so you could hold her.
"She's so pretty." You said with a smile.
"She looks like you." Genji said with a slightly shaking voice because of the emotion.
"You're kidding? She's your spitting image." You contradicted with a chuckle.
"You think so?" Genji seemed actually surprised. You just nodded as an answer. He looked at your daughter, observing every details of her small face.
"Do you wanna hold her?" You suggested him.
"Can I?" He asked, his eyebrows rose.
"Of course, she's your daughter after all!" You answered, giving him your daughter.
With all the prudence he could have, he took her I'm his arms. He was so happy, and yet so nervous because of his metallic side. You couldn't hold back your smile at the sight of Genji already fond of your daughter. The door suddenly opened. Genji and you looked toward it, and saw Angela with Hanzo by her side. The older of the brothers slowly walked to Genji.
"She looks like you when you were a baby." Hanzo said with a look at your daughter.
"I told you she looked like you." You reminded him.
"I hope that you will take good care of her, not like that pet you had." Genji had a shocked expression on his face at Hanzo's words.
"I was a child, and that rabbit didn't die!" Genji was offended. "Plus, it's not the same… she is my little girl, my princess. I will not hurt her, nor let her having a bad moment in her life." He continued without turning his gaze away from the baby.
Hanzo looked at him without adding anything. Inside, he was just proud of his brother. Genji then had a bright smile, a tiny tear rolling down his cheek.
"I'm happy!" Genji declared in a laugh.
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The Princes
After a deal is established between Krulu and Miara, the idea of creating offspring becomes slightly less abhorrent to Krulu, for a multitude of reasons, some of which he's not keen to admit.
Miara will tell him a lot of truths he needs to hear, a couple of these being particularly pleasing, such as:
Siadar have vastly stopped watching Earth. This means the banished is not in as much danger as he believes himself to be. There's no need to be as subtle as he currently is being, because ever since Earth became the equivalent of a "no-go" zone, he's in little to no danger of being found. He's in an isolated, abandoned instance, inside a system vastly abandoned by siadar. Mother is only there because she's a deviant looking for her fragment;
He has her protection. In the very unlikely scenario that something did go wrong and both of them would be found, Miara volunteers herself to not only protect, but also sacrifice herself for the offspring and possibly buy all of them enough time to escape. This is not being done for Krulu specifically, but rather for Admin, the shard. Miara wants to proportion nothing but the best for you and is driven with all her being to ensure that you live the most fulfilled life. Does Krulu like that having Mother's protection soothes him? No, fuck no. But he can't deny that it makes the idea of heirs more feasible, tangible, less stressful.
Why is Miara so keen on kids?
Simple, she's a fertility goddess. As a former matemaker, and a creator, she can't help but encourage procreation amongst those she cares for. You (Admin) yourself are extremely family-oriented (if you weren't before, you sure are now) as one of your longest lasting wishes to be impregnated by Krulu and bring his heirs into the world. This desire is in direct correlation with your soul's link to Miara.
Other than that, she's also very excited to see a possible new generation of monsters be created, as she's come to adore the "heretical" diversity of this planet.
Why is Krulu so against kids?
Tl;dr: Trauma.
The last thing he wants is to be found again, to have the few things he's relearned to love be ripped from his grasp, decimated anew. He wouldn't survive that, he'd enter such a nauseating level of hysteria, of mania, that his mental faculties would never recover and he'd scorch everything alive. This planet, his kind, himself. Just thinking about actually going through with it causes him grief and panic deep enough to make his chest ache. Naturally, as his vessel, this saddens you to no end.
Putting that major mental block aside, Krulu is also saddened by the possibility of passing on his wounds and "blemishes" onto the offspring, which is likely, since the extended period of time inside The Null altered his core, his genetics.
The "test run"
Belo is the first who gets to put a baby in you.
For several reasons, mainly that Krulu isn't ready to do it until much later, but this test run with Belo only serves to sway him in that direction. The idea is implanted in your head first by none other than Miara, who is very good at coming up with mildly creative, kinda bullshit solutions to a lot of problems. If Krulu won't grant you offspring just yet, why not coax him with the image of you swollen by Belo's child?
This is beneficial for a lot of reasons, mostly that there's little to no danger involved for Krulu or you. Plus, it's something the higher finds himself very aroused by. The pregnancy will be smoother, and everyone gets a chance to orient themselves towards a more familial dynamic. Belo himself is extremely honored to have this chance, and exists in shock for a great deal of its duration.
After the angel hybrid child is born, your recovery is given priority, as soon enough, you'll be welcoming Krulu's heir. This pregnancy is already vastly different, and a touch more risky. (I've detailed the basic gist of it before.)
The offspring
Put simply, the siblings are as follows:
Adelo (Prince of Eden) -> Belo and Admin's child. An angel hybrid with some odd shapes here and there. Little about them is humanoid, mostly because angels are some of the most untampered types of creations genetically speaking, it would take a lot of successive breeding with lessers to make extremely humanoid angels. A very playful person, masculine-presenting, hermaphroditic. This little bozo originally simply wanted to goof off and was content only having to perform small errands for his parents, the clergymen and so forth. Upon teenhood, he's told about some plans for Eden, and how Krulu wishes Adelo would become its ruler within time. Ever since then, he has strived to make his parents' vision become reality, no matter what.
Adrul (Prince of Perdition) -> Krulu and Admin's child. Retains a lot of his father's visage, though with the odd feature of a centipede-like lower body. Has been somewhat quiet and serious since childhood, in great contrast to his brother, though he's not incapable of humor. The hybrid didn't like to feel useless and would take on any role necessary, no matter how foreign it felt. He takes his mission to heart and swears to convert every demon, or kill them where they stand shall they refuse to honor Krulu. Although he may outwardly come off as intimidating and heartless, Adrul has a lot more empathy than his brother.
As princes, it's safe to assume both monsters suffer from some degree of loneliness and stress, imposed on them by the missions they have been encumbered with. If only there was someone who caught their eye, made life more bearable...
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Feminists who make sensible, reasoned arguments in favour of autonomy and have calm debates with the anti-abortion crowd are amazing and I admire them and of course we need them to continue educating and informing, for the sake of the women and girls on the fringes of the discussion especially.
But ffs I do not CARE if the foetus is alive, or a person, or a baby, or anything else. If something is in my body and I do not want it there, it is not staying inside me. I am not a vessel. I am not obligated to grow a new human with my own body and its resources.
"Consent to heterosexual sex is consent to pregnancy but also if you're raped don't blame the ickle baby and abort." Sure. Hence abortion. Hence contraceptives. Solutions are invented when there are problems to be solved. Whether those problems are natural or created or even self-inflicted is irrelevant.
"Mothers have an obligation to their children." And yet, those who seek abortions should be prepared to choose adoption as a satisfactory alternative. So which is it, are we dutiful mothers from the moment of conception or are we supposed to be happy performing unwanted reproductive labour for adoptive parents? Are we cattle or are we dogs?
"You're killing your baby." I don't care if it's an endangered Amur leopard cub tbh, it's not staying there. I am not a mother and I do not want to reproduce. I have seen motherhood. I think mothers are incredible, as a group and often as individuals. I also think unwanted motherhood is the cruelest fate imaginable, for both woman and child.
Bottom line is, there is no scenario where it is more ethical to force a woman or girl through pregnancy and birth than it is to safely terminate said unwanted pregnancy. No amount of guilt-tripping or moralising or misinformation or provocative rhetoric can outweigh my right to choose not to be pregnant.
(Also personally I would terminate myself if I couldn't access termination for an unwanted pregnancy. So I guess the foetus would still technically end up aborted lol. You ain't growing from me, sunshine.)
#abortion#pro choice#radblr#radfem safe#radical feminism#i recognise as a lesbian i have a slightly skewed view on abortion since#consensual pregnancy would mean quite the process#but i seriously have no patience for anyone who is anti abortion#whether right wing left wing centrist proclaiming to be feminist etc#i don't care#fuck off#*not a skewed view on abortion - a skewed view on pregnancy full stop
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Reread your demo (and still heartbroken over Frey). In the demo, if you have your MC give birth, it's mentioned that their chronic illness makes it a bit difficult. I was wondering how the ROs would react if MC is pregnant with their child (if they want kids) and has similar difficulties? And how would the Hero feel about being a big sibling? Just looking for some cute family comfort because seeing Frey worry over MC made me melt. <3
Hi! Thank you for rereading the Demo! Always nice to revisit the angsty feelings that keep us awake at night 🙂. Everytime I miss Frey, I reread certain scenes too, and I totally get it anon. Thanks for this ask!!
I do love it when Frey takes care of MC, especially when you consider that MC has always taken care of themselves, and those of you who have a more stubborn MC - you definitely need it.
Regarding kids, I don't know if Pachypoda would want more or not. I feel like they're very neutral about that, it really just depends on what MC wants. Nights themselves can't have kids naturally, so it's not something Pachypoda thinks about often.
They'd definitely be overbearing with a pregnant MC. Always asking if they're okay, what do they need, how are they feeling... never ending barrage of questions because Pachypoda wants to make this as easy for you as possible. It may come across as annoying, especially while MC is going through what they're going through, but if you speak your mind, Pachypoda will understand and will come up with less direct solutions, that don't require bothering you. They're smart after all.
Astro/a would definitely want kids. They may not seem like it, but they like children, and like taking care of them. Children also often like them, so I guess it's a win-win situation.
I'm sorry to inform you that does not mean that Astro/a is good at dealing with pregnancy. They can be a bit obnoxious about it, and can hurt you if you're not careful enough. Not physically per say, but definitely emotionally. They are not ones to spoil you if they're excited about something, they're most likely to lose themselves in their excitement and ignore you. But this is where communication is important, if you say that you need them to help you, they will drop everything to help. They care about you, love you and the child you carry, that will never come in doubt.
Secret LI1 does not want kids. But it's not a determined thing. They can be convinced to want kids. After all, the reason they don't want kids is because of who they are at the moment, but with growth, they might have a different opinion on the subject.
I think of all the ROs so far, Secret LI1 would be the best at taking care of a pregnant MC. Mainly because they know exactly what the MC needs and when - call it a superpower if you would. They can read MC well, know them well, and they are extremely careful and responsible. There's nothing to worry about if Secret LI1 has anything to do with it.
100% Secret LI2 wants kids, more than one if possible. They love family and having a family, and they want to have kids of their own.
They'd be a mix of knowing how to deal with a pregnant MC and not. Most of the time, they have no idea what to do, but they're a quick learner. They'd educate themselves on what to do, how to best help you and make this a bit less painful for you. I think they'd do a good job, but not enough, at least until they get the confidence they need. But they're a great listener and will do whatever the MC needs, no matter how outlandish.
I think I've briefly touched upon Hero wanting or not wanting another sibling here. But in summary, they'd be super excited about having a sibling. They can be rather sheltered, so having someone else like them, will make them less lonely.
#ask#anon#hmif reactions#hmif hero#hmif mc#hmif pachypoda#hmif astro/a#hmif secret li1#hmif secret li2
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another fic cοmmission! 💕
Thank you @askbloatedbellyblog for commissioning a second chapter for the Jade fic featuring vore, bloating, and burping! Everyone may find the first chapter here! Also, content warning for mentions of fantasy pregnancy wrt the vore shenanigans~
Without further ado, enjoy Jade enjoying another helpless student at Azul's request ♡
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Jade was so full. He tried not to sway from side to side as he stood, letting his excitement for the task ahead, as well as the weight of his gently burbling belly, carry him after the retreating Azul.
“I’m coming,” he moaned, following him into the VIP room of the Mostro Lounge. “But… you took advantage of me amidst the comfort of my own feeding time. Is there nowhere I am safe from your devious tentacles?”
“Oh, whine all you like,” Azul griped, pulling Jade in as he shut the door. “It’s not as if I’m terribly busy myself, or anything.”
Jade gave an affected sigh. Surely Azul could afford to be late just this once. “Alright,” he said. “Who might the catch of the evening be?”
After rummaging through a leather binder from a bookshelf, Azul showed Jade a single page. There was a name, a school identification photo, and a short description of a student, all of which Jade committed to memory as he read. “Excellent,” he said, smiling at Azul.
“Have as much fun with it as you like, I don’t care,” said Azul, snapping the binder shut and putting it back on the shelf. “But it must be done tonight. Can I trust you, Jade?”
“Oh, worry not,” Jade replied. “This seems like quite the interesting task indeed.”
With that, Jade left, and began the hunt for his next piece of prey. Usually, he would stride down the halls with all the quiet confidence he had learned to project during his time on land. Now, however, with his belly full of victims and victuals, he had no choice but to move slower, occasionally stopping to rest against the glass walls.
Quietly, Jade cursed Azul. Jade was a moray eel. Chasing down a creature and breaking them within the span of one action-filled night was not in his nature. Perhaps, however, he would be able to set a trap.
In the errant contract-breaker’s file, Azul had taken care to note what he had ordered from the Mostro Lounge—seaweed salad, every time he came, which was often. The salad could imply that he cared about his health, but the frequency of visits showed a certain thriftless gluttony—or a friend who dragged him along easily.
Luckily for Jade and his sub-par pursuit skills, he caught sight of the boy soon, slurping a simple solution to the problem right before his eyes: when Jade strode through the mirror to Night Raven College and arrived at its dining hall, there sat a figure at a distant table, a forkful of sauce-slathered spaghetti halfway into his mouth, who was the spitting image of the boy in the photograph.
It appeared the poor creature liked slimy foods.
He was sitting alone.
Carefully navigating the tables so that his heavily bloated belly did not bump into them, Jade approached the boy.
After a truly pitiable amount of time, he noticed Jade, quickly averted his eyes back to his pasta, then dared a second glance up at him.
Jade was looking right into his frantic eyes. The boy could not look away.
“Hi,” Jade said, and, pulling a chair out from across the table, carefully sunk down into a seated position. “Enjoying a late supper?”
Mouth full, the boy nodded.
“You’re one of the last ones here,” Jade remarked. “They’ll have to close the dining hall eventually.”
Wide-eyed, he did not reply, only swallowed his mouthful of spaghetti and gaped up at Jade.
He was pathetic, almost too easy a catch. In Jade’s slowed condition, however, he would have resented any more difficulty. “It appears,” he said, “that at this rate, you will not have time to fit in a dessert course. That’s a shame.”
“It’s fine,” he replied, voice weak. He knew he was in trouble, but had not yet begun to argue. How cloyingly meek.
“Oh, not at all,” clucked Jade. “As a repeat customer of the Mostro Lounge, you deserve all of the best. You deserve—” He gave his own belly a slap with both hands. “—to end each day with a feeling of glowing satisfaction.”
Silence. The unfortunate student took another bite of spaghetti.
“Luckily for you,” Jade purred, “there is a special going on right now at the Mostro Lounge. A select few loyal customers, yourself included, may enjoy free entrées and desserts until midnight tonight. There are jellies, mochi, delightfully long licorice whips…” He pretended to count on his fingers, while quietly struggling to cross his legs atop the limited space of his lap. “Soft, juicy candies the heart could never dream of, and ice cream dripping with sauce…”
“...I’m good,” the little contract-breaker said weakly.
“This opportunity will not happen again,” said Jade, smoothing down a fraying seam on the hem of his glove. “Perhaps not even next year. It’s a big investment on our part—though all worth it for you, of course.”
Jade’s prey lifted a forkful of pasta to his lips, but did not eat it, only froze there in what looked like resignation.
Jade smiled. “I strongly recommend you take advantage of this offer now.”
“R-Right now?”
“Indeed.”
Not bothering to finish nor even clean up his food, he rose.
“Good,” said Jade, getting slowly to his feet as well. “I’m so glad you’ve made the right decision. If you’d follow me.”
With his meek little meal in tow, Jade left the dining hall, and began searching the building for a room that was both empty and in a private location.
After a hilariously long spell, the boy spoke. “Um, Jade? The Hall of Mirrors is that way. We have to go through there to get to Octavinelle, right?”
“You’re correct,” Jade replied absentmindedly. “This offer is… very special, though.”
At last, he came upon a classroom in a secluded little corner of the school building, and ushered his friend inside.
“I thought you said we were going to the Mostro Lounge,” he said timidly, as Jade shut the door.
“Eventually,” Jade hummed. Standing between his prey and the door, he loosened his belt. Then, he approached him, one unhurried step at a time, already-engorged belly swaying leisurely from side to side.
He laid a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You are aware of the contract you signed with Azul, yes?”
The poor fellow was beginning to tremble. “Yes,” he said. “I think so.”
“You think so,” Jade said, voice a deep and soothing purr. “That’s a good start.” His tight gut was pressing into the boy’s front now, and he kept walking forward, toward the back of the lecture room, letting his prey stumble backwards beneath the pressure. “Do you,” he continued, with playful disinterest, “happen to remember the terms of that contract? In particular, what Azul and those acting on Azul’s behalf are authorized to do if you break those terms?”
“No,” he breathed, in barely a whisper.
“Oh, lovely!” chirped Jade. “That means I will get to remind you.” He had walked around the podium at the head of the classroom, and reached the wall. “This, for one!”
In one graceful swoop, he leaned all his weight forward, grateful for the stability of his toes as he pressed into the fellow, his massive gut squeezing around him, harshly shifting the weight of its contents to accommodate the severe press between it, its pitiful piece of prey, and the wall.
“Mmm…” Jade groaned, letting his eyelids flutter, briefly shutting out the delightfully terrified expression on the boy’s face, to revel in the sweet pain upon his stomach. “Yes,” he said, “perhaps I ought to stretch myself out a little bit first…”
“First?” the boy squeaked. “Before what?”
Jade only smiled.
“Please, Jade; I can barely breathe—”
He chuckled. “Ah, I do sympathize with that,” he said mildly. “Now and then, I find myself struggling for breath after a truly bountiful meal.” He ran a gloved hand down his victim’s reddening face. “Perhaps, after you arrive at the feast, you will end up feeling the same.”
“I thought you were lying about the feast,” he wheezed.
“Oh, no!” Jade said, blinking. “You wound me to think so. It’s true; I have prepared a plethora of treats for you, all off the Mostro Lounge’s menu.” He smiled, and gave his shoulder a conspiratorial squeeze. “They’re all fantastically slimy. I daresay you’ll be in paradise.”
“Well, where are they?” His eyes were beginning to bulge.
“Patience, my dear friend,” Jade said. “And I ask you not to forget about that contract. Loyal customer though you are, agreements are agreements.”
“Okay—” he spluttered.
“And you so kindly agreed,” Jade said, pressing smoothly harder, closer, looming with the full confidence of contract behind him, “...to fulfill your contract’s terms, on pain of…” He grinned, and glimpsed his jagged smile reflected in the boy’s dark pupils. “Well,” he said, “why don’t I show you firsthand?”
The ineffectual panic of cornered prey seized the little contract-breaker all at once. Shrieks spilled from deep in his chest, and he thrashed with primal mania against the all-encompassing swell of Jade’s chyme-filled belly, but all too soon was he silenced.
One of Jade’s arms snaked around his shoulders, locking his limbs fast in place, and his other hand came to cleanly cover his mouth.
Quick and easy. Jade hoped this piece of meat would be similarly gentle on his already overtaxed stomach. “Thank you for dining with us,” he said, voice dripping with proverbial honey. “There is a large number of snacks and beverages waiting for you, courtesy of the Mostro Lounge.”
The contract-breaker blinked.
“While there is no… tableware from which to eat them, we hope that you will enjoy yourself all the more without it. For a more traditional, less… immersive dining experience, we suggest visiting the Lounge during our regular hours, and ordering a dish as usual.”
“Mmgh?” the boy peeped.
Jade was having so much fun teasing his prey about his slick and slimy destination that he almost failed to tell him one of the most entertaining facts of all. “Also,” he said cheerfully, “you may be surprised by the number of people already present—one, that is.” He snickered. “I do ask you not to be alarmed, as that would upset me ever so much. You and this other customer have much in common. I’m sure that the two of you will get along swimmingly.”
With the last rays of twilight illuminating the empty classroom, Jade at last made his catch. The student’s Night Raven College uniform flapped around as he flailed, up into the air above Jade’s open maw, muffled shrieks of protest soon quenched altogether by the muscles of Jade’s bulging throat, and only the gentle sound of slurps and rustles persisted.
Swallowing prey was second nature to Jade. This fellow went down easily, barely putting up a fight at all. All it took was a steady series of gulps, and his entire body was inside Jade, sinking lower, lower, until his very last bits had slipped satisfyingly into his stomach.
Jade let out a breath that was cut off by an airy burp. In a heartbeat, the fleeting spell of satisfaction vanished, and he was reminded of just how much he had eaten, even before stuffing this student down his throat. He could not help but groan, stumbling back to lean against the podium, hands fumbling instinctively below his gut for his belt, undoing it all the way with careless speed.
Another belch broke from him, wracking his whole body with the sickly urgency to relieve pressure, now, now. He would not allow himself to be sick, though. He knew how to take care of himself, and take care of himself he would. The overwhelming tightness would not overwhelm him, as long as he was here, in the quiet, alone.
He made his way to a row of seats, almost falling over beneath his own sloshing, wobbling weight as he did so. This private clumsiness, he supposed, was one of the reasons why he had chosen to eat the fellow rather than deal with him any other way. Since he had arrived on land, he had gotten so good at walking. Now, here he was, helpless amidst the thin atmosphere of air, once more barely able to support himself.
He tumbled down onto a table, stared up at the ceiling, and smiled. There would always be new things to learn, new skills to master, wayward spirits to watch die in the eyes of those who had displeased Azul. He simply had to devour life one bite at a time.
Looming before him, blocking his view of much of the classroom, was his overfull belly. He was keeping it stable fairly well—none of his periodic belches came up wet, he no longer felt like he was in immediate danger of being sick, and the balance of his supine position was unswaying, in spite of the sometimes subtle, sometimes erratic shifting within his stomach. He was proud of himself. As the surface of his belly shifted and writhed, he was proud of his prey too. Finally, the little creature was putting up a passable fight.
He caressed the upper dome of his gut, and let out a long, soft sigh.
Darkness fell quickly upon the classroom. Now and then, in spite of the hour, footsteps passed by outside the door, but no one stopped to look inside. If they did, they would surely see Jade. In the rising light of the moon, white shirt protruding out from underneath the rumpled band of his waistcoat, his belly almost appeared to glow.
How long he would be able to stay here, he did not know. For now, however, he felt no other option but to remain pinned here, relishing every feeling, sight, and sound coming from inside his guts, letting the entirety of his consciousness zero in on his desire to digest.
It was not for lack of a plan that he let postprandial bliss wash over him so. If a professor caught him here, a few fake tears could literally or functionally convince them that a pack of bullies had determined that Jade was simply too tall, and needed to be force-fed a bottle or two of expanding potion, in hopes of making his width match his height. If another student entered this classroom, all it would take would be a wink, and a slyly delivered implication that they might be next.
Much to Jade’s own surprise, he had not concocted a plan for the person who did walk in on him a quiet while later. This person slammed the door open, letting in the brightness of the hallway and a forceful “JADE!”
Jade nearly jumped out of his over-stretched skin, before he realized who it was. As the tense wave of nausea from the shock died away, he let a cold smile spread over his face, and turned his head toward the doorway.
“Good evening again, Azul.”
“Jade, please get down from there,” huffed Azul. “There is something very important, and troubling, that I need to show you back at Octavinelle, and it’s urgent, pertaining particularly to your situation right now—”
Under the weight of his own body and in the comfortable air of evening, Jade could viscerally understand why Floyd was sometimes so contrary. Sensations from Jade’s flesh had overtaken his very ability to walk and breathe as usual, and here Azul was, babbling on about something important, hoping to frogmarch him back to the dorm.
“Very well,” sighed Jade, then raised his hand, and let it slap down upon his belly, which in turn jostled a little burp out of him. “You must allow me to move slowly, though. My stomach churns and jolts within my belly every time I so much as blink.”
Azul, silhouetted in his dorm uniform in the doorway, leaned against his cane. “I did not ask you specifically to eat the fellow, Jade. I merely authorized you to. It is entirely your fault if your chosen method of dealing with him has incapacitated you like this.”
“Oh, I know,” Jade replied dreamily. “I would by no means have gotten myself into this… predicament if you had asked it of me, and had I not wanted to.”
Azul exhaled gruffly, rubbing his temples. “Why did that sound like an insult?”
“Did it?” Jade hummed.
“It doesn’t matter why you’re here,” Azul said. “The fact is, you are, and there is something I need to discuss with you in private back at Octavinelle.”
“This classroom is rather private, is it not? You’re the first person to open that door since myself. Surely you can discuss with me here.”
While Jade could not clearly make out Azul’s face, he knew he must be scowling. “Need I repeat,” he said, “that the matter I speak of has to do with you?”
“I ought to be flattered, then,” mumbled Jade, and slowly shifted his legs to begin his dismount of the classroom table. “I’ll make a note to myself to thank you for your consideration tomorrow.” As he stood, the contents of his belly jostled around uncomfortably, and he made a comically vain attempt to straighten out his far-too-small clothes. “As for now, however,” he said, “I hope you’ll forgive me if I’m preoccupied with matters more… pressing.” He shot Azul a smile as he sauntered up to him. “Squeezing. Stretching. Crushing, et cetera.”
“Very funny,” said Azul, and from behind the glint of his glasses, Jade could at last make out his eyes, as they rolled back sarcastically. “Thank you for getting down from there. Now, how well can you walk?”
“Not very!” chirped Jade.
“Alright,” said Azul, “let’s go slowly.”
On the walk back to Octavinelle, Jade and Azul chattered about current goings-on about campus and the Lounge. Azul was ever a font of conversation topics, data, and comments. Watching him rattle off ideas about a new feature’s potential impact on the Lounge’s finances, Jade began to wonder: if Azul’s thoughts were tangible objects, and he swallowed them all, would he be as full as Jade was now? Would he even be able to move? Poor Azul, he thought, would rather his head be fit to bursting than his stomach halfway so.
“Yes, indeed,” Jade replied to a remark from Azul, then abruptly changed the topic. “Most likely,” he said, “you could take care of wayward contract-breakers in the way I have done today. I doubt it would be hard for you.”
Azul’s eyes snapped open wide, and he almost stopped in his tracks, then stumbled as he kept walking. “You know damn well that with the type of work I do, that would not be feasible, even if I wanted to in the first place.”
“On the contrary,” Jade said pleasantly. “I’ve managed to wait tables just fine whilst in this condition, amidst the bodily process I am in now, to say nothing of doing more… involved work. I think you’d be entirely capable of going about your business as normal. Whether or not the idea appeals to you, I believe you ought to try it at least once. If you do end up taking to it, a whole world of possibilities would open up to you.”
“Jade,” snapped Azul, “are you trying to sell me on the idea of eating a person?”
“Ssh!” Jade hissed. “Please, not so loud! We are not talking about such barbaric matters as eating people, much less eating our beloved customers! If someone overheard us, they could get quite the ghastly impression!” He smiled. “And that would be bad for business.”
“I should make sushi out of you,” grumbled Azul. “How’d that be for a… world of possibilities?”
“Oh, Azul,” Jade said, “you know very well I’d tense my whole body up before the slaughter, so the meat would come out terribly tough and unappetizing. Besides, it’s not the same.” He ran a hand with genteel delicacy over his bloated tummy. “Sushi can be eaten daintily. Heh, I’ve seen you do it. You wouldn’t get to feel the bulk of my shoulders stretching out your throat, the wriggling of my fins as my whole tail thrashes in your mouth, nor that monstrous swelling within you already burning most fiercely, as you realize with spine-chilling horror that you still have half of me left to go…”
“I’m not going to eat you, Jade!” Azul yanked open the back door to the Mostro Lounge’s VIP room.
“Oh, thank goodness!” said Jade. “I was beginning to get worried, there.”
Azul slipped into the room. Jade attempted to file in after him with the same grace as usual, but found himself struggling even to push through the doorway. His gut was simply too big, with two humans and a feast of food inside it.
After a moment, Azul turned around and noticed him. “Oh, for the love of—”
“Please,” whimpered Jade, “I ask only that you bear with me.”
Azul sighed, and crossed his arms.
After a few attempts at squirming and twisting his way through the narrow doorway, Jade realized there was only one thing he could do. Inside was the VIP room, and Azul, and beyond, a series of doorways that one could follow to the kitchen.
Jade put on his best simper, and addressed Azul. “Would it trouble you terribly,” he said, “to get me a sip of something fizzy from the kitchen?” He tilted his head in a way he hoped would make his sharp teeth glint. “Ginger ale would be greatly preferred,” he continued, “but even just a glass of carbonated water from the soda pumps would suffice.”
Frowning, Azul rubbed his temples. “Fine,” he said.
“Oh, thank you ever so much,” Jade said saccharinely. “Tonight’s meals really are kicking up quite a fuss in my stomach, I’m sorry to say—” He once again tried to squeeze through the door frame, only to be met with sharp, squeezing pressure on the sides of his gut.
“Once again,” Azul said, “this is not my fault. I’ll be right back.”
Just like that, Azul was gone, leaving Jade alone with the contents of his belly. The more recently-swallowed fellow was manifestly still alive, squirming now and then, bloating Jade up with the gas from his lungs. Jade would feel so much better if he were just a little emptier.
He drummed his fingers over the tight surface of his belly, and hummed. “You’ll be getting a new snack, straight from the Mostro Lounge,” he said, keeping his voice deep, so it rumbled through his bones. “A beverage, rather. I hope it will refresh you. I’m sure it will me.”
A few moments later, Azul stepped back into the VIP room, holding a crystalline glass filled with bubbling amber liquid.
Jade took it from him. “Ginger ale!” he cheered. “You are such a dear, Azul!”
“Bon appetit,” sneered Azul, and offered him a straw.
“Don’t mind if I do.” With one hand, Jade unsheathed and bent the straw, and placed it into the cup. He was grateful that even in so cumbersome a shape as he was, his hands were still able to dexterously perform precision work.
Shutting his eyes, he lifted the straw to his lips, and took a single, delicate sip.
He let out an enraptured sigh. “Ahhh~”
The cool liquid fizzed down his throat, sinking into his belly, where it fell atop the mass which already filled him tight, bubbling into it, creating a sparkling sensation only pleasant because it could not hurt more than the bloating already did.
“That’s just what I needed,” he sighed. “I’m feeling better already.”
“M-hm,” said Azul, crossing his arms once more. “Ready to come in, so I can shut the door?”
“As I said,” Jade said, and winked. “Bear with me.”
Within him, the soda’s bubbles seemed to catch just right, and by a stroke of wondrous luck, his meek little prey human chose that same moment to shift, and his esophagus seized, before opening up to let out one of the loudest burps Jade had ever heard grace this terrestrial air.
It tasted like ginger, and Mostro Lounge sweets, and his utterly vanquished two-human meal. His stomach squeezed in on itself, rumbling as he expelled air directly at Azul, wracking his gullet while gracing his belly with direly needed relief. He placed his hand atop his belly’s swollen dome, squeezing the belch out of himself, feeling the outlines of the two unlucky contract-breakers grow clearer and clearer, teasing up the last trails of gas.
When the very last rumbles were out of him, he lifted one gloved hand to his chest, and gave it a gentle pat. “Oh my,” he said ruefully. “How rude of me. I do hope you’ll pardon me.”
Azul did not respond, only removed his glasses from his face and a cleaning wipe from his pocket, and cleaned off an errant fleck of Jade’s saliva.
“I know what you want,” chimed Jade. He slipped with ease, now, into the room, and sat down on one of the leather sofas, attempting to put both his hands on his lap beneath the mountain-like mass of his gut.
“Gracious, Jade,” Azul replied. “Don’t expect my thanks just for walking through a door.”
Jade only chuckled under his breath.
This time, Azul withdrew what appeared to be an academic periodical from a magazine holder on the shelf. As he sat beside Jade, he did not seem awkward nor uncomfortable at all; Jade figured he was so much larger than him already that the extra mass made little difference.
Frowning, Azul flipped through the journal. “Hm,” he said, and settled on a page. “Jade, please look at this.”
The first thing Jade saw upon the page was a diagram of a human’s internal organs, with what could not in full confidence be called a baby tucked inside.
“Is that a homunculus?” Jade said in amazement.
“Just read the damn thing.”
Obediently, Jade took the journal, spread it open atop his belly, and read the article’s abstract.
A shiver ran through him.
He skimmed the text for more details, and within him, his private love of the grotesque battled with his dread of the described process happening to him.
This was nothing like the beauty of a deadly fungus steadily overtaking all the other helpless organisms in a terrarium, however. This was a creation of life, or rather, a restoration. And if he did not play his cards right, it could happen to him.
He smoothed a hand over his naturally full tummy as he handed the journal back to Azul. “So,” he said, “if one humanoid being eats another, there will soon be a way for the… for lack of a better term, eater to regrow the same person inside of their body.”
“Correct,” said Azul. “The development on its own is not immediately troubling to us. What might be problematic to… predatory folks such as yourself and Floyd is that this… treatment will likely become commercially available within the next year or two. It’s incredibly far along in development already, but those—” He gritted his teeth. “—distinguished scientists in charge of the project are only just publishing about it now. So, soon, there may be a version available that…”
“That this school’s administration may get its hands on, and use to punish me for munching on its students,” Jade said dolefully. “I see the implications, and must admit I dread them.”
“I thought you would,” said Azul, “which is why I wanted you to be aware.”
Pouting, Jade gave his belly a poke. Not one, but two Night Raven College students had been snatched down into it that day. He could not imagine regrowing them slowly inside himself. The appeal of being so stuffed he could hardly move was that it was a satisfying conclusion to a filling meal, and a challenge that would not last more than a day. Besides, he rarely enjoyed nurturing something so much as he did watching it decay.
“There is the legal issue of my being a merman in human form,” Jade said slowly. “I’m not sure they’d dare carry out such an involved medical process without at least getting official approval.”
“That’s the biggest defense we have,” Azul said bitterly. “However, I don’t trust the Headmage not to wiggle his way past that regulation. He seems like he’ll bow to anyone or anything that points its finger at him, but the law is only one such force.”
“So,” Jade said, “if a particularly appetizing student happened to have powerful parents, I should only eat him if his parents don’t like him.”
“You joke,” Azul said, “but we’ll have to find our way around this threat one way or another. You’re a terribly important staff member of mine, and it wouldn’t do for you to spend months full of some precious cargo that prevented you from keeping strict work hours or getting into fights.” He glanced at Jade’s belly. “The way you are now is different, because you’ve already eaten the unfortunate little things.”
“I understand completely,” Jade said.
Azul sighed. “I’ll start looking into glamours. Appearing innocent is a vital first step. That way, if you’re lucky, nobody would even find out you were…” He trailed off.
“The size of a proverbial house?” Jade offered, patting his tummy.
“Yeah.”
“Eating other students does that to one, it’s true.”
“Can you be serious?” said Azul. “This is a serious matter, and I’m…”
“Worried about me,” Jade finished for him. “Please,” he said. “Do not suppose I am not touched by your consideration. Your help dealing with this potential issue will be deeply appreciated.”
“As I said,” Azul said stiffly, “you’re important to my business proceedings. I’m just looking out for my assets.”
“That is well understood, Azul,” Jade said, voice just shy of mocking. “There is… merely one thing that amuses me, is all. This entire time, not once have you suggested I simply stop eating people once this medical procedure becomes available.”
The sofa cushions beneath Jade shifted infinitesimally as Azul tried his best not to stiffen. “Well,” he said, “you are a predator, after all. And I know you wouldn’t listen to me if I told you to quash down part of your nature. The same goes for Floyd. I don’t think I could tame the two of you if I devoted my life to it.”
Jade grinned. “Oh, but Azul!” he warbled. “You are a predator, too!” He turned to him, satisfied belly letting out a gurgle, theatrically innocent demeanor belying his words. “Do not tell me you have tamed yourself!”
Azul groaned loudly, and threw his head back over the sofa. “Again with this?” he said. “Nothing you say is going to make me start eating people, Jade!”
He gave a dramatic little sigh. “Then, I’m afraid you’ll just have to put up with my teasing you until the end of our lives.”
Azul snorted. “I consented to that long ago,” he said.
“Good,” Jade said, and gave the meal-packed expanse of his belly a satisfied pat. “Now, Azul, how are you feeling?”
“Exhausted,” Azul admitted. “I’ve had a horribly busy day.” He smacked his lips, and uncrossed his legs. “I think I’ll make myself some herbal tea,” he said, and stood up. “Would you like some? Would you… um… be able to stand fitting anything else into your stomach right now?”
“I would love a cup,” Jade said smoothly. “And yes, I’ll be fine. A little more pressure will not be the death of me, especially not if it is something soothing. Like this—” He gently pressed a palm into his gut, and stifled a burp with his other hand. “Pardon me. You can touch it too, if you want.”
“No, thank you,” Azul said, in his slimiest businessman’s drawl. He stood, and picked up his cane. “Please, stay right here while I go get the tea.”
“That,” Jade said, “is a command I will have no problem following at all.”
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Cacktasma expecting headcanons!
@itsavee4117 and @aliencatwafers, you're in for a treat! I hope y'all like it!
Note: there is going to have some of @itsavee4117 and @peaches2217 's Beanbean Kingdom headcanons but with a small twist. And let's not forget @aliencatwafers 's, too.
• Just like humans, beanfolk strike menopause by the time they're around 45-55. Cackletta on the other hand... is immortal. (Meaning that she's a vampire). So no menopause for her, probably. (Which would lead to passing down her immortality to her kid on the way).
• They weren't planning on having kids. Cackletta thought she was too old to have any. But she was mistakenly wrong... morning sickness~! Symptoms were definitely showing~! 🌺
• Feeling like utter shit, something wasn't right. She looked through her old dusty medical book on magic. Her magic confirmed it... she was pregnant.
• Fawful was shocked when he found this out... he was baffled. There was no way. He wanted to kill Antasma for what he's done.
• Antasma was apathetic about raising a pup at first, (a very normal male bat perspective), he thought he didn't have to raise the child but Cackletta and Fawful threatened him to stay.
• When they got their first ultrasound picture from their assistant. Antasma was tearing up. Literally! He kinda changed his mind about raising the kid.
• Throughout her pregnancy, she became more moodier than ever. For a minute she'd be laughing her ass off to brawling her eyes out the next. Some days she wants to strangle her husband to get the tension off. (Hormones am I right)?
• She'll sometimes forget that she's pregnant. (Momesia but in an opposite direction). She'll go wonder off into doing dangerously villainous stunts like blowing up buildings with dynamite and riding her rocking chair rocket. Which scares the living shit out of Fawful and Antasma. Poor lads...
• Her pregnancy cravings consist of foods that she once despised, along with a bat diet, fruits and bugs. (She will consume a lot of water and blood than her fair share). When Fawful caught her eating pickles it drove him nuts!
• In her late stage, she has a hard time bending down. With a skinny body like that she's prune to falling over and hurting herself if not careful.
• Her baby is rather... nocturnal to say the least. It'll start dancing around by the time it's midnight. Poor Cackles can't get a shuteye.
• Cackletta will demand belly rubs from her husband whenever she feels cranky. Afterwards she purrs with delight. This helps conciliate her and the baby. (Better solution than strangling her husband).
• Antasma chuckles whenever she does her pregnancy waddle in full term. She scolds him after that.
• A beanish gestation period is proximately 5-6 months. However... Cackletta grew concerned on how big her belly has gotten. Is something wrong? She has passed 6 months already. Antasma is pretty chill about it. Mother bats in nature can bear pups half their size. So this is pretty normal. (Since their kid is going to be a hybrid), one more month for poor ol' Cackles... wouldn't hurt, right?? -sweats-
• She's gotten so big that she can barely lift herself up with just her debilitated skinny body alone. (No muscle whatsoever, all except her thighs). Antasma does lend her a hand whenever she needs to get up.
• Since beanish gestations tend to grow faster than a human's. An average beanish would've been 7-8 months in a human gestation after they give birth. For her, it would've been 9-10 months in a human gestation.
• Cackletta's favorite thing to do while pregnant is picking mushrooms and berries in the forest while talking about her adventures to her kid. Sometimes she'll sing a gentle melody to her little pup. ❤
• Her second favorite thing to do? Yoga, obviously. LABOR.
• Where they live there's no hospital nearby. Instead, Fawful is in charge of Cackletta's progression. I mean, he is a genius, he can build stuff like an ultrasound. Besides, since the three villains are declared dead, they'd rather stay put than be caught red-handed. So yes, getting herself in the hospital while in public is a VERY bad idea...
• She'll normally wear her iconic cloak as a maternity outfit. Sometimes she steals one of her husband's big T-shirts that hang over her gravid beanpole body.
• Antasma is protective of his wife. Whenever she does something he'll keep an eye on her time to time.
There will be a part two, where she finally hits labor and all that jazz. Stay tuned!
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