#PUT BABIES INSIDE?????
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ponzu hasn’t had much of an appetite the last few days, which could mean she’s getting ready to come into season in the next few weeks 👀
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☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 2 ]
{☆} characters furina, neuvillette
{☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader
{☆} warnings none
{☆} word count 1.9k
{☆} previous [ 1 ]
This had to be a punishment of some sort – some kind of divine punishment.
She was bored out of her mind just watching the sleeping body – she hadn't blinked once in the past five hours, her eyes were really starting to hurt. Yet they still hadn't moved so much as an inch since she sequestered them away to the only place she had known to be safe.
But it'd been almost a week since then.
The only solace she found was that Teyvat had seemed much less hellbent on collapsing in on itself like a dying star.
That counted for something.
Not much, but something!
..Even if their position was no better then it was a week ago.
There was, after all, still the issue of what to do about the false Creator – the actual imposter – and the Archons following them like blind lambs. The other Archons wouldn't listen if she tried to reason with them, and it would only risk the life of Divine One if she spoke of their location to anyone else.
She also was pretty fond of having her head still attached to her shoulders.
So she avoided them all together. Partially because she wasn't sure she wouldn't have a breakdown at the sight of them..she'd never been a fighter, and fighting an Archon? Easy pass.
Instead she was forced to babysit the sleeping Divine until they woke up while Neuvillette handled taking care of the nation and dealing with the other Archons – and by extension the false Creator.
Really though, she would almost think them dead if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest.
Though..this also left her with a lot of time to herself. A lot of time to think.
She really didn't like it.
There wasn't a lot to occupy her mind and what little there was only distracted her for a scant few moments before her eyes drifted back to the Divine like she was locked in their orbit, unable to escape.
She closed the same book for the twelfth time – she kept count – and returned it to it's meticulously designed place within her bookcase. A low, barely audible huff of frustration escaped her lips before she could bite it down, her stare boring a hole into the body of the Divine One with a sharp intensity she rarely showed.
She was tired, bored and constantly on edge, fearing that at any moment someone would find out about their presence here.
That, at the drop of a hat, she would be powerless to stop the greatest tragedy of her time play out before her eyes.
Neuvillette would have scolded her for being so petulant, especially around the Divine One, if he were here.
But he wasn't.
He was out running her nation, instead.
And what was she doing? Nothing!
She grit her teeth, nails digging harshly into the palm of her hands as she took a deep breath – now was not the time to think about that. She had..much more pressing matters. Sulking and letting her thoughts spiral helped no one, least of all herself.
Yet her attention was caught by a harsh inhale, the rustle of fabric – were they finally waking up? She was exhausted, but it all vanished at the sudden drop of life within the otherwise deathly still body of the Divine.
Her eyes followed the subtle twitch of their fingers, watching as their brow furrowed and their features twisted in something almost like..pain.
..She wasn't ready.
What was she supposed to say?
Should she even say anything? Would that be considered impolite? Does she wait for them to speak first? Should she kneel? Bow?
She doesn't get much time to find her own answer before their lashes flutter, chest heaving with every strangled breath. Every single thought vanishes from her mind the moment she meets their eyes.
For a long, silent moment she thinks that her heart must have stopped.
Their eyes glow like the cresting of the sun over the horizon, painting the world in hues of gold – yet it also reminded her of the dipping of the moon below the waves, casting the briefest, most gentle of lights upon the world engulfed in darkness. In the depths of their eyes was the birth and death of stars in the infinite cosmos – glittering stars in a sea of empty, blank space that left her feeling lightheaded and breathless.
Beneath the splendor is a spark of recognition in their eyes so vibrant it was like a shooting star piercing through the dark night sky, leaving nothing but the wonder in the eyes of the observer as the only proof it ever existed – brilliant in it's beauty, however brief.
It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.
"Focalors?"
The lilt of their voice nearly made her knees buckle beneath her – euphoria so consuming it left her feeling she was starving swallowed her whole, her mind blanking in a moment of utter bliss. It was..an indescribable feeling that she doubted she could ever hope to put into words – not in a way that could properly express it, try as she might.
She swallowed the words that threatened to spill from her lips – she couldn't make a fool of herself. Not in front of them of all people. She'd never forgive herself.
"Divine One," She rasps, clearing her throat and covering her mouth with a hand to mask both her nervousness and the small smile that creeps across her face. She quickly regains her composure, hand resting on her hip as she puffs out her chest with every bit of pride she can manage. "I am sure you must be confused, but worry not– your most loyal acolyte has seen the truth!"
The silence is deafening.
She opens one eye, peaking at the bewildered and almost distraught expression of the Divine.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
That..she was not prepared for. Surely they knew who they were! Surely they knew. They had to– she's been praying to them for as long as she's breathed, she's dedicated every hour of her life to living up to their ideals, they can't just–!
"Lady Furina?"
Neuvillette, thankfully, spares her the embarrassment of having a meltdown in front of the Divine, the gentle rap of his knuckles against the door making her and the Divine pause, the soft lull of his voice soothing her nerves and yet setting her on edge at the same time.
"Neuvillette." She clears her throat again, her steps hurried as she marches to the door and pries it open none too gently, a forced smile pulling at her lips. She wastes no time tugging the man into the room, shutting the door behind him with a short huff. The silence is, somehow, even worse then before as the three of them stare at each other in absolute exasperation.
Neuvillette, for his part, manages to get his act together with a sharp clearing of his throat, bowing so low even she looks unnerved. She steals a brief glance at the Divine, and she's taken aback by the uncomfortability twisting their features into a grimace.
Their expression is schooled back into one of empty apathy when he stands back to his full height, but she saw it – she knows she did! Did they not like their worship? Were they not respectful enough? For a moment, she feared the Divine would smite Neuvillette down on the spot..but they just stared at him like he was a ghost.
"Why aren't you killing me?"
The defeated, resigned tone combined with the way their voice cracks makes her heart ache in her chest – it feels as though her entire world is crumbling down at her feet, and she cannot explain why she feels such emotions so strongly, but it is suffocating. It is almost as if Teyvat itself is weeping, bearing down upon her shoulders like a heavy weight.
She feels the urge to weep herself, but she powers through, gritting her teeth long enough for Neuvillette to take his place at the side of her – though it feels more like their – bed, kneeling like he was going to pray.
"Divine One," He offers a hand with a quiet rumble of his voice, the words slipping off his tongue like honey. It's like trying to soothe a stray cat..though she'd never voice such comparisons of the most Divine out loud. "I..we mean you no harm. I swear on my authority as the Iudex of Fontaine and Chief Justice that you are safe with us."
The skepticism she expected, but the reverence in which Neuvillette must convince them – or perhaps they are simply so tired that they simply did not care any longer if it was all some ploy to drive a knife between their ribs. She didn't expect them to actually place their hand in Neuvillette's.
He didn't either, judging by the way he visibly brightened – not that they'd notice, but she did.
..Not that she could really blame him, her heels clicking against the floorboards as she shifted her weight to the other foot with a nervous energy that was practically bursting at the seams, more then a little jealous of the attention he was receiving. She was the one who found them, she was the one who stayed with them the entire time..but he gets all the attention?
How unfair.
"O-of course! We would never lay a hand on our creator," She adds, her voice a little higher pitched then she would have liked as she placed her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest and brushing off the sting of jealousy. "Least of all I– your most loyal, most devout acolyte!"
She felt baffled when she heard the sound of their laughter, her shoulders hunching and her cheeks flushing on mere instinct – she was expecting mockery, but the look in their eyes, still dulled by a pain she cannot even begin to imagine, made her hesitate.
..It was, perhaps, the most genuine thing she'd heard from them ever since before the hunt began.
She wasn't sure why her heart hurt at such an idea, but it was enthralling to see the beginnings of a half hearted smile on their lips.
For a moment, her mask of theatrics was forgotten as she stared at them in a mixture of awe and adoration– and though she didn't look at Neuvillette, she could imagine he must've shared such an expression.
Had she any doubts that they were her Creator, that they alone were the most Divine..they would wiped clean now. There was no mistaking the way the world itself seemed to grow clearer as they glanced up at her like she was worth something.
For a moment, she realized how cold the false Creators gaze had been now that she has felt warmth so gentle it almost made her knees buckle beneath her. It felt like a pale imitation, now.
Nothing could compare to the warmth that spread through her body at the mere semblance of a smile upon their lips. She didn't even mind if it was her they were laughing at anymore, she just wanted to hear them laugh again.
She'd make a fool of herself, if she had to.
She'd never felt so..ravenous for such a thing, but just the briefest glimpse was addictive.
She simply couldn't help herself from striding across the room and clasping their free hand in her own, her smile wide enough to unnerve as she leaned her weight onto the bed. For a moment, she considered pulling away at the way they startled, but her mind was made up by then – there was no going back.
"Again."
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#fic tag#neuvillette#focalors#furina#dont ask what happened here idk#this was. also supposed 2 be neuvi focused and then i.#dont talk 2 me abt focalors i wont ever shut up#got a 300k word essay on hand abt how i feel abt her character/how i interpret her personality and her story#focalors jsut like me fr fr (cries at the slightest inconvenience or the slightest mean comment)#shes so pathetic girlfail im gonna chew on her#what happens when reader gets stuck with two emotionally repressed french bastards?? hell#neuvi is the “emotionless” flavor of emotionally repressed in that hes HORRIBLE at showing emotions at all#ask him to smile and its incredibly unnerving and theres too many teeth but hes trying his best please call him pretty or he will cry :(#furina is the flavor of emotionally repressed where she makes it up by having Too Many emotions#using theatrics and masks to show everyone what they want to see but inside this girl is a MESS#constant anxiety and panic 24/7#will do random shit and look at you and if u dont compliment her she will think u hate her and cry#compliment her and she'll do even stupider shit to try and impress you more#i love my scrunkly little babies they r so stupid and mentally ill someone get these bitches some THERAPY#i want 2 put them under a microscope#watch this be ooc fr furina when more of her lore drops if shes not girlfail im leaving#anyway see u in a week im going on a trip ill get back 2 u in 6-7 business days
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my mom got me two cloth cat diapers to put over Valentine’s actual diapers to help keep them from falling down. They are his hot pink pants
#the other pair is purple#I’m just using baby diapers I cut a tail hole into and they work amazing. no leakage so far 🤞🏻#but I am always worried they’re going to fall off#also I don’t get these cloth ones? they’re SO thin there’s no way they’d do any good#I guess maybe if you put a pad inside them?#my post#Valentine
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CHIBI ZOSAN MY BELOVED 🥹💚💛
#one piece#sanji#zoro#roronoa zoro#black leg sanji#zosan#op zosan#my cutest babies#they're so cute#look at their cheeks#i wanna squish them so bad#put them inside my pocket#protect chibi zosan
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do you have any audio/video of fig and lou meowing..I must hear their voices
omg their little meows are so precious you have no idea but actually I only have videos of them yelling about food for the most part but
here he is yelling to be let out of baby jail, even his little shouts are small and cute (i let him out after this because he sounded so sad and he immediately snuggled up on the couch)
#baby jail is just a big barrier wall we put up to divide the living room in half#all their stuff is inside for when we need to leave them unsupervised rn#eventually im gonna dismantle it and instead use the panels to block things they. shouldnt get in to#but right now they are so small and mischievous that they must be contained#lou#sonboys allowed
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secondincommand!reader getting hurt shielding robb during battle.. rubbing my hands & feet together like a fly on the wall
word count: 1.4k.. how to say oopsie in 14 different languages
robb stark x f!secondincommand!reader
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜.・。.・゜✭・.
war was unpredictable. anything could happen, nothing was guaranteed — except one thing. war was bloody.
he hated every time you fought with him. robb knew why you did, of course. how can you command men you won’t even fight for? why should they listen to someone who’s afraid to get their hands dirty?
you weren’t budging, & even though you knew they’d still follow you if you didn’t fight, robb didn’t, and it worked in your favor anyways. robb could barely focus when fighting, knowing you were out there, but he was the king. he had to stand strong & lead by example, so he did. & things went well enough.
until they didn’t.
robb always led the vanguard, constantly put wherever the fighting was thickest. you were usually commanding the archers, being better with a bow than you were with a sword. though skilled with both, you didn’t mind being with the archers, & theon sometimes joined you. he’d either fight beside robb or help out with the archers, and you didn’t mind the help.
the battle had gone as smoothly as battle could go so far, until you broke from the archers & took an arrow for robb.
luckily, the archer wasn’t a great shot, the arrow lodging in your upper thigh. but to robb, it didn’t matter where it settled — you were hurt.
the man who shot you was quickly cut down, & robb caught you from falling. his head swam, vision going fuzzy from the thought of you being hurt. he would’ve paused the whole goddamn war right then and there, if theon didnt wrap your arm around his shoulder and promise to get you to the medic tent.
he wanted to keep you with him, take you there himself, but theon argued-
“there’s still fighting to be done!”
& robb knew he was right. with a silent prayer to the old gods, he mounted once more, ignoring the pain in his chest as he drew his sword.
✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼
robb’s head was swimming, filled with thoughts of only you. as soon as the fighting was done, he set off to find you. nothing could stop him, & anyone who was in his way knew to get the fuck out of it. he spotted theon escorting you back to you & his shared tent, one of your arms slinked around his shoulders. you had a bandage wrapped around your upper thigh, spots of blood showing through the fabric as you hobbled as best you could.
he ran over, entering the tent just as theon was gently setting you down on one of the chairs inside.
“thanks, theon-“
“what in seven hells was that? hm?”
you & theon’s heads turned to look at him, both of you caught by surprise at his tone. you swallowed, looking at theon — a silent plea to leave before robb’s anger turned to him. he looked at you both, before turning & walking out.
“that was me-“
“almost getting killed?”
“protecting my king.”
robb just blinks, looking at you for a second. he can’t understand how you aren’t as utterly distraught as he felt in that moment, catching you in his arms as you fell.
“y’can’t just do that! just- take arrows whenever you feel like it!”
this is the first time robb has yelled at you. ever. you know he doesn’t mean it — or at least, that’s what you’re telling yourself, to keep the tears at bay.
“i would do it again.”
robb huffs out a laugh, turning around and looking at the floor, before looking at you once more.
“this is war, okay? i don’t have time to watch you while ‘m puttin’ a sword through a man’s belly!”
“then don’t?!”
“looks like i have to!” he says, motioning to the bandage on your thigh.
you sigh, “this is war, robb. people get hurt.”
he only shakes his head.
“gods- i shouldn’t have to watch over you like a child. y’should be better than that..” he says, turning & leaving you alone in the tent.
and for once, you’re glad robb leaves. the tears rolling down your cheeks wouldve embarrassed you if he saw.
✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼
you weren’t mad at him. by rights, you should be, & if you were, you knew nobody would blame you — but you weren’t.
you had prided yourself on being the person to fix everything. you were always the solution, not the problem. you hated the shame you felt, and even though you’d take the arrow for robb a hundred times more, you hated when he was mad at you.
still, you knew robb would come to you when he was ready. he rarely let his emotions get the best of him, & you knew how much stress he was under. you sat at the table, maps & books spread out in front of you. you were upset, and burying yourself in your work was a reasonable solution.
you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, back aching from your hunched over form. you sighed, finally deciding to turn into the bed that’s been calling your name.
wandering hands & soft calls of your name woke you up.
you opened your eyes, brain still clouded with the fog of sleep. you woke up quickly, seeing robb’s form above you.
“robb?”
“hey, pretty.”
your brows furrowed, cheeks heating at his comment. “thought you were mad at me..”
he shook his head, gaze softening. “came to say ‘m sorry. can i?”
you nodded, tongue darting out to wet your lips. he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, your own parting to give him access.
“‘m sorry.”
he mumbled against your lips, kissing you again. his lips trailing down your neck, mumbled apologies spilling from his lips between kisses.
your breathing gets heavier as he trails down, removing your nightgown & his own clothes.
“when i saw y’ take that arrow.. gods, doe..”
he’s gentle. he always is, but more so than ever before. he’s taking his time, full on cherishing you. it’s clear in the gentleness of his calloused, war stricken hands. the very same hands that had taken the lives of lannister soldiers earlier that day were now caressing you, softly roaming your body & sliding into the slick place between your thighs.
“wanted to stop the damn war right then, right there. hold you close, never let you go.”
he feels you clench on his fingers at his words. hot pleasure shoots up your spine, the throbbing pain in your thigh now reduced to a forgotten ache. he wants to do this for the rest of his life, he thinks. take off the crown, bed you all day long. give you so much pleasure you forget a time where anything ever went wrong, fill your brain with thoughts of only him, him, him. he makes a silent promise to do so, once you both return to winterfell. reward you for all the times you’ve saved his arse out here.
“y’couldve.. wouldn’t have- mm! complained..”
he chuckles at your words, tilting his head to the side.
“yeah? woulda liked that?” you nod. “yeah, i know.. i know it, pretty.”
it’s not long after, you’re gushing on his fingers. back arching as you coat your inner thighs & his hand with your arousal. robb presses kisses to your belly as you catch your breath, hands coming to intertwine with his curls as he trails up your torso. little-
“‘m sorry.” & “forgive me? please?”
‘s are muttered between kisses, and you don’t have the heart to tell him you forgave him hours ago — before he even came back. he aligns his cock with your entrance, slowly pushing in as he wraps his hand around yours.
“didn’t mean anythin’ i said. not a word. i was- seven hells… i was so afraid.”
you’re so full. tears brim your waterline at his words, his hands, his cock — just robb. he thrusts, in & out, movements making you shutter as you’re hyper aware of everything. every touch, every slow drag of his hips. goosebumps trail along your body as you bite back a shudder, feeling utterly oh so good.
you ask him to kiss you, & he’s compliant to your every need, pressing his lips to yours. he’d fulfill your every request, go to the ends of the earth if you asked him to. what teasing he may normally shower you with is out of the window now, savoring every moment he has with you, as if you could vanish at any given point in time. watching you take that arrow reminded him of that. that you could.
he hits the right spot, over and over again, making you see stars. it’s not long before your grip on his hand tightens, walls clamping down on his cock as you cum. he follows suit, cumming with a groan that reverberates deep in his chest.
he cleans you with a damp washcloth, making sure your stitches didn’t tear either. you’re both laying on your sides, you facing his chest as his hand traces up and down your spine. the silence is comfortable.
“you forgive me?”
“i forgave you hours ago.”
your laughter echoes into the night.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜.・。.・゜✭・.
@cdragons @ghostinvenus (just lmk anytime u wanna stop being tagged!)
guys i went a little ham w this but oh well. posting smut on tumblr is soooo scary okay bye
#game of thrones#asoiaf#robb stark#robb stark x reader#robb stark imagine#robb stark prompt#theon greyjoy#second in command reader#goddddd#need his babies#LMFOA IM SORRY#me saying sorry as if i didn’t just write about him putting his cock inside of u. get out#i feel filthy posting this#perhaps i am#perhaps i’m filthy#hashtag we filthy today#sigh
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okay so i’m not super into breeding but someone coming in me with a strap is just like ……. 🥵🥵🥵
like okay FIRST it’s about the connection to their body, like feeling their clit throbbing so hard i can feel it through the strap inside me. and then it’s about knowing them well enough to know their cues, know the sound they make when they come, know how their body tenses up in a certain spot… and knowing too what pushed them over. that strained little fuck, oh fuck, FUCK
and when what made them come is feeling ME come, like they felt me clenching on them and it just gave them so much pleasure.
AND like it makes me feel so *claimed.* the “put a baby in me” vibe doesn’t do much for me but something about someone coming inside me through the strap does feel so primal and makes me feel so theirs. like YES let me make you come, yes get off to the sight of me, yes yes yes give me your pleasure. AND also makes them feel so mine, like sorry, i have your orgasm inside me, i’ve got a piece of your soul now.
#and that’s how it is#like call me yours while coming inside me#to make me worship you#this post is about queer sex#genderless nsft#wlw#nblnb#nb4nb#genderless#admittedly i rly don’t want to be pregnant#but if my partner wanted me to tell them to put a baby in me i absolutely would#its one of those kinks that doesn’t rly do it for ME but i’d enjoy what it could do to my partner
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Physically I'm here but mentally I'm clawing the eyes out of everyone who talks crap about their children on the internet and posts them in their most vulnerable moments for clout
#i just saw a video of a like eleven or twelve year old girl approach her mom's car when she got home from work and without even saying hello#to her kid she yelled at her to go inside so she could talk to her husband first and then shouted at the kid when she said her dad put her#through hell that day. is she probably overreacting bc shes a kid and she doesnt have get emotional regulation yet? absolutely. but also?#as the kid who knew that if i didnt get to my mom with my side of things first that my dad would twist things to make himself look like the#victim in a situation i promise you that baby girl isnt feeling heard and that would be sucky but normal on its own. the type of thing#families work through together yknow? but to post that on the internet??? to be recording when you come home knoeing there are problems in#your house and wanting to put online forever a moment in time where there are really strained relationships among members of your family??#especially when it's the relationship btwn your husband and your child??? nope. im sorry. uh uh.#that kid deserves better than that. your husband deserves better than that. everyone deserves better than to have their really vulnerable#moments shared on the internet with strangers#like. i think about how i felt as a kid when i found out my parents had told a relative something i considered private. how embarrassed and#betrayed i felt. the thought that EVERYONE would see that instead of just my dad's relatives or w/e?#bby girl im incandescent with rage#anyway#lilac rambles
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can’t believe there’s no balcony neighbors to friends to lovers obikin au
so like imagine like anakin and obi-wan live in apartments that face each other and are separated by a narrrow alleyway, so when both are out on their own balconies, they can pretty easily see each other and talk. they don’t but they could is the thing, it’s just a weird sort of line to step over, being in someone’s space so intimately but not being invited there, witnessing someone’s life move along like an unstoppable ocean current, but not being in the water with them.
anakin knows what book obi-wan is reading and which newspaper he subscribes to. obi-wan knows anakin’s favored brand of beer and how he sounds when he sings his baby to sleep. anakin has overheard many arguments between obi-wan and his lawyer and his estranged wife about the divorce case. they’re physically close enough that when anakin steps out one summer night, obi-wan can wordlessly pass him a cigarette over the divide. “i don’t smoke normally,” obi-wan says, with a flick of his wrist to shake loose the ash. “i know,” anakin says, because he does. “divorce was finalized yesterday,” obi-wan says. “i know,” anakin says, because he does. “my name’s obi-wan,” obi-wan says. “anakin,” anakin says because he hadn’t known that.
#kit's silly lil aus#obikin#to the surprise of no one i am currently ssitting out on my house's balcony#and someone came out and sat on their balcony/sunroom#and started playing guitar and singing#and i was like whoa i don't know your name or whaat you do but you can sing well#and honestly i'd marry you in a heartbeat lol#(might be the glass of wine talking)#(or i have more anakin in me than previously assumed)#anyway obi-wan gets a grill and puts it on his balcony#and goes inside while something is cooking#and anakin is like!! it's on fire!! the food iss ruined ! !#and jumps over to save obi-wan's food#and obi-wan is like well might as well stya for dinner#also obi-wan is shocked whn anakin has 2 babies#he really thought it was just the one#kit: can't believe this au doesn't exist yet#also kit: have this incredibly niche au i havent seen in any other fandom and don't think is a well known trope
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i loooove when he lets his curls loose and also all white outfit? I know what you are...
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dyke!Chilaios has me understanding breeding kink all of a sudden
#chilaios#that's a lie i understand breeding kink very well lmao#HOWEVER IT MUST BE SAID#they finish up a great scene. hot lesbian sex. all going well.#and laios lies back with her eyes closed. still flushed and sweaty. she rests her naked hand on her naked lower stomach and says. 'hah....#'did you know ...that tallmen and halflings can have kids together?' Like its just another fun monster fact.#she's trailing her fingers absentmindedly over her stomach now. tracing idle patterns.#'with our lifespans being so similar it isn't even as big a deal as it is for elves and humans. they're even fertile and that's ...#that's really rare for hybrids.' her eyes are still closed. she swallows hard. She's more red now than she was when they fucked.#'you should talk about that next time you're in me. i'd like it...' and she cracks one eye open a sliver#to see chilchuck . BEET. RED.#because Chilchuck DID NOT. KNOW.#She was already fucked out and now she's dying?? she's dying. Laios still has her huge hand resting on her huge smooth stomach#miles and miles of soft skin...that she wants chilchuck to put a BABY in#she's thought about the hypothetical lifespan and safety of the hypothetical baby! is this just a sex thing? is this a for real thing?#chilchuck does not know and does not know which one she's hoping for now!! cause both sound GREAT#AND OF COURSE THERE'S ALSO#chilchuck remembering that conversaion next time Laios's huge huge fingers are inside her. Laios's hot wet breathing by her ear.#Laios's breathing going ragged even though no one is touching HER she is the one toying with Chilchuck right now. She always does that.#between the breathing and the fingers and the warmth and the smell Laios is all around her and she just thinks -#'Laios is so huge. Laios's baby would be so huge. I'd be so huge. Pregnant with it.' And she cums.#rattles her to her fucking core. Chilchuck who HAS BEEN PREGNANT BEFORE realising. holy shit.#i want this fluffy haired socially awkward 26 year old doggirl to . to fuck a baby into me. in a sexy way.#i think . I think it's hot.#enough to turn you to drink isn't it!#u may ask - hey how come chilchuck has a girlcock and has got pregnant? can laios get chilchuck pregnant?#does anyone even have a womb in this situation? I may answer - don't worry about it#a wizard did it. whatever. its a fantasy world.#whatever is sexiest in the moment i don't care#lesbiance
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still not over the fact that asa tried to put a bunch of roaches inside arkin’s belly AND stabbed him through the cheek…something something penetration metaphor
#asa “lemme put my cock....roaches inside you baby” emory#asa emory#arkin o'brien#collectkin#slashers#horror#the collector
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Once, when I was little, I was eating one of my favorite frozen dinners by myself in the kitchen/dining room, one that had fried potatoes in the shape of smiley faces. For some ungodly reason, presumably bc children are all sadistic little freaks in some ways, I was pretending that the smiley faces were babies, and that I was eating them, complete with making lil pretend baby cooing sounds- but I don't recall making any screaming or crying sounds, thank god. Which makes what eventually happened even stranger; for some reason, staring at one of my hapless victims, I suddenly grew something like a conscience and started to cry.
So basically sometimes moods do weird things, especially depending on outside factors such as hormones or tiredness (or both), and sometimes seemingly without any determinable reason at all; and you may find yourself anthropomorphizing random food products that have even the vaguest approximations of a face. Don't feel too badly about the sad croissant.
Oh ivfnkdbdkdkkrf nah you’re so real for that tbh 🙏😔 one time me and my cousin were making chicken fried rice and while we were shredding the chicken I mentioned how it probably had a family wondering where it went and we both started crying so hard we couldn’t continue and my aunt just walked in on us sobbing while preparing the rice 🧎♂️
It do be like that sometimes xD but yeah specially anything tiny that looks sad (・´ω`・) that’s why I just take small objects that are abandoned or look sad and keep them or put them in a better place which makes =w= no sense it’s just sad to leave them there
#abandoned baby toy or pacifier? put it in a nicer place where it has a chance to be found#tiny pumpkin that fell of a decoration and they’re going to throw away?? you’re coming home with me#little penguin figurine floating inside a decorative soap dispenser from the early 2000’s that finally broke ?#don’t even worry about it you have a home 😔🙏#pix answers#it do be like that
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I’m gonna walk into the woods and never fucking return
#assorted outisms#help me. HELP ME. LORD.#her smile.. outis can *CAR HONK**AMBULANCE SIRENS**TRAIN PASSING BY* me anytime#limbus company#oh baby they really blueballed us and gave us this once the longins dropped#or maybe not i dont have the game anymore who cares NEW 000 OUTIS#UFKC. FUCK ME. MOTHER.#though im a little surprised the olga id went to her instead of rodya#but alas. HGNRGRHRHGHHRNNRAAA#if i put my thoughts here the guards that keep me inside this medieval dungeon are going to finally kill me#can someone hold me down oh my god im losing my goddamn marbles#im grippinh my thigh so hard
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Cocomelon [verb]
1. To (subtly?) trick or deceive
2. To mesmerize a victim, whether they’re an infant or high or simply confused
*don't worry about what cock videos means 👍
#putting this in the main tag. im in an Elevated Mood tonight#disco elysium#pk;m Electrochemistry🔴#for clarification bc this is a doodle and i am putting this in the main tag so strangers will see: you are tasked with torturing Suggestion.#Sorry my art is not the best i drew him on our phone HAHAAJSKSKDKFNC#**cock videos refers to shit like actual cocomelon. baby sensory videos n shit. anything that would#grab your attention while high. like How It's Made and such#it's an inside joke with friends. same with the term 'cocomeloning him'
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oughhuofhh *violent sobbing* <-still not over the juanaflippa days
SHE LOVED THEM TOO💔💔 AS TERRIBLE AS THEY WERE SHE LOVED THEM SO SO MCUH BECAUSE SHE KNEW HOW HARD THEY WERE CONSTANTLY TRYING FOR HER
There's just. something about this little girl who's first day is spent being ignored because your caretakers are already getting fucking divorced and any other time its them putting your life at risk <//3 They make the shittiest cave room because both of them cant build for shit and tell you its your new home.
They still let you decide your name, even if you can't properly talk yet.
By the time you see one of your parents again you've already lost a life because of their absence. Still, your father measily fights off the approaching monsters for you. He accomodates for your needs and lets you eat first, even though he's starving too.
Your first toy is a gun. Your first proper time spent with your dad is watching him make a pact with the devil. What is it like to witness someone unable to afford the bare minimum? What is it like knowing that the reason he is putting himself in these situations is because of you?
Your first toy is a gun because your father can only measily defend you. Your first murder was in the middle of a lullaby inside your burning home - except it's not as serious as it sounds. Your father's lullaby is an improvised rap, dedicated to you. You are dancing and jumping around, the glowing embers dont hurt either you or him and only bring more light into your tiny, tiny room that slowly starts to feel more like a home.
The next time your parents reunite they argue again.
It's weird how they bring out the worst of each other. You spend your rare few times with your mother and you understand that she loves you too. He makes you cake, you go fishing together and she gives you armor and a chainsaw as a gift for Easter. You go to sleep soundly that night because your mother is right there with you in your room.
The next time you wake up, it's to their happy tears and warm embraces because they missed you too.
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You know your parents are good- even if theyre not. They're good because they are trying to be and you get to be the center stage, witnessing all of it.
So you watch as your father kills your best friend
and you see the swinging blade belonging to your mother approaching you,
you love them anyway.
#qsmp#WAAAAA WAAAAAA *BABY WAILING NOISES*#you know that ''they never left *location*'' thing? thats me. thats me with the misclick family.#time is replaying over and over again in my head#sory. j really just. need to put this all into words instead of being trapped inside my pea brain#slimecicle#elmariana#juanaflippa#: (#silly.txt
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