#my beautiful fat fur baby

[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ domesticity, könig

könig got off to watching you be a mother.

könig hated to admit it. the way he inevitably got turned on whenever he came home from long missions. the way whenever he’d walk through the front door of your home, muddy and dirty boots immediately being taken off by the welcome mat so he didn’t stain the innocence of your home with his trauma and duties from work—the bludge in his pants grew at the sight of how you lived such a domestic life.

he was sure his view was a sight that nearly every man wished for at some point in their life. he felt blessed. blessed that no one else at his base had the privilege to come home to this. with you holding a chubby baby full of fiery strawberry blonde curls—undoubtedly belonging to him—on your wide hips, so full from giving birth no more than two years ago.

your daughter was a bit on the paler side despite having beautiful brown skin, and you always wondered if your genes even fucking tried to show out for you when creating her. she looked and acted so much like her father, the only way to probe that she was yours were your shared lips and her having your hair texture. everything else belonged to könig.

“papa wird bald zu hause sein, kleine liebe,” you reassure your daughter of her father’s return home soon as she began to grow cranky, a daily sign of her missing him. you had just finished breastfeeding her, and that was evident in the way the majority of your tits stuck out like a sore thumb from one of your man’s thin wife beater shirts. hey, you were home alone with nothing but pretty trees and bush surrounding you.

könig couldn’t help but smile at the back of your head as you hummed her a little song as you stirred your pot of food. the way your braids were tied down in a bright pink bonnet, the way the fat of your grown woman body hung out of your booty shorts that did nothing to hide the swallow of your ass, and how your white painted toes filled themselves in your fur slippers. the primal hormones in him filled with testosterone practically rushed to the blood of his dick as he watched you dance around the kitchen with your pretty baby.

this how you got pregnant in the first place.

every day he was grateful he decided to snatch you up and take you back to his home country with him. the way you adapted to his culture the way he did yours—you made sure to teach your baby her two native languages, english and german.

no one knew where you were, and könig liked it that way. you three could play house in peace for the next few months, at least until his next deployment. it was the safest option for you. to take you both out the states where his personal life could possibly be exploited.

no one knew where in austria exactly könig was from, making it harder for anyone to possibly track down his pretty little family. you were able to work in peace without having to worry about someone finding about your husband’s real job and eventually figuring out where your daughter went to daycare. it was peaceful for you in austria. as far as the neighbors knew, your husband was in the military occasionally on long deployment missions.

not exactly a lie.

he was never 100% at ease leaving his two girls anywhere, but he knew that if you were at least living in a place that he knew like the back of his fucking hand, his anxiety would calm down just a bit while on missions.

you fall completely deaf to the sound around you as your daughter babbles in your ear while you cooked. the delicious aroma of your wonderful food fills your husband’s nostrils as he finally decides its time for him to finally come out the shadows.

your baby continued to babble things in german-english as you began to plate food only for yourself like you’d done for the past six months, completely unbeknownst to the masculine presence behind you.

“my pretty wife always manages to make such delicious meals,” the hoarse voice manages to startle you to the point where you drop your pot spoon on the floor. “been starved for a plate, lover.”

your daughter turns her head before you do, and immediately fights to be put down from your arms. at the sight of her father, she gives a bright two-toothed grin and opens her arms. “daddy daddy!”

könig wastes no time in ripping off his mask and plastering a big kiss on his baby’s cheeks. “meine hübsche prinzessin,” he greets, engulfing “been a good girl for mommy, yeah?” the ice blue eyes question as they falter over to you. you’re still standing in shock that könig chuckles at the innocence on your face. the same one he’s been in love with for years now.

he didn’t blame you though, you didn’t expect him back for at least another two months.

könig wastes no time in walking over to you, and of course the first place his hands touch are your wide hips. his pink lips smash onto your brown ones and he wastes no time in engulfing all of you into him.

he doesn’t miss the way that small tears fill his shirt. he knows you’ve been alone in a secluded area, in an almost foreign place where you hardly knew anyone. he knew how lonely you must of felt having to do all this by yourself. he was here for you now.

god, he missed you. his good, pretty little wife.

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[diaryofaprettyprincess]

pervy!carmechanic!stepdad!eddie munson x innocent!stepdaughter!reader where her daddy's been coming into her room at night n her rubbing her until she squeals with delight, coming on his fingers, her stuffies, etc.

she feels those familiar butterflies flutter in her tummy when she sits on the lawn chair, watching eddie fix her cherry red car, his tattooed knuckles slowly becoming more dirty with grease as she sucks on her watermelon lollipop, biting her lower lip as she watches her stepdaddy roll out from under the car. she pushes her heart-shaped sunglasses on the top of her head.

eddie looks at her. god, he thinks, she was so beautiful he wanted to cry.

"baby," he watches her eyes light up, "can u grab me the wrench next to u behind the bench?"

she nods, biting her lower lip as she tries to tame those naughty butterflies.

she stands up, walking to the work bench before bending over to display her pink cotton panties, eddie's mouth practically watering as he pushes down on the tent forming quickly in his pants.

"i-i don't see it, daddy.." she bends down further, and eddie watches her swollen folds press against the thin material of her underwear, biting his lower lip.

"jus-just down more, sweet girl--think it might be under the tool box.." his words are airy and soft as she bends over further, and he catches small wet patch spreading on her panties. "good girl."

suddenly, she pops up, "found it, daddy!" she skips over to where eddie is sitting on the garage floor, handing him the wrench.

"t-thank you, baby."

she beams, her cunt aching as she bites her lower lip, suppressing a whimper as she sits back down on the lawn chair, spreading her legs n not thinking much of it as eddie forces himself to get back to work, the bulge in his pants throbbing.

--

about fifteen minutes later, she decides to go inside as she was getting warm all over--yes, from the heat of summer but also from her body pricking with arousal.

inside, she tries everything to satiate the hunger that burns between her thighs, but nothing seems to work. she spends five minutes rubbing her fat button on her bear stuffie, wetness soaking the fur but alas, no help. she pulls her panties up all of the way until her swollen folds envelope the material, her hips rutting. (eddie did this to her once before as he sucks on her pebbled nipples n she came almost immediately, but it didnt work this time). her lust clouded her mind so incredibly much that she tried rutting her bare cunt against the corner of her bed, but that didnt even work!

she huffed, grabbing her emotional support teddy as she walked back outside to the garage, the butterflies practically fluttering a tornado in her belly.

eddie was busy wiping the grease off of his hands with a ratty washcloth. his messy hair tied back in a loose bun, his facial hair making her heart pound.

"daddy?" her voice came out small n squeaky, and eddie recognized this.

"princess?"

she smiled softly and timidly, twiddling with the fur on her stuffie.

"i got butterflies in my belly,"she pouted softly, tears forming in her doe eyes with frustration as she looked up at her stepfather. "hurts."

eddie's breath hitched in his throat before he cleared it multiple times, running his index finger n thumb over the hairs above his upper lip. "yeah? what kinda butterflies u got,sweet girl?"

she only bit her lower lip nervously. talking about sexual things still made her incredibly shy.

eddie continued , his tone soft and sweet. "the normal ones or the ones where u want daddy to come into ur room in the middle of the night to fix em?"

lets just say her daddy spent three hours fixing her dilemma.

FJSDKFJKFD OKAY THATS ALL I GOT hehe

#eddie munson smut #tw: dark content #eddie munson x reader smut #stepdad x reader #innocent!reader #st season 4 #eddie munson x innocent!reader #stepdad!eddie munson #stepdad!eddie munson x reader #stepdad!eddie munson x innocent!reader #perv!eddie munson #car mechanic!eddie munson #spoiled!reader #smut #tw: stepcest

[chocolatechubby]

Maybe it was the glass of heavy cream and dozen gingerbread men I ate just before bedtime. Or maybe it was the fact that it was Christmas Eve, and the residue of waiting up for Santa Claus hadn’t diminished in the 23 years since I was six years old. Maybe it was the hard on that wouldn’t go away if I thought about growing fat and round. Whatever it was, I couldn’t sleep. I reluctantly pulled my bloated body from my warm bed to take a piss and a crap in the bathroom. On the way to the john, I passed the Christmas tree in the living room. The shiny packages underneath danced with the reflections of twinkling lights. I’d made quite a haul this year. I was pretty sure the small neatly wrapped package in the front was an Ipod from my mom. And I was pretty sure that the envelope from my ex-partner was a membership to a gym. My gaining sixty pounds had a lot to do with our break-up. It was nice that we were still friends. “Funny…” I thought. “The thing I REALLY want Santa to bring me won’t fit under a tree.”

When I had finished in the bathroom, I took a long look at myself in the mirror. The 160lb gym rat was gone. There in front of me was a 220lb jock-gone-soft. Since I had continued to go to the gym, I was thick and solid. The roundness of my face was beginning to cut away my cheek definition. The beginnings of a double chin made my cock jump. The definition in my arms was beginning to fade: I loved putting on sleeveless shirts and seeing the thick round guns that were once defined biceps and triceps stretching through. My legs were growing huge. The size 38 pants were straining to keep my thighs in. And I had a real belly. Not the beginning gut I was so proud of in college, but a thick waist protruding over my jeans and a noticeable round mound that jutted out from my plump tits and curved forward six inches. It had gotten a number of rubs and stares from my co-workers over the past few weeks. I thought my pecker was going to fall off from all the jerking off I did in the office restrooms after each “Woah! When’s the baby due?” or “You’d better lay off the holiday food Chris!” But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to look like all of those fellas that I admired online. I wanted people to move out of the way when I walked down the street. I wanted to look in the mirror and be awed by my girth. I reached down in my shorts and began massaging my cock. I imagined what it would be like to have to work pass mounds of belly fat just to touch it. I could feel my hard on growing, and my dick was responding to both my touch and my fantasy. It wouldn’t be long now—at least not for the explosion from my balls. The weight gain would take more time.

As I was going for climax, I heard a sound. Not from me but coming from the living room. At first faint, it grew louder—a slow and steady rise and fall. A snore? It sounded like someone snoring. Maybe somehow the air conditioner had turned itself on. I listened a little more intently. No, this was a HUMAN sound. Someone had broken into my apartment! I pulled up my shorts, looked around for a blunt object, grabbed the toilet brush, and headed towards the sound. As I rounded the corner, I was not prepared for what I saw. There in my leather armchair next to the Christmas tree, snoring to high heaven was Santa Claus.

Only it wasn’t Santa Claus. I mean he was dressed in a beautiful red suit—far superior to all those costumed Santas that you see in department stores. This suit looked like it had been tailored for him: luxurious and warm—trimmed in ermine and leather. It fit his big round frame to a “t.” He had to weigh 350, if a pound, and his thick beard was close-cropped, neatly trimmed, and a deep auburn like the wavy hair that curled from under his fur cap. This guy couldn’t have been more than thirty-five years old. And he was gorgeous. During my whole relationship with my ex, Zach, I had never cheated. But I will admit—especially towards the end when he started nagging more about the weight—I had serious fantasies about dudes like the one asleep in my easy chair, but they never included being robbed by them.

Next to him on the floor was a big, empty red velvet sack. I had to admit: this guy had class. I’d read stories in the newspaper about thieves breaking into houses dressed as Santa Claus and taking people’s presents. I never thought it would happen to me. Pictures of the Grinch stuffing Cindy Lou Who’s Christmas tree in his sack crowded my brain. Well this sucker wasn’t getting MY Ipod without a fight!

I tiptoed over to where the hot thief was snoring, and I kicked his engineer boot and stepped back—toilet bowl brush held high. “Hey you!” I shouted. The guy stirred. I gave him my best grimace and said: “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my place?!” He opened one eye and peered up at my brush and me. He grinned (and of course he had a killer smile) and said, “What are you going to do? Tidy Bowl me to death?”

I wasn’t quite ready for such a laid-back attitude. It took me aback for a moment. “No, smart ass…” I answered finally. “… I’m going to call the police and have you hauled off to spend Christmas in jail—that’s what I’m going to do!!!” I bellowed triumphantly. “Oh, and for future reference: Santa has a WHITE beard—not red! You are NO Kris Kringle.”

“Actually, his beard isn’t white. It’s silver. And you’re right…I’m not Kris Kringle. He’s my dad. I’m KARL Kringle—his youngest son.”

Of all the responses in all the scenarios that I could imagine, not one of them included that particular statement. I stood in shock with my mouth open. He fumbled around for a bit and spoke: “This is what I get for breaking the first rule of Christmas Delivery: Don’t Fall Asleep. It’s just that it’s been a long night and seeing as this is my Last Stop and all, I couldn’t help myself.” He yawned and started hauling his big belly out of my chair “Look, don’t set off your loaded brush—I’m just looking for my wallet.” He was even more appealing standing. He was a fireplug: about my height (which made him somewhat short), he reminded me of Sean Astin as Samwise Gamgee in “The Lord of the Rings”: much bigger, but as cute as he could be. He patted himself down, searching around his big gut and barrel chest for a bulge. “Ahh, here it is!” He pulled out a simple leather wallet and flipped it open. “See.” He said.

I slowly inched forward and took the wallet out of his chubby hand. There he was, smiling with rosy cheeks. NORTH POLE DMV: Driver’s Permit was printed in white at the top of a red and green card. “May operate cars, trucks, motorcycles, snow skis and High-Capacity Sleighs” was prominently placed in the lower right hand corner.

“Real cute” I smirked. “So you’re a clever bandit. I’m sure your cell mate will get a real kick out of your sense of humor.”

“Man, some things don’t change, do they?” He smiled. “You’re still a closet believer posing as a skeptic aren’t you? I remember when you were six years old and wanted ‘Dream Date Ken’. You said to yourself, ‘I’ll believe in Santa if he brings me Ken.’ When you didn’t see it under the tree that Christmas morning, you were really sad, but you said, ‘I knew he wasn’t real.’ Boy were you surprised when you found it…”

“Hidden in your stocking!”

“Hidden in my stocking!”

We said it at the exact same time. My mouth was agape. “How did you know that?” I uttered. “Because I asked Dad if I could put it there.” Karl said. “I was twelve. Dad had been training me to take a route of my own. I had been coming with him since you were a baby—watching you grow up. I wanted you to work harder to trust your beliefs.”

I stumbled to my couch and sat down. This was incredible! So it was true: Santa really DID exist. “Yup.” Karl said, as if he’d read my mind. “Only the doubters have got part of the story right: he DOESN’T circle the world and deliver toys in one night. He hasn’t done that in a few hundred years. He has help from his sons.”

“Sons” I gasped, with emphasis on the “s.” “You mean there’s more of you?”

“Oh yeah” said Karl. “It's the family business. There’s Kris Jr., Kevin, Kurt, Klaus, Kyle, Keith, and Kwame.”

“Kwame?” I asked.

“Yeah, a little incident with dad and an African Queen a few years back…we don’t talk about that.” He whispered.

“So we divide up the earth and each take a chunk. Dad spends most of his time these days with the kids that need him most. He took India and New Orleans this year.”

“I see…” I said. “And you got my area.”

“Well, not so much GOT, as CHOSE your area. I told you. I’ve been watching you for many years. I’ve been waiting for that jerk of a boyfriend of yours to exit the picture. I’ve been crushing on you for a while now. I happen to be gay.”

“Oh.” My dick was jumping at regular intervals now. “Are all of you uh…?”

“Gay?” He said. “I doubt it. Nobody’s talking so we don’t really know. I’m pretty sure Kwame is. He keeps picking San Francisco as one of his stops. Listen, do you mind if I make myself comfortable?” he asked. “Uh…no.” I stammered, still trying to make sense of the fact that I had a big, bearded Santa Claus in my living room that was hot for me. “Great” he said and proceeded to undo his belt and buttons. His velvet coat fell to the floor, revealing the magnificent fat physique bulging from his white undershirt. His big, gorgeous arms were covered with a layer of soft red fur, and I could see tendrils of the same curling from under the neckline of his t. He began playing with his nipples as he slowly moved his ball belly towards me. “Listen,” he said again. “…do you mind if I make YOU more comfortable?”

“Uh…no.” was my startled reply.

We stood face to face. The heat between us was more intense than anything I’d ever felt before. He smelled of smoldering fires and apples and cinnamon. He leaned in, and I felt his cock. “So THAT’S what’s meant by Christmas Sausage! “I thought. He pulled me into him and whispered, “I’ve been waiting 29 years for this” and moved his tongue over my lips and into my mouth. He tasted like warm cocoa. His belly met mine and I moaned at the solid thickness of his girth. Our tongues swirled together in a hot dance that left me weak and energized at the same time. I could have stayed like that forever.

Karl ran his thick hands over my nipples, slightly squeezing them between his fingers. He slowly traveled down to my belly and began massaging it with both hands. I was in heaven. “Such a beautiful starter belly. I was so hot for you when you started putting on weight that I had to stop working in the toyshop—couldn’t concentrate. Kept making Barbie dolls with penises!”

“Oh.” I mumbled—trying to get his tongue back in my mouth.

“And now I’m with you” he said, caressing my cheek. “And we’ve got all night. He leaned over and kissed my gut. “I’m going to give you that present that won’t fit under the tree.”

For a moment I was stirred from my reverie. Had he really the power to know what my deepest desires were? I tested him. “Oh yes? “I whispered in his ear. “What might that be.”

“Don’t be coy Chris” he smiled. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. By dawn, you will be fed, fucked, and fat as a house. Are you ready to get started?”

TO BE CONTINUED

#ccstories

[hedwig221b]

oh my god! 🤩 trick or treat!! 👻🖤

I recall you were ok with mpreg (?). If not, send me another ask I'll give you non-abo 👀 🖤

Light chilly wind tickled the pages of the book that the omega held on his knees, and whined pitifully after failed attempts to capture his attention. Bundled up in black leather, scratchy wool and furs, Stiles watched a couple of birds stealing bits of frozen fat from the feeder, yet his mind was far away. A tender smile kept tugging the corner of his mouth up.

They were going to have a baby.

Stiles closed his eyes and huffed at the silly grin that took over his lips. He’d been like that for days now, feeling like he could float above the ground and dance with the snowflakes from how happy and light he felt.

He always thought that pregnancy would be a dark time for him. Looming death aside, he worried that he wouldn’t want a child from someone he despised, would break at the thought of another being living inside him. Yet, with Derek…

Stiles’ heart fluttered, as he traced the black droplets of words on the page.

Derek.

His precious face after he learned about the babe was still fresh in Stiles’ mind. His eyes were wide in fear, his closed mouth tight in awe and disbelief. When Derek told him what beautiful sound had just reached his ears, Stiles grinned and laughed, and swept his alpha in a victorious embrace. He didn’t say a word about the glistening of Derek’s eyes, how tight the alpha held him, or how he kept choking on words of love and gratuitousness.

Their little heaven, that’s what it was.

Oh, they would be so joyous, the three of them! They would—

Stiles frowned. He blinked the world back into his mind and inclined his head.

Someone was breathing heavily.

The omega turned his head this way and that yet saw no one. He was hiding from curious people in the gardens, just a touch inside of the crusted walls of the pine labyrinth. Stiles only dared to go far when Derek was beside him.

Someone stifled a moan.

With his heart slamming on his ribs, Stiles stood up, and looked closely into the needly teal blue bushes, but—

Stiles went still.

A man, broad and red in the face, stood hidden behind the bald spot in the wall. He was noble, from the looks of his clothes. His intense, half-lidded gaze was set on Stiles, as he took quick inhales. One of his hands was down near his groin, and he was—

Stiles shut his half-opened mouth, fighting the stomach bile that rose in his throat, swiveled around and ran.

It felt like, all of a sudden, he was covered in slimy dirt, gobbled up by the deepest moor with no way out.

The thin cover of snow crunched under his feet, and his breathing trailed after him like a cloud. The pikes of the castle towers sliced the grey sky above him. He needed to get inside. Away from… from…

His appeal would haunt him forever, Stiles realized, and even marriage wasn’t able to guarantee him peace. They smiled at him, while their gazes trailed across his body; they said nice things, yet who knew what was on their minds?

No wonder no one dared to speak to him in Derek’s presence. The wolf would’ve sniffed the lies out.

He would never go outside alone again. Fuck this. He would whine and tease, but he would drag Derek out of his boring meetings to have a stroll without men watching him and—

Stiles let out a sharp shout as someone caught his wrist.

“Don’t tell him,” a deep but pleading voice uttered.

Stiles inhaled sharply at the sight of the same man, then quickly broke out of his hold and stepped back.

“Don’t you touch me,” his voice trembled from anger and disgust.

The man’s face was red from the cold. His small brown eyes hooked onto Stiles’ face, with an animal fear trashing in them.

“He’ll kill me,” he exclaimed, following after Stiles. “Please, I— I haven’t even done anything—”

“You did enough,” Stiles bared his teeth, walking backward.

The man’s face went white. He lifted his hands, ready to fold them in prayer. “You cannot blame me for your beauty. You’re a curse to us all. You don’t even know how many of us you—” he stuttered, noticing something behind Stiles, then let out a scream and took off running.

Stiles didn’t even have time to turn, as a dozen warrior wolves swept past him in pursuit. Cold air burned his throat, as he stared at the inevitable. They would catch him. That man wasn’t—

He let out a scream, as someone grabbed his shoulders, and dropped his book. His heart stuttered as he saw who it was.

“What did he do?” Derek snarled, looking over Stiles’ face.

The wolf caught him, as Stiles sagged against him. Pushing his face into Derek’s chest, Stiles gulped greedily, grounding himself in the safety of his scent. His hands clutched at the lapels of the wolf’s big coat.

Derek pulled him close with his arms sliding across his back. “Tell me.”

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the sour burning in his throat. “Nothing, he… He watched me and…”

“And?”

“Pleasured himself.”

Derek’s silence covered Stiles’ skin in goosebumps.

He didn’t want to look, but as the screaming got louder, as the excited yips and growls grew closer, Stiles turned his head and nearly flinched.

The wolves dropped the blood-covered pale man at their feet and stepped back. He didn’t try to run again, instead shaking uncontrollably and pleading for something.

Derek took Stiles’ chin and turned his head to look into his eyes.

His irises were burning fire.

“I want you to watch.”

It was an order, the one that Stiles found himself immediately nodding over. Derek wanted to show him something. So he would.

A strange calmness settled over him, as Derek’s hands left him. Stiles watched in detachment as Derek walked over slowly to the cowering man and inclined his head.

“Did you like what you saw?” he asked in what seemed like a normal voice. Yet, his eyes still burned.

The man sniffled. “N-no.”

Derek smirked. “Liar.”

He began circling the man with measured steps, his hands locked behind his back.

“You think I don’t know the feeling?” he asked. “I know how my mate looks. How he smells. Can you smell him?”

“No, no, please…” the man slobbered over himself, shaking his head.

“Right, you can’t. You’re human.” Suddenly, he turned his head towards the wolves. “But you can.”

Stiles had never seen the warrior wolves this still. Some whined, some stood frozen with their ears flattened and backs hunched, pressed down by the force of submission.

The winds picked up.

“I know how it feels to look at him,” Derek continued, pinning a dozen wolves with one stare. “I am no different to you in that desire. He’s divine, isn’t he?” Derek met Stiles’ wide gaze and smiled coldly, before turning back. “All of you want him in your bed — or, anywhere, really. I hear what you whisper amongst yourselves, I see where your gaze falls.”

The nobleman made a pathetic sight. He seemed to stop listening to his leader, and just pleaded, shaking his head and rocking back and forth. The wolves stood frozen.

Derek put his foot under the man’s chin and lifted it from the ground, before catching his face in his hands. Long claws pierced through his cheeks, forcing a wail out of the damned soul.

Stiles shivered but continued watching.

“My mate is irresistible, yet my wolves learned to resist,” Derek murmured, studying the man’s snot-covered face. “I don’t think you would.”

“No! Have mercy! I will resist, I would never look at him anymore—”

Derek smiled. “Of that I am sure.”

He cupped the man’s cheeks, put the tips of his claws against the man’s eyes and pushed.

This, Stiles couldn’t bear. He closed his eyes and turned away, but the blood-curdling scream still reached his ears.

And it didn’t stop.

Stiles could barely hear Derek’s “Make his death slow, else you’ll suffer the same fate.” to his wolves over the wailing. This time, when the alpha took him by the shoulders, he didn’t flinch.

“Let’s go have a bath,” Derek muttered to him, his voice gentle as always. “You must be cold…”

Stiles laid his hand over Derek’s and held it, seeking reassurance in the slick hot bloodied skin.

“Join me?” he asked quietly, barely heard over the sound of tearing flesh and sharp cries.

“If I ever refuse, consider me dead.”

#sterek #sterek fic #my fics #stiles x derek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #eternal sterek #hedwig221b replies #ask game #mpreg

[definitely-not-captain-america]

Spoilers for the first episode "Aang" of the live action ATLA under the cut. I'll always put spoilers under the cut so as to not ruin it for anyone who has a life and hasn't seen it yet

Content warning for depictions of fantasy violence and death.

I think the animated series starting with Katara and Sokka was a good choice, but I like this one starting with Aang in his original time. It's cool to see the air temples full of people, and Aang is better humanized beyond the "goofy 12 year old who never takes anything seriously," which is partly true but not fully accurate to his character.

The genocide happens so early on so it's impossible to not talk about that right away too. We literally watch firebenders burn airbenders alive, so there's that. I do have mixed feelings about the genocide. On the one hand, I think it's a little tasteless showing it, especially the amount of people who will watch it, sympathize with it, but then not do a thing to support the genocide in Palestine right now. At the same time, I think it's important to show it. It shouldn't be an easy topic, it's supposed to be devastating and horrifying and I think the scene was the right amount of graphic for that. Not to mention the allusion of Sozin killing those kids after he killed Gyatso.

Like others have said, I don't really agree with them cutting out Sokka's sexism. It was a major growth in character for him, and it's important to show young men growing up from things like sexism and maturing and apologizing after you're proven wrong. Still, the casting is incredible so far and all the actors definitely feel like their characters, so that's good too.

Onto Zuko and Iroh (I'm literally writing all this as I watch the episode). I see people say Zuko's scar should've been a lot uglier, for lack of a better word, and I agree. It's small, it doesn't look like it has much texture, and his eyebrow is still there. It's a burn scar, and burn scars never really look pretty in the nice, aesthetic way they made it in the live action. Of course, animated Zuko was always hot, but for the scar to be a point of shame that the audience can really understand, I think it should've looked worse. (Sorry for my brusque language. I don't mean to say that burn victims are ugly and horribly disfigured. Zuko's scar is just so far from a burn scar that it's mostly just aesthetic in the live action.)

Also, and it's so early in the show, but so far Iroh has a bit of a tough love thing going on and I kind of like it. We all love the gentle, tea-loving, proverb-using old man who probably-definitely committed war crimes but is now a big softie who regrets his actions, but I kinda like what may be happening here.

Their village in the South Pole is beautiful, and I'm glad they have more than just like 12 people living there. It's still obvious that all the men went off to war, and I always kinda hated how empty the village was. Plus, like I said, it's still really pretty, so we get to see how there was a culture there that's been somewhat lost.

I love Aang and Katara's conversation about them growing up fast. I think it's a little easy to forget how young everyone is in the animated series — everyone who's not Aang anyway, because even sixteen/seventeen is very young and we can forget that when everyone is drawn to be muscled and attractive and without any real baby fat.

I don't really like how Appa looks, but I typically hate all CGI animals because their fur always looks weird. He isn't terrible, it's just a serious case of uncanny valley for me so it's just not my thing.

I kinda like that Katara goes off to the ship on her own before Aang. We get her gentleness and a lot of her uncertainty, but we also see her conviction and the fact that she'll do whatever she wants if she believes it's for the right reason.

Right along those lines, I really love how evident Sokka's role as the child soldier/child leader is. Katara mentioned that he was told to watch the village since he was 13, and he's doing what he can. He has no idea what's right, he's just doing everything he can to hold things together and keep people safe. Aang calling him the bravest person he's ever met was so wonderful and exactly the validation Sokka needed to hear but probably never did. It also helped him come to his decision to help Aang, which was awesome.

I also love the reckless abandon we see with Zuko and the other firebenders. Sozin entered the Fire Nation into a world of divine right and basically the American Dream of conquering and doing whatever you want because they're in charge, they have the right, so they can. I also love the slight juxtaposition of Aang and Iroh's short encounter where Aang asks why the war was started. I just really like all the character interactions so far.

We also really get to see Zuko being young. His desperation when Aang escapes, the anger and fear he experiences. It's all very realistic and I'm glad we get more of that in this one.

I can't quite figure out if I like the costumes and the setting a lot. I don't like CGI heavy movies because they never look real or good to me, which is something I care about. I'm also not a good judge of whether CGI is good or not. I end up comparing everything to Narnia or Babe the Pig, both of which were pretty incredible, and nothing has been to those standards since.

In that same vein, I can't tell if I like the bending or not. It's not terrible, but the hand movements always look a little off to what ends up happening (which, I understand why, I just think it could been a little cleaner). Though that's probably just a byproduct of this being a live action, and the animated will always be better for bending. That earthbender in the beginning just took so long to earthbend, and I've always appreciated that earthbending is like, the heaviest and there's a lot more force that goes into it, but he was taking too long for me.

I 100% love this cast. So far they've all been very true to their characters while also being slightly new interpretations, which I like. I can't wait to see how they develop throughout the show, especially Katara, who I think goes through the most amount of growth in the show in a fairly short amount of time. Aang is still playful but also a bit more grown up, Sokka is still sarcastic but also focused on being a leader, Zuko is young and scared and angry and desperate to prove himself. I'm really happy with this actually, because it'll be easier for me to forgive the parts I don't like because these actors are so good.

That was very ramshackle and haphazardly thrown together. Oh well. This is starting out better than I expected and I'm excited for that.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #live action atla #live action avatar #netflix atla #netflix avatar #lok #legend of korra #aang #katara #sokka #zuko #iroh #appa #waterbending #airbending #earthbending #firebending

[daydream-cement]

Violet and Rose Ch. 8

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: Imagine ‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding’ vibes, but with country folks.

Larissa went down to breakfast long before you did. You were too busy looking for a certain pair of jeans, eventually you found them mixed up in Larissa’s clothing. When you came downstairs, you watched as your mother set a cup of coffee in front of Larissa, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “Drink up, honey.”

“Mornin’.” Your father nodded as he passed by you, headed towards the kitchen, “Took you long enough. I already finished feeding.”

You ignore your father’s criticism of your sleeping habits and make you way to the kitchen after him. Rather than sitting, you stand by Larissa and graze from the table, picking up a pancake, folding it in half, and taking a bite. Your mother saw you and sent a scold your way, “Were you raised in a barn? Sit down and eat, kid.”

You sit on Larissa’s knee and continue eating. Larissa pulls an arm around your waist and enjoys another sip of her coffee. You offer her a bit of your pancake and she takes one with an appreciative smile. You finish breakfast and wipe your hands on your pants, earning a frustrated expression from both your mother and Larissa.

“You are just like your father. Now, ride over to the barn, make sure it’s ready. The cousins are just gonna meet you there.” Diane instructed you, glancing over your shoulder to look at Larissa, “You can take Zeph and Angus. They need to get out for a bit.”

You glance back at Larissa and you can tell she is absolutely terrified. Diane is quick to reassure her, “Honey, that Angus is gentle as a lamb and he’s lazy as all get out. He won’t be doing any running.”

As you walked out to the barn, Larissa was fighting you every step of the way. She had a million excuses of why she couldn’t ride a horse today, but you saw through all of her lies. She even continued giving you excuses as you saddled up the horses and prepared them to take you down to the old barn.

Angus leaned his head on your shoulder as you stood and talked to Larissa about riding, “I promise it isn’t as hard or scary as you thing. He isn’t nearly as ornery as Zephyr. Now, I want you to watch what I do and then you will just repeat the process.”

Larissa had her arms folded in front of her chest, remaining in a state of apprehension. Being as small as you were, you brought Zephyr close to the fence and used the bars to place a foot before swinging yourself up on his saddle. When you look back down at Larissa, she is shaking her head, “I can’t do this.”

You slide from the saddle, bracing yourself as your feet hit the ground. You make your way to Larissa, taking the reigns of Angus and bringing him close to the fence, “Now, right foot on the fence, left foot in the stirrup, then swing yourself over. I’ll hold him steady.”

Larissa shifted uncomfortably. She seemed embarrassed, but you reminded her of a promise that she had made on the plane, “If you ride this horse, I will let you dress me up all fancy or whatever in London.”

You could see that motivated Larissa a little. She approached Angus, tracing her hand against his fur as she walked past his face. You rested a hand on Larissa’s side, trying to give her more encouragement, “Those beautiful long legs will make it easy.”

You couldn’t see Larissa’s smile, but she did appreciate the compliment. She followed your instructions and now sat atop of Angus with a triumphant look on her face. You couldn’t help but share a smile, taking your phone from your pocket and snapping a picture of her. You wasted no time and pulled yourself back atop of Zephyr.

Larissa was extremely anxious at the beginning of the ride, but by the time you arrived down to the old barn, she was baby talking Angus. To believe they were mortal enemies because he attempted to touch her hair. You pull yourself off Zephyr first, tying him up and you were about to help Larissa when you heart the hilariously familiar scream of your cousin, Meg, “For one night!”

Next came the voice of Anne, “And one night only!”

You spun on your heels and saw the two of them staring at you, waiting for you to finish the quote from Mamma Mia, “Donna and the Dynamos!”

The girls ran to you, leaving their brother and your cousin, Jacob, in the dust. You followed suit, leaving Larissa to find a way off Angus herself. When they reached you, Anne grabbed your face, continuing to quote the movie, “You get more gorgeous every time I see you.”

Your arms wrapped around Meg’s neck and you enjoyed being back with them for a few moments. Anne finally broke the family reunion when she saw Larissa tying up the horse, her voice went low as she admired her, “Who is that?”

“Fern’s fiancée, dummy. Mom told us she was engaged.” Meg placed an elbow in Anne’s stomach to distract her from ogling Larissa. You felt your stomach drop at hearing the lie. Your mom certainly knew how to spread secrets like wildfire.

“Nice one.” Anne wiggled her eyebrows at you, before turning back to admire your girlfriend, “She tops you, doesn't she?"

Larissa approached you from behind, placing a hand on your shoulder. Anne spoke again with a smirk, "Oh, she definitely does.”

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The next few hours went by quickly. After helping the cousins set up all of their equipment in the barn, your mother had you send Anne and Meg up to the house with the horses. Your mother's exact words were: "Send up Anne and Meg. You stay and sweep up the barn. Don't be making Larissa do work." Larissa helped you anyway and you made her promise not to tell Diane that she did.

It was chaos when the family arrived. Your mother had Larissa swept up into the sea of relatives who wanted introductions as well as offer congratulations on your pending nuptials. Once they had the opportunity to talk to her, said relatives would come find you so they could either tell you how beautiful she was or to enquire about when the wedding was planned for.

To start the evening off right, your grandfather started off by singing That's All Right by Elvis Presley for everyone. He even opted to play the guitar for himself too.

"Grandpa always starts us off, doesn't he, honey?" Your mother was speaking to you, but she also wanted Larissa to listen in as well. This was her first opportunity to witness a full fledged 'Rogers Shindig'

"Yes, ma'am." You respond, feeling Larissa's body lean into yours just for more proximity.

From there, the cousins took over. They played many group favorites from Dolly Parton, The Chicks, and even convinced your father to play some Johnny Cash for the group as well. As time went on, the population of the barn grew past the forty or so relatives in attendance. With the addition more music and alcohol, the laughing, talking, and dancing led Larissa and you to become separated. Your mother has stolen her away to introduce her to more people than she would ever remember and your three little cousins had found you, begging to see your powers.

The sun was setting, but the lights from the barn kept the pasture around it well illuminated. You sat with the older two off to your sides and the youngest in your lap, making the clovers bloom for them. You hushed your voice as the flowers blossomed, causing the little ones to lean in close, "There should even be some four leaf clovers around here somewhere."

The littlest remained with you as the older girls competed for who could find the most four leaf clovers. You kept one hand against the ground, powers flowing through the clovers, making sure there was an endless amount of them for the girls to find. You loved watching them play around you.

"Always at the kids table." You heard Sarah's voice before she sat down next to you in the grass, but just like the night before, you didn't respond.

"I really thought we would be able to figure this out..." Sarah watched the girls searching for clovers, her voice almost seemed to be choked up.

"There is nothing to figure out." You looked down at the toddler in your lap that gathered flowers in her fist. You couldn't help but smile and gently stroke her soft hair as she did.

Sarah was silent for a moment and when she spoke her tone sounded as if she were crying, "But I love you..."

You never really had to reject someone like this. It was usually Sarah who did the heartbreaking. When you imagined this moment where you finally had the opportunity to hurt Sarah, you always pictured yourself saying the most vile words to make her hurt. Now that you had the opportunity, you couldn't do it, "I just... I don't love you. Not anymore."

"We'll always love each other. That's what they all say. You never stop loving your first love." You couldn't tell if she was trying to convince you or herself.

"I don't know what to tell you. You need to move on." The little girl had lifted herself from your lap and went stumbling towards one of her sisters, hoping to share the flowers with her.

Sarah continued to fight even though your voice was void of any sympathy or suggestion that you would waver on your stance. She took a chance with you now that no one was around, "Kiss me, Fern. It's like you need to be woken up. It's me! We are meant to be together. I can't believe you are too stupid to see this!"

You took a deep breath, shaking your head. You were tired of the insults she threw around when the conversation didn't go her way. You felt Sarah looking at you now, she leaned on her arm, creeping closer. Her tone was desperate and angry, "Come on, fiddleleaf. You can't give up five years just like that.

You turn to face her, "I can. And I have."

Sarah's frustration boiled over, "You stupid mother-"

Her words stopped when a pair of legs separated the both of you. You glance up to see the backside of Larissa, her hands on her hips. Your girlfriend now loomed over your ex. You could see Sarah's face through Larissa's legs and you could see the anger seething from her. Larissa's words were icy, "Finish that thought."

Sarah's eyes fell and bored into yours, almost like she was trying to telepathically tell you what she thought of you. You weren't sure what to do when Larissa squatted down to prevent Sarah from looking at you. You had never seen her so confrontational or protective of you. You could hear the way she smiled when she spoke, "Go ahead. Finish the thought."

Link to Chapter 9

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[altocat]

So remember that kitten I asked you to have Seph find? What happened after that? Did he take it back to Angeal? Did Zack INSTANTLY fall in love with it??

In unrelated news I pulled a kitten out of a storm drain this morning and I am EMOTIONAL (He’s going to be okay, just have to find him a home!).

Hhhh thank you for saving the kitten! Trufax I saved a tiny kitten last October after some dogs chased him. Brought him to my folks and now he lives with them! I see him all the time since I live nearby. His name's "Big Steve" or "Stevie" for short and he's a big fat happy spoiled baby now ❤️

ANYWAY...

-Sephiroth initially plans on dumping the kitten off with Angeal. After all, what would he do with it? Hojo had never allowed pets and it's not like he's the most...gentlest person in the world to take care of it.

-Angeal helps him get it fed. It's still very small and needs milk so Angeal has Seph feed it a formula since it only seems to want to eat while he's holding it. The sight of Seph with a tiny, wobbly kitten in his arms is uncharacteristically adorable. And there's the unspoken push for Seph to be the one to keep it, even if no one says anything.

-Years pass. Sephiroth named his cat Shiro ("Samurai")! He grew into a huge, elegant boi with beautiful glossy fur. And is Sephiroth's personal spoiled brat. Seph will be his usual gruff and grumpy self around literally everyone and will still come to fuss and pamper his precious baby.

-Yes, this includes degrading, incoherent streams of mushiness. Sephiroth will hold Shiro in his arms like a baby and smoosh his little face. The cat is probably the only thing he shows genuine open affection for without reservation. He likes rubbing his face in the fur. So soft. Shiro just purrs louder when he does it.

-When Shiro hunts a rat or a spider, you'd think it was a weeklong jubilee with how much Seph praises him! Such a cunning hunter!

-The cat loves to sit and stretch out on Seph's pauldrons so he sometimes stays with him during informal hours, just perching there. He's a great comfort when Sephiroth is doing reports. Sephiroth always has one free hand nearby so he cat pet the cat whenever he's stressed out.

-They mutually are both pissy at the red light that Genesis occasionally flashes for them on the ceiling. Genesis is honestly kind of startled to see their pupils reacting in the exact same way. And that they both...purr? Seph, what were they injecting you with back in the lab?

-The cat is otherwise fond of Angeal but doesn't care much for Gen. They have something of an offhand rivalry where Shiro hisses when Gen comes by or Genesis just kind of casually pushes the cat off the table. That said, whenever Seph is gone on solo missions, it's Genesis that comes to feed and take care of the little beast. He surprisingly follows Sephiroth's instructions flawlessly.

-Shiro also grows rather fond of Zack. Zack, in turn, has a silly habit of taking cute pictures of Sephiroth doting on his cat. They're not for social media or anything. He just gets a natural joy at seeing this murderous man-mountain kissing and fussing over the little furball just like we all would.

-Sephiroth often has bad dreams so Shiro will stretch out on his stomach or curl up close to his head and knead and purr really loud to soothe him.

-I'm not even kidding, if you touch his cat he will make sure they never find your body 😊

#Sephiroth #Sephcanons #ff7 #crisis core #ffvii #asks #final fantasy 7 #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #Zack fair #Catboy #Fluff

[valgasnewsthings]

Diet and cure are need constantly.

 My grandchildren is on 1.5 y.old , her body covered with red spots and pimples, they are itching, she is wordiness and nervousness.Doctor  put diagnosis as atopic dermatitis, allergy to  the protein in cow milk, and failure for ferments a digestion system.All  milk products avoided, effect is zero, ointments are not helping, relieving not beginning, disease is keeping, advice to her something, please.

A children with atopic dermatitis are constantly checking in dermatologists, and pediatrist and receive supporting cure  as for preventing a recidive a disease answers dermatologist  Kuleshov, and constantly keeping these recommendations:

1.Using hypo-allergy diet with limiting animal fats, sea meal, smoked,spicy, salted and marinades, eggs, nuts, honey.

2. Limiting contact with water and items of household chemicals.

3. In household carrying are elimination/avoiding contact with allergen/activities.

Everyday house cleaning, wetting.

Minimal quantity at home are soft furnitures, carpets.

Using pillows with filling of synthetic materials.

Removing at home a tick dust.

 Avoiding a children skin s contact with woollen  fur fabrics.

At home, removing abundant humidity and sources for mold on the wall.

Avoiding contact with home animals.

Limiting using synthetic washing items.

4.And using for preventing and on acuting time or long time for till 30 days and more on rashes of atopic dermatitis as for medicament cure are creams Bepanthen, Panthenol, or vitamin F99 for two times/day, if doctor allows and cream Protopin for one time/day for 3 months, concrete remedy selecting individually by skin peculiarity, season, climate, time of a day, and patient s preferences.

5.Using for base care a skin softening and moisturizing remedies/Emollients as of lotions, creams, ointments, they are fighting dryness, itch, inflammation skin, and common recommendations by using: Self using, after water procedures by principle to wet-grease, and bathe baby at warm on 27-30 C bath for 5 min with adding for 2 min till procedure ending a oil for bath and apply on wetting skin, and wipe her needing after bath by blotting moves, avoiding friction a softening remedy.

On the colt time a year use softening and moisturizing remedies with a most oily ingredients.

Emollient  as of cream apply for 15 min, or in 15 min after using a anti-inflammatory preparation/in a case more oilyness base a Emollient .

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[journeydb]

March 5 2023 Barcelona

I'm grateful that we have technologies that allow us to keep in touch with our family and friends in the States while we are living and traveling abroad. Using ZOOM, WhatsApp, and the cameras in our phones we have been able to have conversations and send photos and videos to each other, as well as "attend" meetings and classes back home.

It's particularly important to us to be able to follow our granddaughter, Maple's growth and development while we are away. She is nine months old and crawling, beginning to walk holding on to things, and communicating verbally, and she's becoming more aware of who she is. She recognizes us on WhatsApp calls but I can only imagine what may be going through her mind, perhaps something like "Why are my Nana and Grampy in a box and why can't I touch them?" She probably has a hard time understanding the difference between when we can interact with her on a call and when she sees us in photos and videos. But she kind of goes along with it all because MOST things are a puzzle for her that her brain is constantly trying to solve.

When I think of all she has learned in the few short months of her life I'm blown away! Babies are the most amazing creatures! All babies, not just human babies. Imagine a fawn standing up and walking, however ungracefully, just moments after it is born. Imagine baby birds FLYING after only a few months in the nest. Our kittens are also less than a year old and they have changed SO much since they were the cute babies who first came home to live with us.

Look how little they were, they were eating out of the same bowl! I used to be able to hold them both at the same time in my arms. They could still jump and climb but not very high. Now they can jump onto the counters and even the top of the refrigerator in their room in the lower level of the house and I'd have to be sitting down to try to hold them together, which they never let me do because they are so rambunctious.

Chloe was a skinny kitten and she has grown into a FAT CAT! I had to put her on a diet the last time we returned home and ask Beverly, our cat sitter, to stop giving her treats because she had put on so much weight in such a short time.

Feather hasn't changed as much because she's a normal weight for her age, but she's still a lot bigger now. Her fur is sleek and soft. They are both beautiful cats and much calmer than they were as kittens, when they were play fighting with each other all the time. They sleep more than half the time, which is developmentally normal for their age. I usually let them out of their room when I'm home so they can run up and down the stairs in the wing of the house where they live, to give them enough exercise. Obviously, Chloe isn't climbing the stairs as often as she should!

Our "old girl" Matilda, who is eighteen years old, and still going strong, lives in my study because she doesn't like her "sisters" very much. They bother her and try to eat her food so they aren't allowed to be with her unless Bev or I are there, because they fight with each other.

Matilda is perfectly content with being by herself or with us but she does occasionally visit the "kittens" in their room and she likes looking through the window in the door and watching them play.

I miss ALL our "babies" while I'm gone and I'm always so happy to get home to them!

[midisty]

Midnight

I believe it all started in 2005. My mom, brother and I were driving in Derry, NH and we saw a sign that said “free kittens” and I saw Midnight and immediately fell in love with her. I remember the guy who had them saying “that one was my favorite” and I could see why. She was a beautiful black kitten. Along with her, we adopted Minster, an orange cat that grew up to be big and fat and Garfield like. Unfortunately Minster was hit by a car and passed. I decided not to let her run around outside anymore and began walking her on a leash. I have many photos and videos of me doing this over the years. She liked to play in the grass and climb up trees. From the beginning, I snuggled her every opportunity I got, until she was hooked. Before I knew it she was sleeping on my head, kneading my hair, and licking my ears as a kitten. I remember waking up the next day wondered if I was dreaming because she was so affectionate. My shoulders and my hair were her favorite place to be, up until I recently gained a lot of weight. She would sleep on my Buddha belly. 🤣 Every time I came home, she would meow over and over again to yell at me for being gone and to tell me about her day. Up until she got really weak, I would pat my hand on my belly and say “Midnight! Come here baby” and she would stand up on her hind paws and lean on my belly for head butts and kisses. Her and I always had a bond; an unconditional love for each other. She understood when I was upset. For example, around 2014 I had my first real panic attack. I didn’t fully understand what was going on with my body. I was so scared and thought my life was ending. She put her paw on me to let me know that everything was going to be okay. She did this often when I was upset. At night, she would always wrap herself around my head, almost as if she was protecting me. She did not get along with other cats very well, but she sure loved people. If you weren’t a cat person, you became a Midnight person. Like my grandfather, I used to try and run away from my problems, so I ended up moving to Tennessee, then Boston, and to Florida. She came with me everywhere I moved to. She was very geographically experienced. She hated car rides and plane rides, more if I wasn’t holding her during them, but as soon as she settled in and realized her home/mommy was there to be with her, she adapted quickly.

Back in December, I took her to the vet with the help of my friends donating money to me to get her seen. She had been losing weight, slowly but losing none the less. My mother noticed it and I knew I had to do something. I brought her to the vet, and she went from 11/12 pounds all the way down to six pounds. Her coat became matter and greasy and she had lost a lot of fur. I cried and had to leave work because I could not handle the news and the fact that it was irreversible. We sure put up a fight, though. Between the $60 kidney cat food, and a $150 cat dish to make sure the other cats didn’t eat it, and a lot of love, both of us were fighting to keep her going. She gradually ate less and less despite the help of an appetite stimulant, and drank a lot of water. Then, she started refusing for days to eat, and I brought her back to the vet and figured if I get her back on an appetite stimulant she would be okay. At this point, her meow was a low pitched crackly sound, verses her loud, chipper meow that she would give me when she wanted me to open a door for her to go outside.

A week went by, and she barely ate. A coworker of mine mentioned baby food so I tried that as well. She picked at it, but did not eat enough. Then there came the weakness. Midnight was walking very wobbly. Then she couldn’t use her back legs, then she couldn’t use her front legs, and before I knew it, she could not walk at all and was peeing on herself and my bed because she couldn’t get to the cat box. When I tried to get her to the cat box, she couldn’t even walk into it to pee in it. Then, there was her mouth unable to fully close. I knew her body was shutting down, so my boyfriend and I said a prayer to God and gave permission for God to take her if it was her time. She fought every day to stay alive up until the night she passed. I would eat food in front of her, and her tongue would come out, like she WANTED to eat, but her body would not let her.

The next day, it happened. It was around 6 am on Mother’s Day and I heard her meow. It wasn’t her new, low pitched meow. It was her normal, high pitched meow. I knew something was happening to her she did not like, so I held her. Then, her head started moving around and I read that sometimes they have seizures before they die, so I immediately called my mom and told her to come into the room. Not long after my mom got there, she took her last breath, and her tiny head just fell into my hands, with her eyes wide open. She was gone. God took her. I was comforted by the fact that she was with me.

I cried all day that Sunday. I drove away to a lake and screamed. I was so angry that she was gone. 18 years of my life, and then she is just gone.

As the days pass, it gets easier. I cry less. There will never be a day where I don’t think of her. She was my fur baby soulmate, and she is now my angel. I will never replace her. No animal will ever compare. While I love animals, and will love again, I will not love them like I love her. This is the circle of life, and I believe God will let me see her again. Until then, she’s hanging on tight to my heart.

[killerbananas]

God Bull! Erwin would be huge and I just want him to breed me and fill me in a mating press

Chuff

Informal HCs/bullet writing about bull!Erwin claiming you.

🔞 mdni | thirst | masterlist | 868 wc | afab!reader x bull!hybrid Erwin

Warnings: smut; hybrids (picture a minotaur/Qunari), breeding, double dick big n heavy balls 'Win, size, dubcon, dark content, pushy mating, dumbification, lets be real we're monsterfucking, bit of body horror/bulge, double vaginal penetration, just so much cum everywhere, baby trapping sorta?, blasphemous language, cum as an aphrodisiac, wall break or nah?, oral, choking, predator prey, objectification, degradation humiliation, lmk??

AN: There's my filthy babe 💖 thank you for giving me the excuse 💋 yes I gave him two dicks because I live in a daydream of indulgence on this blog. Please you need to know I remembered that I read another bullman fic before a la the beautiful @reiner69er. While I went this way because another anon recently mentioned double vaginal, I was like ‼️‼️ ... Wait oh fuck juju did this amazing work before too, so please go support her fabulous work. 💋

⭕ bull!Erwin is huffing chuffing impatience when he finally catches what has his nose all twisted, following it to find he's downfield of you

⭕ bull!Erwin can't help how his cocks pop out from his sheath as soon as he catches you bent over in the garden, but he's quiet when he has to be, especially if it's going to net him a lush cunt to sink them into

⭕ bull!Erwin knows the second his bright eyes meet yours that his strut is all he needs to win your favor and get you mesmerized at his heavy sac that's commensurate with that entire big fucking rig set up just leaking prespend in rivulets biologically engineered to help you submit pretty to the monstrous stretch

⭕ bull!Erwin knows you feel safe behind the fence when you approach like a timid doe just to see if your eyes are tricking you or if he really does have two-- you gulp. He could stomp the fence to pieces or clear it readily, but he wants a prize that presents itself, not render the female he's about claim and breed immobile. That's bad for carrying babies.

⭕ bull!Erwin doesn't even have to do more than let out a groaning sigh as he shifts, fat cocks slapping wetly against each other and his muscled underbelly lined with that soft fur you want to pet it looks so gentle

⭕ bull!Erwin knows when you drift into his personal space that he need only lift under your arms, making you reach for his impressive horns as something to keep your balance. The sensation of you gripping them makes his cocks throb, but once your thighs find their rightful place over his shoulders, he hones in on invading your cunt with that thicker than you expected tongue of his

⭕ bull!Erwin thinks the way you squirm on his tongue is only just recompense for the arousal he can smell overwhelmingly close to his face. His eye contact is reverent dominance, committed to showing you he's the perfect leader for you to submit to, so capable of undoing you twice before nudging your legs down

⭕ bull!Erwin let's you sink over the fat head of one cock, the second getting pressed between your bodies while you breathe through the stretch until he's speared your cunt on his width and his balls are pressed close to kiss your backside

⭕ bull!Erwin can lean back while you take the time to consider how you got here, impaled on a prick so massive and wide you're pretty sure you could finger the lip of his head through your tummy 🥺 you didn't know if he could actually impregnate you, but the shear heat of the sac pressed beneath you while you straddle his lap is making you fucking question it...

...is it such a bad thing? To let this big bull breed you?

You get a closeup view of the head of his second cock as he waits for your signal, chest gently heaving as the purple-hued skin weeps silky prespend from the flat n wide almost pulsing head.

It wouldn't hurt to just... lick some while you make up your mind, right? It even smells a bit sweet though still unmistakably musky.

Erwin rumbles an odd purr when you find yourself so focused on getting the entirety of his crown behind your wisdom teeth, but still he waits for you to move further.

When you begin slowly canting your hips in barely manageable ruts on his lap, he paws at your plush cheeks, tugging and pulling at the pillowy skin of your thighs, anything to help you begin riding his length until the obscene sound of your cunt meeting his base is a hedonistic hymnal.

He's flooding your poor body before you can blink, catalyzing your orgasm and simultaneously making you choke on the load that ends up escaping your mouth, bathing your torso in the liquid until you feel so unbelievably turned on at the realization of what is going on again when the post orgasmic haze starts fleeting.

How the fuck-- you're caught like a deer in headlights when his icy orbs strike arousal straight to your clenching cunt, considering that second dick with enthusiasm and determination.

His horns are the perfect leverage to cling to as you perch on both cocks and he holds them together for you to keep nestled at your gradually accommodating pussy. His thumb coaxes you through another orgasm that must finally send enough encouragement to your abused little fuckhole that it's time to be the best cockhost you can be for the bull doing you the favor of breeding your womb.

It's as he has you laid back on your crumpled clothes, legs held so your knees beg to kiss your forehead and keep you tethered to the ground that you find yourself begging for the seed infiltrating your every defense to be as potent as his behavior implies. His sharp eyes don't miss a thing as he ruts his thicknesses through your cumsloshed cunt, mind driven to impregnate his new female, radiating pride at your reception, submission, pleas to be bred.

Listen this is just my ode to monsterfucking and breeding I can't even show my face to myself rn do not perceive me pls I'm asking aggressively

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[scarletttries]

Message in a Bottle

Pairing: Adrian Chase Vigilante x Reader

Rating: Not explicit, but includes alcohol use, some PG-13 action and mention of a bad date experience (nothing violent).

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s note: I’ve been obsessively listening to Taylor Swift’s “Message In A Bottle (Fat Max G Remix)” all week as it is pure dopamine to me, and naturally that inspired me to write a love letter Adrian story.

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"Cheers!" you all shouted cheerily pleased to be celebrating another job well done. You had just closed a case with the 11th Street kids and when Emilia had put herself out there and asked if anyone wanted to join her for a beer, you and Adebayo had been quick to call for a gals night! Through much pouting and a surprising comprehensive lecture about how a separate-gendered social calendar only exacerbates the harmful dichotomy of the patriarchy, Adrian had also been invited and the four of you sat in Harcourt's favourite bar clinking your beer bottles together.

You and Emilia exchanged a warm look as Adebayo started talking about the options for dog Halloween costumes she was considering for her fur babies, and as always Adrian's gaze was fixed on you as much as he thought he could get away with before someone kicked him under the table for being creepy. He couldn't help it, ever since the day you two met as part of a mission he was just drawn to you. You were fun and smart and just seemed like the most real person he'd ever met. He wanted to know everything about you, and spend all his time around you, telling you his thoughts and hearing your replies. The way you lit up when you laughed made him want to save all his best jokes for you, his stomach fluttering whenever your eyes met his. He had spent so many restless nights wanting to tell you how he felt, but every time he got you alone and you gave him your undivided attention, bright eyes shining up at him, he chickened out, terrified he would never mean that much to you. Little did he know there was already a reason you smiled so brightly at him, and blushed when he scooted to the seat next to you for car journeys, and struggled to sleep when you thought of him too much - you already felt completely the same way about the sweet, beautiful, genius, murder moron.

So that's why he'd fought to come out with you all tonight, never wanting the miss the chance to spend time with you and hoping that maybe, with a little Dutch courage, tonight might be the night he came clean about how he felt. He laughed as you and Harcourt told the table about the worst undercover mission you ever tried to pull off (pretending to be a fortune teller and palm reader in New Orleans, but never figuring which one was which), which lead Adrian to the story of how he thought he was psychic as a kid but it turns out he was just hearing his constant inner monologue, which made you crack up as Adebayo started doing an incredible impression of a young Adrian's inner monologue. "I wish I had more knives, why aren't invited to my brother's friends birthday party, I thought we were BFFs, now I'm going to climb a tree and jump off and see if I break any bones. Hey look a firefly!" You were all in tears as she covered his mannerisms perfectly, and you smiled brightly at him loving each and every one of those things that made him him.

"Another round? Harcourt? Adrian? Also Adrian?" You gestured to both Adrian and Adebayo, who made the same excited nodded motion that set you off laughing again as you stumbled to the bar. Adrian watched as you walked away, a dopey smile plastered across his face from hearing you laugh so naturally.

"You have to say something dude! This is painful to watch." Adebayo slapped Adrian's arm, bringing him crashing back to reality, and straight into denial.

"Say something to who? A waitress? (y/n) is already getting our beers, the wait won't be painful." Feeling very confident that he had covered his tracks, he turned back to watch you at the bar. Adebayo sighed,

"Seriously man, you're clearly crazy about 'em, you don't even stare at Chris this much!" Harcourt looked up, agreeing, and nodding towards the bar,

"Seriously Ads, you better ask them on a date soon, before someone beats you to it." Spinning in his seat Adrian looked back to the bar, just as you lent across it, making what looked like flirty eye contact with the bartender fetching your beers. His heart dropped into his stomach. Harcourt was right. You must get so much attention that he was stupid to think you he would even register on your radar of interest. He just wanted to disappear, his eyes falling to his lap, unable to look at you any longer now that your bright smile was for another man.

"She's probably just being polite." Adebayo reassured him, glancing back to see you collecting up four beers to bring over, after what had actually been a very average conversation about beer orders, with you only leaning over the bar to get a better look in the fridges behind it. You carefully carried the bottles back to the table, about to ask Adrian if him and Chris ever underestimated their own strength and accidentally crushed beer bottles with their bare hands when they were drunk, when the familiar sound of Paris Hilton's 'Stars are Blind' started playing, your ringtone and a collective favourite of yours and Adrian's. "Just a second" you waved to the table of thank you's as you saw your best friend's face on your phone,

"Hey babe, what's up?" you answered, causing Adrian's head to whip round for the second time that night. Your best friend started rambling down the phone, "Babe, I need your help. I'm on the worst date ever and I'm hiding in a bathroom and I need a lift because I let the guy drive me here. We've been at the restaurant for 45 minutes and he hasn't stopped talking long enough for us to even order a drink yet. I might die of dehydration while he tells me about his time as a Fraternity president 15 years ago." You laughed and agreed to come pick her up, getting the restaurant details and promising to cause a scene so it would seem like an emergency, just glad you were close by already and had only had time for one light beer. You moved back to the table, a little bit rushed as you grabbed your jacket and bag, not wanting to prolong her suffering and apologised, "Sorry guys, I've gotta dash to meet a friend on a date, that rounds on me, have a great night!" already halfway to the door as they all waved.

Adrian looked on, devastated, pretty much only hearing the word ‘date’ from your exit and assuming the worst; you were going to meet someone else, someone you already liked. He really had no chance with you, did he? He picked up the beer you have bought for yourself, downing it in one swift movement, secretly hoping you had pressed your lips against it for a sip before you left, the closest he would get to his lips on yours, and then hating himself for wishing that.

"Calm down man, they're probably just meeting a friend, don't get in your head… You know, I think (y/n) likes you back." Adebayo said hopefully, throwing a desperate look at Harcourt, who quickly flagged a bartender and did the international hand symbol for a round of shots, her skill at non-verbal communication always proving invaluable.

"Yeah, definitely, I don't think they’re dating anyone else." Emilia offered, not wanting to get into this if she could help it.

"I know you're just saying that to make me feel better," Adrian practically sniffled, "there's no way (Y/n) would like me back, they're like the best person ever and I'm just some guy." He continued on like this for 15 minutes, singing your praises as shot after shot landed in front of him at Harcourt's request, until he was slurring his words about your sexy butt. "It doesn't matter if I like the sexiest person I've ever met anyway, because every time I try and bring up how I feel, I lose my usually unstoppable ability to speak." Adebayo nodded and hummed thoughtfully, as if she was a great scholar, rather than a drunk and excitable messy. Harcourt slammed down her latest shot and suggested boldly

"So write down how you feel! Then it doesn't matter if you finally shut up." Adrian’s eyes grew wide, nodding frantically

"Harcourt you're a genius, pass me a napkin, I'll spell it out with my blood," he scrambled for a knife where one would usually be in his Vigilante suit, forgetting he didn't keep one in his jeans.

"Hell no," Adebayo shouted ,clasping his hands to stop him, "this is a love note, not a ransom note! No blood and no napkins." Pulling a notebook and pen out of her backpack she neatly tore out a page and handed it to Adrian. "You want to be concise, but sensitive. Articulate, but accessible. You need to say how you feel, but leave out all the creepy thoughts we all know you're thinking." She mused, oblivious to Adrian who had already started scribbling.

"What have you got so far?" Harcourt offered, genuinely interested in this glimpse into Adrian's mind. He proudly held up the piece of paper, a smug smirk on his face at his poetic prowess, which so far just had 'I LOVE YOU' written in large letters on it, messy like a child had written it.

"It's a good start, let's expand on that." Adebayo continued.

***

You had successfully charged into an out-of-your-price-range restaurant, pretending to be your friend's doctor having finally found a matching donor for her prostate transplant, leaving her wishing she had come up with her own lie. You ushered her out as she apologised to her date (who still hadn't managed to order) and tipping the poor waitress that had been hovering by her table for the better part of an hour with no progress. The two of you had gone straight to the nearest drive through, finally getting the dinner she had hoped for, and laughing about all the awful lines she had heard from her date that night. She apologised for pulling you away from your work drinks, and you told her it was nothing, but you were a little disappointed not to be spending more time with Adrian this evening, also hopeful that one of these nights the two of you would finally get to talk about your feelings. After fries, burgers and milkshakes were all polished off, you gave your grateful friend a lift home, reassuring her that she was right to call you and that you'll always be there for each other. She gave you a huge hug as you pulled up in front her building and told you she would repay you by organising another night out, so you could invite your 'work crush' to that. You agreed to that deal, and once you saw her safely inside you headed home, smiling that you'd have an excuse to invite Adrian out soon.

As you pulled up in front of your building, you could see a familiar figure outside your apartment door, pacing back and forth. Walking quickly up the outside stairs of the complex, you called out, "Adrian? Is everything okay?" Worried he had come to fetch you for a work emergency. He jumped and span around, clearly in his own world, clutching a folded over piece of paper tightly in his hands.

"Hi, is your date over already?" He said looking behind you, dreading the thought of another man walking up the stairs behind you, headed to your apartment for the night. It took a second for you to figure out what he was talking about and then explained,

"Oh, I didn't have a date Adrian, my friend was stuck on one with some awful guy so I went to rescue her. But I’ve dropped her home now" You said, half answering his question, and watching his body relax as he breathed a deep sigh, seemingly very happy with your explanation.

"Your friend was the one on a date!! That's amazing news! I mean that makes sense. And of course you rushed to help them because you are a wonderful friend, and kind and selfless and..." his nervous monologue trailed off as his eyes locked on yours, smiling at his kind words and a little confused by what was happening. As was always the case when he tried to talk to you alone like this, his thoughts dried up, and his words failed him, and he fell silent. It took all the courage and focus he could muster to hold his hands forward, giving you the note he was clutching. He couldn't look at you as you carefully took it, gently unfolding it and your mouth falling slightly open, brows furrowed as you read what had ended up being a messy collection of his thoughts. You struggled to make out some of the words in his drunken scrawl, but you quickly realised this was about to become your most prized possession:

"I LOVE YOU." It started, "I want to tell you that all the time, every day, but every time I try it's too hard to say, but it's easier to write it down so here it is. I really, really love you. Stupid amounts. I didn't even know that I could feel like this at all, but ever since I met you I haven't stopped feeling like this, and it's wonderful and amazing, but also sometimes terrible because I feel sick when I think about how much I love you. You are incredible, and kind, and fun, and so fucking hot, like really hot and I don't mean to be creepy but you have to know that I think you are really fucking hot okay? Anyway I wanted you to know because if there's even a small chance you think I could be the one that you love, then I have to give it a chance. Because then I think all the sleepless nights I spent worrying you'd never feel like this, and all the times I've felt like I had a huge secret weighing inside me will be worth it. So yeah... I LOVE YOU." The final three words were written bigger than the rest, messy hearts and kisses and smiles doodled around them, done while he stalled on sliding the note under your door like he had planned to do before you snuck up on him.

You were frozen, this felt like a dream, like it was too good to be true. You kept waiting to snap awake in your bed, or for Chris to jump out and say this was a prank, or any number of more realistic outcomes than Adrian actually handing you a confession of his love, a tangible piece of his heart. You focused on the final three words, before finally returning your gaze to Adrian, stood quietly in front you, not daring to look up to your face or gauge your reaction. You finally managed to quietly mumble out, "I love you." Without looking up Adrian quickly confirmed,

"that's what it says." You couldn't help but laugh as you repeated,

"No Adrian, I'm saying I love you."

"Yes I know it says I love you, I wrote it for you." He looked up now, face frustrated at this reading comprehension exercise, further surprised by the wide smile spreading across your face as your laughter continued.

"Adrian listen to me, this note says that you love me. But I’m saying that I love you. I love you Adrian." You repeated again, emphasising the ‘you’s and ‘I’s, the ridiculousness of this conversation not lost on you. His eyes squinted and then slowly widened as it finally sunk it that you were requiting his declaration of love, that this plan had actually worked, and this confession was finally happening.

"Really?" was all he could blurt out before your lips crashed onto his, not wanting to use your mouths for anymore exasperating conversation. His arms quickly moved around your waist pulling you against his chest so tightly you could almost feel each other's racing hearts. You leaned back a little, breaking the kiss to bring your nose to boop his, and you both beamed, giggling at the miscommunication you already knew would be your first in-joke as a couple. With faces so close you could feel the warmth from his flushed cheeks, the strong tequila smell on his breath was slightly overwhelming. You figured 'girls night' had helped him work up the courage to come here, and you were very grateful for that, but you were also very aware that you were not anywhere near as drunk as Adrian. It slightly killed you not to immediately invite him inside, but you wanted to do this right, so you gently cupped his face in your hands, looking deeply into his eyes.

"Adrian, I'm really glad you told me you love me, and I really love you too. And I am going to treasure this note for the rest of my life. But you are very drunk, and I am not, so I'm not going to keep kissing you or invite you in until you sober up a bit okay?" You couldn't help but glance to his soft lips as said the word kiss, already missing how they felt against yours. Adrian straightened up a bit and nodded,

"Once again proof you are good and kind and thoughtful, which are some of the reasons I love you." He beamed at his new found ability to say those words out loud to you, before he processed what you said even more, eyes widening, "does that mean when I'm sober you are going to invite me?" The disbelief in his voice made you laugh, like he had won a lottery he didn't even realise he'd bought a ticket for. You nodded and smiled again, stepping forward to give him a hug to say goodnight, but before you could move your arms up to meet his, he had vaulted halfway down the stairs, shouting "I'll see you soon, sleep well, I love you." as he sprinted into the distance, a man on a mission.

You let your mind hold on to the thought of how much fun your life was going to be with Adrian as your love, not letting the small voice worrying this was all just drunk talk get to you. You cleaned yourself up and pulled on shorts and a cropped shirt to sleep in, before getting cuddled up in bed for the night. You read over the note from Adrian a few more times, cheeks aching from your smile, before you finally managed to drift off, making a mental note to call your best friend in the morning with the news.

***

The next morning you awoke to a loud knock at the door. You glanced at your phone. Since you had the day off you hadn't set any alarms, and it was now exactly 9am. You got out of bed, running your fingers through your hair as you went to the door. Through your front window blinds you could see the shadow of a figure excitedly shifting about and the smile you had fallen asleep wearing quickly returned. Opening the door, you found Adrian on your front step where you had shared your first kiss the night before, holding flowers, a cuddly toy eagle, and some small device you couldn't quite make out. He immediately burst out with,

"Good morning! I love you! I wasn't sure when you'd wake up so I thought I'd stand here for a while, but then I got bored, and I missed you, so I thought 9am was a good enough time to knock. These are for you," he said, handing you the flowers and teddy, melting your heart with his sweet gifts. "And this is proof that I am now sober,” he said thrusting the device in front of you. From here you could see it was a Breathalyzer, with a reading of 0.0 on the front of it. Setting down your romantic presents as you both walked into your home, you turned back to the smiling doofus,

"Where did you get a Breathalyzer?" You quizzed, secretly thrilled with the bizarre start to your day.

"Oh, I took it from a police car. But it's not illegal because I'm gonna give it back." He said, like it was the most sensible answer in the world. You smiled, scooting yourself up onto your kitchen counter pulling Adrian close so he was stood between your legs, which quickly wrapped around his waist. "Well in that case, consider yourself invited in. Good morning and I love you too." You said, your tone loaded with excitement and anticipation as you pulled Vigilante in for a deep kiss. His hands trailed along the outside of your thighs, up your hips, slipping under your cropped shirt to wrap around your bare waist. "Fuck, I really love you." He replied happily before leaning in for another deep kiss. Returning that Breathalyzer would have to wait.

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[valgasnewsthings]

Diet and cure are need constantly.

 My grandchildren is on 1.5 y.old , her body covered with red spots and pimples, they are itching, she is wordiness and nervousness.Doctor  put diagnosis as atopic dermatitis, allergy to  the protein in cow milk, and failure for ferments a digestion system.All  milk products avoided, effect is zero, ointments are not helping, relieving not beginning, disease is keeping, advice to her something, please.

A children with atopic dermatitis are constantly checking in dermatologists, and pediatrist and receive supporting cure  as for preventing a recidive a disease answers dermatologist  Kuleshov, and constantly keeping these recommendations:

1.Using hypo-allergy diet with limiting animal fats, sea meal, smoked,spicy, salted and marinades, eggs, nuts, honey.

2. Limiting contact with water and items of household chemicals.

3. In household carrying are elimination/avoiding contact with allergen/activities.

Everyday house cleaning, wetting.

Minimal quantity at home are soft furnitures, carpets.

Using pillows with filling of synthetic materials.

Removing at home a tick dust.

 Avoiding a children skin s contact with woollen  fur fabrics.

At home, removing abundant humidity and sources for mold on the wall.

Avoiding contact with home animals.

Limiting using synthetic washing items.

4.And using for preventing and on acuting time or long time for till 30 days and more on rashes of atopic dermatitis as for medicament cure are creams Bepanthen, Panthenol, or vitamin F99 for two times/day, if doctor allows and cream Protopin for one time/day for 3 months, concrete remedy selecting individually by skin peculiarity, season, climate, time of a day, and patient s preferences.

5.Using for base care a skin softening and moisturizing remedies/Emollients as of lotions, creams, ointments, they are fighting dryness, itch, inflammation skin, and common recommendations by using: Self using, after water procedures by principle to wet-grease, and bathe baby at warm on 27-30 C bath for 5 min with adding for 2 min till procedure ending a oil for bath and apply on wetting skin, and wipe her needing after bath by blotting moves, avoiding friction a softening remedy.

On the colt time a year use softening and moisturizing remedies with a most oily ingredients.

Emollient  as of cream apply for 15 min, or in 15 min after using a anti-inflammatory preparation/in a case more oilyness base a Emollient .

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