#'well good because you used to weigh more than me when i was pregnant with the two of you'

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Oh GOD, breeding kink with Ghost but he's actually determined to get his darling pregnant because after everything they've been through together, how much he loves her and vice versa? I could go on but it's just something to think about. I also strongly believe he'd be that kind of girl dad heheh

Couldn't Love You More (Ghost x F!Reader)

Left pic credit: @ vhenan_virabelasan on IG

Word count: 3.7 k

Tags/warnings: Tooth-rotting FLUFF. Mild, soft smut 🔞, crying (from joy), breeding kink (obv), comfort no hurt. All the softness and love.

A/N: Excuse me, more soft!Ghost coming through! I hope you like this take anon 💕

"I'm tired of using those things."

Simon rarely whispers, hardly ever murmurs, and never coos. But this time, his voice is deliberately soft. 

You sigh and put the condom package down on the table. This evening had been a nice change, a pampering for your poor, stressed-out nerves. He had done his best to take your mind off work ever since he got home: he took you out for a 3-course dinner – which reminded you of the early days of your dating – and it was all supposed to end in a good stress relief of a fuck.

You'd sent him suggestive texts all morning, knowing he was coming home today. Those messages were extra naughty because you happened to be ovulating, and juicy, and horny as hell.

And you know he has waited for this moment as well. Which is why you can't get your head around why he wants to raise the subject of using other methods of contraception right before you're about to have sex. 

Why would he suddenly start complaining when both of you are already naked – practically seconds before you're about to roll down the condom for him?

"You know I've tried, Simon," you sigh again – you don't even bother to disguise the annoyance in your voice. After all, you've tried basically everything to make it more pleasurable for you to make love without the risk of getting knocked up. You hate the rubber between the two of you just as much as he does, if not more. Apparently you need to remind him how the last attempt with the pill went.

"I become a bloated monster," you say, realizing you're pouting only when he laughs.

You absolutely love it when he does: it's a rare thing, even with you. Even after all these years of love and dedication, the warm, husky chuckle at the back of his throat makes your heart flutter and your head feel dizzy.

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean…?"

The man has a tiny twinkle in his eyes, and the flutter in your heart turns into something heavier, more serious. He looks you up and down as if to weigh whether you're ready to take in what he's about to say.

"How about we just ditch the bloody things?"

Your heart is truly getting it today: it skips a beat or two from what he says. From what he implies.

"But you…” you whisper, still unsure if you're truly discussing the same thing here. “You said that kids are a bad idea." 

"They are." 

The twinkle in those eyes turns into an amused gleam, the corner of his mouth lifts up a bit from seeing you so shocked. 

And Simon never said he didn't want children.

It's just that he has avoided the subject like it's a seasonal flu he doesn't want to catch. 

He would make the perfect father: you just know it. Sad to say, but it was one of the main reasons you fell for this man. It's stupid, but it's true: women look for these things. They can tell if a guy would be a good choice for a father. They notice safety, security, the willingness to support and provide.

Biology and instincts be damned, you simply can't deny that Simon is the first man who made you think about what it would be like to have children. And of course the perfect candidate for a father thought that kids were a bad idea…

It seemed like a cruel joke, the way he brushed you off when you first approached him with your shy request. You pussyfooted around the subject, were as delicate as one can be, knowing it might make him uncomfortable. 

And it did. It more than just did.

He freaked the fuck out, went to work, and worked himself nearly to death – literally almost got himself killed, and you understood that this was serious. His childhood, his past, the dangers of his work – of course he thought himself unfit for the role.

Infuriatingly, it only made you more convinced that he was the perfect choice. The man was just so fricking responsible.

You barred your mouth shut after that. Instinct told you Simon might just leave if you continued the talk about having kids. Not because he couldn't take it, but because he would want to give you a chance to find someone to raise a family with before it was too late. 

It was his view of unconditional love: he was ready to let you go if need be. He would set you free if he suspected it would make you happy.

But then you saw him look at tiny kids – usually the ones that had just learned to walk – with a fleeting longing in his stare. It always turned into a withdrawn sulk, the gaze of a man who has accepted his fate.

He seemed to have the softest spot for little girls, especially when they were laughing and giggling or being unruly rascals, and sometimes flinched when a baby started to cry in the store. He looked a bit distressed for a second, and not because of the noise – but because he couldn't locate the immediate source and go and calm the baby. 

That's when you realized he actually wanted kids. The biological clock on this man was ticking just as furiously as yours. 

Years passed, and you silently buried your dreams of raising a little family together. He was enough for you, more than enough: you would not break up because of this. No man could ever replace Simon. 

But it still hurt. It was like a wound that never healed.

Until this night…

This night, it seemed he would not only cure it but heal it so well it wouldn’t even leave a scar. 

You suddenly find yourself under him – his moves are so quick that it's almost like you're teleported there. He sometimes does that: lets you play with him for a while, have your fun on top before reminding you who is in control here.

And this time, he won't even let you play.

"Simon, what are you doing," you sigh with barely concealed exhilaration. 

As if you didn't know exactly what he is about to do. 

He looks at you with that possessive look he sometimes has when you two have been apart for far too long. And there's something more behind that stare. It tells you that this is serious; this means business. The package you placed on the nightstand remains unopened and, apparently, will be the witness to his mission tonight. 

Serves the damn thing right…

You take in the absolute beef of this man: the bulk of pecs above you, the wide, solid middle that nearly swallows you every time you're under him.

You almost disappear between him and the mattress when you two are doing missionary, and it's one of the best feelings in the world. You've wanted to sink your teeth in to those huge, solid shoulders for god knows how many times. Once or twice, you actually did give him a little bite, only a nib, really, during a good pounding – and giggled at the breathless grunt of "Hey" that followed.

The trail of hair, darker in tone compared to the hair on his head, spreads over his abs which rest under a thin layer of fat. The happy trail, as you call it, runs down until it meets the heavy cock that always makes your mouth water like it's your favorite meal.

His hand is weighty, adoring when it comes to rest on your waist – the callous of his palms feels just the right kind of rough as he gives you the softest squeeze and a caress.

And he must know from the wanton looks you gave him all evening that he can just walk right in. Probably knew from those texts already that you've been wet all day long.

You try to spread your legs wider than they can go as he grabs himself to be positioned to your entrance. The fat tip of him feels heavy on your folds as he lazily slides himself up and down your slit, teasing the opening but not going in. It feels heavenly to sense him, all of him, with nothing there between you. There's no lifeless rubber: just his thick velvet meeting your wetness and silk.

The darned man won't even answer your question… Probably knows it's not really a question, just an astonished sigh of love.

"It's…not safe," your head falls back as he pushes the first few inches in – teasing you still by not giving you the full length and thick of him.

"Tired of safe, too," he rumbles softly above you, feeds more of himself in, and you tighten around his cock: receive him with fierce love and yearning. He groans at the sensation – it must feel divine for him, too. It must feel like it's meant to be this way. Now and forever.

You sigh as he starts to move, slow and intense, just the way he knows you like it when there's been too much stress and life has been a bitch. He always makes you feel better, always makes you melt in his arms when you run to him from the unfair, fucked up world. 

He's got some bad days too, and that’s when you ruffle his hair, scrub his back in the shower, give him a sloppy little blowjob, or make him his favorite dish, anything to make the tension in those mountains of shoulders disappear. 

You two worship each other; there’s no question about that. 

"Simon–ah… Truly, are you serious…?" 

"Hell yeah."

The idea of him cumming inside you is thrilling enough, but it's not just about that. 

You're ovulating, and he's a man in his absolute prime. He reminds you of mountain lions and snow leopards, living their life in harsh conditions and in wandering solitude until… Until the perfect companion comes along. He's simply the most virile male there is; broad, wide, and heavy, always ready when you are.

A man like Simon just cannot be infertile.

His eyes are half-lidded already, and those pale eyelashes make you bite your lip and grab his butt like it would be a life or death situation if he chose to withdraw.

And you know he loves it when you grope his ass and try to assist him with the thrusts. 

His little helper, indeed…

"Bloody fucking hell, you feel good…"

His head rolls back, exposing the tendons on his neck, thick, like the rest of him. Everything in this man is thick and broad and good – and fuck – he glides in and out like a dream. Somehow the extra layer of rubber has taken the brunt of his thickness away, but you feel it now, all of it, and it's something you could die for.

He grunts and thrusts, then halts for a while, chuckles all breathless…

"It's gonna be one hell of a show, sweetheart."

He's talking about what comes after. How it will be when there's a new addition and not a crew of two anymore. It brings tears to your eyes to see how he's already thinking about the future – and how he does it with a smile and a pleased chuckle.

"I'm used to sleepless nights," he reminds you softly. "You're not."

Ugh – he's thinking about your well-being when it would only make you the happiest woman on earth to take care of his children. Your children.

"I'll manage," you whisper.

"I know you will."

The tears are so close now; he’s simply the one and only person in this world for whom your love is boundless. It’s endless, overflowing.

He pulls back a little, raises your legs to rest on his shoulders, then crawls forward – he’s about to go deep, and the indecent but insanely sweet position makes you quail from him at first. It’s just too much all of a sudden.

"Wait–"

"The boys said this'll do the trick," he explains, waits until you adjust under and around him.

"The–the boys?"

He had been discussing this with his workmates…? 

Discussing which position is the best to help conceive?

"Yeah. Wanna do this properly."

This man might actually be serious… He just might be serious about this, and you still have difficulty grasping it.

"I can't believe you want this," you whisper, still trying to catch your breath on what's happening.

"Believe it or not, it's gonna happen now."

The smallest tear escapes, and you purse your lips, shut them tight to prevent a tiny little bawl from erupting. 

"I've always wanted you, Simon," you breathe into the air between you as he starts to make love to you, fill you with intent. "Just you, all these years…"

He rarely whispers, but this time, his voice is the softest hush.

"Right back at ya, darling."

"I–I want to give you… want your kids," you whimper, tears coating your voice as he continues the torture while the sweet, tight love surrounds you both.

"I want a family, Simon," you pant weakly, almost distressed. So urgent, desperate, like the wound is yet to be healed. You've never said those words to him before because you were afraid he might leave. 

"Love… fuckin' hell."

He has to stop to catch his breath, to catch the truth. Of course he has known it all along without you telling him, because he simply has those instincts of a wild animal. 

But words are powerful… They are magic. And this magic wants itself spelled out.

"I'll give them to you," he promises. "All of it. I swear."

Your eyes drift closed from the full wave of his vow. This mission is a crucial one, then, one of his most important ones. The man loves challenges; he loves when you up the stakes. Perhaps that's what this is about: he doesn't want to be a coward about the thing you both want. 

The skulls, the brass and death that always surround him can't take away the fact that he's a lifegiver. No matter what anyone says, men can give life, too. He has already given you so much, and now he's going to give you children.

A few more tears push through, and it's one of the sweetest things in your life: to get fucked by him so good while you're crying from joy.

"Luv. You trust me?"

You open your eyes again, and the sight of him is crystallized through tears. It's the most beautiful thing. 

"I trust you," you answer with a shaky breath.

Your trust is even more drugging to him than the tightness of your cunt, it seems. The corner of his eye twitches once, his brows knit together, and a pained look passes in his stare: but it's the sweet kind of pain, just like yours is.

"Feels so good," you whisper, looking up at him with devout love. "So, so good…"

"You're damn right," he sighs, panting with strained, short breaths. "Never felt this good."

He rocks you like you're under the sea, at the bottom of the ocean where the waves are mellow and the seabed is made of the softest sand. You're squeezed between his arms, tightly; he pins you to the bed with his body. The flutter of those pale lashes with every thrust is illegally sweet.

Your lips are bolted shut from the raw sensation, the swelling waves, but when a noise finally erupts, it does so with force. 

You know it makes him wild whenever you cry and plead under him. You know it sends him straight to the edge, too: when you moan and tighten around his cock, spread yourself for him to plunder while you're clawing at his back. You were so embarrassed the first time you noticed the red marks on his skin after your little sessions, but he was only pleased and said you should never apologize for that. His body is full of past pain and torture, and still, still, he allows, even wants you to destroy it even more.

"Faster, Simon, please…" 

"Yeah, that's it. Beg... Beg for me, love… "

And damn right, he's eating up your wrecked state like it's time for Christmas dinner, and the table is brimming with his favorite food. You're close, so close it would be torture, devastation if he stopped. 

"Ya want me to give it to you?" His voice is more rough, more commanding. God, he's close too.

"Yes–give it to me, please–"

Just don't stop, whatever you do, don't stop…

You beg some more, but it's incoherent. Just the way he likes. 

Simon–fuck…

There's no reason to it, just ah's and fuck's and love's, all knit together in a sweet, heady mess as you come– 

Fuck–!

…the orgasm is so intense it points your toes, makes you wrap around his middle with what little strength you have in your arms and fingers and those tiny little claws. Your nails sink in, somewhere between his shoulder blades: he's so wide you can't quite reach to hug him, but you latch onto him like a drowning person nonetheless.

"Oh–oh fucking god…!" 

He comes, right after, buries himself so deep that it stings a little, but you would never, ever complain. He pumps you full, doesn't even move, only arches his back to go even deeper, although he's already buried there to the hilt.

And never has he in all your years together sounded so vulnerable. He usually just grunts and huffs when he comes, but now you get a whole string of words and a fragile, broken pitch. He sounds as if he's near the point of breaking into tears. 

It must feel divine to cum inside you instead of a condom, and what's even more, with the intent to fulfill a mission with that shot. Give life.

If you don't get pregnant from this, well… you doubt you ever will.

He's lying on top of you in a heavy, panting heap, sounding like he's just done ten deadlift PRs in a row. You can't help but laugh, breathless, too, and caress him as he comes down from his sex high.

"You can let me go now," you ghost your fingertips up and down his back when he still doesn't move. It's not that you want him to release you, but he's simply too heavy to be lying all over you like this for long periods of time.

"Nah not yet. Gotta make sure..."

He thinks you want him to pull out, and you giggle some more.

"You're crushing me," you laugh. "And we can do this all weekend, silly. If you want to make sure."

His middle contracts with a silent laugh, too.

"Got a fair point there, love."

Finally, he lets you out of the spread. He pulls out, too – that's not necessarily what you wanted, but when he takes you in his arms, you don't complain.

"That was… so nice," you say, suddenly shy. As if this was the first time he wrapped himself around you in a post-coital embrace.

"That was the best."

He's so warm, and the arm around you is heavy, even when lax. Especially when lax. You feel soft and sweet in his hold made of pure strength.

"I'd be surprised if not. You were very determined."

"You think that did it..?"

He's suddenly shy, too. You could swear he has never asked such a fragile question during or after a mission.

"No half-assing with my sweetheart."

One could say he really used his whole ass on this. You know it, because you're the one who spurred him on with weak but eager hands.

"...but I think it would be best to try again tomorrow. Just in case," he suggests, and you can hear the smile. God, that you love him.

"I wouldn't say no to that."

You imagine him waking up to your baby's cry with a sigh and a jaw-dislocating yawn, hushing you back to sleep by telling you it's his turn to go. He would finally locate the source of crying and make it his mission to cradle the little breadcrumb back to sleep, too. You just know Simon would sometimes fall asleep on the sofa while the baby is still in his arms, sound asleep just like their dad.

And you also know the child would make him laugh more. He would have the greatest time hearing all the silly (not to talk about the clever!) things the kid comes up with once it started talking. Simon would listen with a straight face, at first – out of respect – but then he would come to you with an unrestrained smile and a comment: "Did'ya hear what that little thing just said? Unbelievable..."

Whenever the kid had a tricky question, you would send them to Simon. It's decided already. You imagine him explaining things to the child with his steady and calm briefing voice while you're trying to keep your giggle in.

And when the little one was big enough to run around and poke things off the shelves, Simon would embrace you from behind while you're pouring some morning tea and say: "Should we make another one, hmm?"

After all, your little troublemaker would also need a friend to play with...

There's a gigantic, peaceful smile on your face, and Simon should be snoring by now… But he's still awake, and the arm around you draws you closer. He even tucks his hand partly between your body and the mattress. It's the sweetest prison from which you never want to escape.

"What if… What if I get grumpy when I'm pregnant?" You start to chit-chat nonsense while he holds you against a solid chest. You know he will fall asleep soon, and you wish to voice some fragile concerns before he does.

"I'll bring you ice cream to keep you nice and calm," he mutters in the back of your neck, sounding drowsy already.

"What if ice cream won't help?"

"I'll bring you chocolate."

You smile at him having a solution to every problem, no matter how minor. 

"You're really not afraid…?"

"Of you being grumpy? Nah I don't think so."

"No," you laugh at him joking around. "Of… changes."

"After all that we've been through? No." He brushes his lips over your neck, and you turn a little to look at him.

"Simon... What made you change your mind?"

He thinks on the answer for a good ten seconds. You know that inward look, which is both a gaze to the past and a shaky, hopeful glimpse to the future.

"Don't wanna die without knowing how our kid would look like. What they would be like."

You swallow past sorrow – it's such a beautiful thing to say that you have to catch your breath for a moment. Then you put your hand over his arm, the one keeping you close to him.

"Guess I got tired of living in fear," he sums up the change of heart, and you have to blink back more tears.

"I'm tired of living in fear, too," you whisper, and he entwines your fingers together. The kiss that follows is like a seal to your change of plans. It's pure hope.

"Could you... Could you say that we'll be fine?" You speak on his lips as softly as you can. You sometimes worry that he's annoyed by your constant need for reassurance, but he sounds as solid as a soldier can be.

"We'll be fine like always. Promise you that."

He doesn't seem to mind: if anything, you could swear that giving you encouragement only makes his chest puff up a little. The man gets satisfaction from you needing him in your life like this.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of us."

You ease fully into his embrace. He has said he'll take care of you many times before, but now your world is changing. It has changed already; you just know it. There's no more you and him, a team of two. 

There will be a tiny little breadcrumb too.

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fluff #simon riley smut #ghost x you #simon riley x you #simon riley imagine #soft simon riley #soft ghost #fluff and smut #call of duty #mw2 fluff

[raina-at]

Pride

Omg, you guys, it's the last one! Where did the month go!

A huge, huge thank you to @calaisreno for keeping is going the entire month, and a huge thank you to all of you for reading and writing and gushing and commenting and crying and making this more fun than it had any right to be. I'll miss this!

I did a Pride ficlet last year as a bonus ficlet because I missed two days. I had a lot of ideas for this year's, and maybe I'll post some of them as bonus ficlets through June, but for now, I say goodbye to May with John and Rosie.

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"Dad."

"Hmm?"

"Dad!"

John puts down the newspaper. Apparently this is a serious discussion. "Yes, love?"

Rosie throws herself into Sherlock's chair and contorts herself into a pretzel-like shape that can't be comfortable. "I'm...um..." It's apparent she doesn't quite know how to phrase her issue, because she's unnaturally hesitant. Sherlock's influence has made her shockingly blunt, while John's influence has made her shockingly foul-mouthed. Arguing with her is a joy. But now, very untypically, she looks confused and a bit lost.

"Ro, whatever it is, you can tell me," John says, leaning forward, a bit worried now.

"It's..." She sighs, looks down at her hands. "It's a bit personal?"

"Oh my god you're pregnant!" John blurts out, his momentary fear overriding his usually good brain-mouth-filter.

"Dad, what the actual fuck! I'm not fucking pregnant!" Rosie rolls her eyes so hard John wonders if she sprained something. "You know I'm on birth control. You went with me to get my first prescription, for fuck's sake."

"Accidents happen, my dear," John says, gesturing at his lovely daughter, who, light of his life, and joy of his world as she may be, was also very much an unplanned pregnancy.

"Fair enough," Rosie admits, deflating a bit. "Still."

"It wasn't a completely unreasonable assumption. You have a boyfriend, you're twenty, I'm assuming you're having sex."

"Please, dad!" Rosie exclaims, the tips of her ears turning red. "I really don't want to talk about my sex life."

"You think I do?"

Rosie makes a very Sherlock-like  'never mind all that nonsense now' gesture. "Anyway," she says, giving John a glare that tells him to shut up until she's finished. "It's actually kind of about Mark."

John nods, to let her know he's listening, but carefully and deliberately keeps his mouth shut, even as he's thinking, If he hurt you, I'll kill him so fucking dead so quickly he'll never know what hit him.

"It's... you know... he's... well, he's a boy," Rosie finally gets out.

John blinks a few times. Waits a bit. When it's clear Rosie won't be any more forthcoming about the issue, he dares to ask, "And?"

She looks down at her hands, studying them with unwarranted fascination. "I'm..." She sighs. "When did you know you were bisexual?"

John exhales audibly. Now he knows what this is about. In a family of mostly queer people, Rosie seems to have assumed she'd be some kind of queer as well. And if anyone knows how complicated identity can be, especially if it's weighed down by expectation, it's John. "Um. Quite honestly, I'm not sure I am."

Rosie looks up, surprised. "I mean. Mum. And Paps. Um. You know..." she makes a 'please fill in the gaps yourself' gesture.

"Look," John says, leaning forward and taking his daughter's hands. "I personally think labels are vastly overrated. If a word, or a label, or a phrase, helps you to better understand yourself, that's great. Use that label as long as it serves you, and if it doesn't anymore, use another one. As for me, I was raised in an environment where being different was bad. What kind of different you were exactly was completely beside the point. And I saw first-hand how the world treated your aunt, so I thought, best not think about it. I wasn't that attracted to men, it wasn't difficult to ignore. Until I met Paps, and you know how difficult he is to ignore."

Rosie grins. "Oh, yeah. So Paps made you bi?"

"No, you know it doesn't work like that. He made me... " John answers, smiling fondly at the memory. "Well, quite simply, he made me fall in love. He was—still is, of course—the most intriguing, gorgeous, infuriating, exasperating, fascinating person I've ever met, and I fell in love with him so hard, and so fast. But I wasn't ready, and he wasn't ready, and it took us years to get our acts together. And part of that was that we both couldn't accept a fundamental truth: The heart wants what the heart wants. Fighting against it only brings misery and destruction." He squeezes Rosie's hands. "So. Do you love Mark?"

She nods, her eyes shining with the truth of it.

"Is he good to you? Good for you?"

She nods again.

"Then who the fuck cares about anything else?"

Rosie's silent for a bit, apparently mulling over his words, still holding on to his hands. "So," she finally says, looking up from her joint hands with a smile. "You'll love me even if I'm straight?"

"Well, love, I suppose I can overlook this glaring character flaw. Also, you might meet a stunning lesbian when you're forty and she'll rock your entire world and turn everything you thought you knew about yourself upside down. And I want you to remember," he says, leaning in a bit more, looking deeply into her eyes, "I'm fine with everything, as long as you give me some grandkids first."

Rosie laughs and pushes him away. "Fuck off."

John gets up and makes his way to the kitchen. "So, sexual identity crisis over? You want to have some tea now?"

"Of course I want tea. But what you're saying, if I understand you correctly, is not to assume I'm straight just because I fell in love with a man?"

"I'm saying," John says, flicking the kettle on, "is that it doesn't matter, love. Gay, straight, pan, bi, ace, all these labels are useful if they help you understand yourself. But if you feel boxed in by a label, don't use it. Use another one. Use none at all. Let nothing ever keep you from knowing and understanding your own heart. That's the only thing that matters. I might be bi, who knows. The important thing is that I love Sherlock with all my heart, and that I made a commitment to him. Everything else is just noise."

Rosie is quiet for a bit, looking thoughtfully at the fire crackling cherrily in the hearth of 221B. "You're getting soft in your old age, Dad," she finally says, with a grateful smile.

John hands her a mug, drops a kiss on her head. "Love you too, dear," he says, smiling into her hair.

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Don't forget that I'm collecting these ficlets here on AO3, and don't forget to check out the wonderful collection of May prompt ficlets as well. I know I'm already looking forward to reading all of them again.

Tags under the cut as usual.

@calaisreno @totallysilvergirl @jrow @peanitbear @jolieblack @meetinginsamarra @helloliriels @keirgreeneyes @lisbeth-kk @friday411 @givemesherbet-blog-blog @weeesi @thalialunacy @thegildedbee @dapetty @salmonsown

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[stormyjane7]

Darling, Would You Like to Have My Child?

Summary:

Astarion finds out he can actually have children. Would you agree to bear them?

TW: Breeding Oral Sex, Sex Vaginal, Sex,Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Smut I've been busy over on Ao3 but I forget to bring it over here! So I'm catching up. Enjoy!

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Before the death of your former master, you would have never been able to entertain the thought of having a true lover. You only had fleeting nights of so called passion before bringing your victim before him to kill. Now that he was dead, the netherbrain almost gone, you start to think of the future and what that meant for you.

You think about one recent night on your adventure that you had with her. You knew in that moment that you would fight for this love that had bloomed on the battlefield.

She stops you before you lean in to bite into a new spot along their shoulder. You always tried to take new spots not to mar their beautiful skin.

“Astarion,” She whimpers out, “You can bite in the same spot. I want to wear your mark. To show the world I’m yours.”

You smile at how much she had worked her way into your cold, dead heart and gave you life again. Because of this, tonight, you wanted to get started on the next stage of your new life. You had rented out a private room at an inn that your other companions were not at. A place that would allow for each room to be cast in silence so no sound could break through the walls. It was perfect.

You had set the room up before bringing Tav over. On a table you put potions, stored blood bottles, few scrolls of lessor restoration, and a few books you were going to show them to get your idea across easier. You were nervous about a possible rejection, but you’d still try for having a good night either way. You both deserved it.

When you finally bring her in, you make sure to cover her eyes so that it’s a bit of a surprise. You click the silence spell into place after letting her see the room. Her face was beautifully lit from the candles you had going and had a bit of questioning wonder when she eyed the table.

“Just what have you been up to Astarion, my love?”

“Well come over and see.” You lift the book up and hand it over to her. She reads the title ‘The Curse of the Vampyr’ and recognized it as one of the many books found on your journey so far. “I marked a spot in there for you to read.”

She found the tabbed pages easily and started to read outloud.

“We thankfully live in a world where most vampyr kill or turn their victims. If it were not so, many a damphyr would walk this world in the dark shadows of life. Any vampire or spawn can create such a creature. It could walk amongst us with in the light, eat with us, and yet still crave blood at differing times. Our world could crumble if this was allowed.”

She looks up at you with curious eyes. “Does this mean you’re actually able to make someone,...me.., pregnant?”

“It does indeed my dear. You don’t have to lose that desire of having children now it seems.” You grin and wave toward the bed. “Would you like to start trying? I would love nothing more than to see how beautiful you are carrying my child.”

Even in the candle light you can see how she flushes from head to toe. Her heart is racing and a small smell of her arousal hits your nose. You walk toward her to pull her close to you. “Just think of the little pitter patter of feet in the morning running to us. How they would call out to you for love and comfort. Your beauty as a mother would know no bounds, my sweet.”

She sets the book down on the table and looks at the other items there. You can tell she’s contemplating all options laid before her.

“We still have tadpoles to contend with. Do you think I’d be okay?”

“If you were to get pregnant now, just know I would do everything in my power to protect you. I am also sure our friends would do the same. They love you almost as much as I do.”

She closes her eyes, again weighing this as thoroughly as she can. I can see the delight in them when she finally opens again.

“Well, we can certainly try! Even if nothing sticks tonight the practice will be fun.”

With her words of consent, you scoop her up in your arms with a squeak from her and take her over to the bed. You laid her down gently and started removing your shirt. You then slowly unbutton her blouse letting it fall open to expose her breast. You reach out with both hands and cup her softness and give each nipple a softly firm pinch. The moan she gives you further hardens your now weeping cock. She lifts herself up so that she can take off her blouse fully and starts to undo the laces to her trousers. You hook your fingers into the waistband of them and her smalls to take them both off in a single motion. She laid back down and looked up at you with so much adoration in her eyes.

“Gods you’re beautiful.” You mutter it like a prayer as if she herself was a goddess.

You kneel on the floor and pull her to the edge of the bed. Hooking her legs over your shoulder you lick the slit in front of you. Her hips buck at the touch, you can tell she’s already wet from desire. Running a finger up and down her you say, “I love how just the small amount can make you wet for me. To see you ache and tremble for me is such a sight.”

Your mouth descends on her clit making her mewl loudly. Slowly you insert your finger into her warmth, lavishing her insides with a come hither motion. You add another finger and continue your ministrations till you feel her come close to the edge of an orgasm. You let go of her clit with a small pop sound.

“Oh gods, please don’t stop!”

“Needy little pup. You’ll get there soon enough but I want you to cum around my cock so that you milk me for all you can.” You remove your trousers and smalls fast as you too were inpatient. Your cock is glistening with precum. With her still on the bed you walk forward and pull her legs around you, with a free hand you stroke your own cock and slide it up and down in her slick. You make sure to rub her clit with the tip, making her trash under you.

Before she can say anything to hurry you along, you slowly push into her. Her head falls back as you push all the way til your hips are meeting hers. You start rolling your hips into her.

“Look at me,” you commanded, “I want you to watch as I thrust into you.” You melt as she looks up at you and then down at where your bodies meet. Her moans start getting louder. You move a hand down to her front, circling her clit.

“That’s it. Be a good girl for me and cum. Take my seed.” A few more thrusts and she was coming undone under you. Her orgasm threw you into your own making you throw your head back with a low growl. You keep pumping till you knew for sure you were done and pull out.

“I can’t say it enough. Gods you’re beautiful. All full of my seed. Look at you, such a beautiful mess.” You scoot her back a bit on the bed and grab a pillow.

“Now we’re gunna put this under your hips. Gotta keep that in there.” You place the pillow under her hips and give her ass a playful smack. “You rest and I’m going to recharge with the potions and blood. I am not going tot to stop fucking you till the morning. You will walk out of here bearing my child if I can do anything to help it.”

You both smile at each other at the thought. To continue the attempts through the night. She will be so full of you. What a lovely and beautiful mess her cunt is going to be when you’re done with her.

#astarion #astarion x reader

[breedingvanja]

Mpreg birth story: The birth of my friend Andrew

Hello everyone, I have decided to tell you the story of when I attended a birth for the first time.

Months ago, as soon as I found out I was pregnant, I started attending a yoga class and there I met Andrew, a man in his thirties who was eight months pregnant. I immediately began to bond with Andrew, being in my first pregnancy I was seeking advice from anyone more experienced than me and Andrew was in his second pregnancy, the first pregnancy had been twins and the second a singleton. The instructor always made us do the exercises together and so we chatted a lot, I helped him with the positions and he did the same with me, I also massaged his feet several times after the workouts because he had very swollen feet. One day Andrew offered me to attend his birth so that I could prepare myself psychologically for when it was my turn, I obviously said yes because it was a good opportunity to see how things would go for me as well, and I said yes also because Andrew and I had become friends and I wanted to help him in such a delicate moment. On the day of labour Andrew phoned me, his voice was tired and aching, you could hear that he had just had a contraction, he said "hey man, come to my house, the baby is coming". In less than a quarter of an hour I was there, James, Andrew's husband opened the front door for me, he walked me to the bedroom where there were two doctors and Andrew, already naked and lying on his back, his belly was huge, he had long, wide and deep stretch marks running from the base of his abdomen to above his belly button, his belly button was protruding and large, the expression on his face was fatigued. Andrew was totally naked and I noticed that besides having a beginning of an erection, which is normal during labour, his anus was already quite dilated. The doctors said he was 6cm dilated, the sweat on Andrew's forehead let me know he was having a  contraction. This went on for a couple of hours, Andrew talked and smiled with all of us and joked that he was the only naked person in the room and that we were all staring at his belly and anus. At 5pm however Andrew went into full labour, he was fully dilated and the contractions were now every two minutes, they were very strong and Andrew was really exhausted, several times he tried to change position to be more comfortable and eventually he decided to go into all fours on the floor. In that position Andrew stayed for about half an hour until we finally started to see the head popping out, just at this moment Andrew decided to get into squat. James, his husband, held him from behind, by the arms, while the doctors and I stood in front and watched the progress of the delivery. Amidst grunts, screams and moans Andrew finally managed to bring out the head with a strong push, followed by a huge gush of amniotic fluid, shortly afterwards one of the doctors began to make some painful movements around his belly, those movements on his belly were so strong that Andrew cried out from contractions as well as from those, however they were effective because after about three or four pushes Andrew finally pushed the baby out. Needless to say, more amniotic fluid came out of his anus. After a few minutes I helped Andrew to lie down on the bed, he was really exhausted but the kilos he had gained in pregnancy were many so his belly had definitely deflated but he still looked four or five months pregnant, his belly button was no longer stretched out so much but still remained protruding. I told Andrew that it had been a wonderful experience and that I was happy to be there for him at such an important moment. Witnessing the birth was definitely a good experience but I hope I don't give birth to a baby like Andrew's... his belly was huge during the pregnancy and this was because at birth the baby weighed a whopping 4.7kg (10.3lbs)

#mpreg kink #mpreg #mpreg birth #mpregnancy #mpreg story

[sarahrogersevans]

Not Meant To Be- Chris Evans fan fic

Summary: Chris and reader try to get pregnant but when reader goes to her doctor one day she finds out she may not be able to have a child…

⚠️Warnings: mentions of depression and overthinking, mentions of anxiety. & mentions of pregnancy issues I’m sorry I know this might be a sensitive topic. this is a sad fic this one won’t have a happy ending I’m so sorry⚠️

So it started with Chris and I talking one day while going on a walk with dodger, everything in our relationship has been wonderful we’ve been together for three years and we were thinking of having kids.

I was walking hand in hand with Chris and said “you sure you’re ready for us to maybe starting a family Chris? I know your life right now has you busy and I don’t wanna disrupt that.”

Chris said “baby I wanna do this with you more than anything. I love you and if you’re ready so am I.”

I smiled at him and felt so happy and said “I love you too Chris I just wanted to be sure you’re good with this I don’t wanna pressure you with anything.”

Chris gently put his hand on my cheek and leaned in to kiss me and leaned his forehead by mine and said “does that answer you doll?”

I nodded and said “yea it does baby I’m glad you wanna have kids it’s been on my mind for a little while honestly.”

———a month later———

Chris and I started trying for having a child every so often and I went to the doctor to have an exam done and see if things had moved along at all because it had been a little while now and I was starting to worry.

After the nurse checked me in the doctor came in and said “hey Y/N how are we today?”

I hoped they couldn’t tell how anxious I was about this appointment. I said “oh I’m ok doc thanks how about you?”

The doctor said “I’m well thank you, so I see here that you came in because you��ve been trying to get pregnant that right?”

I nodded feeling shaky and said “yes that’s right but so far nothing is happening and it’s been weighing on me..”

The doctor got me checked out and did tests and then I went home waiting on the results anxiously feeling worried this might not happen.

With Chris away on a work trip I was kinda relieved he wasn’t around to see how stressed and worried I was.

I hear my phone buzz and it’s Chris trying to FaceTime call me.

I answer it saying “hey baby!” secretly feeling like I’m gonna have a panic attack.

Chris smiled at me and said “hey doll I’m sorry I’m not there with you right now to wait on the results, has the doctor called yet?”

I shook my head saying “not yet Chris I know we really wanna have this happen.”

He saw my guilty face and said “hey no it’s ok baby they’ll let us know but whatever happens I love you we’ll figure it out ok?”

Just hearing Chris say that made me feel really relieved and I smiled and said “I love you Chris and I know we will should I let you go or can you stay on for a bit?”

Chris said “no I can stay on with you for a bit how’s Dodger doing by the way I miss my buddy!”

I whistled to dodger and said “dodger hey boy come here daddy wants to say hey!”

Dodger came running up to me and I turned the camera to face dodger and Chris said “hey buddy it’s daddy are you behaving for Y/N?”

Dodger licked the screen he’s always such a smart boy he knows who it is.

I said “yes he’s being a good boy he’s keeping me company.”

Chris said “good boy dodge, hey baby I gotta go but let me know when the doctor calls or sees you next ok? I’ll be home in a few days I love you.”

I waved and said “bye baby I love you too.”

A few days later the doctor called leaving a voicemail asking me to go in to see them and oh gosh I was so nervous about it.

I got there and sat down and the doctor comes in and says “hey Y/N so unfortunately the tests showed that you are unable to have children I’m so sorry Y/N but you could keep trying or adopt possibly, I’ll give you a minute.”

I sat there feeling upset and felt frozen I couldn’t move and oh god what was I gonna tell Chris?

That night I got home and Chris was sitting on the couch and he looked up and noticed the state I was in and walked over carefully hugging me.

Chris said “did you just come from the doctors office honey?”

I nodded and looked at Chris and said “Baby.. I’m.. I’m sorry, we’re not able to have kids on our own..”

Chris looked really sad and shocked and hugged me and I cried and said “I’m so sorry Chris I’m so sorry.”

Chris cried rubbing my back and said “me too honey.. I’m sorry too.. but we’ll umm we’ll figure it out ok?”

I wanted to believe it I really did but right now I didn’t know how to feel. I guess it was not meant to be.

So this was another requested fic I just worked on I’m so so sorry i know it’s a sad one 😭 but it was a request. I changed it up a bit but I hope the person that requested it enjoys it and I hope it’s alright. xx 🤍

Next fic story I promise will be a happy one 💜

#chris evans #chris evans x fem! reader #chris evans angst #request #chris evans x reader #chris evans fan fic #requests #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans blurb #chris evans one shot

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 10 -- Preston Garvey

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 10 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don't interact.

Pregnancy Kink with Preston x F! Sole

I LOVE PRESTON SO DANG MUCH. Sorry, had to get that out of my system. But I really do, I love him. He's sweet, he's precious and he deserves happiness and love, and I just-- I love him.

I hope all you Preston lovers (and everyone else I suppose) enjoy! 😊

Here is the link to the Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Includes: Pregnancy kink, pregnant sex, romance, vaginal sex, love, body worship, self-esteem issues, kissing, gentle kissing all over, emotional hurt/comfort, breast play, creampie.

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“Preston?” Sole’s voice sounded muted, as if it were far away and not coming from just overtop him. 

“You good, baby? You’ve been doing this a lot lately…” 

He blinked at her, the uncertainty in her voice pulling him from his reverence of her glorious body. 

“Is there something… wron–”

He sat up before she could finish her question, a look between apology and distress etched upon his features. 

“What? Why do you keep looking at me like–” 

He pressed his lips to hers, his arms cradling the small of her back as he pulled her body close to him. Sole shifted over him where she straddled his thighs, her rounded stomach pressing to his firm one as he held her tightly in his arms. 

“Sorry, babe.” He whispered, just barely pulling away, “I don’t mean to stop us when we’re– well, in the middle of things,” He chuckled a bit, “But I just…” 

Sole’s eyes narrowed as Preston looked away shyly. 

“I just… can’t get enough of you like this. I could look at you all day long.” 

Her brows scrunched briefly, but he dashed the confusion away with a brush of his palm over her swollen abdomen. 

“I mean, I could never get enough of you. Before, and everything, too. But… I just can’t get over how incredible you are.” 

“Preston.” She shook her head, lips tutting and eyes closing as if to shut out his praise. 

“What? Do I need to tell you again, babe?” 

She bit her lip.

Is it selfish to say that I do? 

Sole wished she could love herself the way Preston seemed to. Wished she could look at her body with the same… wonderment. It was difficult though. With the fatigue, the feeling of being so heavy, so weighed down, so awkward, the feeling of taking up so much more space than she was used to, how could she appreciate any of it?  

“I guess so, huh?” 

Her eyes apologized so her voice wouldn’t have to, but Preston was having none of it. Verbal or otherwise. 

“Good.” He grinned. “I’m always more than happy to.” 

His hands gripped her hips, keeping Sole in place on his lap as he sat up against the pillows of the bed. One hand stayed firmly at her hip, steadying her, as the other touched her chin, bringing her lips to meet his. 

“You are incredible, Sole. Everything about you… About you right now…” He breathed between fevered kisses, and she felt her body already heating up at his praise. 

Damn pregnancy hormones. 

She groaned into his sweet kisses, pushing her tongue forward to tangle with his. 

She wasn’t sure how much of it would sink in, how much she could let herself believe, even when she knew this was a mountain her husband would die on. He may think she’s glorious and angelic and perfect, but still, when she looked at herself, when she remembered what it was like after she had Shaun, she couldn't help but grimace. 

Her late husband/wife had hardly touched her after that, and maybe it’s because they’d both been tired, maybe it was because they didn’t have the time, maybe it was too soon after Shaun was born. Between his birth and the end of the world… maybe it just wasn’t a priority. No matter what it was though, she couldn’t shake the feeling of disgust she’d had for herself, the feeling of inadequacy. Even if her spouse’s face had looked at her with nothing of the sort, she always thought she saw a hint of revulsion at the later stages of pregnancy, and after Shaun’s birth. 

Preston was different. He was so different it damn near gave her whiplash. 

Even now, the minuteman couldn’t take his hands off her, his lips, his eyes. He couldn’t get enough; and her body, whether she thought it was attractive or worthy of it or not, was loving his frequent attentions. 

“You’re like some goddess.” He whispered, and gently kissed her neck, hands moving to her back to pull at the clasp of her bra. “Some impossible angel that was sent here just for me.” 

She held out her arms, letting him pull the garment from her and closed her eyes against the feel of his lips trailing over her collarbone. 

“And… That may sound selfish, but… It’s just how I feel.” 

Sole sucked in a breath, her body tensing as his hands gently moved to caress her enlarged breasts, swollen and sore as her body prepared to feed their growing baby. 

“I just hope I can always love you the way you deserve to be loved.” He mouthed over a breast, his breath hot and soothing over her skin. 

“You’ve given me so much.” He kissed her breast, and Sole brought her hands to his head, stroking her fingers through his short, curly hair. 

“You’ve given me everything. Everything I could have asked for, everything I’ve ever dared to hope for, and so, so much more.” 

She sighed as Preston massaged over her sore chest, the feeling of his hands relieving that dull ache that had been nagging her all day, just as his soothing voice smoothed over and dulled the angry teeth inside her mind that were relentlessly gnawing away at her self-esteem. 

“You’ve been my family since the moment we were together.” His lips moved to her other breast, ravishing it in the same way he did the first, and making Sole gasp all over again at the sensation. “And now you’ve given me more, but…” 

He paused to moan against her as her fingernails dragged through his hair. She felt his fingers tighten around her waist. 

“But god, this is gonna sound so greedy.” 

“Tell me.” She whispered, her voice hoarse. 

“You make me want even more, babe.” He lifted his head, the feel of his warm lips leaving her chest as they pressed instead to her lips. 

“I want more of you.” Preston kissed her again, aggressive in the way he kneaded against her, but still soft and gentle enough to leave her wanting, just as he did. 

“I want more of this.” His hands squeezed her breasts, and Sole gasped into his mouth. 

“And this.” One hand fell to her stomach, rubbing over her largeness with all the care and wonder of a first-time father. 

“And when the baby’s here, I want to be there for everything.” He reached down between their bodies until his fingers grazed over her lower lips, grinning into her as he felt the slickness there. “All of it. The crying and the changing, the tantrums and the weird sleep schedule.” 

Preston stroked over her, dragging her wetness to that nub nestled within her folds and circling it slowly, until he felt her hips begin to jerk forwards to meet him. 

“And I want to be there for you.” He breathed, his own arousal evident in the way his voice deepened, in the way his erection strained against the fabric of his sweats. “Anything you need. Everything you need, I want to be it. Because you deserve it.” 

Sole opened her eyes, and her hands moved to the hem of his pants, her fingers trembling as she asked without words for him to help her. Preston obliged, pulling back and helping her rise off his lap so he could pull the sweats all the way down. 

“And when we’re settled, when we’ve got the hang of it, when our baby is crawling and babbling,” His hands helped guide her down to him, his aching cock pulsing against his stomach, yearning to be seated inside her. Preston grabbed hold of his length with one hand, aiming it up at her entrance.  

“When I can be with you like this again.” He said, and Sole eased down on top of him, gritting her teeth as his girth spread her, before sighing in relief as he finally buried his length fully inside. 

Preston paused his speech, groaning at the feel of her tight heat gripping around him, molding around him. 

How many times we’ve been together, and still, it always feels like the first. 

They had similar thoughts, as Sole stilled on top of him, letting her body adjust to his thickness. 

His hands rubbed large circles over her hips, soothing her as the discomfort eased, and she began to move. Preston helped her lift up and down on his cock shallowly, relenting easily to the pace she set as she moved over him. 

“God, when I can be with you like this again, after…” 

“Mmhm.” Sole encouraged, eyes falling shut in bliss as she rode him, as she felt the delicious drag of him against her slick, sensitive walls.

“I want to do this to you again.” 

Her eyes blinked open to look at him, but Preston’s forehead was pressed to her chest as he began to pulse his hips to meet her downward thrusts. 

“W-what are you saying, babe?” She stammered between breaths. 

“I want to see you like this again. And–” He grunted, and she felt him throb inside her at the mere thought of it, “And again. I want to have a big family with you. I want to be with you, this way. I want to do the work, I want to care for our kids, t-to love them, nurture them, want to love you, and I want to see you like this, over and o-over.” 

His hips stuttered, but he didn’t spill in her, not yet. 

Sole’s eyes were wide. Unshed tears collecting in her bright depths at the sound of his words. 

She’d… She’d wanted the same thing. So long ago, with her spouse before, but… But they hadn’t. Instead, they’d made a compromise. She’d thought Shaun would be it. She thought she’d screwed it up, that she’d never get the chance again, and even when she found out she was pregnant this time around, she’d been so scared to tell him, even knowing that this was what he wanted. But now? Now it wasn’t just words. He wanted it all. Not just the sex, not just her body this way, no, he wanted the family, the work, the difficulties and the responsibility and the love. He wanted it all, and god, she was gonna give it to him. 

Preston’s fingers returned to her clit, rubbing quick circles over her as though she wasn’t already about to burst.

And she did. 

Sole’s hips stuttered as she came crashing down on him, cursing her heavy weight as she felt him gasp beneath her. But Preston couldn’t get enough, and the sound of her cry, the clench of her walls around him, the feel of her hands as they grasped his back and pulled him close as she could with her rounded belly, it was all enough. He groaned as he hilted himself inside her, holding her hips flush to his as he thrust up into her, emptying his seed as deep inside as he could manage, as if he could get her pregnant again at this very moment. 

Preston’s hips rolled as he held her to him, spurting the last bit of his release inside as he rode out the remainder of his orgasm. Sole helped him through it, her body relaxed and yielding around him as she settled into her own contented fog. 

Finally, Preston gave one final pulse, and released one last groan, before he let himself relax, pulling her body with him as he rested back against the pillows and the headboard of their bed. 

Sole panted against him, her whole body rising and falling with each heavy breath, and Preston craned his neck forward to press a kiss to her cheek. 

“I love you so much, Sole.” His hands loosened their grip on her hips, one opting to rub against her back as the other came up to her face to stroke over her soft cheek, a little chubby with the extra baby weight. He grinned at her as tears filled his eyes. 

“You’re incredible, honey. And you’re so beautiful.” He almost choked out the words as his throat tightened with emotion, his eyebrows creased together as he willed her to believe all that he said; and this time, as Sole looked down at her body over his, as she imagined what it would be like in a couple of years, when she would be in this position again, as she imagined him, still in utter awe of her… She really did start to believe it for herself.

#fallout #fallout companions #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fo4 #fo4 companions #preston garvey #fo4 preston #preston #sole #sole survivor #pregnant sole survivor #preston x sole #f!sole #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #dwd.nsfw

[justageneralsimpindeed]

Dabi with s/o whos plus size

Tw:Smut,Oral sex,spitting kink ,temperature play,face sitting,A LOT OF NSFW.

SFW

Dabi wasnt exactly the romantic type as he was so fixated on revenge.

HOWEVER

Due to your size, you get hate: villians,civilians, heroes you name it

I think what drew him in is how sweet of a person you can be but everyone looks at how much you weigh rather then personality.

You were being ridiculed by a pair of heroes after they saved you from a villian.

But they just wanted the torment for themselves.

So Dabi on sight killed them.

He was about to kill you but saw you huddled up in a corner and thought

More evidence to fuck heroes over

oh boy the amount of issues he gor after he took you in.kinda kidnapped

You were a crybaby ,that pissed of Shigaraki

Twice was very supportive and then unyieldingly honest

Toga kept squeezing you face and trying to stab you

Muscular wasn't polite either

And others didn't really notice you other than another person

Big sis mag was very supportive,she knows what it is to be discriminated by most of society.

Dabi started to fall for you every time you would show intrest in his quirk and comment and feed his ego about it.

He fell even harder when he started getting burned but instead of telling him to stop using his quirk like a certain someone

You tell him to take it easy.Put ice packs on his new burns to try to ease the burning .

He finds it adorable because Dabis whole nervous system was wrecked after the incident so he cant feel pain but you dont even know.

You confess to him after the war this time actually scolding him infront of everyone .

He asks why you care and you spill the beans.

Takes him a few before he kisses you and returns his feelings.

Isnt exactly high on PDA but he wants attention give it to someone else and he will take it back.

In other words:

Dabi:Y/N do you like cats?

Y/N: nods

Dabi:....

Slyly pushes cup of table

Hes not fancy not just because hes famous now but he prefers being alone with just you cuddling,probably going on a movie madathon,playing games and just teasing the hell out of you how easily you get flustered when he warms you up with his quirk.

If you can get pregnant and you consent,he will probably rock up to the battlefield baby in hand saying how hes more lovable because his child loves him and wasnt born out of a quirk marriage.

Calls you little mouse beacause of how chubby your cheeks are yagami yato listeners

⚠️NSFW⚠️

Hes gentle at first.

But choke me like you hate me is his motto

And he is BIG, a good 7-8 inches when hard

And he goes hard.

Hes not stopping either until he goes past his limit because aint no way your begging him to stop because you dont wanna do it anymore

That is how addicting it is

When you sit on his face your insecure about not just sex in general but crushing him.

He tells you to sit on him like a fucking chair.Starts humping the air ,from how good your hole is around his tounge.

69.

Mirror sex and tells you how beautiful you are but also slightly degrading by calling you a slut and spitting in your mouth.

I stand by TO MY GRAVE hes possessive, and he burns marks into his skin not enough to scar but enough to tell people to swipe left cause your ass is his.

Buys purposely too small shirts just so he can admire you without you having to be naked.

Doggy style,missionary,cowgirl there is no end hes still trying to find a favourite because hes still experimenting.

He is either very quiet or way too loud.

Either way they're really raspy.

Bondage.

Smack you with his belt when you misbehave.

Fucks you in his coat so he can see the cum stains the next morning on the inside.

Slight breeding kink

Will not come inside you if you ask but you might have to stick to condoms for that one

Sex pretty much everywhere except the bed.

You have go to the bedroom to get pounded on the floor.If you use the bed you would have to get a new one the next day

Daddy issues really plays well into Daddy kink

He loves the way how he pushes you legs back and how stomach folds despite the fact your insecure.

Will suck your insecurities away through your nipples man,woman,non binary, doesnt matter .

you got em he suck em.

Hair pulling,most definitely

Same with overstim

Has let you been the dom before he now sees being a switch in a more positive way.

Drops things in cramped place so when you try get it you get stuck.

Just like his di-

"Come on little mouse~"Dabi groans from beneath you,fingers needing at the flesh of your thighs "Give daddy some sugar~"He stares up at you slowly lapping at your hole causing you back to arch "But I-"A sharp smack to your ass has you flinching and yet the pain makes you shamelessly moan."When i mean sit on my face,I dont mean 10% so sit the fuck down,sit like a fucking chair.Dont ask if I can breath."his hands start to burn into your hips as he forces you down, leaving red marks as he goes back to your thighs,wrapping them tighter around his head. Now be a good slut and do what Daddy taught you right"

#dabi #dabi x reader #dabi smut #dabi fluff #dabi x you #toga #twice #shigaraki #touya todoroki #mha touya #mha #toya todoroki #shigaraki mha #shigaraki tomura #mha toga #mha twice #mha dabi

[is-the-rat-vid-cute]

Hi there love the blog, it's very informative and I appreciate ppl spreading the good word on rats and their care.

I do have a question though. A few days ago I checked on my boys because they were itching and noticed that they have mites in their fur... I'm currently behind on my rent and I can't afford to take them to the vet for awhile. (The last time I had to bring one to the vet it costed me a fortune, im sadly not in a good place right now). Is there anything I can do to treat them or at least alleviate the itching?? I've read that oil can smother the mites but I don't want to do anything like that without more information. Thank you!

Thank you for the ask!

I have some good news for you: external parasites are often easy to treat at home. If you’re able to see the parasites, it’s more likely that you’re dealing with lice and not mites, since mites are invisible to the naked eye. However, the treatment for them is the same.

First you’ll want to get some 1.87% ivermectin paste. This is a dewormer that is meant for horses, but in very small doses is safe for other animals as well. You should give each rat (even if they aren’t showing symptoms) a tiny bit of this on a cracker, or mixed with baby food or apple sauce. If your rat weighs less than 1 lb (or about less than 450 grams), give an amount that’s half the size of a grain of rice. If your rat weighs more than 1 lb (or about 450+ grams), give them an amount that’s about the size of a grain of rice. Dosing meds like this by yourself can be scary at first, but this website has some good info on how it works as well as scientific references at the bottom if you’d like to read further. It’s a pretty safe medication, just don’t use it with pregnant or lactating rats, or baby rats.

You’ll want to repeat this treatment once a week, for three weeks. Additionally, you’ll need to deep-clean the entire cage on the same day as you dose the ivermectin, and again during each dose afterwards. This means taking everything out, scrubbing it down, washing hammocks in hot water, etc. You can freeze things that are hard to deep clean (like wood toys) to kill any potential parasites on them. You’ll also want to freeze whatever bag of bedding you recently started using, as well as any new toys, since mites or fleas can often come in on new bedding or toys.

Deep cleaning and dosing everyone with ivermectin once a week for 3 weeks usually will clear up external parasite issues like mites or lice. If you’ve gone the full 3 weeks of treatment and they’re still having issues, that’s when I’d say consulting a vet is necessary.

Let me know if you have any questions, I hope this helped!

#not ratings #asks #parasites #informational posts #health #mites #lice

[vergess]

Hi! I just saw your tags about needing 2500 calories and I am really really relieved by that! However, I've tried to look it up and "good sources" are telling me I should only be eating 1800 or less :( I'd really like to know where you got this information so I can have something to say to fatphobic doctors and the like. Sorry if you've answered this before

The absolute, complete lowest total energy expenditure (amount of energy used to stay alive, awake, and modestly active) that has been calculated for an adult using actual experimental measurement and not self reported food intake, is ~1500 kCalories for very small non-pregnant non-lactating women from developing nations.

Image: A figure comparing Total Energy Expended in a day, measured in megajoules, against body weight, measured in kilograms. It has been edited with a green box capturing most of the tested population, from TEE of 7-19MJ, and body weight of 40-110KG. Most of the data points collected fall with in that box. 2 fall below it, and several dozen fall above it. A red horizontal line marks the approximate point of 2500 calories per day. Approximately twice as many people tested have TEE above that line as have TEE below it.

1MJ=~238,000 calories. The US actually uses kilocalories and just calls them "calories" which is a habit more countries have adopted over time.

So, 1MJ=~238 US Calories.

That means, in terms of study, the absolute lowest we have ever found an adult human's minimum food intake requirements to achieve parity is for an extremely outlying young woman under 25 from a developing nation who had a TEE of around 1500 calories.

That is the RECORD HOLDING lowest number we've measured.

And 1500 calories, the world record, is still more than many people consider a reasonable daily intake because dieting culture over the last century has completely poisoned the popular consciousness.

The average for the group with the lowest overall TEE, women under 25 in the developing world, was 2100 calories per day. For a group that contains the people with the lowest possible adult metabolism, 2100 is the reasonable minimum. And it is more than the US federal government's suggested 2000 calories.

If you want to capture "most" people in your caloric suggestion range, you would need to go from 7MJ to 19MJ of TEE per day, which captures everyone from young women in the developing world to a significant portion of athletes.

As you can see using the green box in the image as a reference point, that actually still leaves a lot more people with higher needs out, with almost no one falling below that 2100 calorie point.

That's 2100 calories at the low end, and 4500 calories at the high end. So, really, by saying "minimum of 2500" I am cutting out a lot of people.

In fact, any dot above the red line in that image is someone whose MINIMUM INTAKE must be MORE than 2500 calories per day for them to provide the fuel used by their body for staying awake.

As you can see, that's far more than half of the people tested.

Even when using self reported food intake, the actual ranges people report tended to be around 2400 calories per day, give or take. And people tend to dramatically under-report their food intake. There is a lot of social pressure to describe yourself as eating less than you do, on top of humans general difficulty precisely estimating how much their food weighs, etc.

The popular 2000 calories number was basically rounded down from 2400-ish. For no reason other than the US feds thought it would sound better.

Anything that goes even further below that ranges well into starvation territory.

Unfortunately, it is unbelievably difficult to find studies where people's actual energy expenditure is measured rather than guessed, and that leads to a lot of "studies" than presume 2000 is the average TEE and go from there.

#For me to hit an average caloric intake for my weight #I would need to eat over 3100 calories a day #And like listen I physically cannot stuff that much food into my body #Because I have a lot of digestive problems due to #you guessed it #long term malnutrition and extremely disordered eating!!!!!!!! #Yesterday I literally ate until I physically could not anymore #I 'binged' to the point of vomitting due ot overfullness #Wanna guess how many calories that ended up being? #2600

[kicksomebuttmama]

75 Hard (okay, more like medium-well)

So, I'm freshly postpartum (nine months is still fresh, right?), and I've just ordered a bunch of clothes that fit my right-now body because I've given up on the idea of losing weight before I go back to work as a teacher in the fall. I'm breastfeeding six or so times a day, can't imagine putting on anything but a lounge bra at this point, and know for a fact I won't be counting calories anytime soon, if ever again. We're down to one feeding per night, but there's still no such thing as a stretch of sleep longer than six hours (and those are real hard to come by). I dropped my scale off at a thrift store when we moved into a new apartment a few weeks ago, for goodness sake. All of this to say, I went to bed last night fully intending to embrace my body as it is, enjoy my new clothes, go for stroller walks with my little one, and focus on getting unpacked in this new place.

...then I found growwithjo on YouTube this morning and had so much freaking fun doing her Do This Every Morning 20 min (low impact) full-body workout that I am JUICED. Y'all, I'm jumping straight into 75 Hard. Screw all my plans to settle into discomfort and continue to feel meh about my body. I'm starting today. 75 days from now is July 31. That means we're having a... Hot Mama Summah. Here we go!

A couple things about me, I've dealt with disordered eating, obsessive calorie counting, and major shame about food in the past. One incredible thing that came with getting pregnant last year (actually it was 2022, which is insane!) was an almost immediate shift in my mindset about food and my ability to enjoy food without guilt. As soon as I knew I was eating for two, a switch flipped and those 32 years of food shame just went away. Knowing that my body, the body I've lived in and, at some points, truly despised, my whole life, was creating a little human?? Dang, that changed me. I'll dive deeper into that another time, but I'm including it here to explain that I won't be counting calories during this adventure. I'm nine months into breastfeeding and know my body needs extra calories to feed my girl, so I'm going to continue to eat until I'm full and enjoy my sweet treats. I also won't be weighing myself due to the aforementioned thrift store drop off as well as an obsession with numbers and addiction to weighing myself before and after every workout when I'm deep in weight loss mode. I will share that the last time I checked, I hadn't lost any weight since an initial ten pounds the day my baby was born in August 2023, and at that point I was at 235. I'm 5'2.5" and carry my weight in my chest and belly right now. Perhaps I'll have a doctor's appointment in a couple months and be able to give an update using their scale. We'll see!

Let's dive into 75 Hard. If you've been around the internet in the last few years, you might have heard of this mental discipline challenge created by Andy Frisella. For 75 days, you must: drink a gallon of water, do two 45-minute workouts (one must be outside), follow a diet plan of your choosing with no cheat days, don't consume alcohol, read 10 pages of a self help or educational book, and take a daily progress picture. As I've made clear, I have a nine-month-old, so I'm not going to do every element, but I'm not quite doing a "soft" version, in my opinion.

Mama Cat's 75 Medium-Well Plan:

Eat 2 fruits and 2 veggies

Drink a gallon of water

Do a 20-minute workout and at least 45 minutes of walking (can be split into multiple walks based on what baby will tolerate)

No alcohol

Take a daily progress pic

As you can see, I'm skipping the reading and shortening one workout to 20 minutes. I am a big reader, but it isn't something I've gravitated toward for relaxation in motherhood, and I honestly don't want to use up what little time I have during naps to read when I could be completing all my NYT word puzzles (and updating this blog)!I'll make another post later wrapping up Day One with a list of what I ate and how I moved my body. I'll try to update daily but might do a few days' worth of posts at a time if taking time to write it all out gets tough. So far, I've already done my workout video, 45-minute walk, eaten two fruits, and enjoyed an hour of snuggles while baby girl contact napped. I've also nursed three times, and I'll never stop feeling proud and impressed by that, so I'm going to celebrate it daily! I have a lot to say about my breastfeeding journey and look forward to making a post about it eventually.

Wish me luck. Let's hope this motivation high lasts and I don't give it all up tomorrow!

#75hard #75soft #75medium #fitblr #momblog #fitness #weightloss #health & fitness #nutrition #sahm

[mayhemandtrouble]

Good Memories, Chapter 31 of Not Giving Up

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While a wedding celebration might usually continue well into the night, sometimes into morning, Rey and Ben made their polite excuses not long after sundown. Ben considered taking Rey up on her offer when she suggested he stay with the others, after all she was the one who actually wanted to go ahead and curl up. 

It might be good to spend time with her friends on a day wherein they were inclined to be more favorable. Then again, he’d been on his very best behavior all day. Which was why Rey found herself laughing, smacking his shoulder lightly as Ben scooped her up just outside their door.

“Ben, I’m heavy! You’ll drop me!” With her arms tight around his frame, Rey buried her head into his shoulder. He was absolutely horrible, there was no predicting him and she couldn’t stand how he made her laugh with just a cocky grin.

“Phft. If you ever weigh more than I can carry, I’ll just get stronger.” Or just employ the Force, but it was far more fun this way. He brought Rey directly to the bed, laying her out gently as one does a priceless treasure before he started peeling each layer off her pregnant frame.

“I swear, it’s like you think I can’t take care of myself anymore.” Rey grumbled even as she turned to give Ben easier access to the various clasps as he moved through the process.

“Hardly. Enjoy it now.” 

A rumbling laugh from behind sent a soft thrill racing through her, with Rey glancing over her shoulder just in time to catch the predatory look in his brown eyes. Ben had been behaving so sweet lately that she’d nearly forgotten how he could make her feel like a helpless creature, about to be devoured in all the best ways.

“Once the twins are here - and you’re recovered - I’m going to remind you why getting involved with me was the worst mistake of your life.” Ben let his teeth graze slowly along the line of her shoulder. The way she shivered was intoxicating, already looking forward to when Leia would take the twins for a night.

“You’re cruel.” She exhaled, feeling his fingers unsnap the bra. Collapsing back against the bed, Rey rolled onto her side, using her fingers to massage her swollen breasts.

“Says my new wife as she fondles herself.” Ben snorted, giving her ass a playful nip on the cheek. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the view, especially in the context of pulling down her panties. Rey had acquired a habit of sleeping nude lately and he wasn’t planning to discourage her.

“Feels better when you do it.” Rey grumbled slightly before burying herself under the covers. 

“I’d offer, but the last time I tried you said I got carried away.” He winked playfully, putting up each garment in turn. Ignoring her muttered accusations with a quiet smile on his face. Whatever he’d like to be doing with her carnally, Ben couldn’t help but feel an unaccustomed bliss. They’d married. Rey was his wife. In very short order, he’d have two infants to care for. Ben Solo had a family again.

While her new husband seemed to drift off in surprisingly short order, Rey found herself struggling to sleep. Before meeting Ben, she’d felt little in the way of sexual attraction. People were pretty, or pleasant to look at, and some more so than others. What needs she had were easily taken care of with her own hand for the most part.

Things were… decidedly different now. 

He was typically the aggressor when it came to their trysts. Perhaps his drive was higher, perhaps it was because he had been so bent on seducing her into Darkness. Rey didn’t know and she honestly didn’t care - it suited her well save that she got used to a certain level of attention.

Now, under the blankets, her hips wiggled in the darkness. She could roll over and whine at Ben. He’d probably enjoy it, preen over her needing him, and then attend to her thoroughly. Only the idea of actually doing it, especially waking him up just to whimper at him, was entirely too humiliating to genuinely consider. He would never let her live it down.

Her fingertips gently probed between her folds, teeth catching her bottom lip to smother

 a faint groan. Imagining Ben’s teeth nipping up her thighs, how he cradled her face in his hands, soft kisses to contrast against the vicious tracks he left with his nails. 

Rey bit lightly on the tip of her own tongue, feeling the warmth starting to pool between her thighs. There it was. She just needed to take the edge off, then she would be able to sleep.

“This brings back memories.” 

Ben moved too suddenly for her to respond, curling up behind her as he wrapped a strong arm around her hips. Catching her wrist in an unforgiving grasp and preventing her from pulling away in false modesty. 

 He’d felt her stirring beside him. He always knew when Rey moved in the bed. A troubled sleeper with an overprotective streak and horrific nightmares, he needed to know that she was safe. It was delightful to hear her breathing grow quick, and feel the telltale little wiggles of her frame next to him.

“I… had an itch.”

“Mmm, I can see that.” 

She struggled to contain a slow groan, feeling his teeth catch and drag along his earlobe. Her fingers were damp and her clit was still aching, all the while he nuzzled into her from behind languidly.

“Thinking of me?”

The asshole nearly purred into her ear. It was a struggle not to roll over and bite his damned nose off.

“Don’t start. We are not flirting right now.” She hissed, trying to jerk her hand back only to find Ben wasn’t letting up in the slightest.

“No? So you don’t want to finish, not even a little?” There were no words for how much he loved this woman, how her body tensed in frustrated arousal. He could feel her thighs shift, trying to rub together and Ben quickly wrapped both of his long legs around her own - wedging one of his thighs between hers. Close enough to torment, not enough to grind against.

“Ben, I hate you so much.” Rey shut her eyes though a smile played at her lips in the darkness.

“I love you so much.” He kissed the edge of her ear innocently. “I’ll let go if you tell me who you were thinking about.”

“You!” His wife groaned in defeat, cheeks turning scarlet with the admission and she tried to bury her head into the soft pillows. Behind her, pressed firmly against her backside, Rey could feel his own heat rising.

“Continue.” Ben savored it as one does a fine wine, releasing her wrist and nipping a gentle line from her ear along her throat. Their first encounter hadn’t been too different from this. Only he hadn’t been able to touch her, had to guess what she would taste like. This time, he could feel her warmth. “Or do you want me to do it?”

His wretched teasing was horrible. But the worst was that the answer was yes. Groaning in frustration, Rey shifted her hips, feeling the press of his dick against her rear. 

“Mmhmm.”

Her answer was soft, but clear. Idylly, he wondered if he would ever break Rey of her shy modesty, at least when it came to these sorts of things. A part of him hoped not - it would be interesting to see her bolder to be sure, but there was such a sweetness to it that he never tired of sullying.

“You could have just asked to start with.” Ben bit her shoulder in teasing reproach at the same time as his hand took over. Stroking between her folds gently with calloused fingertips, assessing her arousal with the same diligence as a lightsaber duel.

“You… were… asleep…” Soft mewls of words, Rey’s hands fisting into the blankets. She could feel his breath on her skin, the warmth of his body along her own. Comforting, even when he was at the heights of his sadism. He was there. Not her enemy, a galaxy away but there and tending to her need.

“And my dear wife didn’t want to wake me.”

His laughter was a rumble that filled the bedroom though she only had a moment to savor it before he pressed down against her clit, making her yelp. 

“I keep telling you to take advantage of being spoiled now.” Ben smirked into the back of her shoulder, slowly stroking along the bud of nerves. He wouldn’t push her tonight, all things considered - He finally had a toy he wasn’t willing to destroy, not truly. Instead, he teased her mentally. Whispering into her ear as he thrust two fingers deep within her soaked channel. “I’m going to utterly ruin you later.”

“Ben…” His answer was a whispered pant, her frame squirming in his arms. How did he manage to make being sweet to her twisted? Rey’s lips parted with her breathy moans, gasping when his fingers curled just right within. Stroking exactly where she wanted him to, without making her beg all the while whispering sadistic promises in her ear.

“Would you like that? Being ruined, wrists tied together behind you while I raise welts along your perfect ass?” 

Such playful, loving nips of his teeth along her skin. Sending shivers down her spine as Rey pictured it, her heat rising, body clenching around his digits.

“I could bend you over the bed, the counter… my knee…” Ben let the tip of his tongue trace the line of her neck. Each hungry cry Rey issued made his cock throb. The patience he’d struggled with at the start now served him well, knowing exactly how many heartbeats it would be until her cunt soaked his fingers. That she would be as eager for the temptations he was presenting as he was. An ending made sweeter for the spoilers.

 “Ben… I want you.” Rey whined, her back arching, fists clutching at the sheets as she panted through her first release. It was good, wonderful but…

“Who am I to deny my bride?” 

There was a smugness to his voice that grated on her nerves, knowing that she had been right. Ben was never going to let her live this down, the night he’d caught her touching herself to avoid admitting she was needy for him. It would be worth scolding him, if he weren’t already gently lifting her thigh to ease her heat.

“There… there… Ben…”

Even without overt begging, there was a pleading to her voice that lit a fire within Ben’s blood. Rocking his hips forward, he began to press within. Gentle strokes weren’t their usual rhythm, though there was a beautiful torture to how he took his time. Forcing her body to wait, both empty and full as Ben worked his way in slowly.

“There you are, that’s what you needed isn’t it? My pretty Flower doesn’t like to be empty, does she?” He pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck, resisting the urge to bite down hard enough to leave a mark. Soon enough. Instead, Ben focused his energy on the slow thrusts, gradually building speed as her breathing increased in desperation.

“Ben!” Rey was grateful for the cover of darkness and, though they were alone in the bedroom, she was increasingly bashful as his words grew bolder. Remembering the night he’d first begun coaxing her wicked fantasies from her and giving her ever darker, new ones.

“It’s all right… I’m going to keep you full. So full, Rey. Keep you full and panting, you’ll be carrying again within a year.” He groaned into her ear, his hand sliding down her hip, pulling her back against him. That thought alone was unexpectedly exciting, unrealistic but thrilling all the same. Keeping her full of him, making it so obvious who she belonged to. 

“Yes…”

A faint hiss, so barely there Ben might have mistaken it had he not felt the surge of mutual arousal swell between their bodies. Her walls clenching down, hips bucking wildly within his grasp while their thighs were painted with her nectars. Giving into the pleasure, Ben let himself fall off the cliff, clutching as tightly to her as he dared while his seed spilled deeply within his most beloved.

Recovering in his arms was like being wrapped in warm clouds. His length would soften slowly within as Ben’s arms wrapped closely around her, keeping Rey safe and warm. Giving her his arm to use as a pillow while he lavished her skin with kisses. A tenderness made all the better for the contrasting sharpness of their lovemaking.

“I love you, Ben Solo.” Humming softly in delight, Rey snuggled backwards and as deeply into his embrace as she was able to.

“I love you, Rey Solo.” His smile growing for the pleasure he could feel thrumming out of her at her newly minted name. It was utterly pathetic how stereotypical they were, in delight over such inconsequential little things. Yet here they both were, with himself just as pleased as she was.

Rey fully savored the moment, the faint sound of night birds and insects from the lakeside like a melody playing in time to their own breathing. How the warmth of his body surrounded her own like a blanket. Ben had commented that he never expected himself to marry, not once he’d fallen to Darkness. Rey had never really expected herself to marry at all, just as she had never expected to travel past Jakku or live in a palace on Naboo. Her lips curved into a slow smile, so very grateful she had never given up on him.

It was a nightmare that woke Ben. The sort that used to leave him drenched in sweat as a teen, only this time it was Rey’s face he saw screaming. He jerked into a sitting position, one hand bracing himself on the headboard while he leaned over her. Using his other hand to frantically reach out, searching for both her life and the children within.

She was still asleep, thank goodness for that. All three of them were well. It was a given that they would both struggle with where they stood in regards to Light and Dark, but Rey was, quite literally, carrying enough at the moment. She didn’t need to know about the specifics right now.

He slipped from the bed, running both of his hands through his dark curly hair. Morning would be here soon, Rey would wake up and want caf. He’d have to placate her with a fragrant tea. Once the twins had arrived, he swore the woman was going to drink an entire makerfull of the stuff herself.

Stepping outside, he exhaled in the chilly morning air. There was a faint mist above the lake’s water. Barefoot and bare chested, the cold air was refreshingly bracing physically though Ben still felt uneasy. He hadn’t expected it to be easy to walk towards the Light again, but the pull of the Darkness was all the more exhausting for having failed before. Falling into a chair, Ben braced his head on his palm and allowed himself to examine his distorted reflection on the top of a nearby table.

He barely recognized the face looking back at him, and it wasn’t the rosy-pink tone that the table surface added. The dark circles under his eyes were worse than he remembered, and he supposed they would only get worse in the coming weeks. Exhaling slowly, Ben closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

“I can’t be a Father.” Ben muttered darkly to himself, contemplating the many ways he could fail at this and ruin everyone’s lives. Maybe falling twice would finally end the pull of the Light so that he could just be numb, ending the pain. Contemplating the new and exciting ways he could disappoint his loved ones was a hobby Ben hadn’t expected to pick back up.

“Bit late for that, kid.”

Ben shot upright, leaning forward with his brown eyes snapping open. Across from the table, sitting comfortably in a chair with a soft smile, was the grey haired figure of Father. Both of Ben’s large palms rubbed rapidly across his eyes, trying to clear them of what was clearly some kind of mirage. But when he opened them again, blinking rapidly to refocus, Han Solo was still there.

“Look, no one is ready for Fatherhood, Ben.” Chuckling quietly, Han leaned forward with a soft twinkle in his eyes. The man was dressed exactly as he had been then, that night on Starkiller base. But Han was whole, and not the varying blues of a Force ghost. This was something different.

Perhaps Ben had finally lost his damn mind.

“Right.” Leaning back slowly, Ben stared openly at the image of his dead Father.

“You’ve got a good start. You got her somewhere safe, the wedding was beautiful. Focus on one thing at a time.”

Ben slowly rubbed his hands over his mouth and chin as though he could hide his shock. Father’s tone was warm, conversational and loving. Like when Ben was a boy and Han was teaching him to fly, with Ben’s small hand covered by Han’s on the controls, Chewie murmuring in approval from the background.

“I’m not concerned about when they are young.” He finally spoke, lowering his hands and looking down to the palms. The callouses weren’t earned in glory, overthrowing Darkness or even building ships like Han’s father. Destruction was where the bulk of Ben’s achievements lay.

“Mmm.” Han paused, seeming lost in his own thoughts for a long moment. Then leaned forward with a bittersweet smile. “It’ll be hard when they start to go out on their own, where things happen that you blame yourself for. You’ll wish you could take their place, take the pain on for them.”

“What do you do when that happens?” Ben stared at his hands, unable to look up. If it was truly Father or a product of his own mental breakdown, Ben didn’t know. He just knew that if he looked up and met Father’s eye right now, he would collapse under the pain of it all.

“You try. You keep trying, you never give up. And you always forgive them. Always.”

A soft rustle of stiff fabrics, the type worn to protect and keep out the cold and damp, and a hand reached over. Grasping one of Ben’s with a firm squeeze. The touch was real, warm and more comforting than it had any right to be. He knew the ring on the hand, and the thin silvery criss cross scars of a life spent repairing flyers in tight places. 

“You’re allowed to be happy, kid. That’s all we ever wanted for you.”

Ben’s eyes flicked up, meeting Han’s with a sudden intake of breath. Father wasn’t here. Only those with the Force could reappear like this. And even then, requirements had to be met. Training, knowledge, strength. Yet here the man was, offering forgiveness for his own murder as though it were nothing more than Ben had spilled dinner on Mother’s new rugs. 

“What if I fail them?”

“You keep trying. That’s all life really is, son. You find people you love, you try together at whatever needs doing. When you screw up, you try to fix it and you trust that things will be ok.”

“And when they aren’t?” Ben was painfully aware of moisture sliding down his face. It wasn’t fair that Father wasn’t really here. That he wouldn’t get to hold the twins, that Leia couldn’t fuss at Han for putting too much sugar in his caf. It wasn’t fair and it was all Ben’s fault.

“Then that’s ok too. It’s ok for things to not be ok.” Han wiped the tears slowly from Ben’s face, a rough thumb brushing across Ben’s cheeks.

“How can you forgive me?” Unable to stand it any longer, Ben finally spoke the question out loud. Whatever this moment was, nightmare, delusion or something else, he needed to know.

“I love you, Ben. I always have and I always will. You’ll understand, once you hold them.” 

One last touch, an affectionate shoulder rub, and Father was gone. As quickly and silently as he’d arrived. Ben buried his head back into his hands, trying to understand what had just happened. Was this some kind of trick, perhaps the last surviving forces of the First Order had found him already? No, the touch was real, not some projection. A mirage of the Force? Possibly, but the only other users nearby were Rey and Mother. Rey wouldn’t, Mother might but both were still asleep.

“Why now.” Ben murmured to the world at large. Perhaps this was the first time he was ready to listen, Ben mused with a self-deriding snot before standing. He needed to visit the refresher, the twins would be waking Rey soon if they hadn’t already. Perhaps he had only been speaking with a memory, but if so it was a good memory.

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#reylo #reylo fanfic #fluff and angst and smut #reylo smut #angst with a happy ending #unplanned pregnancy #reunite the dyad #redeemed ben solo #star wars fanfic #fluff and smut

[devil666lovesblog]

Of fucking a young Vietnam prostitute in a Primary School

I used to teach in Primary school as Chinese teacher, and to be precise, I was forced to do so due to my contact with the I.T. company I worked. It is at a remote and highly polluted place somewhere in New Territories. The rice bowl has to shut off before all the flies start biting your food, plus the residual from the burned rubbish would render your food unhealthy to eat within minutes. Thus to work there is considered a punishment for most youngsters but that was my first job I simply can not refuse. I never expected there would be a surprise gift for me which changed my life forever, and it also opened my eyes to what I knew about female sexuality.

The age of consent for sex is 16 in HongKong, but I believe most youngsters violate this quite often, and a lot of school kept their mouth shut to retain the reputation as a good school. Many teachers play a blind eye to this kind of affair as long as the girls didn't become pregnant, and I even buy contraceptive pills for one of my students when he just fucked his girlfriend. This is considered a village school which is attended by most of the villagers nearby, they are generally not well-to-do families so I play ping pong a lot. You won ́t how poor I am in this sport.

However, there are something which I am a teacher plus a youngster myself simply can´t ignore, I heard from a female teacher that a female classmate is talking about her sexual experience as a prostitute, and each fuck costed only HK$300, roughly about half of my salary per day if I am a Supply Teacher. You may get the impression that she must be very poor and impoverished so she has to do that for a living, and what a miserable life she is in. That was my first impression when I heard that, for when I was studying in the US I was working in the computer lab and via P2P network I got hold of preteen pictures from the underground preteen networks. I believe it is those very poor and impoverished girls whose parents are drunk or drug addicts with little job skills nor education so they have to sell their bodies as goods to support their livelihood. 

I am very eager to find out the reality of what really happened to this young Vietnamese girl studying in P.5, so one time after school I searched the whole Primary school; I have to hurry because there aren't so many minibus to get out at this time. It is like she already knew what I was approaching her for: And she said yes, and if I want to try her I could get a 70% discount. Instead I threaten her and said working as a prostitute without a license and not paying tax is a grave offense, thus I would like to fuck her for a night without any protection with $600. She looked at me with skeptic eyes as if she understood men sexually really well, and after some hesitation she said with almost a smile in her tone: Hey, even if I offer your free sex for unlimited rounds you won´t last very long in my hole. So, did you want to bet that if I can last one hour inside you then I can cum in your womb however many times until I have had enough? She looked at me with a despicable look and said: No man ever lasts more than half an hour in my hole, the longest I had is merely 10 minutes. Men often brag about how hard they are and how long they last, but I had seen a man with a thick dick but shoot within minutes. I said: He probably never had a woman in the bed before, and don´t you think you are the first girl I ever had in the bed. We are running out of time, what day you would be available for whole fucking day? If you are good, I can give you extra tips, but everything has to go inside. She said: I have to go, I will answer you tomorrow.

The next day in recess time I am inside the teacherś room for recess and lunch thereby I had no chance to talk to her. And when school finishes I didn't see her around so I assume the deal is off. I think not so many prostitutes want to be cum inside their womb, one of the occupation hazards is getting pregnant and STD. So she must be weighing all the options before she made that decision. It was also an important decision for me too, since that was the first time I ever go out to fuck with a hooker. Honestly it is the curiosity and breaking the taboo of having sex with minor that is driving me. I figure that I had never done anything criminal in my whole life, and given this chance and she lived in this remote area, chances are very unlikely that we are going to meet again. Given I am not a registered teacher, and she is doing business by offering sexual services; she would not tell anyone about this, and I ask explicitly if she is not recording this in her account. 

Human relationships take many shapes and forms, so that is actually the start of my relationship with her. I patiently waited and waited and waited until after a week she finally searched for me after school. I thought you don't want to do business with me?

No way, you look pretty good and I will definitely ‘trade with you’.

Then what took you so long to make a decision? You don't enjoy making babies and it is just your job?

I was kind of busy with my homework. I mean real homework not handjobs or blowjobs. And you want the real thing without rubber?

I could have helped with those homework if you suck me real well and eat all my cums….

Homework is one thing, and this ́job´ is another thing. I enjoy having sex with a good looking guy with a big stick. Yes, I can suck you off real good, and I can take everything inside. Even if you want to finger my ass it is okay.

So….when and where we are going to fuck? Your place, my place, love motel? Public toilet?

I am sorry it took me so long since I have to wait for my safe period since you want to cum inside me. That must feel good.

You love your customers to shoot everything inside?

Seriously, how could I not loving this sensation of the guy  ́urinate´ in my tube of pleasure? Every girls would grow to love that someday. But since I don´t want any STD so I insist on protective sex. For me, the sensation of a rubber rubbing inside my little hole doesn ́t felt as good otherwise. 

I only do that to really loyal customers and I knew him really well.

Your uncle?Your grandpa?Your cousin?....

All guessed wrong, they are not man enough to fuck me; I bet they only ejaculate when watch porns but not real ladies.

Wow, you knew so much about men.

Letś get down to the business, the coming Wednesday I would ask my cousin to call it sick. I would get permission for my father to work outside, and he had already seen you and approved of the deal. If you are not going to pay me after you cum inside, imagine your dick chopped into pieces.

Sure, I work diligently all day and all week but I will make an exception for you. So $600 for unlimited sex for two hours, and you want everything cum inside me next Wednesday? You come and meet me in some place convenient for you? Where did you live? 

In Tuen Mun town center, I prefer 11am then we take a bus to MongKok, get a room at 12pm or 1pm then you take off at 4pm?

Just 4pm but not 6pm? I reserve my whole afternoon for you, and that is the first time I serve a customer for the whole afternoon.

Well, if you are fucking good I can pay you a thousand then billions and billions of sperms. All reserved for your wombś consumption. I am not going to masturbate for a few days just for you.

No, do masturbate, that gives better performance in bed. And I despise guys who last for less than 10 minutes in the bed. I felt empty and itching inside my tunnel.

(What a slut.) I exclaim in my mind.

A deal is a deal, see you the coming Wednesday.

You can´t believe how excited I am when I am going to take this young prostitute to bed, and as luck has me I get the best end of bargaining. One can imagine fucking a 16 years, 17 years and 18 years old prostitute in the love motel in MongKok, occasionally you got a 14 years runaway pretending to be 16 years old but with one that is just 11 years old, it is just too fucking amazing. And she sounds so professional (and she made a list of love motel we could go to) which made her a reliable sex service provider, it is not like she is playing games with me and try to cheat me out of my money. All she can cheat now is my countless sperms, and I even had a devious plan to fuck her continuously against her will for the maximum hours I can last. I would pretend that I was working the whole day and leave in the early morning in the exact hours of going to work. But instead I would drink, eat in Tuen Mun Town center then I would take her to ride a bus to love motel then fuck her all over. After the fucking business is over and she is soaked with my cum, I would take a shower and sleep until half past seven to leave, then I would return home just like I returned from work. Of course, I would call the boss tonight via SMS so he can make arrangements with the school.

The next day at school I pretend nothing has happened, and it is an open secret that this Ah. Pun is selling her body in the Primary school. Sex is the taboo in the conservative Chinese culture, and let alone in a Primary school. My guess is confirmed a bit later after I change to work in another school, her parents are very good friends with the head of the village, and that head had a seat in the District Council board thus is indirectly a powerful person here. Thus, the school doesn’t want any trouble with those with some power and influence in the political circle. To stay on good terms with them, one has to pretend this kind of thing doesn’t exist at all.  

I felt very aroused at the night before the sex battle with the youngest prostitute I ever had, I hadn’t had much sex experience like that. From what I understand, prostitution should be the simplest form of man-woman relationship, you pay you get the service and when the transaction over you part from each other and never talk about it. Ah  Pun hadn’t had too many customers since that would be a grave offense and tainted anyone wanting a career in teaching.  I try to have some sleep by doing some breathing exercises to relax myself, I instinctively knew that anxious would lead to poor performance in sex.

The boss approved my sick leave and that school is not on the top priority in the company’s list. Thus I leave home and dressed in a suit as usual then go to ATM to take out some money from my bank account, my plan is to eat and fuck her all day long until six then have some rest and go home. I was living with my parents at that time and they never suspected me of anything, and no question was asked. It is just like yet another working day except this time work in done on the bed instead of in the classroom.

[crazyblondelife]

I Had Something to Say and Change Was Possible

I’ve been through some tough things as most of us have but I no longer look at those tough things as bad. Those life situations taught me so much and without having gone through them, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I definitely wouldn’t have the confidence to sit and write blog posts and talk about my life. My story is my gift to share with the world in the hopes that I inspire others to take back their power, learn to love themselves and create the life they want to live.

This morning, I was answering a few comments on TikTok and for the most part, the comments were very kind…but, there were a few that stung. People assume things about you by the way you look and present yourself on social media. They don’t know the backstory about my life and they assume that because I’m thin and love fashion that I am somehow arrogant and not spiritual. People also think I’m tall which is hysterical to me because I’m barely 5’4”! Again, assumptions based on nothing!

The truth about me is that it took me almost my whole life up until probably 4 years ago to really find my confidence and I continue to work daily to become more of who I was put here to be and let go of old tired thoughts about myself that no longer serve me. We all have deep rooted insecurities and things that happened in our past that we need to release and that is…in a nutshell, the work.

I was born into a conservative home in a time when the world was changing (I’m sure, much like you). My parents were far from people who were trying to embrace a new way of thinking. My maternal grandmother was an alcoholic and my dad’s mother, so I’ve been told was agoraphobic. So…there you go, instant baggage for me. For the most part, people parent to the best of their ability, but we bring our perceptions of live and who we are to the task which doesn’t always work out so well. Long story short, there were lots of rules in our home and my dad was a believer in enforcing them. As time went on, I was convinced that I could never do anything right and stopped trying. By the time I was in middle school, I was pretty rebellious, had no self confidence and was on a fast track to getting into a lot of trouble. By the time I was in 9th grade, I had a boyfriend who was on the same track and he ended up being my first husband. We were both 19. Marriage as you can probably guess was hard. He had some substance abuse issues and was never home, I worked at a job that I hated and we had no money. I began to develop an eating disorder and at one point weighed 89 pounds. I was anorexic and bulimic, but somehow still managed to get pregnant. My oldest daughter was born after we had been married for almost 4 years and we were divorced after 7 years. I knew I was very unhappy but didn’t really have much of a plan.

During the time my daughter was little, I started a catering business, inspired by Martha Stewart! I love her to this day because she showed me that life could be more than what I had always known. I read every magazine, made as many of her recipes as I could and dreamed of living a life like Martha!

I was working very hard at that time, sometimes not going to bed at all and barely keeping my head above water.

One thing that has been a constant in my life has been exercise. I did aerobics and even taught a few classes every week for a while. While at the gym one day, I met my husband to be. He was 2 years younger than me and had a good job. He was good looking and fit and together, we looked like an amazing couple. There was something about him that I was very drawn to, but there were also times when he treated me in ways that I knew weren’t right. The security of marriage and being in a relationship was too good to pass up and we got married. I thought things would be fine and even though from the outside looking in, we looked like the perfect couple, on the inside, things were not good.

Fast forward…we had two more daughters and I became very busy. We were trying to pay for private school for 3 children (I was still working myself to death catering), he was traveling and I could hardly hold it together. We fought…a lot!

In between all of this, there were some good times and maybe that’s what held us together. I think we always loved each other…we just didn’t love ourselves. It’s really hard to hold a relationship together when you’re bringing so much baggage to the table.

When I say we were together for 25 years before things came crashing down, it truly blows my mind. After 25 years of marriage, I found out that he was having an affair and as you can imagine, things went from bad to worse. I had no idea how to navigate the emotions that came with this and I literally fell apart. I handled everything so poorly and we were apart and back together more times than I can count. After about 4 years of this, something happened and I think he saw he was about to loose his children and also, me. Things began to turn around slightly, but I was so bitter and angry that we continued to fight. I expected him to prove to me that he was committed and I watched everything he did and analyzed every word that came out of his mouth.

This is very long story and the details aren’t even that important. What is important is what happened to me after being in so much pain for so many years. Finally, I had enough…I knew that I could not live in this way any longer and I dropped to my knees in my bathroom and prayed for things to change. What I didn’t realize at the time, was that the change had to come from me AND that the affair had nothing to do with me. It affected me certainly, but what he did was about him and his insecurities.

Gradually, I started searching for answers by reading self help books, listening to free Youtube videos and podcasts. I was reading about self love and Law of Attraction, letting go of the past, mindfulness, living in the moment…it was a lot, but gradually began to make sense.

Self love doesn’t happen over night and life doesn’t change in a single instant, but it only takes a spark. A spark of inspiration, a glimpse of what life could be like, seeing evidence in others that things can change and happiness is possible.

During this time, I found blogs…other people’s blogs. I was fascinated at what these mostly young girls were putting out into the world. Fashion, advice, food, decor…it seemed like they were having so much fun and I was in serious need of fun. I decided to start a blog and call it Crazy Blonde Life and one day, I did it. My entire first blog post was a quote from Goethe…

“Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it; Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

I somehow knew, even though things were still really bad, that I had a dream, I had something to say and that change was possible. And now…I’m proof that it’s all true!

Fast forward once again…almost 7 years later, I am happy, confident, strong and still moving forward toward my ever evolving dreams. I have become the evidence that others were to me. I have become evidence that inside of everyone lies enormous power. I believe that the Universe (God) always conspires for us and that I am here today, writing this post because of the blessing of all I’ve been through.

I also believe that there is so much more for me…and that my dreams are big, but God has plans for me that I am not even capable of dreaming. So…let’s get this party started! I’m ready, willing and available!

In tomorrow’s post, I’ll go deeper into what I’ve learned on my journey and how it helped me come out of a dark place! Thank you so much for reading….I hope this serves you in some way! As always, I would love to know your thoughts if you want to share. This post wasn’t easy to write because I’m sharing really personal things about myself and my family, but I’m sharing because I know 100% that other women can relate to so much of what I’ve written and maybe are just starting their healing journey!

#my story #Law of Attraction #Best Life

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #047

“whoever wants to be beautiful needs to suffer”

When was the last time you climbed over a fence? Not since I was a kid, I think. Not doing anything illegal, the fence was on our property. Does your pet wear a collar? Of course. Well, except my snake, but that's kinda a given, haha. What is the first thing on your Christmas Wishlist? To get the tattoo with Sara's handwriting covered with a tribute design to my late dog Teddy. What would you do if your mom/dad saw a hickey on you? Be embarrassed but probably say nothing. I'm old enough to do what I want in my own bedroom. What goal are you working on this month? Losing weight. I'm honestly terrified to weigh myself since my appetite has started to creep back, though... Like I haven't been eating a LOT, but more than I was when my appetite was non-existent. What could you say is your biggest time waster? These stupid surveys, for real. When was the last time that you were asked out somewhere, and you declined? Dad asked me at Ryder's bday party if I'd like to go with them to a football game; I said no just because of how poorly I handle heat, and NEVERMIND the walking/going up the steps... If you’re listening to music, name a lyric from the song. "Eitelkeit is nie bescheiden" = "vanity is never modest" in English. It's a remix of "Zick Zack" and by god this version's also an absolute banger alskdjfalk;wejlawje Are you a sound sleeper? This your first survey ya read of mine, buck-o? In your opinion, which is more attractive, nice biceps or washboard abs? Uh I think I'm maybe more attracted to nice arms, idk. I'm not personally attracted to either at an extreme. How do you feel about bands that use pyrotechnics in live concerts? Rammstein is literally THE BAND that uses pyrotechnics like absolute madmen, so I legally have to support it, lmao. On a serious note though, be trained and qualified before messing with that shit. Why do you hate your ex? I don't. Does anybody hate you? Probably. Trust issues? I've got 'em, but I've actually come to notice that while they're very severe with some people, especially men, there are certain types of people I will trust VERY fast, mostly maternal women. If you were pregnant, who would you tell first? Mom in a panic or Girt, idk. I never wanna find out. Do you think that you’re good enough for the one you like? Nope. Did you speak to your father today? No. What is your father’s middle name? John. When was the last time you had alcohol? A very long time; I'm on some meds that react poorly with alcohol in the system, so. Last person of the opposite sex you gave a hug to? My nephew. Have you ever met anyone who claimed to be a witch? One of my half-sisters does. What’s the weirdest thing in your body that you can crack? Idk. Do you know anyone with asthma? My mom. Have you ever been involved in a custody battle before? No. Who was the best kisser you’ve ever dated? Jason or Girt, idk. Have any of your siblings ever had a crush on your significant other? Quite certain no. Are your siblings nice the majority of the time? Yes. Any other names your parents planned to give you? I seem to remember "Kathryn" being an option, but I'm not sure. Are you healthy? No. Like I'm not terribly ill, but my mental state isn't at all good and my body is FAR from the picture of health, too. Number of jeans in your closet: Literally zero. I haven't worn jeans since like, high school. Rihanna or Lady GaGa? Gaga. Which was the last book that really captivated you? The Handmaid's Tale. Do you prefer nail polish with sparkles in it, or matte colors? I don't wear any, but if I did, I'd choose matte. Have you ever had a teacher you got really close with? Oh yes, many. One is literally our landlord now and I think uh... bends the rules just so Mom and I have a house. Can you actually picture yourself getting married/having kids, or is that something that seems too distant in the future to imagine? Married, yes. Kids, no. I am just so NOT "together" enough to where the image of being a mom, never mind a good one, seems realistic. When’s the last time you spent time with your cousins? Many, many, many years. None of my cousins live anywhere near here. What’s your younger sibling’s name? Nicole. Do you have an idea of what kind of profession you’d like to have? Ideally, something artistic. Do you ever pick up your house phone? We haven't had a house phone in WELL over a decade. Is your sister a slut? None of them are. Do you ever think about what went wrong in your first relationship? Of course I do. That relationship changed my life. Him leaving literally traumatized me. If you had to get a piercing (not ears) what would you get? I want my nostril re-pierced. If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be? Being taken, I wouldn't. I'm not gonna entertain the thought if I wasn't bc I would HOPE I still wouldn't. I take intimacy too seriously for that. If you woke up naked next to the last person you texted what would you say? That's my mother, I am absolutely not thinking of that. Ever been kissed under fireworks? No. How would you react if a doctor told you that you were infertile? I'd be fucking ecstatic. I feel kinda bad saying that, like I know a lot of people would kill to be fertile, but noooooooot me. Do you get along with your best friend’s parents? His mom is a lovely woman, but his dad passed many years ago. Honestly though, I uh, don't really like most of what I know of his father. Not because he seemed mean, just... not pleasant, either. Have you ever been in a relationship where you didn’t get along with the person’s parents? No. How many people of the opposite sex have you said "I love you" to? Two, romantically. The person you fell the hardest for says they never felt anything for you. What do you say? "You're full of shit." Who was the last person to tell you that they find you attractive? Girt. What was the last compliment you paid to someone of the opposite sex? I called my boyfriend handsome like... yesterday or so? How often do you listen to music? Music has been like... my life for two months or so now. I'm basically always listening to it. Have you ever wanted your significant other to get rid of a friend? No. Is the person you last texted single? Yes. Have you ever seen the last person you kissed without their shirt on? Yes. Is the last person you kissed mad at you? I don't see why he would be. Has the person you like ever made you upset? Yes. Scenario: If you were getting unwanted attention by some creeper, would the person you like stand up for you? He absolutely would. Does the person you like, know that you like them? He's very well aware, yes. When angry, do you get loud or quiet? Usually deathly quiet, but not always. Have you ever been in a secret relationship? We weren't an official couple, but yes. Have you ever danced in front of your mirror naked? Hunny I would rather die lmao. Are your grandparents still alive? No. Ever been in a car accident? Yes. I am thankful beyond all words that Mom's driving skill saved us from flipping over. If you got married to the last person you kissed would you be happy? I want to one day, so yes. Do you like any of Justin Bieber’s songs? I know literally none besides "Baby," and god knows I hated that fucking song. Do you believe saving your virginity for marriage or no? I'm not going to, but if you want to, cool. When you were a kid, did you ever like Barney? I did. Not at much as my older sister, though. When was the last time you kissed someone? It's been a few weeks. He's been busy, tired, and now sick. What’s the capital of wherever you live? Raleigh. Did you have any beer this past week? Beer is never, ever going in my mouth. It was my dad's drink of choice as an alcoholic and I don't even like smelling it. Have you ever had champagne? Did you like it? No. Do you like to cuddle? If I'm not hot, yes. Do you think you’ve changed over the past year? I feel I've matured some. When was the last time you talked to your grandmother? Maybe around like... two years ago or so when I last saw her when she and her shithead son stopped at a hotel to see us for a bit. She was in horrible condition. Ash's kids were supposed to meet her that day, but everyone decided against it when we saw JUST how basically already dead my grandmother was. The kids, Aubree especially, would have been very confused and scared, not understanding what was wrong with her. Have you ever phoned a sex hot line? LKJASLKDJFALK;WEJDLKAWJE OH MY GOOOOOOOOD GUYS when my sister and I + our neighbor were in our prank call phase as kids we accidentally called one SCREAMS Do you sleep with the door open or closed? Open. I have a cat; he never lets that door be shut, lol. Have you ever caught a friend cheating on their bf/gf? My SISTER'S friend, but she wasn't really mine. That was SO fuckin awkward, like I was just chilling on the computer I believe and then here these two are making out on the couch lmao When was the last time you saw your grandpa? Maternal: not since I was a baby, too young to even remember. Paternal: young child, also don't remember him. The last time you had sex, was it in their bed or yours? I've only ever been sexual with him in mine, I haven't even seen his room lmao. List one of your fears: Pregnancy. I've actually come to notice an even better umbrella fear is what I interpret as body horror, which to me, includes pregnancy because the stomach just... isn't supposed to look like that. I just don't like when something is abnormal with the body. Has anyone ever drunk called/texted you? Uh possibly, but I don't believe so. Do you know anyone who drinks a lot? Yes. When someone says “we need to talk” what runs through your mind? I immediately go through the mental list of all things potentially wrong I've done since birth lmao Have you ever lived with your girlfriend/boyfriend? Not my current bf. I kinda-sorta lived with an ex for a time, but I wasn't listed as an actual resident even though I technically should have been with how frequently I was there, to the point my dog even "moved" there with me. What do you think your significant other/crush likes the most about you? Hell if I know. What are your plans for tomorrow? I don't know. I'm really hoping to see Girt, but I don't know if he has work and if he's gonna be feeling well. Does your significant other/crush have any close female friends? If so, how do you feel about that? Have you ever felt jealous of them? I actually don't know, but I never hear him *talk* about other female friends. I'd be fine with him having them though. Have your parents ever told you stories about the day you were born? I just know there was an ice storm and that Mom was induced because I was pretty late. How long have you been using Tumblr? Many years, but to varying frequencies. Most recently I didn't touch my main blog for like... around a year or so, but now I use it regularly again because the Rammstein fanbase is pretty poppin', haha. Who was the last person that you introduced to your family? Holy cow, I don't think I've introduced a new person to someone in my family since Tyler to Mom. Your period is a few days late… are you worried? Bro my period is WILDLY late because of med changes and stuff, and I'm not at all worried because being pregnant is physically impossible for me rn. I worry about it for the future though, just because I am SUCH a worry-wart and off-sync menstruating is not at all rare for me. Do you know all the words to the last song you listened to? BIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA Does your significant other/crush like chocolate? Sure, but he doesn't eat it a lot. He's really particular about eating healthy. Can your significant other/crush sing? He's a wonderful singer, yeah. Have you ever seen your father cry? I've seen him tear up only once in my life, talking to Mom about his mom's funeral. Who was the last person you added as a friend on Facebook? How do you know that person? Chelsey, my brother's wife. I haven't actually met her, but she seems like a lovely woman.

#lyrics: ''zick zack'' by rammstein #survey #surveys #random questions #random surveys

[silverdelirium]

hi! can you do one where draco and the reader are married (don’t make them old please make them like the married rich pretty milf and dilf couple), and they have a daughter. anyway, draco is out because of work/something else (it’s up to u) and the reader is with their daughter and they get into a small fight and the daughter says something really bad/hurtful to the reader (her mother) and the reader like gets sad (make it bad so it can be dramatic😏) and when draco gets home he finds the reader like crying (smoking too bc a milf smoking is hot but if you don’t want to add it it’s fine) and yeah basically the rest is up to you :)) ily hope ur well and fine. <3

CIGARETTES & INSECURITIES | D.M

thank you hoe @selenesheart for helping me with the title ily

warnings: anxiety, lowkey panic attack, insecurities of being a bad mother, mean child, smoking, angst w a happy ending

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draco’s hurried steps were heard echoing across the hallway as he rapidly made his way downstairs, cussing his boss out under his breath for calling him on a fucking Sunday. the same sunday he was about to spend basking in the love of his wife and child, all expectations now turned to mush.

“i’m sorry i have to go, my love. call me if you need anything, okay?” spoke draco, tone soft as he held your face in his hands, giving you one last sad smile before pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.

you gave him a feeble nod in response with a reassuring smile, watching him storm off in long strides, still swearing in hushed whispers and with a flick of his wand, he was gone.

you instantly took notice of how intense the atmosphere got around the manor- almost scary. deadly quiet with your four-year-old toddler still asleep and big curtains blocking any sunlight from coming in.

it almost caused goosebumps to rise on your arms as if the universe was already warning you of the day you were gonna have to deal with today.

maybe the first bad thing to happen today was being woken up by draco’s phone going off like crazy with calls of his boss and endless text messages of his colleagues.

it didn’t matter though, you had other things to worry about. your toddler was already walking down the stairs with a sleepy stare as she made her way to you, immediately taking notice of how there was no trace of draco, and looking around for any signs of her father.

“hi there” you greeted, giving her a sympathetic smile when she asked for draco, her small body already wrapped around your torso. a small sigh with a brief explanation of a work emergency was given to her. her sour mood amplifying a tenfold for every word that left your mouth.

she stayed quiet for a moment, and just as you started beaming at the thought of calming a daddy’s girl- she sobbed heavily in your ear, clinging hard to you but still screaming for draco.

a grimace found its way to your face along with a sorrowful expression as you shushed her down, tracing your fingers down her spine; a small trick you always did to relax her in days like this.

her sobs quieted down but she still cried silently in your shoulder, hot tears rolling down her face that had you questioning whether you should call your husband or not, the thought accompanying the insecurity of being a terrible mother who can barely keep her child tranquil.

after a few minutes of letting her pour all her emotions out, you made a path to the kitchen and sat her down on the barstool, wiping her tears away as she huffed in what seemed to be an angry expression.

“would you like some breakfast, baby?” you spoke, tone soft and slow as to not aggravate the situation.

“i want daddy”

“he’s- he’s not here right now” you tried to reason, watching as she took a deep breath but said nothing.

you turned around to head for the stove. but your ears caught a small murmur of “you’re the worst” coming from none other than your daughter.

a thunder-struck look adorned your face, blinking back the tears that found their way to your waterline.

ever since you found out you were pregnant, the anxiousness of being a not good enough mom had filled you in seconds, thinking of the worst scenarios possible throughout the pregnancy. draco was always there to ease your nerves a bit, yet, never quite pushing them away completely.

and jesus- did that simple three-word sentence stung painfully at your heart.

you stayed frozen in place for a few moments before taking a deep breath and quickly collecting yourself, continuing your errands around the kitchen as you made an effort to ignore the way your hands became clammy and heartstrings were pulled harshly in your chest.

the rest of the day went painfully slow, your daughter completely ignoring you and just curling up on the couch or playing in her room, always slamming the door in your face whenever you attempted to talk to her. your back also aching from having to do all house chores by yourself. every once in a while getting a text message from draco, rushed typos of “i love you” and “i’m gonna be there soon”.

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the clock read 6:07 P.M and you held the cigarette to your lips with shaky fingers, tears blurring your vision as all the frustration from today came crashing down at once.

sobs rocked through your body as you inhaled the smoke and blew it out past your nostrils. warm, thick tears not coming to a halt even once.

your cries muffled every sound around you. not taking notice of draco who was now frantically searching for you, already finding your daughter safe and asleep on the couch. yet you were nowhere to be found.

it took one look at the cigarette package on the dining table for draco to locate you. he knew about your anxiety and how bad it got when triggered.

his heart ached and fists clenched at his side as he turned to his baby girl, snuggling her deeper into the thick fluffy blanket before making his way to the porch where you sat with a hand to your sternum, big clouds of smoke fogging the air around you.

“oh, baby” he sympathized, not giving you time to react as he enveloped you in a big hug, feeling the way your curled your fists on his shirt and sobbed quietly, taking ragged breaths every once in a while.

after a few minutes of taking shallow breaths, you pulled your head back from his chest, just enough to stare at his face, his bright grey eyes running down every feature you had, almost like he was studying it.

“what happened today?” he whispered, closing his eyes and connecting his forehead with yours.

you released a breath through your nose and lit off the cigarette on the small table next to you before explaining every small detail from today to draco, a few tears escaping at some points.

once you were done, draco removed his head from yours, pulling back and displaying both of his palms on your cheeks, observing your tear-stained face made him ache with sorrow.

“my love” he started “you are the world’s greatest mother to ever exist, a bad day with your child does not define your abilities as a mom. she loves you, we all do. you don’t know how fuzzy she gets when you’re not here.”

his words made a small smile crack through your lips, buzzing nerves slowly weighing down after every syllable he spoke.

“we would all be doomed if it wasn’t for you. every parent has a bad day, do not beat yourself up for it, it happens to the best of us.” he finalized, chest swelling with pride once he saw how you were full-on beaming, puckering your lips like a silent sign for a kiss which he gladly provided.

“i love you” you mumbled against his mouth.

“i love you more” he responded.

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     ⇴ male reader      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ request: Can you write a story where pregnant hawks goes into labor and gives birth? I just wanna know the whole process for him and what he would be feeling

↣ rating: mature ↣ warnings: male pregnancy, c-section surgery

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“[Your.last.name]-san, we really need to prepare-“

“Just 5 more minutes! Pleas-“, though being interrupted by another contraction made it hard to talk.

His legs and arms were shaking as he was leaning against the bed, trying to breath like he was taught to. Hawks’ wings losing small fluffy, red feathers all over the hospital floor with how nervous and in pain he was.

“He’ll be here soon… Just a little…”

And even though the nurse didn’t look too happy and rather concerned, she nodded again and left the room. She could give him a little bit more time, but not much…

Grabbing the phone, Hawks called you again, yet, once again, you didn’t pick up. With a whine, he threw the phone back onto the bed. Beads of sweat trickling over his forehead and dropping onto the sheets as another contraction made him wince and quietly whimper.

God, he was going to kill you if you wouldn’t come here soon!

Though, before he could throw even more curse words at you, the door opened and a familiar face made his heart jump. Just like that, he broke down with a sob. It was unusual for Keigo to cry, but seeing you finally here was just too much. The situation was so overwhelming. He was about to get surgery to meet your new baby and then-

But, as you rushed to his side and hugged him, he just snuggled into you. Everything already forgotten as he melted into your arms.

“It took too long!”, he whined and sobbed, another contraction making him wince.

“I know, I’m sorry, Baby. But I’m here now. I’m here.”, you reassured him, before finally calling the nurse once more.

It was time to deliver your baby girl.

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Watching as you stayed back as he rolled into the OR was hard. But Keigo knew it was only for a few minutes before he was going to see you again. With a little bit of help from a nurse, he stood up from the bed and sat down onto the operating table.

Sitting there hunched over, he hugged a pillow as a nurse held his shoulders. Another nurse softly, but firmly, pushed his wings to the side. A small hiss escaped his throat as they started the lidocaine shots. Four altogether. They were pretty painful, even though he was used to getting beat up as a hero, it still stung and burned. Like that, Keigo had to breathe through it, not even able to react to any of the attempts the nurse made to try and distract him from the pain by trying some small talk.

Thankfully, he did not feel the spinal block anymore due to the lidocaine kicking in almost immediately. At that point though, everything happened so fast as he had to bring his legs up onto the operating table before he completely lost any feeling whatsoever in them because of the spinal anesthesia.

With a pillow under his head and soft blankets to keep him warm, as well as his wings being tucked away comfortably, he laid there for a few minutes until he got his catheter. And then, once that was over, they put the sterile curtain up and he finally saw you again.

As you sat down besides Hawks’ head with the appropriate attire to be in the operating room, he immediately searched for your hand, hence you took and squeezed it gently.

“You okay, Shortcake?”, you kissed the back of his hand.

He just nodded while looking around the sterile room once again. The bright lights and stark walls were a little daunting. And even though he wasn’t cold or that scared, just nervous and intimidated, Hawks couldn’t stop shaking.

Though, thankfully, the anesthesiologist calmed both of your minds when they said it was a side effect from the anesthesia. So, you just squeezed his hand more and kissed his little fingers over and over again.

“I love, Baby, you’re amazing.”, reaching out your other hand, you softly wiped a wet strand of hair from his forehead.

“You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you, Kei.”

And then, with one last check of his name and birthday, they started. Immediately, Hawks felt tugging and pulling and a lot of pressure. Nothing the anesthesiologist hadn’t told him beforehand, but it was still a weird feeling. As if random people were grabbing his baby bump and just pulling it side to side. Not painful, but very strange nonetheless.

“You’re so amazing, Shortcake. We will meet our little baby girl soon. I’m so excited.”

A crooked, but genuine smile appeared as he sniffled and nodded lightly.

“Me too.”

He was so grateful that you were there. Kei knew he couldn’t have done it without you, even if they probably would have forced him in the end if you wouldn’t have made it in time. But now he didn’t need to worry about that anymore. You were there, holding his hand and being with him while something amazing and almost… surreal was going on down there. Like shit… You were going to meet your little chicken nugget in a few minutes!

The anesthesiologist checked in here and there, making sure Hawks was still doing fine. Which, thankfully, he was. He didn’t feel any pain, just lots of pressure. And his nerves had calmed down to a point where he didn’t feel sick anymore.

“Okay, Baby’s coming out now!”, the doctor in charge suddenly said, hence you squeezed his hand a little tighter.

With just that sentence alone Hawks’ nervousness peaked once again. His emotions all over the place once more. He took a deep breath and grabbed your hand really hard. Though all he could feel was the pressure and before he could really realize what was happening, they lifted your baby up into the air. That’s when you could both see her for the first time. Immediately, he had to swallow his sob as he watched his little girl.

One glance to you was also enough to make him want to cry out of happiness. Your own eyes were glazed as you tried to hold back tears, while a big, happy smile appeared on your face.

“[Your.name]…”, Keigo barely sniffled your name.

“You did amazing, Baby. So amazing.”, you both looked to the side to the small table as they got some fluids out of her lungs and stomach, nothing serious thankfully, just to double-check. The crying of her making his heart ache, because all he wanted to do was grab her and love her already.

Fortunately, the table was only a few meters away, hence he could watch them all the time as they cleaned and weighed your baby. And after just a few minutes, a nurse brought the swaddled girl over and that’s when he could finally hold her for the first time.

That certainly was the most magical moment. With you by his side, the baby on his chest, it was intimate and beautiful.

“Well, she is just as tiny as her Daddy, huh?”, you chuckled and kissed his forehead while softly caressing her small cheek.

Hawks could just nod and smile, before he looked up and whispered “I love you.” with tears in his eyes.

“I love you, too.”, you mumbled back and pecked his lips.

Even though he didn’t want to let go, a nurse gently pulled you away from him together with your little girl.

“Everything will be over soon.”, you reassured him one last time, before you walked out and into the hospital room he had been assigned to.

And while you had your little one-on-one moment with your baby, Hawks was nervously waiting for it to end as they closed his wound and got him situated again.

It took almost 40 minutes where he was alone in the operating room and just craving to be by your side and hold his baby, that he couldn’t help but cry in the middle of it. All of this was a very emotional experience. It was an emotional rollercoaster, really.

Though, when he was laying naked and vulnerable on the hospital bed again, as they had stripped him of the hospital gown completely, he finally came out of the operating room and into his assigned room. Covered in warm blankets to keep his small, yet so incredibly strong body warm. His mood instantly better when he saw you sitting on a chair and holding your baby girl.

You stood up immediately and walked over once he was ready and the nurses left you alone for just a few moments. Softly placing the little one onto his naked chest, Hawks held her again in a tight, yet gentle grip, as if he never wanted to let go again.

He was groggy, but so happy. The selfie you took showed you both beaming with happiness. A photo you would forever treasure.

“She is beautiful.”

“She is. Our sweet little Ava.”, you whispered back and kissed his forehead.

“You are really… the most amazing man I know, Kei. I love you so much.”

And as he grinned from ear to ear with how happy he was, his golden eyes filled with tears and shimmered as he whispered those love-filled words back. So incredibly thankful that everything turned out alright and he could hold Ava in his arms and have you by his side now.

He knew it would get tough from here on out. Not only because he had to recover from this big surgery, which meant you had to take care of Ava almost alone in the first few weeks, (which was pretty hard for him, because he wasn’t someone to just lay down and let everyone serve him), but also because family life was going to be so new. Yet, he was also excited. To experience this with you, because he could have not wanted any other man by his side right now, than you.

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⇻ salem.talks: this request came in like two days ago? and yeah like i said, i saw it and knew i had to write it! i loved it! such an intimate moment with our birb boy is just lovely, no? 💌 and i have lots of fun finding names for the baby that have something to do with birds or flying or something lmao

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