#being forced to carry a pregnancy could fucking kill me for all i know. AND i would have to go off of a lot of my meds??

[theygender]

I'm doing it. I'm gonna get a fucking hysterectomy

#its something ive talked about half jokingly for years bc the idea of ever being pregnant or giving birth makes me INCREDIBLY dysphoric #so it seems completely fucking pointless to have to go through so much pain and sickness every month for absolutely no reason #this past month where i couldnt get my medication already had me seriously thinking about it tho #bc even if im managing my endometriosis okay with BC i dont want to have to worry about going through hell if i cant fill my prescription #i was looking into the side effects and etc bc i was thinking about asking my doctor about it next time i went in #and the only thing that had me concerned was that a full hysterectomy or oophorectomy sends you into menopause which seems like itd suck #(but smaller surgeries like tube ligations dont actually stop you from having periods) #BUT i was complaining about this at work and one of my coworkers told me she had a hysterectomy for endometriosis #and her doctor gave her a partial hysterectomy so it stops periods and prevents pregnancy but doesnt send you into menopause #and that sounds fucking GREAT honestly so i wanted to ask my doctor about it even more #but now that roe v wade has been overturned? the deal is sealed im getting this hell machine out of me one way or another #im hoping that my doctor will be understanding as a woman herself but if not my coworker said she'll give me her doctors info #and if THAT doesnt work. i just checked out r/childfree and theyve got a list of doctors in my area who are willing to help #i dont want to keep suffering through chronic illness symptoms every month for absolutely no reason #i dont want to run the risk of getting pregnant and having to live through my worst nightmare as someone with dysphoria #AND like my gf just pointed out to me. ive got other health issues that im trying to get sorted out #im chronically underweight and i either have pots or some kind of hypertension. plus a low immune system and etc etc etc #being forced to carry a pregnancy could fucking kill me for all i know. AND i would have to go off of a lot of my meds?? #all this thing does is cause me chronic pain and put my already precarious physical and mental health at risk #im GETTING it fucking taken out #rambling #ive got an appointment with my therapist on tuesday and i think im gonna ask about getting an official diagnosis of gender dysphoria #and im already in the process of getting tested for pots with my primary care doctor #so hopefully those diagnoses combined with my endometriosis will help speed it along... 🙏

[theemporium]

oooh i like this new event!

🧸—nothing gets the heart swooning like a good wee dad au! have a particularly wholesome thought in mind? wanna see your favourite boy freak out over changing a diaper? then send in a little request and let’s get the dilfs in here!

Remus lupin with all his friends finding out before they actually announce it and them teasing him about it but he doesn't lash back at all cuz he's just so ecstatic to have a kid :')

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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In his defence, he thought he was being really subtle.

You didn’t even realise nor suspect you were pregnant when you found out. It had been a normal day off for the two of you. Remus had gotten out of bed and headed to a nearby bakery to buy some fresh pastries for breakfast while you brewed some coffee. The second the boy walked in through the door, he had paused and asked you if someone was visiting. 

You were confused but Remus was adamant the smell in the house had shifted. When he was closer to you, he realised your smell had shifted. And one trip to the pharmacy later, you had a positive pregnancy test telling you that you were expecting. 

Remus was terrified. Downright shitting himself if he was being completely honest. But there was an excitement coursing through him that he couldn’t explain. A family was never something he considered as a possibility in his future. He hadn’t even convinced himself he would find someone who loved him as unconditionally as you did either. 

So, to have both, to have the love of his life carrying their family, Remus wasn’t the most vigilant in his surroundings. Nor was he very subtle. 

The group had noticed a solid week after you and Remus found out that there was a shift. Remus had always been protective over you, he was protective over everyone he cared about. But it felt like someone had turned the dial up to one hundred when it came to you.

He was jumping up to do stuff for you before you could even think about doing it yourself. He was always fussing and making sure you were comfortable. He would always be touching you in some sort of way, and on more than one occasion, his hand rested suspiciously on your stomach. 

It didn’t take a genius to figure out you were pregnant. And so much was confirmed when Sirius was in his animagus form, the innate ability for dogs to know was something he also shared. All it took was a little cuddle from you to confirm. 

And the others wanted to wait until you felt comfortable enough to share with them, but Sirius and James liked to push Remus’ buttons a little.

“You know, Moony,” Sirius had started one night, a beer bottle in his hand as he lounged back on the couch with his head on Marlene’s lap. “You really are the dad of the group.” 

Remus froze before he let out a nervous laugh. “What?”

“Yeah, you just give such a fatherly vibe,” James continued as he nodded his head. “I mean, you practically are a dad already.”

Remus’ eyes widened. “What? Me? A dad? No, pfft! Don’t know where you heard that one!”

“I meant to us, Moony,” James said with an innocent smile, trying to bite back his laughs whilst Sirius shoved his face further into Marlene’s thigh to muffle his own. “You’re a father to us.”

“Right,” Remus said as he forced out a laugh, his arm protectively wrapping around you. “Of course.”

“Oh give it up before you kill the poor boy,” you scoffed, shaking your head as you looked between the two boys in amusement. You then glanced up at your boyfriend with a fond smile before you said, “honey, they know.”

Remus blinked. “Know what?”

You shot him a look.

Remus’ head whirled around to face his friends. “How do you know?!” 

“You’re so fucking obvious with it, mate!” Sirius cackled, shaking his head. “You’re already acting like a mother hen on crack!”

“I am not,” Remus scoffed before shrugging. “Yeah no, I am. Look, we did mean to tell—”

“It’s fine, Remus, we get it,” Lily said with a reassuring smile. “You wanted to tell us when you were ready.”

“Well jokes on you, now you have to deal with his baby rambles,” you said with a snort as you took a sip of your apple juice. “He hasn’t shut up about the nursery since we found out.”

“Aww, our little Moony is gonna have his own little moony,” James teased, though there were smiles all around.

“Hell yeah I am,” Remus grinned proudly as he puffed his chest out. “Gonna have the best kid you’ve ever seen. Just you wait.”

Sirius snorted. “They are gonna be a little smart ass like you too.”

Remus shrugged. “The little guy is gonna have you running in circles when you babysit, Pads. Just you see.”

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#cece's slumblurb party #remus lupin #marauders #harry potter #hp #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin fic #remus lupin one shot #marauders x reader #marauders x you #marauders x y/n #marauders fic #marauders one shot #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #harry potter one shot #hp x reader #hp x you #hp x y/n #hp fic #hp one shot

[buckybarnesss]

The idea of Derek being present in season 5 and being supportive of Stiles intrigues me because of the potential contrast to Stiles & Malia. Malia knew about Donovan but didn't care in the way that Stiles needed her to when he was struggling. Which isn't her fault - she's not human, didn't grow up human, and thus has no understanding of WHY Stiles would be upset.

Malia is definitely one of the characters I think JD mishandled the most.

The potential Scott vs Derek is delicious, because they both went through the Nogitsune ordeal, and because Derek also trusts Stiles implicitly, whereas that trust between Scott and Stiles is frayed.

Derek and the sheriff would 100% destroy any and all evidence against Stiles. It wouldn't even be a question in their minds.

do not get me started on malia tate and how badly she was mishandled. i know she isn't the most popular character but i love her and she deserved so much better than what they gave her.

derek in s5 would've been so intriguing. i was actually making a list of why derek couldn't be in s5 because it'd just break everything.

he'd take one look at theo and called him a great value version of peter and theo would have to no choice but to die of shame

would help and support malia with killing corrine because corrine is trying to kill her.

also it'd be really interesting for derek to have to confront the idea that talia hale forced someone to carry a pregnancy they didn't want in addition to removing peter's memories of it which removed peter's agency in the situation.

he would definitely been able to help liam with his control and be someone liam could actually turn to for advice and help when he felt like scott wasn't listening.

if liam bonded with and grew to trust derek it would've been a great echo of the situation with isaac back in s3. scott could've felt jealous and threatened over it.

he also probably could've been useful with helping kira find control over her fox thereby rendering the skin walker plot useless.

derek would've figured out jordan was a hellhound.

the scott and derek dynamic would've been interesting as fuck because scott was failing as an alpha in the way derek did and scott wasn't very understanding of derek's failures and short comings.

he would've been such a great support system for stiles which would've undermined theo's entire agenda. derek would've never doubted stiles not after everything they'd been through together.

i would've loved to hear his thoughts about the whole le bête situation and how he would've handled that with the argents. like fuck off and die already gerard.

#my blog #teen wolf #thoughts on teen wolf #derek hale #sterek

[joelsgreys]

Always Be Safe (Steve Rogers x Pregnant Avenger)

Summary: After a dangerous mission ends in failure, you and the rest of the team just narrowly escape before being killed. On the way back to the compound, reality hits you and are forced to tell Steve that you have been keeping a very important secret from him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of death, angst, ends with a dash of fluff.

Length: 1.2k

A/N: Easing back into writing after a couple of weeks of being gone!

Your stomach was turning. The bile was quickly climbing its way up your throat.

Shutting your eyes, you pressed your lips together into a tight, thin line hoping that you could keep it down.

It was taking every ounce of strength you had left inside you not to be violently sick.

“Are you alright?” Wanda’s worried voice came from beside you. “You’re pale.”

“Fine,” You managed to squeak out in reply before sinking down into your seat.

Of course you weren’t fine. Neither she, nor was anyone else sitting in the ship.

Not after what you had all just witnessed on your latest mission.

An entire city had been destroyed.

It had been obliterated to absolutely nothing.

Hundreds of people were dead. And you, along with everyone else who was on board would have been dead too, had it not been for Clint, who had flown the ship in to rescue you just mere moments before being blown to smithereens. It’s not like this was the first time that you’ve had a brush with death—you had been part of The Avengers for a long time now and you’ve had a decent number of dangerous missions go south before. But this time things were different. After getting back positive results for a pregnancy test from the medical facilities back at the compound a couple of weeks ago, you had fallen into some kind of stage of complete denial. For several days since then, you carried on with your normal duties as if nothing had changed. You didn’t have to think twice about joining the team on the latest mission, even though you knew that where you were going had been labeled as a complete war zone. 

“You need to tell him,” Wander murmured quietly, causing your head to snap in her direction, your eyes wide.

She knew. Of course she knew, how could she not?

She fucking knew everything.

“Wanda,” You said her name, your voice strained. “Please. Don’t tell anyone—especially, not Steve.”

“It’s not something you can keep a secret forever,” she reminded you, logically. “And besides that, he deserves to know. He has a right to know that he is going to be a father.”

Subconsciously, you lifted a hand and lightly placed it over your stomach. You closed your eyes and leaned forward into your seat, bracing yourself to place your head down between your knees in case another wave of sickness came over you.

That’s when it slowly dawned on you that you simply couldn’t do this anymore.

You couldn’t put your life at risk, not when you were carrying another life, one far more precious, inside of you. 

And yet, this was your duty. This is all you had known for years.

How could you give up being an Avenger?

“Hey.”

Slightly startled, you opened your eyes.

You hadn’t even noticed when Steve had taken Wanda’s spot next to you. 

“You don’t look so good,” he stated, observing you with a concerned gaze.

You quickly let your hand drop away from your stomach. “I’m fine, Cap.”

Steve shot you a knowing look. “It’s okay. You don’t have to lie to me.”

“But I’m not lying.”

He moved closer to you and reached up, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I saw the look on your face,” he said, lowering his voice. “When shit hit the fan back there. This was a hard loss for us, I know.”

“Steve.” You spoke weakly, feeling yet another wave of nausea coming over you. 

“It’s okay. You don’t have to put on a brave face for anyone,” he assured you, gently. “At least not for me.”

A tear slid down your cheek—it was quickly followed by another and another.

“Steve?” You whispered. “There’s—there’s something that I have to tell you.”

Steve quickly took your hand in his. “What is it, my love? What’s the matter?”

You tried to speak, but the fear instantly overwhelmed you. 

“You can tell me,” Steve encouraged, squeezing your hand. “What is it?”

Dropping your gaze away from his, you let out a small, hesitant sigh.

“Do you remember when I went to the medical facility two weeks ago?”

He nodded. “Of course I do. I’m the one who made you go in the first place. You were ill, and could hardly get out of bed for days.” His grip on your hand tightened and a worried expression flashed across his face. “Why? Is something wrong? Are you sick?”

“No. I’m not sick, Steve. I’m pregnant.”

Steve’s blue eyes went wide with pure, utter shock as he hissed, “What?”

“The physician ran a number of tests, including a pregnancy test. It came back positive.”

He let go of your hand and looked away from you, letting your words sink in. 

Your throat and mouth went dry. “Steve, please say something.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know how—”

Steve cut you off sharply. “You didn’t know how?”

You blinked furiously in a futile attempt to hold back more tears. “Steve, I don’t blame you for being angry. I didn’t mean to keep this a secret from you. I wanted to tell you right away, and I see now that I should have.”

He fell completely silent once again, his eyes fixed on the floor of the ship.

“I’m sorry.”

“I would have never let you come if I had known,” he murmured.

“I wasn’t going to let you come on this mission without me—”

“You put your life at risk!” He shouted, jumping up to his feet. “You put the baby, our baby, at risk! How could you do something so foolish, so selfish? What were you thinking?”

Your face grew incredibly hot as everyone glanced your way in shock—except for Wanda, of course.

“You’re pregnant?” Natasha gasped, lifting her hands to her mouth.

“Oh shit!” Sam exclaimed.

“Really, Rogers, you knocked her up?” Tony’s irritated voice followed. He’d be down an Avenger for months. “How many times do I have to tell you to wrap it before you tap it—”

“Guys!” Wanda fiercely glared at everyone into turning back into their seats and minding their own business.

No longer able to keep your composure, you dropped your face into your hands and started sobbing quietly into them. 

Steve dropped to his knees in front of you, his expression softening. He gently took your wrists and pulled your hands away from your face. “Hey. Look at me. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you like that. I’m sorry.”

“What are we going to do, Steve?” You whispered, feeling your heart ache at the image of the children that you had seen on your mission. “We can’t bring a baby into this world.”

“What are you talking about?” He shook his head incredulously. “Of course we can.”

“How can you say that when we both know how awful and ugly this world can be?” You shook your head.

“But we both also know how beautiful this world can be too. I know we just had a rough mission, but don’t let one of our failures cloud your judgement—”

“Think about the risks,” You whispered. “With this baby having not one, but two Avengers as parents! It’s life could possibly be put in danger from the moment it’s born.”

“It won’t be easy, but this baby…” He paused and the corners of his lips turned upwards into a small smile. “This baby will never be in harm’s way, my love. This baby has you and me to protect him or her, to stand in any fight for him or her.”

“Do you really think that we can do this, Cap? You think we can keep our baby safe?”

Steve lifted himself up to give you a soft, tender kiss.

“Yes, I do. This baby will always be safe, no matter what. I will make sure of it,” he promised you. 

#steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers #steve rodgers imagine #steve rodgers x y/n #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #steve rogers angst #chris evans characters

[mariaofdoranelle]

Look at Us Now - Ch. 11

Fic masterlist

This week I had to reassure two different friends about a Rowaelin HEA for this fic, can you believe this? It’s like you guys don’t trust my fluff-loving side at all lmaoo

Warnings: language, drunk idiots

Word count: 4,4k

As a soon-to-be mother, Aelin was so proud of her baby girl for growing so much.

As an orthopedist, she was mourning the perfect posture she used to have.

Fenrys stopped at the kitchen’s doorstep to stare at her. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m trying to save my lombardic curve. Stop being weird about it.”

He shrugged and sat on the nearest couch as Aelin tried to adjust that arched back of hers. Holy rutting Mala, why did pregnancy make her go through all that?

“Is Dorian coming tonight?”

“Probably. If he feels like it.” Fenrys shrugged. “It’s not that serious.”

Aelin crossed her arms, clamping her lips together as she tried to look serious. “You’re just casually seeing each other every day?”

“Exactly.” He turned on the TV. “Just like you and Rowan are platonically living together and having a baby.”

She gaped, but still sat by his side. “Take it back!”

“Absolutely not! Do you think Rowan just…” Fenrys flailed his arms around, looking for an example. “He doesn’t goes around massaging everyone’s feet, Aelin. I’m pretty sure you’re the only person he does that for.”

She crossed her arms, chin up. “He does it for me, but not because of me. I just happen to be carrying his baby.”

“The baby is inside the belly, not the feet.”

She sighed, forcing her voice into a lower, calmer tone. “Look, you weren’t there, but he clearly wasn’t interested. He only changed because of the baby. And I’m not complaining about it, I had fun, I’m just saying that if he wanted non-platonic stuff with me, he would tell me.”

Fenrys looked her dead in the eye. “You had a boyfriend.”

“And that never stopped him from fucking me senseless. Wouldn’t stop him from seeing me outside the base if he wanted to.”

It was true, and it was also killing her. Every time Rowan ran to a store to buy something she was craving or massaged her swollen feet, Aelin had the painful reminder that, when it was just her, all she got was cock and a couch inside his office. Rowan just learned very early on that happy mom means happy baby, and she was trying to be okay with it.

They were just having casual sex at first, and now he seemed okay with keeping things platonic for their kid. There was no use in reading between the lines.

After that, Aelin decided to go find Rowan at her house. Fenrys was nice enough to be silent when Dorian was there, but his bed still got squeaky sometimes.

She hired a company to paint her house, since she couldn’t smell paint because of the baby, nor could she let Rowan paint the entire four-bedroom house the Air Force provided her. He protested her decision, but he was already doing too much for her.

Aelin had a feeling that, if she asked him to build a house from scratch for this baby, he’d do it alone without thinking twice.

She had already grown familiar with the path between her house and Rowan’s. The sound of the leaves when the wind got a little stronger never failed to soothe her, and Aelin was excited to co-parent a kid with such close proximity.

Which could be even closer, if her new idea worked out.

When Aelin stepped into her house, the first thing she noticed was the faint sound of Syd Barrett spilling his guts, and she looked for the source until she found Rowan lying on the nursery’s floor.

He didn’t seem surprised when she walked in, though. He probably listened to her footsteps all the way to the baby’s room.

“I didn’t know you were into junkies from the 60’s.”

Rowan got up to get another pillow and help ease her onto the floor. “You listen to them all the time.”

Aelin closed her eyes, feeling the muscles on her back relax now that she was lying too. “My parents were fans.”

Rowan’s hand found her scalp, and Aelin almost purred. God, she was too weak for those.

“You think about them a lot?” He asked.

“More often now that I’m pregnant. And with insomnia.”

Pregnancy just made her think of them more often now, but it wasn’t the crushing type of grief she felt during her late childhood and early teen years. It was bittersweet.

Rowan hummed, never ceasing to caress her hair. “Did you try eating an apple before bed? It helps to induce sleep.”

“No, I haven’t.” Aelin hid her face on his side, trying her best not to laugh.

Apples before bed did absolutely nothing for people with sleep disorders. Rowan didn’t know that her pregnancy was just making a deeper problem worse, though. Aelin couldn’t take any kind of sleeping pills with a baby on the way, and telling him this problem with no solution was just going to make the Buzzard worry to death.

Aelin had been off her antidepressants for almost two years, so this new development made her ghost her psychiatrist and decide to go back once she stopped breastfeeding. She had plenty of time to tell Rowan about that.

Aelin closed her eyes and grinned. “This song is so silly. I love how he laughs halfway into it.”

It was a good song, but he just repeated the name Maisie over and over most of the time.

“It isn’t silly,” Rowan protested. “He’s stoned out of his mind, and the only thing he feels like doing is repeating that girl’s name over and over. It’s kinda relatable”

“Rowan Whitethorn.” Her voice was low as she looked at him with widened, surprised eyes. “Are you coming out as a stoner?”

Chuckling, he playfully pinched her upper arm and turned sideways to face her while lying. “The name is really cute.”

“Maisie?”

“Yeah.”

She chewed her bottom lip, thinking this over. The name was adorable. “But we’re not naming our daughter after a junkie’s song, right?”

“No.” He shook his head, as if erasing the idea. “Of course not.”

They just stayed there, letting the album play as Aelin took in the baby’s room. It was so cute she felt like her chest could burst any minute.

She made Rowan and Aedion put a baby blue wallpaper, even if the Air Force’s regiment said every wall should be plain white. The furniture was in white wood, except for the little dresser in the corner.

It was wooden as well, but every drawer was a different shade of blue, getting darker at the bottom. The knobs were sea life themed, and it took Aelin a lifetime to decide which animal went with what drawer.

It was the cutest, babiest little thing. She woke Rowan up at 1 am to show this finding when she saw it online. It was her favorite part of the nursery.

Aelin felt her heart bang again when she met Rowan’s deep, inquisitive eyes.

“What’s on your mind?”

She placed her pillow closer to Rowan and hugged him. “Thank you.”

He had been pulling Aelin’s house together day and night, completely ignoring her protests about not letting her do much.

Rowan didn’t say anything, just caressed her head in that way that made her melt.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” she continued.

He hummed.

“Your house doesn’t have much of the baby vibe. With the parade of one-night stands and all.”

Rowan sighed. “I know I need to have this talk with—“

She shushed him. The house was Fenrys’ as well, and she didn’t want a surprise baby to disrupt his lifestyle.

“I thought of something. It’s not a permanent solution, but I won’t put an expiration date on it either.”

Rowan leaned closer, watching her intently.

“When I move into this house, you could come with me—“

He engulfed her in a hug, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Yes.”

“You can pick any room you’d—“

“Yes.”

“So neither of us will be alone with a newborn—“

“Yes.”

Aelin laughed, feeling her chest tremble against his own. Alright, he didn’t need a lot of explanations. She got that.

They just stared at each other for a moment. Aelin felt her heart knock on her throat and do fuzzy little flips as she watched how Rowan’s smile made his eyes light up.

For the first time, she could put a name on the jolt of electricity he made her feel.

She was falling, and bracing herself for the bone crush.

~~

It was funny how everyone from this soccer moms’ night out was telling her to stop being shy and sing with Lysandra. Aelin wasn’t a shy person at all, she was just someone who knew her strengths. Singing wasn’t one of them.

There was no amount of fancy drinks that could make her go up on that stage, but now that Lys made the crowd ask no nicely…

Dorian was trying to save Aedion’s love life in a bar two blocks away. If this became a huge embarrassment, she could just leave, pretend this never happened and join them there. Aelin got up and took the second mic, not missing the cheery crowd—and especially her table—stirring things up.

“What are you two singing?” The employee with the computer asked.

“Lana?” Aelin suggested, but her friend had a vacant stare on the crowd.

She poked Lys on the ribs. “What are we singing?”

“Oh.” She jerked Aelin’s way, blinking, but then her disoriented face turned into a roguish grin. “Peppers.”

Not a question, but Lys and the employee still sought Aelin’s confirmation before starting.

Aelin was just singing at first. She wasn’t stiff, but there was nothing much to her moves. However, when the pre-chorus was reaching its end, Lysandra placed one hand on hand on Aelin’s hips in an attempt to loosen it, and that’s when she understood.

Lys didn’t want to sing a song. She wanted them to give a full show. And now that Aelin understood, she wouldn’t settle for less.

She was rolling her hips, swaying her whole body and toying with her hair as the lyrics suggested. Aelin had no idea if the tables were stirring them in because they were actually good or just two excited drunks, but she was eating it up.

“Put your hands on my knees, baby!” Someone screamed, referencing the song lyric.

Aelin had a snarky remark ready, but kept to herself when she realized it came from a woman, not a creepy dude. Instead, she swayed her hips harder and went down so she could put her hands on her knees in a little provocative manner. The lesbian roared, making her cackle mid-chorus.

And you know what? Tonight was about girls. Aelin came with her soccer mom friends to talk about girl things and sip girly drinks. If she was doing sexy dances tonight, it was for the lesbians. And bisexual girls. Non-binary too—

Lys tapped her shoulder when she stopped singing, too distracted counting all the letters from the acronym to check if she wasn’t forgetting anything. Fuck. She blamed it on the tequila.

Aelin smiled at the crowd when the song ended, taking the applause and fame in. Maybe she should quit orthopedics to perform for a living. Maybe that was her true calling.

All of those thoughts came to a halt when she paused to carefully study the room, though. Her heart stopped just to go back at the highest speed.

Rowan. By the side of a hot redhead.

He was staring at her, and there was no way to decipher that intense look in his eyes. His lips were pursed, but even if Rowan looked pissed, he never took his eyes off her. Not while she was on stage, not when Lys dragged her by the arm to the ladies’ room.

The redhead was looking between them the whole time, probably figuring something out already.

Aelin didn’t do anything when she got to the bathroom, though. Just stood there, staring at a blank spot in the wall. She was so shocked she barely noticed the distinctive reek of a bar’s bathroom. Lys was watching her the whole time, forehead wrinkled and hands on her hips.

This silence was too much, especially since Lys knew most of whatever went down with Rowan.

Well, that didn’t matter now. If the last weeks gave her any doubt about how she should proceed now that they were in a better situation, this just gave her rational side more certainty. He had moved on already, and so should she.

Aelin decided to reapply her lipstick just to do something with her hands.

“I’m assuming you saw Rowan with that woman.”

Yes, and not with any woman. It was the kind of woman who made single moms question their sexuality.

“A redhead?” Aelin’s voice came out slightly high-pitched as she stopped reapplying her lipstick to protest, searching for Lys’ concerned gaze through the bathroom mirror. “I thought he liked blondes. When did blondes stop being the hottest option?”

“You’d still be hotter than her if she were blonde. Or if you were a redhead.”

“This is not about me.” Aelin closed her lipstick, rolling her eyes. “I’m talking about men’s choices in general. It’s an anthropological observation.”

Lies, lies, lies. But Aelin didn’t even tell her therapist about old feelings resurfacing, she wasn’t about to pour her heart out to her newest friend while drunk at a club. Especially not while Rowan was having a hot date.

She raised her eyebrows, looking as if she was tired of explaining something obvious. “Even though he was ogling you like a dog staring at meat through a butcher’s shop window?”

Aelin put away her lipstick and gave Lys a pointed look. “He was not.”

“I was there. I remember it all too well.”

Aelin’s eyes widened. “We could sing that.”

“We can, because you’re not crashing Rowan’s date tonight.”

Aelin was carefully silent. She’d be lying if she said that idea didn’t cross her mind.

“You’re not.” Lysandra’s tone was firm, and she placed both hands on her friend’s shoulders. “You’re going to repeat after me: I’m Aelin Galathynius.”

Aelin giggled. “You’re not Aelin Galathynius.”

Lys squeezed her friend’s shoulders harder than necessary. “Say it.”

She straightened her posture. “I’m Aelin Galathynius.”

“And I’m too mature to crash Rowan’s date.”

“And I’m too mature to crash Rowan’s date,” she lied.

“Great.” Lys took a deep breath and pointed to the door. “Let’s get back to our table.”

Aelin went from the restroom’s door straight to Rowan.

“Good to see you got out of your house for once.”

Rowan slowly assessed her outfit with that judgy gaze of his, making her skin burn. ”Good to see you singing something that isn’t a nursery rhyme.”

Aelin crossed her arms. “I thought you were seeing a guy tonight.”

Rowan mirrored her expression. “So did I.”

Wait, he thought who would be seeing a guy?

His date extended a hand. “Hi. I’m Ansel.”

She begrudgingly shook it. “Aelin.”

God, this was awkward. She should’ve listened to Lysandra and stayed at her table. But when she saw Rowan there on a date with this gorgeous homewrecker with incredibly shiny hair… Aelin felt like she was burning from the inside out, and not in a good way.

Something about her face must’ve showed, because Ansel pointed between her and Rowan and said, “This is totally platonic. Fenrys thought Rowan could have a night out, so he stayed with the kid and set this up.”

“This is…” Rowan tilted his head, frowning at the redhead. “Exactly and not exactly what happened at the same time.”

Ansel elbowed him, making him straighten his posture.

“This is exactly what happened,” Rowan amended.

“Rowan?” Ansel put a hand on his shoulder to grab his attention, and Aelin almost singed it off with her eyes. “Can we talk for a second?”

They excused themselves and got just far enough so they’d be out of earshot. It looked like they we bickering. Ansel pointed at Aelin with her head. Rowan’s body stiffened. She pointed at the door. He pulled at his shirt cuffs and nodded. Aelin would kill to hear whatever that exchange was, especially because when Rowan approached her, Ansel was… smirking? As weird at this sounds, it looked a lot like a smirk.

“Hey.” Rowan didn’t sit again, just got close enough so she’d hear him over the terrible performance of an 80’s song. “I’m going to call an uber. Can you stay here?”

Aelin felt her heart sink. “You’re leaving with her?”

“What? No!” His eyebrows shot up as if the idea was absurd. “I’m calling Ansel’s uber. I was asking if you can wait for me here. Or at the tables outside, anywhere but the club part.”

Aelin nodded, chuckling. The loud, buzzing dance floor by the entrance must’ve been a terrifying sight for Rowan.

She found the soccer moms and quickly explained she’d be with Rowan in the other room. They seemed to understand the situation, which was good. Aelin was friendly with everyone there, but the only person she was close with was Lys. That one would be blasting their DM tomorrow morning, there was no doubt.

Rowan came back just a few minutes after she found them a table at a calmer area outside.

The breeze hitting her shoulders was gentle, but still stronger than her thin, backless shirt. Still, Aelin held her head high, refusing to feel bad for crashing and ruining his date.

“How many beers did you pay her?”

Rowan leaned back on his chair, a playful glint in his eye. “Three, why?”

“You’re paying me four.” He opened his mouth, but she raised a finger and beat him to it. “No questions asked.”

Rowan chugged his beer after their first round came. “I don’t know why you’re being like this. Aren’t you dating other people too?”

“What?” Aelin slightly shook her head, mouth ajar. “Where is this coming from?”

He tilted his head. “You were very clear about wanting more kids.”

“And then you made an assumption about my dating life.”

Rowan didn’t answer, unwavering.

Aelin held a finger up. “First, I told you I haven’t figured that out yet.” Another finger up. “Second, I wasn’t in a relationship the first time, I don’t need one to have kids again.” She shrugged. “For all you know, I could be talking about adoption or fertilization.”

Rowan had his arms crossed, eyes squinted at her. “Why would you pay to have kids if we did that for free the last time?”

The mix of what he’d just said and his displeased face made her cackle. Hard. Her head was tilted back, her body trembling as she tried to regain composure and feel less breathless.

“Why is this funny?” He protested, trying and failing to hide a silly smile. “I’m just saying that if you don’t have another person you’d like to… share genes with, the reasonable thing to do would be make the other children genetically compatible with Maisie.” He sipped his beer, looking nonchalant. “In case one of them needs a kidney or a bone marrow transplant.”

“Alright.” She chugged the rest of her beer down. “Let’s suppose I decide to do that. Would you donate your sperm and sign off parental rights?”

“Absolutely not!” He blurted, clutching his beer for dear life as if it’d protect his imaginary kids from Aelin’s modern ideas. “I’d make and raise them the old-fashioned way.”

Aelin leaned towards Rowan, her pulse skyrocketing as her breath fanned against the shell of his ear. “I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

There was no mistaking the way he trembled under her whisper. Rowan found the exposed curve of her waist with his hands like a magnet, the tips of his fingers pressing against her skin.

Rowan’s pupils were dilated, his forest-green irises looked on fire. “Stop teasing me. We’re drunk.”

Aelin leaned back on her seat and sipped her drink, chest filled with satisfaction even after being rejected. It was really hard to feel defeated now, since Rowan was too intoxicated to take his eyes off her golden top.

“You were a lot more fun six years ago.”

Rowan chuckled and finished his bottle. “Next round?”

Aelin confirmed at the same time her phone started ringing.

“Dor? Is everything okay—“

“I can’t stand your cousin anymore, Aelin! I’m dumping him in the sewers!”

She chuckled, not missing Rowan’s curious gaze. “Did Aed drink too much?”

“That too! He went straight to a woman and slurred: ‘you’re the prettiest girl I’ve seen this week.’ I can’t do this, Aelin. He’s unsalvageable.”

Aelin snorted. “Alright, give me five minutes and I’ll text you.”

“Too long!”

She finished the call before Dorian could protest further. Rowan had his head tilted, waiting for an explanation.

“Dorian’s bored, so he decided to be Aedion’s wingman tonight. They’re at a bar close by, so we agreed to uber back together.”

“Uber together where? Dorian lives in the opposite side of town.”

She shrugged. “Who knows? You know how Dorian is.”

That explanation seemed enough for Rowan. It didn’t take long for them to decide it was way past their bedtime already, so they decided to head out as well.

They needed to have their wristbands scanned at the cashier near the exit, and she took a step back when Rowan mentioned for her arm as well.

Aelin shook her head. “I spent a small fortune in frilly cocktails.”

He didn’t say a thing, just gently took her wrist and showed it to the cashier.

The outside of the club looked the same it did hours ago, except the line to enter was longer, making the street too loud for it to be the middle of the night.

“Heeeey.” Aelin made a twist to look him in the eye, but stumbled on her heels. Rowan tried to catch her from falling, but she beat him to it. She was just that kind of independent drunk. “Your mom invited me to your trip with Maisie the last time she was in town.”

Rowan snorted. “Sounds like her.”

Every year, Rowan and Maisie visited the southeastern beach house his parents retired in. Inviting Aelin to her ex’s trip without letting him know was something only Rory Whitethorn could pull off. She was a… peculiar person, to say the least. Aelin loved her to death.

“What did you tell her?” He asked.

Aelin tried to look nonchalant, thankful he couldn’t tell the tingling in her limbs. “What was I supposed to tell her? I already crashed your date, I won’t crash your trip too.”

To be fair, Aelin didn’t say anything because she would not, under any circumstance, invite herself to Rowan’s trip. And by under any circumstance, she meant only if she was drunk.

He shrugged. “Maisie would love it if you went.”

She gave him a pointed look. “Of course Maisie would want me to go. I’m talking about you. Would you feel comfortable with me there?”

Rowan’s shoulders dropped, and something in his eyes melted. “Of course I would. Do you want to come with me next month?”

Aelin flipped her hair, not looking him in the eye. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

He snorted and placed a hand on the back of her shoulder, gently stroking that patch of skin with his thumb until their uber arrived.

Rowan opened the backseat door for her, but a very drunk Aedion called his name from the inside.

She leaned closer to Rowan and whispered, “I think he wants you to go in the middle.”

He sighed, but complied.

The moment they got inside and closed the door, Aedion laid down on the backseat, resting his head on Rowan’s lap and hugging his middle. “I love you, man.”

Rowan petted his head the same way he’d do to a dog. “You’re okay.”

“Aw,” Dorian cooed from the passenger seat. “He got so happy when he saw you outside.”

“Are you staying with Aedion?” Rowan asked, since the driver was getting them farther from Dorian’s apartment each minute.

“No, I’m staying with you. You stole my boyfriend, remember?”

Rowan’s face was flat when he replied, “Thanks for letting me know.”

Grinning at the bickering, Aelin rested her head on Rowan’s shoulders and nearly purred when his hand met her scalp. He chuckled. She lightly elbowed his ribs.

“You know damn well I’m weak for those,” she mumbled, eyes blissfully closed.

“I do.”

Aelin almost fell asleep right there, all because of Rowan’s skilled hands. She would’ve, if it wasn’t for the seat bumping as the driver sped, and the annoying air freshener in the car.

When they arrived, Rowan decided to drop Aelin off while Dorian did the same to a nearly dead drunk Aedion, and they’d meet later. Or Dorian could just break into the house through Fenrys’ window like he used to, that part wasn’t clear.

“There’s this thing nagging me,” Rowan said as they walked through her front garden.

“Spill.”

“Dorian seemed to know you were with the soccer moms all the time, but Fenrys seemed so clueless about this earlier today.”

“Oh.” Aelin leaned against a pillar, scrambling for a nice way to explain this. “Dorian doesn’t tell much about me to Fenrys, since it’d be the same as telling you. I never asked him to do this, but he’s just that loyal.”

Rowan’s expression seemed downcast for a beat, then he concealed it with a grin. “Keeping secrets, Lieutenant?”

Aelin crouched to get the keys from under the front mat, trying to downplay how much that harmless question made her heart twist. Something about her demeanor must’ve given it away, since he changed the subject.

“You know it’s not safe to leave your keys there, right? Why didn’t you take them with you?”

Aelin got up again and sighed, already knowing it was too much for his male brain to understand. “My purse is small, and the keys would scratch my lipstick tube.”

Rowan shook his head, but a small smile betrayed his disapproving face. “So between your lipstick and your house keys, you’d rather keep the lipstick?”

“Absolutely. I need to keep my priorities straight.”

He chuckled, eyes soft as their corners crinkled. “Good night, Aelin.”

Rowan held her upper arm for a beat, caressing it with his thumb, and then let her go.

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A Merman’s Tale

And now, for the finale... Thank you all for sticking around and reading this story ♥ Took much longer than anticipated, but I hope you guys enjoyed it and thank you everyone for sending in your thoughts and chats about this story ♥ Please make sure to read the warnings and prepare for a long last chapter! Enjoy!

Warnings: Yandere, Violence (Manhandling the reader, Killing of a fellow merman), Gore (Blood Mention, Teeth Mark mention, Mention of losing a leg), Reader breaking/giving up, Mermaids, Big monsters with big features, Possessiveness, Pregnancy, Mention of Abuse, Very long post

[Part 1] - [Part 2] - [Part 3] - [Part 4] - [Part 5]

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Atreo's fascination for your wounds was sickening.

Not just on the surface of 'he put them there,' but also from the pain he induced by dragging his wet fingers over the still bleeding flesh, saltwater mingling with your blood. You let out a long, pained groan as he once again clawed deep in your shoulder, licking his lips while grinning like the madman he was. Even when you two were resting, he seemed hungry for more of the delicious milking you two did just minutes ago. Or had it been hours? Lost in the feeling of pain and pleasure you didn't know how long you had been lying on top of him, face planted in his chest and his hands roaming your sore and weeping body.

At least his breathing was helping you calm down. You had fallen asleep right after getting fucked by him, but you weren't spared his attention-seeking touches that woke you up in a bad mood. "You good, little coral?" he asked, his voice vibrating in his chest and causing goosebumps on your body. A shitty reaction, but after being thoroughly sensitized to him by now, who could blame you?

"- am not," you grumbled, barely able to raise your voice. "Water," you added laboriously, and Atreo's torso twisted beneath you. Not enough that it could throw you off—he was way too massive for that—but you felt every bone and muscle churn inside you as he did, causing you to hiss in pain.

Immediately he halted before his hands gripped your arms, forcing you to bend and move to his will. "What's wrong?" he demanded to know, and you could feel his concern and worry as you continued to groan in pain.

"Stop! Just stop!" you yelled at him. Miraculously, he listened to you. A small victory after being ignored many times before when you asked him to stop at any point prior to this. "Ah, fuck," you groaned, forcing your way up and off him with Atreo's help. His eyebrows furrowed as he rolled himself on top of you, propping his massive body on his arms at each side of your body. Atreo's genuine display of concern passed you as you kept moaning and feeling your wounds open and bleed again. But it was there, his touch against your cheek gentle as he called for your attention.

"Human…" he grumbled, forcing your head straight up again. But you could barely open both eyes, even when he carried the weight of your head in his hands for your relief, your body heating up even more against his cold skin. "Human, tell me what's wrong!"

His demand was dully noted by your throbbing head, but you let out a long sigh as you leaned into his palm, nuzzling it to spread the cold all over you. "It hurts," you complained softly, muttering into his hand. "Everything hurts…"

You didn't need him to touch your forehead to know you had a fever, even though it was still low. Naturally, your body was doing the best it could to help you, especially while you were always in danger with Atreo so near. But forcing at least one eye to open, glancing into his, he didn't seem to be so fearsome anymore. If anything, it was him who looked scared.

It was just for a moment, his expression turning serious almost immediately as he caressed your face carefully, soothingly spreading the natural cold of his body. Almost as if he was trying so hard to finally understand you better. "You are very warm… What do you need, pearl? Tell me what I have to do and I will."

God, if only you knew. Medicine, rest, protection. Everything except the last being things you wouldn't be able to get here. And even so, no protection from him. "Water," you repeated weakly, and Atreo reached over to the nightstand, taking the magical keg from it. It was a wonder that thing even survived the vicious fucking you two went through, feeling like Atreo trashed everything with his tails—including you. But he held up your head for you, so you wouldn't have to strain yourself, letting the water flow down your throat with a few gulps. It did help. A little bit, at least.

But not enough.

Taking a deep breath once the water cleared up and was removed from your throat, you looked over at Atreo, hovering over you and putting away the keg with a somber expression on his face. Very different from his usual chipper, egoistic or predatory demeanor. When his eyes flashed back to you, he lit up for a moment, his body tensing and showing off his refined muscles as if he was trying to woo you with his mighty appearance. However, he immediately returned from wanting to impress to being concerned again as you didn't react favorably, staring motionlessly in his direction. Hovering over you, he brought his face down, dragging his lips shallowly over your cheek and jaw. Hearing the rumble of a purr coming from him, soothed your mind, even if your body was unable to relax.

"Is it better?" he asked, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, too exhausted to show all the tension and fear he installed in you. Slowly, you shook your head, and Atreo bared his fangs. Not in anger. Or at least not anger directed at you.

"I… We… What do you do about your wounds?" you asked him softly, hoping he'd not get mad at your question again. Instead of an answer, he scoffed, puffing his chest proudly, and you knew exactly what he would say. It was almost as if you knew him well already. "I don't get wounded," he announced, and if not for feeling weak, you might have laughed at the lie. You knew he had scars. Even if they were barely visible, you could feel them when you did touch him.

When you didn't answer, a weak smile the only thing changing about you, he looked away, roaming your body. The reflection in his eyes was a pitiful sight, but it humored you that his expression turned even grimmer the longer he looked at you. "Do they hurt? My… marks…" he asked hesitantly, reaching another finger out to caress them. You flinched. Hard. Maybe even before he touched you, but it was enough to make him recoil. His attention snapped to you, and you curled up in pain, be it physical or mental.

"I didn't want to- I…"

Well, that was new. You hadn't seen Atreo flustered or overwhelmed before, and you certainly didn't prefer it to his dominance and egotistical ways. Maybe things had changed. He did talk a lot about mates and life together. Pups, as he called it. You shuddered, remembering his love-drunk rambles while he plowed into you with no regard. Urgh, you really didn't want to think about the pain below your waistline, your brain mercifully hiding it to keep your sanity.

Atreo looked around now, and you weren't sure what he saw. It was hard to follow his quick movements, harsh twists and turns, but whatever it was that caught his eye, he only grew more concerned, it seemed. Exhausted, you let your head fall to the side, cushioned by a pillow. It was nighttime again, the room not very bright even with the blue lights above you. But the water surrounding the bed didn't look as clean anymore, and you had an inkling why.

Blood. Ew.

Yeah, you hated that. Especially since it was your blood. But it seemed to do the trick as it unsettled Atreo, even more than it unsettled you. "Are you still bleeding?" he asked, and you lazily lifted your arm, which you could feel throbbing even though you didn't doubt the other wounds looking just as poorly. Drips of blood fell from the injury, and Atreo almost paled. "It's not supposed to take this long to close…" he muttered, and you huffed, not needing to say anything to remind him you were human. His weird underwater logic wasn't applicable.

Taking a deep breath, you settled back into the bed completely, losing even the last bit of strength. Atreo moved into action much more rapidly than you thought he would, gathering the blanket he had thrown off in his mating frenzy. It was sopping wet, but he still placed it over you, shaking you ever so slightly as he moved to wrap it around you, even if you had to endure the stinging of your wounds. "I'll…" he mumbled, seemingly still thinking about what to do.

"I'll be back," he finally explained, having come to a conclusion as it seemed. "Don't leave, and be quiet while I'm gone, Mate."

You wanted to scream, "Of course I'm not going anywhere, you bastard!" but instead, you just grunted in understanding, your eyelids leaden. Everything seemed to want to knock you out these days, but you understood why. Reality wasn't better than your dreams. Atreo kept tugging you in some more, purring and smoothing the woven material over you until he could be sure you were dozing off comfortably. All with as much care and gentleness as he possibly could muster. You let out your breath as you heard him slither away, the water swapping around as he exited the room, and you suddenly felt very free with his presence gone. Enough so you could drift off to sleep in peace, not caring if it would be a good or bad dream you'd have.

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Stirred by the sound of water, you awoke, still dazed and uncoordinated. The blanket had kept you surprisingly warm, or perhaps the pain had saved you from thrashing and throwing it off, so it had time to heat. Time was a non-existent concept underwater, but you felt like you'd been out for a while and yet, not long enough. The aching all over your body hadn't ceased, but it felt like your wounds had closed at least, even if you felt no less dirty and hurt.

"Atreo…" you mumbled, wanting to scold him for waking you. When had you two become close enough that you thought you could scold him? Whatever. He made you into this mess, so he could endure some verbal lashes from you as well. You barely settled back against your pillows when you felt his weight creep up on top of you, hands falling to your sides. A palm cupped your cheek, thumb traveling from the tip of your nose over your lips that parted instinctively, but you forced them close quickly, getting nicked by his claw. Groaning over the new pain, you tried to open your eyes, finding them to be glued and crusty. You'd have to rub them first, so you merely sighed, still not strong enough to fight with him.

Much to your frustration, Atreo returned to licking your wounds, and you groaned, annoyed. "Pretty, pretty human," he mumbled, his voice so hoarse and growly, it felt weird against your skin. Peeling you out of your warm blanket, he nibbled at your shoulder, traveling to your collarbones and down to your tits, leaving a tickling sensation everywhere. You shuddered, feeling your anger rise until he found his way to your bite mark, tasting it with an appreciative chortle. You cried out briefly in pain as his tongue licked you incessantly.

His hand clasped over your mouth before the sound could even travel beyond the bed and you choked, suddenly robbed of air as the huge palm covered most of your face. "Shhh!" she hissed at you, and suddenly, things turned from weird to alarming. Forcing your eyes open, you expected your—your?—monstrous merman with his gray skin and endlessly dark eyes to look at you. But after the initial annoyance settled, your eyes finally managed to focus, snapping wide open when you met his gaze.

Not black, red. Clashing with the blue lights inside the nest. Instead of gray skin, the mermaid was much brighter, white almost, with pitch black markings dragging down his back and tail like a blanket. And he was large. Atreo was a huge monster, but this one should have barely fit the hole in the ground used as an entrance. You had no idea who he was, what he was, or why he was here. But for a moment, everything was silent, no bubbling water or loud breaths around you. The calm before the storm.

And before you knew it, you screamed.

Much, much louder than you ever had before.

Forcefully you were crashed into the bed, more brutal and crude than Atreo ever did it, perhaps caused by your assailant's size compared to Atreo's. Your body was already in pain before, but this sure as hell didn't help. Something cracked beneath you, and it was either the bed or your back. All you could think was fuck, fuck, fuck, and how you'd fit into this body wholly. It was massive, gigantic, absolutely enormous. Swallow-you-whole-sized. And now this giant body moved forward, his forehead bumping into yours while his eyes never closed to blink, only staring at you. "Shhhhhhhhhh!" he repeated himself, this time even more incessant, and you whimpered pitifully, tears shooting into your eyes, as a reaction to this intruder.

You had questions—so many of them. But even if you had a chance to talk, you probably wouldn't have been able to utter a word. "Do you want him to come and rip us both apart?" the unknown merman hissed, and your breath hitched as you realized who he was talking about. The situation really didn't look so good from an outsider's view. And you had tiredly promised Atreo to stay quiet and inside, though, to your credit, that's exactly what you did. But you didn't want to know how he'd interpret this situation.

So you shook your head as best as you could, and he huffed, his hand remaining. Still, he returned to your body, loosening the eye contact and returning to lap at what he could reach. "So tasty," he murmured, and you shuddered some more, goosebumps erecting all over your still intact skin. "And so… wasted."

The merman looked up, his expression less than subtly annoyed, and you could barely understand the reason. "I can't understand how he can toy with you like this and leave you to bleed out." Lips curling into a grin, he crooked his head to the side, a truly nasty expression on his face. "I thought only we orcas played with our food, but it seems we're not the only one."

"Helped me find you, though," he admitted, burying his massive head in your chest and taking a deep breath. "You have such a lovely smell. And you don't taste half bad either, even though I was surprised to find a live human."

You were still in a lot of shock, trying to understand everything he was saying and unable to look away from this new threat. For the first time, you wished Atreo was here. You didn't like how Atreo looked at you, but you realized you liked this… orca, even less. All you wanted was peace and quiet to heal and gather your strength. Why was there one disaster after the other coming for you?

Feeling the tears sting in your eyes, you bit your lip, trying to stay as quiet as possible as you sobbed into his palm. His expression didn't turn rueful, but also not confused as you cried like Atreo had. Just plain indifferent. "It hurts, doesn't it?" he asked you, plain and simple. A fact, rather than the question it was worded as. You nodded, and he let his eyes skim over you. "Can imagine. At least we eat our prey after playing."

His words weren't as comforting as he might have thought, though perhaps, he just didn't care. Too fast for your liking, a grin returned to his lips. There was nothing sincere about him, no expression and no action. A killer, psychopath, perhaps. He had no empathy for your misery. Instead, he reveled in it and his superiority that he believed to have over Atreo. And yet, you were foolish enough to listen as he spoke, fixing his gaze back on yours.

"Do you want to leave? Go back?"

Your eyes widened. Deep down, you knew that you couldn't trust these human impersonators. That mistrust must have shone through your eyes, and the merman grimaced in return. "Ah, come on," he chuckled. "No need to be so wary. I'll get you back to shore for, let's say, a small price."

Free hand falling to your leg, he dragged it down, briefly brushing past the bite mark there, and you shuddered. Not just from pain but from fear of his offer. He wasn't wrong. You could complain about how unfair it all was, especially that you had to pay for your freedom. Still, in the end, if leaving and getting out of this misery at only the price of your leg was an option, it was worth the risk. You just had to be put on a lively beach and you'd probably be saved before bleeding out. The pain didn't really matter in your consideration. Only survival and freedom, with or without your leg.

He could see you were considering it, his grin turning into a smirk as he was probably thinking about his dinner. It would be double the victory, taking you from the sharks and getting to eat human meat even if it wouldn't be much. But from what you gathered, he seemed to like playing more than actually feeding. Maybe it was a mad deal. Perhaps you were an idiot for thinking this could work. It was still at least your leg on the line. But you gently muttered the word he wanted to hear into his palm, "Okay."

You must have gone completely insane to agree, but as your situation turned out to be, it was either this, dying, or staying with Atreo—possibly until you die pitifully in this underwater home because of him or even worse: old age. The thought alone of spending the rest of your life here, bored until you go crazy, was scary enough to make the price worth the loss.

"Then," he muttered, tapping his fingers to his lips. You cringed, remembering what Atreo did to supply you with oxygen. The orca grinned wider, seeing your eyes drip with disgust. "I think you know what to do."

He finally let you go, retracting his hand and allowing you to take a deep breath. It was appalling to think you'd have to cling to him, rely on the air of this stranger. But there were crazier things you were going to do than this. Like sacrificing your leg. Maybe when you got to shore, you'd manage to kick him and make a run for it. That was unless you were too far from the beach and had to swim. There was no way you could race him if it came down to that. Reaching forward, you ignored all the sore bones and strained muscles trying to hold you back, aiming for his huge neck to hold on to.

However, before you could find a grip on his body, he suddenly jerked, his eyes widening once again. Though this time, it wasn't in intimidation, and it wasn't fear or domination as he didn't even look at you. It was an expression you knew well, perhaps too well.

Fuck.

In a matter of seconds, limbs were flying, claws were grabbing at everything around you, and you let out a horrified scream as you cowered into yourself, watching as the merman was dragged out of the nest, briefly getting stuck in the hole because of his size before being pulled through it regardless. Cold wet slapped into your face, keeping you in the present, the water level rising briefly as you could watch the fish outside the nest hurriedly swimming away.

And then, in a cloud of blood and stirred-up sand, two massive bodies mingled.

No, not two. More, with new ones joining by the heartbeat.

You couldn't breathe, couldn't stop looking. It reminded you of those wildlife documentaries of piranhas swarming around the chicken those reporters would hang into the water. The tumbleweed of bodies must have started beneath the nest but now was floating upwards, coaxing you to follow, to keep watching. But it hurt too much. Your whole body ached to move, and the bed was unsteady after enduring both Atreo and the orca.

Luckily—or in your case, unluckily for you—you didn't need to wait long.

Perhaps a few more breaths until a shadow dropped to the ground. Before you could lean forward to see who it was, something jumped out of the water, ramming into you with full force and throwing you back into the pillows. This time, you opened your eyes right away, knowing whose face it was hanging in front of you, dripping seawater on you. Atreo seemed crazed, completely mad as he bared his fangs, his visage deformed by aggression. Not surprising after the fight, but still scary to witness.

You ducked away from him as he kept glowering at you viciously. Was it guilt? Or maybe just the submission he had bitten into you? But when he opened his mouth, you expected him to scold you and ask why you agreed to the deal. What you were doing with the orca. Instead, he grabbed your shoulders, squeezing them tightly.

"Mine!" he yelled furiously, his eyes falling from yours to your neck, arm, and side. Everywhere he bit while screaming "Mine! Mine! Mine!" repeatedly.

"You're mine, do you understand?!"

Shaking you, you couldn't hold back the tears, sobbing uncontrollably. What should you do? What would appease him? Was he angry with you, or was this just his way of assuring himself you were still here with him? How could you make this right?

Without thinking, you forced your arms up, even against the grip on your shoulders he had. His strength was unmatched, but you had to do what you could with your limited reach. Crying, sobbing, you threw yourself at him, hugging him tightly and squeezing your eyes shut. If he was angry enough to throw you off him and into a wall, you didn't want to see it.

"Yours!" you yelled, agreeing with him against your will and better judgment. "I am yours!"

And against your expectations… that did it.

You felt his wet, scaly tail wrap around your legs, snaking all the way up to your hips, and Atreo's hands fell from your shoulders to your back, allowing you to cling to him. "That's right," he muttered, rubbing his face into your hair while you shook. "All mine."

The two of you remained like this for a while, every other thought than appeasing your captor banished from your mind. "I fell asleep… I was so tired. I didn't know," you sobbed against his neck, feeling all the scales running down from under his hair. But you continued to nuzzle up to him, even dragging your tender cheek against his gills affectionately. "You reached for him," he confronted you, and you sobbed harder. What now? Would Atreo believe a lie?

But before you could attempt to escape the grizzly fate you had already created in your mind, he hugged you tighter against his chest, whispering his words so quietly you almost didn't hear them. "I thought I lost you. That he'd take you with him. That you'd leave me…"

"No," you breathed. Liar. "Never."

"That's right." Atreo noticeably relaxed, the tension leaving his muscles. "How dare that bastard comes for you! He should have never gone so far as to touch you!"

He believed it. You couldn't believe it. Atreo always seemed so skeptical and wary around you. Declaring you as his mate really did change him. Good for you.

At least as good as this situation was.

Even though he seemed hesitant to let go, he eventually pushed you away, caressing your face for a second before letting his eyes roam over you, checking you. You let him do as he pleased and tried to help lift your arms and legs when you could, but now that the tension seemed to fade, it felt almost worse. The question nagging on you, you decided to ask when he turned you around to examine your back, probably searching for traces of his enemy. Though aside from the bruises his actions probably caused you, there wouldn't be so much to see.

"Is he dead?" you asked, whispering softly. Careful not to make yourself look guilty by showing too much worry. Instead, you opted for playing scared and intimidated. Once again, he believed you, and you counted that as a total success. With his massive arms wrapping around you, Atreo pressed you against him in a way of comforting you, purrs rumbling in his chest, and you touched his arm, feigning thankfulness for his protection.

"He won't bother you ever again," he revealed, and you were surprised that he didn't boast and show off his victory. You had a hunch that by the looks of it, other mermaids had joined the tussle, and it wouldn't be a surprise if the orca was simply overpowered in the end. Kind of felt bad. But knowing Atreo would give up his victory of tearing the orca apart himself to be with you was… dreadful.

Picking you up, he wanted to settle you in, but felt the broken parts of his bed as he leaned on it and growled in frustration. Instead, he pulled you on his lap and, from a pouch you hadn't noticed being thrown through the room before, fished out a small box of what seemed like ointment. It smelled like a punch to your gut, but you tried to swallow the bile rising in your throat as Atreo began smearing it all over your body.

He wasn't frugal with coating the cuts and bruises he could find, though he did hesitate at his marks. It was clear that he didn't want or intended to let them fade away, but eventually, Atreo overcame his hesitations, applying a light layer of his mermaid medicine.

Once that was done, the stench wasn't as putrid or noticeable anymore, probably shut out by your senses to endure it. Atreo grabbed the blanket again, wrapping it around you until you were warm and cozy. Using his body to make up for the broken parts of the bed, he rested you on top of him, and you yawned, the happenings nothing short of exhausting in all possible ways. The whole adventure had been exhausting, with you being in constant pain and enduring threats to your life that you didn't even wish on your worst enemy. But here you were, still alive, no inch closer to the freedom of living your normal human life.

You were done with it. Even if you tried, you didn't think you could fight it. You hated it, and it felt like you were disappointing everyone, especially yourself. But there was just so much pain and fear involved that you could no longer handle resisting. Atreo was winning. Slowly but surely, he had been breaking you, cracking your will whenever he could. When Atreo spoke next, cradling you against his chest like a child, asking, "Who do you belong to?" you replied in his favor.

"You."

"Who?"

"You, Atreo."

"Who?"

You yawned. "You. Always."

"That's right."

His hand was a mix of cold and comfort against your back, gently rubbing it and effectively lulling you into sleep. All you wanted was to fall asleep and wake up from this nightmare for real this time. Pretend like nothing happened and maybe come to your senses in a hospital after you swallowed too much seawater. Maybe it was just a coma dream after all.

And if not? You'd try. Try to get hurt less, try to endure your new life, and gain the favors of anyone who'd come to you, especially Atreo. There was no use trying to escape on your own again, and no one else would probably dare to come over for a while after what happened to the orca. But even if you could just have the chance to heal, maybe that would help you start a new fight and find your way out.

From now on, it could only get better.

There was only room for improvement in your situation. You couldn't sink any deeper than the bottom of the ocean you had already reached.

»»—————♡

You thought.

But as the curious faces of countless mermaids of all ages peered into the nest with translucent walls that Atreo called your home, you remembered your thoughts of that night bitterly.

With your belly swollen, you were due to give birth soon. Birth to the first child of the pack leader and his chosen mate. Atreo's hand cupped yours, rubbing over your abdomen housing and creating his kid. He already knew, way back when the orca tried to help you, what he had done to your body. Being extra careful now that you were carrying his spawn to term. Pup, that's the word he used for it.

Turned out it was a whole tribe event when someone was pregnant, and Atreo loved showing you off. You had to beg for privacy and clothing to cover yourself with. You got neither, and it took a long time to get used to the ogling of just as naked half-humans as you were. From morning till night, merfolk looked at you, waiting, hoping to catch a glimpse. As if it wasn't enough that the idea of their leader with a human was already perceived with scorn, they laughed at you with no shame at the size your belly grew to accommodate the monster inside or at your tiny little legs and the way you were fed by hand since Atreo wouldn't let you do anything on your own.

It would be a water birth. So much you had decided. A proper spectacle that fitted someone as eccentric as Atreo was for abandoning traditions and taking you as his mate. Everything else, from your diet to exercise, had been directed and conducted by Atreo, and you spent your whole pregnancy either in his arms or in your bed, suffering with little to no relief from modern medicine. Though, to his credit, he brought you to the surface a few times—when he felt like you deserved it—so you could swim around until you were exhausted.

There was nothing around you when you breached the water. Just... ocean. No mountains or harbors in sight. It was terrifying. You doubted the orca could have helped you—would have helped you. It was probably just a way of playing with you for his amusement. Being able to swim around for a while was almost healing after being stuck below the surface for so long. But everything else was as despairing as it could be. You always felt hundreds of eyes watching you aside from Atreo now. Waiting, curious and famished. You almost considered it lucky if this pregnancy was going to kill you in the end, but Atreo seemed to have a different opinion.

"You're going to be such a good parent," he purred, stroking your plump tummy. His eyes roamed from your belly to your breasts, just as ready and eager to have this baby as you were to get it out of you. His gaze went from affectionate to excited, and you knew he could barely wait for a taste. So far, you had denied it to him, saying it was all for the baby, and he seemed to respect that at least. Who'd know if your baby would even drink milk? This was as new for you as it was for the merfolk who were wholly underprepared for your kind of pregnancy. But Atreo was excited regardless. Nothing and no one could destroy his happiness, it seemed, not even his fellow merman and maids teasing him about his choice of mate and strange child that was soon to be welcomed into the tribe.

"And then we can finally…"

His sentence drifted off, as did his hand, below your belly and between your legs. Credit to him, he seemed to understand that the massiveness he could fill you was a bit too harsh for your pregnant body. It didn't save you from bites and arguments while your hormones were raging. But he became a little more agreeable, and perhaps that was the only perk of pregnancy and the most freedom to act and speak your mind you'd ever get in your life again. Unless you were forced into another pregnancy, that is.

Swatting his hand away, you glowered at him, reminding him with a subtle nod about the onlookers. Atreo pursed his lips and let out a long, annoyed sigh. As if he was the one suffering and not you. Idiot.

"When do you think it's time?" he asked you, back to grinning from ear to ear like the proud dad he was.

"Not sure. A week? A month?"

He sighed again, this time in longing. He was much too excited for an event you were not. And if you were honest, as much as you wanted the baby gone from inside you, you'd probably miss being treated almost decent by Atreo as long as you were pregnant. And you really could refrain from babymaking ever again if you were to survive the pregnancy. Because Atreo wanted more. He told you as much. Seven, eight. A couple dozen if your body would do it. You had no idea how long merfolk supposedly lived, but he said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His world. And yours now, too, sadly.

"It'll come when it comes. You can't rush these things–"

A sudden sting in your abdomen and you felt water that was certainly not the one swapping around you gushed out. You stared at the wall in horror, meeting the curious eyes of a younger mermaid. She cocked her head to the side, not understanding what was happening.

You can't rush. And you can never expect these things.

That's how your life was now. And you'd sink deeper and deeper no matter what you did. Even if you thought you had reached the bottom of the ocean, there was another hole opening up for you to slip into.

And Atreo would follow you, no matter where and how far he had to go.

All for his mate.

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[secularprolifeconspectus]

I'm adopted, because my "mother" was convinced to not abort me, and people like you genuinely scare the fuck out of me.

I was abused in the foster system, I was abused by my adoptive parents, and I was abandoned by my birth parents.

You people allow kids to be born to parents, families, and communities that don't want them. Children who aren't wanted are abused at every turn. You're literally advocating for suffering. Try to imagine what it's like to grow up without love. That's what you're advocating for.

I have the comfort of knowing I can have an abortion if something goes wrong, if Im raped AGAIN. Knowing that my body wouldn't be ruined, my life wouldn't be ruined by someone else's choice. I'm not going to be a parent.

I hope you grow up. I hope you realize the consequences of your ideology. You're taking MY autonomy, I'm not a babymaker. You're forcing kids to grow up without love.

I'm glad I don't live in a country where people take your ideology seriously.

My heart aches that you've suffered so much. That's really sad and I'm sorry you've been through so much, sincerely.

I'm glad you are here. I'm glad you are alive. I'm glad your mother protected you from being murdered. Because abortion doesn't merely prevent a person from coming into being; it kills someone who is real and alive and actually a full person. You may not agree, but it's on you to prove why preborn humans are the exception to the rule that all living human organisms are people.

My friend Braedon was sexually abused in the foster system, and he is ardently pro-life. He knows he is better off alive than dead, and I have other friends who feel the same. I even dated a pro-life communist whose mother was murdered and he was put into child slavery on a farm in foster care, and yet he STILL is pro-life. I definitely don't speak for anyone who has been through foster care, but you certainly don't speak for all of them.

It's not necessary for Pro-Lifers to fix our broken social system before we can demand an end to baby murder, anymore than it was necessary for slave abolitionists to secure reparation before they could demand freedom for Black people. You sound an awful lot like Thomas Jefferson justifying why slaves shouldn't be free when you insist babies shouldn't be alive... we must come together as a SOCIETY and a CULTURE to solve these problems, because exterminating people is NEVER the solution.

I know many people think it is more cruel to place a child in our current foster care and adoption systems than to murder a baby, but without their impetus and as long as abortion is the “simpler option”, the system may never see improvements. The less often that parents choose to carry unexpected pregnancies, the less visible they are, the more shame they face for not choosing the “simple” option, and the less accessible crisis family resources become. Cultural pressure to abort is increased, and cultural coercion is unacceptable.

That being said, I think adoption should be avoided whenever possible, and we should prioritize family preservation. I also think the kinship care model of fostering may solve a lot of the problems with our current system. Ultimately, the foster system is an extension of the police, which I believe should be abolished, and the adoption industry is just as coercive and predatory as the abortion industry.

I also want to challenge your assertion that all unwanted pregnancies lead to unloved children, and that all abortion-minded people become abusive parents. According to the pro-choice Turnaway Study, this simply isn't true: five years after being denied an abortion, 96% of participants didn't regret having their babies. It seems that over time, even parents who didn't initially want to be pregnant came to want, love, and feel deeply attached to their children. And most chose to parent their children.

I'm sorry this wasn't the case for you, you didn't deserve to be abandoned and abused.

If you're terrified of becoming pregnant and you don't want to be a parent, seriously, maybe get sterilized? If you oppose abortion except for in cases of rape and life of the mother, then you have more in common with pro-lifers than pro-choicers. You can be pro-life and advocate for a rape exception. I don't agree with the rape exception morally, but I think it's an acceptable compromise. If you think pregnancy ruins your body (which is INCREDIBLY misogynistic and patriarchal, like what the actual fuck,) then you've fallen for the propaganda pathologizing female fertility. Sorry to break it to you.

I don't think a child would ruin your life. But don't take my word for it, hear it from someone who aborted after rape. Believe it or not, 50% of women who conceive in rape keep their babies and love them. My friend Ayala conceived in rape and loved her baby deeply. I'm not taking your autonomy by insisting you should not be allowed to kill preborn people with impunity. I'm advocating against a mass human rights violation.

You should see the victims of YOUR ideology.

If you don't live in the US, kindly fuck off. You don't have a clue how extremist the US is when it comes to abortion. We literally allow abortion up until the baby begins to exit the vaginal canal for any reason. The only restriction we have is that you may not pull an infant's legs out of their mom's vagina to kill them by sucking out their brain from the back of their neck with a vacuum. That's literally the only kind of pregnancy termination that is banned.

Also, may I recommend some therapy? Your projection makes you come off as traumatized, which I know you are after all you've been through. When you grow up, I hope you heal. Get well soon.

#answers and submissions #hide

[beardedmrbean]

I'm afraid to ask (yet here I am Lol) but what does this whole pro life and pro choice discourse think of female on male rape?

Because, believe it or not, it often leads to pregnancy. Surprising, I know.

Many (pro life) people blame abortion on men, ignoring women who made the choice themselves. Or men that pay child support for a kid they did not consent to. So, I don't expect much sympathy. Or any.

Some clarification would be appreciated, thank you.

Sorry about the delay on this had church and wanted to be sure I could give it the appropriate level of attention is needs,

Looking again and after giving it some thought while at church and associated car rides I probably could have done it before.

It's not something that's come up too much that I've seen but when it does it's not a thing that's likely to change a position, with the possible exception of the victim or their family changing their stance.

Pro life side is comprised of a bunch of people who believe life begins at conception and that doing anything unnatural to cause the end of the development of that life is murder. There's also likely other pro life positions that I'm not too informed about one I see near always is that it's murder.

(Wonder where peta stands on this or do they only care when the parties involved aren't humans.....(fuck peta anyhow)

On the flip side you have the 'clump of cells' contingent and other more extreme views like the it's a parasite and all that good stuff, you also have the bodily autonomy people and the other groups.

Like I said, I don't see any of them shifting their stance just because the victim is a male, if they even believe it's possible for a male to be raped, which is a whole other conversation.

"Because, believe it or not, it often leads to pregnancy. Surprising, I know."

Not surprising, rapists body that's dealing with the shock and violation in this case isn't the one that would be carrying the end result so probably easier.

That and we've got cases of statutory rape being one of the more commonly prosecuted female on male types of rape. Teachers, babysitters, ethel down the street that wants to help "make you a man", the lady in the community who parents send their kids to to "make them a man" or other sexist nonsense about prerequisites for manhood (none of which are true).

When Male Rape Victims Are Accountable for Child Support

Hermesmann v. Seyer < that's the case, got it's own wikipedia page because it set the stage for rape victims to be financially responsible for the result of the crime perpetuated against them.

Love that the justices said that he had initially consented because he didn't say anything about being raped, but unless something changed

He legally couldn't consent.

But circling around to the original question after taking a moment to soapbox, folks aren't likely to shift their thoughts on abortion in cases of rape just because the victim is a male.

Unless they're incredibly evil and shift to the pro life corner for the sole reason of forcing the victim to pay child support as some sort of evil thing.

Which the pro life crowd would be ok with, because that's gonna be one less innocent victim killed in their minds.

Be nice if they had a fun for guys that got raped by a teacher and now have to pay child support too,

Which might actually exist already, I dunno. I do have several staunchly anti abortion blogs following me so they may chime in if they know of something.

It would also be unfair of me to not include the fact that there are women who have also had to pay child support to their rapists who somehow got custody, not sure how common it is but if there's a conviction for rape or sexual assault the victim should not be required to be punished financially for a crime committed against them.

This ask was about guys tho, so i focused on them. __________

As for everyone else please do not mistake anything said here for a position I hold on abortion one way or the other, I am trying to step outside of myself and give a clinical response, to the best of my ability.

hopefully I did ok

#anonymous

[its-maemain]

So this morning as I struggled to want to get up an AU came to me. I've been struggling on how to word some of this so bare with me.

This got longer than I thought it would but here:

Lois Lane and Clark Kent find out they're having a child later on they find out it's a girl, they're overjoyed and shit. But their relationship is on the down low, and everyone in Metropolis is convinced that Lois and Superman not only have a thing for each other but are together(which they aren't wrong). So when Lex Luthor finds out Lois is pregnant he comes up with a plan(cause his blad ass thinks he's so smart). And he does succeed.

Clark has to go off planet for [intergalactic problem here] and so he's gone for a few months during Lois’s pregnancy. So while Superman is away Lex is like ‘yes my plan will go so much easier now’ and so Lois gives birth, after she(the baby) is put in the baby ward thing, Lex steals their daughter. He gives her this serum that (in theory) blocks her powers till something triggers them. It does work but he doesn't know what will trigger it or how well it works.

He decides to put her as far away from them as possible on Earth tho. So she's in France getting adopted by the lovely couple who own a bakery and want a child. They can't due to biological complications, and Lex can watch them easily ( he knows French ig for this ). And they get to name her cause she doesn't have name.

So enter Marinette Dupain-Cheng the adoptive daughter Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng. There are some things they just can't explain about their daughter, they love her very much. Shenanigans my beloved, shall ensue.

But she's so small and doesn't have a lot of muscle how is she carrying this bag of flower at the age of 10? OH NO BOILING WATER GOT ON HER SHES GONNA GET BURN MAR- oh, she's okay...? MARINETTE DONT STARE AT THE SUN! They go to the doctor to check her eyesight, she has perfect vision. Marinette the fastest kid in her class, faster than Kim and Alix, they're playing hide and seek? Oh Mari is up a tree!

Back with Clark and Lois, Superman threatens Lex or talks to Bruce or something idk. Jon is made or born 2 years later(idk his story sometimes he's a clone sometimes he's not???!) when Mari is 2, then two more years later Con is born(I know for a fact he is born) so Mari is like 4. Bruce is doing the blood thing, but Lex has that shit under strict supervenience. And while raising the boys they learn what they should look for.

Tom and Sabine conclude that Mari is a Meta, talk to her about this when she is like 12, than when she is almost 14 she searches this stuff up and she's like “okay, no powers” well that gets thrown in her face when she was left with being Ladybug. Lex can't watch her anymore cause Paris closed itself off!

How being Ladybug affects Marinette:

She is still really strong even with that serum not letting her be at full strength so now that she has the Miraculous it enhances her already enhanced strength so she has to pull her punches, and this is one of the main reasons why she uses her yo-yo and her brain in battles rather than brute force, cause she could kill the akuma. At least she thinks so, who knows, depends on the writer!

Post [What-ever-the-fuck version of Gabriel we're dealing with]:

There are two ways this can go! 1) Mari during her time as Ladybug and Guardian activated the trigger so she could use all her half-Kryptonian-ness or 2) somehow it wasn't triggered yet but it was at some point while being around JL. Probably from being around Superman and her body went “FATHERRRRR”

And why Clark hasn't figured out this is his daughter after meeting her? Magic suit y'all! Prevents him from using x-ray vision on her, so he doesn't see her hybrid organs. One thing is for certain Bruce wants to adopt her! He can't of course cause she has already been adopted, so instead, he offers her a place to stay in Gotham, all paid, and any school of her choosing in Gotham. She says she’ll think about it, and when she researched she was surprised, and decided why not! She can fight villains, build her career, see what she can do with her new activated power, *cough* get all that pent-up rage out *COUGH*!

One big problem tho, the Meta and Magic users ban, so she talks to him again, he's like I'm willing to adjust my ban, then he does a double take cause “meta?” cause guess what Brucie, you wanna take in a meta-magic user! So he adjusts his rules.

Time passes, a long time depends, but Clark and Lois go to this gala being reporters and friends with Bruce. This gala is also Mari’s first. She's been doing great, other than almost burning her room in the middle of the night a few weeks ago. But it's fiiiiine, they're all learning, and Damian has his suspensions.

Clark was area of Bruce having another kid in his wings, and he does his x-ray things like he does all the batfam, and that's when he sees it! She wasn't human, she was part human. So he takes her Bruce, and is like “you can't have this child” “why tf can't I!” “this is our missing daughter!!”

So after the gala they all sit down and talk this out, they call Jon and Kon to get their asses here to see their sister! They talk to Tom and Sabine and they’re willing to share custody especially cause of how this happened! Anyway big family in the end.

This has probably been done somewhere but I needed to get this written out. I really want to write this, but if anyone does tag me please! PLEASE!

Bonus points for any salt or angst. Just sayin

Edit: it really shows how I didn't know about Kon and it pains me everytime I get a notification for this. Excuse my dumbassery.

Jon is born two years after Mari, Kon is made whenever the fuck he’s made, so Kon is like twoish year's older than Mari growth wise?? Cause Damian and Tim are like five/six years apart? (supposed to be anyway but who gives a shit, apparently not the DC writers, cause like aren't they supposed to be idk 7-9 years apart?? I don't care really it gives better annoying the shit out each other I'm specific ways while in the same household prevogligous)

They call Kon cause, “you're family regardless and we found our daughter we want you to meet her, get yo ass over here”

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[dairy-farmer]

Would you mind sharing your top 5 favorite Tim getting knocked up scenarios?

ABSOLUTELY !!!!!!!!!!😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

forced pregnancy- either on tim or both their behalf. either mind control, magic, some kind of fuck or die scenario. with unwilling pregnancy i really like scenarios like 'how to breed better livestock' where ra's is using old magic to make it impossible for tim to get rid of the fetus. or maybe tim's held captive and can't use any way to prevent a child from being carried to full term. but with magic i love the idea of a ritual taking place where tim absolutely needs to get pregnant in order for it to happen. or a somnophilia kind of thing where tim gets impregnated without his knowledge and it's not until he's showing that he figures it out and by that point it's too late. just tim getting pregnant and having to carry the child.

'i didn't know i was pregnant'- okay but lowkey i loved this show as a kid. (that and monsters inside me and deadly women were my bread and butter). actually timpreg on twitter brought it up in their tweets and it's all i've been thinking about. like tim's uterus is maybe just a bit further up in his body and his baby is just born small. and tim is fond of weird food combinations and if he's a little moodier sometimes that's fine? he gets stressed? tim's not menstrating? well lots of vigilantes don't menstruate, amenorrhoea is surprisingly common among them and lots of elite athletes. so tim's just going about life as normal and then one day he just feels...off. there's this odd ache in his gut and a pulsing pain in his lower back but that happens somtimes. odd body aches come with the job description. but hours later and tim is seriously thinking of skipping patrol because...there's just something wrong. he can feel it and he doesn't know what it is. his heart is beating so fast and then there's a strange shift inside him, a pressure. bruce goes up to tim's room because he hasn't come down to get ready for patrol and everyone else is waiting only to stumble across the sight of tim's bed drenched with amniotic fluid, blood, and a crying baby cradled to tim's chest.

surrogacy. i love the idea of tim being pretty, like very very pretty. he's also incredibly intelligent and talented, he has his awkward moments but on the whole people do like talking and interacting with him. so in high socitey, i'd think (which is backed up by it's frequency given how many celebrities do it) there'd be not a small amount of wealthy couples and even single women/men who offer tim substantial amounts of money to be their surrogate. i tweeted about this before here and i still very much am in love with the idea!!! i think tim would be more open to so long as it's not his egg being used but that's alright because couples and women usually want to use their own men and single men already have an egg donor they just want tim to carry the baby because he's such a cute package to wrap around their gift. and who knows? maybe some of those looks and smarts will leak into their kid. and honestly tim's not particularly interested but is the guy who pretended he couldn't walk for more about a year and went to fake physical therapy. if he needed to do something drastic to keep his cover he'd definitly accept someone's offer. he'd be getting paid, someone would attend to his every need, the kid wouldn't be his so it's not like he'd be in charge of raising it. what tim wouldn't be expecting is just how much his family likes seeing how sweet and rounded with a child.

secret child. tim not wanting his child endangered because so many enemies know his identity and they could use his child as leverage. it's likely an accidental pregnancy so no one knows or suspects and tim has always been good at lying. so good he even lies to the rest of his family because they...they've let him down before. not believed him on something he desperately needed them to, betrayed him, lied to him, tried to kill him. there's not a single person who hasn't fucked tim over or helped in fucking him over- not even alfred. bruce even released his identity to stephanie, something she immediatly weaponized against him when she hired people to ruin his life. tim can't trust them to not...ruin this. he can't trust them not to ruin this for him, discourage him from this, or try to take this over (bruce is controlling, he'd try to speak over and stamp out any and all of tim's parenting decisions). so when tim gets pregnant he just...tells people he's going undercover and has his baby in peace under a fake name in a hospital. tim knows he can't hide it forever but he's already been so distant from the family. tim can't retire, can't just hide away forever because he's seen how well that works he knows that if someone really wants to find him they will. so he goes back to work, and he acts like everything is fine. he requests to be able to work from home and aside from some jabs that he's becoming even more of a hermit they leave him alone. they leave him in peace. no one has any idea. no one ever asks him where he goes, no one inquires about his life or if he has anything going on in his personal life, and no one comes over to his house. it's not until tim is horribly injured as a civilian and hospitalized. he's in a coma, this might be when they're hit with the realization that he really might not pull through, and bruce is in the chair beside tim's bed, fists clenching and agitated and stressed as the rest of the family paces or sits silently. when a social services worker walks in and they're confused because tim is no longer a child? he's over the age of 18? and they're like no we know we're not here about him, we're here about mr. drake's child who has no appointed guardian and may enter the foster system if one is not found for him. and they're just....silent. and they're introduced not to a baby, not to a little child, but to a fully 5 year old articulate child that looks so much like tim.

virgin mary situation- i find the idea of tim being a pregnant virgin absolutely hysterical. like maybe he had a creepy enemy who saw tim passed out and happened to have a cup and pipette on hand. or even better, tim has a break with reality while bruce is disappeared and impregnates himself with some sperm bruce had on ice and people are horrified to learn he's pregnant with bruce's child and bruce just...stays gone because tim is too pregnant to go looking for him and ra's never succeeds on his own. so bruce's legacy is just he was a good mentor, a good friend, and apparently he fucked his son but we don't talk about that. or maybe tim has a brush with a god who takes a liking to his quick wit and abilities and is like 'ur cute, i will reward you with my spawn' only they don't fuck him they just knock him up by rubbing his flat little tummy. just pregnant timmy sitting there all knocked up knowing they're the consequences of sex he never even got to have. the jokes would never end.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

[omgkawaiipinkhime]

I’m still thinking about the abortion ban thing here and I need to ramble about it somewhere and my mom doesn’t want to hear it anymore so:

I can’t carry a pregnancy to term, or at least not a healthy one. If I were to get pregnant, I would need to abort it for my health (which I realize no one cares about) and the fetus’s health (which prolifers supposedly care about). I have a lot of health problems, I’m on a lot of medications that all cause birth defects and increase the possibility of miscarriage. No one knows what will happen if you are on all these medications at the same time while pregnant, only separately and that’s already bad enough. I can’t go off of them if I want to maintain my health and not die. I don’t know if I’d be forced to go off them or if I’d be punished for taking my medications as directed by my doctors if I were to miscarry. These medications are also all passed into breast milk so I wouldn’t be able to breastfeed because my milk would be toxic. There’s a fucking formula shortage. If I were to give birth, the newborn would go through withdrawals from the medications I’m on. Those are torture for me, a grown woman, if I just miss one dose of any of my medications. I can’t imagine what kind of torture it would be to a newborn to suddenly go cold turkey on all of the medications I’m on.

Going off the medications would be just as bad. It would also increase the risk of miscarriage (stress can cause miscarriage) and increase my risk of postpartum psychosis. Not to mention it could fucking kill me. Even ignoring the medication side effects, I have multiple health problems I can pass on to any offspring I have and I am not willing to knowingly inflict the torture I have endured on another human being. Especially since I do not ever want to be pregnant in the first place!!!

I’m doing literally everything in my power to avoid pregnancy, abortion would be my absolute last resort. I don’t even have any contact with men. I don’t date, I’m not looking to date, I don’t even have male friends. I’m on birth control. And still, all that doesn’t reduce my chance of pregnancy to zero because I can still be assaulted and my birth control can still fail. Even getting my tubes tied won’t completely reduce my chance to zero. There is absolutely nothing I can do to get rid of the vulnerabilities my body has simply because I was born into this body. Sure, I could get my ovaries and/or uterus removed, but that’s a really extreme procedure that has several severe health consequences. Not to mention that I shouldn’t have to practically gut myself just to maintain my bodily autonomy!!!! I shouldn’t even have to consider getting my tubes tied. It should be as simple as “just close your legs” but what dumbfucks don’t understand is that it’s not that simple in a world where men use their bodies like weapons!! Also that phrase is vulgar and disgusting regardless!!!

I wouldn’t even be able to access abortion with all my health problems because it wouldn’t be considered good enough. If lawmakers don’t even think ectopic pregnancies are a good enough reason to abort then my “little” problems won’t be good enough either. My life doesn’t legally matter because of a hypothetical fetus. I have less worth than a corpse. I am less human than a fetus that doesn’t even currently exist.

The fact that pro-forced birthers can’t understand that they are in the wrong is vile. These politicians shouldn’t have power, this shouldn’t be a debate. Abortion is a human right, end of discussion. These laws will kill people. They will kill women and girls. And the “prolifers” will not give a shit because the stuff they are advocating for has never been about “life”. It’s about control.

#abortion is healthcare #abortion is a human right #it’s about the economy too #and oppressing women and girls #hime.txt #like things weren’t good with roe v. wade protections #it’s about to get infinitely worse #and all creeps online can do is call women whores for not wanting to die #And call women baby killers for not wanting to die #it’s not even a baby that’s a fetus #we all know that prolifers don’t actually care about babies or children #if they did they’d be advocating for more affordable formula a better cps system etc #children are tortured to death by abusive parents but it’s crickets from the prolifers #I’ve seen some unfortunate shit #we treat children like trash or products to be bought and sold but NO ONE is interested in treating actual born children better #I have seen too much evil shit from people esp recently #I’m angry sad tired and scared #I want to get a gun but I don’t think my dad would be too supportive of that… despite being progun….

[elizabeth-overboard]

i really don’t think th roe vs wade should have y’all up in arms on your opinion on abortions, that’s not what your female companions are asking for, it’s the right to be saved if your baby could KILL YOU. you heard that right. your pregnancy you’ve been waiting for for 5-10 years, is in your fallopian tube. the ”operation” to remove that. that’s a fucking abortion. you mean to tell me, me 25 years old, that any of you would rather see me fucking DIE than to have my life be put before a FETUS. a fertilized egg. that’s it, is more valuable than me?! idk i know i’m not much but i can change a tire, can a fertilized egg do that? nah.

here’s another scenario if you’re a friend of mine or care about me in anyway, i FINALLY get the results of a positive pregnancy test i’ve wanted to be a mom since i was 14. i knew that i would really love that, most people i know, know i’d really like to partake in the parent thing one day a LOT. that being said, i post the news all of you are happy for me congratulating me. months go by and i find out my baby no longer has that heartbeat yall christian’s love coming for. so it’s dead. no life no potential at curing cancer. nothing. so y’all would have NO problem FORCING me to carry a dead baby to term? that baby could have died at 2 months, 4 months, fuckin 8 months old and everyone is congratulating me and i have to fake it and say thank you so much knowing that baby isn’t ever going to have a mfin chance and y’all mean to tell me y’all would be OKAY with making women carry their dead babies around solely on the “oh women have been doin it for thousands of years they can handle it now.”

because if you’re still reading and maybe find some compassion in there ALREADY BREATHING LIVING WOMEN, you’d see that women were given the blessing of bringing life into this world and if they don’t see it being fit for life THEY SHOULD BE ABLE TO MAKE THAT CALL.

i’m a person who probably won’t get an abortion nor do i really think i could handle that choice if i was in that spot, im so grateful i haven’t been but FUCK YOU if you choose to look down on anyone who’s actually SAVING a life in the long run.

#elizabeth overboard #mebitch

[fionacle]

read tags before proceeding i’m still talking about gross stuff (long post)

this post isn’t saying that you can’t/shouldn’t want a baby/to be pregnant/to give birth, but it does talk about why one wouldn’t want to, so if you’d rather not read then don’t. note that if any information is inaccurate that’s because the most research i did for this post was googling ‘are babies parasites’ and reading the first sentence of the first result. i am 17 and have never been pregnant or done anything that could get me pregnant. this is a post about fears and discomforts based on observations and memories. this also refers to having vagina + boobs, not everyone who gives birth has boobs, and some HAD a vagina but don’t anymore, but the typical people who try to force kids on you are cis people with typical genitals, so i want to talk about them. especially since i, while being trans and having dysphoria about my chest, have those parts myself. if there’s any part of the pregnancy experience i describe as negative that you see otherwise please don’t be mad, once again this is a post about how i feel.

it’s so bizarre to me that it’s so expected to want to. i know why it’s the norm, when you have such a big milestone in your life you expect it for other people, most people get paternal instincts, and having babies continues the species. but think about it. i won’t get into why you may or may not want to make a baby but there’s artificial insemination anyway so what does it matter. my point is i’m uncomfortable with being intimate, and don’t want someone else’s dna inside me, so that’s step one off the shelf so easily, and all anyone can say is ‘you’ll grow out of those feelings’ (which only makes someone angrier about the thought of pregnancy).

anyway now you have one in you. it’s growing. there is an organism inside of you. people talk about that as so pleasant, but it feels like an alien movie to me. i don’t think baby’s are actually technically parasites, but they function a lot like one in my opinion. they’re attached to you. they suck out your resources for themselves. no matter what you do there is a living thing inside of you and that is a horror i cannot begin to fathom being desirable. did you know lice live under your skin? to me having a baby within me sounds comparable to having a tapeworm. then there’s complications. if you have a miscarriage, you may have to carry a corpse within you to term. dead flesh inside of you. for months. things like that. you get hormones that make you obsessive, rearranging your “nest”, strange cravings. and you have to restrict your intake for the health of the baby. eat more vegetables so it gets vitamins, i don’t anyway but not drugs or alcohol because that could mess up the baby. no excessive activity for most because it could hurt the baby if you fall on your stomach or something, later in the pregnancy the baby bump may be so big some activities aren’t even an option anymore.

now you’re giving birth. ow. fucking ow. labor sucked and you soaked your pants with the water breaking. assuming you’re having a hospital pregnancy, you better pray you have someone you love in the room holding your hand. you better pray the pain medicine kicks in. no matter what, you feel a little body shoving through your hole, and some fuckin guy’s head is between your legs. they’re saying ‘push! push!’ but you barely know what that means! what if the baby comes out feet-first and gets choked by the umbilical cord? this thing you worked so hard to get could just die before you even hold it. assuming you WANT the baby, that’s a huge loss too, and you’ll probably have a whole room prepared that you’ll never be able to look at again without dying a bit, will you give up or try again? another 3/4 year dedicated to some creature you’ve never met and don’t know the fate of. you could also have a c-section, wow a tummy scar that’s fun. that pregnancy and birth could’ve killed you. if you’d had an abortion it could’ve killed you too.

you could also adopt.

so you have your baby. what’s the problem now? first off, potential health problems. what if your baby has a bad heart? what if it’s missing skin on its face or has some other deformity? you should love your child just the same and this doesn’t diminish their worth, but you were expecting a perfect one. a healthy one. maybe you knew about the complications before the birth, but now you have to look at them on your own baby.

your baby is home. you now have to spend a fortune feeding and clothing and teaching it. can you afford that? can you handle the responsibility? do you have others in your life willing to help? if you can’t handle this baby and give it away, will the hormones your body made to make you attached to this baby tear you apart? you’re still lactating, if you don’t empty your boobs that’s gonna swell and hurt and maybe even get infected. what if you keep the baby, but give it all the same traumas your parents gave you. what if you miss milestones? what if there’s another caretaker actively hurting your child but you don’t know how to stop them?

you’ll lose friends too. child—havers tend to stick together, and it’s not all, but there are people without kid who will leave you for having them. they think you’re boring now, or you just can’t relate to each other anymore. your life is your baby, and now you’re not your own person anymore. your child will struggle to see you as a full person too, since you’re their god. you can choose to prioritize yourself, but then aren’t you a bad parent?

your baby grows up. your baby is in school. they’re not your baby, they’re your kid. they’re getting bullied. what do you do? will the pain and shock of your little one being a victim make you scream at them? will you have any actually helpful advice?

your child is even older now. uh oh, they’re showing signs of neurodivergence. maybe even queerness. if you’re against these things, you’ll push back and make them hide themself from you and others, maybe even themself, hurting them in the long run. you don’t know how to deal with these things, you didn’t sign up for this, why couldn’t you just have a normal kid? even if you’re neurodivergent yourself the added responsibility of a child with “special” needs is no easy thing to manage.

your child gets older. they wrecked your car. shit. can you afford to fix that? what’s an appropriately-sized punishment?

they’re 18. they’re leaving you. empty nest. you threw away your life for theirs, what do you do now? the pieces from the trash have all climbed out and moved on, you can’t just pick them up again. you barely even have friends anymore. what the fuck do you do?

and then you have to face your own death twice as much. when i die, will my child have the abilities and resources to care for themself?

so just in case you were ever unsure how to defend not wanting kids, outside of a simple lack of desire, here this is. if you’re the forcing type, hopefully this changes how you go about things, or at least makes you a bit more understanding.

pregnancy can kill you physically, but the toll carrying and raising a child take on you mentally? what part of that is worth it if you don’t REALLY want a kid? and even then, if you assess yourself as an unfit parent (abuse/neglect/etc.), you shouldn’t go for it. it’d be an incredibly corrupt and horrible system, but i think about that baby license idea a lot.

#pregnancy #alcohol mention #abuse mention #hospital mention #birth #i just have this stuff on my mind a lot #ferrenpost #genitalia #genital mention #again this isn’t saying you can’t have a positive experience with pregnancy and birth #female genitalia #long post #rant

[loslentesdepedrito]

Eres Mía- Chapter 1

Top right gif by: @uuuhshiny , bottom left gif by: @thirstworldproblemss

Pairing: Dave York x Spanish-speaking f!reader (Spanish translation will be provided at the end.)

Word count: 7.4k+

Chapter summary: Your husband comes home and reveals that both of your lives are in danger. The only option is for him to go into hiding. Despite your reluctance, you find yourself agreeing to his plan, knowing it is the best course of action. You spend one last night together, cherishing each moment until the time comes for your eventual reunion.

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Rating: 18+ Explicit content (MDNI). Warning contains spoilers, but please read if you'd like!!! They are below the cut.

Chapter warnings: Angst, fluff, talk of divorce, oral (female and male receiving), semi-rough blow job, dirty talk, unprotected PIV sex, slight breeding kink, cream pie, light talk of pregnancy, cum eating (I hope I didn’t forget anything, it’s been about five years since I wrote this.)

A/N: I apologize for the lack of plot, but I promise it will pick up in the following chapters.

Without even realizing it, Dave felt the weight of danger pressing heavily upon his broad shoulders as he cautiously stepped through the front door. 

"Love?" he called out, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and anticipation, knowing that you would be home.

Your voice carried a smile as you responded, "In here! I'm just cleaning up some dishes. Hice unas galletas de limón, and they're in the oven."

As he followed the sound of your voice, his heart melted at the sight of you, and a bittersweet ache settled within him. Oh, I’m going to miss her so much, he thought. His eyes welled up with tears as he braced himself for the words he needed to say to you. His gaze met yours, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for everything happening.

When you turn around to greet him, a flicker of surprise dances across your features when you see Dave’s expression. His eyes, usually filled with warmth and love, were clouded with what appeared to be fear. Your heart quivered, sensing that something was terribly wrong. And as he held eye contact, his voice trembled with a rare vulnerability.

His words spilled forth, laced with anguish, each syllable tearing him from the inside. "I have to tell you something, something that’s killing me. A job... it went fucking wrong, and now there's a bounty on my head. I fear for your safety, my love. It's only a matter of time before they find out about our relationship, and they won't hesitate to take away what I love most in this world." His once steady and comforting hands now trembled as he reached out to touch your face, seeking solace in the midst of all the chaos.

A heavy silence enveloped the room, the weight of his words shattering the tranquility of your shared existence. A thousand emotions surged within you, their collective force threatening to consume your very being. Fear, sadness, and an overwhelming desire to protect the man you loved intertwined, fueling the agony in your heart.

His voice cracked with the weight of his confession, "The only solution is to... baby, we have to get a divorce, and I have to go into hiding." The pain etched across his face revealed the immensity of his struggle. You could see the toll this decision had taken on him.

He continued, "Once they see that we are no longer married, their focus will be on me, and you will no longer have a target on your head." The weight of his words settled in the air, the gravity of the sacrifice he was making evident in every syllable.

Reluctantly, you spoke, your voice quivering with a mix of love and anguish, "But Dave, the thought of divorcing and separating from you... it feels like tearing my soul apart. I don't want to be apart from you, especially not like this. Isn't there any other way?"

Dave's gaze intensified, his eyes searching your face for understanding. "Believe me, my love, this tears me apart too. But I can't bear the thought of you being in danger because of me. If we stay together, we'll be putting both our lives at risk. This is the only way to protect you, to keep you safe."

Tears well up in your eyes as you realized the immense love and sacrifice in his decision. "But what about us, Dave? Our dreams, our future together?" Your voice trembled, choked with anguish and the ache of longing, as you desperately clung to the fragments of the life you had built.

He took your hands in his, his touch offering a fleeting moment of solace. "I promise you, with all my heart, that once everything settles, I will come back for you. I will marry you again, and we'll live the life we've always dreamed of. There will be no one else for me, my love. Please, trust me in this."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, and though you yearned for a different outcome, you knew deep down that this was the only choice. The pain of separation threatened to consume you, but you knew that it paled in comparison to the terror of losing him. Oh, this hurts so much, but losing him forever? I don't think I'd be able to handle it. Accepting it was a painful task, but deep down, you understood that sacrifice was the only path to ensure his survival.

"Of course, I trust you," you affirmed, your words infused with a steadfast conviction. "Let's go upstairs."

He raised his eyebrows, a flicker of surprise mingling with his love-struck gaze.

Your hands tenderly traced the contours of his sharp jaw, your touch a gentle reassurance that transcended words. Slowly, your lips found the corner of his, planting a soft, lingering kiss. The path of your kisses continued, tracing down to the curve of his mandibular angle. "I want to cherish my husband before he goes away for a while." You whispered, voice filled with love and lust.

Dave ducked his head towards you, while gently cradling your neck, and his lips pressed down against yours.

“Mmm…” you moaned out softly and sweetly against his plump lips.

The warmth of his mouth sent shivers down your spine as your hands traveled up his chest and his thick arms. His grip tightens around your waist which causes you to feel his muscles flex beneath his shirt as you lean further into him. His other hand snakes its way up to cup your face lovingly.

The kisses were soft and slow at first, but they eventually grew heavy. “Ah” you breathe out when you feel Dave’s tongue tangle with yours.

Your breathing gets heavier as you feel him lean even closer towards you, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. The sounds he makes are husky and deep, sending tingles down your spine. His fingers tangled themselves into your hair, tugging slightly before lightly sliding through the strands. Every nerve ending was screaming out from every inch of contact. You loved it when he kissed you like this. No one had ever touched you like this, until Dave. The fervent way he took your mouth, the way he lapped at your pussy until all he could taste was you, the way he would finger you until you were soaking and ready for him, the way he rocked into you until you were shaking from multiple orgasms and all blissed out, the way he took care of you after. Fuck, I’m going to miss him. 

Ahh, oh god, he’s making me feel all hot. Another wave of heat and desire coursed through your veins as his touch ignited a feverish fire within you. In his embrace, you felt an intoxicating combination of passion and tenderness, a unique blend that left you at a loss for words. How could you possibly describe the way he kissed you and caressed you with such fervor and yet with a delicate touch that made your heart flutter?

“Darling, I’m so sorry.” Dave spoke softly against your lips, pulling away, kissing your forehead, and then trailing light touches over your cheekbones and across your jawline. It wasn’t long until he pulled away and looked at you apologetically.

“No, Dave, don’t apologize to me.” You smiled reassuringly at him. “I understand that your job isn’t always easy…” you trailed off, as your eyes filled with tears. “Don’t be sorry, okay? Just keep on kissing me, baby.” You grab him from his shirt, wrinkling in the process, and pull him back to your lips.

His lips find yours once again, "Anything for you babygirl." He smiles against your lips, his words a tender promise that resonated deep within your heart. 

His lips were gentle and soft and tasted like blueberries and mint, from his daily snack, and your entire body lit up as he deepened the kiss. When you finally broke apart for air, you both laughed in relief. “So now that our mouths have been ravished by each other, can you please touch me more?” You giggled, your cheeks slightly flushing. You grabbed his hand and laced your fingers together as you gazed at each other adoringly. 

He squeezed your hand in response. “Yes, my love. Like I said, anything for you.” He grinned at you happily. "Do you want my fingers or my mouth first?" 

His thumb stroked back and forth across the back of your hand softly, and he gave you a smirk and a wink. Your breath caught in your throat, and your knees weakened slightly as your heart soared. Oh god, he’s perfect. You thought. "Mouth, Dave, I want your mouth on my pussy, please." You beg. 

He chuckled and cupped your cheek, pressing a light kiss to your temple before he led you to the bed. “As you wish, love.” Dave teased. You were so desperate to feel Dave's body against you that you whined in your head, He looks so handsome in his work clothes, but even better naked. What is he doing still dressed? I want everything off.

He placed you on the bed and removed his shirt slowly. He briefly paused, glancing at you, before dropping his clothes to the floor along with his belt. You gasp seeing your husband bare and you take him in. He’s so beautiful… His black hair, his dark eyes, his prominent nose, his full bottom lip and his thinner top one, his jaw and the stubble that adorns his handsome face, his neck, his broad shoulders, his slight stomach, and oh god… his cock… it’s so thick and hard already.  You bite your lips at the sight of your husband putting a little show for you. You want to reach out to him but he climbs onto the bed and straddles your legs, staring into your eyes with lustful eyes.

“God you look beautiful, babygirl.” He whispered. You felt his breath on your earlobe. He moved to your collarbone and sucked gently on it. A shiver ran down your spine. “Me? Have you looked at yourself?” You responded your voice a mere breath, heavy with longing and adoration. “You’re fucking perfect…”

Dave chuckled softly at your admiration for him. He reached his hand out and grabbed your wrist and began to pull at your fingers. 

“I don’t care what I look like, my wife is even prettier.” He teased, biting his lip.

You couldn’t even argue with him when he started lightly trailing his hands over your still-clothed body. 

“Dave,” you moaned out. “Please!” he smiled and moved back up to your lips, kissing you deeply. Mhm! I love his lips on mine, but I want them somewhere else.

“Please baby, I want you to touch me…” you pleaded quietly. 

He smirked down at you. "Patience, love. I need to get you undressed first."

"Oh, god…" you whimpered, feeling your panties getting wetter, and your nipples hardening under his gaze. He gently grazes his teeth against the skin on your collarbone causing you to squirm underneath him. "Almost there," Dave told you, "Just let me take your clothes off."

He pushed it up and off your shoulders and allowed it to cascade down your arms. Then, without warning, he leaned forward and nibbled on your neck, leaving behind a trail of fiery kisses. You let out another moan and arched your back slightly when he nuzzled the sensitive skin there. He admired your form for a few seconds before his thick fingers moved down to unbutton your jeans. He slid them down your hips, tossing them aside. You watched eagerly, your breaths quickening as he took his time removing your underwear.

The expression that graced his face was one you knew all too well, a blend of adoration and hunger, with just a look on his face, you knew you could never doubt the connection you shared. It never ceased to make your heart flutter, to remind you of the depth of his passion and the intensity of his love. In his eyes, you found solace, acceptance, and love.

"Beautiful..." he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible. He gently rubbed his thumb against your bare hip before pulling back his head to look at you again. He leaned forward and planted featherlight kisses on each side of your neck before taking a firm hold of your naked ass. 

You gasped softly, feeling his lips and teeth graze on your flesh. “Oh…” you hummed into his shoulder. “Dave…” You groaned. His lips continued their journey down your neck and across your collarbone. 

You felt your pussy begin to water further as you felt his large hands slip between your legs, massaging you slowly. You were desperate for his touch. "Dave, please…" You whined.

"Shh, darling, I'm almost done." Once again, he kissed along your neck and collarbone and then began to suck on your left nipple with his teeth causing you to gasp.

You moaned and threw your head back in pleasure. He continued to tease you until you were writhing underneath him. Dave caught your right nipple and he roughly pinched and rolled it between his thumb and index finger, while he continued to suck at your other breast.

“Ah!” You shivered beneath him and you clutched the sheets beneath you, arching your back slightly. “Nngh! Dave!” You whimpered and you didn’t think you could bear it anymore.

"You're so fucking beautiful, baby." Dave groaned out in satisfaction.

"Please, Dave." You begged desperately.

He released your nipples and pulled away slightly from you. He moved his attention from your breasts to your abdomen, tracing small circles across your skin with his lips. Oh, Dave. He’s so good to me… A chorus of breathy gasps and soft moans escaped your lips as he peppered kisses over your belly button, his affectionate exploration inching lower with every blissful moment.

"Mmmm," he murmured, his warm breath caressing your skin, a melodic sound that echoed the depths of his desire. His fingers brushed the hair that covered your most sensitive area causing you to cry out in ecstasy, igniting an inferno of sensation that rendered you helpless to its intoxicating power. A cry of ecstasy escaped your lips, blending with the symphony of pleasure that swirled around you.

With grace, Dave lowered himself, his gaze locked with yours, brimming with both adoration and a raw hunger that mirrored your own. His hands delicately placed your legs on his broad, bare shoulders and he moved you down with him so you could be at the edge of the bed.

His eyes held the same admiration and love as he stared at you as if you were his only goal in life. It was enough to put you in a daze. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him either. He looked so handsome, so sexy wearing nothing, kneeling in front of you. You wanted him, so badly, your body ached.

The strength in his arms flexed, his muscles taut as he held you securely. A momentary pause filled the air as he licked his lips, a subtle flicker of anticipation dancing in his eyes. His gaze, adorned with long, dark lashes, met yours, an intensity mingling with gentle tenderness, and a knowing smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"Please, Dave," you breathed out. "I need...you...now!" you panted desperately. 

As the words hung in the air, your chest rising and falling with each rapid breath, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight before you. Dave, on his knees, devoting himself to your pleasure. The sight of him in this vulnerable position stirred a sensation within you, a surreal mix of awe and adoration. I'll never get used to seeing him on his knees for me you thought dreamily.

In a swift motion, he closed the remaining distance by lowering his head and sliding his hands under your ass to bring you his mouth. With practiced ease, he engulfed your clit in his mouth and lightly suckled on it. Your moans grew louder as he gently stroked your sensitive flesh with his tongue, his teeth occasionally grazing your already throbbing clit. "Mmm...ah! Yes! Dave, fuck..." you cried out in delight.

You kept screaming out in pleasure and he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, keeping you flush with him. Your head fell back, your eyelids fluttering closed as your mind became clouded with sensations and the overwhelming feeling of his warm mouth.

His mouth went further down, licking you from your clit all the way to your entrance. He then wrapped his lips around one of your folds, licking and sucking gently on your entrance while his fingers played with your clit lightly. Dave groaned at the feeling of your wet hot cunt in his mouth and how you were throbbing against his tongue. He pulled back and looked down at you with a smirk plastered on his face. “Such a sweet girl.” Dave praised.

When he was on his knees, Dave was always hit hard by a powerful surge of wanting to be with you, to reward you, and to taste you. The way she looks right now… so blissed out. Fuck, I need more of her, Dave thought. Once more, he seized hold of your hips and forcefully parted your thighs further before burying his head between your thighs and hungrily licking at your tight, aching cunt.

“Ah! D-dave!” you gasped.

Dave felt a primal desire between your parted thighs. His warm breath caressed your skin, sending ripples of anticipation through your body. With an instinctual urge, he leaned forward, his tongue pressing firmly against your wet entrance. Dave shook his head up and down creating a delicious rhythm while shoving his tongue against your entrance and moaning directly into your pussy. 

The intensity of the moment flooded his senses. His tongue expertly explored the contours of your cunt, tracing every delicate fold and crevice, savoring the very essence of your desire. The taste of you, sweet, tangy, and intoxicating, ignited a fire within him, fueling his hunger for more, and making his tongue dive even deeper. His mind swirled with primal thoughts, consumed by the overwhelming sensation of your essence filling his senses.

Fuck, she tastes so... so good... mmmm, Dave's thoughts echoed in his mind. He loved eating you out not just for your pleasure, but also for his own. The combination of your unique taste, the subtle muskiness, and the heady mixture of arousal intoxicated him, amplifying his hunger for you. Every delicate moan and whimper that escaped your lips only spurred him further, driving him to seek out your most sensitive spots with fervent devotion.

The symphony of your cries and the rhythmic movements of your hips guided him, urging him deeper into your pussy, unleashing waves of pleasure that cascaded through your body.

Your body trembled uncontrollably as waves of pleasure surged through every fiber of your being. The overwhelming sensations threatened to overpower your ability to stay upright, causing your elbows to buckle beneath the weight of your pleasure. Desperately seeking support, your hands fumbled behind you, and soon your fingertips brushed against a silky pillow.

Urgently, you grasped the pillow, your fingers tightly gripping the fabric as you guided it behind your back. As the softness of the pillow met your burning skin, it allowed you to enjoy the view of your husband without straining yourself. 

“Mmm, I want you to cum right in my mouth, babygirl,” Dave encouraged you. “I know you’re close.” 

“Mhm,” you whimpered. You tangle your fingers into Dave's hair and tug at it as you grind against his hot mouth. "So close, baby. Ahh!”

Dave immediately grasped your hips, to support you, and he watched in awe as your bare breasts bounced and your hips moved, rising and falling against his face. 

“Ohh! Nngh…ah!” you moaned heavily. “Sh-shit, I’m g-gonna c-cum – Dave! Ah!” 

“Fuck, c’mon, cum for me my love.” 

He grabbed your hips and pressed you up against his mouth, growling directly into your pussy and his nose brushed up against your clit. 

Your body shudders in response to the contact, the friction making you tremble uncontrollably. 

"Come for me, princess." He coaxed.

“Mm-mierda!,” you cried out, grabbing onto his hair tightly. Your nails lightly scratched his scalp, making him grunt out of pleasure.

“Ah! c-cumming! I’m cumming!” you cried out loudly. Your hair sticks to your forehead as your body overheats, and for a moment, you blank out. 

The only thing you were capable of doing was to scream loudly, your orgasm exploding into Dave's mouth. 

You let out a pool of cum, coating Dave's face with it. He grinned, enjoying the taste of your juices dripping onto his tongue. He eagerly drank it all down and appreciated every single drop. 

The taste of you made his cock twitch involuntarily. He felt his balls tighten even more at the taste of your cum flooding his tongue.

He quickly moved to lick you clean, using his tongue to drive you insane. He held you steady with strong arms, through your overstimulation, while making sure not to hurt you or cause any discomfort. 

“Verg-ahh, Amor, ah!” 

As the aftershocks of your orgasm rocked your entire body, your vision became blurry with tears. You no longer had a clear vision of Dave, but you heard him groan loudly, the sounds reverberating in his throat. He swallowed every last drop of your cum as he continued to kiss you, savoring every single drop, not wanting it to ever leave his mouth

"Mm, mm, mmpfh!" Overstimulated, you let out a combination of gasps and moans. 

When Dave finally lapped the last of your cum, he pulled away from your cunt and placed light butterfly kisses on your thighs. 

"There we go, sweetheart," he beamed, his smile brimming with satisfaction. "Limpiecita."

You smiled widely up at him, a sense of euphoria running through your body. You felt like you couldn't quite contain your happiness. 

“You’re so good to me, my love,” you said breathlessly. “None of my exes bothered to learn Spanish at your level, and now look at you. Todo un experto.” You say, voice filled with genuine admiration for the man who never gave you the bare minimum.

With a slight accent, he continued, "Sabes que haría cualquier cosa por ti." 

“I know mi esposo, and that’s why te mereces una recompensa. ¿Te parece?” You ask him suggestively, smiling devilishly.

"What are you thinking, love?" he asked with a grin. 

"Well, I was thinking how much I really want to taste you. Of how much I want your cock in my mouth."

His eyes sparkled at your words, and he flips you over so that he’s the one on the bed now. "Then taste me, babe. Make me yours." he murmurs.

Dave nearly choked on air when he saw you lower to your knees, your lips slightly trembling with eagerness, finally parting your lips for him, eagerly awaiting his dick.

A low growl escaped from his throat as his eyes took in the image of you, your naked body glistening with sweat and your eyes fixed solely on his cock, ready for whatever he would give you.

Mmm, Dave thought, admiring the perfect shape of your lips now open, just waiting for him to fill your pretty little mouth with his cock, but not his cum because he wanted to cum inside you this first round. 

“Good girl.”

Dave watched as the tip of his already leaking length gently pushed open your lips wider, and then the length of his cock gradually started to sink inside your lovely mouth. He exhaled softly. 

You let out a moan, closing your eyes as your lips enveloped and swallowed every single drop that leaked from him. It was delicious, and his cock pulsed inside of your mouth, filling you completely. 

Your delicate tongue felt the warmth and weight of his cock. You bobbed your head as your hot, wet tongue danced around his cock.

As soon as Dave felt your tongue brush up against him, he internally groaned. Oh fuck, I just want to wreck that little mouth of hers… Mm no, I have to be gentle right now so I don't hurt her. Dave thought.

You gave it your all for him, so intent on taking him in that as you moved up and down his length, your saliva began to wet your lips giving them a pretty shine.

"Such a good girl," Dave smirked and stated with appreciation. "My baby always does her best for me, right?

You pushed your head forward on his dick and mumbled, "Mmpfh," incoherently in response.

He questioned you knowingly, "How do I taste, baby?" 

"Mmmmm, so fucking good…"

Fuck, Dave's heart skipped a beat, his breathing hitched. Fuck, I love hearing her talk about me like this. I know she's not lying, I can tell.

As Dave attempted to make his way into your throat, he added, “Sweetheart, you might have to get messier." While he was aware that his cock needed to go deeper, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

You did your best to suck his cock and swallow as much of him as you could. He did taste good, so fucking good, and you loved having his cock's ridges gliding back and forth between your lips and its weight pressing onto your tongue. But as his cock started to react, thickening and growing longer, you started to fit only a fraction of him into your mouth.

You pulled away and kissed the tip of his cock while panting.

Dave slipped his cock back into your mouth as you opened it once more. He gave you some time to adjust before making a small thrust.

You slightly gag in shock. Your throat started to tighten, and you frantically grabbed at his thighs.

"C’mon," Dave urged you as he tightened his hold on your head after sensing your natural tendency to withdraw.

When you felt his cock shove into the lower part of your throat, you let out a ragged whimper. 

Dave told you, though his voice was now gruff and hardly audible, "C’mon, amor, tu puedes. You need to loosen your throat just a little.”

He pulled your head down while pushing you to take every bit of his cock in your mouth because he knew exactly how to force you to open your throat gradually. 

You let out a choked whimper as you choked on his cock. 

He brought his free hand to his lap and intertwined your hands. He rubbed his thumb over the pads of your fingers, gently rubbing in small circular motions, trying to calm you down.

"Okay, baby. Take it easy now," he coaxed.

You breathed deeply and tried to calm yourself down, but it didn't work.

"It's okay, honey, that's it." Dave encouraged. "You're doing great." 

"You can do it," he assured you while guiding you in a very patient manner. "Remember to use your nose to breathe; you've done this before. Let your throat relax, but please push me hard if I hurt you, okay? I’ll be fine but shove me away if you need to."

You nodded and breathed in slowly. Then you slowly moved forward, letting him continue pumping into you.

Dave then exhaled deeply and slowly and mumbled, "Your mouth feels so good."

You couldn’t bring yourself to care about the rising soreness in your jaw, because you loved to take him in your mouth and throat. Oh fuck, he mmm tastes so good and those sounds he’s letting out…

Your hand trailed along his thigh, brushing your fingertips across the ridges of muscle, sending sparks throughout his entire body. 

Now that you were relaxed, he was now able to slam his cock into your throat. 

"Good girl. Mmm, I love when you suck my cock. Always so good." 

You loved his praises. It only encouraged you to keep moving your head to keep your mouth and throat stuffed. 

Dave's breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened when your cheeks bulged even more. Shit… Her mouth is so warm… He thought.

Yes, yes… He’s so close, fuck… I want his cum!

"Uh- Fuck, baby, you feel amazing, b-but I can’t mouth in your m-mouth this…this time." So, reluctantly Dave pulls your head off him and guides you to his lap.

"Why?" You asked worriedly.

"Because I want to cum inside you and I'm a bit impatient to wait until I'm ready again."He replies, placing a finger underneath your chin.

"Okay." You sighed in genuine disappointment.

But a second later, a smile graced your lips as you reached out your hand and traced along the line of his jaw. 

"You're so handsome," you playfully teased, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “You have no idea how beautiful you look." You continue as your fingertips traced the contours of his stubbled cheekbones and jawline.

"Haha, yeah, yeah," he replied dryly, seemingly unaffected by your compliment, but in reality, his heart started racing. "What do you want?" he asked, his tone laced with playful skepticism.

Feigning surprised, you mock gasped, "Do I have to want something to compliment you?" Your voice danced with lightness, a teasing edge evident in your words.

"Ya te conozco," he responded knowingly, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

With a dramatic flair, you continued, "Fine. Since you won't let me take you in my mouth, can you please fuck me instead?"

He chuckled, his laughter filling the air. "Ah, no. Not yet anyway."

"What do you mean 'not yet'?" You asked with an arched brow.

"Not yet." He smirked. "And A, we're not just fucking, we're going to make love, and B, I need to get you prepared before I'm inside you." 

"Oh, come on!" You whined in annoyance. "But I'm dripping!"

You sighed quietly as you planned your next step. He's not going to cave, is he? You complained in your head. "And I already came once!" you added, hoping to sway him with your argument.

With an unwavering focus, he responded his tone a mixture of firmness and love. "It'll only take a minute."

Your pout deepened as you tried one last attempt at persuasion, "But Dave..."

"No." He replied stubbornly.

"Pleaseeee…." you plead, touching his thigh seductively before he stopped your hand from going further.

He met your gaze, his determination firm. "Sorry, love."

Resigned to his decision, you sighed in defeated acceptance. "Alright, but just some quick fingering, got it?" you conceded.

He nodded eagerly. "Yeah, okay, you're in charge."

You gave him a playful smack on the shoulder. "You can never let me have any fun."

"Whatever you say, sweetheart," He shrugged with a smile.

With a mock scowl, you muttered under your breath, "Hijo de-" but before you could complete your sentence, Dave swiftly scooped you up from his lap, his strong arms encircling your body, and threw you onto the bed.

Your back met the softness of the mattress, and a burst of laughter escaped your lips as you gazed up at Dave.                                                                                                                                                   

“That wasn’t funny." Dave chuckled, sitting next to your body and rubbing his thumb tenderly over your bottom lip.

You gave him a pointed look. "Yeah, well, you're a real asshole."

"Awe, c'mon baby. You’re calling your husband an asshole when all he wants to do is please you?"

A playful pout formed on your lips as you crossed your arms. "Well, I've been begging my husband to make love to me, but all he wants to do is tease me." You playfully complained, your words dancing between frustration and desire.

You could feel Dave's dick twitch with excitement. Ha, I’m getting there! you thought, realizing that a little more convincing would push him to the brink, granting you the long-awaited pleasure of feeling him deep inside you. 

"Here, feel how ready I am," you whispered, guiding his hand between your parted thighs.

His fingers glided over your moist folds, their touch igniting an electric surge of pleasure that rippled through your body. You moaned lightly, your body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

"Jesus Christ, you're fucking soaked."

You smiled happily. "I am, and it's all because of you, my love." You confessed.

Fuck, she is ready. She'll be a tight fit, but she takes me, my perfect girl always does he thought. "Maybe I should change our plans. I mean, if you really want me to make love to you, we can go straight to sex.” 

"Really?" You asked hopefully, a hint of hope shining in your eyes. 

His response came swiftly, his voice full of adoration, “Yeah, my girl gets anything she wants."

He continued to rub your clit and stroke your pussy, your breathing became heavier.

"Good, because I've wanted this for so long," you moaned. "I want you inside me, Dave"

Your husband kissed you passionately, then asked, "How do you want me?"

"However you want." 

Dave sat on his knees and looked down at you with lust in his eyes, "On your back, just like this, baby, but scoot up a little." He demanded.

Eagerly, you obeyed his order, swiftly shifting up the bed until your head nestled into the softness of the pillows. With anticipation coursing through your veins, you spread your legs open, inviting him to take his place between them.

A smile of satisfaction curved his lips as he admired your form. "That's my good girl," he praised.

You gasped quite loudly as he gripped his length in his hand and placed the tip of his thick cock at your tight entrance. 

Oh, fuck! The pressure, mmm… he already feels good and it’s only the tip. But of course, it feels like this, it’s my D-

“Dave!” You wail loudly.

Dave couldn't help but press his lips against yours. Throughout these kisses, he kept pushing his hips forward, slowly and surely splitting apart your tight pussy with his dick. 

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” Dave grunted. “I thought- uh- I thought you said you were wet enough.”

"I am!"

"N-no," he stuttered. "I'm gonna have to pull out and prep you some more"

Immediately you crossed your legs around his waist, "No, Dave! Please, stay inside me! I can take it!" 

“Relax, baby, I’ll stay.” Dave stilled and reached down to your clit and played with you to encourage you to open up. 

He kept his cock inside your tight pussy while he teased you with his fingers. He felt your body open up and pushed more of him inside.

"Ah…faster, please, my love, move!"

Dave chuckled at how much you wanted him, then obeyed, slowly moving deeper. His grin turned into his jaw slacking as he felt the immense pleasure run through his veins. Shit, I’m splitting her open and she’s taking it like a good girl. 

He was resisting the need to fuck every inch of his cock into your perfect pussy. He had to remind himself, Gentle, gentle, Dave. She loves it rough, but…ah…now’s not the time. She needs to feel your love, before your quote-on-quote trip. You dumbass, you just had to take that job, and now you’ve hurt her by leaving. So you better not hurt her tonight.

“You feel so good, my love. So perfect… uh…I love you. I love you.” Dave moaned.

“Love you! I l-love you! You’re so good to… ah…to me.” You cried out as your entire pussy began to throb.

When he did begin to take you deep, all you were capable of doing was lying there with your legs spread open and taking his cock as he repeatedly thrusted into you. 

“O-oh, nngh, god, y-you feel good, mmm, so g-good inside me.” You panted.

"Fuck y-yeah, you do too, baby," Dave grunted.

“Ah! Ah, m-mierd-aaa… you’re so deep, Dave… feels so good!” He’s so deep…Oh! I’m dripping all over him.

As you clutched to the sheets, you cried out broken versions of Dave's name. 

The friction at your entrance felt incredible as Dave began to move his hips forward. While resisting the urge to close your eyes, you melted against the bed. Ah, don't close your eyes. Look at him!

He worked your bodies to the point of exhaustion, each roll of his hips igniting the passion that consumed you both. As the intensity grew, Dave took one of your hands in his and intertwined your fingers. In the midst of the mind-blowing sex, he kept declaring his love for you and praising you for being such a good girl and taking everything he gave you.

“Dave! A-Ah! Ah, ah! Deeper please!” you cried out squeezing his fingers

Dave complied with your plea, filling your body with more of him, pushing himself to his hilt. You screamed out, gripping his hand tightly.

When his tip kissed your g-spot, you became a mess sputtering incoherent moans.

“¡A-allí! Yes!”

Dave groaned in response to the noises you made, loving how he brought you to this state.

As your bodies became one, Dave pulled your hands above your head and held them tight, keeping you from pulling away or moving at all. You knew he was holding you so tightly because he feared that this would be the last night you could be together like this. 

You felt immense sadness at the thought of this being your last night with Dave, and a tear ran down your cheek. Dave slowed down to kiss away your single tear, then asked, "Why the tear, baby?

You knew he knew the reason you were crying, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it, so you ignored his question and focused on your other feelings. "I-I-I can't… nngh… feel my legs, and it's so good, oh…" You whimpered. 

I shouldn’t have said that. He’s going to want to stop. "No pares, por favor." You begged.

"Fuck!" Dave yelled as he thrusted into you hard. "I won't stop, baby, I promise. I'll never stop loving you, baby," he panted, thrusting into you with more force, "Fuck, I love you," he gasped. "I love you so fucking much; I can't live without you."

"I love you too, Dave, so much." You whimper.

He gently released your hands, allowing his fingers to trail along your stomach, a tender touch that makes the coil in your stomach threaten to snap. "When I come back," he promised, his voice laced with determination and tenderness, "I'll give you those babies we've always wanted."

"Yes!" You exclaimed, unable to contain the ecstasy you felt at the sound of his words. "I want to have your babies, Dave!"

He bit his lip and he fucked you even faster and harder, your pussy tightening around his cock.

“You’re going to be beautiful pregnant, baby,” he said, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, causing the two of you to scream in pleasure, “So fucking beautiful...” 

Yesyesyes! I want his babies! You repeated in your head unable to vocalize your thoughts.

Dave was on top of you now, kissing you passionately, his body flushes against yours, his hips thrusting into you with more force than before. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer.

"Ohhhhh, oh fuck!" He growled as he pounded harder into you.

"I-I'm gonna cum!" you screamed, your nails digging into his shoulders. Dave went harder and faster, feeling your pussy clench around him. "Ohhhh," you squealed.

Dave groaned loudly as he felt the pressure from your silky walls on his cock.

“Uh…You're so fucking tight, baby. C’mon… mmm… cum for m-me.” 

You could feel it coming and your moans became louder, his words igniting the fire within you.

"Oh god, oh god, Dave! Aaah!" You came with a loud cry.

Dave began thrusting in and out furiously, moaning each time his cock was buried to the hilt. He grunted as he held his orgasm back, wanting to last longer. He kissed you deeply as you scratched his back and moaned into his mouth.

He fiercely spat out, "Oh, shit!” as soon as he felt your pussy milking his cock and a surge of your hot cum coating his cock, he lost control.

He shuddered and warned, "I'm gonna… uh, I'm gonna fucking c-cum," in a strained voice as he felt the familiar tingling sensation in his balls.

"Cum inside me, Dave, give me your cum!” You pleaded desperately.

Your husband let out a deep growl and released inside you, thrusting hard as his cum filled you.

"Fuck! Ahh! I love you!" He moaned loudly.

“Teamoteamo…” You panted as he rode out his orgasm. 

He continued to pump you full of his cum, the hot liquid filling you up to the brim. You were overwhelmed with pleasure as you felt your husband's warm seed fill you, his cock still buried deep within you. Mmmm… I love when he comes inside me. Fuck, he came so much. 

Dave thrusted several more times but soon came down from his high. He pulled out of you and both of you shivered and moaned at the feeling of his cock leaving your body. He looked down at his work and saw that your thighs were wet with your own juices.

"We look good together. I wonder if we taste better?" He mused playfully.

"I'm getting tired of tasting my pussy on your tongue." You joked, sitting up on the bed.

"I'm not," Dave replied. To prove his point, he brought his index and middle fingers to your dripping cunt, scooping out your combined cum. With a devilish grin, he brought his fingers to his lips, savoring the taste.

"Mmmm, so good," he hummed, his satisfaction evident in his expression. "C'mon, don't you want a taste?" he teased, knowing you wouldn't be able to resist.

You nodded and opened your mouth.

The sweet tang flooded your mouth and you moaned. The moment he put his thick fingers on your tongue, you began sucking greedily onto it. He’s right, mmm, we always taste so good together…

He continued the motion until all traces of cum were gone from his fingers. 

"I'm sorry I went too hard on you," Dave's voice filled with genuine concern as he held your gaze, his brown eyes filled with remorse.

You reach out to caress his face, "It was perfect, Dave. It's always perfect with you." He leaned into your hand, pressing a tender kiss against your palm.

"Te amo." He whispered.

"Yo te amo más," you replied, your voice filled with a playful hint of competition.

"Let's agree to disagree because I don't want to debate with you right now." He teased, the same playful glimmer in his eyes.

"No? And what do you want to do with me right now?" You ask, a mischievous smile gracing your lips.

"I want to have my wife again, duh!" he exclaimed, his tone laced with amusement as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Laughter bubbled from deep within you, but suddenly you remembered- "The cookies!" You exclaimed, a hint of panic in your voice.

"The cookies?" 

"I left them in the oven, but they're going to get cold!" You explained, feeling a sense of urgency.

"I'll go get them," Dave offered, standing up and moving towards the door.

"And while I'm gone, for cookies, go pee." He playfully teased.

"Oh yeah, I'll go to the restroom soon. As soon as my limbs stop shaking," You subtly teased back, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Dave chuckled, his confidence evident. "I did my job then." He replied, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

You gave him a knowing look, your words laced with playful affection. "Use the gloves, and there's a bowl of lemon glaze on the counter, so just grab a spoon and drizzle it on the cookies. They're Lemon Blueberry, by the way."

The mention of blueberries brought a smile to his face. This man really loves blueberries, doesn't he? You thought to yourself. “I love blueberries.” He whispers and you have to stifle a laugh.

"We'll eat our cookies, and then we're going again, deal? And this time, I’ll last longer, I promise." Dave proposed the mischievousness in his voice evident.

"Of course, and Dave?" You paused, your voice filled with tenderness.

"Yes, my love?" He replied, his attention fully focused on you.

"I love you." You declared, your voice filled with sincerity.

"I love you too. I'll be back soon." He reassured you. With those words, he exited the bedroom, and a few seconds later, you heard his voice echoing from the hallway, "I have to go get cookies!" He called out, making you giggle in response.

Spanish translations: 

Hice unas galletas de limón = I made some lemon cookies

Mm-mierda! = Sh-shit!

Verg-ahh, Amor = Fuc-k, love

Limpiecita = All clean 

Todo un experto = quite an expert

Sabes que haría cualquier cosa por ti. = You know I’d do anything for you

I know mi esposo, and that’s why te mereces una recompensa. ¿Te parece? = I know my husband, and thats why you deserve a reward. What do you think?

Ya te conozco = I already know you…

Hijo de- = Son of a-

M-mierd-aaa = S-shi-t

A-allí! = T-there!

No pares, por favor. = Don’t stop, please

Teamoteamo = IloveyouIloveyou

Te amo = I love you

Yo te amo más = I love you more

Extended note: As I mentioned in my initial post, I have been writing fanfiction for a long time. However, I recently decided to start sharing some of my work. English is my third language, and while I have experience writing and publishing grants, research papers, proposals, and so on, it’s nothing compared to fanfiction and erotica. Also, I have always had a team to revise my work, so this is definitely outside of my comfort zone. With this being said, I apologize for any and all mistakes because if I read this over, I’ll overthink and not post.

I don't know when the next part will be up because I like to create dividers and the image displayed at the top of the post. I'm not quite sure what to call it—Collage-like manner gifs? Banner? Oh, and I'm horrible at graphic design, so it took me an embarrassing amount of time to create the ones included here. 

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[mac-n-cheese-flavored-arson]

I don't know how people can just live with the things happening in the world, swallow it like a pill that didn't want to take, and move on.

I don't understand how people can hear about the government making abortion a felony, or forcing trans people to flee for our lives like refugees in our own country, or a nazi committing a mass shooting in a black neighborhood, or someone killing 18 4th graders and 3 teachers, or the government saying that once you're found guilty and sentenced to prison there's no chance for you to be exonerated and released even if you're innocent and have proof, and still get up every morning and go to work and school and the grocery store.

I don't know how people can just live with the amount that's wrong, if I think about any of it for a second too long it feels like getting stabbed in the gut but there are people that just watch the news and then make their kids dinner like they didn't just see the blood of children smeared in the hallway of an elementary school

It feels like nothing I could ever possibly do could help, it feels like I'm a caged animal in both my personal life and in a world that wants me dead, it feels like this crushing weight that none of us can ever lift

I don't know how people can ignore the signs of fascism and genocide so easily like we haven't fucking been here and done this before, and I'm scared, and I'm scared for the people I love, and I'm scared for the people I've never met, and I'm scared for the people I hate even, because none of us deserve to be forced to carry pregnancies or die from back alley abortions or go to prison because a jury thought a miscarriage was intentional, and none of us deserve to be told we can't have health care, and none of us deserve to be told that we should die in walmarts, and none of us deserve to be told that this is just how it is

And I HATE comparing anything to the Holocaust but if you look at the beginning of it you would see how scary and horrifying it is for the government to be forcing entire oppressed and marginalized groups to move to certain locations and banning them from others, and I CANNOT get rid of the fear and horror that I feel thinking about trans people being forced into very specific areas to be able to access life saving care, this is a story that we've fucking heard before and it does not end well.

And there's more. Of course there's even more happening, but all of this is just the past 4 weeks. It seems like everything I feel or experience or do is shadowed with this fucking nightmare, like I can never let myself enjoy anything too much because everything is so fucking awful and dangerous in the world, and I don't know how much more I can take

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[waiting4inspiration]

Holding onto a Dream (Dark!Ubbe x Reader)

Summary: Ubbe wants you to carry his seed. You want to live in solidarity. Only one of you can have their way and slaves never get what they want which means you can only dream a hopeless dream.

Warnings: forced pregnancy, unwanted pregnancy, implies smut, strong language, slave!reader, dark!ubbe, implied noncon

Word Count: 1,531

Requested by anonymous:

You've been told by many men that you're beautiful, that you look like a goddess. That you're the woman they would like to see grow big with their child. Of course, you never had a choice when it came to Ubbe Ragnarsson.

He chose you as his slave when you came in with the other thralls at the market in Kattegat, but he wasn't going to use you to clean up and serve food. No, he intended to breed you so that his seed would carry on strong.

"It's a wonderful thing being a mother. Having the gift to bring life into the world is like a miracle from the Gods. And I know a lot of women will be jealous of you having the opportunity to bring this child into the world. You should be happy to be here," Aslaug told you when Ubbe announced your pregnancy.

But you're not happy to be here. You didn't want to be a mother. You planned on being a shieldmaiden when you were a child. Fighting in the Shield Wall seemed to be like a dream to you and it's what you held onto when you were taken as a slave.

After meeting Ubbe and being in Kattegat, your dreams and plans changed. You long to just be alone. You want to live in a cabin in the woods, by yourself where you can do whatever you want and invite in whoever you want and kill whoever you don't want to be near you. Being alone is the dream you cling onto, one that you know will never happen now that there is a child growing in your stomach.

Obviously, your unhappiness doesn't go unnoticed by the father of your child. He's kept quiet through the months, thinking that in time you'd get that glow of pregnancy and you'd soon feel that happiness of becoming a mother.

But now that you're about to give birth any day now, he's getting irritated with your constant melancholy.

"You are not happy," he states with a monotone voice as he walks into the room, making your head snap over your shoulder to look back at him.

You watch him place his weapon down at the door of the room, something you always make sure he does before you talk to him because you can never be sure what he'll do next to you and you're not sure if carrying his child will be enough to stop him from killing you. Though, sometimes you think that's not a bad idea.

"How can I be when I wanted none of this?" you mutter, taking your hand off of the large, round burden you carry.

"And what did you want? To live out in the woods like an outcast?"

"If it meant I'd be unbothered by you and everyone else in your fucking family then yes," you hiss, snapping around to face him with a hateful glare in your eyes.

Ubbe smirks at you, thinking how feisty you have become since being with his child. You would never talk like this to him before, but now it's a nice change. It makes the fight all the more fun.

Your glare dies when he starts walking towards you, your heart skipping a beat as your mind raced with thoughts of what he could do next. Would he beat you? Would he lay his hands on you while carrying his child or is he going to wait until you give birth and then 'discipline' you for all the things you had done wrong during your pregnancy? Or are his words going to be a knife to cut you now?

"Why do you wish to hurt my heart, (Y/n)? After everything I have done for you?" he whispers, placing his hand over his heart as he comes to stand in front of you.

You tell yourself to not feel guilty, that these are words to make you feel that way. You won't let him. "You have done nothing for me-"

"I have spared you from a life of burden. Would you rather work 'til your hands bleed everyday and you cannot stand because your feet are blistered?'' he asks, gently pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You try to pull your hand away from him, but it just follows you. "I have given you the mercy all thralls wish for. You won't have to work as they do. All you have to do is be a mother to the children I give you."

You swallow roughly and bite the inside of your cheek when you feel him rest his hand on the swell of your stomach. "Then why don't you free me so that your children don't come from a slave?"

Ubbe laughs, drops his eyes to your stomach, and swipes his thumb over the material covering the home of his heir. Any day now and he will hold what he hopes is his son in his arms. "You would have too much freedom then. I fear that if I free you, you will leave for the pathetic dream to live alone in the woods. And I cannot have that," he says, leaning down to try and place a kiss on your lips.

But you turn your head, making his lips land on your cheek. "I promised the Gods when I saw you that I would never let you go and I would keep you as mine until one of us stops breathing. I intend to keep my promise to them," he whispers in your ear, his voice making a shiver run up your spine and a shaky breath leave your lips.

"What makes you think the Gods care about your dreams?"

"What makes you think they care about yours?" he asks back, stepping away from you with a coy smile on his face. "They would have done something to save you by now if they cared. But here you are and here you will stay."

You were told so many times how your motherly instincts will kick in the moment you hold your baby but all you could do was cry. Everyone thought that they were tears of joy. None of them knew that you were crying because you knew that your dream is now too far out of reach.

You waited for that feeling of motherly nurture to fill you, but every time you look at the son you birthed you couldn't help but feel hatred for what they represent to you. It made Ubbe happy to have a son, but you know that soon he will ask for another.

No, we won't ask. He will force another on you.

Hearing Ubbe walking into the room, you don't bother turning your head to acknowledge him because you know he's only here for one thing. "Your son is with your mother," you bluntly say, staring at the wall in front of you as you pull the pelt of fur tighter around you.

"I know. I asked her to keep him for the night," Ubbe says.

You can hear him taking his clothes off, your eyes closing in dread as a sob catches in your throat. You had only finished bleeding a few days ago and the healers have said that you are able to carry another child. It was only a matter of time before Ubbe made that happen.

He walks over to you, around the bed, and stands right in front of you. Lifting your head up by placing two fingers under your chin, you open your eyes to look at him, and a tear slips out to roll down your cheek.

You don't want to fight anymore. You can't bring yourself to fight. You can't find the strength to push away the numb feeling inside you to fight Ubbe about this.

And he notices this.

"Don't worry, (Y/n)," he soothes, wiping the tear off your cheek while caressing your cheek. "Your fire will come back once you're carrying my child again."

He pushes the pelt of fur off your shoulder, smiling to himself when he finds that you're already naked. Probably because you didn't bother getting dressed after taking a bath.

"I want a daughter," he whispers, making you lie down on the fur that had wrapped your body like a gift to him.

"Fine," you mutter, turning your head to the side as he crawls over you, kissing his way down your neck, over your chest, and across your body.

All you can do is close your eyes and think about your cabin in the woods, the peace you would have as a free woman, the life you would have without being treated like a breeding bitch.

Perhaps you would take the daughter Ubbe wants with you to save her from the way she would be treated. You have a feeling that she won't have the same respect a legitimate daughter of Ubbe Ragnarsson would have. She would be known as your daughter first and foremost. The daughter of a whore. No woman deserves that.

But that's all a dream now. A pathetic, lost dream that will never see the light of day.

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