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tarjapearce · 8 months

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now im curious... the making of gabriella o'hara. on the night of the wedding or a complete surprise pregnancy?

Ah, our sweet Solecito ❤️

Let's see 🤭 mild nsfw undercut

"Miguel"

"Hm?" His lips kissed up and down your neck, the prong of his canines grazing your tender flesh, earning a shuddering whimper from you.

"It's not a safe day"

He gave a low grunt as his hands grope and squeezed your breast.

He shrugged nonchalantly "There's condoms for a reason"

"Nuh uh."

"Por favor? Si?" (Please? Yeah?)

"No."

"You just love me to beg, don't you?"

"Yes, but, truly! Is not a safe day, mi amor."

"You can't expect me to be still and not want you when you call me like that and you're ovulating"

"How do you even know I'm ovulating?"

"You forget I'm a scientist, cariño." His fingers tweaked with your nipples before pulling at them softly, earning another gasp from you.

"I keep track on you."

"You're just extra horny today"

"Again, you can't expect me to just look when I've got such a treat before me."

"Miguel-" the groan you were about to give died in your throat as he took your chin and pulled it upwards to kiss you deeply. His trapped manhood pressing on the curve of your ass, an indicator of his raging need.

"I swear..." You squealed as he hoisted you in his arms and rushed to the bed. Your clothes were discarded in a haste, just like his.

"Wait-" He didn't let you finish and he was already kissing and exploring your body with his warm hands.

"Mig-" His tongue invaded your mouth, silencing, a tan thumb flickering over your clit in lazy circles. Body jolting as a shiver ran down your spine.

Trying to reason with him when he was in needy mode was not only futile, but your little pleas enticed him to grope and squeeze you tighter. You had to push his face away to breathe. His hands were already kneading the supple of your glutes.

You tried to appeal to his rational side "Miguel, listen-" But were quickly interrupted by his nimble fingers prodding and stimulating your inner folds.

A whimper and another gasp as two fingers were inside slowly. His mouth latched on your left breast, suckling and toying with it.

"W-We need to be careful-"

"Shh. Whatever happens..." His fingers prodded deeper and rougher into you, "Happens."

Your hands clenched at the sheets, hips bucking and squeezing against his fingers.

Not that you didn't want to have kids, the idea seemed a bit too soon, despite two years of dating preceding you both, kids wasn't something you hadn't even thought about not discussed.

The plans of moving in together were the only thing that were certain.

But none of that mattered as his tongue traced down your abdomen. You were so in trouble.

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His hands held you tighter while his hips slapped against yours with such force you'd though he'd split you in two. From the many times you'd get down and dirty, you'd learn that his thrust grew rougher and meaner when he was about to cum.

His mouth was too ocuppied biting and marking your neck, to pay attention as what was going on between your legs.

"Miguel!" You choked a sobbing moan as your insides clenched around him, chest heaving in erratic and shallow pants, senses soaring in bliss, but Miguel stilled.

"W-What?" You spoke in between breaths

He gulped a little and a faltering smile crept up his lips.

"Miguel..." Your eyes widened as he trusted deep before spilling himself inside you. A chill rawn down your spine as the hot and familiar sensation pulsed within you.

Oh no

As he pulled out you could see the condom, broken and etched to his girth. A devious smirk stretched on his face.

"Shit..."

"Not fuckin funny!"

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The two of you looked at the pregnancy test, your hands trembled as the two parallel lines revealed themselves to you.

Miguel's breath hitched and you pouted.

"Told you it wasn't a safe day!" You smacked him softly with a pillow and he cradled you in his arms with a little yet triumphant smile.

"Guess we're stuck together then?"

His voice soft as he took your hand.

"I wasn't leaving you anyways. I'm just... scared."

"Naturally. I am scared too."

"Are you?"

He nodded and rested his hand on your thigh.

"But if you don't want to-"

"Is not that. Just... Im scared."

"You'll be a good mom"

"You think?"

"Yeah. Now kiss me."

"No."

"Why not?"

"You got me pregnant!"

"Might do it again" You smacked him again with the pillow, cheeks flared

"Cállate!"

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doki-doki-imagines · 5 days

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hello! I am the person who requested that reader with a cat who likes the boys a lot if u remember that request.

may I request (if ur not uncomfortable with it) some period comfort with an afab!reader (they/them pls) just taking care and helping reader with their period? if it's not too much can u also include reader sleeping a lot and craving lots of food (typical ik) and how reader just gets mad rlly easily.

characters: bi-han, syzoth, shang tsung, kenshi, raiden and liu kang

thank u and have a good day :) (smiling through the pain)

author note: I'm super late, but I suppose it's better than never. Hope you'll like these! Link to the cat post

Kenshi Takahashi: -He…He can smell when you are on your period. -Actually Kenshi can even tell when it is coming so he is always ready with food when it finally comes. -He tries to keep your pelvis warm and treat you softly since your body gets sore way more easily. -Kenshi goes a bit insane when you're ovulating, so now he is more calm and soft. -He'll try to make your mean comments slide, but it is hard for him, so it's better not to exaggerate, or Kenshi will snap back.

Raiden: -Really sweet and understand your needs. -But Raiden won't be a sticky boyfriend. He has work to do and won't take a day off. -When he finally understands how this period works for you, he will be prepared for the next one. -Your fave food? Check. Warm beverages? Check. Cover and 3 different kinds of movies to match your current mood? Check. -When Raiden gets home tho he is all for you. He likes to put you in his arms and draw circles on your hand, waiting for you to fall asleep on his chest. -Mean words are nothing to him. A king of taking the hit and making it slide off him.

Liu Kang: -"You bastard! Couldn't you erase menstruation while creating this world?" You whine into his arms, cramps making you curl in his body.

"Would you rather lay eggs, dear one?" Liu Kang replies, with a smile on his face, forefinger lifting your chin up to make you look into his brilliant eyes.

"You are just a meanie." You snap back, pushing his face away from yours, making a laughter blossom in his throat. -He tries not to make you eat too much junk food, but he'll back off when you look at him with fury in your eyes. -His body is better than any cover.

Bi-Han: -I'm sorry, but he would be pretty cold. -He was raised in a way that even if you were dying, you should take care of yourself without the help of anybody, so at max, he'll send your way a doctor. -Bi-Han has to work A LOT on being a normal human. He really doesn't know how to work around normal feelings that are outside his field of work. -And the future grandmaster lessons he has been given as a kid never focused on helping his partner out. It is already much that he decided who to be with. -Bi-Han probably knows very little about how menstruation works, mostly because they taught him not to care about other people and just think about how to be the perfect Lin Kuei's leader. -First work on making him act as a decent human, then Bi-Han will even make you a special tea to make your cramps less painful. -And if you look particularly pitiful he may snuck junk food too…

Syzoth: -The first time he saw you losing blood, he panicked because "Why are you losing blood?!?!" -After you explain how things work, Syzoth will let out a breath of relief. -Surprisingly, he understands pretty well that losing blood is a pain, so he doesn't mind following your order like a butler. -Syzoth is gonna snuggle under the covers with you, btw. -Not used to you being mean tho, even if he understands you aren't fine, he still takes those words personally.

Shang Tsung: -Actually, he'd make a potion to make your cramps fade. -But he doesn't do anything for nothing…are you ready to try his next experiments? Maybe the potion isn't as safe as he says. -Shang Tsung satisfies your cravings, but don't nag too much, or he'll get annoyed. -Also, don't be mean, or he will snap back, then you'll start to cry, and actually Shang Tsung has a weakness: your tears. Then he'll have to try to make you stop, but sadly, another mean word slips…it's an endless cycle that makes him think just "Hope this will end soon."

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winchester-girl67 · 4 months

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Wild Hearts (Part 7) - Ten Years After Dean Came Back

Summary: Dean and Y/N attend a session of couples' counselling with Dr. Garth Fitzgerald. They struggle with Y/N's infertility and make a final decision about the future of their family together.

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Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,668

Warnings: age gap (reader is 32, Dean is 37), infertility, couples' therapy, adoption, relationship angst, mentions of physical abuse by a parent, language, angst, fluff

A/N: After many rewrites and some creative differences with the characters in this series, we’ve come to the last part.

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Ten years after Dean came back.

"And how does that make you feel, Y/N?" The skinny man asked from his chair placed next to the couch.

He wore a tweed suit and you thought he looked more like a college professor than a couples' therapist. He had a notebook in his hands and jotted down notes every time either of you spoke.

"I don't know, not good." You shrugged.

"Mhm," he jotted down more notes, "I see."

It was your first appointment and Dean had yet to speak up for any of the questions. He told you there was no point in going since he still loved you and you still loved him. He made it sound so simple, but it was more complicated than that. And he knew you needed to talk it through, so here he was supporting you and holding your hand; you couldn't ask for more.

"And, Dean, how do you feel about it?" Mr. Fitzgerald asked.

Dean scrubbed his free hand over his mouth and chin as he side eyed you. Mr. Fitzgerald, or Garth as he told you to call him, hadn't directed any questions towards Dean until now. Dean didn't seem too happy about it, but refused to let that show in the way he looked at you. All you saw was love.

"I'm okay with it," Dean said, still looking at you.

"How can you be okay with it?" You asked, scrunching your forehead.

"Because I love you, this doesn't change anything between us." He said with a shake of his head. "It doesn't change the way I feel about you or the fact that I still want to spend the rest of my life with you. I need you here with me. I can't do any of it without you."

"Yes, you can." You said.

"I don't want to."

Garth stayed silent while he listened and jotted down notes. He was a nice guy but hadn't said anything helpful yet. Maybe couples therapy was about opening the conversation more than actual advice or guidance. Maybe he just worked as a buffer and had you guys find your own way through.

"Everything's different now, Dean."

"No."

"You're the one that had our future planned out; two kids, one boy, one girl, a white picket fence, a big yard, and a dog. You even hung a tire swing and started building a treehouse, for fuck's sake." Your chin started to tremble and you took a breath. "Dean, you want kids and I want you to have them but it's not going to happen with me. I'm broken, my body's broken."

After four years of trying to get pregnant and the endless testing and trials, you were spent. Your body was spent and you couldn't remember the last time sex felt like it was supposed to. It felt clinical now like you were running through a maze for a piece of cheese. You tried almost everything, there were calendars and ovulation sticks, hormone injections, temperature readings, wedge pillows, and you were sick of it all.

You couldn't imagine it felt any different for Dean either. Your sex life was present but unaccounted for.

"I love you." Said Dean.

He wiped your cheeks dry from the tears streaming down them and kissed your forehead. It didn't matter how many times you'd snapped at him over the past four years with your hormones in overdrive, you couldn't push him away if you tried. And you had tried.

That was one reason why you wanted to go to therapy, you wanted to come to terms with your infertility and let it go. You wanted to stop the hormone treatments and stop feeling the way you were. You wanted to feel like yourself again.

"Y/N, did you hear what Dean just said?" Garth asked when he saw you had calmed down. Dean clutched your hand in his and gave it a squeeze. You shook your head. "He said, he loves you, do you believe that?"

"Yes," you knew he did.

That was something you never had to worry about with Dean. He let you know in more ways than one and you never questioned it. Hell, he supported you through the trials for this long because he knew it was what you wanted. He saw the toll it took on you and wanted to stop a long time ago, but you weren't ready to make your peace with it, with your body. Until now, you hoped.

"So then why are you pushing him away?" Garth asked, resting his pen on his notebook and giving you his full attention. "Do you think that's what he wants? That it'll make him happy to find someone else who can bear his children?"

"Maybe," you shrugged and refused to meet Dean's hurt stare.

Dean shook his head. "Y/N, I love you." He whispered, he had been saying that a lot lately. Like he knew it wasn't sinking in.

"And, Dean, when you tell Y/N that you love her, is that what you mean? Or are you trying to tell her something else that you can't find the words to say?" Garth asked and Dean cleared his throat and nodded. "What are you trying to tell her?"

Dean thought for a long moment, "The future I planned for us, I don't want that with anyone else."

"But we won't have it either," you said.

"I've made my peace with that and we're here so you can too." He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. His green eyes pleading with you like he still tried to convince you of everything he felt and hadn't been able to communicate.

"It's not fair, I wanted a family too. I never thought I would this badly, but I do. With you, I do." You sniffled, "It's not fair. The one thing I'm supposed to be able to do and I can't."

"We still can."

"How? I can't get pregnant, Dean, and I can't keep taking those hormones. My mood swings are all over the map with them and it's not working."

"We stop trying."

"What?" You frowned, "I don't understand, how can we have a family if I can't get pregnant? We can't afford a surrogate, Dean."

"Making a baby doesn't make you its parent, Y/N, trust me I know. My father might've played a very short hand in creating me but he was never a dad, he was never there for me, he never cared, he never loved me or Sammy."

"Speaking of unfair, how can a man like that make two kids and I can't even begin to form one? Ugh!" You sighed exasperatedly and fell back against the couch feeling defeated.

Dean smiled at your little tantrum and you wondered how he was able to do that. Find levity in the difficult parts of life. But that was his motto, something like: if you don't laugh, you cry. And for a moment, you saw him with a younger face, a bruised eye and a split lip. Smiling at you under the streetlamp with ice cream on his nose. That was almost seventeen years ago now.

You were finally voicing your disappointment at the cards you had been dealt and that was a step at healing. You tried for so long to be strong and composed but Dean always saw right through it. He hated seeing you hurt, but it was hard to come to terms with the fact that your body could never do what you wanted it to, it was less hard for him; even if the struggle was the same.

You had to live in your mind and listen to the little voice that called you broken. Dean just had to watch. Although, now that you thought about it, watching someone in pain could be just as painful. Especially when they refused your help and pushed you away.

You silently promised him you would never do that again.

"I love you, Dean." You squeezed his hand.

You were endlessly thankful to have him around to pull you out of your funk. You tried to smile back at him as you sat up.

"Can I interject here," Garth smiled, "I think Dean's talking about adoption. Sometimes a family you choose has stronger bonds than ones you make. You run that youth group, right, Y/N? So you of all people should know that there are many children out there that wish they could have parents that want them as badly as you and Dean want a child. At least look into it, if that's something you'd be willing to do."

"Do you want to adopt?" You asked Dean, he'd never mentioned it before.

"I looked into it after we found out conceiving would be difficult and again after your last round of hormone therapy. I kind of put our names on this list because it can take a long time to be selected." He confessed and quickly added, "I wanted us to have options and I'm completely fine with not having kids either. We could just be the cool Aunt and Uncle to Sammy and Jess' twins. I'd be alright with that as long as you're the one I'm growing old with. I want you in that rocking chair beside me on the porch and I'll tear down that white picket fence when we get home."

“No, don’t do that... maybe we could paint it though.” You shrugged.

"I like the way you think, sweetheart." Dean chuckled with a little smirk.

Garth looked at the clock on the wall and clapped his hands together, "Well, I think that was an excellent session and I've got a bit of homework for you. Y/N, I think it would be healthy for you to look into adoption with Dean, exhaust all of your options together before you commit to a decision about your future. And, Dean, I want you to try talking about how you’re feeling to Y/N rather than just declaring your undying love for her." You laughed and Dean blushed, "I think she gets it, but she's not a mind reader. Everyone benefits from open communication and all I'm asking is that you try, you don't even have to be good at it, just put words together until you get a sentence and keep doing that. The best relationships I see are the ones where each partner refuses to give up on the other. It's about equal give and take and allowing each other to be happy and loved."

"So, on a scale of one to ten. How did we do, Doc?" Dean asked and it was Garth's turn to laugh.

"I can't answer that, but I will say that you guys have a great foundation. We just want to open the lines of communication as a safety net for when times are a little tougher to see through the fog. When your love is hidden behind the walls you use to protect yourselves. You don't need to protect yourselves from each other; I can see that as much as you both can feel it." Garth said, buttoning his tweed jacket as he stood up. "We all need a little help sometimes and that's why you're here, you can't be expected to get through this without it. Whether I be the one to help you both, or you turn to friends, or family, it doesn't matter as long as you find your way back to each other in the end. Never forget that you are going through this together and the best thing you can do is communicate that. Sometimes one partner may feel like they're hurting more or they are more to blame and that's not true, we need to communicate to know."

"I got it, Doc, next session you want me to talk more." Dean quipped as he stood up with you and added, "I gotta know, what the hell is that?" He pointed to the sock puppet on Garth's desk in the corner. It had yarn for hair, blue button eyes and red lips.

"That is Mr. Frizzles," Garth laughed with a hand on his stomach, "Sometimes couples bring their kids to the session and the kids respond better to him than me. He insists it's his sense of humour but I think it's his uncanny ability to sense when someone is being a liar." Dean just stared at him and Garth laughed again, "I'm kidding, Dean."

"I like him," Dean said as you walked to the car together. "That's something I never thought I'd say."

Dean opened your door, "Me, too." You said, sliding into your seat. When Dean joined you in the Impala moments later you added, "So, you'd be open to going to another session?"

"I'm open to anything you want, sweetheart. We're in this together." Dean revved up Baby and headed towards home.

"Dean, I don't want you to keep things from me anymore." Dean side eyed you with a curious look, "The adoption thing... If that's something you're interested in, I want to be included. Maybe it's the right direction for us. I just don't want you to ever feel like you have to hide things from me, especially things you want."

"I wasn't hiding it, I was always planning on telling you about it but, I dunno, the longer I waited the more awkward it was to bring it up." Dean said and you grabbed his hand from the seat next to you. You gave his fingers a squeeze and he smiled. "The people I consider my family -aside from Sammy- that's you, Bobby and Jody, Cas and Benny, you're all people I found; people I choose to keep around through thick and thin. And I love you all, some more than others," he gave you a flirty wink and smirked, "But my point is when it comes to kids, biological or adopted, I don’t care as long as they’re ours. Family wouldn’t mean the same thing to me without you... So please stop pushing me away.”

You nodded and vowed, “I promise,” then leaned over to peck a kiss on his cheek, his stubble prickling your lips. “Maybe we can go over what you learned on adoption tomorrow?”

“Of course, Y/N, I’d love to.” He beamed and planted a kiss to the back of your hand.

“You’re all kinds of awesome, you know that?” You squeezed his fingers again until he squeezed back.

“Whatever happened to ‘strange and kinda wonderful’?” He teased and chuckled with you.

“I love you... my strange and kinda wonderful man.”

“I love you more, don’t forget that.” Dean smirked and bit his lip like he always used to when you were younger.

You glared at him a moment as he grinned sideways at you. He knew you hated it when he said things like that. Your love for him was just as strong, arguably stronger according to you.

“Pfft, hardly.” You declared with an eye roll. “Exactly what makes you think that you love me more? I was willing to see you with another woman just so you could have a chance at happiness and you wouldn’t even consider it.”

“Isn’t that proof right there?” He laughed at you.

“But it would make me happy to see you happy so-”

Dean stopped laughing and cut you off, “I’m happy with you and only you.” He glanced over at you a couple times before he asked, “Are you still happy with me?”

“You know I am.”

“Good, then I’m yours and your mine and our future will be what we make of it.” He slid his rough fingers between yours and cleared his throat. “You tamed my heart a long time ago, it would be cruel to throw me back into the wild now. Got it?”

You smiled, feeling whole for the first time in a while, “You’re right. I think I’ll keep you after all.”

Dean chuckled.

Whatever happened next you were in it together.

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welldonebeca · 10 months

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Two Weeks (11 Years) - III

Summary: When the kids to spend two weeks with Laenor, Rhaenyra and Daemon are truly alone for the first time in 11 years. They want a new baby. She's ovulating. It's the perfect timing. (Set in 2016) WC: 1.5k words Warnings: D/s dynamics. Smut. Breeding kink. Age difference. Praising kink. A bit of breastfeeding kink. Dirty talking. Praising kink. Breeding kink. Aftercare. Cuddling. Lots of affection. Fluff.

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Daemon picked Rhaenyra up and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her to their bedroom.

"Strip," he commanded the moment he set her down. "I want you naked with your ass up by the time my cock is free."

"Daemon," she scowled.

He raised his eyebrows, moving his hand as if waving her clothes away, which she knew he would do if he could.

"You're ovulating in two days," he declared, knowing her cycle to a T now, moving his hand to his shirt, taking it off. "Which means that for the next four days you are going to be stuffed full of cum."

Rhaenyra squirmed, having half a mind to at least take off her top.

Daemon didn't stop moving, unbuckling his belt as his eyes traced her.

"Each load a new possibility," he kicked off his shoes. "All inside you."

She squirmed, so wet she could feel her thighs slippery.

"And I plan to fuck you... twice a day, maybe thrice," he told her. "I'm not the youngest man, we both must agree."

She scoffed.

"I've seen you getting hard after 45 minutes, Daemon," she reminded him.

He smirked.

"Yes, my love, but I do need to feed you, don't I?" he teased her. "Can't have my little breeding whore hungry."

Rhaenyra giggled, taking off her skirt and then her bra just as he was pushing his pants down.

"Gotta give everything to my little wife," he strode to her, pulling her to the edge and turning her, so her ass would be up. "Gotta provide for my Queen."

Oh, he did.

Daemon was wonderful in all senses, the husband she'd longed for since forever.

She waited for him to push into her, to fill her up deeply, but he didn't. Instead, Daemon moved up and down on her folds, teasing her.

"Always looked so pretty, ñuha daria," he praised. "But those hips... those childbearing hips... gotta thank Harwin's efforts for them."

Her face burned. Daemon loved spots of her body she'd constantly been nervous about through her life. Her belly pouch, the fat of her hips, and the way her breasts had grown after breastfeeding three boys, never going back to how small they were before.

"Daemon!"

He pinched her ass, chuckling.

"Your little lover got you nice and plump for me," he hummed, teasing her entrance with his tip. "But I'm ready to make you grow big and round for me, my love."

At last, she felt him pushing into her, thick and hot, already deep in her cunt after a long push, and she moaned, sensitive from his touches.

Daemon stopped when he was buried all the way in, holding her hips as a soft groan left his lips.

"Can't wait to suck on those heavy tits again," he squeezed her hips. "Shouldn't have let you let them dry."

Rhaenyra whined. Daemon loved her tits, he was devastated when she had to start weaning Joffrey at 9 months, so he could stay with Laenor for weekends when her ex-husband came to Valyria, or they travelled to Westeros.

He used to suck on them every night, drying her when her baby wouldn't.

More than weaning Joffrey, she had had to wean Daemon too!

Her husband pulled back his hips, fucking her with little shallow thrusts.

"I'll fuck a baby into you every fucking year," he growled. "Give the boys and girls another five little siblings."

Her eyes widened.

"Five?" she gasped.

But her thoughts were interrupted by his hand moving between her legs, rubbing her clit already fast and hard.

Five kids?!

"We got some good nine years and a half," he reasoned. "Eight and a half, if you want to keep it to your 30s, of course. Some people have a problem with being pregnant at 40."

She barely processed his words. Fuck, he would breed her so much.

"Will keep you nice and bred," he groaned. "Always stuffed with cum."

Rhaenyra's face fell to her pillow, whining, and he stopped for a moment.

"Oh, baby," he cooed. "Too many words?"

Daemon adjusted her and himself pulling his cock all the way out, and then all the way in before she could even complain.

"My mistake," he moaned darkly. "I forgot how silly you get with a cock inside you. My brilliant businesswoman, just a leaky whore."

She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Yes, Daemon," she whined. "Please."

But his hand stopped rubbing her, and he slapped her clit, making her gasp loudly.

"Not my name, sweetheart," he growled. "I got two names for you, and none of them is Daemon."

She whined.

Rhaenyra wasn't quite sure of how other people's relationship worked in their family; if their ancestors tried to pretend they weren't brothers and sisters when they fucked, if it was something they were indifferent to, just a mere detail.

But Daemon loved rubbing it in, in a sense.

Listening to her whining his sweet little title-

"Kepus," she panted. "Uncle."

A distinction they made. Not daddy, no. Uncle.

"Sweet little niece," he slapped her clit again, very pleased. "Just mine."

Rhaenyra moaned, squeezing him in her cunt.

"Yours, uncle," she squeezed her pillow. "Just yours."

Rhaenyra didn't need much more, moaning as she let pleasure carry her, quivering as her uncle-husband fucked and rubbed her relentlessly.

She felt the hot thickness of his cum when he came inside her, the first time he did so in their life together.

Fuck, those condoms in their bathroom would be useless from then on, they would never touch them again.

She would never give up on feeling like that before, living to be his cum dump forever.

"Good little niece," he panted, burying himself all the way inside her and holding her hips. "Good little breeding hole for your husband."

She closed her eyes and let herself relax as Daemon moved her to her side, embracing her from behind and snuggling her close already, spreading kisses over her shoulder and the back of her neck.

"Sweet wife," he spoke softly, kissing her skin. "My sweet girl."

Rhaenyra whined a little, sensitive.

"Husband," she cuddled closer to him.

He kissed her cheek, brushing her hair back as his other hand came to her belly, caressing it.

"I mean it," he spoke softly. "Everything."

Rhaenyra smiled a bit.

"I know," she caressed his hand.

Daemon smiled into her skin.

"Five," he whispered.

She giggled.

"Queen Rhaenyra and her Uncle-Husband had a dozen," Rhaenyra reminded him. "We already have the advantage of five of them already."

Her husband laughed a bit behind her.

"So you want another seven of them?" he teased her. "Seven babies?!"

She shook her head.

"I want as many babies as we can realistically have," she told him. "Right now we can have one, or two if we are lucky. And once the baby is here and we adapt to them and see if we are handling everything right, giving all the kids the attention they need, if everyone is healthy... then we can think of having another."

Rhaenyra would never neglect her existing kids - biological and bonus - over the possible existence of another one.

"I like that," her husband kissed her skin.

She caressed his hand slowly, feeling the thick wedding ring on his finger. Daemon was cut different from most people. He was a little jaded, a little hardened... it was hard for him to be openly emotional. It was quite the difference from Laenor - her ex always had his heart on his sleeve, crying openly even at seeing Syrax' and her litter - or even her father. It was like he had always been an old soul, from the stories she heard of him.

But he was a loving man, in his way. Not much with words, but always with actions.

"You know the boys are still going to be my heirs, right?" she spoke softly. "Jace is still going inherit the seat, he's still going to be the head of our house when I retire."

The internal politics in the family had been the biggest reason Rhaenyra married Laenor. Aunt Rhaenys was the one who was supposed to be the head of their family and the family company - a Queen, of sorts, if they were still royalty - but back then her great-grandfather had chosen her father to replace him and everyone just listened to him.

Father had been always been very loud about wanting Rhaenyra to be the head of the family after him, and their times were much kinder to her gender, but marrying Laenor would mean they would share that position together once that time came, and Jace would be the union of their lines.

And nothing was going to change that.

"I know," he assured her, not sounding offended or upset.

In the past thought, he was quite uncomfortable with the idea of Rhaenyra leading them, about putting a woman as the head of the family in such a sensitive time. They'd barely been allowed back into Westeros. In fact, Rhaenyra was the first Targaryen to be born there since their banishment.

It was supposed to meant something.

And now, a decade and a half later, he - gasp - was eager to have children with her because he loved her!

With no ulterior motive!

From the moment she became head of the family business in Valyria, Daemon had taken the most domestic role in their family life, working from home, doing most of the domestic labour and being very happy with it!

Was that even still Daemon anymore?!

He laughed.

"You know what the youngest kids are for, right?" he teased her. "Especially with such a distance between ages."

Rhaenyra glanced at him. What?

"Do tell?"

"Pampering," he kissed down her neck. "Rhaenyra? Rhaenyra is the CEO, the future head of the family. She had two bachelor's degrees and a master's by the time she was 25, along with two healthy sons. Daeron... is doing his thing. His dream is to travel around the world, and have adventures."

Rhaenyra laughed. He was right, sadly. Being the heir was a heavyweight, and she hoped Jace had all the possibilities to prepare for it, not just intellectually but emotionally too - and found a safe place to land as she had.

"Oh, like Viserys?" she teased him. "Viserys is a politician, known for his years as a senator and highest approval rate of all Westeros."

Daemon chuckled, tickling her side.

"And Daemon!" she giggled. "Oh, he is a historian and a very present father."

He tickled her more, slipping from inside her as he kissed her all over her shoulders.

"What are you implying, little niece?" he teased her, sounding amused. "Hm, you want your husband to become a stiff politician?"

But she grabbed him, pulling him close, kissing his face and his lips until he stopped and watched her.

"He is the best cook of Valyria," she praised him. "A doting husband who keeps pampering his wife and their five children, giving them so much love they know they'll always have a safe home to come back to."

Daemon's gaze was soft and his smile gone as he watched her, but not in a bad way.

"Daemon's accomplishments can't be measured in approval ratings," she caressed his cheeks. "But if his wife and children are to be trusted, his numbers are very high."

He chuckled, a tiny glimpse of a smile showing to his face.

"His sons would probably rate him higher if they let them have chocolate at night," he noted. "Or ice cream."

She just chuckled.

"Good, because their mum doesn't want them to be addicted to sugar," she told him simply and gave his lips a peck. "We should rest, my love."

He kissed her back.

"Rest?" he raised his eyebrows.

Rhaenyra moved her nose over his.

"We should," she reminded him. "You promised me round two. Maybe three."

That seemed to turn his mood right up.

"That is," she teased him. "If you can keep up, kepus. You said it yourself, you are not the youngest of men."

Daemon squinted at her and slapped her ass and her thigh with his big hand.

"Give me forty minutes, and I'll show you who can't keep up, little minx."

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thepro-lifemovement · 2 years

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Okay, so life starts at conception. That means I have to donate my body and resources to keep it alive? If my mother got into a car crash and I was the only person able to donate an organ to keep her alive, there is no law that can force me to do so. I do not have to donate anything of mine to anyone for any reason. Why is that different for a fetus that never asked to be brought into existence? If I'm donating my body to something that didn’t consent to existence and I don't want to to exist, I do not have to carry it to term. Especially if I am 11, raped, or a victim of incest.

The difference here is when a woman is pregnant, she (in a vast majority of cases) has consented to the act of sex, which brought about the pregnancy. Pregnancy is a possible consequence, or outcome, of sex and women have to accept that. No contraception is 100%. Just because you did not want a pregnancy, doesn't mean you won't ovulate and an egg in your fallopian tube won't get fertilized. The only way to avoid that from happening 100% is to not have sex. That is the only natural act that creates life. The unborn child is not responsible for your actions. You are the one who consented to sex, your body created a new life from the sperm of your partner, a new human being is then created from that act. If you're playing ball in the street with someone, and they hit the ball through your neighbor's window, you can't tell your neighbor "well, I consented to playing baseball, but I did not consent to the ball going through your window, therefor I am not paying for your window to be fixed." There's a risk associated with everything we do, including sex.

If we expect men to take responsibility for their children and pay child support (whether he wanted his kid or not), shouldn't we expect that of the women? A woman is free to do what she wants with her own body, but her unborn child is not her body. They have their own body. You can't just kill someone for existing. The act of donating an organ to someone who needs it is not the same as grabbing a gun and shooting them dead. But the act of abortion is actively killing an unborn child. Other people can donate their organs to someone else. But only the pregnant woman can carry a child who is implanted to her uterine wall. Once she becomes pregnant, her unborn child is now her responsibility.

A woman who chooses to have sex does so with the full knowledge that there's a real possibility that it may create a new living human being inside her. It's reasonable, then, for society to expect that woman (who knowingly consented to that risk) to live temporarily with that inconvenience if the only alternative is killing the child. It may not sound fair to you, but killing an unborn, living human being is also incredibly unfair. You and your partner created this human being. You cannot kill him/her just because they are unwanted. It is you and your partner's responsibility to give them the basic right to life. It is not their fault they exist. It's yours. And no one has the right to take someone else's life.

Also, in cases of rape and incest, abortion is not the solution. It does not erase the pain that women (child or not) go through. We need to stop telling women that a pregnancy will ruin their life. A study of 164 such women found that the majority of those who had abortions regretted having done so and said the abortion caused them additional problems. We need to offer love and support for rape victims. They need counseling. Giving them more trauma of an abortion is not the way to help them. Abortion also increases a woman's risk of premature death by 50%.

"Within a year of their pregnancy outcomes, women experiencing a pregnancy loss are over twice as likely to die compared to women giving birth.... Both miscarriage and termination of pregnancy are markers for reduced life expectancy."

Give women better options than abortion.

#sorry its a bit long #thanks for the ask #take responsibility #ask #asks #prolife #pro life #pro-life #abortion #anti abortion #pregnancy #abortion harms women

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cinmngirlnfr · 8 days

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Reese Wilkerson NSFW Alphabet

TW: Kind of explicit

Shout out to @agaypanic because i love her and this was very inspired by her. (If you want Reese Wilkerson Content, she has a lot of it)

A = Aftercare

I feel like he is super clingy, Idk. He kinda gives little spoon vibes. I feel like the first few times he tried to seem super cool and unbothered, like "Yeah, we had sex, so what?" but then, when he gained confidence, he became the most touch starved creature on earth.

B = Body Part

I mean, he is a teen after all, i don't think he has an specific part of your body that turns him off, But I think he always is going to be a boob guy (bc, everybody loves boobs). If you don't have boobs (For all the not Fem readers out there) Butt is defenetly second on the list. But he will take anything, boobs, legs, butt, waist, shoulders, he loves it all.

His favorite part of his body would be his arms of torso, because of the muscles (he is such a babe). Bunus, I don't know if hair counts as a body part, but he defenetly loves his hair.

C = Cum

Well, use protection kids. Reese is kinda dumb, but even he knows he has to use condoms... duh! But i think that when it comes to oral sex, or when he is a 100% porcent sure you are not ovulating (Or if you don't ovulate at all), he will be down for creampies... (lol, I don't really like the word creampie but is better than any other way to call it, idk, semen fest?)

D = Dirty Secret

I feel like if you guys have been dating for a while he will tell you everything, i don't think he would be very secretive about this things with a long term partner. But if you guys are friends or just started dating, i think his fantasies would be a little secret he keeps to himself... Very dirty fantasies, in all kind of positions, places, and embarrasing ways... Sometimes they are so kinky that he himself is like "Tf, i'm thinking about". I also think he watches a lot of porn (well, i don't think so, is kinda canon) So sometimes he will be watching it and thinking "Huh, that seems pretty doable".

E = Expirience

A part of me thinks he has a lot of expirience, and the other thinks he is a total virgin. There is no middle ground. No, but let's be real, I feel like canon Reese probably had sex a few times, but not too much.

F = Favorite Position

Cowgirl, because is the best position to grab boobs or ass... also because he doesn't need to try really hard... I also feel like he would also like doggy style, because every person looks hot on doggy style.

G = Goofy

I feel like at first he took it very seriously, but we know Reese, he is a silly goose, So I defenetlly think he would make a joke or two during sex, specially "Your mom" jokes. Example: "You sound just like your mom last nigth" and then you have four posible responses

"That is not funny Reese" and stop the sex.

"That is not funny Reese" and Keep going.

"Shut up Reese" laugh, and keep going.

Fully ignore it because you know him all to well.

H = Hair

He takes care of himself, so he shaves, maybe every three weeks? Yeah, I think that is how far he would go when it comes to pubic hair.

I = Intimacy

Depends on the contex, for example, I think the first time was very romantic. When is make up sex it really depends on how long you guys were mad at each other, if it's a couple hours or 1-3 days, it would also be romantic, and he would probably say stuff like "I love you" or "You are so beautifull" during it. If its more than three days, it would be rough, and agressive, and it would last a lot of rounds, because imagine a horny teenager being denied of sex for that long, he goes feral. If its just any normal day, it would be pretty standart, Good, but a little lazy, maybe one or two rounds, This is the type of context he would make some jokes. If it's jeaousy sex... Yeah well, hope you don't really enjoy walking.

J = Jack Off

A lot of guys say that they don't really masturbate a lot when they get in a relashionship, because there is no need to. But I feel like Reese would still do it a lot, because, let's be honest, he is a creepy, disgustingly hot, and horny mf.

K = Kink

Moans: He loves to hear you moan because it means you are enjoying it, and it makes Reese feel good about himself.

Hair Pulling: This goes more for oral sex, but he likes to pull your hair when you are giving him a blow job, or you pulling his hair when he goes down on you.

Dom: I feel like he wouldn't be too weird about it, he won't ask you to call him Daddy or any of that crap. But he would defenetly like to be more in control, especially if you are like smarter than him, because it would be like "Who is the one who can't form thougths now?" type of situation. I also feel it's because, he feels like he is dumbest among his brothers and he is ussually not the one people trust to make desitions or have control, so being in control in bed feels very good.

Overstimulation: I feel like this is more like an accidental kink, but it has to do with the las thing I wrote. He likes to fuck you until you don't even remember your name. Also, because is he hasn't finished yet, and you have, he is not going to stop untill he finishes, and this goes both ways, because if its the other way around, he came and you didn't, he is not going to stop until you are satisfayed.

L = Location

Anywhere posible, I don't really think there is much to explain. Wherever, Whenever, Whatever.

M = Motivation

Bro is horny as fuck. Do you really think you need to work to get him hard? Bro looks at you and gets hard, lol.

N = NO

Nothing violent, maybe a few spanks, the normal, but i don't think he would be into like bdsm or anything like that. Why? well, Reese is very violent towards other people. Sex is intimate by definition, I feel like people, in general, get very vulnerable when they have sex. Intimacy would be a place where Reese would show his true self, and I don't think his true self would be hurt a significant other. Plus, I think he would feel very guilty if he somehow hurt you in some way.

O = Oral

I think he prefers reciving it, because you look very pretty from that angle. But he will never refuse to go down on you, and he is very good at it.

P = Pace

I already said it, depends on the situation. Generally I think he would be fast with it, and when he tries to take his time, i feel like he is very impatient, so even when he tries to be slow and romantic, he would get desperate and just start fucking you fast and hard.

Q = Quickie

I can say by my own expirience as an 18 y/o, the sex life of teenagers, it's mostly quickies. I guess maybe The Reese of the last season, would probably lika more a proper fuck. But when you are a teen, you take anything you can get. In the School's janitors's closet, yes. In the car, yes. In the mall bathroom, yes. In the back of the movie theater, yes.

R = Risk

I think he dosen't really care about doing it in a semi-public place. When he is feeling it, he is feeling it. Sometimes he will trie to convince you to do it in an empety park, or he will propusly choose unpopular movies on the cinema, so the place would be almost empety.

S = Stamina

He either falls asleep rigth after you two are finished, or he will go for hours and hours, till you practically beg him to have a little break. "At least let me get a glass of water, Reese!" "Just one more round, baby, please".

T = Toys.

I don't think he owns any toys, it would almost be like competition to him,Aa piece of plastic pleasing you instead of him? No uh.

U = Unfair

He likes to tease you, but again, he is very impatient himself, so i don't think the teasing stage would last too much.

V = Volume

Tries to be quiet when there is people in the house, but when there is no one around, it's fair game, he won't hold himself. I think he moans a little but mostly groans or breathes very loudly.

W = Wild Card

He likes it when you grab his butt, he will never admit it though.

X = X-ray

About 6.4 inches = 16.5 cm. Is enough, is fair, it does the job, and it doesen't destroy you.

Y = Yearning

If you have seen the TV show, you know how much sex drive Hal has. Those genes + teenage hormones = You are lucky you can stand in your two feet.

Z = Zzz...

Bro sleeps like a baby after it, but he won't fall asleep if unless you are by his side.

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torialefay · 2 months

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pls tell me you saw the workout vids, he was serious when he said he'd go for 200kg next and that he wants to 'be able to pick us up with one hand' or whatever like mate means business

(also i may or may not have many thoughts about being manhandled by him and that he'd be into that but shhhh)

oh he's going for 200. i have a feeling we're gonna see a very bufffff channie in a couple of months. it makes me fucking feral at the thought of it. esp bc he said he's been eating more, so hopefully more protein and stuff. which turns me on SO BAD bc like idk i just love knowing that he's making sure to take care of himself and fueling his body and making sure he feels full. like that's a whole ass responsible man right there. and even though i love him skinny or buff, i think i'll die when he gets bigger. like will fucking vomit at how badly i want him and can't control it. like just THINKING about it, i'd ovulate if i wasn't on birth control. this would trigger ovulation i'm telling you.

not to mention higher muscle mass in men means more testosterone production. and typically, more testosterone production means higher sex drive. like this guy... if we thought his flirting was bad BEFORE, if he gets buff as hell, we don't stand a chance. not a goddamn chance. i swear to you he will get off on flirting with us im not even kidding. bc he knows what he does to us. even now, he knows what he's doing by sending us all these videos and talking ab him working out. i have a feeling that whenever he gets pretty big, he's gonna start sharing more pics with us. mans needs that validation but tbh i'll give it to him 🤤🤤

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xianjaneway · 4 months

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That poster was so triggering.

I expected to take flack like that from right-wing trolls. I REALLY DON'T expect it from the queer community.

I'm not going to *begin* to compare my experience to 80's Gay Men. I just want to point out that the argument the troll made was the same:

I thought we were WAY PAST saying, "Don't have sex, & bad things won't happen to you."

First of all, my kids are not the, "bad thing," that happened to me. Societal refusal to support families in the US is what happened. In every other developed nation, childcare is free, or at least moderately priced.

In the US, it was $2500/mo per diaper-wearing child.

And yes, access to reproductive medical care is a fucking problem. I'd finally convinced my husband to get a vasectomy, only to find out I was already pregnant w/ baby #4 as we were having the discussion.

Human intimacy is a human need. Other societies recognize this, & don't impoverish us when that intimacy produces children.

I'm glad that most people have more control over their fertility than I did. I understand that it was DIFFICULT for many of you to conceive a child, & that you can't imagine having the "blessing" that I had, to be pregnant 7x in 9 years.

It's not wrong to want to wait until we're financially secure to have a baby, but we never once had that choice.

No one gets to choose the bodies they're born in. I never would have picked "hyper- ovulating neurodivergent demisexual who genuinely wants to follow all the rules, & nearly dies of COVID."

I'm glad that my queer kids (yes, all 4 of them are either lesbian, bisexual, or transgender, so "queer" is the shorthand they chose) will grow up with parents who accept & love them, even if we can't afford all the things we WANTED to give our kids.

But lashing out at someone who was fucking battered by their circumstances, & NOT by her own choices, isn't going to help anyone.

#asprin between knees #irresponsible ejaculation #kids are expensive #kids are exhausting #we love our kids

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paula-of-christ · 2 years

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I'm wondering what your opinion is on this, is it selfish/sinful to get married but not have children right away?

Official Church teaching says that it isnt sinful to avoid pregnancy so long as you are open to life and are not denying each other your marital debt. I fully agree with this teaching. A few points:

Open to life: no use of birth control, either hormonal or barriers or IUDs are permitted by the Church ever. I agree with this teaching on both moral grounds and health grounds. Hormonal BC is terrible for you, IUDs are honestly barbaric, and barrier methods gross me out because it's largely plastic or other such materials that I don't want inside my body in a very sensitive area. This also means if you do get pregnant before you ideally would, you cannot kill the child. Should be obvious but I feel the need to say that.

Marital debt: if your spouse asks for sex, and it is reasonable for them to ask, you ought to olige them. "Reasonable" is vague and is going to be different for each couple. If you've both already agreed to avoid intercourse during ovulation, for example, and you or your partner is feeling intimate while ovulation is occurring, most people would say it is reasonable to say no, since you are saying "not right now" rather than "no not ever". This also means not using sex as a tool for manipulation or abuse. Something like "if you don't do [x] I won't have sex with you" is not only sinful because it isnt loving, it is doubly sinful when done within the confines of a Christian marriage.

But other than that, nah, it isnt sinful or selfish to avoid to the best of your ability to get pregnant right away. But you can't get married with the plans to never get pregnant/have kids. That would not be entering a marriage willingly.

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v-tired-queer · 7 months

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I have been awake for twenty straight hours now, so as I lay here upside down on my bed, here's a list of things I've learned and done in that time, in no particular order:

Got jazzed on some energy drinks

Got my bangs cut (I can see now! 😃)

Brought in a bed

Assembled the bed hours after bringing it in

Went through two storage boxes and tossed what I no longer need or want

Found a lot of condoms and dental dams that are still within the expiration date but I don't need (1. virgin 2. ttc next year 3. high school me really thought I'd be getting some but the only thing I got was depression RIP 4. on the asexual spectrum)

Reorganized my jewelry

Ate some ice cream (it was neopolitan 🤍🤎🩷)

Reorganized my books

Watched some YouTube videos

Watched some funny animal videos on TikTok

Wondered if he actually thinks I'm pretty

Wondered what his voice sounds like

Questioned my romantic orientation

Missed a call from Social Security Administration (gotta call them back on Monday)

Downloaded an important document from the Social Security website and learned that you can adopt a kid while on disability which was something I didn't know

Designated a whole notebook to adulting notes (it's essentially a whole notebook dedicated to that moment when you're frantically looking for a peice of paper to write this very important thing down) (I now carry it in my purse)

Cleaned out my purse

Got sad when I discovered that my hand sanitizer is too big for my jack-o-lantern hand sanitizer holder keychain

Got annoyed with That Aunt who decided to spend the night

Pet my mom's dog (x100)

Had some pretty good macaroni and cheese

Had some more ice cream

Was in pain because I'm lactose intolerance

Maintained annoyance with That Aunt

Greatly missed my dad's side of the family and then my dad but then his side even more

Cleaned out my closet

Organized my clothes

Set up my altar for the autumn season and added a picture of Mother Mary and Baby Jesus

Took my medication a half hour late but hey I still took it so yay!

Checked my email (nothing fun or important)

Swept my floor

Made my bed

Accidentally drank more caffeine without realizing it

Listened to country songs

Moved some wall decor to a different wall in my bedroom

Stretched

Switched to water

Took an ovulation test (I think it was positive but it was hard to tell--the lines looked almost the same but maybe not quite enough to be positive)

Took out the trash

Daydreampt about being a parent and picking my kids up from school and helping them with their homework at the kitchen table with a snack of homemade chocolate chip cookies

Craved chocolate chip cookies

Did not get any chocolate chip cookies

Hung out with my mom

Thought about how cute his smile is

Thought about how cute her smile is

Accidentally broke my glasses (again) (big oopsie) (they were cheaters from the dollar store so no big deal but still)

Decided what I want done with my body in the event that I die (context: I broke a tombstone Halloween decoration that I had and it made me think of cemeteries and then I thought of my local cemetery aka my Happy Place and thus, the I Wanna Be Cremated and Then Have My Ashes Burried There thoughts commenced)

Decided that it would be really cute if my mom, my brother and I all had matching sashes for my baby shower (mine--Mommy to Be; my mom's--Nana to Be; my brother's--Uncle to Be)

Found my military coin from when I was in JROTC in high school and put it back in my wallet for the ✨️nostalgia✨️

Got hungry but forgot to eat (oops)

Hung up my clothes in the closet

Learned how to clean the silver earring holder that my mom gave me years ago (so shiny now!)

Filled up my box of crystals and rocks (!!!)

Was genuinely not depressed or anxious for the first time in weeks

Accidentally said I don't drink coffee when actually I love coffee but only if it's iced and doused in sugar but I've had enough caffeine and it was to That Aunt so actually it's fine

Stayed hydrated after I switched to water

Checked the weather forecast

Swore a lot (fuck was my favorite word)

Made a shopping list

#how the fuck do i tag this #turns out i do and think a lot when i'm not depressed #who would have guessed #lmfao #what i did today #no sleep #i did not sleep last night #insomnia #insomniac #kit's diary 7 🖊#i am very tired

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oonajaeadira · 2 years

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For the fanfic tropes asks! Unplanned pregnancy 🤭🤭🤭

Oooooo interesting ask, friend. You're about to learn a lot about me....

I would most likely not write this one. And this is just about personal preference and chemical make up.

If you're interested in learning why my characters rarely go into breeding mode, warnings for pregnancy anxiety and personal medical bullhonky under the cut.

put a trope in my inbox

I've known from a young age that I would choose to be child-free for a number of reasons both for lifestyle and for lack of biological maternal pull. This is not to say that I don't love children because kids are the shit. They're curious and funny and creative and ask the big questions we all should be asking and smiling? Smiling's my favorite. I have five nephews that are hilarious and my SO has several nieces and nephews that I adore and spoil and I am still seriously considering stealing one of them because I need her in my life more consistently. I love kids because they are my most valuable teachers and life-coaches and little receptacles for joy and wonder.

But I'm not a baby person. To quote Margaret Cho "when I hear a baby cry, I ovulate sand." I'm not repulsed, just anxious around them. They need so much care and are so very fragile and I do not have the chemical rush that turns on mothering instincts that most people have. When there's a baby in the room I'm actually more drawn to watching the parents--how caring for another being makes them soft, that look of love in their eyes. Gets me every time.

And my body is weird, does weird things, has phantom pains and allergies that come out of nowhere--don't even get me started on the still-undiagnosed gut issue I had for a year and a half that caused fainting spells and put me in the ER more times than I can remember and then just mysteriously disappeared. So to have something living and growing in my body that's going to throw my systems out of wack is not my idea of a soft time. My hormones cause me more pain (can you say monthly migraine and back knots?) than drive. I have had a little voice in the back of my head for all of my child-bearing years that says "your body was not made for pregnancy and doing it could possibly kill you." So. In many ways, I have the opposite chemicals that most women have. I assume my body knows its shit and it's my body's way of blocking me from a possibly harmful situation.

Biologically speaking, I am an anomaly since it should be the prime directive of all living organisms to live to breed. (I was a biology major on a veterinarian track for a hot second and that was my biggest takeaway from that whole year--from a biology standpoint, you are made to strive to sustain in order to breed and when you can no longer do that, it's your duty to get out of the way and die for the good of the species. That was...a difficult year for me to say the least.)

ANYWAY.

That all sounds very dramatic and like I'm against pregnancy and babes. Not at all. It's just not meant for me. But this is all to say that pregnancy isn't my kink and is actually one of my very minor turnoffs. I'll read it, but it's not my favorite. But somehow I love breeding kink? (Psychologically speaking, I think that has more to do with being found attractive, more to do with a mate wanting to stay and bond than anything else.) And when it comes to pregnancy, it's more to me about the attention, protection, and care that the mate brings that I'll enjoy in those fics.

And that's not to say I don't think the characters I write wouldn't be amazing parents. They all would. Even Dieter. Even Pats. I think it would probably be a travesty for Javi and Sunday NOT to be parents eventually (can you imagine the soft? the chaos? the gentle scolding from Sunday and then they run to Javi who absolutely agrees with Sunday 100% but then turns around and spoils them behind her back??? THE LOVING MISCHIEF???) And eventually, I think Din and LB will become kind of parents to their foundlings in their own way because adoptive parents are legit and their love is real too. If I were to write the characters with established children--Marcus M, Dave, Frankie, Oberyn--I would very much include their kids into the family structure, just as I have pulled Cee in along with Ezra and hope to do so more with Din and LB and Grogu and Shiari. But my primary focus will always be love and trust and bonding between my couples. It's just how I roll.

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intersex-support · 2 years

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Would you be able to look at my symptoms and point me in a direction? Im afab with non-ambiguous genitalia, but I've thought something could be off. My Dr says that we can't test for hormone problems because I need to perpetually be on birth control now, but I don't really know what to make of my reproductive health.

I didn't have a period until I was 18 yrs old. I never developed breast tissue until my highest dose of estrogen in my 20s and even then I have a small chest. When I started my period, it just never ended. Like I only stopped bleeding now, when I'm 27 and have had an IUD for a while. At first it was very heavy, but with sequentially higher bc doses it got lighter and is finally gone. After the first 2 years I had to get a blood transfusion because I lost too much blood lol and was fainting constantly. Even then it was a while until I recovered. I know I don't have haemophilia or a significant blood clotting problem (I have a minor one due to ehlers danlos). I know I don't have uterine cancer. They think I do have some endometriosis, but have told me the period is likely a hormonal thing. I don't have cysts on my ovaries as far as drs can see after multiple tests, and my current gyno (who seems the most truthful and good tbh) says that I probably just never ovulated really which is why it was perpetual. My first Dr to do an ultrasound came back and said "so you do have ovaries" which I've always thought was suspicious because it did not sound like a joke.

I had to be taken off estrogen because I have migraine with aura, and since I've got my mustache back.

I do have facial hair and more than average body hair, but nothing too drastic. I still have hormonal acne which I hate. I ask because I havent been able to find much about "late bloomers" and never ending periods without haemophilia. My Dr admits she doesn't know if it's PCOS, but said it's probably not worth testing because I don't want kids. Does this sound familiar to you? Would you know what tests to ask for?

I have a lot of health problems outside of this too, but it seems like this is separate. It may not be anything intersex related, but I don't know what it could be and it has been a source of some pain in my life because it did almost literally kill me without having any idea why this is happening lol.

Hi anon,

It sounds like you've been going through a lot in terms of health problems, and I really hope that you're able to find some answers. I'm not a medical expert so I can't really speak on what all the possibilities are, but I can speak about some things in the intersex direction.

It sounds like you've ruled out blood disorders, or at least blood disorders beyond your blood clotting problem with EDS. You've ruled out uterine cancer and I'm guessing you've also ruled out cervical cancer. Have you ruled out thyroid problems? That can be another possible cause or contributing factor. It does sound like your doctors have been evaluating whether or not you have an intersex variation, and I honestly think that it might be really likely. The fact that you have to be on consistent hormones to manage your period is really significant to me and I think that there's a lot of things that you've described that make intersex variations worth looking into.

Since you know that you have ovaries and you do experience a period, we can rule out a lot of intersex variations. What I really think you might want to look into is (N)CAH. I have NCAH, and I had a constant period. Literally would bleed for months, constantly, got severely anemic, and the only thing that stopped it was getting a progesterone IUD. I got my period when I was 11, had other clearer signs of hyperandrogenism, and went through puberty, so not quite the same as you, though. I also have some weird comorbid chronic illness things that might have contributed, but my constant period was the thing that basically got me diagnosed with NCAH. The fact that you have other symptoms like more body hair and hormonal acne is also a clue. It might even be possible that you have CAH (that's not salt wasting) that is one of the rarer types.

I'm not an endocrinologist and I don't know the specifics about what hormonal birth control makes what tests impossible, but I'm pretty sure there are some tests that should still be able to be done, especially if you are not on estrogen and are only on progesterone. The tests for (N)CAH are to get your testosterone levels checked, to get an ACTH stimulation test, and an 17 ohp level test. I think that you should still be able to get these done with a progesterone IUD, although I know estrogen can affect the ACTH stimulation test results. I'm not as familiar with how the other subtypes of CAH are diagnosed, but I know it involves testing responses to cortisol and also might require genome sequencing. PCOS is also basically diagnosed the same way as NCAH (some doctors are starting to see NCAH and PCOS as way more related than previously thought.) PCOS is diagnosed when everything else is ruled out and when two of these three things are present: hyperandrogenism, ovarian cysts, and oligo anovulation, which is basically irregular periods and difficulties with ovulation.

Honestly, if you hadn't said that you got an ultrasound done and that you had normal ovaries, I would have pointed you towards Turner's syndrome and mixed gonadal dysgenesis, because from your ask it sounds like you didn't start to go through puberty until you went on estrogen, and that really jumps out at me as something that Turner's syndrome could cause. Again, not as familiar with whether ultrasounds can malfunction, but I did just read this study that says that some people with Turner's syndrome had ovaries that appeared totally typical on an ultrasound. I really think you might want to look into getting an ultrasound again, or get a gonadal biopsy to see if you have ovotestes. This is a list of symptoms of Turner's Syndrome. To get diagnosed with Turner's syndrome, you would need to get a genetic karotype. If you have any hearing loss or heart problems, those can also be signs of Turner's Syndrome. Mixed gonadal dysgenesis can also cause some similar symptoms, and would be diagnosed through a genetic karyotype.

I also think something you might want to look into is another intersex variation called Follicle-stimulating hormone (FSH) insensitivity. This is rarer, and I know less about it, but basically, it causes ovaries to not work right, creating a lack of estrogen, can even cause ovarian failure. People with FSH insensitivity usually don't have puberty without hormones, like you described. I'm not familiar with what periods typically look like when people with FSH insensivity go on estrogen, so someone correct me if I'm totally wrong. But a lot of things you've described really line up, and it might be worth it to get your FSH levels tested. I think you might also need to get gonadal and gonadotropin levels measured to diagnose FSH insensitivity.

I will admit that some of what you're describing is more severe than what is the typical presentation of these intersex variations, but I don't think that necessarily means that it isn't possible. I could also totally see it being the case that some of your other health issues like EDS could interact with a possible intersex variation to worsen the symptoms. I can't say for certain whether or not you have an intersex variation, but I will say that this ask had a lot of things that made me really, really think that it might be a possibility. Like. even more things than the typical asks I answer on here.

Honestly, if it's possible, I would look into getting a referral to an endocrinologist who specializes in intersex care (probably the language they will use is disorders of sexual development). It can be harder to find doctors as an adult, so it might even be worth reaching out to an intersex team at a pediatric hospital to ask them for referrals, because I think that what you're describing is going to take a specialist to diagnose. Your symptoms in many ways seem very clearly intersex, but they differ from the typical presentations in a few ways that might challenge doctors. If you want to send in another anon ask with more specific information about your location, I'm happy to do research for you to try to find a doctor who might be an expert.

Seriously wishing the best for you, anon, and please feel free to reach out with any other questions. You really deserve answers and support in this journey, and you are welcome to vent, ask questions, anything you want in the inbox. Love and solidarity from the mods here!

-Mod E

#asks #actuallyintersex #intersex #btw if you want to join the intersex discord as well. send an ask off anon #also anon this ask literally reminded me of so many things that have happened in my health journey #like. so so many #so like I really feel for you and literally. anything u need from us feel free to ask #I know how frustrating this is!!

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puffsproblems · 11 days

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Not a problem....

But the FedEx guy, who dropped off my new bike- his sweat smelled nice to me. I'm one of those people..

I know that pheromones in sweat is something I can smell, and if I like it that means our immune systems would make a healthy kid. That's one of those primal nature instincts. If you like the smell of someone's sweat and have a kid with them, your child will be "strong" and healthy. If you don't like their sweat smell that means you shouldn't have a kid with them because they'll be sick or develop a lot of immune problems. Your body chemistry doesn't aline and what not.

Does that make sense?

I'm at the end of my ovulation and his sweat was so sweet and delicious smelling to me. A scent I can smell all day.

The second I opened the front door, i smelled it. He asked me to go and check the bike to see if it was okay because the box it came in was damaged. It was hard for me to think with his smell in the air. Sometimes I feel like a dog with the nose I have..

Then, I keep hearing about this pheromone perfume. like why would I want someone else's pheromones on me? Or what the fuck is that all about.

Find someone who likes your natural sweat scent and vice versa. It was ingrained in us till the dawn of animals/mammals. Helps us to not birth "weak" children. "Only the strong survive". It helps create/sustain our population with the strong immune system. Weird but, animals do it. Some even kill the ones they think aren't gonna make it or won't be able to make "strong and healthy" offspring.

If you have a lot of immune problems or have that autoimmune disease, ask your parents if they like each others smell. Bet ya at least one of them doesn't. I know my mom HATES my dad's sweat smell. I don't know about what my dad thinks about my mom but, I do know she doesn't like his and my sister and I have had problems since we were born.

Like yes, get with someone who you love and trust but, try and make sure you love their sweat smell. Not the body/armpit odor, their sweat. When people start to sweat their pheromones leach out. But I'm someone who kinda likes armpit odor... until it gets too oniony. Maybe I'm just weird though. And I'm okay with that.

In my 28 years on this earth, there's now 3 sweat scents I like. The first was my dads.. that's fucking weird but makes sense as his immune system is partially mine. But then it's my husband's and now this FedEx guy, who smelled similar to my husband.

When I told my husband that the FedEx guys sweat smelled similar to his, he got a bit upset. I understand though. He knows just how much I love his and would randomly smell his armpits. I'm weird I know. So when I told him he asks "why the hell are you smelling him?" I replied "it's not my fault it's in the air, it's all I could smell". "oh babe" he says. He knows im not gonna jump this random dudes bones but, knows I have a thing for scents, especially sweat. It's rare for me to find a sweat scent I like. And my primal urge says, you should make a baby with that one, except my dad. That part might just be some childhood crap. I was always smelling my dad's sweat, he a handyman and I was his helper. Some days it did not smell good though. And now that I'm older I understand more about this primal crap, insinct shit.

Almost everyone I've smelled it's like "ew gross, they need to shower" but very very rarely I like one

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crafty-lei · 9 months

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An expectant journey: step one

For the last year or so I have been trying to have a baby, and as I get closer to 35, I am getting more desperate to begin my motherhood journey. BUT, I am queer, single, have PCOS causing irregular periods and my BMI is a little over 40 - so I am in a tricky situation with a lot of hurdles to overcome!

I am demisexual and I very, very rarely date men as I prefer women. Generally I'm happy on my own, as I am now, but we still live in a 'couple plus baby' society, so I felt like should wait until I find a partner to have kids. But I'm getting older and realising more that I don't necessarily WANT a partner, so I have decided to go it alone.

I did have a friend who was donating sperm for me and we were trying at home donation, but he has moved away and that did not work because of my PCOS (I went four months in a row without ovulating).

So today, I took the first step on a new and more concrete journey to motherhood, as I have booked testing and consultation with a fertility clinic for sperm donor insemination.

I have tests, consultations and appointments coming up, but for now the big thing for me will be losing weight and making my body healthy so that they will give me the treatment to get pregnant and so I can support a healthy pregnancy. My weight is a big stumbling block as I need to lose about 4 stone to be able to get treatment, and it is really hard to manage weight with PCOS, so I have reached out to my GP for some support with weight loss.

#ttc 2023

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allwhilewaiting · 1 year

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scrambled eggs

"i don't menstruate."

when i told my family friend at a baby shower for my long-time friend [see betrayal of trust], she simply asked me why.

we were talking about our periods, because it was an event that celebrated the achievement of the uterus...conception. my friend was cramping at the moment, and maybe child-bearing was the general conversation when i told her that i don't menstruate, and i'm not exactly sure why.

i have clues: i was diagnosed with pcos as a teenager. i once got an ultrasound and the doctor told me there was water around one of my fallopian tubes, and something else was weird with the other one, can't remember exactly what. all i really know is that i started menstruating at 8, yes...8 (it even feels weird to write because what the entire hell is that), and then my periods were kind of regular, and then they became violent and more irregular, skipping months at a time, sometimes heavy like a river, sometimes 3-4 days long.

and then i got on birth control because i wanted to be stupid and get married to an awful creature. and then i stayed on birth control after i separated from said creature because i wanted to have sex with other people. then i had sex with another awful and broken creature, and i decided maybe i shouldn't be having sex at all.

after that decision was clear, i stopped taking birth control. it was inconvenient, and although it helped me cope with some of the after-effects of my abuse [see misplaced shame], my resolve to journey with self-love gave me the courage to be patient and willing as my body shows itself to me...and asks me for what it needs.

so now i'm not on birth control, and i'm on this journey of figuring myself out inside out, and i'm still not menstruating. sometimes ovulating, on rare occasions experiencing tinged discharge, but not menstruating.

it leads me to wonder a couple of things...

like 1, why exactly am i not worried? i used to celebrate the months my period didn't come as a teenager (especially knowing i was eons away from sexual activity). periods are messy, inconvenient, and painful. even with all my feminist fanfare, i've never found anything sacred about them. as far as its impact on my reproductive health...that leads me to 2:

my lady parts and capabilities don't seem to have any utility to me, indefinitely. i always thought that even though i don't see myself having kids, and don't want the challenges of parenthood, i also never want to feel like i don't have a choice. so it's not that i don't care about my uterus...in theory if i were to ever change my mind I would like to have the opportunity to realize whatever child-bearing outcome I aspire to. but since i'm not there...and i also don't know exactly what's wrong with those scrambled eggs up there, i just hold on to this narrative of being healthy enough to feel good on a day-to-day basis, and not really having the need to find out any more information at the moment. my body is just doing its thing, and i feel just fine.

my third wonder on this topic is whether i've subconsciously, even if only minutely, convinced myself that i don't want kids because i knew early on that i had some strange reproductive occurrences. like to soften the blow if i found out i actually couldn't have kids at some point. no one has ever told me that...only that i might have difficulty, but again...never tested the theory.

i think on the whole my reproductive health does actually play an active role in my identity as a woman. not so much for its regular and physical signs of capability (i.e. periods), but for its potential. like if i really wanted to...i could create a human from my own body and feed it to life. that power feels ancestral, and anchors me in a way that is irrelevant to the more grounded clinical evaluation of my current reproductive state.

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