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hecateslore · 1 month

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omggg pls I need u to developp the “-my boobs hurt -I’ll massage them later” thing with simon 🙏🏼

yeah I saw you in the comments 😏 MDNI pregnancy sex if you're chill w/ it and if you're not... get out

You step out of the shower, grabbing the beach towel and wrapping it around your body. You open the bathroom door and hiss at the cold air hitting your damp skin.

Simon looks up from his kindle, "You ready?" He asks, Setting it aside. You nod, eyelids heavy with exhaustion. You waddle over to the bed, getting on it slowly.

When you finally get settled, Simon scooches close to your side. He pulls your towel open, stretch marks litter your stomach and breasts. You were always so sore all over and So so swollen.

Simon's brown eyes on your swollen chest, "They're huge," you complain. Which was very true, the swelled with milk after the first 3 months. He rubs your stomach softly, "You want me to get some oil or lotion?" You shake your head no, "I don't want to be greasy," Simon nods, moving higher and higher.

His hand finally lands on your right boob, he squeezed it softly, You wince at the tenderness, "Sorry," he mumbles, eyes still on your boobs. "They weren't this big with Nova?" He looks at you, "They were smaller than these but bigger than before I had her." You tell him and He hums.

His warm hands continue messaging you, and you can feel the wetness growing between your legs, the sensitivity in your nipples 10 times worse now. Simons hands went lower and lower and he started rubbing your thighs, giving them light squeezes. You let out soft moans and quiet sighs from the pressure of his grasp.

"You okay?" He looks at you, "Mhm," You hum quietly, "Just feels good." You say. "You look beautiful," He kisses between your tits, you chuckle at him, "Thanks," You say, chuckling at the feeling of his lips.

"You do," He says, dragging his lips over the skin of your left breast, eventually catching his lips over your delicate nipple, a small gasp left your mouth, making him chuckle deeply, he suckled at it, letting it go to stare at the wetness his mouth left. He does the same to the other, making sure to run his tongue over the hardened bud.

"Open your legs," He says, kissing you chest all over. Without any thought your legs are spread open. Simons big hand reaches down to feel your cunt, dripping with arousal. You moan at the feeling of his hand rubbing your pussy, "We haven't done this in some time," he teases, "You're gonna ruin it," You say, a loud sigh comes out after his thick middle finger is shoved in your sensitive hole.

He works quickly, fucking it in and out. "Oh my god," You breathe, "Shh," he shushes you, "The baby." You nod quickly, "Sorry, sorry." You mutter, the pleasure too overwhelming.

He pulls his finger out and lays back down on the bed, ridding his bottoms. "C'mere babe," He says reaching for you, you take his hands as he pulls you up, "Get on top," his cheeks red from the rush of dopamine. You swing your leg over his pelvis, "There we go," He smirks, watching you reach down to grab his shaft. You line it up with your cunt's entrance, and let the tip of his big cock stretch you out like it's done so many times before (This is why you're pregnant sister 😐).

"Oh my god," You mumble as it fills you slowly. Simon lets out a low grunt at the feeling of your pussy around his length. "Jesus christ," he hisses. He bucks his hips lightly, urging himself to fit in you.

You finally slide all the way down and take your hands off his shoulders to squeeze your own tits, Simon's eyes darken at the sight of you groping yourself. You moan at the feeling of his thick cock in your swollen pussy. Simon adjusts himself under you, getting better leverage. He grips your waist, thrusting up into you making your swollen boobs bounce. The pain from your tits smacking your chest as they rise and fall mixing with Simons quick and deep thrusts.

Simon lets out deprived moans, basically panting while plowing your swollen hole. You let out mewls trying to match his thrusts, your big belly making it harder than normal. You place your hands behind you on his thighs. Simons eyes roll to the back of his head at the view of your big tender breasts and puffy nipples, the way your swollen cunt got so wet from an innocent massage.

You could feel you orgasm building, the painful pleasure at your front, making you want to ride him harder. "Oh fuck, slow down," Simon warned, filthy moans escape your lips, Simon chokes on his words all his pleasure rushing the tip of his cock, "Oh my god," he says hoarsely, holding your hips down, "fuck, fuck, fuck," he gasps while you grind on him, "rub my clit," you demand, widening your legs as much as your body allows, he does, placing his thumb on the little numb.

You keep grinding, while he rubs circles on you bud, your pussy, wet a sensitive. His hands stutter the closer and closer he gets. You start bouncing a little, Simon lets out a big sigh from the change of pace, "I'm gonna cum," you say, reaching down to rub your clit again, that familiar feeling coming back again, You rub your clit faster, feeling your pussy quiver. Simon groans, filling your cunt with all of his hot cum. You keep bouncing, greedy for the rest of his orgasm, loving the feeling of being overly sensitive. "Stop, stop," Simon grabs your hips, holding you down. Your body twitches from the aftershocks, your pussy soaked with his and your cum.

You calm down after a while, the exhaustion creeping back into your body, You're still in the same spot, "You want to take a shower?" Simon asks, "I'm too tired," you yawn. He chuckles, "Come here," he grabs and lifts you, placing you on your side, his cock still buried deep inside you. "Let's stay like this." you mumble, shutting your eyes.

"I hope bug isn't awake," Simon says, rubbing your bare arm, "She's like me, She can sleep through anything." Simon chuckles at you and your sleepy talk, "Goodnight," he whispers, kissing your cheek.

You hum and drift off into a deep sleep.

#lunden’s response ❀—#Papa!Simon #ghost smut #simon riley smut #cod smut #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #cod ghost

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dimorphodon-x · 7 months

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“There are extra cubes for Nova in the fridge and a few hard metal treats in the cupboard,” Thunderclash recounted everything, “but, are you sure-?”

“Don’t worry, Thunders,” Starhawk smiled and reached for his larger, blockier hand. The large bot slightly jumped at the surprisingly solid grip, “I’ve gotten better at interacting with physical objects. I can take care of Novabird if he needs anything.”

A small squeak escaped Thunderclash as the ghost reached up and gave the brim of his helm a quick cold kiss, “you go out and have a nice date with Roddy, ok?”

“Uh-uh huh,” Thunderclash dumbly nodded and stepped back towards the door, “t-take care.”

“Have fun,” Hawk waved the large mech off, watching him leave with the smaller flame colored mech.

Now alone, the ghostly flier went to check on the sparkling. Novabird was still sleeping, and hopefully would for a few hours. Though at the same time, Hawk wished he could play with his son now that it was just the two of them. Nova couldn’t see him, but the way the little guy laughed and squealed in delight as his toys seemingly flew over his head brought the phantom much joy.

Though playtime with Nova was often short as Rodimus would quickly investigate what all the commotion was, and Starhawk would have to hurriedly put the toys back down before he opened the door.

Oh well, there was other stuff a ghost could do to pass the time. Like a bit of tidying up.

He couldn’t do any deep cleaning of course, that would be too conspicuous. Instead Hawk went about doing small tasks, like straightening pictures, or picking up small bits of unnoticed garbage and tossing them into the bin.

Such small chores were quickly finished and Starhawk went to sit on the couch in the living room. Thunderclash had left a datapad on one of the arms for Starhawk to read through to pass the time.

The ghostly jet was about half an hour into his reading when a sound caught his attention. Small rattling and then a door being forced open a few moments after.

Someone was breaking in.

Immediately Starhawk rushed to investigate. Walls were no obstacle as he just phased through them to get to Rodimus and Thunderclash’s bedroom. The window had been opened and the intruder (or even intruders) entered the home from there. He could hear them going through some of the items in the hallway closet.

Panic setting in, Hawk rushed for Novabird’s room. There were two intruders. He didn’t recognize them, but that didn’t matter. They were making their way to the sparkling’s room.

“Frag, frag!” Hawk hissed. Nova’s door didn’t have a lock and he couldn’t yet pick up heavy items like shelves to block it. He looked at the sleeping sparkling in the crib. He doubted he could pick him up to move him to a safe hiding spot, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try.

The phantom’s fingers curled under Novabird, slightly lifting him up. Nova’s face scrunched up at the cold hands trying to pick him up and grunted unhappily.

“Shh shh! Stay quiet little Nova,” Hawk pleaded. His fingers were starting to phase through the little body, “oh please oh please oh please-!”

“Oh, what do we have here?”

No!

Starhawk gasped as his fingers gave, and Novabird plopped back into his cushioned crib. The short drop startled the sparkling awake and he shrieked. The two intruders hissed at the sudden cry.

“Uhg, noisy little thing,” the shorter of them snarled, rubbing at their audial. Their partner merely hummed and approached the crib. Starhawk instinctively shielded his crying son with his frame, yet the stranger could not see him.

“Go away, go away!”

“This is Rodimus’ kid, right?” Hawk gagged as a hand went right through his head as the stranger held a digit out to the sparkling. Novabird grabbed the intruder’s finger, still crying but starting to calm down.

“Yeah. What of it?” Short One joined their partner next to the crib, but kept their hands on their hips, “nasty little vermin.”

Starhawk growled at the comment and tried to swat the other mech’s hand away from his son.

“Rodimus is a Prime, right?” Creepy One smiled down at Novabird, wiggling their captured finger, “and Primes have money, right?”

“I guess. Thunderclash at least has money. I think.”

Starhawk did not like where this seemed to be going.

“And I’m sure little guy’s parents love him lots,” Creepy’s smile widened, “enough to pay lots of money to get their bundle of joy back home safe and sound.”

Shorty’s eyes widened and their grin mirrored Creepy’s, “oh, I gotcha. Much easier than stealing junk.”

Hawk’s vision went red.

“Do noT TOUCH HIM!”

The duo recoiled in surprise, and Novabird screamed again.

“What was that?” Shorty looked around, “you heard that too, right?”

“I didn’t hear it,” Creepy frowned, “but I felt something.”

The phantom lunged at Creepy, talons extended as he slashed at the mech’s chest. The intruder yelped as lines appeared in his paint.

“GET OUT!” Hawk snarled, Shorty shrinking back at his voice.

“Who’s there?” They whimpered pathetically, looking around, “show yourself!”

Creepy jumped forward and scooped Novabird up from his crib, holding the screaming sparkling up, “don’t try anything stupid, or the kid gets it!”

The room shook with a furious growl and the shadows seemed to grow larger and darker, crawling towards the intruders. In the darkness, they could just make out the shape of a mangled jet, and a pair of yellow eyes glaring at them.

Novabird shrieked as he squirmed in the stranger’s rough hands, trying to pry their fingers off of him.

“PUT HIM BACK.”

“Who… what are you?” Shorty hid behind their larger partner. The figure grew more distorted as the room again trembled with the phantom’s rage. The two backed towards the door anxiously.

“PUT. HIM. BACK.”

A black hand shot out and shut the door before the two could escape. Shorty wailed and all but collapsed to their knees in fear, while Creepy barred their teeth and stood defiantly.

“It’s a demon!” They hissed, eyes wide. They held Novabird up like a shield, “a messenger of Unicron!”

“I’ll show you demon,” Hawk snarled, broad wings flaring and engulfing the room completely in his rage.

Creepy was unable to see anything, not even the sparkling they were holding right in front of them. It felt like cold hands snatched the child away, and they could hear Shorty screaming and crying and begging for mercy.

“This isn’t real,” they whispered, “you can’t hurt us, you’re not real!”

“Not real?”

Moonlight returned to the room and the black figure was standing at the crib, the sparkling tucked in and sleeping soundly, despite having been crying only a moment ago.

Creepy glanced at their cowering partner, then to the phantom, their spark pounding behind their scratched chest plates.

“Not real?” The phantom repeated, eyes narrowing, “you’re stupid.”

The intruder frowned, stepping back, though their heel hit the wall.

Hawk stepped around Nova’s crib, his frame solid yet flowy like fire as he approached Creepy, “enough of my spark wants to stay behind to guard my family from the likes of you vermin. I’ve picked up a few tricks here and there, but there’s one thing I really want to test out on you tonight.”

“What?” Creepy pressed themself against the wall as cold hands grabbed his shoulders, “what are you-?”

“I’m experimenting,” Starhawk smiled as his frame dissipated, almost appearing to sink into Creepy’s chassis.

Shorty hesitantly lowered their arms and looked up at their partner, seeing their frame seize up and their eyes go white.

“H-hey. What’s wrong?”

Creepy blinked, their eyes dimming to yellow, and turned to look down at the cowering mech.

“Nothing is wrong,” they smiled, seeming oddly pleased with themself, “I’m just glad this worked.”

“What are you talking about? Hey!” Shorty yelped as Creepy grabbed their arm and yanked them up, restraining them in a tight hug, “what are you doing??”

“I’m going to make sure you both pay for this,” Hawk hissed, “I can’t believe you two, breaking into someone’s home and plotting to kidnap their child? Barbaric.”

“Y-you’re-?”

“Roddy’s late husband,” the possessed mech smiled as they exited the baby’s room and made their way to the living room, “and that sparkling is my son.”

Shorty let out a strained whine as Creepy sat down on the couch with them still in their arms, “this is crazy. What are you gonna do to us?”

“Call my boyfriend,” Hawk answered simply.

Shorty made a face.

“Thunderclash,” the phantom clarified, then went silent as he seemingly made his call.

…

Thunderclash and Rodimus burst frantically into their home, but froze as soon as they saw the pair of intruders seated on their couch. The larger was stiff as a board, one arm wrapped around the other mech, and the other hand clasped over their mouth to keep them quiet.

“I… what is this?” Rodimus looked up at Thunderclash, who merely shrugged.

“Go check on Novabird, Rodimus. I can take care of these two.”

The speedster didn’t need to be told twice as he ran for Nova’s room. Thunderclash cautiously approached the couch, eying the strangers warily.

“…Starhawk?”

He nearly jumped when the bigger mech turned their head to look at him, and smiled.

“Hey Thunders. How was the date?”

“It… was fine. Until I got the call.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourselves. Shame these two idiots had to cut it short,” Starhawk frowned and glared at the trembling mech in his arms, “now, could you please restrain them? I’m actually really fraggin tired and it’s getting harder to move in this body. It’s also really gross in here and I want out.”

“Oh! Of course!” Thunderclash hurried to grab some tape and rope from the supply closet and was able to quickly tie up the intruders' wrists and ankles, freeing the phantom from having to possess one of them and then calling the police to arrest them.

It didn’t take long for the cops to show up and take the trembling pair away. The short one kept on blabbering on about something regarding shadows and spirits, but no one was paying any attention. Certainly not Thunderclash anyway.

With the thieves turned almost kidnappers taken care of, Thunderclash was able to join Rodimus in Novabird’s room. The speedframe had scooped the bitty out of his crib and was pacing back and forth, holding him close to his chest and muttering to the confused and sleepy sparkling. Thunderclash frowned as he watched Rodimus fret and carefully approached.

“How’s Nova?”

Rodimus stopped his pacing and swallowed. His voice cracked as he responded, “he’s okay. He’s unharmed.”

“Thank goodness for that,” Thunderclash sighed as he stepped closer. Rodimus shuddered and all but collapsed into the larger mech’s arm, “whoa!”

“We could’ve lost him, Thunders!” He gasped, “those bastards could’ve taken him away and we’d never see him again!”

Thunderclash hugged the smaller mech closer, glancing down at Novabird. The little bitty was staring back up at him with large blue eyes, confused and curious. The thought of returning to an empty crib made his lines run cold, “but he’s here, Rodimus. He’s here and he’s safe and no one will ever harm him.”

“We never should’ve left him alone,” Rodimus buried his face against Thunder’s neck, “never again, never never never…”

Thunderclash opened his mouth. He wanted to tell him that Nova hadn’t been left alone, that he was being guarded at all times. He caught sight of Hawk’s ghost, watching them from the other end of the room. His figure was faded and most of his features looked half remembered.

“I don’t think he’d believe you,” Starhawk’s wings drooped as he shook his head, “and it might only hurt him to know anyway.”

Thunderclash shut his mouth with a frown. Alright. Maybe another time then.

#spooky month so have this thing that I’ve had sitting in my docs for literally a year💀#my art #fanfic #transformers #transformers oc #starhawk #Novabird #thunderclash #rodimus #rodiclash #thunderhawk #sparklings #spector au

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builtintripping · 9 months

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doodle pages tribute to @nova-pop's jimmytimmy fanfic (no i did not spend a normal amount of time doodling chester, shh-)

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#i need to post more dang #jimmytimmy #jimmy timmy power hour #jimmy neutron #timmy turner #the fairly oddparents #nicktoons unite #nickelodeon #my art #fanart #artists on tumblr #doodles

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lunerenzo · 1 month

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Sweet Surprises

☆ Content. Mentions of pregnancy, reader being proposed too, fluff, reader is intended to be black, female reader, idk 🤷🏾‍♀️

☆ Note(s). I FINALLY FINISHED WRITING YAAAY! I got kinda lazy towards the end (a clear pattern at this point). I'm sorry this took so long life has been kicking me in the ass. Thank you guys for being so patient ♡.

☆ Word count. 682

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, Enjoy!

The recording starts off with a black screen and shuffiling noises, after about a couple a seconds the video clears up to show a you. Sitting across from the camera in a dimly lit restaurant booth. "Jean, what are you doing?" "Shh, it's a surprise. Okay, what's your name?"

You look at him dumbfounded. "You're fuckin' with me, right?" He smacks you hand that lays on the table lightly. "Language, now answer the question. And look at the camera too." You scoff, rolling your eye's with a smile before doing as told, "My name is [first & last name], soon to be [name] kirstein...hopefully." "Alright." Jean says from behind the camera in a warning tone, you giggle. "Okay, next question, where are we right now?" The camera shifts upward a little to get a better view of you. "We are at [favorite restaurant]." "Why is it special to you?"

You smile fondly, the restaurant that you were sitting in currently is where Jean took you for you're first date and where he asked you, officialy, to be his girlfriend. "It's special to me because this is where i first fell in love with you." He smiles with warm eyes. "I love you too. Now how far along are you in you're pregnancy?" "About 5 months." "How old are you?" "Okay, why are you interro-" Before you could finish your sentence you hear someone, probably a restaurant employee, singing happy birthday off camera. Soon a plate with you favorite dessert was sat in front of you, Jean joins the server in singing happy birthday.

Let's just say it wasn't the greatest, but it was a sweet gesture. They clap as you blow out the candle. Your sever goes back to the kitchen as you inspect the plate. "Did you call in before hand? Cause there is no way they just decided to make this for me." you say lowly, looking at him suspiciously. "Don't worry about it." He takes one of your hands and kisses your knuckles softly. There was a slight tremble to his hold but you decided to pay no mind to it.

Looking back down at your plate you notice something written on it in chocolate and in cursive. Turning the plate slightly you see the words clear as day, 'will you marry me?', your eyes widen in shock. You stay like that for a minute or two before joyful tears well up in your eyes, hand slowly creeping up to cover wobbling lips.

You look up to find Jean holding open a black velvet box, a beautiful silver ring with a oval shaped moonstone in the middle, diamonds resting around it, sits in the middle. He smiles nervously as you take it all in. Tears stream down your cheeks once you've finally processed it. You shake your head before letting out a tear-choked "Yes." His eyes light up as he smiles harder, "Really?!" "Yes!" He practically jumps across the table as he kisses you, softly and affectionately. Putting the ring on your finger gently.

The 'play' button pops up as the recording ended. "Mommy pretty" your daughter, Nova, spoke with her mouth full, turning herself around in her chair. Golden eyes staring back at him, seeming brighter due to the early morning sunlight. He smiles softly, "I agree." "You made breakfast?" Jean whipped his head around to you.

Rubbing the sleep from your eye. A blanket wrapped around your shoulders, shielding you from the chill of the apartment. "Mommy!" Nova hopped down, giddly racing to you and hugging you. "G'morning.", you mumble. Jean stood up from his seat, walking over and kissing your cheek. "I already made your plate. Just go sit at the table." His hand on your lower back as he lead you to the table. As you shuffle to the table Nova follows you, telling you all about the video.

"I didn't know you recorded that." you said lowly as he places the plate in front of you. "I wanted to keep so i could remeber it perfectly." He kissed you cheek before sitting back down.

☆ Tags. @skepticxlvxeh @hobisims @magalimachete @conniesrockstargf @broken-tit4n @bleach-your-panties

☆ A/N. I kinda like this one actually. Jean is my baby daddy, like actually.

#𓆩♡𓆪lune show𓆩♡𓆪 #black fem reader #aot x black reader #𓆩♡𓆪lune writes𓆩♡𓆪 #black reader #aot imagines #jean kirschstein #jean kirstein x black reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein #aot x blck reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #x black reader

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lvxybby · 4 months

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"Another, please" Dad Kai Anderson X Mom Reader

A/N: its christmas time, so i thought i would give you all a gift<3 THIS DOES INCLUDE SMUT!!!

Work. Absolutely destructing. but thankfully it was friday and the rest of my day was focused on spending time with Kai and our 4 year old daughter, Nova. i was just so ready to plop down on the soft couch with a glass of red wine in my grasp. i pulled out of the packed parking garage and onto the busy road. traffic was being a pain in the ass, so naturally i took back roads and arrived home about 20 minutes early. i was so exhausted, but everything changed when i opened the door, just to see kai sitting on the floor with a crown on his head. and our daughter nova sitting across from him. "mommys home! look daddys a princess!" she said jumping up and pointing at him. i softly chuckled. "i didnt expect you to be home yet..." kai said taking the crown off and walking over to me with nova. "awh... you were so pretty" i said brushing the hair out of his face. he let out a scoff. "what? your just being a good dad" i said picking up nova. i pressed a small kiss on kais cheek. "i wanna kiss!" nova exclaimed reaching for her father. she cupped his face and pecked his nose. kai kissed her forehead. "ok, how about mommy can go give you a bath then we can watch a movie?" kai asked our daughter. "yeah!" she said very happily. i smiled at kai while i took nova upstairs into the bathroom. i couldnt stop thinking how sweet kai is with nova, its made him into a completely new person. although he wants her to be the leader of "Fear Is Truth" when he dies, he doesnt want her being around too much while shes still very young. it always reminds me of when i found out i was pregnant, kai made EVERYONE know if they even touched me, he would kill them. hes very protective of his daughter, shocking. i snapped out of my little mind trance when nova was tapping my leg. "mommy? wheres the water?" she asked sitting in the empty tub. "oh baby, im sorry. mommy got a bit distracted" i said turning the knobs on the wall. soon warm soapy water filled the tub. "bubbles!" she exclaimed smiling and blowing them in front of herself.

After her bath we walked back downstairs as kai scrolled through HBO. "hi daddy!" she smiled, running over to him. she climbed onto the couch and bounced eagerly. "movie!" she exclaimed. i sat down next to her. i ran my hand through her hair. "shh baby, calm down". "ok!" she was very bright and happy about everything. we looked for movies until suddenly she turned over to look at kai. "daddy? why is your hair blue but mine isnt...i want blue hair! im tired of brown" she said pouting. me and kai laughed. "well...i have hair dye in my hair" he said looking over at her. "i want!" she said smiling. "ummm...we'll see" i said looking at her. finally kai settled on a movie. not even halfway through, nova was fast asleep, laying on her fathers thigh. i paused the movie. "hm?" kai said loudly. i quickly shushed him. but when he opened his mouth to protest, i pointed to nova. "ohh" he whispered. he picked her up and took her to her room. i stayed on the couch. i sat there thinking. i wanted something, but i didnt know what.

Wine

i got up and scanned the kitchen for our wine. my eyes landed upon it and i poured me a glass. by the time i finished pouring it kai had come back down. i took a few sips. he come behind me and looked over my shoulder. "let me taste" he spoke. i turned around to hand him the glass but he gently moved my hand away. he pressed his lips to mine. i set the glass on the counter. my hands snaked their way around his head. next thing i know were on the couch. his lips still connected to mine. "babe...i want another" he mumbled against my lips. "really?" i said laughing a bit. "maybe..." i said before kissing him again. "wanna try" he asked. "sure" i agreed. his hands worked quick of my pants. mine doing the same to his. we removed piece after piece of clothing from each other. i could feel his clothed cock rub against me. he took off my panties as i worked on his boxers. his red and hard cock sprung free, hitting his lower stomach. pre cum leaked from his tip. i could feel my wetness grow from the sight of him above me. he simply stroked himself a few times, before pressing his tip into me. "oh fuck..." i moaned. he adjusted a bit before thrusting slowly, but deep. he let out a soft groan. his hands held onto my waist, and my legs were tight around him. his pace became faster after some time "ohhh yeahh" he moaned. i felt myself growing closer to my orgasm. "kai! yes, your doing so great." i yelped throwing my head back. "shh quiet" he said before kissing my neck. i whined. my orgasm was so close and i was going to be hard to keep quiet. the knot in my stomach twisted and churned. "oh fuck im so close" i whine. "shit....mmph...me too" was all he was able to get out. he thrusted harder and harder and finally i came. thankfully we knew we were going to be loud so we clamped eachothers mouth shut. his seed flew into me. maybe we will have another.

#kai anderson #american horror story #kai anderson x reader #american horror story kai anderson #evan peters smut #evan peter #evan peters

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kafus · 4 months

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ok i've decided i want to infodump about vee and nova a little after all! because uhh not only am i impatient because autism but i also. want to dip my toes into talking about this. just days ago i was still terrified but now i am Tentatively Brave... if i can talk about it here casually like this then i should be able to write a more formal summary later some other time

i've tagged this post appropriately (at least i think i have, feel free to suggest if i should add more) but also a heads up here too before i keep talking that while i'm not going into graphic detail on anything there are STRONG themes of organized sexual abuse of a child, sexual abuse of animals, and grooming! (there are no disturbing visuals in this post, just text)

IF YOU CAN'T READ THIS POST THAT'S OKAY I STILL LOVE U

takes a deep breath alright so the deal with these two. back all the way in 2021, i decided i wanted to make "vent ocs" as in i just wanted some concrete/consistent designs i could use in vent art drawings that weren't a direct reflection of what i envision myself to look like or whatever. i was going through a lot in 2021, in december 2020 i had just gotten my first big repressed memory back and my life was in a whirlwind of change and heavily increased PTSD and DID symptoms, so i was using art a lot as an outlet. in the end i settled on this drawing, based on the design taste i would have had as a young person (god the quality is so old now LOL i've improved a lot but anyway)

i was intending for these two to be just visual designs and nothing more than that but i got attached and actually ended up giving them a whole storyline and everything, which is something i admittedly hadn't done in a long time up to that point so that's cool.

the reason i preface explaining the premise of the storyline with this is because i think it's important to acknowledge that these two are intrinsically tied with my real life and the feelings i experience as a CSA/OA survivor. not because i think someone has to go through awful things to write or draw about them necessarily, but because i am passionate about expressing myself. it's important for me to be seen in some way, to be heard after years of silence. it is not safe for me mentally to share the exact details of my abuse online rn (and please don't ask for them!) but i also don't want these two to be removed from the message that i survived something and this is me making art about that in an abstracted and magical way with a fictional universe that brings me a lot of comfort. i hope this makes sense lol

oh and also with that in mind if you think for even a second any of this is a weird sex thing for me or some shit please stop reading this post and go do something else with your time. this is my trauma expression and i don't need to be compared to the people i was abused by when i was a literal toddler thank you!

AANYWAY so! premise! gonna be point blank with it! vee (not her original name but shh) is born as a normal 100% human girl, aka without the eevee ears and tail. she is groomed from a very young age (like, toddler age) and eventually abducted by her groomers which happen to be members of... well right now it's team rocket because i haven't spent the time to worldbuild a new villainous pokemon organization yet. roll with me here. she is taken to a remote facility out in the middle of fucking nowhere and is never returned to her previous life or family.

Why? well i'm glad you asked! the org is running a bunch of different experiments in this facility and one of them happens to be trying to enable humans reproducing with pokemon. this doubles as both a money thing and a power thing. they seek out a child as the victim of these horrible experiments because children are easily malleable. way easier to control a child than an adult who already has a firm identity/self.

vee is the child they chose. surgery is forcibly done on her to give her working eevee ears and tail, and also like, fuck with her body chemistry and stuff. she's biologically part eevee now. yes this is bullshit pokemon magic science LMAO but she is kept in this facility and chronically sexually abused for a few years by pairing her with various mons and trying to get eggs to happen.

the experiment isn't working though so they hypothesize that giving her a dedicated partner, especially of the same evolutionary line, would help, and they raise nova from birth as an eevee to take on that role. eventually the two of them are paired together. despite the acts they are forced to commit on each other and the abuse they endure, they actually become inseparable very quickly cause like. they don't have anyone else. and also they just genuinely care about each other. additionally at this point nova has evolved into an espeon and has telepathic powers, so him and vee can communicate linguistically with each other, so you know that helps

generally my current focus of this story is in the early years, when vee is 12 and younger, before they start realizing that shit is fucked up and they need to escape (up until that hypothetical point they have been successfully groomed into believing everything happening to them was not abuse/was normal). i have left out a metric fuckton of detail here just to get across the basic premise. i am constantly exploring vee's psyche, nova's psyche, it's like an in depth exploration of the mind of an abused child in horrific circumstances and god it's cathartic. i love these two so fucking much

btw i guess this art has more context now huh haha after i infodumped off the plot to my sister they looked at this art again and was like. OHHH THIS IS EVEN MORE OMINOUS AND HARD TO LOOK AT WITH CONTEXT. AND I WAS LIKE YEAH!!!! YOU SEE THE VISION!!! THE SYMBOLISM!! ETC!!!!

uh yeah if you read this far thank you and i just wanna say i've been building up the courage to talk about these two for GENUINELY two years, it has been over 2 full years since that initial drawing, and i am nervous and jittery posting this but i do not want to die without having shared my work with the world and i'm willing to take the risks to get my voice out there. so you reading it is very much appreciated ur like my first step into being more confident as a survivor lol

oh and fwiw despite these guys being so correlated with my trauma it's not offensive to make headcanons or ask me questions about them or compliment darker art of them however you want, in fact i love that shit!! please i've been holding these guys back for two years i have so much to say that hasn't been said. as much as i am nervous i am EXCITED

#sa tw #mind control tw #csa tw #oa tw #abuse tw #this post is a bit of a mess sorry!#this is why im sort of “drafting” my summary as a stream of consciousness infodump #i need to tackle having the confidence talking about this first #just get it out no matter how messy #and THEN i can clean it up and present it in an artistically pleasing way #kiki was here #kiki.txt #vee & nova

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