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yuri-is-online · 8 months ago

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Ooohhh any head cannons with malleus! Yutu and how diasomnia reacts to them?

Ah yes the banished Prince. I was wondering when I was going to get an ask about him, and I admit I am a bit surprised it was only the one unlike a certain other prince. It's rather fitting to come back to Yutu posts with him though, there's a great deal of tragedy to be had with Malleus in this ayuu.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. SPOILERS FROM BOOK 7 ON HOW DRAGON FAE REPRODUCE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

I've mentioned it before but Malleus! Yutu plays by half elf rules. He's very young looking, he's around the same age that Yuu is, whatever you think that is, but he looks around 15 at most and shares his father's eyes and teeth. Even in your world he had a reputation for being quite baby faced, this annoys him quite a lot, though he keeps his outrage to a brief pout if the person talking about it is Yuu.

Yuu remembers Malleus being their best friend, someone who was socially awkward due to isolation and came off as intense and scary because of it. They go to great lengths to try and encourage Yutu to make friends, but the public opinion of them as weirdos really hinders this and is only increased as Yutu matures. This Yutu doesn't like people very much, he grows up assuming everyone is mean and overly judgemental and that he will never be truly accepted for who he is no matter how hard he tries.

Being born in a different world does not make him any less of a Draconia, though unlike his father he is less prone to rage and more to long periods of melancholy; he is very much that sensitive goth kid with reams of bad poetry he will want to burn when he gets older and a love for rainy days. He has a deep love for classical poetry, music, and old clothes. If the area where Yuu lived had a ren faire then you can best bet Yuu took him there as a special treat more than once, he loves seeing all the medieval outfits and activities. He's explored every cemetery your town has, knows all of it's weird rumors, and any fun history stuff that might have happened in and around it, something he retains when transported to Twisted Wonderland. There are few people who know more about the history of Night Raven College than Yutu Draconia, for better or worse.

His interest in the macabre effects how he sees his parent's situation. While other Yutus might have needed time to adjust to the idea of magic and curses, Malleus! Yutu always firmly believed in it and assumed that was exactly what had happened to his parent. He went back and forth on his beliefs about his father, as a small child he thought of his father as a wonderful person who loved his parent so much that he must be searching for them surely, and that any day now he would swoop in and fly Yuu and him away to where they really belonged. When that never happened he began to wonder if maybe his father saw his relationship with Yuu as a mistake and that their memories had been altered purposefully to hide his identity. Whatever the truth, Yutu has decided that his loyalty is to Yuu, and that no matter who is trying to harm them he will hunt them down and have his revenge.

He announces as much to Crewel after he arrives in the mirror chamber, magic sparking at his finger tips as he roars it with a force he didn't know he had and immediately starts hacking at how dry his throat has become. It's very cute and not as intimidating as he might have wanted, but his point comes across well enough. Diasomnia is extremely pleased to have a Draconia back in the Housewarden's seat, though Yutu is less than pleased with this new position of authority.

The transition of being a hated outcast to the rightful King of a literal fallen kingdom is jarring. Learning of his father's controversial marriage to Yuu, of the uproar caused by their disappearance and his father's outright refusal to ever give up hope that his child and spouse would return is heartbreaking. Silver and Sebek had standing orders to go to them when not if they did, that's how badly his father wanted to believe he would be back. He was barely able to live with himself without them, but he had to. He had a kingdom relying on him, and someone else too.

We have gone back and forth in these posts about giving Yutu a sibling, but Malleus! Yutu absolutely has one. Dragon fae create eggs from magic and their partner's love, so in this scenario Malleus and Yuu decided to have two children, one that Mal would nourish and one that Yuu would. Technically, the Crown Princess is older than Yutu, but since she hatched from an egg she matures even slower than he does. She did grow faster than her father, the ability to transform into a human came much more naturally to her because of Yuu's love, but she doesn't look or sound much older than six. You are insane if you think this means she thinks of herself as the younger sibling though, her egg was older by two whole years so there! That means she is in charge! So Yutu absolutely has to stop learning boring "political smience" or whatever and play with her RIGHT NOW. She's wanted to meet him for so long TᴖT how dare her little brother deny her TᴖT look at her she's so cute how could he even think of scolding her TᴖT oh jail for brother jail for 1000 years TᴖT

Yutu might hate socializing and have a negative view of people but he absolutely adores his sister and thinks of himself as the big brother. He lets her claim to be in charge in the same way Malleus let Sebek do whatever he wanted because he finds it amusing. It is not uncommon to see the King in Exile holding court with the Crown Princess on his lap, rocking her softly as she naps. It helps solidify his control over what remains of Briar Valley, they might have been skeptical about having a half human King who cannot even transform into a dragon, but his professed dedication to his father's legacy of sacrifice and the clear adoration of his sister make his authority tough to deny.

Speaking of sacrifice, going back in time was hard for Malleus! Yutu. He felt there was absolutely no way he could bring his sister back with him because of how young she was and he was skeptical of whether or not it would even work. If it didn't he would be depriving Briar Valley of a king again, but if it did well. Then he would never need to be king in the first place, which Yutu finds reliving. While he did step up to the task, all he ever really wanted was to live with his father, Yuu, and now his sister in whatever way would have been normal for them. Sure, that normal turns out to have been quite abnormal, but that doesn't mean he still does not want it.

When the Once and Never King sees his father he has maybe more information than any of the other Yutus, even those who had met their dads. He conducted lengthy interviews with both Silver and Sebek, compiling a great pile of notes that he went through over and over again trying to come up with a strategy. All of that planning goes out the window when they actually meet, Yuu asks for permission from Tsunotarou to introduce the two of them, thinking it would be nice for both him and Yutu to have more friends and Malleus is just intrigued enough to say yes.

So this is a dragon fae. It's the only thing Yutu can bring himself to think when he sees Malleus, the other, more intense thoughts and emotions are distracted by the fireflies that accompany his father's arrival. They're beautiful, he can't remember having seen anything like them before, certainly not in his future. His father looks at him in brief surprise, and magic tingles up Yutu's spine. It's similar to the feeling he had when he first saw his sister, like recognizing like and seeking to form a connection. It hurts to shut himself off, but he smiles and focuses on his humanity as he puts forward his hand. "Hello Mr. Tsunotarou, I'm Yutu." The smile that stretches its way across Malleus's face is pure amusement, he must have really liked this ruse. What did Yuu think about that when they learned?

"My the humans of your world are certainly brave." He shakes his hand proudly, clearly pleased at the normalcy of Yutu's treatment but still painfully unaware how to be normal about it. "I am deeply pleased to make your acquaintance."

Malleus adores Yutu. There's just something about him that activates a part of him that he wasn't aware of before, and while he doesn't understand what those emotions are he recognizes his increased need to be protective of Yuu for exactly what it is. His mind thinks of Yuu as his mate, in body and soul, and that does terrify him slightly. Yuu is so tragically human, they'll die if he takes them home. They'll die if he lets them go to their home. They'll die if he never says anything at all and lets his love rot out his heart alone in his tower while they freely move through the world without ever having known of his emotions-

I haven't given much thought as to how I would want a Malleyuu confession to go down, but I could see them starting a sort of awkward courting process where Malleus takes them for long, late night walks in the forest to slow dance alone, brings them roses and handcrafted jewels he silently begs for them to wear to show just how close they are getting- but however it happens there is at least an understanding that there is something between them by the time Yutu's disguise is knocked off and he's forced to come clean.

It's a reveal Malleus does not take well. Oh not that he hates his son, he is overwhelmed with such a powerful love and joy at the mere concept of his existence he could never- no it's the fact that his future. His happy ending, that he fucking deserves after everything that his family has been through, was robbed from him and he wasn't able to do anything about it other than go to sleep? Him? The most powerful mage (fifth actually but he doesn't care about that) in existence couldn't stop that? Unacceptable.

After Yuu gets him to calm down and soothes the brewing thunderstorm they both are very focused on the well being of their child. I feel like both Yuu and Malleus would want Yutu to have a chance to just enjoy himself, for him to take off the crown he was never meant to have and just. Breathe for a moment. That's part of Malleus's motivation for introducing him as his son to the Diasomnia gang, he wants his child to have a chance to have some fun with his Uncles and Pee Paw Lilia.

Sebek bursts into tears when he learns of Waka Sama jr's existence. I think he feels a sort of kinship with Yutu, they're both half fae and they both have a deep respect for Malleus. He's very shy when he sees how much respect Yutu has for him. He's surprisingly humble when Yutu thanks him for protecting him in the future, insisting that he was just doing his job. He likes listening to Yutu play the piano, I could see Yutu trying to teach Sebek how to play an instrument, partially to spend time with him and partially just because he is curious as to how tone deaf Sebek can be.

Silver is deeply concerned about Yuu and Yutu's safety. He organizes with Sebek and Lilia to change up their patrols to include defending the new members of the royal family . He is a bit confused as to why Yutu wants to just hang out with him when all he really does is train, but he also is glad that the little prince is willing to train with him and take Silver's concerns about his safety seriously. I could see Silver apologizing for not being able to defend his parent, genuinely distressed about his situation and Yutu being a bit awkward about it. He never thought to blame Silver ever, why would he? Yutu is not unused to Silver's kindness, but it still overwhelms him. It's a pure sort of love that challenges what Yutu thinks about the world, and he doesn't know what to do with that.

Now. Mr. Pee Paw. Lilia is probably the most excited out of the entire group, look at this kid. You see him? Living physical proof that humans and fae can get along! If a Draconia did it then you can too, Grandpa Leven would be so proud! The future is concerning sure, but now that he knows about it he can plan for it. Lilia might be old, but he is still has some fight left in him, and he is very happy to use it on securing Malleus's family's future.

Yes, he does try to cook for Yutu. He wants to make him a birthday cake because he insists that they should throw him a party even if it isn't his birthday so he can have one with his Pee Paw and Dad. Yes everyone forces Yutu to distract him so they can make sure they've got something edible. He's so sad about it, how could they, jail for the little prince, jail for 1000 years.

Malleus is overly confident about his ability to change the future. Failure isn't an option as far as he is concerned, he will find the person who dared to corrupt his perfect future and he will have his due. His son will never have to live in a world without him, and he will never have to live in a world that rejected Yuu. Someone clearly needs to be reminded of just who Malleus Draconia is, and that memory will not be pretty.

Bonus

So the little crown princess. She learns that her idiot younger brother is planning to go back in time without her and she is very angry about this. How dare he, she knows he can't do anything without her so she makes sure to tag along anyway.

I toyed with the future kid reveal coming from her just marching up to Yutu and giving him orders, but I also like the idea of the Draconia family finding her lost in the woods crying because of how distressed she is that she can't find her little brother. Either way she doesn't understand the need for secrecy and wants to spend every single second she can with her parents. She causes a lot of rain when she finally gets to meet Yuu in person, she had so many dreams about meeting them and now they're real and she can hug them- she's just got too many emotions in her little body send help.

The Draconia family has pretty easy to follow naming theme, but I wasn't too certain about what names to give Yutu and his sister. I like the idea of Princess Draconia being named Mallia after Lilia but I am less certain about Yutu. In my notes Miss Princes was just called Princess Tamago because she hatched out of an egg. That's not her name but I could see that being something Yutu calls her.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus x reader #malleyuu #malleus draconia x reader

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w2beastars · 5 months ago

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Waezi2′s thoughts on “Beast Complex” chapter 24.

Paru is back at it again!

Meet South the Iguana.

South is a twenty-nine year old lizard. Saying he is an alcoholic might be an exaggeration... but he very much have an alcohol problem. Having sensitive skin and living in a very warm area, South needs to stay hydrated, but he choose to mainly drink beer instead of water. Partly because of how it affects his skin but also o make it easier for him to not think about his problems.

But then his excessive drinking is cock-blocked by a penguin inside the beer fridge... Still not the weirdest thing I ever wrote.

Yeah, a baby penguin somehow ended up in the store where South gets his favorite brand of beer. To stay cool in the very warm area South lives in, the little guy is now inside the beer fridge and refuse to leave. Begrudgingly, South takes the little penguin to his small apartment so the shop can stock up on beer again.

Having a guest in his home for the first time in ages, South realize that his place is not just dirty, it is rather empty. He sleeps on a mattress, has a fridge for his beer and food and a microwave oven for his meals. His home is about as pathetic as he is.

As South thinks about how his life is kind of a fart, we learn something... shocking about this iguana.

Something that you have never seen before in Beastars OR in Beast Complex. Something so odd that you might find it revolting. It will make you wonder if Paru was even more unhinged than she normally is while making this comic!

You see, South...

... was in a relationship with a female WHO IS THE SAME SPECIES AS HIM!

Trust me, dear reader. I'm as shocked as you are! A Beast Complex character who was NOT dating an animal completely different from them?!

What madness is this?!

Okay, seriously speaking.

We get some good ol' Paru symbolism as we see that South's life has for a while revolved around his fridge. Or rather, what is inside it. It got out of hand to the point that his (same-species?!?!?) girlfriend dumped him and his boss feeling so sorry for him that he makes him take a break instead of downright firing him.

So South drinks when he gets anxious. But his increasing drinking makes him more anxious, which results in him drinking even more, making him more anxious and so on. As he thinks about his boss and ex, he once again gets "thirsty" and practically tears his fridge oepn.

South would probably end up as a drunken waist... if not for his new "roommate."

See, the thing about depression is that you often ends up alone, either because the people around you lose their patience or you choose to be alone. And when you are alone with a minimum of interaction with the real world, you stop caring about the small things like cleaning your home, a proper diet and your economy.

Best thing to do is actually to be useful somehow. Like doing voluntary work or getting a pet. Or in this case, a penguin in your fridge. If you are of use for someone else, you feel a little better about yourself.

And that's what South is to the baby penguin he has named Sam(a reference to the Japanese word for "cold"). The two of them can't really talk since Sam is a sea animal and has a entirely different language.

Whenever South has his panic attacks and go for a beer, he is instead met by the fluffy little bird in the fridge. So South has to clean the fridge for penguin poop and also spend extra hours in his part-time job since he spends more money on electricity because of Sam being inside the fridge. As the days pass, South finds himself acting like, well... a functional adult.

One day, South gets a reason to panic again as he realize that Sam is losing his white coat and looks skinny instead of fluffy.

If you know a thing or two about penguins, then you will know that there is nothing to worry about. But South knows jack shit about these birds, so he rush him to a hospital on his bicycle.

On their way, they pass the ocean... and we get this majestic moment.

There was nothing to worry about, Sam is just growing up and losing his fluff, finally ready to leave his nest and get in the ocean.

A pair of dolphins are luckily near and South has managed to learn to speak a little sea language so he can ask the dolphins to escort the young penguin to Antarctica.

Despite Sam having left his apartment, South still have a little of Sam in his fridge as the penguin sends him letters on pieces of ice.

So South's life still revolves around his fridge so to say, just in a much healthier way.

This was such a nice tale about a guy rebuilding his life by having to be dependent for someone else.

... Even if South is a freak, dating a fellow iguana. BE A FURRY LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, SOUTH!

I'm Waezi2, and thanks for wasting time with me.

#beast complex #beastars #south #south the iguana #sam #sam the penguin #sam the king penguin #itagaki paru #paru itagaki #paru

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sshadowritestoriess · 2 years ago

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Hey! Do you think you could write some NSFW headcanons for Widow, Mercy, Kiriko, Lifeweaver and Genji (gender neutral afab reader) please? Feel free to ignore if that's too many characters or if you just don't want to do it. Have a great day, and don't forget to drink water dear author!

Sure! I did my best, sorry they’re all so short. I just didn’t want a super long post 😅

Widowmaker NSFW

She can quite literally take you out in ‘one shot’— you’re not certain how exactly she does it, but she touches you in all the right places in quick succession and finds exactly where you need her most in just an instant. You’ve lasted about thirteen seconds at most with this technique of hers, and it was quickly banned from the bedroom unless you asked for it

She’s a very hard biter, like she doesn’t realize she needs to be a bit more gentle. You often wonder if she thinks she’s actually going to inject venom into your bloodstream this way

Eerily quiet responses toward any pleasure, even if you’re doing everything right she makes it hard to tell if you’re doing anything at all. So she tends to be the one in charge, that way you don’t end up questioning your capabilities or doubting her reactions

A slowed heartbeat seems to increase her stamina, though. It’s only somewhat annoying, especially in addition to her lack of emotion toward intimate times. But you refuse to believe she’s not feeling anything at all, either— otherwise she wouldn’t be stepping on you ‘for fun’ unprompted, or initiating half of these encounters

Mercy NSFW

An unpredictable switch— everything that happens in the bedroom is a flip on a coin based on what she’s feeling and when. You never know if you’re about to give or receive, but either way it’s extremely rewarding and it’s hard to discern any complaints out of a night with Angela

She is pretty vocal, makes the nicest noises and lewd sounds you’ve probably ever heard. She definitely sounds like an angel, and it’s worth every touch to hear her sound off while completely red in the face

Maybe a bit too in love with pegging you. As a doctor and being very knowledgeable about the body, she’s rather enthusiastic toward loosening you up and talking about safety before giving you the ramming of a lifetime. Certain recommended positions even relieved your back pains somewhat, to your astonishment

She highly prefers to schedule these exchanges, rather than doing them on a whim. She refuses the ideas of quickies or anything with risk— especially in communal/public areas. You’d need to absolutely guarantee no one will be walking in or she might not ever forgive you for the embarrassment

Kiriko NSFW

Absolutely a brat, and we all know this. You’re not getting anything done without force or a trade, and she clearly relishes in those methods— always a “no” or a “why”, and then the “what will I get in return?”

Hugely into degrading and she’ll meet you halfway, criticizing your every move as if it doesn’t have her writhing in euphoria. She’s mostly in control of the sounds she makes, but when you get enough of a rise out of her the high-pitched noises are totally worth the struggle to get them in the first place. But she tries really hard to pretend like you don’t have an effect on her

She totally abuses her abilities to make you both finish faster, and especially against your will if you intended to take your time. Everything she does in bed is completely in spite of you— you’re fighting to earn the outcome you want, so hopefully you’re up for that kind of challenge

Her attitude is to make up for her low libido, and especially in her inability to last very long. She’s super sensitive, but she’ll never admit it. You’ll figure this out sooner than later though, and she’ll put up even more of a fight with a smirk on her face before you get anywhere near the brink of relief

Lifeweaver NSFW

Undoubtedly has a preference for being on bottom, but absolutely more than capable of being a top if he’s in the mood for it.

He’s sort of a pillow princess, likes having all the work be done for him. Much more of a receiver than he is a giver, but only in intimate moments— he’s much more giving outside of private moments that heavily lack clothing

But he is extraordinarily talented with his mouth, and he knows this. Yet he won’t offer such services without being asked politely, which must include a ‘please’ or he may remind you of your manners. It’s all in good fun though, he likely wouldn’t have refused either way (please ride his face)

He makes a lot of sounds, though they’re always muffled by his hand or pillow— or you. He also super loves using rope for things, like being restrained, and shibari. He gets more excited when he’s trapped and vulnerable in front of someone he likes

And while he’s a gentle top, he makes sure to return every favor you’ve given him on the occasions he does take over. These sessions last significantly longer than when he’s on the receiving end— edging turns out to be a specialty of his. And along the way, he’s more than happy to remind you of your previously indulgent behaviors

More Genji NSFW

Genji is still Genji, and even under all that metal he’s still pretty full of himself. So he totally, secretly, has a mask kink, and goes a bit feral when you wear his helm along with a lingerie or something else enticing (maybe even his hoodie lol). There’s just something about seeing his own visor on you that makes him want to pounce

I don’t imagine he’s super into wireplay/anything that has to do with his mechanics, but he’s not against it. He’s fine with it enough and appreciates you’d find these parts of him just as attractive, it just doesn’t get him going as much as other things do. He will happily indulge you though.

He’s dangerously easy to arouse. Drop one hint, playful or not (but only after the first few intimate exchanges) and he will find someplace to make it quick. Of course, he’s fluent in consent, so he’ll back off if you really were only joking. But otherwise you may often find yourself getting that super-enhanced-ninja special in the strangest secluded areas

And he makes it his job to make sure you cum before he does. On occasion he slips up, and if you’re competitive like that then it can be pretty 50/50. But he praises himself as a gentleman who treats his lover with the utmost care, and will deliver to you everything he has before taking you for his own pleasure

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lysa1201-saucy · 10 months ago

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hi can i request body worship with jumin han? tyyy <3

Hiiii sorry this is super late, life is crazy and I’m still trying to learn how to write NSFW better (which is why I’ve taken these requests lol) and also trying to learn how to write GN reader to be more inclusive!

I hope this is good or at least is good enough LMAO I tried my best 🙏 Thank you SO much for the request 🥰

if it’s bad, no it wasn’t, it’s my birthday, be nice 2 me

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Never Seen Anything More Perfect - Jumin Han x GN!Reader

18+ ONLY

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: body worship (obviously lol, unless I’m a terrible writer and did it wrong cuz oops), oral but I keep body parts ✨ambiguous✨, marking, and some hand stuff idk handjob i guess idk

Word Count: 418

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Jumin was quite the attentive man. Always spoiling you, caring for you. Too cold? New jacket for you, a new blanket, want a heater? He’s got it. Bored? Here’s a new TV, some games, subscriptions to your favorite streaming services, quite anything you like.

He loves to spoil you. However, he has one area he likes to spoil most.

Your body.

God, he loves your body. Your eyes, your nose, your lips, your hair, your ears, your neck, your chest, your arms, your hands, your ass, your thighs, God the list can go on and on. He’s in love with you.

Every single part of you. Every inch. And he loves to show you that.

He had you moaning on his bed, sucking where you’re most sensitive as he went down on you, making sure you feel the absolute best. You look so perfect when he’s making you feel so good. You tug at his hair, confused on whether you want him to pull away and fuck you, or to keep going and let you cum all over his face.

“You’re so amazing,” he would praise you, leaving kisses all around your pleasurable space. “So perfect… can never get tired of how wonderful you are. Your sounds, the way you blush, the way you cum… always so satisfying. My favorite thing is you.” He would go on, kissing all over your body. Your thighs, your hips, your chest, a small suck and nibble on your nibbles, and his favorite part: your neck.

God, he loved your neck. Sucking on it, biting it, kissing it. And your jaw. He needed all of you, who was he kidding? “I could stare at your body all day. I want to kiss it all, mark it all, you’re so fucking perfect.”

“More perfect than Elizabeth the 3rd?” You chuckled a bit, testing him. In response, he moved his hand down to your groin to start playing with you, causing your chuckle to be replaced by a moan.

Jumin smirks. “More perfect than Elizabeth the 3rd… just don’t tell her I said that.” He smirks as he leads his kisses up to your ear, nibbling on the earlobe. You try to let out another giggle, but all he does is increase his speed and the pressure of his hand to once again replace it with a moan.

Finally, his lips moved to yours so sensually, his hands moving around to touch all of you. He loved you. Everything about you. Inside and out.

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I accept constructive criticism, just be nice im sensitive and it’s birthday you legally HAVE to be nice to me today

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger smut #jumin han x mc #jumin han x reader #jumin han #jumin han smut

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totowlff · 11 months ago

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chapter sixteen — an old and hungry yearning

➝ cassie has a problem and only one person can fix it

➝ word count: 5,5k

➝ warnings: cursing, smut

➝ author’s note: okay, this is my favorite chapter ever. enjoy!

19 WEEKS The baby is working on their five senses. He has already learned to suck and now adds swallowing to their bag of tricks. And of course, baby is very busy moving around!

— And we have to organize accreditations for the second part of the season, so we don't have any problems, especially in Malaysia. We don’t want a repeat of last time when we didn’t have enough paddock passes for all of the Petronas executives that decided to come to the motorhome… Cassie, are you paying attention?

Cassie blinked, turning her attention back to Victoria, who was leaning against the edge of Cassie’s desk. Cassie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and tried to hide her blush.

— Yeah, of course — she replied.

Victoria raised an eyebrow.

— Are you sure?

— Yes, why? You were talking about Malaysia.

— You seem a little distant today. Are you okay?

— I’m just a little tired, it’s not a big deal — Cassie lied, giving a small smile.

If only it was simple fatigue that Cassie was feeling, which could be resolved by getting up and walking around or splashing some cold water on her face, but what she was actually feeling was much more complicated to resolve, especially considering the status of her current relationship.

She was horny. Very horny.

It started a few days ago, and she was wondering whether or not it would happen to her or not. All of the pregnancy websites and books she’d read warned of the possibility of increased libido in the second trimester. It had finally come to pass for Cassie. It was subtle at first, like an inconvenient itch, but easy to ignore. However, that particular afternoon, it was nearly unbearable, to the point where she couldn't focus on anything other than the way her heart seemed to be pounding, sending all of her blood to the sensitive areas of her body.

— Good afternoon, ladies — a familiar voice said. Cassie turned her head to see Toto striding into the marketing area with a wide smile on his face. It was enough to send a jolt of arousal straight between her legs, giving her a full-body shiver — How are you?

— We’re doing alright, Toto. Just discussing VIP accreditations for the Asian races. Cassie said she’s a little tired today.

Toto smiled when he saw Cassie nod in agreement with her boss.

— Growing an entire human being is not easy. Cassie has every right to feel tired — Toto said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes — In fact, I'd like to talk to her. Can I borrow her for a few minutes?

— She's all yours — Victoria said, a pleasant smile on her face. Cassie stood up easily still, but she was sure those days would be coming to an end, given the way her belly seemed to be growing larger by the day.

He walked her slowly through the cubicles toward the hallway, where they would be away from the eyes of her colleagues, who always seemed curious about how close Cassie and Toto were. When they stopped at the entrance to the marketing office, she noticed him looking at her with a small smile on his face.

— Is there a problem?

— No, Cassie — Toto replied, caressing her belly with his fingers, his thumb grazing the white fabric of her shirt. — I just wanted to see how you are today. Well, you and Ingrid.

She should be used to that Toto touching her like that by that point, after all, she was carrying his daughter. However, even the lightest of touches from Toto sent a wave of heat down her legs. “Focus”, Cassie thought, smiling at the man in front of her.

— I'm a little tired, but your daughter is doing just fine.

The answer made him frown.

— If you’re tired, do you want to cancel dinner tonight? I don’t mind, and I don’t want you wearing yourself out cooking for us.

— No, no, we should still have dinner — she replied quickly — I wasn’t planning on cooking anyway. I wanted to order pizza… I’ve been craving the ham and pineapple pizza from Bella Italia.

He raised an eyebrow.

— Have you ever eaten that pizza?

— The Tropicale? Yes, twice this week. Your daughter's fault.

Toto laughed.

— I thought you hated pineapple on your pizza.

— You see that your daughter continues to surprise us every day.

He moved closer, his face inches from hers. With her eyes traveling between Toto's dark eyes and lips, Cassie was studying how wrong it would be if she kissed him there, in that hallway.

— Our daughter, Cassandra. Ingrid is as much yours as mine.

— Our daughter — she repeated, something warm spreading through her body.

A few seconds later, Toto took a step back and took the hand that was resting on her stomach into his pocket.

— Well, I'll be at your flat at seven, okay?

— Perfect.

He took one last look at her stomach with a smile. Such a simple gesture sent an electric shock through Cassie's body, her skin burning as if she had a fever.

— See you later, Cassandra — the team principal said, before walking past her and heading down the hallway.

— See you later — Cassie murmured, staring at the muscles of his upper back moving under his Oxford shirt. “If I haven't gone crazy by then”, she thought to herself, as she slowly walked back to her cubicle, where Victoria was waiting to continue talking about the accreditations for the race in Malaysia.

When Cassie got back to her flat, she looked around and let out a heavy sigh. It even looked like a hurricane had passed through there, scattering cups, plates, paper, books and magazines everywhere, as well as some toys that she had already insisted on buying for Ingrid.

She dropped her bag on the credenza just inside of her front door and started trying to organize her flat. The clutter made it even harder to think straight, on top of the brain fog and the other distractions. She rounded up a stack of books, papers, and magazines, setting them in the basket next to her sofa she used for reading material. After that, she collected the few dirty dishes she hadn’t remembered to put in the kitchen, and set aside a few things she’d ordered online for the baby in the pile of things that would eventually go to Toto’s house.

Sitting down on the armrest of the sofa, she smiled a little when she realized that the place was more or less decent. “Now, let’s get to dinner”, Cassie thought, picking up her phone and opening Deliveroo to order their pizza.

She was finishing setting the table with the cutlery and glasses when the apartment doorbell rang. As she opened the door, she smiled widely.

— Delivery for Misses Aldersey and Wolff — Toto said, in a formal voice, holding up the two pizza boxes — That must be you?

— Yes, that's us — she laughed, taking the boxes from his hands and indicating with her head for him to enter the apartment — How did you...

— I met the delivery guy downstairs. I asked who the pizza was for and he said it was for Cassie, so I decided to take care of it myself. In fact, I already paid, so you don't need to worry about that.

She placed the boxes on the dining table and turned to him.

— Toto, I already told you not to pay for things for me.

— Cassie…

— It’s just pizza, it’s not an enormous expense.

He approached her, his expression turning serious.

— I know. But at the same time, I want to help you — Toto said, placing one of his hands on the side of her belly. The touch caused heat to rise to her cheeks — I told you at the beginning of this process that I would be by your side and support you through everything, no matter how small of a matter it is. We're in this together, remember?

She smiled.

— I do.

— Good — he said, moving his hand away from her belly, a strange feeling of emptiness taking over the spot where he was touching her — Shall we eat?

After settling in at the small dining table, Cassie opened the boxes, revealing the steaming pepperoni and pineapple ham pizza. The sight made her mouth water.

— Let me get it for you — Toto said, taking the pizza cutter and carefully breaking the dough. The concentration in his brown eyes, as well as the tip of his tongue appearing in the corner of his mouth as he tried to take the slice to her plate, made a memory hit her hard, like a wave crashing violently against the rocks.

It was the same expression that was on his face the night Ingrid was conceived, when he was straddling her body, his hips pounding against hers. The concentration with which he watched her writhing in pleasure had been marked in her memory, as well as the words he whispered to her, accompanied by the most delicate kisses she had ever received in her life.

“You are going to be the most beautiful mother in the world”.

“I can’t wait to see your belly grow”.

“I will give you a child, Cassie, I promise you”.

She brought her hand to her belly, in a quiet acknowledgement of him fulfilling his promise, between the sheets of her bed, as she moaned his name, begging not just for relief, but for him.

— Cassie?

She blinked, feeling heat rush through her body.

— Yeah? — she replied, a little lost.

— Do you want some chili flakes? — Toto asked, holding up the shaker.

— No, no. Thank you. I’ll already have heartburn later — Cassie replied, cutting herself a small piece of her pizza. The smoked fattiness of the ham combined with the slight sweetness and acidity of the pineapple and the slight heat of the pepper made her sigh.

— Apparently your pizza is good — Toto said with a smile.

— Excellent. Want some?

— No, thanks. I'd rather leave it to you two.

Cassie smiled, turning her attention back to her plate, trying to ignore the heat she was feeling. A few seconds of silence later, Toto suddenly dropped the cutlery.

— Ah, I need to show you something — he said, taking the phone out of his pants pocket — I received an email from that decorator I told you about, about the nursery. She asked me for some references of what we want and I put together these photos to send to her, but I wanted to know what you think.

Cassie took the phone from Toto and looked at the screen. He had pulled up images of nurseries that looked clean and modern, but still welcoming. In one of them, the crib was placed against a wall, and opposite it was a large, comfortable armchair, with a lamp next to it. In the other photo, there was a kind of bench with shelves underneath, where toys and books were placed.

— You scroll through to see more — Toto said, before taking a sip of water. Sliding her finger across the screen, Cassie analyzed the rest of the references that Toto had set aside for their daughter's room. A large closet, shelves, pictures on the walls.

— Very nice — she murmured, returning the phone.

— Of course, it's nothing definitive, there are some things I'd like to see with you if it makes sense, since, for the first few months, we're going to share this space and I want you to feel as comfortable as possible in it.

Cassie took another bite of pizza, watching Toto talk about his ideas for their daughter's room. She wasn't paying attention to any words he was saying, her eyes busy analyzing the way he gestured with his hands, his slender fingers moving in the air.

The memory of them touching her skin gently, removing her hand from the spot between her legs, and massaging her clit that night made Cassie press her legs together. In her chest, her heart was beating heavily, an overwhelming heat coursing across her skin.

In her mind, the scenes repeated themselves slowly, like a movie that Cassie had already watched several times but she couldn't get enough of, rewatching each scene to find details that she hadn't noticed before. She could remember the moment Toto finally entered her, his eyes fixed on hers as he eased himself inside her, his bottom lip between his teeth. His concern for her pleasure was seared into her memory.

She wanted more.

— Cassie? — he asked — Is everything okay?

Turning her attention to the table they were dining at, she smiled.

— Yes, yes, I was just… Thinking.

— May I know what you were thinking about?

“How good it felt to have sex with you”, Cassie replied mentally, taking a sip of water.

— What it will be like to bring Ingrid into her nursery for the first time.

Toto reached across the table, taking Cassie’s fingers in his.

— If I can say so, I'm really looking forward to that day. I'm sure she'll love every little thing we think of for her.

Looking into his eyes, Cassie seemed to see something beyond simple affection or appreciation. It was more tender, warm. “This has to be love”, she thought, pursing her lips and pulling her hand back.

But surely she was just imagining it.

— In fact, I scheduled a meeting with the decorator at my house, so she could take measurements and talk about ideas for the room. It will be on Saturday morning, around ten. Would you like to come? I’d love for you to be there.

— Oh, yeah, that would be great — she replied, cutting another piece of pizza — I have to make sure you don't paint the entire room pink or put unicorns on the walls.

Toto laughed.

— Something against the color pink and unicorns?

— We definitely don't need to be cliché at this point, Toto.

— But Ingrid will be our little girl, Cassie...

— Little girls don’t need a pink nursery.

He stared at her for a few seconds.

— What is your favorite color?

— Aqua. And yours?

— Orange.

Cassie raised an eyebrow.

— I thought it was baby blue.

— I also like blue, but orange has an inexplicable power. It is more mysterious than red and more revealing than yellow. Orange is comforting and cozy, especially those darker, coppery tones — he explained, his eyes fixed on her. It even seemed like there was something hidden between the lines of his words, but Cassie couldn't understand what, but it was exciting to imagine.

In fact, everything Toto did excited her. His mere presence, in front of her, with the sleeves of his baby blue dress shirt pulled up to his elbows and the top two buttons undone, excited her. She keenly felt the effect he had on her physically, in the way her muscles were tense, her mouth dry and her pulse pounding in her ears.

He was driving her crazy.

— Would you like orange in her room? — Cassie asked softly.

— We can talk about that on Saturday with the decorator — he replied, looking at her plate — Would you like more pizza?

She looked down and then at him.

— No, no. I'm full.

— Are you sure? — Toto questioned, an expression of concern on his face — You didn’t eat much.

— I'm fine, Toto, really — she replied.

— You don’t look like it. You look flushed…

Cassie put her hands on her cheeks and immediately noticed how hot they felt. “Fuck”, she thought, noticing how the blouse she was wearing was sticking to her skin due to sweat.

— I'm just warm, it’s been happening a lot lately. Hormones, you know — she said, forcing a smile — Would you mind if I took a quick shower?

— No, of course not. I’ll get things in here cleaned up, okay?

— Okay — Cassie said, getting up and walking to the bathroom, focusing on her own breathing and not on the way her body pulsed. After she entered the cubicle and closed the door, she let out a sigh. Ripping off her clothes, she tied up her hair haphazardly and got into the shower, turning on the cold water tap.

Holding back a scream, Cassie allowed, with her jaw clenched, the cold spray to wet her skin. The contrast between the temperature of the water and her body made her more alert, the heat slowly dissipating. However, as soon as she started washing herself, her mind was invaded again by lewd images, all starring the same man.

Cassie could imagine Toto following her into the shower, standing behind her and placing kisses on the curve of her neck. As he whispered in her ear, he would take the soap from her hand and slowly slide it across her skin, lathering every part of her body, paying special attention to her swollen breasts and belly.

— My angel — Cassie could hear Toto saying.

His hands would go down to the point between her legs, where he would find her completely wet. With his middle finger drawing tortuous circles against her clit, he would slowly bring her to orgasm, kissing and biting her shoulder. The imagination was a powerful thing; she could practically feel his hands on her, as if he was actually there.

Bringing her wet hands to her face, Cassie tried to come back to reality, finding herself in a worse state than she had been in before stepping into the shower. She was almost melting under the cold water, her body begging for attention, and strangely, for relief.

She knew there was only one way to get it.

Turning off the shower, Cassie dried off quickly and wrapped herself haphazardly in a gray bath towel. After letting her hair down and running her fingers through it quickly, she took one last breath. Then, she opened the bathroom door and walked into the living room, still barefoot. Toto was sitting on the sofa, looking at something on his cell phone when he looked up at her.

They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

— Is there a problem, Cassie? — he asked.

— Yes.

— What happened?

— I need you.

He blinked.

— What?

Cassie let go of where she was holding her towel closed, letting it fall into a pile around her feet.

Toto's eyes went wide as they roamed Cassie's entire body, taking in the changes since the last time he had seen her like this. In addition to her belly, her breasts were much larger, crowned by nipples darkened by hormones.

Usually, she felt a little embarrassed about the changes her body had gone through, but at that moment, in front of Toto, Cassie felt beautiful.

— Remember you said you would be by my side? — Cassie asked softly — That you said you would help me with anything I needed?

— Cassandra — Toto murmured, his voice almost scolding, as he stood up from the sofa, his eyes fixed on her.

— You said you would help me — she repeated, as he stood in front of her, a hesitant hand going up to her cheek — I need your help, Toto.

His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from Cassie's face, his eyes fixed on hers.

— With what?

— I'm horny.

— Horny…

— Yeah — she said, bringing her body closer to his, her nipples almost brushing against the fabric of his shirt — Very horny.

— Cassie — Toto murmured, as she took his hand and pressed it to her face.

— I haven't stopped thinking about you today. In the office, here — she whispered, feeling the musk of his cologne fill her nose — Especially here. All I could think about was how handsome you are. With that shirt then… Beautiful.

He let out a sigh, his fingers squeezing her skin.

— I was practically melting in my chair when we were talking during dinner. All I could think about was how much I want to feel you inside me again. I even went to take a cold shower to help calm myself down, but my imagination betrayed me — Cassie said, pressing her cheek against his palm — All I could think about was you using your fingers on me, making me come on them…

— Fuck — Toto whispered.

— I need you, Toto. Please — she said, looking up at him trying to make it clear enough what her sole desire at that moment was for him giving himself to her the same way he had months before.

— Are you sure, Cassandra? — he asked softly.

— Yes, Toto. Please. Help me.

After a few seconds of staring at her, Toto tilted Cassie's head gently, bringing his own lips to hers in a delicate, almost careful kiss. A few seconds later, it was up to her to wrap her arms around his neck and ask for passage to explore his mouth the way she wanted.

Feeling his hands slide over her skin for real, Cassie felt like she was combusting. Pressing her own body against his, she tried to lead him back onto the sofa, where they could continue more comfortably and without the obstacle of the height difference between them. However, Toto didn't move.

— What are you doing? — he asked, panting.

— Trying to push you back onto the couch…

— Why?

— How else are we going to have sex?

A giggle escaped his lips, his nose brushing hers.

— Cassie, we’re not going to have sex on your couch.

Cassie's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. He wasn't going to do this to her, he couldn't do that to her, not when she felt like she might melt into the ground or just burst into flames right then and there.

— Toto — she stammered, her eyes filling with tears. She felt like the frustration may be the end of her.

— I'm not going to have sex with you on a couch — he continued, bringing one of his hands to her face — Because my daughter's mother deserves better.

— You mean…

— Take me to your room, my angel.

With her shock dissolving into a smile, Cassie pulled Toto towards her again, leading him through the house towards her bedroom as she fought against the damn buttons on his shirt, only managing to undo two of them when she felt the edge of the mattress against the back of her legs.

— Lay down — he whispered, his intense gaze putting even more strength into what seemed like a polite request, but Cassie obeyed it like it was an order. She would do anything for him.

Still standing in front of her, Toto ripped off his own shirt hastily, not bothering with any of the buttons before running a hand through his hair after discarding it on the floor. Staring at his firm muscles, Cassie couldn't resist the urge to lift her foot to touch him, as if she needed to reassure herself that he was real.

— Like what you see? — he asked softly.

— I do — she replied, as her big toe reached his chest — You look like a god.

Holding Cassie's ankle, Toto smiled.

— A god, huh? — he asked, and Cassie nodded — Which one? Zeus?

She smiled.

— No. Apollo.

Toto kissed the side of her foot affectionately.

— Why?

— Because he was the one who gave the Greek Cassandra her gift — she replied, placing a hand on her own belly — In the same way that you’ve given me a gift.

Releasing her foot, Toto carefully placed himself over Cassie.

— You are my gift, Cassie — he whispered, his nose touching hers gently, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made her heart skip a beat. Placing her hands on Toto's face, she kissed him again, without the previous need and urgency she felt.

That night, he was all hers. As it had been once, so it was again.

Cassie didn't even notice when Toto grabbed a pillow, she only obliged when he asked her to raise her hips. He did his best to make her as comfortable as possible before he began trailing kisses down her neck, down towards her breasts. The pregnancy hormones had not only made them larger, but far more sensitive, which Toto noticed immediately, when Cassie moaned the second he touched his tongue to her nipple.

— Sensitive, my angel? — he asked, looking up at Cassie. She nodded fervently — Okay. I'll be gentle.

The delicacy with which he grazed his teeth and licked her areolas was capable of taking her to ecstasy in itself. There was no rush nor discomfort with the way he lavished attention on her body, one kiss at a time.

It wasn't long before Cassie began to feel the excitement becoming uncomfortable. She needed more, much more than just kisses and nibbles. She needed him. Shifting under Toto's body, it didn't take long for him to raise his face towards her.

— What’s wrong?

— I want to come — she whispered.

Toto smiled.

— And how do you want to come?

— It doesn’t matter — Cassie replied, feeling his hands slide towards her hips — I tried on my own but I couldn't...

— What did you use?

— My hand. And a toy.

— Neither of them worked?

She nodded, and Toto smiled mischievously at her.

— Do you want me to try?

— Please — Cassie whispered.

Without saying a word, Toto repositioned himself over her, spreading her legs wider to have better access to the spot between them. The touches started shy and soft, with kisses and nibbles on Cassie's inner thighs, while his eyes searched hers over the curve of her belly.

However, she couldn't keep them open as Toto began to maneuver his tongue carefully over her labia, his saliva mixing and spreading her natural lubrication. Bringing a hand up to his hair, a sharp moan escaped her lips as she felt him suck on her clit for a few seconds before letting go.

— Who were you thinking about? — he asked, while his thumb drew circles on her most sensitive spot, making her eyes flutter.

— What?

— When you tried to come alone, were you thinking about someone?

— I — Cassie began, trying to form a coherent sentence. But, there was some coherence in that moment, with Toto speeding up the movement of his finger, his eyes staring at her wickedly, watching the way he had her in his hands, exactly like in her fantasies.

— Come on, tell me. Who were you thinking about?

— Toto — she whimpered, something warm rising up the back of her thighs toward her belly, a subtle warning that explosion and relief were just around the corner.

— Maybe that was the problem, my angel — he murmured — Maybe you needed to think about someone. But now, you don’t have to. You can just leave everything to me.

Cassie felt Toto's tongue against her clitoris again, sliding softly over and around it. The movement was provocative, as if this was just a little game for him. Maybe it was, since he seemed very happy at that moment, listening to her loud moans. However, for Cassie, it was like being a few steps away from heaven, her legs shaking after so much effort to get there.

As he settled into a delicious intensity and rhythm, Cassie’s release came like a speeding train.

Cassie felt like she had been shattered into a million pieces. With her spine arched, she felt her abdomen tense, while her legs closed around Toto's head. Unintelligible moans came from her lips, words that had been lost on the way to being said.

In fact, there was nothing to say at that moment. Nothing was enough or adequate enough. And in a way, silence was enough. Well, not raw silence, as Cassie's labored breathing echoed off the walls of the room as her eyes stared up at the ceiling.

— Are you okay? — she heard Toto whisper. Searching his eyes, Cassie nodded. That made him smile — Want more?

— Please — she murmured in response.

Placing a kiss on the side of her knee, Toto got up from the bed and busied himself with unzipping his pants and sliding them down his legs with his underwear, and his underwear down his legs, revealing his erect cock. He sat down next to Cassie, sitting up with his back against her headboard and motioned for her to move toward him. He gently supported her hands as she draped one of her legs over his hips to straddle him.

The sight of him under her body, staring at her with his pupils dilated with desire made Cassie bite her lower lip, a shiver running across her skin. She couldn't even remember the last time someone had looked at her like that, as if they were standing before an altar, worshiping her.

— Can I? — Toto murmured, his hand moving up the inside of her thigh. He teased at Cassie’s entrance with his thumb.

Cassie nodded, raised her hips, aligning her entrance with his cock. He helped her guide the tip in as she gasped a bit from the sensation of the initial stretch. It wasn’t painful, no, but Cassie wasn’t sure what to expect as sensitive as she was. She breathed deeply as she lowered herself slowly, relishing the feeling of him entering inch by inch, sighing with relief when she was fully seated. Closing her eyes, she allowed a moan to escape her lips, as Toto gasped and sighed beneath her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

Having him inside her in that position was something new for Cassie. Toto seemed bigger, almost impossible to accommodate, but at the same time, he fit perfectly, like he was made to be there. It almost felt too good — the stretch, the pressure, the warmth of him, all of her senses primed and piqued for this. She had heard that pregnancy sex was wonderful, but she hadn’t expected it to feel this good.

Lowering her head towards his, Cassie kissed Toto intensely, her hips moving clumsily and experimentally, without any sort of rhythm. She was trying to figure out what felt the best, but all of it did. Toto moaned against her mouth, bringing his hands to her face, holding her firmly as she pulled away slightly for air.

— My angel — he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. His breath was ragged and shaky.

— Yes?

— You feel so good, but… I need more…

Setting her hands on his shoulders, Cassie sat up imperiously, as if she had been given a mission. She moved in a meaningful rhythm that escalated from slow, deep thrusts to a quicker pace as she felt like she was getting closer. She felt Toto's hands moving up her belly towards her breasts, massaging them delicately.

— This is… Cassie — he moaned beneath her, his eyelids fluttering with each movement, with each thrust of her hips — Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop…

Without saying anything, she leaned in again, searching for Toto's lips as if they were the surface and she was looking for air to breathe. She had nothing to say, not when she felt like she was about to explode at any second.

— Yes, yes — she said breathlessly, as she slid her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone, letting her nipples brush against the skin of his bare chest — Fuck, Toto, this…

She felt every muscle in her body start to go taut, and then, a split second later, the world seemed to stop.

The wave that ran through Cassie's body made her let out a broken moan, her muscles trembling and her head lolling back. Her vision went white as every nerve in her body flooded with pleasure. It felt sublime.

However, not even her ecstasy made her stop moving her hips. Much more than amplifying her own sensation of pleasure, Cassie wanted to bring Toto with her. She wanted to feel him release inside her, just like the night they had conceived Ingrid.

And then, he came, moaning loudly as his hands squeezed her ass tightly, while Cassie slowed the pace, feeling a new shiver run through her body as she felt the heat of his pleasure inside her. When she finally stopped, she rested her forehead against his, absorbing the moment in silence.

A few moments later, Toto signaled her to get up from his lap, helping her to lie down on the bed next to him, her head positioned against his chest, listening to his heart slowing down.

— Feeling better? — Toto whispered, running his fingers gently down Cassie’s spine.

— Yes, much. Thank you.

— Of course. Do you need anything?

Cassie shifted, looking up into his eyes.

— I think I need to go to the bathroom, but that’s hardly surprising.

Toto chuckled, shaking his head.

— I was just making sure that you’re satisfied, because if you want more, I’d be happy to help… — he said, placing a hand on her belly and stroking it softly.

The gesture, which at other times was something that brought her security, this time, brought sadness.

She was completely and madly in love with him, and she was sure that was not reciprocated. Sure, they were having a child together, and had just had what was arguably the best sex of Cassie’s life, but all of it was in service of both of their desires, simply filling needs, not because they loved each other. After all, what possible reason could Toto have for falling in love with her, anyway?

— No, I'm fine. We are fine. Thanks.

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Love Bite

(( A little late, but here's a little fic to wrap up spooky season! Tamora catches Felix by surprise after the annual Halloween party. NSFW.

Tagging some pals! @bashfulgnome, @sadboytristan, @sgtcalhouns))

Felix chuckled as he walked by the various fake cobwebs and felt spiders in the hedge maze the Nicelanders had put together, giving it one last lookover to ensure everyone had made it out and gone home.

“Hello—” a deep, sultry voice just about made the handyman jump out of his pixels as he rounded a corner. Before him was a tall figure shadowed by the leafy walls, with two icy blue eyes that appeared to glow as they stared downward. “A little morsel has walked into my trap.”

“Tam–aah!” Felix didn’t have time to recover from his scare as he was engulfed in a red and black cloak. And when Tamora freed him, he found himself sitting atop a bale of hay with her dark silhouette looming over him.

She leaned forward, the moonlight illuminating her pale skin and shimmering in her golden hair. Her red lips curled into a devilish smile that revealed her thirsty fangs. And as she inched closer to her prey, she paused when something prodded her chest.

Felix adjusted his grip on the wooden stake he held between them with a smile of his own.

“A bit dangerous to choose a vampire hunter as your mark,” he said smugly, adorably thinking he had the upper hand.

Tamora let out a chuckle that sent a shiver up his spine and wrapped her red-tipped fingers around his. “Dangerous for who?”

He put up a decent struggle but was no match for her strength as she pinned his wrists against the hay bale. She dipped her head low, grinning at how his lips gravitated toward hers, even as she pulled away.

“I know you hunt for pleasure, not glory…but I can give you both.” Tamora muttered, eliciting a red hue across the handyman’s cheeks. His grip on the wooden stake loosened, letting it slip away from his fingers.

She had him pegged; this was absolutely happening. Felix only hoped no poor sprite would come looking for them as they played this out.

The blonde brought his wrist to her mouth, kissing it tenderly before very lightly introducing one of her fangs. She could feel the handyman’s pulse grow faster beneath her lips and reveled in the desperate look on his face. Leaning forward, she indulged him with a proper kiss.

Butterflies erupted in his chest, and he held her cheek to keep her there for more. Tamora smiled, ending things off with a little nip. Felix gulped as his lady focused elsewhere, trailing her teeth from his ear, past his jaw, and down the soft column of his neck.

“I wonder how you taste…” she uttered against his skin, making the 8-bit tremble.

He shed his faux leather coat and untied the top of his white ruffled shirt. He then pulled the loose collar to one side, baring his shoulder.

Tamora scouted the exposed area with her thumb. “Here?” she confirmed.

“Yes,” Felix’s voice shook with excitement, his body sensitive to every little touch as he anticipated her next move.

Kissing the agreed spot, Tamora held his right hand, intertwining their fingers. Her breath against his skin gave the handyman goosebumps, and he gasped as he felt her teeth slowly sink in.

“Oh, wow…” Those two words and the starry-eyed way Felix would say them never ceased to amuse the sergeant. Almost like he was drunk off the high the sensation gave him.

She increased the pressure, eliciting soft whimpers and bated breaths. The gloved fingers laced with hers tightened, and she held, releasing when the handyman quickly loosened his grip.

Felix let out the breath he’d been holding with a moan, his pleasure only growing as Tamora doted on that same spot after. When he came down from his bliss, Felix lay limp against the hay, as though his lady really had feasted on his blood.

“That good, huh?” Tamora smirked.

“Goodness, yes,” Felix tittered, followed by another bubbling of soft laughter.

“What?”

“We always get up to the strangest, most wonderful things,” he explained, feeling the indents along the meat of his shoulder. “I wouldn’t have it any other way…Thank you for being that person with me.”

“Oh, so it was that good,” Despite her joking tone, the blonde’s eyes sparkled. “Seems you’d like to stab me with something other than a stake.”

“Tammy!” Felix laughed through the shock, his face a cherry red. “Oh, Mods…”

“Let’s see what you’ve got, vampire hunter,” Tamora attempted to pull at his belt with her teeth, but her veneers slipped away from the leather, falling out of her mouth as her head jerked back.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, failing to catch the false fangs before they bounced off the handyman’s lap and onto the lawn below. “Damn it.”

Felix erupted in another fit of laughter. “I love you,” he expressed once he caught his breath.

“Love you too, Fix-It,” Tamora sighed as she came back up after grabbing her fangs off the ground. “I guess that concludes our fun in the maze?”

“Yeah…I’m startin’ to realize we could still be seen by most of the upper floors.” Felix sat up, fixing his shirt. He noticed her soft pout and lifted her chin with his hand.

“Oh, Tammy, you’re still my vampire queen,” he affirmed. And while it was nearly impossible for him to be vulgar, he tried his best. “Let's go home, and I’ll…show you my ‘hunting kit.”’

“Yes sir,” the blonde smiled.

#hero's cuties #wreck it ralph #fix it felix #sergeant calhoun #crafty writes #Halloween #They absolutely are that couple that will have fun with/try just about anything #even if its silly or slightly cringey haha

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girlwithletters · 6 months ago

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I'm empty without you

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x you/ femReader /Minna/ or whoever you want

Warnings: I do not know. Does anyone need a warning?

"My hand, without your hand, like a flower without fragrance.

My lips without your lips are like dawn without dew.

I'm empty without you, like the seas without water.”

Left-right, left-right, left-right. My legs did their work automatically despite my fatigue, which covered my body like an invisible shroud. I could barely keep my eyes open, not even the lights shining in the darkness of the street made it easier. It was three o'clock in the morning, and besides me, a few lonely passers-by were hurrying home or wherever they had to go. The weather wasn't in my favor either, I couldn't even see my nose in the thick fog. As if I were blind, I tripped over a piece of concrete.

And which was the peak of peaks... Valentine's Day was getting closer, and at my workplace, in a cafe, more and more couples in love appeared wanting to cuddle. I didn't hate this day, I just had bad memories of it. I don't like it, huh! My cell phone rang in the depths of my bag, and I stopped right where I was, digging into my bag up to my elbows. I completely forgot about research, I didn't hear the roar of the fast approaching engine. It appeared practically out of nowhere, and the wind caused by the two-wheeler blew me away. I found myself on the hard asphalt, my head hit hard, the contents of my bag scattered in all directions of the world.

The worried face of the tall figure cast a spell before me. Maybe from the world of fairy tales? The dark prince on the machine horse.

- My God! Are you okay? - he knelt down to me. His deep voice even made me swoon, it hit me like a lightning strike, just like his touch. The furrows of his fingertips burned tortuous labyrinths into my skin through my clothes, his brown eyes darkening even more with worry. My God! That face is too familiar! My stomach clenched like a ball, and my heart jumped up and down alternately.

- Yes, thank you - I would have gotten up, but he didn't go alone. He reached under my arm, supported my back and willingly helped. His touch burned, and I expected my clothes to end up like ashes next to my shoes. Just like long ago, maybe back in the Stone Age, on those wonderful nights in Madrid. He was JB, i.e. Jude Bellingham, a football player of the Real Madrid football team. But I didn't want to think about the feelings of that time, so I escaped from the biker's arms. I made a hasty decision, I felt dizzy. I would have fallen backwards, but he caught me and pulled me to his chest. Our faces were millimeters apart, I could feel his hot breath on my cheek. He didn't remain indifferent to my proximity either, his dilated pupils and increased breathing showed it. I suddenly pushed him away, but pain shot through my elbow. I caught it, my palm touched a bloody wound.

- Minna! You're hurt! - the cry burst from Jude's throat.

- It's nothing, it just needs a patch - I shrugged, but then I hissed, my sensitive joints indicated the problem.

- It's nothing! - he disparaged, his forehead covered in a sea of wrinkles, while he stroked my side looking for painful areas. The fog couldn't hide the redness of my face, and he noticed it too. - You are still beautiful! - his mouth stretched into a smile, his gaze fixed on my lips. Will you kiss me? My eyes closed involuntarily. The silent spell between us was broken by a screeching brake.

- Is something wrong? - an unknown man ran up to us.

- Nothing happened, I just tripped and fell - I tried to reassure him. I bent down for my scattered things, tried to avoid sudden movements.

- He should be seen by a doctor - Jude's worried voice made me look at him more carefully. Nothing has changed. He towered almost a head and a half above me, his long legs covered in jeans and his broad shoulders in a leather jacket. For a moment, our eyes merged again, we even forgot about the people standing next to us.

- No need, no problem! - I protested.

- Then let me bandage your wounds - Like before, I couldn't resist his request, no matter what it was. - Come! - And I willingly followed him to his motorcycle, then looked in amazement at the other crash helmet conjured up from somewhere. - I always have one more, just in case…

I hugged his waist and sat on the motorcycle behind him. A thousand thoughts were swirling in my head, so I didn't even look where we were going. We stopped at a house closed off from the outside world and prying eyes by a high fence, the electric gate slammed shut behind us. Jude greeted the security man who suddenly appeared with just a nod, then pressed the lock key into his hand.

- Whose house is this?- I turned to him.

- Mine. I bought it back then... - When we were still together, I added in my mind. Would this palace have been there for 2 years? - But... Why didn't you sell it? - Silently, without answering, he went through the door, I hastily followed him. He sat me down in what looked like a living room. I looked around curiously until he came back with the first aid kit.

- It will sting a little - Jude broke the silence as he approached my elbow with the antiseptic cotton. A bit? I'm going to scrape the wall! Biting my bottom lip hard, I tried to stifle my hiss. Failed. - I'm sorry.

- It didn't hurt at all - The waves of his laughter bounced off the walls, my sensitive ears greeted him as familiar. A pleasant shiver ran through me. - Please, Jude! Do not do it!

- What? - Those wonderful brown eyes widened in a moment of wonder, then narrowed to slyness in recognition. The vibrations coming from him and his touch made the muscles of my body twitch in wailing. The pounding of my heart in my chest shifted into a higher gear. - My Dear! Just give me one, one kiss! - he sighed into my mouth, sucking the air and my remaining energy from him. - Just one - That's all i want, just one. Nothing else.

I, too, could never count well.

When he kissed me, everything stopped. Involuntarily, I wrapped my arms around his neck, helplessly succumbing to the attacks of his lips.

- Jude, let's stop it! - I gasped for air. - This is not allowed, it is not right.

- Why? - he clung to me again, his hand on my back, then he grabbed my bottom and pulled me to him, his erection giving bright evidence of how much he wanted. His mouth was already on the hunt for my neck, burning a glistening trail of saliva into my skin. - Mine! You're mine! - he bit my shoulder, marking me with his teeth. By tomorrow, my skin will surely heal. - Only mine!

- Don't! - I moaned one last time, protesting a little.

As much as I had decided earlier that I would not give in, I must admit that I collapsed at the touch of him.

I clung to him tightly, wrapping my legs around his waist without thinking.

In the next moment, already in the semi-darkness of the bedroom, I felt the soft material of the blanket on my naked back, the possessive grip of his fingers on my hips, his satisfied growl in my ear.

- I missed you! - I heard his choked, wheezing voice later. - Every night I dreamed that you were lying next to me. Then, startled, I looked around and you were nowhere to be found. I'm empty without you.

- I love you, honey! - I leaned over him, he pulled me down by the back of my head.

( just the usual : english is not my first language )

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham fanfic #jude x reader #fanfic #I'm empty without you

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crush3dmary · 3 months ago

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I wasn't going to post about this because it felt too vulnerable, but I think that might be what I need right now. 8 years ago today I attempted suicide and came the closest I've ever come to succeeding. These are my reflections on 8 years.

On September 27th, 2016, I took a month and a half of lithium and came the closest I’ve ever been to succeeding at killing myself. At the time, I saw it as just another failure to add to my ever-increasing list of them. Now, I don’t know what I think, but I’ve learned things since that have not brought me peace.

At the time, I had been suicidal for weeks, and I had a detailed plan for how I’d finally do it. I struggled through shift after shift at my shitty, dead-end retail job where I faked a smile, wondering if anyone could tell that beneath the exterior, all I wanted was to die. But we need to take it back further than that for anyone to really understand. This is the most vulnerable I will ever let myself be.

I am a psychiatric survivor, and I am also a victim of severe abuse, primarily sexual. I choose to think of myself as a victim rather than a survivor because since the age of 14 I’ve felt like a shell of a person in ways I don’t feel regarding my medical trauma. My internal scarring is so severe my ob/gyn says I will likely never have children, and I have damage to my parietal lobe from having multiple concussions in the same area of the brain. When I finally disclosed to a psychiatrist what I had been through, she told me it was one of the most severe cases of abuse she’d ever seen. That is all I will disclose of my experiences until my abuser has left this earth.

I have been diagnosed with everything you can think of at one point or another. My medical records practically recite the DSM-V. Right now, my diagnoses are bipolar-type schizoaffective disorder, borderline personality disorder, and obsessive-compulsive disorder, but I don’t care what label you want to put on it, because at the end of day, I am a product of my experiences.

I grew up as the oldest of three (now four, as I have a baby half-brother now). Growing up, I didn’t understand how my two younger sisters could handle their emotions, but I couldn’t. Every single thing I felt, felt like it would drown me. I experience all my emotions as physical sensations that I can feel throughout my entire body, and it manifests as literal chronic pain. My entire childhood, it was “stop crying”, “nobody else is upset about this”, “I don’t understand what the problem is”, but that’s the theory behind borderline, isn’t it? Borderline personality disorder is what happens when you take a sensitive child with big emotions and consistently invalidate them over and over again. As such, they never learn how to deal with their strong emotions and they turn inwards on themselves. That is exactly what happened to me.

My emotions cause me literal pain. It hurts every day. When my BPD gets triggered, it feels like my veins are on fire beneath my skin, like someone is trying to claw their way under my ribs, like there’s something inside of me that feels so horrible I just want to die. I am a lifetime self harmer, because it’s the only way I am able to bring myself down in those moments - to take the emotional pain inside of me and make it physical the only way I can. I’ve accepted by now that I will never stop.

The first time I had an intrusive thought about suicide, I remember being 11 years old. It has not stopped since. That’s where the suicide-type OCD comes in - I live every day with graphic intrusive thoughts about all the ways I should kill myself. This happens even on the best days of my life, it’s there, waiting to taunt me, to tell me that I should just die and here’s how I should do it. I have thought about suicide every single day for almost 20 years. The first time I made a plan was at 11, and my first attempt was at 14. I am chronically suicidal.

The first time I died was in 2016. That September, I was so overwhelmed with all the things that had happened to me and everything I’ve spent almost my entire life having to live with that I made a plan. I thought I would never get better. On September 26th, I went to the psychiatric emergency department at St Joseph’s in Hamilton and told them I had a plan to kill myself, and that if they sent me home, I would act on it. They did not take me seriously, because why would anyone trust another manipulative, hysterical borderline? Dr. Janet Alice Patterson, who I still partially blame, told me to make an appointment with a psychiatrist, gave me a very strong dose of a sedative, and sent me home.

When I got home, I took all the lithium I had and called 911 so that the paramedics would find my body instead of my family. I spent four days hooked up to machines, and as far as I’m aware my heart actually did stop briefly, but it’s not like I can remember most of those four days I spent in the ICU. What I do remember was waking up not knowing where I was, not even being sure if I was alive or if this was hell, because there’s no way I’d be going to the other place. Around me was a doctor and a gaggle of residents who weren’t much older than me, all looking at me like I was an animal. The doctor asked me a few questions to determine whether I was still at risk to myself, and then she turned around and talked to the residents about my medical history as if I wasn’t even in the room. I could hardly respond after having a tube down my throat. This was the lowest moment of my life, and I was a case study to them.

After that I did trauma therapy, three rounds of DBT, and CPT. I tried medication after medication, and I improved my situation. I went on to get a degree in social work and finished with a 90% average. My former diagnosis of PTSD was rescinded. I was considered “recovered”. Do you know what I learned from all of that?

I learned that no, actually, it doesn’t get better. I thought if I did all the right things my chronic emotional pain would go away, the daily (sometimes hourly, sometimes half-hourly) intrusive thoughts about killing myself would stop. I thought if I did what all the doctors told me, I’d “get better”. And I did. But I don’t like what “better” ended up looking like.

Sure, my situation improved. In fact, I pretty much have my dream life, in some ways. I have a fulfilling career and my dream job, I have a wife who loves me, I have a cat who sleeps at the foot of my bed, I have a fancy piece of paper I can put on my wall to show I graduated from college with distinction. I should be happy, but I’m not. It still hurts every day. My emotions still overwhelm me to the point of physical pain, and I still think about suicide multiple times a day. You just learn to live with it.

And that’s the worst part. Expecting all of it to go away if you do what the doctors tell you to and you make all the right choices on your own, only to realize that when you’re royally fucked, this is just what life is going to be like. And you have to keep choosing life over and over again. You have to find reasons to keep going, even when it hurts so much you think the chronic emotional pain will kill you before you can do it with your own hands.

I’ve only ever met one person who’s understood what this is like. The only other person I’ve met who also had suicide-type OCD and BPD was my roommate when I was moved up to psychiatry in the hospital that day. Me and O fell in love very quickly, and we spent the next two years in a whirlwind of whatever you could even call our relationship until the day she killed herself. The only other person who knew what this was like - for your emotions to swallow you whole and be chronically suicidal every day of your goddamn life - and she killed herself because it hurt too much. From the day she died in 2018, I have never felt more alone.

I have been considered “in remission” since 2019. I’m one of the ones who “got better”. I don’t feel “better”, because it doesn’t get better. Your situation improves, sure, but you spend your whole life fighting that thing in your head that says you don’t deserve to be here anymore. And that’s what they don’t tell you. All the stories about recovery make it sound like it’s some hurdle you overcome. No, that hurdle never goes away. You keep fighting it until you can’t anymore.

I wish my reflection on eight years could be more positive than this, but here we are. It doesn’t get better. Sorry to be the one to say it.

#don't read this if you're in a bad place #i didn't struggle with this anniversary this much last year but. here we are.

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