#I'M SCREAMING I'M SOBBING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[deliceta]

— lust after 𝒽ours.

warnings!( prof×student, degradation, squirting, knotting, pussy slapping hehe (ᵕ—ᴗ—), pure filth. )

grinding your plump ass down on your professor's clothed cock, little whines jumping out of your throat. sunghoon’s chest to your back, sunghoon moans in your ear, snaking a hand underneath your shirt as the other slips up your skirt.

"no panties hm?"

you bit your lip, leaning back into sunghoon as your hips don't stop, spilling sweet slick onto your professor’s pants.

"you're such a slut, walking about with no panties. you want to let everyone see your little pussy and clit, don't you?"

your thighs shift together at the sweet degradation, nipples now poking out of your shirt from arousal.

"now you're pathetically grinding on your professor... anyone could walk in, you know? but you would like that, whore."

sunghoon fondles your little clit, making it practically disappear in his huge hands. you choked on a moan, squirming in lap.

"i love it, i love being a slut for you professor - hnng!" you moan, as your clit gets fondled so roughly.

sunghoon bites your ear as he grabs a handful of one of your big tits, rolling it in his hand. you let out a loud moan, gasping in pleasure. your tits are extra sensitive.

"of course you do, you would just bend over for any man, wouldn't you? you don't even care if it's your professor," sunghoon’s deep voice whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

"n-no, i only wanted you, professor ," you reply softly.

sunghoon stops all movement, leaving you in his lap.

suddenly you’re spun around in your professor's lap.

you stare up at your professor, pussy still throbbing in arousal. the professor’s face is unreadable but serious, making you tremble in his lap.

you let out a surprised moan once a finger is shoved into your needy pussy, gripping onto sunghoon’s dress shirt.

"do you even know what you're saying, y/!?" sunghoon growls, thrusting his finger into your slick filled cunt. he barely gives you time to adjust, shoving in another thick finger.

"a-ah- w-wait-!" you helplessly moan, your professor shaking up your pretty cunt. sunghoon yanks your shirt up and your plump tits bounce out, making you blush.

"p-professor," you moan as sunghoon takes a nipple into his hot mouth, licking up the sweet bud. sunghoon fingers don't stop, curling them up.

"a-ah!" you yelp as your body jolts up, sunghoon’s thick fingers grinding against your walls. "i-it's too much hnng!"

sunghoon was all talkative before, now he's focused on ruining the sweet little girl on his lap. he fondles another tit with his free hand, roughly pinching your nipple.

"p-professor, s-stop i'm gonna cum!"

sunghoon doesn't pay much heed to your warning, instead latching his mouth on your other nipple, sucking and rolling it in his mouth.

sunghoon slips in a third finger, thrusting his fingers up and down to shake up your pussy. you scream, he’s hitting your spot at such a fast pace.

"s-stop, professor , s-stop! i can't-!" you desperately moan but you don’t make your professor halt. sunghoon only goes harder, thick fingers working magic in your cunt.

a few more rough shakes and teeth grazing your nipple is all it takes for you to lose it.

you moan, cumming all over your pretty skirt, arching your body in pleasure, almost falling over if it weren't for the professor’s free arm supporting your back. you cry out, tears spilling onto your cheeks, cumming harder than you ever had by yourself.

but what shocks the both of you is the rush of thin slick all over the professor’s hand.

you squirt, screaming through the pleasure, even dirtying the sunghoon’s pants beneath you. you can't stop, moaning and sobbing through it. sunghoon pulls away from your chest in amazement. you’re trembling in your professor's grip and sunghoon can clearly feel your thighs shaking.

you finally manage to stop squirting, going boneless and limp in the professor’s arms.

sunghoon groans at the sight, slipping his fingers out with a wet /squelch/ that you didn’t have the mind to be embarrassed about.

you’re panting hard, chest rapidly rising and falling. you’re drooling, eyes glazed over; so fucked out.

"you are so fucking hot, y/n." sunghoon said while kissing you, leaving you all breathless, barely able to kiss back.

"hnng," is all you can manage, trying to kiss back, weakly gripping onto your professor's shirt.

sunghoon rolls his hips forward and the you moan wantonly, feeling the hard clothed bulge rub against your exposed pussy. your wet pussy twitches, spilling slick all over the bulge.

you grind down on your professor's cock again, making the both of you moan into each other's mouths. you pull away, resting your forehead against your professor’s as you try to catch your breath.

"p-professor," you softly call out and the proffered hums. "p-please… fuck me."

the older curses under his breath in arousal and you clearly feel his cock twitch underneath you. you giggle before grinding down on it once more.

"make me squirt again, professor."

you gasp as the professor suddenly picks you up and pushes you onto the desk. the professor presses your thighs against your chest, causing your skirt to flip and expose your wet, ruined pussy. you blush at the cool air on your pussy as well as your professor staring at your stretched pussy so closely.

"you want my cock so bad huh?" sunghoon questions as he slaps your swollen pussy. you gasp in surprise, jolting with the harsh slap.

"oh? you like this, don't you?" he lifts his hand to show you the slick all over it. "one slap and you're leaking all over my hand."

sunghoon rains another slap, and you cry out, pussy pulsating at the sweet pain. you whine and wiggle your ass.

"please your cock hng ah!" another slap onto your pussy sends you arching and squirming.

“patience,slut”

you whimper, taking slap after slap on your pussy, soon leaking all over your professor's hand and drooling at the numb pleasure.

sunghoon unexpectedly slaps your little clit and you scream before squirting all over the table.

you cry, tears running down your cheeks as you’re squirting uncontrollably from your gaping pussy, thighs trembling through it. you’re arching on the table, toes curling at the intense pleasure as the professor strokes your thigh through it.

you soon come down, panting heavily as you tremble underneath your professor's grip.

"hnng," you whine, completely blissed out and unfocused. you reach out blindly, whimpering, "p-professor."

the older man is instantly holding your hand, using his other hand to brush your hair out of your face.

"you did so well, baby," sunghoon praises, giving you a quick kiss. "here's your reward."

you hear the professor taking off his belt before you feel him raw, hard cock grinding against your slick pussy. one grind and his cock is practically coated with slick. you whine, wanting the cock you’ve been yearning for so long.

your jaw goes slack with a debauched moan as he finally slides in.

inch after inch disappearing into your swollen rim, making the both of you groan heavily.

you swear you’ve never been more stuffed full in your life, the professor’s cock is so fat, so long.

despite you being fingered and worked open, your slick pussy still clamps down hard onto sunghoon’s cock. you curse loudly as he pushes to the hilt, until his balls hit your cheeks. you feel the zipper of the professor’s pants run against your skin, blushing as you realize you’re all exposed as your professor is all clothed and professional.

sunghoon sits balls deep as he tries to learn how to breathe again with how tight and wet the girl in front of him is. and you can't wrap your head around how fucking /huge/ your professor is, panting hard and feeling so full.

“y-you’re so big, professor hng stretches out my pussy so wide,” you say, feeling the fat cock twitch in your pussy and you’re half delirious already.

after a minute, the professor does a small grind into your pussy and that alone sends you arching up, pussy twitching around the thick cock.

"hng wait i'm still- ah, sensitive," you beg, trembling already. the professor bites back a groan, the sweet pussy so snug around his cock.

sunghoon cannot hold back anymore, drawing his hips back before slamming it in balls deep once again. you choke on a moan, spent pussy spurting cum all over your inner thighs.

"p-professor w-wait…!" you desperately moan, unable to stop sunghoon’s hips from using your pussy.

"what? thought you wanted my cock," sunghoon teases, angling his hips to try to find the your sweet spot. you jolt, jaw dropping in an intense silent scream as a feeling of euphoria washes over you and the professor smirks, knowing he hit the spot dead on.

your pussy is all red and swollen, oozing with loads of cum even after cumming twice already. it cutely bobs with each thrust of sunghoon’s monster cock, making the older chuckle.

"it's so cute.." sunghoon comments, flicking your small clit, making you gasp and sob. "so useless… you're just a little slut that is made to be fucked anyways, it's no wonder."

"o-only want- hng! professor's cock," you manage to get out through your tears and moans, delicate hand shooting out to place it on top of the alpha's big one holding your thigh.

the professor goes silent.

before he pulls out all the way and /slams/ back in.

you immediately cry out, head thrown back as the entrance of your womb is hit by the tip of the professor’s cock.

"I hope you know-" sunghoon pulls back slowly and then harshly slams back in, causing you to brokenly cry out, thighs trembling. "what this means," he finishes.

you moan, feeling the beginning of the professor’s growing knot against your swollen rim, wiggling your hips down to try and get it deeper. you clench down hard, as if you were trying to suck in the professor’s cock and knot. sunghoon throws his head back at the incredibly tight pussy wrapped around his cock, staining it all over with sticky precum.

"p-please… knot me professor."

and that's all it takes for him to grunt and shove his half knot into your pussy.

you scream, cumming all over yourself as you feel him entering your fertile womb. he moans at you clenching down with his orgasm, knot inflating to the max, plugging up your sweet pussy.

you cry at the stretch, trembling violently as you squirts all over the cock. however, it's all plugged up by the professor's cock, making you feel so full.

sunghoon’s face scrunches up in pleasure, and spurts loads of thick semen straight into the your womb, unable to hold back any longer.

he curses and throws his head back, hips grinding to ride out his release. you squeal, own little spent pussy squirting a bit more cum at the fat knot rubbing /right/ against your sweet spot.

the tight womb pulsates around sunghoon’s cock, causing you to moan once again, milking out a few more spurts of potent professor’s semen.

the two of you are soon able to finally stop cumming, and the professor drops down, resting his forehead onto yours. you both take a moment to catch your breaths, panting heavily and all sweaty.

you’re the first one to move, arm coming up to the back of sunghoon’s neck to pull him down for a light kiss. sunghoon kisses you back before pulling away to plant kisses on your nose, cheeks, and forehead.

you softly giggle, so happy to be in the arms of your professor.

"let's get you into a more comfortable position, hm?" he says and you nod before wrapping your arms around sunghoon’s broad shoulders.

he lifts you up and sits back into the chair so you’re sitting in his lap, still stuck on his knot.

you pull cuddles into sunghoon’s neck, sniffing his manly scent, making the older man smile softly, holding you close.

"y/n," he calls and the you hum in acknowledgement. "I don't know what this all means."

you pull back to face the taller man as you feel a pair of hands circle your waist, eyebrows furrowing in worry.

"but it doesn't mean I don't want to try, that's not what I meant ." he is quick to chastise, making you visibly relax in his arms. "I meant let's take this slow and not rush into things hm?"

"okay, let's do that," you smile, leaning forward to give sunghoon a quick kiss before snuggling back into his shoulder.

you both relax and chat lightly, cuddling with each other as the professor’s knot slowly goes down. once it deflates enough, you stutters, face flushing red.

"is something wrong?" sunghoon worriedly cups your red cheeks.

"it's just- uhm your cum…"

"my what?"

"your cum is leaking out professor…"

"oh…"

"hng how do I get up then?"

sunghoon suddenly gets an idea, smirking and you tilt your head in confusion.

"what?"

he doesn’t answer, carefully laying you onto the desk again before pulling out. you blush at the dirty squelch your pussy made, so fucked out with cum and slick.

he squats down and licks up all the cum from your ruined cunt and you immediately close your legs around the professor's head, whimpering. you weakly moans as the professor cleans up your leaking pussy.

the professor stands up, tipping your chin slightly up.

"open."

you obey and the professor opens your mouth and sticks his tongue, letting his own semen drip into your mouth.

you moan, collecting all the semen into your mouth eagerly, as if you were grateful for the gift. sunghoon finishes, holding your rosy cheeks with one hand to look at your mouth all full with his semen. he proudly smirks at the sight.

"swallow."

you obey again, gulping down all the cum in mouth. you open your mouth and stick your tongue out to show you drank it all down.

"good girl," he praises, petting your hair.

he grabs some tissues and wet wipes to clean the both of you as best as he can, as well the desk.

"ah this should do for now," he says as throws away the wipes and you shyly nods, feeling so vulnerable but safe.

sunghoon then pulls down your shirt to dress you before he reaches over to get an extra long sleeved shirt he keeps near his desk. sunghoon dresses you in it to make sure you’re warm and covered. he quickly tucks himself back into his pants and zips it up.

"cmon, i'll take you to my place." he reaches out to take your delicate hand. "don't worry, we'll just shower and sleep okay? I don't want to leave you alone..."

you nod with a smile before hopping off the desk, your skirt flowing down at the same time. you wobble, latching onto your professor for support.

you both laugh and the professor soon ends up carrying you on his back to the car. you’re lucky this is a time where not many staff or students are around.

he gently places you into the passenger seat before getting into the other side. the professor smiles, noticing how small you look in your seat.

the professor starts driving with some soft music on the late night radio as you’re staring out the window aimlessly. you suddenly feels a big hand on your bare thigh, making you turn your head.

sunghoon is focusing on driving but there's a smile clear on his face, making you smile too, warmth spreading through your chest.

[thranduel]

"but they deserve happiness. we all do. and i will forever be grateful to have found it with you."

[stealthywing]

CRYING (x)

📸: Tiina Pirilä

[icewindandboringhorror]

examining a seemingly normal image only to slowly realize the clear signs of AI generated art.... i know what you are... you cannot hide your true nature from me... go back where you came from... out of my sight with haste, wretched and vile husk

[spaceratprodigy]

messy sketch but. them. :)

@hibernationsuit — 💕💖💕💖🥺💖💕💖💕

HELLOOO??? I AM SQUEALING!! LOOK AT THEM!!!! I am on the floor sobbing rn hello my friend I love you with my whole heart!!!!!!!!

[dragon-seahorse]

OH I REALLY MISS MY WIFE NOW

[fallingbyjuleecruise]

i think most art that tries to critique christianity, and specifically american charismatic christianity, is shallow and honestly corny unless it comes from someone who has experience w that institution

[thaiteatties]

I just started reading Babel (by R.F. Kuang) and just. The emotional damage and hurt I am getting is honestly insane. I’m only on chapter 8, and I adore Robin and the rest of the gang. I’m not at all sobbing at the “two hearts” comparison. 

[lilmaemae]

obsessed with bssnoe's fanfics on ao3,, i have yet to sit down and write a proper comment because i'm afraid i'll embarrass myself with the amount of screaming hHEHEHDHSHSJJ IT'S JUST THE WAY THEY CHARACTERISE PHAYURAIN SO PERFECTLY AND HOW THEYRE SO FUCKING SWEET AAAAAAAA (this is exactly why i need to draft a proper comment-)

anyways if you've been sold by this glowing review here is my favourite fic from them: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48695062?view_adult=true

[soulminyg]

C: @aliceoseman

[theseancekid]

@foreverlasted sent: Klaus is going to wake to a nice little pile of gifts on his birthday this year, from books to a jar of the home-made cocoa that Aziraphale gives him every time they meet. There's another gift, though, and that's a little note. This note grants Klaus Hargreeves one ( 1 ) miracle. Choose wisely, dear boy.

Klaus blinks once, twice, three times at the little pile of gifts sitting neatly atop his otherwise cluttered desk. Nope, definitely not a hallucination. Not a souvenir from his last bender, either— too pristine for that. And everything has a fuzzy sort of energy around it; nothing bad, not like with Ben, but sort of warm and tingly, like how he feels when he goes into—

"Oh," he says out loud as the realization clicks. Aziraphale.

He pops the lid of the jar, dips his finger into the powder and holds it to his nostril for a sniff, and— yeah, no, that's definitely hot chocolate. He knew that, of course.

The note is a surprise, however, and a damn big one at that. He's seen some pretty weird shit around his friend the angel, but even then, the notion of miracles still seems laughable to him. Good things don't just HAPPEN to people! And who gets to decide who is and isn't worthy of a miracle in the first place, hmm?

"Hey, angel!" He shouts at the completely empty room— he's still not sure how the whole summoning thing works. Does he actually have to get on his knees and pray, or can he just...think really hard about it? He opts for the latter. Kneeling isn't really his thing anymore, at the ripe old age of 34.

"I got a couple'a questions for ya! Is this, like, a genie situation? Do you have to, like, clear it with upper management, or is this just between us? How do you feel about bringing back the dead?"

[starstaiined]

tatum is nine when they read the story of abraham and isaac during bible class. it is the first story that consumes her attention completely. the idea of believing in something so devoutly you could sacrifice what—who—you loved most without question scares her a little.

could she ever do the same?

the question sits heavy in tatum's mind for nearly a week: it plagues every waking moment and seeps into her sleep, twisting dreams to nightmares.

well, that isn't entirely true.

it isn't the question that haunts her. it's the answer.

tatum knows what the answer should be. she knows what good little church going girls should say. she knows what answer her mother would expect of her. she knows what answer the golden cross hanging around her neck should signify.

if god himself demanded the life of the person she loved the most, could she deliver the way abraham had?

the answer should be yes. undoubtedly. without fail. if the lord asked it of her there had to be a reason, and she should fall into line. the answer should be yes.

but it isn't.

because there is no world in which tatum could imagine giving up sidney prescott in any way, shape, or form.

not for a guaranteed place in heaven. not for god himself. not for the world. hell, not for the universe. because a universe without sidney prescott wouldn't be worth saving.

she wonders if that makes her a bad person.

she decides she doesn't particularly care.

on the sixth day of wrestling with the question and the answer, tatum sits up in bed. her hand clasp around the small golden cross glittering on the nightstand, and she bows her head.

"you can have anything else." her voice wobbles as she mutters to empty air, eyes squeezed shut in prayer. "you can have anything else, but you can't have her. not now. not ever. okay? i ... i mean it. do you hear me? if it comes down to a choice between you ... between you and her ... i'll choose her everytime." she swallows thickly, her little heart crashing against her ribcage violently. she thinks if her mother could hear her talking like this, she might have an aneurysm. "if you want her, you have to take me first, okay? please? because ... cause i don't think i could do any of this without her."

she sits in the quiet following that admission, the kind of vulnerability that makes her hands shake and her breathing stutter and her heart stall: sits as the air around her becomes palpable and tears well up in her eyes and it feels so unbearbly stifling in the small room.

she runs her thumb up and down the cross before setting it down on her nightstand. she picks up the stuffed bunny sidney got her for her last birthday—thinks of shy smiles and warm brown eyes that feel like the closest thing to peace tatum has ever seen—and her runaway heart slows.

she knows she made the right choice.

[ahazysoundofsilence]

FINALLY!!!!! I'M SO HAPPY THEY'RE ON SPEAKING TERMS AGAIN THIS IS THE BEST EARLY BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER. For me and Art lol. This is making my morning rn KFDJHGDKJDLDLDFJFJ

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[silverselfshippingchaos]

the way she looks at him here... goodness...

[baby-yongbok]

✧ 5 Minutes - Bang Chan Soft Thought

⤷ Content warning - Themes of pregnancy ⤷ WC - 0.7k ✧ Masterlist ✧

 "What does it say?" 

"Chan, it's only been two minutes." You huff, smiling over towards your wide eyed boyfriend on your computer screen. 

"How long does it take again?" You chuckle, picking up the box to the pregnancy test and holding it up to the Webcam. "Five minutes, see. Five sets of sixty seconds."

The boba eyed boy whines, slumping into the hotel chair. "That's too long. I need to know now."

"Patience, Channie." You lean in, getting closer to the camera with your chin resting on crossed arms. "Are you nervous?"

"Of course." His voice is soft as he stares up at the ceiling. "But I want this."

"You want a baby?" You shift your tone to match his, soft and gentle. 

"I want a family with you." His eyes find yours through the lens. "It's been on my mind for a while."

"Why haven't you said anything?" He leans in, sparkling eyes looking into yours from miles away. 

"Didn't wanna seem like I was rushing things. I didn't want you to feel... I don't know, just, didn't want there to be any pressure." You smile at him, blinking away the tears that threaten to fall as the timer counts down the final seconds. "But I want this so badly. I only want it with you."

Just as you're about to respond the timer beeps and Chan jolts straight up in his chair. "It's done?"

"It's done." You smile, sitting up and picking up the test without revealing the result. "I want this with you too, Chan. I can't imagine any of this with anyone else." 

His eyes soften and you can make out a faint glimmer at his waterline. 

"Do you think I'll be a good dad?" You nod, a tear escaping and sliding down your reddening cheek. "I do."

His tears betray him seconds after yours did, following the same path down his cheek. "You'll be an amazing mom." He whispers and you nod, fighting back the sobs that burns at the back of your throat. 

"Ready?" He hums, sitting up and leaning in towards the camera. 

"One." He joins in, counting with you. "Two, three." You turn the test over, observing it carefully with wide eyes before turning it towards the camera. 

It would be silent if it weren't for your sobbing. Chan follows suit, bursting into a fit of waterworks seconds after you. 

"We're gonna be parents." You mumble, sitting the test down and covering your mouth with both hands. Chan stands from his spot. Walking away for just a second, leaving you by yourself. 

"We're gonna be parents." He practically screams, not caring one bit about the possible noise complaint. He picks up his phone, coming back into view swiftly. "I'm coming home. I'm coming home tomorrow and I'm going to hug you both."

You're smiling behind your hands. Tearfully chuckling as Chan smiles at you. "I'm going home to my family tomorrow." 

You're sobbing again, speechless as you watch him. "I love you, okay? I love you so fucking much." He runs his hand through his hair, revealing his red ears to match his even redder cheeks. 

"I love you too." You manage to speak through the sobs. You steal a glance down at the test and a wave hits you again. You've never really felt an emotion like this. It's unrecognizable yet welcome. 

"Can I tell the boys? Can we go tell them?" You nod, mumbling a small ‘of course’ before Chan is rushing off to another room where the rest of the boys seem to be gathered. 

"Woah, hyung, are you okay?" You recognize Felix's voice as Chan bursts through the door. "What's going on?" Minho follows. 

"Show them, baby." Chan turns the phone towards the boys and they all look towards you with fresh confusion plastered on every feature until you hold up the test. "We're gonna be parents." 

"You're gonna- WAH!" Changbin is the first to break into hysterics before the others follow. You can't help but laugh loud and hard at the mess that's unfolding on the screen. They're tackling Chan, coming from left and right to hug him and congratulate him as your boyfriend sobs in their hold. 

You hug yourself, filled with joy as you watch them. Chan is surrounded by his family while you hold the newest addition with you. 

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[pseudowho]

"Good girl-- good girl, that's it! Listen to your body."

A bag full of snacks, and books, and massage oils, all woefully surplus to requirements, flung to the side of the room. The dappled reflection of under-lit water on the dark ceiling. A stack of warm towels. A tiny woollen hat. A little trolley of equipment; a calm attendant wearing smiles and blue.

Kento, knelt at the edge of the pool, his shirtsleeves soaked to the shoulder. One thick arm looped around your neck and chest as if he meant to throttle you, when really, he just needed to be held. Or, did you need to be held? The paired clinging comfort to be found in the gloom of fear, was not mutually exclusive, it seemed.

"Amazing work...you're doing so well, sweetheart...just going to listen to the baby's heart..."

Your heart and Kento's pounded in tandem, almost as fast as the little pwssh-pwssh-pwssh-pwssh of your baby's heart, tinny on the Doppler, as the midwife's hand swished through the water. Kento whispered to you, his cheek clasped to your temple, sweatslick hair sticking you together.

"Our baby-- that's our baby-- god I love you, I love you so much, I'm so sorry, I wish I could do this for you--"

You gasped, splashing legs clamouring for resistance against the edge of the pool, writhing back against Kento. Kento's face crumpled, his teeth gritting so hard against your agony, they crunched.

You bellowed, another contraction roaring through you like wildfire, and you gripped Kento's arm. Your scream became a roar as you pushed, absurdly, overwhelmingly dragged from your body by a brutal force of nature. You barely heard Kento's hushed rumble, through the haze of blinding pain.

"...can do it, you can do it, you're so strong-- not long now-- nearly here, they're nearly here, our baby--"

You gasped again, seeing stars for a moment, surely being cleaved in half and you panicked, crying out and digging your nails in. Kento didn't care, surely deserving this, certain your nails didn't sting as much as the stretch you felt stung. You babbled at Kento and the midwife, pleading, bargaining.

"I can't do it anymore-- please don't make me, please please--"

"You're doing it, sweetheart. The biggest part of the head is coming with the next push-- with the next one, just listen to me, and breathe. No pushing. Just little breaths."

You looked up at Kento, your eyes feverish with the love that ripped you asunder. Kento nodded, trusting you, trying to hide the fear and miserable male helplessness and uselessness that threatened to fill him with violence, if he did not cling so desperately to being gentle instead.

Kento felt you tense; another pain peaking as you shook your head, sobbing so briefly, only to be replaced by gritted resolution. Kento saw the fire in your eyes as you began to roar, and thought his heart may break with the weight of his adoration.

Kento grasped you close, your fingers plaited together. He whispered to you as you trembled, fighting against nature as your body pushed for you.

"...that's it-- that's it-- just breathe, little breaths, little breaths-- I know it stings, good girl, good girl-- and the head's out!"

Kento's heart stopped, to see the crest of a little head, its soft waves of hair swishing in the birthing pool. Invigorated by thrill, almost weeping with excitement, he whispered to you, heated and trembling.

"--oh god-- right there, they're right there-- nearly got them, we'll know what we've got--"

"Just one more big push, sweetheart-- one big push with the next contraction, and your baby's here--"

Almost ten months of blooming and worry and scans and building and laughing and crying and aching and fearing, all ended in one enormous push, and a whoosh, and a cry...

...and a cry, wet and sweet and crumpled and on your chest, mother and child still bound together by the string of life.

Kento buckled against the side of the pool. Still he held you, looking down at you, looking down at your baby, blue and angry and baleful at having been shoved into the world from their warm dark kingdom.

Arms replaced the womb, and Kento huffed a couple of great sobs to hear you babble love at your scrumply flailing babe.

"--oh my god-- oh you're so beautiful-- oh, mummy loves you-- daddy loves you--"

Daddy. Kento almost buckled again, nuzzling his tears away into your hair, smothering your sweaty cheeks with kisses and relief. His voice was thick with joy, the fever of pain in your eyes replaced with elation, clasping the boon of a champion within your arms.

"Thank you. I can't...I can't thank you-- I-- love you, love you both so much--"

You gazed up at Kento, basking, your eyes glazed. "Kento...Ken...what have we got? Tell me-- tell me what we've got."

Kento sniffled, looking at the midwife as if for permission. She looked on, an enamoured, privileged bystander, and nodded encouragingly to Kento. Kento leaned over you, gently lifting his baby's legs apart, peering under the cord.

He huffed a single wet laugh, and looked at you, honey-brown eyes rimmed red. Kento's voice was gravelly as he stroked your hair back, to your wondrous grin.

"You were right, lover...as always."