#I'm about to go through it and I'm excited to play it!

[crushedsweets]

CREEPED VISUAL NOVEL Link, tutorial, extra art, Q&A, some chatter

The CREEPED Prologue is completely free and browser-ready. Gameplay is about 10 minutes. Please read the "tutorial" and notes before playing!

Follow Y/N and their dog, Max, through their grandparents' farm and a mysterious forest filled with...less than fortunate people!

PLAY HERE; works best on PC

This visual novel is powered by GOOGLE SLIDES! It has 0 programming and was created by one person in a little over a month, so please bear with any "bugs" and clunkiness!

TUTORIAL

>Click using mouse/trackpad >Go slowly to not break game >Do not use arrow or space keys

EXTRA NOTES:

>Works best on PC/Browser, I haven't tested the full game on mobile yet >In general, clicking the PNGs on the textbox (Apple, Teddy Bear, Hatchet, etc) will lead you to the right page >If you land on a page that tells you to "go back," that's when you should click the back-arrow key. If your cursor disappears, it doesn't register the click correctly >I recommend moving your cursor periodically to avoid it disappearing and sending you to the wrong page

EXTRA ART

some WIPS and the original sprite-style i was gonna choose LOOOOOOOL

Q&A

Q: Is this an x reader? A: This is a reader-insert, but it's not romantic and I try to keep it as neutral and unidentifiable as possible! Q: What's the plot? A: GENERALLY AND WITHOUT SPOILERS, your dog gets you into trouble and you're just looking to help him!

Q: Who is in the prologue? A: Tim, Brian, Toby, and Kate! More will be added in future chapters.

Q: When will future chapters be posted? A: Not sure! This took me about a month to do, and half was spent over winter break. I will try to get chapter 1 posted before summer, but I am a full-time student, employed, have extracurriculars, etc etc

ok thats all i only remember 4 questions feel free to ask more LMAO

CHATTER(because you know i can talk forever)

ok i just wanted to be able to talk about how the process was with this and how i feel about the results and whatnot...

ive been wanting to make a google slides visual novel since i was like 13 LOL it hit the point where i was repeatedly told i should just learn to code but i was like NOOOOO ITS GOTTA BE GOOGLE SLIDESSSS which is totally stupid but hey. i think that gives it some sort of simple charm that reminds me of being 16 and doing little projects in my room LOL i like working with the easiest tools . my bad

anyway. im just very happy LOL. it's not perfect but i feel like i came full circle in a sense?!?! i've been into creepypasta since i was 9 and it comforted me when things were really hard, and when i was 18 i was going through a really hard time and got back into creepypasta as a way to distract myself. i've always had a habit of throwing myself into fiction for escapism when things suuucked.

i'm 20 now but i've met SO many amazing people, had so many fun awesome exciting projects with friends, created tons of stuff im proud of, felt more motivated to create since i was like 13, have been inspired by so many amazing artists/authors on here, etc. just so so so lucky to find community in such a tight-knit cute fandom that thrives off of creativity and playing around! i hope i can keep the momentum and make a couple more chapters this year, but im kinda busy with school and work...LOL . i'm just excited to have this posted so i can have more discussion about it T_T

anyway thank you if you read this far and thank you if you played etc etc yaahhhhhh omg ok BYE THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING im just so grateful to be in this fandom

[alwaysobsessed777]

Ooo you could do one with Nika coming back to UConn the other day, maybe her gf is still in school (doesn’t have to be on the team) so they get to visit and go to the game together, just a fluffy one :)

BACK HOME - N.M.

Back on my shit....imma write my Nika fluff so enjoy

"I TOLD YOU!" Paige's voice echoed through the gym. Rolling my eyes, I chased after the ball.

"Next time....you're getting the ball yourself," throwing the ball a little harder than intended, it bounced off the blonde's head.

"BRO....WATCH THE BRAIDS!"

"Shut up, P," Azzi screamed from the bench, earning a stuck out tounge in return.

"Yeah, Twin. Shut up."

The voice stopped me in my tracks. Everyone's eyes landed on me. Slowly turning around, I was meet with the girl I had been missing for months.

Nika.

"Hey, baby," even before both words could fall from her lips, my arms wrapped around her. My head nuzzled itself into her neck. Words couldn't describe how much I've missed her.

"I see that I've been missed..." one of her hands gently rubbed my back, the other softly combing through my hair.

My head shot up, looking at the Croatian, "how...hie are you here?"

She pretended to think, "A plane...a car...anything really that moves would help me get here."

I chuckle, "shut up, smartass."

"you've missed it....i know it."

She wasn't wrong. I did miss it. I missed everything about her. Her smile, her eyes, her charm, her voice. You name it, I've missed it.

"Can we get going, bruh," the blonde's hand gripped onto my shoulder, but nothing adverted my attention from my girlfriend. "We have a game to warm up for...earth to y/n?"

"shut up, I'm with my girlfriend." Paige huffed, stomping off somewhere.

Nika separated us enough to intertwine our hands, walking is to the bench. Her waves of brown flowed over her shoulders, bouncing a little with each step.

"I wanna talk ...catch up on things," nervousness laced her voice. The small sound to her tone made her cute, the same voice she used to ask me out.

"that's sounds like an amazing idea," the seats being comfortable enough, we sat down. "I've missed you a lot, Nika."

"I've missed you too, y/n."

A silence fell between us, our eyes locking, before a comfortable laughter escaped both of us. The awkward tension being from not seeing each other for months, but you could feel it slowly dissipating.

"So...basketball season?"

I groaned, "don't get me started on it....like why are we good...but not like last year good."

"you don't have me..." she waited for my reaction, a smirk playing on her lips.

"you know....i know you're joking...but we truly need a get you back in a UConn jersey," laughing it out, Nika snickered.

"only if I could," a sadness contorted on her perfect features. I instantly felt bad.

"I'm sorry."

"hey...don't be. I'll eventually be able to get back on the court."

I nodded, "....are you excited to watch us tonight?"

"I'm excited to watch you!" Her hands clasped around my face, a smile stretched on her lips.

"I love you," she rested her forehead on mine, a small gesture that always made my heart flutter.

"I love you too," she leaned back, looking me straight in the eyes, "also...im wearing your jersey...i better see the best game ever from you."

"yes ma'am," snickering, her hands fell from my face.

She leaned in, capturing my lips in hers. They moved together as if they were a puzzle being pieced together. Her hands landing on my waist, pulling me closer to her. My hands worked towards the back of her neck. My fingers fiddling with her brown hair.

"uh...guy?" A voice broke is out of the small trance we were previously in. "Geno said stop sucking each others faces."

"Paige, shut up."

She held her hands up in surrender, "hey, don't kill the delivery guy."

"I think she said that completely wrong," I looked at the brunette beside me.

"she definitely did," she looked at me again with her brown doe eyes, my favorite sight, "I should let you get to practice...remember....play for me babe"

"I would never play for anyone else."

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A/n : sorry if this sucks.....I got the urge to write....and wrote half of this like asleep....don't ask how

[exponenshul]

The Flash ::: Gravidade

SUMMARY: In this crossover story, a young woman presents her girlfriend with a bottle of Gravidade, to indulge in their mutual love of pregnancy. However, just after her girlfriend drinks it, the young woman encounters a mysterious light that triggers similar effects...

(Contains: rapid pregnancy, mutual pregnancy, lesbian sex, birth, strong language, and more. Reader discretion advised)

Word Count: ~10k

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"Happy Valentine's Day, babe!"

Lana grinned as she approached her girlfriend Gabby, who was sitting on the couch. She had a small package in her hands, wrapped in pink paper and ribbons.

Gabby gasped in surprise. "Babe!! You shouldn't have! I thought we agreed we weren't gonna do gifts this year..."

"Well, I couldn't help it with this one," Lana said, sitting down beside her partner. She handed Gabby the gift. "You'll see once you open it..."

Excitedly, Gabby tore away the packaging, wondering what could be inside. When it was revealed, her eyes and mouth went wide with awe. It was a purple drink bottle.

"Is this...?" she started.

Lana nodded. "It sure is!"

Gravidade was a mysterious drink that became world-famous after women across two towns drank it and became suddenly pregnant. Bottles of it had appeared at the doorsteps of all women of child-bearing age, with no known trace.

However, not all of the drinks were consumed. After it was discovered what Gravidade did to a woman, many remaining bottles were disposed of... and a number of others were saved to be sold on the black market.

"How did you manage to get a bottle?!" Gabby exclaimed.

"I did have to jump through some hoops, and pay a pretty penny..." Lana said. "But it's worth it for you."

The thing was, both Gabby and Lana had a thing for pregnancy. It was part of what made them compatible as a couple. After hearing the Gravidade story on the news, both women had an insatiable desire to get their hands on a bottle of it. Gabby, who had always dreamed of being pregnant herself, was especially interested. A quick and easy way to swell up with babies? It seemed too good to be true.

The two simply sat for a while, enjoying the moment, considering the possibilities. Gabby played with the bottle in her hands, reading the label carefully. She seemed giddy.

Eventually, she looked up at Lana and said, "I...think I wanna try it, like...right now."

"I thought you might say that!" Lana giggled. She leaned in and gave Gabby a peck on the cheek. "I cleared our schedule for the day. If you're ready, then I'm down."

"Okay...!" Gabby said. She held up the bottle and grabbed the cap. After taking a deep breath, she cracked the seal open. She chuckled, both nervous and excited. "Whew...shit, I can't believe this is actually happening right now..."

Lana rested a hand on her girlfriend's thigh as she opened up the bottle. It was a lot to take in, but they both knew that if they spent too long overthinking it, they'd probably never actually go through with it.

"All right...bottoms up," Gabby declared. She lifted the bottle of Gravidade up to her mouth and took a hearty swig.

Lana watched eagerly, waiting for the reaction. She smiled as her girlfriend's eyes went wide.

"Wow, this actually tastes amazing! Everyone online was right," Gabby exclaimed. She immediately went in for another big sip. When finished, she licked her lips and shook the bottle gently. "Shit, okay, that was like half the bottle."

She put the drink down on the table and sat back on the couch, wiping her clammy hands on the cushions.

"Now I guess we just wait," Lana said.

"Hooo...yeah," Gabby breathed. She put her hands on her lower belly. "Ha...I'm kinda scared..."

"Just enjoy it," Lana said, reaching over to pull Gabby in for a hug. "This is gonna be amazing."

"Thank you," Gabby murmured, embracing her girlfriend. "You know how long I've dreamed about this..."

The two sat there in each other's arms for a while. Lana rubbed Gabby's back while Gabby ran her fingers through Lana's silky hair. They held each other tenderly until Gabby made a small noise.

"Mm...hold on, I think..."

The two pulled apart, their hearts beginning to race. Lana watched as Gabby put a hand to her stomach.

"I definitely felt something..." Gabby said. "Like, warmth, or..."

Before Lana could respond, Gabby was pulling off her shirt. Lana blushed a bit as her girlfriend cast the garment aside and sat there in her bra, staring down at her stomach. "Okay, wait. Does it already look bigger to you...?"

Lana peered closely. "...Oh, wow, I think it does...!"

The two girls each gently put a hand on Gabby's lower abdomen. It was very warm, and bumping out almost imperceptibly. Put as they kept their hands there, they noticed her belly slowly starting to fill up more and more, until there was a definite swell.

"Are you trying to push your stomach out like that?" Lana asked quietly. "Or is it really...?"

"I'm not, it's really growing," Gabby said. She looked at Lana in awe. "...I'm actually pregnant."

After another moment, Gabby sat up and grabbed the bottle of Gravidade back up off the table. She nearly thrust it in Lana's face, saying, "...You should drink the other half. We can be pregnant together!"

Lana smiled, but gently pushed the bottle away. "Actually...I think you should have the rest."

Gabby furrowed her brow a bit. "But babe...are you sure?"

"This is probably the only time we'll get this chance, and I know you want to get as big as possible," Lana explained. "I'm happy just watching you grow."

Gabby blushed. She looked again at the bottle in her hand again. "Okay...fuck it, okay." Without another thought, she brought the bottle to her mouth and chugged the rest of the contents.

When she was done, she tossed the bottle to the ground, and Lana gave her a seductive look. "Now let's see just how pregnant you get."

Quickly getting excited, Gabby practically launched herself into Lana's arms. Any remaining anxiety melted away as the two pulled each other close and began making out on the couch. Lana indulged in the sweet smell of her girlfriend's hair, the soft skin of her exposed back.

"I can't...believe this is real," Gabby panted between passionate kisses. Her breath caught briefly in her throat, and she glanced down. "Hh- fuck! I can feel it growing in there..."

Lana put a hand down on Gabby's belly. She lightly pressed her palm into it to try and feel the growth, but it was still subtle. "Do you...like how it feels? What's it like?"

"It feels great," Gabby said, humming a bit as Lana started to plant kisses on her neck and jawline. "I, like...can't even explain it, but I'm filling up...mmmhh..."

She shut her eyes and began to grind her hips into Lana. Her belly continued to swell, to the point where Lana started to feel it pressing against her own stomach, turning her on immensely. She continued to rub the growing mound.

After a few moments, Gabby sat up, panting. "Oh my god," she moaned, putting both hands on her belly, jutting it out to accentuate the growth. "Oh, it's growing so big!"

Lana felt her mouth getting dry as she stared at her girlfriend's pregnant belly, filling up before her very eyes. It was already the size of a grapefruit, and it seemed like the growth was only accelerating.

"I wanna feel it some more," Lana said. It was Gabby's turn to sit back as Lana lay forward, eye-level with her girlfriend's belly. Lana grasped Gabby's flanks and started planting kisses on her belly, yielding contented hums and sighs from the increasingly pregnant girl. She was amazed at how well the skin on her belly was holding up, so warm and still so soft and smooth. Lana kissed tenderly, yet firmly enough that she could gauge the tautness of Gabby's skin with her lips. It was magical, feeling the mass within her girlfriend's womb grow with each passing second.

Lana moved her kisses down, feeling more bold the hornier they both got. She started to unbutton Gabby's pants, and the latter grinned in anticipation. When Lana unlatched the button, her girlfriend's belly spilled forth, free to grow unrestrained. She tugged Gabby's pants down to her knees, but was stopped before she could get to the panties.

"Wait," Gabby blurted, voice airy. "Grab...my toy from our room. The pink one."

"Oh, you're so right..." Lana breathed, eyes widening. She immediately stood up, already turning for the bedroom. "I'll be right back, don't grow too much while I'm gone!"

Gabby giggled as Lana darted out of the room.

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Lana knew exactly where to look. She went to Gabby's nightstand, yanking open the bottom drawer. Inside were some massage oils, lubes, and a pink vibrating rabbit toy, which they had used many times before. She grabbed up a couple items, ready to make a quick turnaround, not wanting to waste a moment.

However, when she stood up, she was almost knocked back by a strange phenomenon. Outside the bedroom window, a sudden flash of light nearly struck Lana blind. She stumbled, but by the time she went to shield her eyes, the light had already dissipated. Confused, she blinked a couple times...but had no time to question anything.

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When Lana returned, Gabby was sprawled on the couch in just her underwear, staring down at a belly that now looked roughly seven months pregnant. Her eyes lit up as her girlfriend came back into the room.

"How are you feeling now?" Lana asked.

"Full," Gabby replied, rubbing big circles on her belly. "But I love watching the baby grow. It's better than I even expected."

"I love it too," Lana said. "Sorry if it took me a sec, I just got flashbanged in our room."

"...What?"

"This crazy flash of light came from outside," Lana explained. "I don't know. It was probably just my eyes adjusting, or something." She came over and knelt down in front of Gabby on the couch, cracking open a bottle of massage oil. "...Anyway, where were we?"

Gabby gave a half-lidded smile, adjusting her position and moving her hands to give Lana full access. "You were just telling me how much you love my pregnant belly."

"I love it so much," Lana gushed, squirting some oil onto her hand, then rubbing her palms together. "I always knew you'd look sexy with babies in you." She placed her hands palm-down on Gabby's expanding middle and began to rub. Gabby gasped as the cool substance touched her skin.

"Mmmm, babies?" Gabby cooed, emphasizing the plural. "How many did you give me?"

"Well, according to the bottle, you're gonna get pretty big." Lana said slyly. She rubbed her hands in wide circles, making sure that every inch of Gabby's gravid orb was smooth and glistening. She ran her thumb over her girlfriend's belly button as it began to flatten out from the expanding pressure behind it.

"Oooh, can't wait..." Gabby purred, shifting in her seat a bit. She put a hand up to her chest, noticing a bit of discomfort there. "Mmh- babe, help me take this bra off...it's cutting into me."

"Of course," Lana said. She moved her hands around to Gabby's back, where she deftly unlatched her girlfriend's bra (something she had a lot of experience in). Gabby pushed the straps off her shoulders, and the garment fell beside her on the couch. Her breasts spilled out, falling to either side of her pregnant belly. They were fuller, weighty, and the areola were dark and puffy.

"Ahh, that feels better," Gabby sighed with relief.

"Man, these have gotten bigger, too...!" Lana said in awe. She went to reach for them, but paused.

"Mmmh...like what you see?" Gabby flirted, wiggling her chest a bit. "Come on, give 'em a squeeze...they're really sensitive..."

"Hold on, sorry," Lana stammered, suddenly feeling off. There was a stirring in her abdomen. "I just need a sec..."

She sat back on her haunches, clutching her stomach. Something was...different. She looked down, and what she saw made her eyes go wide. "Wh...no way..."

"What is it?" Gabby asked, hearing the change in her girlfriend's tone.

Lana shook her head to make sure she wasn't hallucinating...but it was obviously real. "I'm...growing! Just like you, I'm fucking growing!"

Gabby immediately sat up as best she could. She looked down and saw that between Lana's tank top and shorts, a sliver of belly was just barely starting to push outward. It was rounding out, in exactly the same manner as hers just had. "Oh my god, you are..."

"H-how is this happening?!" Lana shrieked, scrambling to her feet. She rubbed and poked at her middle in a panic. "I didn't even drink the stuff!"

"So you're saying that you're...?"

"Pregnant...I think I'm actually pregnant."

"Babe...that means we're both pregnant..." Gabby breathed.

"I know! Was it because I was kissing you? Did I swallow some? Shit, what do I do?!"

"Babe!" Gabby shouted, getting Lana's attention back. She grabbed her girlfriend's waist and looked her in the eyes. "We're...both...pregnant...! Together!"

After seeing the lust in Gabby's eyes and realizing what she meant, Lana's sudden fears gave way to the fantasy once more. That's right...no matter how it happened, they were both pregnant now, like they'd always wanted. And at the rate they were growing, there was no time to waste with hesitation.

"...Fuck," was all Lana could muster before she sank down onto Gabby's lap, grabbing onto her face and kissing her passionately. Their bellies pressed together, Lana's barely a potbelly while Gabby's looked full term. The oil on Gabby's skin transferred onto Lana's, lubricating it the same way.

Their hips grinded, their tongues explored each other's mouths, all while their pregnant bellies grew in tandem and rubbed together. It was the horniest they'd ever felt, not only for their own pregnancies, but for their partner's. It was a scenario they'd only ever dreamed of, and they were about to take advantage of every moment.

"I love you," Lana gasped between sloppy kisses. "I didn't really expect this, but...I love it."

"Mmmh I love you too," Gabby moaned. "Oohh...squeeze my tits now, they're aching..."

Lana reached up and greedily sunk her fingers into Gabby's engorged breast, earning a yelp of pleasure. After a couple squeezes, fluid started to leak into her hand.

"Oh shit, you're making milk," Lana said breathily. "That's so hot." Without hesitating, she leaned down, taking Gabby's breast into her mouth and sucking.

Gabby arched her back as the feeling of Lana's lips on her nipple caused shocks of pleasure. "Oooh god yes! That feels so good...keep doing it!"

Lana continued to suckle, nibbling with her teeth and taking in milk. "I can't get over this...you taste incredible..."

Gabby grasped Lana's waist to steady them both. Glancing down, she slid one hand onto Lana's rapidly swelling belly, humming as she rubbed it. "Oh, your little belly is so cute..." Her fingertips brushed across the surface, handling the bump with care.

Her girlfriend unlatched, sitting back to admire their progress. "And yours is getting huge...!"

"God, you're right," Gabby said. She cradled the underside of her belly, now looking full with twins, bulging and rounding in all directions. "I feel so heavy...so much baby in me..."

"How many do you feel?" Lana asked, the two of them letting their hands explore the massive swell.

"Oooh, it's hard to tell..." Gabby murmured, swaying back and forth and gyrating her hips. "I think I feel two...no, three...!"

Lana gulped. The thought of her girlfriend carrying multiple babies...not to mention how many she might be carrying...she put her hands back on her own belly and caressed it in wonder. She looked like she could be entering her third trimester already...

"What does it feel like for you?" Gabby asked, noticing Lana's observations. She reached out and started to stroke her girlfriend's belly again.

"Mmmmh," Lana closed her eyes and leaned in, allowing Gabby to reach her growing belly better. "I totally feel full...and like, constantly fuller...and it feels really nice when you rub it." She breathed in deeply, jutting her middle farther out into Gabby's hands.

Gabby relished her partner's enjoyment of the unexpected pregnancy. She continued to feel up Lana's belly as she whispered, "I think I know something else that would feel nice..."

Lana opened her eyes again to see Gabby reaching for the pink rabbit toy, which had been momentarily forgotten in the heat of the moment. She bit her lip, insides tingling at the thought.

"I like the way you think," Lana said. "Why don't we take this to the bedroom?"

Gabby nodded in agreement- the couch was getting a bit crowded. She let Lana stand up first, then attempted to get up herself, but struggled. "Oof- help me up, babe."

Lana grabbed both of Gabby's hands and helped to pull her into a standing position, both girls grunting from the effort. Once they were up and facing each other, they took a moment to appreciate their bodies from the new angle. Lana looked full term with a single baby, whereas Gabby seemed ready to drop three. Amazingly, both girls were still growing, their bellies getting heavier by the moment.

"I'm so fucking big," Gabby said, groaning as she supported her belly with both hands, one now clutching their toy as well. "I don't know if I can move!"

"It'll be worth it once we get to the bedroom," Lana assured her, rubbing her back. "Now lemme see you waddle."

Grunting and moaning, Gabby moved forward, making heavy steps toward the bedroom. Lana followed behind, getting used to her own newfound weight. She glanced at her girlfriend's backside, eyebrows raising.

"Damn, did your ass get fatter, too?" Lana asked, feeling no better than a man.

"Oooh, I'm sure," Gabby said, voice deep and sultry. She reached back and squeezed at her own cheeks, fingers sinking into doughy flesh. "I'm filling up everywhere..."

Lana gnawed at her lip, her arousal reaching a boiling point.

The two made it to the bedroom, and Lana ushered Gabby up onto the bed. "Let's get you up there before you swell up any more."

Gabby climbed up onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees toward the pillows. She just kept rubbing her belly, which swayed and heaved as it expanded, grazing the sheets below. She moaned, finally collapsing onto her elbows, face in a pillow. "Oooooh the babies, I feel them...they're moving around..."

Lana went up onto the bed as well, feeling crazy with desire as she watched her girlfriend in this state. Small lumps appeared and disappeared from Gabby's middle, evidence of the life within. She was in a state of fertility that was previously unfathomable, full to the brim with babies, having all but succumbed to the growth of her pregnancy. Not only that, but she had a pregnant girlfriend who was about to rail her so hard she'd see stars. Lana felt so wet she feared her panties may be soiled.

She approached Gabby from behind and put a hand between her legs, stroking her through her underwear. Gabby moaned louder, voice muffled a bit by the pillows.

Not feeling the need to waste time on more foreplay, Lana grabbed Gabby's panties and began to pull them down. Gabby angled her back and wiggled her hips to make it easier. Once the garment was cast aside, she spread her knees out to give Lana better access. Her pussy was glistening, practically begging for what was about to come.

Lana took the rabbit toy and turned on the vibration, hearing more noises of anticipation from her partner. She held the tip of the toy up against Gabby's sex, teasing her by moving it around slowly.

Gabby squirmed and seized. "Nnnghh- god, come on, give it to meeee, I need it so bad!"

"Are you gonna say 'please?'"

"Please!!"

It was no sooner than the word left Gabby's mouth that Lana plunged the toy deep into her. Gabby inhaled sharply, back arching even more as she was filled. Lana started a pumping rhythm, and Gabby moaned at the sensation.

"Ooooohh, god...getting fucked...while pregnant (nnhh) ...feels so... fuh- c- ...g-GOOD!"

Lana grinned, happy with her work. She thrust the toy into Gabby over and over, making sure to hit her most sensitive spots. She watched as her girlfriend's breasts and belly swayed back and forth with each hit, full and heavy.

After a while of this, Gabby turned her head a bit to look at Lana over her shoulder. "Babe...hhh...grab...my belly...haaahhhh...I need you to- mmh...rub it...while you fuck me!"

It was difficult for Lana to maneuver with her own gravid belly- now possibly sporting twins- in the way. But with some stretching and maneuvering, she was able to reach her free hand down and around, lightly smacking Gabby's belly and beginning to rub it.

"Ooooh..." Gabby cooed.

"That...feel good?" Lana panted, starting to sweat from exertion.

"Yes...it's been starting to feel...so tight- mmhhh!"

Lana watched as Gabby's face contorted. She was no doubt starting to feel overwhelmed with sensation...it motivated Lana, and she increased her efforts, gripping Gabby's belly more firmly and pounding her harder.

"Oh, babe...oh- OHHHH!" Gabby cried out, vocabulary shrinking as pleasure consumed her. Her tits dripped milk onto the bed as she swayed.

"Mmmgh, your belly's so tight..." Lana said, trying to get her girlfriend worked up even more. "So full and round...you're such a good momma..."

Gabby had fallen into delirious grunts, squeaks, and gasps for air. Sweat matted her hair to her neck and made her back shine. Her legs began to tremble as Lana pounded her even harder.

When she eventually fell silent and squeezed her eyes shut, Lana could tell that Gabby was getting close. She thrust the toy faster, then even faster, until her arm started to lose feeling.

At last, a loud moan escaped Gabby's throat as she climaxed. "Oh...I'm gonna...cuh...oooooOOOOAAAHHH!!"

Gabby's whole body tensed, and the toy was practically ejected from her, along with a substantial gush of fluid. Lana leaned back, knowing there was gonna be a big finish, but not expecting to be in the splash zone.

She sat back as Gabby reeled and twitched from the orgasm, the two needing a moment to catch their breath.

Eventually, Lana started to say, "Wow, babe, that was—"

"I think that was my water breaking," Gabby croaked. She began to roll over, still recovering.

Lana was taken aback. "Wait, shit...I fucked you into labor? Already?"

Gabby turned onto her back, grimacing as she clutched her huge, heaving belly. "Fuck...yeah. Grab a towel."

Acting fast, Lana heaved her pregnant self off the bed, waddling to their dresser. As she pulled out a towel, Gabby moaned again, this time from discomfort.

"You okay?" Lana asked as she headed back to the bed.

"Yeah...that was definitely a contraction, big time. Hooo...."

Lana got back between Gabby's legs, patting around her vulva and the sheets with the towel, trying to soak up some of the fluid. "Okay, just breathe. It's game time."

"Ooh, this is all happening so fast..." Gabby whined. "Mmmmgghh!"

Lana watched as her girlfriend's massive belly tightened up with the contraction. It was no longer growing, further evidence that her pregnancy was nearing the end. It was unbelievable to watch...it really was all happening so fast. Lana started to get a bit sad, realizing their fun would soon be over...

Still, Gabby continued to grunt and moan. The contractions were coming quickly. "Hnnnghh...oh! Ahh!"

"What are you feeling, babe?" Lana asked, stroking her girlfriend's thigh comfortingly.

"So...much pressure," Gabby breathed, squirming around in unease. "It feels like they already wanna come out..."

"Does it hurt?"

"Kinda, but- ngggh- not as much as I thought," Gabby explained. "Just so...full and tight! Ghhh!"

Lana watched as her girlfriend bore down, and as her belly visibly shrank from the force. She was already trying to push...

"Hold on, I'm gonna move off the edge of the bed," Lana told her. "Scoot yourself over, I'll have a better angle to help you at."

She got out from between Gabby's legs and started moving to the side of the bed. As she did, she felt a sudden tightening in her own swollen belly. She gripped it, eyebrows furrowing. That...wasn't anything, right? Though, her belly seemed to have stopped growing, too...

Lana tried not to think about it as she got off the bed. She knelt at the bedside, waiting for Gabby to move over.

Meanwhile, Gabby was struggling. She'd turned her body a bit, shifting her hips, but quickly had to stop. "Ooooh...oh, babe, it's moving down, I can feel it!"

"Come on, it's okay," Lana encouraged. She grabbed onto Gabby's legs as she turned, helping her into position. She scooted over in front of Lana, ass right to the edge of the bed with her legs hanging over the sides. Lana was once more between her thighs, eye level with her crotch. Her sex was red and swollen.

Gabby grimaced and clutched her heaving mound of belly. "Hnnggh, here comes another contraction! Fuck, it feels like there's a- mmh- bowling ball down there!"

As her girlfriend strained, Lana felt another cramp. She cradled her twin belly with one hand. This was not good timing...

Gabby moaned as her belly heaved. "Uuunggh! I've gotta p-push!"

Lana needed a way to distract them both. Acting impulsively, she leaned in, putting her mouth against Gabby's pussy. Using her tongue, she began to stimulate her partner's clit.

Upon contact, Gabby gasped and quaked. "Oh, f-fuck! Babe...!"

Lana wrapped her arms around Gabby's thighs to get a better hold. "Mmf- does this...help?"

"Uff...f-fuck...yes!" Gabby sputtered, gyrating her hips with Lana's movements.

Lana kept sliding her tongue over Gabby's most sensitive areas, sucking and biting where she could. She could feel that Gabby's pussy was starting to bulge outward, a weight pressing on it from within. The baby's head was coming.

All the while, she was quickly confirming to herself that she was having her own contractions. She was feeling that tightness and pressure that her girlfriend mentioned.

Gabby bore down again. "I'm pushing it ooout! I can- mmmmmmhh- feel it!"

Lana moved her head back and watched as Gabby's labia began to part, and the small teardop shape of a baby's head appeared. She stared in awe while she grabbed the hem of her tank top to wipe her mouth off. "Whoa..."

"Are you...seeing anything?" Gabby panted.

"Yeah, I see the head," Lana said. "You're actually pushing out a baby. Holy shit..."

Hearing that seemed to empower Gabby. She pushed again, and the crown between her legs grew bigger.

Lana moved her hands to be able to guide the head out. She spoke more words of encouragement, putting aside the fact that she was going into labor herself. She could keep quiet about it- things surely weren't too far along, and it wasn't terribly painful yet.

With Gabby's next contraction, the head reached a full crown, and she cried out. "GAAAAAH!! Ngggh!"

"Does it burn?" Lana asked.

"I- it- yeah, but like- it just- I can't even explain...hhnngggooohh GOD!"

Gabby pushed hard, and the baby's head popped fully out, along with a spurt of fluid.

"You got the head out!" Lana exclaimed, cradling the slimy mass in her hands, checking to make sure everything looked right. "You're doing so great, keep going!"

Just as she said it, Lana felt a sudden release. She glanced down as a gush of liquid escaped from between her legs, soaking her spandex shorts and leaking onto the rug below. Well, shit...there went her waters. And the rug would definitely need washing, too...

She looked back up as Gabby howled, giving her biggest push yet. The baby squeezed out past its widest point, quickly spilling out into Lana's awaiting hands. Gabby gasped and fell back, exhausted and relieved.

"My god, you did it, babe! You had a baby!" Lana said, staring at the newborn in wonder. "Awww, wow, a little girl..."

Gabby tried to look up and smiled weakly. "Hhh...wow...so, does it...really have no cord...?"

"No, it doesn't," Lana confirmed. The baby had no umbilical cord, and was staying rather quiet, though definitely breathing. After their research, Lana and Gabby both knew that these phenomena were standard for Gravidade babies, but it was still a bit strange to witness. "Hang on, let me get her settled..."

Lana took the baby and carried her away, hobbling across the floor on her knees. She went over to the foot of the bed, where they had a plush storage ottoman. With her free hand, she took a blanket from within the bin and spread it out over top of the cushion. She lay the newborn there, using the corner of the blanket to wipe her clean a bit.

Just then, Gabby started to groan again. "Ooohh babe...I think there's another right behind..."

"Coming- ghh!" said Lana, clutching her belly once more as it tightened. She was going to try and ignore that contraction, and the increasing downward pressure she was feeling...

As she worked her way back over to the bedside, Gabby called to her, somewhat sheepishly. "Mmm...do you think you could...touch me again? It felt really good- nnngh- just then..."

"Of course, my love," Lana said softly, planting herself between Gabby's thighs again. Instead of using her mouth this time, she went in with her fingers, using her thumb to rub on Gabby's clit.

Gabby began to squirm and moan with pleasure as her body worked through more contractions. Meanwhile, Lana's contractions were working her baby down quickly. The pressure was very low on her hips, the head surely already passing through the birth canal. All she did to accommodate this was spread her knees a bit wider, still focused on taking care of her partner.

After only a minute or so, Gabby began to push again, shuddering and growling from her efforts. She was sweating profusely now, hair matted and hands clammy.

Lana was faring largely the same, a long rivulet of sweat dripping down her face as she worked her magic on Gabby's sensitive parts. She was also beginning to feel the urge to push, and her body was ready to give in subconsciously.

Gabby heaved and strained, clutching the bedsheets in her fists and shoving her head back into the mattress. "Uuunnghh! It's moving down...f-filling me...it's so...mmmmh!"

Hearing her girlfriend's moans, Lana bit her lip. It seemed like she was almost getting off to giving birth...could the clit stim be helping that much? Or was she just that into it? It was giving Lana all sorts of feelings she'd never unlocked before. She licked her lips and started to press her thumb down harder.

All the while, pressure was building between Lana's legs. Even as she worked to further her girlfriend's pleasure, she was huffing and puffing her way through contractions. Now, the baby's head was right at its exit, starting to push its way down and out.

"Nggh- oooh here it comes!" Gabby bellowed. Lana watched as her vaginal lips started to part again, making way for the second baby's head. "God- so tight!"

Lana grimaced a bit as her own body tightened and squeezed. She reached one hand past her belly and groped down between her legs, feeling a small bulge. While fondling herself and staring at Gabby's opening, she felt an odd and wildly intimate sense of connection. The same thing that she was witnessing was happening to herself. She was going to push a baby out, just like her girlfriend. And, fuck...if Gabby's birth had felt anything like what she was feeling, it was no wonder her partner was getting so worked up. She allowed herself to bear down a bit, feeling the baby's head spread her more. God, she was really doing this...

"Hoo- hoo- oooaaahhhh!!" Gabby moaned, pulling Lana back from her thoughts. Quickly, Lana brought both her hands back up to support the emerging baby. Gabby was pushing hard, and the head was crowning fast.

"Take it- mmhh- easy, babe," Lana panted. "Don't hurt yourself, just let it come."

"I wanna come- want IT to- just- mmmGGGH FUCK!"

As Gabby's second baby neared a full crown, Lana felt her own baby pressing down into her underwear. Her kneeling stance slowly sank lower and spread wider, her body moving along with the intense downward pressure. "Mmmhhhh babe you're doing so goooooooood..."

"I'm- mmmm I'm tryingggg," Gabby whined. "Is it...coming out?"

"Oooohh it's totally coming ooout," Lana said, not sure if she was talking to herself or Gabby at that point. Her upper and lower halves were focused on entirely different things.

Breathing heavily, Gabby gave herself only a moment's rest before pushing again. This time, her second baby's head popped out fully.

"Ah! Oooh, I can't stop pushing...it- mphh- f-feels too...good!" she squeaked.

"You got it, babe, just- mhh...go nice and steady," Lana encouraged. She was trembling from the feeling of her own baby stretching her. There was pressure and pain, but through that, it did somehow feel good...was that another Gravidade side effect? Or was all birth like this...?

"Ohhh it's gonna come, I'm gonna-" Gabby croaked, gritting her teeth as she bore down. The baby squeezed out past its shoulders, and there was once more a little human sliding out into Lana's arms. "NGAAAAAAAHHH! Oh, fuck!"

Lana caught the baby and tried to sit back with it in her arms, though moving was difficult with a crowning head between her legs. She looked at the baby and smiled. "Whew! Another girl!"

Gabby sighed with relief, collapsing onto the bed again. "Hhhh, man...that was a lot."

"Mmmh... yeah," Lana muttered, throat tight. She could feel her own baby pressing further into her clothes, the head feeling ready to come out. She would have loved to stare at Gabby's newborn for longer, but there wasn't much time until she'd have one of her own. She maneuvered her way over to the ottoman, careful not to make any sudden or heavy moves, lest gravity pull her baby out more.

As Lana was nestling the second newborn next to the first, Gabby called to her. "Hooo...okay, babe, there's definitely more in me...but I think we've got some time before the next one comes."

Lana looked over, watching as Gabby rubbed her still-massive belly, skin flushed from all her efforts. She was looking up at the ceiling, obviously not yet feeling ready to sit up.

"Do you...hnngh...need anything? Water? More pillows?" Lana asked.

"No, but..." Gabby said softly, "...I do want you to come up here...so I can thank you."

Lana gulped, fully aware of the nearly-birthed head tenting out her shorts. But who was she to say no to her girlfriend's request? "...Say no more, my love."

There was still plenty of room on the ottoman, so Lana used it as a step to help herself get up. Every movement of her legs threatened to open up more room for the emerging baby, and every shift of her weight made her want to push more. But she held back, just for now.

Gabby saw Lana approaching on her hands and knees and smiled. "Mmmh, there you are...look at you, all...hooo...big and pregnant."

Lana smiled, trying to hide the fact that she was giving birth. "Nnnh... uh huh." She crawled right over to her girlfriend, their faces close, bellies touching.

Abruptly, Gabby reached up with both hands and grabbed Lana's breasts, earning a grunt. She squeezed playfully and hummed. "Ooooh, and look at these...so full. I think- mmmh- the milk's starting to leak into your shirt...how many cup sizes do you think you've gone up, hmmm?"

The sudden sensation caused Lana to arch her back, sticking her ass more into the air. She pushed involuntarily as Gabby squeezed into her sensitive flesh. "Ooohhggh... nnho... I dunno..."

"And this..." Gabby continued, moving her hands down to cup Lana's sweaty, bulging belly. "You got so big...how does it feel for you?"

Lana's breath caught at the touch of Gabby's hands on her bare belly. The skin was so stretched and sensitive... "Mmmh...hooo...it feels...unngh...great."

"It's tight, like a drum..." Gabby marveled, starting to move her hands around in slow, long circles. "I'm sure it could use some rubs..."

"I..." Lana started, just before giving in to another push. Her hips moved back, and when she bore down, the baby's head came fully out into her shorts, stretching the elastic fabric profusely. "NNGH! Ahhhh..."

Gabby noticed her girlfriend's thighs shaking. Lana's head was down, and she was obviously in distress. "Babe? Are you okay...?"

"I'm...okay," Lana grunted. "You can...mmph...keep rubbing my belly..."

"Okay..." Gabby said, continuing to run her fingers across Lana's middle. The sensation quelled the labor pains, which Lana enjoyed.

"Mmmh, that's it..." Lana cooed, now rocking forward and back on her knees, her body fully focused on easing the baby out. The shoulders were starting to stretch her, causing immense pressure. "Hooooooo..."

After a moment, Gabby smirked. "You know, that's not the only thing I can rub..."

"Mmmghh..." Lana gurgled in response. She was helpless to intervene as Gabby reached one hand between her legs, immediately feeling the baby's head protruding under her clothes.

Shocked, Gabby gasped. "Babe!! What the hell? You didn't tell me yours was coming out!"

"Didn't...wanna worry you- ngggggghhhhh...!" Lana pushed again. This time, the baby was fully born, lodging itself in the leg of her shorts. "Ooooh...it's out. Shit, it's really out."

Quickly, Lana sat herself up, gasping for air. She tugged her shorts and underwear halfway down, just enough past her ass to be able to reach in and grab the baby. Gabby just stared open-mouthed, still processing what just happened.

Lana smiled as she brought the baby, a little boy, up into her arms. "Ohh, hi baby...Oh, look at you..."

"Damn, babe, you really just did that!" Gabby said, laughing incredulously. "Wow. You made it seem like nothing."

"Yeah...did not expect it to be that fast..." Lana breathed.

"Yeah...oof," Gabby said, first chuckling, then wincing as she clutched her belly. "Uh, speaking of which..."

"You got another one coming?" Lana asked. Her girlfriend nodded in response.

After pulling her shorts back up, Lana carried her baby over to the ottoman, sitting him with the others. She took a moment to breathe and reset, then went back over to her partner.

Gabby was shifting around on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. "Uggh... my back is aching."

"Do you wanna try a different position?" Lana asked.

"Actually...mmh- maybe, yeah. I wanna get on my hands and knees, like you just were."

It took Gabby a minute, but with Lana's assistance, she was able to roll her heavy body over, getting up into her new position. Her head faced the pillows, and her backside faced Lana, who was once more in place to help guide her baby out.

"Did it...nnggh...help to rock back and forth?" Gabby asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Lana said, cradling her own belly. "It helped the baby move down easier."

Gabby nodded. "Okay...hoooo. I'm gonna- mmh- focus on these contractions...if you could maybe just rub my back a bit."

"You got it," Lana said. As she started to gently massage Gabby's back, she had time to collect her thoughts and think about the current situation. She'd just given birth...and Gabby was about to have a third kid, all from what seemed like magic. They weren't done quite yet...Lana knew she still had one more baby in her womb, and Gabby surely had another. But things were going fast, and after they'd pushed out their babies...they'd probably never be pregnant again. Lana caressed her belly, feeling melancholy for a moment. She'd barely gotten to enjoy being pregnant...she didn't want it to end yet...

She was pulled from her reverie by her girlfriend's moans. Lana watched as Gabby's body tensed up, her belly lifting up from the bed.

"Ooohhh God," Gabby groaned, burying her face in her arms. "Yeah, this one's...definitely coming fast. Nggghh!"

"That's okay, babe, you're doing so good," Lana said, pressing her palms into Gabby's aching muscles. "Do you like being in this position?"

"Gghh- yeah," Gabby grunted. "Hooo...I think...I want you to rub my belly now..."

Lana leaned in as far as she could with her own belly in the way. As she attempted to reach around, she unmistakably felt another contraction of her own. Shit, things really weren't letting up...

She placed a hand flat on the side of Gabby's low-hanging belly and began to rub in circles. Gabby hummed and cooed in response, enjoying Lana's touch.

"I never thought...this would feel so nice," Gabby breathed.

"Tell me about it," Lana replied. "It doesn't even...mmmggh...feel real."

"I just can't believe..." Gabby started, trailing off in the middle of the sentence as her next contraction hit. "Hoooo....nngaaah! Ah, fuck...I gotta start...pushing again!"

Lana held onto Gabby's belly as she pushed, feeling the muscles tighten under her fingertips. She watched as Gabby's pussy began to bulge out just slightly, and redoubled the efforts on rubbing her gravid swell.

At the same time, Lana felt another contraction of her own. She desperately wished that her body would hold out; maybe if she tried to ignore it, labor would last longer.

"NNGAAAHH!" Gabby bellowed. "It's- ghhh- stretching me!"

Lana watched as the now-familiar teardrop shape formed between Gabby's legs. She moved her hand away from her girlfriend's heaving belly in order to guide the head out. "Doing great, babe. Mmh...keep pushing!"

Gabby spread her legs wider and bore down again. She was getting good at this, now- the baby's head quickly reached a full crown.

Meanwhile, Lana felt the weight of her baby sinking lower, down through her birth canal. God, please hold on, she thought. As long as she didn't try to push, she could probably keep the baby in for a bit...

"Unnggh!!" Gabby grunted, as she got the head out. She was certainly not thinking about holding back.

Lana supported the head as fluid dripped onto the sheets below. "Nnhh- almost there, Gabby! You got this!"

Gabby pushed again as the baby's shoulders stretched her. "Ahhh it buuurns, fuck!"

"Come o- onnnnnnn!" Lana groaned, her whole body tightening as a contraction sent her baby's head right up against its exit. She instinctively clutched the underside of her belly and grimaced. "Oooh, ohhhh..."

"I- I've got it, it's..." Gabby choked. "...Hnng! It's COMINGGGGGAAAAAH!!"

With a final push, the baby was born into Lana's hands. Lana held it gently, even as she was struggling through her own labor.

"Ahh...mmmggh...you did it. It's a buh...boy," Lana said, growing weary.

"God...wow..." Gabby replied, gasping for air. She'd collapsed forward onto the pillows, also exhausted. "I dunno how much longer I can keep this up...!"

"Well," Lana breathed, as she turned to set the newborn down. "I think we both only have one baby left...then we're- nggh- done."

"God," Gabby repeated, lost for words. She turned over, flopping onto her back and splaying her arms out like a starfish. Her still-pregnant belly rose and fell with her heavy breathing. She was drenched in sweat at this point, having endured a proper workout.

After resting the baby on the ottoman, Lana turned back and started crossing the bed to approach her girlfriend. The baby was trying to escape her, but she clenched her muscles, attempting to stop it from crowning through sheer willpower. It was working somewhat, but keeping a straight face through it all was another kind of challenge.

Lana knelt in front of Gabby and began to rub her belly with both hands. "Take a breather, babe. We've...mmph...only got so much longer to enjoy this..."

Gabby closed her eyes and exhaled. "Hooo...this has been...so intense."

"Hrrnngh- I know," Lana grunted. She couldn't help tensing up as the baby's head began to press down into her panties. The pressure on her pelvis was unbearable. "...But I've been...ghh- loving every bit."

"Me too," Gabby said, her tired eyes looking up at Lana lovingly. "I love you so much."

Lana bent down as best she could, planting her arms on either side of her partner's shoulders. "I love you too," she said, before leaning down and meeting Gabby's lips with a kiss.

Gabby was worn out, but did her best to kiss back passionately. She took her arms and wrapped them around Lana's back, pulling her in.

"Ah-!" Lana yelped, caught off guard. She almost head-butted Gabby was she was forced downward, the two girls' bellies colliding and pressing together. The added pressure caused Lana's baby to crown more, and she let out a low moan. "Uuuooaah! Ohhh fuck..."

Hearing this, Gabby knew something was wrong. "What's...? Oh no, don't tell me..."

Lana grimaced and bit her lip as she felt Gabby's hand leave her back and trace its way around her body, down between her legs, where the bulge of the baby's head was prominent.

"You've got another coming out..." Gabby observed, gently feeling the lump with her fingers.

"Y-yeah..." Lana croaked. She felt herself getting flushed, feeling ashamed at the question she was about to ask. "D-do you...nngggh...think you could...p-push it back?"

"...Huh?"

"J-just a bit, with your hand," Lana sputtered, knowing how crazy she sounded. "I'm...I just...don't wanna stop...b-being pregnant yet."

Gabby stared at Lana with eyebrows furrowed...but quickly, she started to understand. She pondered while Lana tried desperately not to push any more. After a moment, Lana saw her expression shift.

"...Hold still, this'll probably hurt." Gabby said softly.

Lana barely had a second to brace herself before Gabby was pushing back on the crown between her legs. She let out a choked groan as she instantly felt the pain of the baby being forced back into her. Her jaw clenched and her legs shook, but Gabby did not relent until the head was all the way back inside, and her hand could press flat again Lana's vulva.

Once it was done, Gabby removed her hand, and quickly maneuvered her pregnant body to get off the bed. "Okay, hold it there for a sec. I have an idea."

Still reeling from what had just happened, Lana fell onto her side, grasping her belly and squeezing her thighs together. "Ohhh...wh-what're you...doing?"

She watched as Gabby waddled over to their dresser, opening the drawer of athletic garb. After a little searching, she pulled out three pairs of spandex shorts.

"Here- mmpph- put this on," Gabby told her, tossing one of the pairs over. "And I'll put on the other two. That should hold things off for a bit."

Lana was surprised at her girlfriend's suggestion. She sat up and picked up the shorts. "A-are you sure that's...smart?"

"Like you said, we- hooo- don't have much time," Gabby explained, starting to step into the shorts one by one. "I'm feeling my contractions starting again too, and- ngggh!- if we wanna enjoy these pregnancies while we can, this should hold everything together a...ggh, a little longer."

Realistically, Lana had no time to mull it over. A few more minutes of waiting, and their babies were going to be born, and the pregnancies they'd been dreaming of would be over for good. "...Okay. Let's try it..."

The two young women both managed to wrangle the stretchy shorts up past their thighs and wide hips. Gabby now had two layers of shorts on, while Lana had a couple pairs of her own, as well as her panties underneath.

"How does it feel?" Gabby asked, waddling over as she cradled her belly.

"Definitely very tight," Lana said, as two layers of compression fabric dug into her. "But it...hoooo...feels like everything will, uh...stay in place for a while."

"Mhmm, totally," Gabby said, feeling the fabric over her crotch with her hand. "Gotta be a pretty strong baby to- ngghh- get through that."

Lana grunted and heaved as she stood up from the bed, still trying to keep her legs together, fearing the baby would start coming out again. "Oof...so, ah...what now? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"I think I could definitely use some water," Gabby said. "I've been...mmph...sweating a lot."

"Me too," Lana agreed. She began to walk out of the room with Gabby, but stopped briefly. "Oh, wait, hold on..."

Lana reached up and grabbed the bottom of her tank top, which had become wet with milk and stained with sweat. She pulled the well-worn garment up over her head and tossed it onto the bed. Her breasts spilled out over top of her belly, full and heavy. Now, both girls were fully naked except for their shorts.

Gabby's mouth curved into a smirk, and Lana smiled back. "...Okay, that feels better. Now let's go."

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The two made their way back out to the living areas, taking slow, narrow footsteps. The couple was very worn out by now, and didn't want their walking around to speed up labor. Gabby detoured to the bathroom to wash her hands and face while Lana went to the kitchen to fill glasses of water.

While standing at the sink, Lana began to struggle again. Her body was not happy with her after Gabby put the birth into reverse. Now she was faced with incessant contractions and a constant low, heavy feeling on her hips. She swayed from side to side, shifting her weight back and forth, trying to breathe deeply and steadily. The baby's head pressed right at its exit, threatening to crown again at any moment...

Suddenly, Lana felt a pair of hands grab her by the waist, and she yelped. Behind her, she heard Gabby start to chuckle. Her girlfriend's pregnant belly pressed into her back, and she sighed.

"Babe, don't do thaaaat," she groaned. "No sudden movements...you're- unnggh- gonna make me start pushing again."

"Oh yeah?" Gabby said. She took one hand and traced it over Lana's backside, down between her legs, causing her to shudder. She took her fingers and gently rubbed at Lana's pussy through her shorts, right where the baby would be coming out. "Go ahead...I'll just push it back again and again...nnhh...until you tell me to stop."

Lana felt her heart pounding, her loins quivering. "Mmmhh...please..." She angled her hips back toward her partner, still clutching the full water glasses.

Feeling playful, Gabby brought both her hands back up and started to fondle Lana's breasts, kneading the flesh like dough. Spurts of milk jetted out into the sink with each squeeze. Lana gasped and whimpered, getting very turned on despite herself.

"Ooooh, babe..." Lana moaned. She set down the glasses, so as not to spill or break anything. She gripped the edge of the sink, starting to lose control of her urges. She bore down a bit, and her sex bugled out into her underwear just slightly...

Abruptly, Gabby removed her hands, realizing she may have been working things up too quickly. She came up next to her girlfriend and grabbed a glass. "Sorry...let's rehydrate and get back to the bedroom."

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The walk back to the bedroom was even more laborious. Both women were getting very close to giving birth to their final babies...Lana's was more than ready to start crowning again, and Gabby's wasn't very far behind. The girls waddled toward the bed huffing and puffing, Lana slightly doubled over while Gabby was slightly bow-legged. Once there, they crawled up on their hands and knees, flopping onto their sides so that they could face each other. They reached their arms out in a loving embrace, as close as their could get with their round bellies between them.

Gabby ran her fingers through Lana's messy hair, looking into her eyes. "Thank you again...so much," she whispered. "This has been...nggghh...so incredible."

"Pregnant you is- ghhh- just as beautiful as I'd imagined," Lana said, trying not to let her voice sound so strained. "I'm so glad I- hooo- nghh...c-could make this happen."

"I wish- uunngghhh...!" Gabby groaned, grimacing and clutching her tight belly.

Lana put her hand alongside Gabby's, rubbing her girlfriend's gravid swell. "Are you feeling pushy?"

Gabby simply nodded. Lana kept rubbing her girlfriend's belly, letting her work through the contractions and urges. She tried to take in as much sensory information as possible, so that she would always remember what her partner's pregnant belly felt like.

At the same time, Lana was actively fighting back from pushing. She had her legs pressed together, almost crossed, and noticed that Gabby was doing the same.

After the contraction faded, Gabby took a deep breath and stared at Lana again. "You know, babe...hoooo...I feel like I've barely done anything for you...come here."

She shifted down, so that her head was more in line with Lana's chest. She took the breast resting on top into her mouth and began to suckle.

Lana gasped, immediately feeling jolts of pleasure. Gabby had of course played with her tits before, but it never felt this good. She hugged Gabby with one arm and weaved her fingers into her girlfriend's hair.

"God damn, you taste good," Gabby said through her teeth, as she started to nibble and lick, taking in milk. "This is...mmhh...a whole new level of sexy."

A moan escaped Lana's throat as she gripped the back of Gabby's head, holding her in close. The erotic pleasure was once more washing away her inhibitions, and she felt the need to push overcome her. She lifted her top leg, opening up her hips and giving the baby room to emerge.

Gabby kept sucking, now using one hand to rub Lana's belly. "You feel so...unngh, fertile...like you were meant to carry babies..."

"Ooooh, baaabe..." Lana groaned, scrunching up her face as she bore down. She realized she couldn't stop herself from pushing, not with Gabby stimulating her body like this. She felt her labia parting, the head crowning once more into her shorts. "Nnguuhh...oh! Ahh, f-fuck! B-abe, it's...nnnh!!!"

Gabby took her mouth off Lana's breast, scooting herself back up a bit. She let the hand on Lana's belly drift down between her legs. "Mmh...push for me, baby."

Now Lana really couldn't stop. For the first time, she pushed with everything she had. She growled in pleasure and pain as the head quickly pressed outward into her shorts, into Gabby's hand...but it could go no further than that. If the two layers of shorts weren't enough of a barrier, the hand definitely was. Lana's baby was stuck at just about a full crown, leaving her the gasp and moan helplessly.

"Shhh, take it easy," Gabby said. She started to rub gentle circles on the bulge in Lana's pants. "Just take it in...feel how it's stretching you."

Lana slowed her breathing and tried to relax, despite the pressure. She felt the tightness of her belly, the indescribable sensation of fullness in her groin. The full weight of her baby, right there, ready to be born...and Gabby's hand, coaxing it to stay in place. She thought about Gabby calling her fertile, and how much she enjoyed that...how great it felt to be bearing life...

After a moment, Gabby retracted her hand a bit. It was now time for her to start grimacing and moaning, earning Lana's attention. She saw that Gabby had curled up more, and had opened her legs up a bit. Lana took her hand from Gabby's back and brought it down past their pregnant belly, down between her girlfriend's legs, where there was another lump forming.

"You're...crowning, too," Lana breathed.

Gabby nodded again, frantically. "A-a little..."

The two just lay there for a moment, entangled in each other. Their bellies pressed into one another, their tits both leaking drops of milk onto the sheets. Their hands between each other's legs, each cradling the head of an emerging baby, confined by tight clothes. It was an intensely intimate moment that neither had ever experienced or thought they would experience. The whole time, they looked in each other's eyes, communicating a thousand things but saying nothing.

Eventually, something had to give. Lana watched as Gabby bore down again, and felt as the baby's head pushed out further into her palm. Gabby grunted, "Babe...I love you, but...I don't think we can keep doing this forever..."

"I...I know..." Lana sighed. She tensed up as her baby pushed out just a bit further, despite the restraints. "I just...fuck, I'm gonna miss being pregnant..."

Gabby chuckled, despite her straining. "Heh...and to think, you were so- mmggh- freaked out at first."

"I just didn't know what was going on!" Lana said. "Like, nngggh- I didn't even drink any guh...Gravidade, right? So how...?"

"Maybe it was...gggh...that light you saw," Gabby joked.

"Who fucking knows. I just know it- mmggh, fuck- won't be this easy to be pregnant again..."

Gabby removed her hand from between Lana's legs and placed it tenderly on her belly. "Well, nngh- never say never," she said. "We could get pregnant again...be surrogates, or something...and for a...hooo...whole nine months, too."

"I guess...you're right," Lana said. She felt herself pushing again, and this time, the head was at a full crown, about to force itself out into her tight shorts. "Okay...gggh!...I'm done...let's get these babies out."

The two had held out long enough. They feverishly went to remove their shorts, but it was easier said than done. They were so swollen and sweaty, and the fabric so tight, that it took a lot of effort just to peel them off their hips.

"Mggh- oh god," Gabby grunted, trying to wiggle her hips as she tugged her shorts down past her ass. "It's fucking c-cominggg!"

"Ooh, oh, ohhhhh...!" Gabby moaned, her remaining strength split between pushing out the baby and pulling off her clothes. Every inch she pulled her shorts down, the baby emerged to fill the space. The head popped out, and she shuddered.

Gabby had gotten her shorts down to her knees, and that was enough for her. Her baby was already halfway out by the time she got on all fours to push. "NnggGHUOOAAH!!"

As Gabby's baby slid out, Lana gave up on trying to full remove her shorts, opting to flop on her back and bear down.

"HHHRNNGH! GAAH!" Lana bellowed, giving her final push. The baby had just enough room to come out, landing in Lana's shorts like a hammock.

Totally spent, the two girls collapsed onto the bed, resting in their own pools of sweat, milk, and birth fluids.

"Guh...we did it, babe..." Gabby panted. "We fucking did it."

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Unfortunately, the two couldn't rest for very long, because they had a lot to take care of. They took turns using the restroom, cleaning themselves up, and getting dressed into pajamas.

Lana stripped the bed and picked up the rug to make a laundry pile, while Gabby went and retrieved the empty bottle of Gravidade from the living room floor, as a keepsake.

At the end, the two sat on the bedroom floor, hugging each other. Gabby kissed the top of Lana's head softly while Lana rubbed her back.

"Best Valentine's Day ever, huh?" Lana asked.

"Yeah," Gabby breathed. She quietly looked over at the ottoman, where six whole newborns were now sleeping soundly.

"So, uhhhh...now what?"

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THE END

[yourtypicalhuman09]

Beyond The Bat

(Neglected Reader x Yandere batfam)

Chapter 2: Hidden Truths

TW!!! Cursing !!Dark AU!!Mentions of Rape and Violence(not towards reader)!!

(N/N)- your nickname

3rd POV

The long twisting halls of the manor glowed radiantly with a childlike joy. Colorful drawings were plastered on walls and little trinkets and toys were scattered along rooms and hallways causing the young boy walking down the hall to chuckle and smile amusedly. 'What am I going to do with you' he thought to himself, smirking as he heard the small giggles of his sweet little sibling coming from his room. The boy walking into his room smiling at the sight of the young child laying on his bed kicking their feet as they drew.

"(N/N) you know you have to pick up after yourself after playing"

The little child immediately jumped up with excitement and ran towards the boy who opened his arms for a hug.

"Jay!"

(Y/N) squealed with joy as they jumped up into Jason's arms giving him their best attempt of a bear hug. Jason ran his fingers through their soft locks as he sat on the bed peering at their drawing.

"So what did you draw (N/N)?"

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up with excitement as they scrambled off Jason's lap to grab their drawing.

"Look Jay it's you, me, Dickie, and daddy! We're on one of those night adventures you guys promised me I could go to when I'm older!"

Jason looked at his little sibling, who held up their drawing proudly, with an affectionate smile. The drawing was as colorful as the others scattered in the manor, it depicted four figures on top of a tall building looking at the city hand in hand. Jason loved that his little sibling wanted to be with them, when they get older he hopes that they'll still want to go with them even after knowing the truth that these midnight adventures are more dangerous than their innocent mind may think. The image of him helping his beloved younger sibling train and fight by his side makes his heart swell with joy.

"It's beautiful (N/N), just a few more years and it'll be real"

"Really?! Pinkie promise?!"

Jason smiled fondly at little (Y/N) and wrapped his pinkie finger around theirs

"Yeah, pinkie promise..."

(Y/N) POV

I woke up huffing and sweating, looks like I fell asleep working on my project. After school I had met up with Cyrus and he dropped off the supplies I asked him to get. I was currently working on the biggest project of my entire life I need to get serious, no more sleeping or slacking off. Gotham was easily one of the most dangerous places in the US, even with all the heroes patrolling the area crime rates are through the roof. Despite what most think Gotham Prep isn't filled with only rich kids, there's also kids coming from middle or low class families who work their asses off to make sure their children have good lives. Unfortunately most who work here are bastards who submit to bribery or are just simply biased towards the rich, I however have no such bias. Casualty rates are extremely high for children, buses and schools are constantly in the crossfire of massive fights and unfortunately due to bad city planning there's pubs, clubs, and bars dangerously close to many schools. Rape and death are nothing new to even young children, it's sick and horrible but it's true. The police and heroes are preoccupied with keeping people safe from villains and bigger threats, so I've put it on myself to make something to at least help all the children, poor or rich, because at least most have themselves and loving friends and families to live for. I want to make some sort of public child safety technology and years of seeing Tim work and learning about technology has given me some sort of advantage to figuring this out. I have only the resources to make one for the school but hopefully it's successful and spreads to other schools and homes.

"Oh you're awake.! Mornin sleepin beauty."

I looked up to see Cyrus walk in chuckling and holding a plate of food.

"why are you here... you didn't have to wait here at the school with me."

"Oh no it's no problem at all! Plus I was worried about you, you've been workin yourself to the bone as of late."

I froze and looked at him but he just stood there with the same grin he always wears as if it was truly nothing. Why the hell would he be worried about me? No one ever worries about me so why does he? Why why why why why why why why why why why why why wh-

"Hey it's ok (Y/N), breathe in and out... breathe with me..."

I could barely hear anything he was saying but when he put a hand on my shoulder and guided me to breathe slower I could feel myself calming down.

"(Y/N)... I know your situation at home isn't the greatest but trust me you're safe with me... I care about you (Y/N)..."

I looked up at Cyrus, he was almost unrecognizable, I've never seen him this serious and worried before. Usually he's the stupid silly one and I'm the collected one-. Red hot embarrassment shot straight though me as I scrambled away from him and straightened myself out.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that Cyrus, I would appreciate it if we never talk of this shameful event."

I turned and walked away, missing the way Cyrus' face crumpled further with worry, despair, and longing. Missing the words of reasoning he tried to make me listen to, 'No (Y/N)... it's ok... nothing shameful...come back'.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry for being gone for so long😭🙏 School has been killing me plus practice ugh shoot me now🥲🔫 Anyways I hope y'all like this chapter and like always thank you for reading and I hope y'all have a good day/night!

Credits to khaer for the dividers

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[imaginespazzi]

GUYS GUYS GUYS I FINALLY GET TO GIVE Y'ALL THOUGHTS AND HAVE THE YELLING BE OUT OF LOVE AND HYPE AND EXCITEMENT (should tell you in advance that a lot of this might be in cap because I'm so fucking happy)

AZZI FUDD

OH MY GOODNESS AZZI FUDD

LIKE BABYGIRL YOU HAD ME WORRIED A LITTLE BIT IN THE FIRST I CANNOT LIE LIKE I WAS GONNA HAVE TO MUTE YOU ON TWITTER AND SHIT

BUT THAT'S MY BAD CAUSE AZZI FUDD 3RD QUARTERS??? INSANE SHIT

Like honestly she was just....wow. Brilliant, spectacular, amazing. And I have to just point out what a testament this is to the growth in her mentality because there's a version of Azzi who would've gone 2-10 and then just stopped shooting. But not this one and man oh man was it freaking awesome. Also the 5 rebounds? Means the world to me actually. And what's being talked about less is that she played hella good defense today and kept Pao Pao from ever getting into a rhythm.

POINT GUARD PAIGE BUECKERS

WELCOME HOME SWEEHEART WE HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH

MY GOAT FINALLY GOT HER DOUBLE DOUBLE ALMOST A TRUPLE

You know what it didn't matter that, that basket coulda been the size of an ocean and Paige still might not able to get a ball through it because Paige was the heart of the offense. THAT'S MY LEADER. MY PG. MY OFFENSE MOVER. And she did it beautifully, all while occasionally having to defensively play PF.

SARAH MF-ING STRONG AMAZING AS PER ALWAYS. Like truly what is there to say about Sarah because she's just always so consistently good and that one half-court steal? OH I STOOD UP AND EVERYTHING

OH AND OF COURSE ANOTHER DOUBLE DOUBLE FOR MY NFOY

JANA EL ALFY BEST GAME OF THE SEASON AND OH MY GOD THAT HUSTLE??? Y'ALL SEE THAT HUSTLE? IT'S BEEN THERE ALL SEASON TBH BUT IT REALLY SHONE THROUGH TODAY AND THAT FIRST MOVE WHEN SHE CROSSED THAT GIRL OVER? OH THAT'S WHEN I REALLY STARTED TO BELIEVED. Just amazing work from MY center and miss girl didn't even miss a layup today I think (even if she did we didn't see it okay?)

ASHLYNN YEEHAW SHADE GIRL I HAVE YELLED AT YOU (and I still side-eye the hell out of you off the court for that follow) BUT M'AM YOU SHOWED UP! Those 3 threes really set the tone for the whole game and like she has all season, Ash hustled on the glass constantly and she saved some really important posessions.

KK GIRL THAT ENERGY BEEN CONSISTENT EVERY BIG MATCHUP AND YOUR TEAM FINALLY MATCHED IT! And those two fouls on Milaysia that she drew? Crucial shit forreal. Defense was great, made the right moves offensively AND DIDN'T GET BLOCKED ON A DRIVE!!

KC HAD A SOLID GAME!! Quiet 10 tbh I barely realized she'd gotten double digits but I did notice every basket and you could see her being aggressive about it and that's so important.

AUBREY BBG GOT SOME GOOD MINUTES TOO!!! Hard to say if she should've gotten more after such a dominant performance by but her presence is always great and I think really deflated SC, seeing her come off the bench in the 2nd half when we were already demolishing.

REBOUNDING REBOUNDING REBOUNDING. I been yelling all season and then we play the best rebounding team in the country an out-rebound them? SHUT ME UP UCONN

DEFENSE IN GENERAL? SO FUCKING GOOD. They couldn't get nothing going and we didn't do any of that overhelping shit (again mayhaps that's the adrenaline but even if we did, I didn't see it) and it was just lockdown at all time JUST AMAZING

And finally, no one I have yelled at more than Geno fucking Auriemma. AND THIS IS WHY. BECAUSE GRANDPA IS THE BEST COACH IN THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN FOR YEARS. AND WHEN HE REMEMBERS THAT AND COACHES LIKE IT, LOOK AT WHAT WE CAN DO. Like this man did everything right today. He gave the ball to Paige, he called the right timeouts, he ran the right plays at the right time, subbed the right people in and out the same time AND LIKE THIS IS MY FUCKING HALL OF FAME CAOCH. DO THIS EVERY GAME GODDAMN ION LIKE YELLING AT YOU EITHER GRANDPA.

MAN OH MAN I AM SO FREAKING PROUD OF THIS TEAM LIKE I CANNOT EVEN EXPLAIN TO Y'ALL JUST HOW PROUD I AM. THIS IS THE POTENTIAL THAT HAS BEEN THERE THE WHOLE TIME AND THEY JUST HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO SHOW AND LOOK AT THAT THEY FINALLY DID. AND MORE THAN ANYTHING ALL I WANTED FROM THIS TEAM IS TO JUST COME OUT AND LOOK LIKE THEY FUCKING WANTED IT AND THEY DID AND THEY GOT WHAT THEY WANTED JUST LIKE I KNEW THEY WOULD IF THEY JUST PLAYED TO WIN!!

[totalswag]

!unexpected surprise! ☆ drew starkey ☆ chapter one

authors note first chapter of my series omg!

summary in which you're cautious when Drew Starkey sneaks into your DMs following a casual encounter at a party. he is well-known for his role in a popular tv show and movies—has millions of fans. the two of you start communicating quietly, slipping minutes between his hectic schedule and your social media responsibilities. the secrecy adds to the excitement, but as the media learns about your link, it becomes increasingly difficult to hide.

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You are well-known in the social media world. You've been given the opportunity to build close relationships with your supporters—to develop a family and be yourself. Features everything from trip vlogs to fashion hauls, insightful conversations, and humorous content. Your work has built up a big following, with which businesses compete to cooperate. However, you value privacy and provide just the most basic information to your supporters.

Eight o'clock rolls around. Stella gets to your apartment dressed and ready for the night. Before heading out, you both walked to the kitchen to get your pre-game drinks made. Music playing from your speaker sitting on the table in the living room⎯keeping the energy high. 

Tonight you are wearing a jeans with a black tank top with a red heart in the middle along with a cute jacket. Hair and makeup was a little different for the night. Of course, you needed your earrings and twi necklaces. You felt good about yourself.

"No joke, I've been rummaging through my closet for a good outfit," you say as you place the cups down. "I'm not sure why I'm having this strange feeling, but," pause, "who knows what it is about," shaking your head.

"Maybe you'll find your future lover?" she exclaimed dramatically, twisting the cap of the tequila bottle. She put the shots into two tiny glasses. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" she mocked, offering you a shot.

"How can I refuse" you say, smirking and clinking your glasses together.

Stella has been your best friend for seven years, and you are forever grateful to her. She's the type of friend that would drop everything in a moment to be with you and ensure you have a nice time. Her quirky characteristics will make you giggle until your abs hurt.

The drive to the party took twenty minutes. By the time Stella and you get to the neighborhood gate and are let inside, she has taken a few turns and there are several cars parked on the side. Fortunately, Stella found the right spot near the house.

The house was already alive with energy⎯music blared through the air, and groups of people huddled around in conversation, drinks in hand. Stella and you strolled through the crowd of people, her enthusiasm clear. "There they are!" She waved to a small gathering near the kitchen.

One of the girls in the group, carrying a drink, looked over her shoulder, her face lighting up with a smile as she noticed you both going over. "Oh my gosh, so glad you could make it!" Her voice was full of enthusiasm, “I’m Leah and this is Jake.”

"Nice to meet you both, I'm Y/N, and thank you for inviting us," you say politely, shaking each of their hands in a soft gesture. 

As the night continued on, you and Stella stayed by each other. Got the chance to introduce yourselves to new faces around the party and strike conversations. Saw a few familiar faces you’ve worked with before too. Leah and Jake were extremely amazing, keeping you laughing non-stop with their jokes.

And then he walked in.

Drew Starkey.

You spotted him right away⎯tall, effortlessly calm, and commanding without trying. He was deep in conversation with a few people before making his way to where you stood, drink in hand. You weren’t expecting him to actually walk up to you either. 

Before you could blink, he’s standing in front of you, “hey, I don’t think we’ve ever met before, I’m Drew” putting his hand out, smiling softly.

Drew Starkey is talking to me? You think to yourself.

“Y/N,” you carefully say, maintaining eye contact.

Conversation begins between you two. It felt so usual for you, and you didn't feel nervous at all⎯you felt serene, as you put it. The way he focused his attention on you and not anybody else made your tummy flutter⎯as if you two were the only ones in the room. Drew was easy to talk to.

Something about the way his eyes lingered suggested he was intrigued. The conversation between you two was comfortable and natural—even when people walked around the party, he remained, inquiring about what you did and why you came here.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do?” he carefully asks⎯it was obvious he didn’t want to go overboard.

Chuckling softly, running your hands through your hair, “I guess you could say I’m in the entertainment industry” you playfully hint, grinning. 

Raising his eyebrows in amusement, tilting his head back, “looks like I’m gonna have to find out another time then?” he asks with confidence⎯you like it.

Before he left your side, he pulled out his phone. “What’s your Instagram?”

You told him, watching as he followed you without hesitation. “Guess I have some catching up to do.”

Later that night, when you got back to your apartment, your phone buzzed with a notification. Stella's eyes nearly fell out their sockets when she glanced at your screen.

drewstarkey followed you.

drewstarkey sent you a message.

This was going to be interesting.

"Shut the fuck up" you both gasped.

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[spiderb00]

In the spirit of Valentines which might be over by the time you read this but what type of dates do you think the kats prefer. Like who’s more to want a chill staying in type of date, who’s more of a fancy dinner or who’s more of a like fun activity like go karting or stuff like that. As always love your stuff and as a college student I totally understand your stress. Hope you’re taking care of yourself and wishing you the best for this semester🫶🏽

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Thank you anon, I feel less alone knowing that more people understand my tiredness. <3 (I'm a little late, sorry)

Sophia would love an intimate date, you'd be cooking together, romantic songs playing over the speaker and the two of you in the kitchen almost burning the meal you made when you were distracted making out.

You'd have dinner by candlelight and exchange gifts you'd made a point of buying. After dinner, you would watch a movie. Actually, it wouldn't be watched all the way through, because you and Sophia simply couldn't keep your hands off each other, especially after the wine you'd had.

Manon would love to go out anywhere with you, and that's really what you do. First you're going for dinner, leaving the restaurant you'd walk around the city, looking for something interesting to do, you'd buy anything she saw in the store windows, and you'd end up at a random concert by an even more random band.

The important thing would be that you would be having A LOT of fun, you both like to feel as free as possible, and exploring the world together was just wonderful. The next morning, you'd be waking up hungover trying to remember where you went, but you'd certainly remember that love was there.

Daniela was more than happy when you took her on a picnic on the beach. You planned everything, a small candlelit dinner in a tent away from people, all to see your girl happy.

You spent a wonderful evening talking, laughing and listening to the sound of the waves. The sparkle in Daniela's eyes made you remember exactly how you fell in love with her, and you were sure to do it again and again.

Lara would be treated like the queen she was born to be, you would take her shopping, buying anything she had her eye on. But soon after, things would start to get more romantic and well-planned.

You'd take her to a music gallery, and she'd be very excited. In the gallery you could play instruments, make your own cool-sounding productions and listen to different versions of songs by your favorite artists. At the end of the day, Lara would be even more excited than at the beginning, talking about all kinds of musical styles and cool things she'd seen.

Megan and you would be jumping for joy in an arcade, but not those simple arcades, but a really cool one that you found while exploring the city in depth. The girl would be like a happy child, and so would you.

Competing in games until you found a game you could play as a pair, then she'd be jumping on you and kissing your lips every time you won. In the end, you'd have lots of tickets, which you'd convert into a big teddy bear that you'd give to Megan.

[munsster]

hey girl!! so i was rewatching season 3 and saw the part where max and eleven are playing the spin the bottle and spying on people and had an idea! what if the reader is babysitting them and the girls drag her in to play and they spin in on steve, so she’s like “alright that’s enough” bc she doesn’t want to invade on her friends privacy but she sits through it anyway, and she hears him talking to robin about how much he likes her and wants to ask her out. IDK i thought that was cute :))

don’t hate the game

A/N: UR SO RIGHT THIS IS SO CUTE. I’m so glad i FINALLYYY found motivation to tackle it <3 (gif creds: @buckysbarnes)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: The girls convince you to play an embarrassing party game from your past. It’s nothing like you remember. 2.4k words

Warnings: pet names (sweetheart, honey), ‘like’, overthinking, implied bullying, stupid pining, insecurity

It's a Friday night in the middle of summer, and you're wondering how you got here. Well, actually you're in your living room, so it's not that great of a mystery, but more confusing than that, you're letting two adolescent girls teach you how to play spin the bottle. If someone had told you at graduation that this is where you'd end up, you'd laugh right in their face.

Who's laughing now.

"But!" Max says, "if you hadn't noticed, none of these people are in the room, so how would we kiss them?"

You fight the urge to sink into your seat, blithely nodding and avoiding anything that might alienate you from your younger counterparts. You're almost sorry you surrendered your night to babysit two capable teens, but you promised El's dad who promised to pay you handsomely. Plus, they seem to like you enough to find you cool. Enough to tell you teenage secrets and complain about their boyfriends.

As they're explaining the rules, a memory creeps in of the first time you ever played this godforsaken party game. On Steve Harrington's floor in eighth grade. The cheers dying off as the mouth of the bottle slowed to a stop in your direction. No one expected him to actually lean over and kiss you. Or that you'd stay good friends despite his high school career soaring into stardom while yours sort of... didn't.

"We don't kiss them!" El chirps with an excited glint in her eye. The girls lean in like it's the first time they're hearing the rules but you're almost certain they made them up.

"Right. Instead, El here becomes our spy. I'm not exactly sure how it works, but she can see into their conversations or something. It's wicked." Max looks to El with something like admiration.

Intrigued, you glance down at the post-it notes arranged in a circle, scribbled with assorted names from yearbooks and yellow pages. A few you recognize: Mike and Lucas, one of the Hawkins Middle math teachers, even Will’s mom wasn’t safe from their antics.

But among the many names, you're most drawn to Steve. The way the letters loop and curl into his name, you go a little dizzy imagining that you really were playing the game. That he was seated across from you now. That he might lean over like he did the first time while your mind raced with a thousand possibilities. It's a prank or a dare or his wholehearted commitment to the game, anything other than his own free will.

You blink out of your silly, nostalgia-fueled trance when Max presses the cold glass bottle to your palm.

"You first."

They giggle and fall into each other when you half-twist the bottle. You're still in disbelief that you agreed to this as you watch the bottle spin, ticking off names as it loses momentum.

"Who is that?" you ask, leaning closer as if you'd read the yellow post-it wrong.

"Oh," El says. She cringes away from the board and crosses her arms over her chest in defiance.

"That bitch from P.E.," Max grumbles, and you have half a mind to scold her if you hand’t found universal bitch-aversion endlessly amusing. "You can spin again, she's not worth the trouble anyway."

You imagine your dream game once again. The bottle flies in the other direction at your fingertips, haywire and picking up a new gravity. It draws a wild, fiery line beneath your stare as you consider the possibility of Steve. It slows and slows until it's spinning almost at the same pace as Earth from a distance. Listening to the roaring sound of the universe as the bottle turns. Turns and turns and turns. Your eyes light up.

The girls giggle.

"No," you say sternly, regretting all your daydreams and fantasies in the face of cold, hard reality. "No, not Steve."

"Please!" they whine.

"Ladies, that's enough. He's a good friend, we're not spying on him."

They act like kicked puppies, though you know they're tricking you as they pout and bat their eyes. You know they know more than they should. About you. You and your feelings towards Steve Harrington. Something they discovered through a quiz in some teeny bopper magazine or other. Those magazines that somehow hold the secrets of the universe and the answers to every haircare question.

“Come on, I’ll make us popcorn and we can start a movie. A horror, if you really want.”

They seem satisfied enough, springing to the couch and settling into the cushions there.

The stove heats slowly. You fish through your cabinet for the last pan of Jiffy Pop, peeling back the thin cardboard cover when you hear snickering from the other room.

“What’s he saying?” Max whispers. You strain to hear her with your back pressed to the wall, just out of sight.

You shouldn’t be eavesdropping. You know better. You’re not a prepubescent girl anymore, you’re the babysitter with responsibilities. Like a job. Yet, you can’t seem to pull yourself away from the doorway. Every time you hear his name, your heart soars with what-ifs. You feel your eyes slip closed as El speaks.

“Steve is speaking to someone. I see her”—Your heart sinks—“Robin!”

You selfishly let out a breath. You’re mostly thankful he’s not spending his evening alone, but you also knew his friendship with Robin was strictly platonic. Robin had sworn by it without you even having to raise the question. You didn’t have to, she said, she could see it in your face. You wondered if Steve found you that transparent.

“He’s talking about… A girl. Her eyes. A smile. And he’s smiling, too. Oh, wait, now he’s frowning because Robin flicked him,” she says with a playful lilt.

She gasps.

“What?” Max yelps, shifting closer on the squeaky couch.

“Steve wants to confess his feelings. Big feelings, he says. Like-like.”

You not sure if that’s El’s paraphrase of Steve’s so-called big feelings or if the term like-like came from his own mouth. Neither option would surprise you. What does surprise you is that you’d never heard any of this from Steve before. You liked to think you were friends, even one of his best friends. He was surely one of yours. You told each other almost everything because you can’t exactly discuss complex relationships and sex with middle schoolers.

But you’d never heard of Steve’s seemingly new, mystery like-liker lover.

“He’s thinking of asking her out. Robin told him he might as well, it’s obvious that the girl he’s talking about likes him back. He doesn’t agree,” El says, her brows furrowed beneath the thick black blindfold, “Robin’s shouting. Steve looks sad.”

“What’s she saying?” Max whispers.

“Shh! ‘You like her so much, you might as well tell her and let her react. But I’ll say this, she’s going to say yes. That girl has been in love with you since the eighth grade’. He’s thinking.”

“Think faster, hair-brain!”

El giggles, her face suddenly falling serious. “‘Really?’” You stifle a laugh at the deeper voice she affects.

“‘She’s never said anything to me about it’. Robin looks angry. ‘Obviously, dingus! Do you go around telling people you’re in love with them?’”

“She has a point,” Max says. “Who’s he talking about?”

“I don’t know—Oh! Here we go,” El huffs, fists clenched eagerly, “He’s making a plan to ask her out, he’s going to call her. He’s getting up—”

Just then, the popcorn bursts from its aluminum confines with a bang. You let out a strangled noise between a yelp and a grumble, annoyed at the rude and very loud interruption. As you set the burner knob in place, you consider the fact that Steve has very real feelings for someone else. Someone who’s just not you. And as you shake the popcorn into a ceramic bowl, the landline rings.

“Will someone get that?” you call, grabbing a few small packages of sweets stashed in the cabinet. You hear the girls spring from the couch, and you shuffle into the living room to a giddy scene huddled around the receiver.

“Yes, she’s here!” El squeals. There’s a muffled response from the other line, and they share a conspiratorial glance.

“It’s for you,” Max says, handing you the phone with a smirk.

“Thank you. Go pick a movie while the popcorn’s hot.” You clear your throat, preparing yourself for the worst. Maybe your boss firing you or a repo man taking your TV. “Hello?”

“Hi, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to interrupt girl’s night, I can call back later,” Steve’s gentle voice filters clear through the speaker. In the silence, static hums, and you press the phone closer to your ear.

Trying to listen for what he might be thinking. He sounds like rain. Like Sunday and a lack of pressure. He sounds inviting and warm like that big green sweater he’s always wearing. If only you knew he wears it because you adore it. You tell him every time; why would he ever stop.

“No!” you chirp, “no, perfect timing actually, we were just about to start a movie.”

“Oh! That sounds fun,” he says. You fidget with the springy cord, facing away from the living room and from the attention of the two flittering girls.

“Yeah,” you say, hoping he doesn’t recognize the disappointment coloring your tone. “So, how’d it go?”

He chokes a little. “How’d… what? Go?” There’s a soft snicker from the other line at his incidental voice crack.

“Your… I mean, did you have something you wanted to tell me?”

The line dips, but you hadn’t heard the telltale plastic clatter of a hang up. Just soft shuffling and a curse from under his breath. You curdle at the near silence.

“What did Robin tell you?” he grumbles.

“What? Nothing. Was she supposed to?”

“Well, no! I just called to tell you—”

He goes silent, and this time you’re actually convinced he hung up. There’s no sound at all, and you double check your receiver to make sure the problem’s not on your end.

“Stevie?”

“Yep, sorry. Just… feel silly.”

“Okay, you’re starting to scare me a little,” you hum, clutching onto the handheld.

“No! Sorry, not trying to scare you, honey, I just need to get something off my chest. But it’s not scary. Or, well, I guess it could be taken that way, and that would be okay. A little sad, but yeah, no hard feelings—”

At this point, you’re sure he’s talking about his prospective date. He knows you have a stupid, obvious crush on him, and he’s trying to soften the blow of new romantic conquest. Of course, introducing his new girlfriend to you would be terrifying, but you’d always put on a brave face for Steve. He knows that. He’d do the same for you.

“Steve?”

“Yeah.”

“Just get it over with,” you sigh, leaning your head against the wall and bracing for heartache.

“Right. Not trying to waste your time. Here goes.”

I’ve got a new, smoking hot girlfriend who just agreed to go on a date with me. And she’s got beautiful eyes and a gorgeous smile, and I’ve been in love with her since I can remember, and we’re gonna run away together forever and get married and have perfect babies.

“I like you,” he huffs.

“Well, duh, I like you, too, you’re only my closest friend,” you say. You’re tense, waiting for the other shoe to come hurling through the skylight. “Now, tell me.”

“No, sweetheart, I like-like you. Have since I was nine. Miss Boyd’s class, if I’m not mistaken.” There’s a soft thud like his forehead colliding with the wall beside his phone.

You inhale a shaky breath. He’s kidding, and it’s a prank. Your heart races, and you want to curse him out for picking on you. He should know better. Right?

“Steve,” you warble, “please tell me you’re joking.”

There’s more shuffling, muffled voices, and you think you’ve just exposed one long drawn out joke. You’re about to hang up with what’s left of your dignity when he says:

“Are you rejecting me?”

He sounds almost mad. Hair ruffled, skin on edge. How you imagine his father might sound just before one of his awful fits. But there’s something much softer to Steve, more understanding. Hurt like a child.

Still, you can’t help you suspicion.

“Quit it. I know it’s a joke, don’t drag it out.”

“Hey, wait a second,” he urges, “It’s not a joke. I like you. A lot.” He says it so softly, your heart just might believe him. As if all the stars have aligned, and he’s actually confessing his feelings for you. You didn’t think the stars did that. Not really, anyway.

There’s a new tune to his voice you’d almost name teasing, “c’mon, don’t leave me hangin’.”

And just like that, he’s back in school again, fawning over you from a distance, finding an excuse to tag you during recess only to avoid you in class so you wouldn’t see him blush. He’s back to whispered secrets through the phone at midnight so he’s parents wouldn’t catch him. He only ever told you what wouldn’t give him away. He’s back to not letting you pay for your ice cream and shrugging it off with a smile. He’s back, and he might just be yours.

“I—Sorry, you like me? Like like-like, like enough to ask me on a real date?” you huff. He chuckles.

“Well, that last part kinda depends on whether or not you like me back. But yes, I like-like like like-like you.”

You spin to face the living room only to be confronted by an empty popcorn bowl and two fidgety, blushing, wide-eyed teens. They urge you for answers, gesturing wildly and wiggling towards you across the floor.

“Of course, I like you. I thought you knew.”

“Everyone keeps saying that. I guess I was too distracted,” he admits.

“I guess we both were,” you say, unable to keep a grin from your face, succumbing to joy as your fingers dance along the telephone cord.

“So, how about that date?” It escapes him barely above a whisper. He can’t believe he’s actually saying it after all this time. The only thing that convinces him it even came out is your soft laughter.

“Sounds wonderful!”

“Good!” he coos.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Great, yeah. That’s… I can’t wait.” He’s earnest until his cheeks hurt, and Robin teases him for it.

“Tomorrow, it is,” you purr, nearly in tune with the low hum of the receiver, “I’ll call you later.”

“Bye, sweetheart. Don’t forget: I like-like you.”

You smile, slotting the phone back into its place. A chorus of giggles erupts at your feet. Spin the bottle had been a good idea, after all.

stranger things masterlist

[ateezscupid]

─── FEB FILTH FEST: Streets - PHONE SEX ♡

SUMMARY / Because of your boyfriend's busy schedule, the only time you two can hangout is on the phone.

warnings ✩ SMUT, switch!jongho, switch!reader, fem!reader, established relationship, phone sex, masturbation, voice kink, idol!au, funny dirty talk (hilarious couple warning!!), praise, both of you are needy and desperate as hell

word count ✩ 2,03k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @bbdeongi @dawn-iscozy @xh01bri @mallielovssyou @clxssy1997 @soreberry @nopension @kitten4sannie @faeriehwas @lustfxq @ashistrashhhhhh @hwallazia

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST / FEB FILTH FEST

"Jonghooo," you held your phone up to your face, fixing your pillow underneath your head. "When do you think you'll be free again?"

"I'm not sure, babe," he sighed, the sound of his voice echoing over the speaker. "The label keeps pushing our comeback date and I can't really do much about that."

You huff, feeling the weight of his words. "It's just…it's been so long since we've actually seen each other and touched each other."

"I knowwww," he says gently, "but you know how much this means to me. To us."

"I knowww! But I miss you! And I need you," you pouted, the ache of loneliness tightening in your chest.

"Really? You need me?" Jongho's voice perked up, a hint of a smile in his tone. "Well, I've got an idea."

You sat up, eyes widening at the sudden excitement in his voice. "What is it?"

"How about I send you something to remember me by?" He suggested, his smile growing. "Something you're very familiar with?"

"Like what? One of those plushies that I said I wanted!?" You ask hopefully, thinking of the cuddly toy version of Jongho that you had pointed out at the fan meet.

"Better," he said mysteriously. "Hold on,"

You could hear him rustling around in his sheets, the sound of a zipper and more rustling. He went quiet for a moment and all you did was hum patiently, staring at your phone's screen until a notification popped up. A message from Jongho.

"Jongie…" you murmured as you tapped the notification, expecting a photo or a voice note. Instead, you found a short video. The screen lit up with Jongho's smiling face, his cheeks a little flushed and his hair messier than usual.

"Aw, cute-!" you paused seeing him angle the camera down to show the growing bulge in his pants, "Oh my god, Jongho."

"Hm?" He hummed, feigning innocence as he looked up at the camera. "I figured, if I can't be with you, you could be with me, in a way." His hand wrapped around the bulge, stroking it lightly, and your heart raced.

"Jongho, are you-" You stuttered, blushing deeply as you watched his fingers deftly unbutton his pants, "are you really going to do that?"

"D'you not want me to?" He teased, his hand still playing with the zipper of his pants. His eyes sparkled with mischief, the camera catching every moment as he slowly lowered it to reveal the outline of his hardening length.

"We've just never done this before! You've never jerked off to me on the phone! At least - not to my knowledge…" You whispered, your voice shaking with a mix of excitement and nerves.

Jongho chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours through the camera. "Well, tonight will be your first time having virtual sex with me." He chuckles a bit. "But if you're uncomfortable, I can always just send a picture…"

"Hell no, I've been horny all fucking week." you blurted out, your face burning hotter than a volcano. "I want the full experience," you added, trying to play it cool despite the way your heart was racing and your panties were already getting wet at the thought.

Jongho grinned. "Alright, if you're sure," He said, his hand sliding his zipper down. You watched, your eyes glued to the screen as his cock sprang free. It was thick and hard, standing tall against the black fabric of his boxers. You bit your lower lip, your breath hitching.

"S-So what do I do, just, like, talk you through it? Do I finger myself? What?" You asked, trying to sound more confident than you felt. Your hand hovered over your own shorts, unsure of how to proceed.

"Duh, finger yourself," Jongho chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "And lemme see, pretty."

"Shut up!" you roll your eyes and push your shorts and underwear down, laying back down on your bed. You spread your legs, feeling a thrill run through your body as you realized how exposed you were. You looked at the phone screen, watching Jongho's cock throb slightly in the dim light of his room.

"Wow, it's like we're in a movie," you giggle nervously, trying to ease the tension.

Jongho laughs, stroking himself more confidently now. "Yeah, like a really, really X-rated version of 'You've Got Mail'."

"You've got dick." you bite your lip, rubbing your clit in circles. "It's definitely more exciting than a good book and a cup of tea," you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

"You don't even drink tea." you could hear his voice becoming more strained with each stroke and you shakily giggle.

"Well, I don't have a penis either, but here we are," you quipped, sliding a finger into your wet folds and letting out a soft moan.

"S-Shut up! You know I hate that word, it's so awkward!"

"Penis," you whisper and giggle, turning to your side and moving your clit faster. "F-Fuck,"

Jongho chuckled, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. "B-Baby, that's not helping!" He groaned, his eyes half-closed with pleasure. "But it's definitely hot."

"What's hot?" You ask, your voice low and sultry.

"D-Don't make me say it again…" he mumbles, hissing as he rubbed his tip with his thumb, a bead of precum glistening in the soft light.

You laugh, the sound echoing through the phone. "Fine, but you know I'm just teasing," you pant, your own hand sliding in and out of your pussy, the wetness of your arousal coating your fingers. "M-My fingers are barely doing anything.."

"Use your dildo." Jongho suggested with a grin, his eyes flickering down to the bedside drawer where you kept your favorite toy. "I want to watch you really go at it."

You blush but don't hesitate. You're already feeling hot and bothered, and the thought of using your dildo while he watches sends a thrill through you. You grab it and show it to the camera. "Is this what you meant?"

"Fuck, y-yeah," Jongho stutters, his hand moving faster on his cock. "That's it, babe. Make it real for me."

You roll your eyes, but the heat in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. You grab your dildo and lube it up, the sound of the squelching noise making you giggle. "Okay, okay, I'll be your porn star for the night."

"Oh, you don't have to go that far," Jongho teases, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. "But if it's for me, I won't complain."

You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at the camera playfully. "You're such a pervert." You lay back down and spread your legs, angling the camera down and rubbing your dildo up and down yours folds.

Jongho laughs, his eyes glued to the screen. "It's not like I haven't seen it before," he says, his voice thick with desire. "But, fuck, watching you do it to yourself is so much hotter than I thought it'd be. Is this what you do when I'm not there?"

"No, I normally just dry and throw a temper tantrum," you deadpan, sliding the dildo inside yourself with a gasp. The coolness of the silicon against your warmth sends a shiver down your spine, and you watch Jongho's eyes widen slightly at the sight. "But, for you," you giggle at the camera, "I'll make an exception."

"You're so mean," Jongho groaned playfully, his strokes becoming more erratic as he watched you start to fuck yourself with the dildo. "But, god, it's hot."

"Am I doing it right?" You ask, your voice a little shaky as you thrust the toy deeper. "You know, for the camera?"

"Y-Yeah," Jongho nodded, his eyes glued to the screen as he watched you thrust the dildo in and out of your wet pussy. "Y-You're doing it just right."

You smirked, feeling a sense of power in knowing you could drive him wild with just your voice and movements. "G-Good to know I'm not completely out of practice, fuck," you said, adding a little more force behind each thrust. "But you're supposed to tell me what to do," you panted. "Boss me around."

"Talk you through it?" Jongho echoed your words, a playful smirk curling on his lips as he watched you work the dildo. "Pretend it's me inside you, baby. That's it, just like that."

"H-How do you want it?" You ask, your voice teasing as you increased your pace, watching his cock jerk in response.

"F-Fast, like I'm fucking you," Jongho managed to say, his eyes glued to the screen as he watched you fuck yourself.

"Fuck, you're so bossy," you giggle, the sensation of the dildo inside you feeling more and more intense as you sped up. "Ohmygod, fuck-!"

"Sorry, baby, I just wanna see you come apart," Jongho's voice was strained, his breaths heavy with desire. "Pretend it's my cock, okay?"

"Mm, I wish it was. I wish so bad," you murmured, closing your eyes and picturing him above you, imagining the time he had you pinned to the bed. "Tell me what you're doing to yourself."

Jongho took a deep breath, trying to keep the conversation light despite his raging arousal. "I'm just… playing with it," he said, his hand tightening around his shaft. "But knowing it's for you is making me so fucking hard."

"Yeah, 'cuz you're obsessed with me," your voice trembles as you push your dildo deeper, feeling it hit your g-spot repeatedly. "F-Fuckfuckfuck-! Oh my god, yes-"

Jongho laughs, his hand flying over his cock, his eyes never leaving your screen. "You're so easy," he teases, his voice thick with arousal. "But that's what I love about you."

"S-Shut up!" You giggle, feeling the heat in your cheeks as you push the dildo deeper. "It's just because I miss you so much -- now please tell me you're close before I squirt all over my fucking sheets-"

Jongho's laugh is cut short by a deep groan. "I-I'm getting there," he pants, his hand moving rapidly. "Fuck, it feels so good,"

"Mm, t-tell me," you encourage, your breath hitching as you feel your orgasm building. "Tell me exactly how it feels."

"It's… tight," Jongho says, his voice strained as he watches you fuck yourself with the dildo. "Like you're squeezing me, baby."

"Well damn, how hard are you squeezing?" you giggle before moaning once again, the dildo's fullness inside of you making your toes curl. "I-I'm gonna come, Jongie," you warned, your voice breathy and full of need.

"Do it," he encourages, his strokes growing more erratic. "Come for me, baby."

"You first," you challenge, your eyes glued to the screen. "I want to watch you lose it."

Jongho's eyes light up with excitement. "W-We can just do it together."

You nod and continue to move your dildo, a moan forcing itself out of your throat as you throw your head back, closing your thighs around your own wrist as you came, squirting loads onto your arm and your sheets. "F-Fuck, ah!"

"Oh my -- god, fuck baby, I'm coming-" Jongho's words were chopped by a guttural moan as he watched you squirt across your bed, his own climax approaching rapidly.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" you teased, your breathing heavy as you watched him. "Wish it was me doing that to you."

That sent him over the edge, He let out what you assumed was a whimper as spurts of cum landed on his wrist and stomach, his abs tensing with the force of his orgasm. "F-Fuck, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.

You laugh, watching him try to catch his breath, your own hand still moving slightly, the aftershocks of your orgasm still pulsing through you. "Well, that was one hell of a performance," you say, your voice still shaky with pleasure.

"My favorite porn star," he mocked your joke from earlier, his voice still a little shaky.

"I'm gonna go clean up. I'm all wet and sticky and slimy and my sheets are ruined." You giggle, your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving with post-orgasmic breaths.

Jongho chuckles, his hand still wrapped around his cock, now softening. "Yeah, me too. At least we had fun making the mess."

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Good Dolls Don't Lie

(A stand-alone follow-up to Good Dolls Play Pretend)

The cafe was on the top floor of the library. The trip into the city was nice; all you needed was to be told the directions once, and you could find stillness as you travelled.

Before long at all, you reach the top of the steps, and see him waiting for you. He notices you and waves, before getting up from his seat, leaving his coat and bag behind to come and great you.

"Hey! Hey, I'm… really glad you made it. Was it cold?"

You smile, giving him a little curtsy. You tell him you're glad, and that the weather wasn't a problem.

"Oh, right, that... yeah. Doll. That makes sense."

The line for the counter is just a few people long, all of them going to sit to wait for their drinks. As they wait, the person is nervous; he's bouncing on his feet and rubbing the lining of his pants pockets. The doll is still.

"Hi there, how can I help you?" The barista asks with a deliberate smile.

"Oh, I'll just have a hot chocolate."

"Of course. And for the doll?"

"Um…" he looked at you.

You politely give the barista your order, a chai latte.

The barista is surprised when it hears you speak your own order. "Alright, coming right up! Please have a seat." She says in a cheery tone, turning back away from you to address the person.

He leads you to your seat. It's in the corner, giving you a wonderful view of the people below. There are people waiting for the bus, walking along the sidewalk as they talk into their phone, and there's even someone sitting just outside of the library trying to eat a sandwich without taking off his mittens.

You're lost in thought, for only a moment. You think about people, how rich the lives and inner worlds are of everyone you see. Every direction you look has a million people doing a billion different things. Every stranger having struggles you could never have the chance to help with.

"H-hey, so uh..." You turn to face the stammering person across the table. You can tell he's still fidgeting with his pockets. "Thanks for meeting up with me today. You really didn't have to... sorry, is 'you' okay?"

You give a polite nod, telling him you don't mind and thanking him for asking.

"I didn't wanna just assume." He smiles back. "Anyway, uh... yeah. I wanted to apologize about the party, I never would've invited you if I knew about the whole, uh..." He gestures towards you.

You forgive him, and thank him for inviting you, and then for recognizing your discomfort in the moment.

He forced a nervous chuckle. "You're not just, like, saying that, right? I know that like, dolls are polite and stuff, but..." He trails off, looking to you expectantly.

You softly shake your head, and tell him that good dolls don't lie.

He exhales, leaning back in his chair. He takes his hands out of his pockets, one resting on the table as the other glides through his long hair. "Okay, that's... really great to hear. I'm glad."

A call for a hot chocolate and chai latte from across the seating area. You begin to stand. "Oh, let me!" He slides out of his seat, turning to leave, but quickly turning back. "Unless you want to? I can like, let you, if this is a doll thing."

You tell him it's fine. You worry about tone a little too late, and decide to smile at him after he's turned back around. He looks excited to be so helpful. It's the closest he's been to the supportive rock he acted as at the party, when he got to help you.

You look back out the window. The sandwich man's given up and taken his mittens off. His hands look cold.

The person sets your tea down in front of you and takes his place. He watches you as you take a sip, seeming almost disappointed when your reaction is poised and subdued. You quickly take a second sip. You compliment the drink to him.

"Oh, cool! Makes sense you've got a taste for that kinda thing." He doesn't smile much, but he doesn't seem all that nervous anymore. He goes to take a sip of his drink, but sets it back down once the heat reaches his lips.

"So, I know tea is like, a doll thing. Is it... is it a physical thing?" He shrugs, unsure of himself. "Like when people are vampires, and normal food stops being, like, tasty."

You explain that it is simply something you enjoy, and your body lacks the needs of a human's.

"Oh, wow, that... yeah, that totally makes sense." He nods along knowingly, as if your words were more for confirmation that information. "So, uh, did it... sorry if this is a weird question, but did it hurt? I mean, when you, became." He stammers, gesturing vaguely in your direction.

You answer him, saying it was uncomfortable yet relieving, and comment that he seems interested in dolls.

"Oh! Well, like, a normal amount, I think." He adds, talking quickly and just a little excited. "I mean, it's just... interesting right? Just the idea that a person can just... stop being themselves. I mean, like, I get the idea that a lot of dolls say they were never human to begin with, but, just, y'know, the whole... becoming. And everything. It's neat."

You ask him if he's considered it.

He moves around more than this entire meeting up to this point as he considers his answer, talking as if he's desperate to convince you of something, but isn't sure what it is. "I...! I mean, like, who doesn't think about that sort of thing, right? I dunno, I mean, maybe if I was, like, one of those dolls they make from scratch, then y'know, obviously that'd be really cool, but like, I've just got, y'know..."

He trails off. He tries to take a sip of his drink and burns himself again.

You ask him, again, if he wants to be a doll.

"I... I mean..." He looks away pensively, his gaze landing out the window. You glance quick, and see that the sandwich-eater has moved, and she has much longer hair than you could see before.

"What are people gonna say?" He shrugs, leaning forward. "I... I've got this whole life as a person. And besides, I... it's not something I really want anyway. I mean, like, you always hear about dolls that always knew, kids that pretended to be dolls on the playground, and I... that's not me. I wouldn't wanna, like... I dunno. I can live with being a person, really, it's not... I don't want it that bad."

You tell him good dolls don't lie.

He almost... flinches, like you touched an exposed nerve. Just beneath the surface, he's fighting off a giddy smile. "Uh, s-sorry, I, uh... yeah, I, I mean... it's..."

You give him a nod, and ask him if he'd like to visit Miss's manor some time. His smile finally bursts to the surface.

. . . . .

The new doll opens the door mere seconds after you knock.

"Oh, sorry, was this one late? It got a little distracted..."

You tell that one that it's fine, and it's perfectly on time. You can't help but peek behind it, only for a moment, seeing the full-length mirror. That wasn't there last night.

"Thank you so much for guiding this one..." The new doll sounds so heartfelt, its voice bubbling with gratitude. "It's... very excited to begin!"

The other doll excitedly follows you out, a spring in its step and a shine in its smile. All of its nervous apprehension cracked and discarded like an eggshell.

[zeedist]

BANG, BANG.ᐟ — ALHAITHAM

summary: carnival date. sfw !! fem!reader x alhaitham, academic setting, carnival setting, short + sweet. word count: 1k proofread: nope.

Yearly, on the outskirts of Sumeru, bright circus carps and twinkling lights are mounted for the Carnival. The scent of something nutty and sweet hung in the air as you strolled through the cheerful bustle of the fair, an arm hooked on your boyfriend's. Alhaitham wasn't a fan of the chaos, the loud noises and people bumping making his nose scrunch. You expected that, what you did not expect however was how he scanned every game and booth as if they were lab specimens.

"All of these are scams," he muttered, needing to lower his head for his voice to reach your ears, "See those rings? They are too small for the bottles, but they give the ilusion that it might fit to trick people into playing."

You found his serious approach humorous, shaking your head. "I'm sure at least one person can win once a night, if not, how has someone not kicked them out yet?"

He raised an eyebrow and you already knew what was about to come — his natural talent was to counter every of your statements, "It's carnival business, as long as they profit, they don't care making a kid or a dozen cry. They make money off the excitement."

"Alright, alright, there is nothing you don't know," you teased with a light nudge, smiling at him in that pretty way that made his heart flutter. "We already are suffering enough with Calculus, do we really need to do a breakdown of the economics of this carnival?"

Alhaitham only chuckled at your comment, his silent way of caving into your words followed by a gentle kiss in your forehead.

Before you said something back, your gaze caught a small trinklet at one of the booths. You aren't sure why it did, but the cute rounded dinosaour shaped charm snatched your attention. Alhaitham noticed that sparkle in your eyes — the one you had when getting your favorite snack, or a perfect score.

Giving you a soft peck on the back of your hand, Alhaitham let go and stepped forward, his wallet already in hand. Crisp bills slipped from his fingers and landed in the owner's outstretched palm, all before he even bothered to ask what the game was about. Shooting, apparently.

The older man behind the counter barely looked up, his expression bored as he waved a hand toward the targets a few meters away. "150 points for the charm," he muttered. The rules were simple: the targets further away were worth 30 points each, while the closer ones only gave 5 points. Fifteen arrows, a ridiculously high price, and a suspiciously old-looking crossbow to top it all off.

"Wait, wait," you blinked, staring at him in surprise. "Didn't you just say all of these games are scams? You’re wasting money—"

Alhaitham shot you a quick smirk as he examined the worn crossbow. "I have enough mora," he replied, his tone soft with you as he drew back the string with a frown. Something about the weapon felt... off. He lifted the notch and took aim, squinting one eye.

Click.

The arrow missed entirely.

Alhaitham didn’t even flinch. He simply loaded another arrow, his tone unbothered. "See? A scam. The crossbow is shifted to aim lower than it should."

"So it’s impossible?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My dear," Alhaitham glanced at you, "I will steal the charm if needed. But we are not leaving here without it."

Click.

The second arrow grazed the smaller target at the back, but didn’t pop it. Alhaitham loaded a third arrow, his expression focused as he adjusted the crossbow. He held it in a position that looked completely wrong — even you could assume that much.

"Perhaps we could try another game—"

Click.

This time, the arrow hit its mark, sinking into the target with a satisfying pop.

Alhaitham turned to you, giving you that smirk — the one that made you want to roll your eyes and laugh all at once. It was the look he wore when he'd cracked a tough problem or uncovered a loophole. The one that practically screamed, did you just see how brilliant I am?

Click.

Click.

Click.

Shot after shot, each arrow found its mark, all hitting the smaller targets at the back. One by one, they popped with crisp sounds. Ten targets, ten perfect shots, 300 points.

Alhaitham handed back the manipulated crossbow to the owner without a second thought. "The charm, please. Two of them."

With an unhappy sigh, the owner didn't dispute the outcome but still reluctantly handing over the charming trinkets. They were small and undeniably cute — tiny dinosaurs with delicate, colorful decorations. One was a gentle green, the other a calming blue.

Alhaitham took the two, his fingers brushing the smooth surface. Usually, when facing decisions, he asked you which you preferred — even when you would tell him to pick. But this time, he skipped that consideration and handed you the green one, his eyes drifting away from yours. His hand covered yours as he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Please take this one... You said green reminds you of me, doesn’t it?”

A soft blush flushed his cheeks. For a moment, he hesitated, finally gathering the courage to meet your gaze, his eyes soft as he confessed, "I hope it will make you think of me more."

He gulped, his voice quieter now, as though the words were difficult to get out. "As much as I think of you, all day and all night."

The charm in your hand, small and smooth, seeping coldness into your skin.

A piece of him, in a way, now for you to carry.

[colorfullyminded]

Talking with a friend about Hunter!Wirt (Pinescone Addition)

@vacz told me to tag them, so here we go. These are some of the more innocent things we talked about-- thank you @xovera-toz for listening to my rambles as usual.

• Not gonna lie-- Dipper matches his freak. Like that boy is curious, pen at the ready, new journal to jot down all the data about Hunter!Wirt and the unknown. Wirt is a little flattered to be the sole subject of a journal, and tends to find himself curled up near Dipper, looking over his shoulder, or head in lap as Dipper writes his daily findings.

•Some of the things Dipper has noted. "Has a habit of Biting. Painful, but also followed by apology licking/grooming. I'm embarrassed to admit I enjoy this more than I should" "Is possessive-- but I once put a hit on a man, so I'm not one to talk" This one was directly from @xovera-toz: Wirt's nonexistent tail wagging because he saw Dipper writing "affectionate" in his journal page

"Watership Down/Monty Python Bunny. Looks innocent/is feral underneath... but also Looks Dangerous/Is Shy and Sweet underneath."

"He's a Freak :heartpulse: :heart: :two_hearts:"

"Very nice to snuggle With-- though tends to not let me leave once he's comfortable" "Scared of abandonment and rejection. Will take a lot of time and patience and trust to work through-- I have my Work cut out for me." "Has threatened to disembowel me if I leave...turned it in my favor (No I will not elaborate) ^((A/N: I can actually elaborate-- but it's a little more mature))

• In most of my Pinescone, my Ford has beef with Wirt for no other reason that it makes me laugh, and Ford being overly suspicious of Wirt (cause my Wirt can be a bit of a sneaky bun bun), as well a critical because he just wants the best for Dipper (even though Wirt is the best. It's a long process of Ford warming up to Wirt-- the way Ford acts around Wirt, is the way Wirt acts around Jason Funderberker). But in this au, now Hunter!Wirt is more dangerous-- more deranged. A lot more aggressive, and it's openly on his sleeve. He actually can hurt Dipper (and has in his excitement/affection). Ford: How could you date something so unstable!? What could be possibly going through your head! Where did this come from? Dipper: (looking at Ford, knowing this man dated Bill Cipher) ...Gee, I wonder....

• Despite sometimes the uncertainty, or stability of Wirt, Dipper can also see underneath he's just a scared boy, desperately trying to be a good brother-- and you know Dipper has a soft spot for good sibling figures. Even though he's aware Greg isn't in the lantern-- he plays along. Example: Wirt waking up and finding Dipper reading to 'Greg' He was only supposed to nap-- he didnt want to be weak and vulnerable-- didn't want to leave his back turned. He woke up frazzled, and panicked-- turning to look for Dipper, expecting him to be gone, or trying to kill him in his sleep. Instead he finds Dipper reading to 'Greg', showing the lantern his journal as he talks about all he's uncovered about his brother.

• Dipper braids Wirt's hair like he learned how to do with Mabel, sometimes putting flowers in it, as he whispers praises and gentle words of comfort. (Mabel has also done a few different hairdo's with Wirt's long mane-- Wirt often feels like a small dog getting fluffed up in those moments, whereas with Dipper it's a little more relaxing with someone who matches his anxiety).

• The both aren't the biggest fans of baths, but they work through it together, Dipper often guiding Wirt into the bath, and usually distracting each other, by talking for hours. They both end up a little prune-y, and a little cleaner-- even if the water is a bit swampy when they get out.

• ((Slightly more suggestive for older Pinescone)): Hunter!Wirt: W-what if I lose control? What if I bite you? What if I I tear you apart in a frenzy? Dipper: ...promise? Hunter!Wirt: !!!! ??? (Not sure how to feel about that reaction)

• Housewife Dipper helping to make this cabin a home, as he softly studies Wirt and the unknown, while balancing the usual ups and downs that comes with his field of intrigue. He's a lot like Jane from Disney's Tarzan. Fascinated-- a bit afraid, but more willing to learn and understand. And the more he does- the more endeared he becomes.

((And those are some of the ideas-- I haven't even gotten into the Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde au portion, but let me know if you want to hear more?))

I'm a little flustered after everything-- I hope you enjoy >///<

[chishiyasdearjacket]

Mean it

Summary: This is a story about Chishiya, a master strategist and a player, who falls for the reader. He struggles to express his feelings, afraid of vulnerability and the possibility of getting hurt. He pushes her away, playing games and acting distant, but his actions only serve to create a rift between them. The reader, hurt and confused, questions his sincerity and doubts his feelings. As the tension builds, they confront each other, and Chishiya finally admits his true feelings. The story explores the complexities of love, the fear of vulnerability, and the struggle to be honest with yourself and the one you love. It's a story of second chances, of learning to trust, and of finding love in unexpected places.

This story is inspired by Lauv's Song "Mean it"

The air hung heavy with the scent of rain and the faint aroma of jasmine from the potted plant on the windowsill. Chishiya sat in his apartment, the city lights a shimmering blur beyond the window. He was lost in his thoughts, replaying the events of the past few weeks, the way you'd been pulling away, the growing distance between you.

He remembered the day he'd realized he was falling for you. It was a simple moment, a shared laugh over a ridiculous game, but it had sparked something within him, a warmth he'd never known before. He'd been hesitant at first, afraid of the vulnerability it exposed, but he'd embraced it, letting himself fall deeper and deeper.

But somewhere along the way, something had shifted. The laughter had faded, replaced by a tense silence. The warmth had turned to a chilling distance. He didn't know what he'd done, what he'd said, to cause this rift, but it felt like a chasm he couldn't bridge.

He remembered the day you'd confronted him, the day he'd finally admitted his feelings. He'd been surprised, terrified even, but also strangely excited. He was falling for you, and he was ready to embrace it. He'd thought you felt the same, but now he wasn't so sure.

He picked up his phone, his thumb hovering over your name. He wanted to call you, to hear your voice, to try to bridge the gap, but he hesitated. What would he say? How could he possibly explain the turmoil within him?

He closed his eyes, the lyrics of Lauv's "Mean It" echoing in his mind:

"I'm so used to bein' alone

But I'm scared to be alone with you

'Cause I know it's gonna hurt

When you leave, when you leave, when you leave"

He knew he was being selfish, clinging to you even as he pushed you away. He was afraid of losing you, afraid of the pain that would come with it. But he was also afraid of letting go, of admitting that he couldn't live without you.

He opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the city lights beyond the window. He knew he had to do something, to break through the wall you'd built around yourself. He had to tell you how much you meant to him, how much he needed you.

He picked up his phone again, his thumb hovering over your name. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to try.

He dialed your number, his hand trembling slightly. He waited, his heart pounding with anticipation. He heard the familiar ring tone, and then your voice, soft and hesitant.

"Hey," you said, your voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.

"Hey," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Can we meet?"

He waited, his heart pounding in his chest, hoping for a positive response. He heard a sigh on the other end of the line.

"I don't know, Chishiya," you said, your voice laced with a hint of sadness. "We haven't been doing so well lately."

He knew he was right. He'd been pushing you away, and he was starting to realize that he was losing you. He had to do something, to say something, to make things right.

"I know," he said, his voice filled with regret. "But I need to see you. I need to talk to you."

He waited, his heart sinking with each passing second. He heard another sigh on the other end of the line.

"Okay," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "Meet me at the usual place. In an hour."

He felt a surge of relief wash over him. You were willing to meet him. You were willing to give him another chance.

"I'll be there," he said, his voice filled with hope.

He hung up the phone, his hand trembling slightly. He had a lot to say, a lot to apologize for, a lot to explain. He had to make things right. He had to make you understand how much you meant to him. He had to make you know that he meant it.

He looked at the city lights beyond the window, the rain still drumming against the glass. He was going to see you, and he was going to tell you everything. He was going to tell you how much he loved you, and he was going to make you understand that

The rain hammered against my window, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the turmoil in my heart. Chishiya's call had come as a surprise, a sudden tremor in the carefully constructed wall I'd built around myself. He wanted to see me. He wanted to talk.

I knew I shouldn't go. We'd been dancing around each other for weeks, the unspoken tension thicker than the humid air. He'd been pushing me away, his words laced with a sarcastic edge, his actions a constant reminder of his distance. I'd tried to ignore it, to pretend I didn't care, but the truth was, I did. I cared deeply.

But his actions spoke louder than words. He was falling for me, he'd admitted, but his actions didn't reflect it. He was still guarded, still distant, still playing his games.

The lyrics of Lauv's "Mean It" echoed in my mind, a soundtrack to my conflicted heart:

"Don't kiss me right now

Don't tell me that you need me

Don't show up at my house

All caught up in your feelings

Don't run me 'round and 'round

Don't build me up just to let me down

Just to let me down, down, down (hey)

Don't mess with my head

Don't tell me you're falling with your

Feet still on the ledge

I'm all out of breath

Baby, don't run me 'round and 'round

Don't kiss me, no, don't kiss me right now

On your lips just leave it

If you don't mean it"

I knew I was falling for him, too. His sharp wit, his cool demeanor, the way he challenged me, it all drew me in. But I was afraid. Afraid of getting hurt, afraid of being another pawn in his game.

He was a master strategist, a manipulator, a player. He could make you believe he was falling, but his actions always spoke a different language.

I was tired of the games, tired of the uncertainty. I wanted someone who meant it, someone who wouldn't just run me around and around, building me up just to let me down.

I sighed, the rain drumming a mournful rhythm against the window. I knew I should tell him to stay away, to stop playing these games. But something in me, a flicker of hope, a lingering desire, made me hesitate.

I got ready, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and dread. I knew I was walking into a minefield, but I couldn't help myself. I had to see him, to hear what he had to say.

I was a fool, I knew, but I was a fool in love. And sometimes, fools fall in love with the wrong people.

I hoped he wouldn't kiss me. I hoped he wouldn't tell me he needed me. I hoped he wouldn't build me up just to let me down.

I hoped he meant it.

The cafe was quiet, the usual evening bustle replaced by a somber stillness that mirrored the storm raging inside me. Chishiya sat across from me, his usual stoic expression softened by a hint of vulnerability that surprised me. He looked different, more raw, more exposed.

"I know I messed up," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I've been a mess, pushing you away, playing games when all I wanted was to be closer."

He reached across the table, his hand hovering over mine. I didn't pull away, but I didn't reach for him either. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension, a mixture of longing and fear.

"I'm falling for you," he continued, his gaze fixed on mine, a raw honesty in his voice that I hadn't heard before. "I've been falling for you for a long time, but I was scared. Scared of letting myself get hurt, scared of losing control."

He paused, his hand still hovering above mine. I could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his guarded nature and the vulnerability he was trying to express.

"I'm not good at this," he admitted, his voice a low murmur. "This whole 'feelings' thing. I'm a strategist, a player, but when it comes to you, I'm a complete mess."

He finally took my hand, his fingers warm against mine. I didn't pull away, but I didn't return the gesture either. My heart ached with a mixture of hope and fear.

"I don't want to play games anymore," he said, his voice filled with a sincerity that surprised me. "I want to be honest, I want to be real. I want to be with you."

He looked at me, his eyes searching mine, hoping for a sign, a glimmer of hope. I knew he was trying, but I couldn't shake the doubt. I'd been hurt before, and I was afraid of getting hurt again.

"Don't kiss me right now," I said, my voice a whisper. "Don't tell me that you need me. Don't show up at my house all caught up in your feelings. Don't run me 'round and 'round. Don't build me up just to let me down."

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding. He knew I was hurting, and he knew he was the one who had caused it.

"I won't," he said, his voice soft. "I won't do any of those things. I just want you to know that I mean it. I mean it when I say I'm falling for you. I mean it when I say I want to be with you."

He leaned across the table, his gaze fixed on mine. He didn't try to kiss me, didn't reach for me. He just looked at me, his eyes filled with a raw honesty that I couldn't deny.

"I'm not perfect," he said, his voice a low murmur. "I'm not always good at expressing myself. But I'm trying. I'm trying to be better, for you."

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine. "I'm falling for you, and I hope you know that I mean it."

I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest. He was trying, he was reaching out, and I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope ignite within me. He was Chishiya, the master strategist, the cool observer, but he was also a man who was learning to feel, a man who was learning to love. And maybe, just maybe, he meant it.

[vodika-vibes]

Funnily enough, I've never really considered what the future would look like for Yuu and Fox. But I'm sure I can come up with something.

Prompt: clone x oc week 2025 day 5: future

Tw: pregnancy

Tagging: @clonexocweek @clonethirstingisreal

Fox owes Yuu everything.

They've been together for ten years now, and when Fox thinks about all the things that he owes to Yuu, he gets a little weepy.

Yuu has given him a job that isn't soul sucking. Their work to separate the Guard from the Senate led to the creation of the most extensive and efficient emergency services in the galaxy.

So efficient, in fact, that Fox has given more than one lecture to different worlds leaders about how to better run their emergency services.

Through that, Yuu forced the people of Coruscant to see the clones as actual people. Which, in turn, led to the clones earning more rights. Including a guaranteed paycheck.

And, the more people started viewing the clones as people, the harder they looked into the war itself. Tracking the money and paying attention to the policies being passed through the senate, and slowly but surely, Palpatine's house of cards started crumbling around him.

Yuu's final act as Palpatine's Personal Assistant was to drop years' worth of evidence of Palpatine's corruption on the Jedi before they started their new job helping Fox organize everything.

And Fox loves Yuu for all of that.

But, he'd have to admit that the greatest things that Yuu have ever given him don't have anything to do with politics or his brothers.

No. The greatest things they've ever given him are the three children playing just down the hall in the massive playroom Fox made for them.

Two sons and a daughter. All three of them the perfect mix of him and Yuu. His dark skin and their stunning grey eyes, the oldest has Yuu's nose and mannerisms, while the younger two carry themselves like Yuu.

And, what's more, Yuu is in the process of creating another pair of babies for him.

A tiny smile lifts his lips at the thought. His little bird really does look amazing when carrying his kids. If he's not careful, they'll have a whole squad to raise, if not more.

He glances at the open door to the bedroom he shares with Yuu when he hears a frustrated noise coming from inside.

Yuu pokes their head from the room, a pout on their lips, "Why are all maternity clothes so ugly?"

"To spite you and you specifically," Fox replies immediately, a grin crossing his face at the look that crosses Yuu's face, "What's wrong, little bird?"

"I'm fat and nothing fits!"

"Right, well, you're not fat. You're baking a baby. And what happened to all of your maternity clothes?"

"They're ugly."

Ah, it's one of those mornings.

"How about you wear one of my sweatshirts and those sweatpants you like so much?" Fox offers as he stands and walks over to them, his hands settling on their hips.

Yuu looks up at him tearfully, "I look like a whale."

"You look like the pregnant love of my life." Fox corrects, "You currently have three skeletons, which makes you an adorable eldritch abomination."

A startled laugh falls from them, and they lean in to rest their head in his chest. "You're terrible."

"And yet, you love me all the same." He kisses the top of their head, "I love you, you know that?"

"You better. I've given you five kids and ten years of my life."

"And I'm a lucky asshole for it." Fox kisses them one more time, "Go and get dressed, little bird. We're going to the pool today to help relieve you of some of that pressure on your back."

Yuu slumps against him, "I love you."

"I am pretty amazing, aren't I?" He lightly kisses to the top of their head and then ushers them back into the room to get them dressed. And then he pokes his head back into the hall, "Kits! We're going to the pool!"

There's the sound of excited running upstairs, and Fox nods as he turns his attention back on Yuu as they dig around for their maternity suimsuit.

Tonight.

Tonight, he'll ask them.

He really should have done it before the kids, but well, life happens.

And that little ring has been waiting years to get placed on Yuu's finger.

[bekaterrier]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! This one's a bit of a long one, as I listened to whole seasons of a few different shows. Blame my new commute time!

@victoriocity S1-3 Re-listen: After my Wooden Overcoats re-listen the other week, I was craving more silly British audio drama and also more Tom Crowley. Victoriocity satisfies both those criteria so well. The pacing, the world building, the humour, the acting, the sound design...all absolutely fantastic. Time for me to continue my time in Even Greater London by re-listening to their audiobook High Vaultage.⚡

@thefringespod S2: I had so many feelings this season! First, surprise Alasdair Stuart playing Alasdair! Which is funny because everytime I heard the name Alasdair in S1 I thought of Mr. Stuart. Tampering with heartlines?! I'm not surprised Marigold is upset! I was very curious about Whim's background, and was glad to finally hear about their life and how they ended up on the Fringes. Whim rewinding the recording multiple times to hear Sil say, "Whim is very dear to me," just about broke my heart open! Minerva has wreaked so much havock! I'm very curious to hear how they're going to deal with her in S3. 🎻

@hauntnowpod S2: I understand Parker's concern, but a few weeks isn't enough to recover from that kind of trauma! The apartment being obsessed with terrible cooking shows had me giggling so much throughout the whole season! I was immediately invested in them though, not gonna lie. Turning Mary's narration into a running joke is hilarious. The verbalisation of emojis in the ghost hunters' chat was great. Why so many new ghosts? "The humans don't really know it yet, but there's a massive pandemic going on." Ohhhhhhhhhhh :((( Aaron and Henry are so sweet! Surprise Hughes and Mincks!! "But she did find the strength to forgive, the tenacity to imagine a different future, and the generosity to teach it to someone else." That is really lovely, and going to stick with me. I am ready to dive into S3! 👻

@monkeymanproductions' MTO Phases Story 2 - Cas and Pol: Time to see what our goodest girls are up to on the moon! Through them, we got to hear a bit more about what everyone else has been up to too. Cass's narration continues to be fantastic, especially when he does all the different character voices! He's really making those characters come to life again. 🌘

@hinaypod Chapter 50 - Pagpapasiya (Decision): It feels like forever since we had the whole gang back together in one episode! I was very excited to hear how everyone reacted to the new developments, and I was not disappointed. [Redacted] Donner name reveal (?!!), Murphy and Laura going straight for the hot goss, Ashvin being doubtful of the Benefactor's motives (I'm right there with you pal)...it felt a bit like coming home. ✨

Greenhouse: A one-season completed show by Atypical Artists and it was adorable. I love an epistolary love story. You slowly learn about the characters, their qualities and their flaws, as they learn about each other. It's also a wonderful way to do worldbuilding. Their literary and movie/tv show discussions were great. And the Tamora Pierce mention? It's like this show was made for me. 💐

@forgedbondspod Chapter 8: All of these conversations were very sweet. I forgot Leon Egan (of Tell No Tales) had been cast in this, so it was a fun surprise to hear them as Appollo. I need me some more Dite and Phae time though! 💍

[blackboxtheater]

voted for them again!

prompt this time is: cozy!

something simple, thanks!

I do believe the people have spoken, but on the off chance that you follow my blog and haven't voted for Mumpearl in the the Mumbo Jumbo ship bracket, you still can! We can show our presence as a small but mighty rarepair and go down with the ship as we sink beneath the waves lapping at Boatem's shores.

I will still take prompts until voting closes so if you wanted to submit, this might be your last chance 👀

But time for prompts!! Cozy prompts!!

So this could be read as a stand-alone season 10 established relationship tidbit, OR as the season 10 epilogue to House of String that I'm never going to write because I literally already have 21 chapters of content and that's just through season 9. If you've been suffering from all the pining in the recent updates, this is a bit of an antidote to that :)

But either way, the interior of Pearl's base, and in particular her double bed next to a wall of trap doors has HAUNTED me (/pos) since she ran around her base in hide and seek with Gem. Something about the vibe just gave me "sunlight streaming through shutters at sunrise" and now you gave me an excuse to write that!!!

Plus Pearl clearly designed a bedroom and actual living space in her base, while Mumbo just makes a giant storage system as a base and sometimes puts a bed places. So the idea that he still is making his base, but actually sleeps and lives at Pearl's is the premise for this setup.

🌙 🌙 🌙

The sound of the last shulker whirling shut echoes through Pearl's storage room.

There is truly nothing as satisfying as a neatly organized storage room with a set of perfectly prepared shulkers right in the middle, ready to be picked up on the way to a brand new build the next morning. Sure, Pearl likes the update this season where they can add text and images to the boxes. It's helpful and does make it easier to know at a glance what is in each box, but there is something so familiar and soothing about a classic, color-coded row of shulkers prepped for an exciting new build.

Now that she's stopped banging around her storage room opening and closing chests, there's a silence that settles over the space. It's a rare sound on Hermitcraft which is why she loves the peace and quiet that only comes in the dead of night.

She loves the chaos and mischief and joy that the other hermits bring to her life. She does. She loves them all more than she could ever describe. But she also has big plans for her builds each season that require lots of time and effort to not only design, but to construct and refine until they are exactly as perfect as she knows they can be. And it's hard to be productive when her communicator is constantly blowing up with Scar's death messages. Or when a wild Gem can appear out of the sky at any moment. Or when Keralis has some new ideas for the flower and dyes shop or when Ren is looking for an extra person to play Hungry Hermits with or when Grian breaks the mail system again or or or or or.

There is always a distraction looking for her during the daylight hours. It's so easy to have a full, busy, wonderful day where she makes zero progress on any of her projects. Which is why she keeps staying up so late season after season.

Sure she could try to fix her sleep schedule this year now that Mumbo is staying with her full time. He's always yawning by 9:30 and crawling into bed by 10. But she likes being able to get some focus time in when the rest of the hermits are fast asleep. Or at the very least deterred from dropping in unannounced by the ever present threat of mobs lurking in every shadow.

And Mumbo doesn't seem to mind that she drifts down to her study as he drifts up to bed.

Pearl does mind though that her dogs seem to have universally decided that sleeping in a comfy, warm bed is better than keeping her company late into the night. Sure the cats are still awake with her, watching her with their reflective eyes as Pearl makes her way up from the storage room to her and Mumbo's bedroom.  But it's not quite the same as previous seasons when she'd regularly been making design updates late at night with a dog curled up at her feet.

But when she open the door to their bedroom, she does get numerous sets of dark eyes turning to look up at her illuminated in the dull glow streaming in through the crack in the door. Mumbo, as always, is completely passed out, rolled on his side and sleeping right through the sound of her quietly slipping into their bedroom. Her valiant guard dogs, however, silently watch Pearl's nightly routine of she softly padding over to the closet to get changed and ready for bed. And, just like every night, once she is finally ready to climb into bed there is a series of soft thump as her babies jump down to clear her side of the bed and give her room to crawl under the covers.

There's one final round of shuffling and adjusting before the whole Pearl/Mumbo compound is settled for the night. There's the soft click of dog paws against the floor as her puppos find their places curled in corners and at the foot of the bed, the rustle of bedsheets as Pearl tucks herself in behind Mumbo, and finally the quite breath Mumbo lets out each night as Pearl curls around him.

When Pearl mentioned this little routine to him, Mumbo swore up and down that he slept right through her shuffling around and he had no idea when she finally ended up coming to bed each night.

While she initially assumed he was just being cute and polite for her sake, the longer they lived together, the more Pearl was inclined to believe him. He really didn't give any indication of being awake each night as she has moved around their bedroom opening drawers and shutting doors as she got ready for bed. But there is a soft noise that he make every night without fail as Pearl curls up again his back, tucking her face between his shoulder blades and into the soft fabric of his well-worn sleep shirt. Pearl almost likes the idea that he isn’t awake and aware that this happens better. It means that even asleep, there is some part of him that's waiting for her to come into bed. A part that doesn’t fully relax until he feels her warmth beside him. And once she's there, he can finally relax, letting out a soft sigh, barely audible over the rustle of leaves outside. She even thinks sometimes that she can feel the last bit of nervous tension easing out of his shoulders as she nuzzles into him, inhaling the smell of soap and fresh cotton.

It's become a familiar enough scent that even after to most chaotic days it helps calm Pearl's thoughts, helping her drift off to sleep under the warm covers to the sounds of Mumbo's even breathing beside her.

🔆 🔆 🔆

Now that Mumbo has had the pleasure of waking up with the sunrise, he's not sure he could ever go back.

There is no jarring alarm or unexpected buzzing from a communicator to jolt him awake. No sharp, sudden distinction between peaceful sleep and full consciousness. Instead, the sunlight filters through the copper trap doors that make up the walls of his and Pearl's bedroom each morning, slowly bringing him to awareness as the day begins.

The soft sound of the birds outside and the warm light against his eyelids is the first thing he's aware of most mornings now. Which wakes him up just enough so he can shifts around and reach out for the warm body even his subconscious knows is sleeping beside him. But the first tendrils of consciousness aren't satisfied with just knowing Pearl is there in the bed next to him, they want her closer and go seeking her out, gathering her sluggishly into his arms and pulling her into him.

That's one of the few things that can still jolt Mumbo awake now; reaching out and his hazy, half asleep brain not finding Pearl within reach. The first time he reached out to find nothing but a cold pillow and the furry back of an equally confused dog blinking back at him, he had startled awake, fumbling for his communicator with the terrible feeling that something bad had to have happened. If Pearl wasn't in bed, Pearl must be missing and in danger, his barely awake brain had concluded. His worried messages, which his brain had not been conscious enough to remember to whisper rather than put in the general Hermitcraft chat, had been greeted by a sheepish Pearl admitting she may have been so focused on her project that she hadn't notice the birds had started singing to tell her she had worked all the way through to sunrise. The messages had also been fantastic fodder for all of his friends to tease him for the rest of the week, even if most of it was good natured teasing about how cute him and Pearl were together.

But this morning isn't one of those unfortunate rare days he wakes up alone, so when Mumbo rolls over his arm curls around Pearl to pull her into his chest. Sometimes he catches a half mumbled 'good morning' or even a sleepy kiss if she rolls into his chest, but this morning she just wraps her arms around his and snuggles back against him with just the barest bit of fleeting consciousness that he knows will be gone again by the time he's fully awake.

But he's in no rush. These warm, cozy moments curled up together each morning are some of his favorite each day and he's not eager to end them too soon. So he spends a few more minutes letting his consciousness slowly come on line, becoming more aware of the world around him as his brain cells wake up one by one.

First, he starts to hear the leaves rustling outside and can feel their movement shift the pattern of sunlight against his eyes lids. He starts to notice the smell Pearl's shampoo and can feel her leg brush against his as she shifts again in his arms. And finally, he hears the click of nails on the floor as their dogs start to grow impatient in their wait for breakfast.

Which is his cue that his precious morning moments are drawing to a close and it's almost time to get up for the day.

By the time he finally opens his eyes, there is already 3 pairs of black dog eyes staring at him over the edge of the bed. The dogs are smart enough to know that Mumbo looking at them means breakfast is soon, and they can stop giving him pleading looks in bed and can go sit quietly by the bedroom door. But they are also smart enough to know that it will be another few minutes before he gets up, taking a few more moments to appreciate the warm, quite mornings now that he's actually awake enough to take everything in.

But Mumbo knows the dogs won’t wait forever, and there's a long list of things he wants to get started on before the rest of the server wakes up and starts causing chaos. So Mumbo presses a kiss to Pearl's temple and slowly detangles himself from her and the warm covers. There's a little grumble she always lets out as he does, but he attributes that more to the sudden chill as he slips out from under the covers rather than her being conscious of him leaving. He knows that by the time he comes back upstairs to change out of his pajamas, she'll be sound asleep, sprawled cross the bed and taking up more space than a single human should be capable of.

But right now, the most pressing concern is the flock of dogs patiently waiting at the bedroom door for him to get breakfast started, and the growing feeling that hot cup of tea sounds like a great idea right about now.