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📄 what my dreams are made of | time and time again, eddie has seen you cry over guys that aren’t even worth your time; so, when he catches you crying once more, he decides it’s the last time — and he will show you that you’re exactly what his dreams are made of.

⚠️ 3.6k words, fem!reader, reader has a pussy, bestfriend!eddie, friends to lovers, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, kinda dom!eddie, passionate eating out, chubby!coded reader (no extreme graphic depictions but certainly alluded), bullying, some triggering themes, self-doubt that eddie smothers out, 1 thigh pinch, eddie cums in his pants (i was sick while writing this please forgive me if it’s not the best)

💋 i am genuinely so, so sorry for how long this took to get out bby! i always do my best to prioritize comfort reqs, as that’s my purpose for even taking reqs and really writing in the first place, and i wish i could have gotten this out much sooner. i hope this can bring you some comfort sweetheart, you are so so beautiful!! <33

you were so fucking stupid.

so stupid for being so naive. for ever allowing yourself to entertain the fantasy that the christian grosso could ever be attracted to you.

after all, the students of hawkins high dubbed you ‘the elephant amongst tigers’ for a reason.

angry tears slipped down your face as you threw your bag to the floor, uncaring of the loud thump it provoked. your mother was downstairs and likely heard it, and she’d probably even ascend the stairs and try to rib you for information — but you couldn’t find the energy to care.

you couldn’t find the energy to feel anything aside from angry sadness. and if your mom did come check on you, you’d simply tell her you’re feeling sick. yeah, that would work.

with a huff you plopped down on the edge of your bed, upsetting the stuffies strewn along the headboard. you gave them an apologetic wince.

your mind kept replaying the lunchroom disaster. christian’s mocking, mean smirk as he held up a dress two times too small for you was branded into your eyelids.

“oooh, i’m sorry. i thought this was your size. looks like we can’t make it to the dance after all. i’m so sorry.”

fresh tears burst from your eyes and you choked down a sob. it was so mean, so humiliating, so evil… you didn’t understand what you’d ever done to deserve something like that. was simply existing enough of a crime to warrant that kind of punishment?

a soft knock reached your ears. you sucked in a shuddery inhale. you were wondering when she’d amble up to your door.

“i’m fine, mom.” you croaked out. “i just feel sick. please don’t come in.”

you really didn’t want her to see the fat, ugly tears running down your cheeks. didn’t want her to see how blotched your makeup was, especially not when you had spent a literal hour perfecting it in front of your mirror.

so. fucking. stupid.

your door creaked open and you nearly gasped at the familiar clunk of heavy boots across your planked floor. you snapped your head up to find eddie standing just through your doorway, chocolate eyes rounded and soft.

“you okay?” he asked quietly, soothingly, and your heart sunk.

he knew about what happened. he hadn’t been in the lunchroom at the time, but you knew it would reach him; it was all the student body could talk about.

you opened your mouth to reject his sympathy; but what came out was a strangled sob, and eddie was rushing to your side immediately.

warm, thick arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you into eddie’s equally warm body. your head was guided to his collarbone, so close to his neck that you could smell his sharp cologne; a familiar, cozy, thick woodsy scent.

he’d been wearing the same aroma since eighth grade, and it never failed to bring you a sense of tranquility and stability. comfort. safety.

you broke.

“eddie.” you choked out, digging your cheek into his chest and slipping your arm around his middle. he was warm; so, so warm. just like always.

“shh, it’s okay.” eddie soothed, ringed hand running through your hair. “it’s okay, sweets.”

your shoulders shook harder as you spilled gallons of salty tears into his shirt — his iron maiden shirt, if you weren’t mistaken.

you barely noticed the way he was rocking your body with his softly, or the weight of his chin hooked atop your head, but you were painfully aware of how good his hand felt skimming through your hair, and how comfortable the weight of it was.

“i-i don’t understand.” you gasped out between heaves. “i don’t k-know w-what i did.”

“you didn’t do anything.” eddie stated, voice firm yet gentle. “you didn’t do anything, angel. they’re just assholes.”

you weren’t sure how long you spent wrapped within eddie’s embrace; his strong arms holding you, soft voice shushing you, gentle hand caressing you — but at some point, your sobs had faded to mere sniffles.

you finally felt secure enough to pry yourself out of his embrace; eddie loosened his hold, but his arm remained over your shoulder — an anchor, should you need the support.

“i’m so tired of it, eddie.” you whispered, voice wet and croaky from all the crying. “i’m so tired of being ugly.”

your heart was breaking into a million pieces, yet also somehow felt as if it was too big to fit comfortably in your chest. every beat was painful, tightly wrapped in a ribbon of sadness.

eddie sucked in air through his teeth and muttered something under his breath; you weren’t quite able to catch it, so you nudged him with your elbow.

“i didn’t hear you, eds. what did you say?”

eddie’s eyes snapped up to yours, and you felt your heart skip in your chest. they were soft, yet had a hard edge to them, one that you couldn’t place.

“i said you’re not ugly.” eddie pushed out, anger detectable in his voice, but you knew it wasn’t aimed at you. eddie always became incensed when things like this happened.

“that prick just took things too far.” eddie seethed, drawing a ringed hand through his hair. “way too far.”

you swallowed thickly and nodded mutely, though you didn’t know if you fully agreed with eddie. after all, if things weren’t supposed to be this way, then why were they? it’s because everything, every single word and insult, that everyone threw at you was true.

“it wouldn’t happen if i wasn’t so��”

“don’t you fucking dare.” eddie snapped, cutting you off abruptly and shocking you into silence. he’d never taken that kind of tone with you. as if realizing this himself, eddie sucked in a deep breath and started again, much more softly.

“don’t say some shit about how you deserve it, or that it’s somehow your fault. it’s not. you know it’s not.”

fresh tears gathered in your eyes, and you had to look away from eddie quickly so as to not alert him to the swelling.

“but i was stupid. i let myself think he was genuine.” you countered back, wanting — no, needing — eddie to understand that in some way, this was your fault. that was the easiest way to explain it. that it was the only way that it made sense.

“stop that.” eddie ordered, fingers squeezing your shoulder. “you aren’t stupid.”

“eddie, i am.” you exploded, propelling yourself up from the bed and effectively launching eddie’s arm off of your shoulders. you began to pace as you rambled, “i’m stupid to think anyone would want me, let alone christian grosso, and i let myself get tricked into thinking that my crush actually liked me back—”

“i want you.”

the world seemed to screech to a halt right on its axis. eddie hadn’t said the words very loud — as a matter of fact, his statement was barely more than a whisper — and yet, it seemed to reverberate around your room like the boom of a bass speaker.

slowly, you turned your head to train your eyes on him. you searched his face, looking for some sort of deception, lie, fib — anything.

but all you found was pained sincerity.

“what?” you pressed, throat tight and tongue nearly tied. had you heard him right? were you having some sort of fever dream?

eddie sighed deeply and linked his hands together between his knees.

“i said ‘i want you.’ i have for a long time, actually.”

eddie’s words didn’t sound bored, or disingenuous, but they sounded almost… resigned. as if knew what little effect they’d have on you. twice. he’d said twice. yet you still couldn’t wrap your head around it.

“you — you… want me?” you parroted back, gesturing to yourself with a finger.

eddie nodded.

“are you sure?” you pressed.

eddie nodded again, more emphatically this time.

your heart was trembling in your chest — eddie actually wanted you? you? eddie, who was handsome, funny, charming, sweet, and completely and utterly unavailable due to his status as your best friend, wanted you?

no. this couldn’t be right. there must be some sort of mistake.

“but, how do you—”

“oh, jesus h. christ.” eddie suddenly bursted, pushing himself up from the bed and stomping towards you. you barely had any time to react before his hands grasped your elbows and he pulled you forward, and electricity shot through your entire body when he leaned down to press his lips firmly to yours.

the kiss was chaste, more of just a hugging of lips, but that’s how it was intended — eddie was getting a point across, and as hard as it was for you to truly believe it, you could feel it within that kiss.

the truth that eddie munson, your best friend of almost a decade, wanted you.

and that very best friend was kissing you. and it felt amazing.

your hands, as inexperienced as they were, traveled up to grip his shoulders, and you took the first step in deepening the kiss by clumsily lapping your lips over his.

eddie groaned and responded with a similar action; except, his movements were much more fluid and smooth, likely from years of experience in the field.

you hated the way that made jealousy burn in your gut.

eddie’s hands fell from your elbows to come to rest on your hips, where he gripped rather roughly. a sound similar to a moan slipped from his mouth and into yours, the sensation sending heat flooding straight to your gut.

“fuck, you have no idea how much i’ve wanted to do this.” eddie panted, kneading his fingers into your hips. “just grab these beautiful fucking hips of yours.”

your stomach swooped and your skin flushed beneath his words; you felt slightly self conscious of the portion of body eddie was grabbing, but eddie seemed to fall absolutely feral over it.

his lips remained hooked to yours as he stumbled backwards, pulling you with him. you followed blindly along with him, loathe to break the hot, wet embrace between the two of you, and nearly gasped when eddie fell flat to the bed and pulled you down with him.

“eddie!” you exclaimed softly into his mouth when you realized you’d landed on top of him, but when you tried to scramble off, eddie wrapped his arms around your midsection.

“don’t even think about it.” eddie murmured, voice little more than a growl, “stay on top of me, pretty girl.”

you whimpered low in your throat, the sound swallowed by eddie’s fiery lips, and you couldn’t stop yourself from wiggling in his hold. you didn’t feel comfortable like this, not in this position—

eddie rolled his hips up and completely cut off your train of thought; poking into your tummy was something hard, something hard and located between eddie’s legs.

“feel that, angel? feel what you’re doin’ to me?” eddie growled, rolling his hips in lazy thrusts. that heat in your gut intensified, and you couldn’t help it when the smallest whimper fell from your lips.

“god, you sound so fuckin’ pretty.” eddie groaned, hands smoothing down your body until they found purchase on your ass. he squeezed the flesh in his fingers and used the leverage to rock your body into his.

“wanted you for so goddamn long, i almost can’t hold myself back.”

eddie’s kiss was feverish now — not clumsy, but passionate and wet. his lips moved against yours as if he was trying to make up for years of neglect in one kiss, and his tongue and teeth scraped against your lips at intermittent points. your brain felt completely frozen, unsure of how to even match his pace.

“use your tongue, sweetheart.” eddie guided, as if reading your mind. “use your tongue like i am.”

you doubted you could use your tongue the same way eddie could use his, but you wanted to try. slipping your tongue against his felt strange, slimy, but not uncomfortable — and he tasted minty, like peppermint, so it wasn’t gross like you thought it would be.

you were certain your movements were clumsy, but they pulled satisfied groans from eddie regardless. his hips bucked up against you faster and his breathing turned shallow.

“fuck, good girl.” eddie moaned, sliding a hand up your back to tangle in your hair. he pushed you impossibly closer to him and deepened the kiss.

your entire body was buzzing, heated from the inside out, and there was a tingle between your legs. a warm, wet tingle.

“eddie,” you mewled into his mouth, hips shifting on their own, as if they were searching for something. “i feel weird.”

“i know, angel. just hold on.” eddie uttered, hips still careening into yours, hard-on grinding against you through the clothes. what was this weird pull in your stomach?

eddie’s lips remained against yours for a few more seconds, all the while you wiggled, whimpered and mewled into him, until he finally relented and pulled away.

“lay on your back, babygirl. i’m gonna show you something.” eddie prompted, voice deep gravel, eyes swallowed by black.

you swallowed when something kicked in your gut, and the moment eddie released his hold on you you scrambled off of him and fell on your back beside him. eddie was quick to mirror your actions, but rather than lying down, he crawled to the end of the bed and situated himself by your legs.

“open.” he demanded softly, and for the first time since his lips touched yours, you felt legitimate hesitance. you stared at him almost blankly, body quivering subtly in your skin. eddie arched a brow at you and fuck, that was pretty hot.

“angel, spread your legs.” eddie murmured, fingers coming up to caress the bare skin of your thigh. his voice was a rumble, enticing and sweet, but somehow comforting... like you didn't have to be afraid of obeying.

with a shaky breath you finally assented and spread your thighs open, snapping your eyes shut when eddie sucked in a sharp breath.

"fuck, look at these panties. so cute." you nearly jumped from your skin when eddie slid a finger up your mound, a sort of electric feeling throbbing through your hips when his fingertip scraped against your clit.

"they're nearly soaked through, baby." eddie cooed, continuing the stroking motions, pulling small moans and pants from your lips. “did you get this worked up just from kissing me?”

for some reason you couldn’t place, you nodded your head — it was as if you had no real control of some of your motor functions, like part of you was in some sort of trance.

“mmm, sweet baby.” eddie whispered darkly. “you have no idea what i could do to you.”

as if to punctuate his point, eddie pressed his finger to your clothed clit and rubbed, and fuck, it felt so good.

you’d touched yourself before, but never had it felt this intense. the moans that slipped from your mouth were purely lewd and near foreign.

“e-eddie, what’s—?”

“shhh, angel. don’t question anything. just feel.” eddie murmured, effectively silencing your inquiries. eddie continued to rub your clit, picking up pace as your moans grew in volume, as your hips bucked into his hand.

it felt good, so incredibly good, but the pleasure seemed muted — the friction not enough to build you up to that wonderful precipice.

“eddie—”

“yeah, baby, i know. you’re ready f’more.” eddie teased, and even with your eyes closed, you knew he was smirking. your breathing was labored, you felt desperate, it was hot—

“‘m gon’a take care of you, baby.” eddie soothed. “gon’a show you how beautiful you are.” eddie slid his hands up your thighs and dipped them beneath your skirt, fingers grasping the lace of your panties and tugging. you followed the unspoken command and lifted your hips, allowing him to slip you free of the garment.

any prior hesitation you felt had been forcefully shoved out by lust.

cold air blew against your pussy the moment it was no longer shielded, and you gasped at the sensation. you didn’t really have the time to complain about it, however, because before you could it was swallowed by heat once more.

wet heat.

your eyes popped open and you glanced down to find eddie’s head nestled between your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you as he dragged his tongue over your aching clit. he did so slowly, torturously, as if he was merely giving you a taste of what he could truly do.

you opened your mouth but all that fell out was a wanton moan. this was something completely out of your experience, something you’d only thought about fleetingly.

eddie groaned into your cunt when your clit throbbed under his tongue, and he dipped the wet muscle down to prod at your slit before slipping it back up. he was lapping at you like a dog, tongue everywhere, as if he wanted to brand the memory of your shape against it.

“eddie,” you whined, hips shaking against him. eddie let out a strange sound as he gripped at your thighs and squeezed, head shaking side to side subtly and sending shocks up your body from the new sensation.

“fuck, taste so good,” eddie whimpered into you, the sound high and needy. “can’ get ‘nough.”

you gasped and cinched your eyes shut, that tension ramping up in your gut and pulling your muscles tight. it felt so fucking good, you were going to go insane.

“mm-mm, no.” eddie suddenly growled and pinched your thigh. you jumped from the pain and snapped your eyes down to him. “fuckin’ look at me, angel. i wan’a see your face when you cum.”

despite the strong urge to look away and the undercurrent of embarrassment beneath your skin, you simply couldn’t tear your eyes away from eddie’s. satisfied with obtaining your full focus, eddie went right back to devouring you.

his tongue was demonic against your cunt, lapping at your folds and flattening across your clit. soft groans and growls fell from his lips as he munched, hands leaving finger shaped bruises on your thighs from how hard he was gripping them.

how it could feel so damn good, you didn’t know. you’d heard talk, yeah, but so many girls had also said that they’d never cum from head before… you just assumed you’d be the same.

but with the way eddie was working your cunt with his lips and tongue, you were realizing you’d be the exception.

“fuck, shit,” you whispered, eyes locked with eddie’s, staring into twin abysses. his own hips rocked into the mattress as his tongue traced over your clit, stimulating himself against your bed. and that just seemed to make it hotter.

“i’m so close.�� you murmured, reverently, rendered breathless from the pleasure eddie was shoving into your system. his eyes darkened even more, if that were possible, and his movements became much more feverish. one hand slipped from your thigh and you gasped when you felt a fingertip prod at your entrance.

“eddie,” you warned, anxiety settling in your stomach. even you hadn’t put anything in there; what if it hurt?

“trust me, angel. i won’t hurt you.” eddie murmured against your cunt, tracing his finger up and down your slit. you swallowed, still hesitant, but you trusted eddie — so you nodded.

eddie groaned low in his throat and focused his tongue against your clit, assaulting it with fast flicks. his finger slipped into your entrance with nearly no resistance, and you gasped when he curled it up against something.

“there it is,” eddie cooed, pumping his finger inside you languidly. “there’s that sweet spot, baby.”

you had no idea what he was talking about — but fuck if it didn’t feel so fucking good. your fingers twisted into the blanket beneath you, lips swollen and wet, throat nearly sore from all the moaning.

eddie fucked his finger into you at a near brutal speed, hitting that spot over and over, and you could feel it building — powerful and intense, nearly rupturing your stomach from how tense your muscles were. you couldn’t help the way you thrusted your hips against his face, against his tongue, shoving his finger deeper inside you.

chasing it. that euphoric high.

“fuck yeah, shit. c’mon angel, bust in my fuckin’ mouth.” eddie growled, and that was it — one final jab to that spot, one more flick of his tongue, and you were absolutely losing it.

your thighs and hips quaked as that coil finally snapped, fluid gushing around eddie’s finger and undoubtedly soaking the bed, walls fluttering and clit throbbing under his tongue.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—” you chanted, eyes rolling back as your muscles continued to tense and release. eddie lapped his tongue around his finger, groaning at your sweet taste.

your orgasm was slow to recede, the aftershocks still wracking your body when eddie slipped his finger out and rose to his knees — if your vision wasn’t so fuzzy you would have noticed the prominent wet spot covering the front of his jeans.

exhaustion crawled into your limbs with frightening speed, your muscles almost like jelly, and when eddie flopped down at your side and gathered you into his arms you were little help with it.

“do you believe me now, angel?” eddie murmured, and all you could do was nod sleepily. the edges of your vision was turning black, sleep well on its way to claiming you.

“good. don’t you ever forget it.” was the last thing you heard before you fell to the abyss, warm, satisfied, and comfortable.

completely and utterly loved.

#ⳋ᧙.#eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you

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loveanddeepdick · 5 hours ago

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nerd!nanami halloween edition

batman & catwoman

nerd!nanami who helps you into your costume. it was supposed to be a surprise but there was so much tight latex you had no choice but to ask him for help. gojo had invited you to his annual halloween party in his penthouse and nanami reluctantly accepted the invitation.

“honey.. are you sure this thing is made for.. humans? it looks like a medieval torture method,” nanami grunts as he pulls the latex up your legs, “are you in any pain—shit! are you in any pain, dear?”

“no, no, kenny! just get it on my arms and we’re all done!”

“i might have to oil you up, dear..” he chuckles wholeheartedly before he pauses, realizing his innuendo.

“… okay ken,” you giggle, slapping his arm.

nerd!nanami who finally gets the whole costume on you after another hour while his batman costume only took a max of five minutes to pull on.

“i think i look silly, dear,” he runs his hands over his hair before putting on the black mask, his face dwarfing the spirit halloween accessory. he was just ginormous in all ways.

“you don’t look silly! i think you look very handsome,” you smile, rubbing a hand over his biceps under the black shirt. he refused to wear anything too silly, opting for a black batman shirt and black sweats along with the mask.

you two stood before your bathroom mirror as you giggle excitedly at the sight. you whipped out your phone, taking what seemed like a thousand photos of him before you two left for gojo’s halloween party.

nerd!nanami who tries his hardest to hide his boner at the party. he was a reasonable man, of course he let you go have fun and party with your friends. but that didn’t stop him from keeping a possessive eye on you.

he couldn’t believe it. his girlfriend. his catwoman. he used to pray for a day like this to come. he had to pinch himself to realize it wasn’t a dream and that you were indeed real, a goddess in his eyes.

nerd!nanami who doesn’t last for another thirty minutes seeing you in that costume, pulling you to a guest bedroom in gojo’s penthouse where you two usually stayed if you crashed there.

you gasped as he pressed you down against the bed.

“hold on, kenny i’ll just—“

you try to take off the panted pants yourself until your hear a loud stretch and a rubbery rip. you shriek, eyes widen as you look back and he’s got the spandex in two pieces, baring your thighs and pussy to him.

“please, honey.. i need you now,” nanami groaned, pushing his hand along your back to guide you back onto your stomach.

gojo’s sheets were always cotton, thank god. they’d be easy to wash after this.

nerd!nanami who has your head pushed into the pillows as he plows your pussy from the back, spanking your ass to watch them move like water.

“fffuck, baby.. you feel so good”

nanami groaned as he leaned forward, angling deeper inside you as his cock reached what seemed like you stomach.

“kennnn.. so big!”

“shh, shh i know, i know, baby, just take it,” he grunted as he felt you clench at his words, reaching down to rub your clit as he watched you drool onto the pillow.

“i-im gonna—ah! i’m gonna!”

“you’re gonna what, honey? use your words”

“i’m gonna cum, kennnn”

he was never the one to tease you or enjoy watching you like this, but something inside him snapped when he watched you stumble over your words, whining to try to find your sense of mind when you went dumb on his cock.

“cum for me, baby, c’mon, i know you”

“fffuck! ken!”

your pussy held his cock like a vice and shit, thank god he wasn’t batman cause he would never be saving the world since he has you waiting at home.

he shot thick, creamy ropes of cum deep into your pussy, warmth filling you up as you sighed contently. he pulled out, admiring you for a minute, watching as his cum spilled out. he was about to get up to clean you until he saw you subtly wiggle your hips, the sight of your plump ass, your ruined pussy, your legs only half covered in spandex, fuck it only made him hard again.

he leaned in, spreading you open, watching your gaping, twitching holes before licking a stripe over them as you shivered

“honey, how about i clean you up, hm?”

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crushpunky · 2 days ago

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rafe surprises girlfriend!reader

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Streams of sunlight filtered in through the curtains, slowing waking y/n from her rest. She stirred for a moment, inhaling deeply as she took in the soft floral scent of Rafe’s sheets. These days, y/n found herself spending more time with Rafe at Tanneyhill than she did in her own home. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her family, it was more the fact that she couldn’t imagine waking up without Rafe next to her, the two of them tangled in the early morning and basking in each other's presence in Rafe’s bed. It, and him, had become so deeply ingrained within her bones, it felt like she needed it to live.

So, when she turned to face his likely still sleeping body, she was surprisingly greeted with an empty bed. No soft curve of his freckled shoulders, planes of his muscled chest, or his gentle, sleepy expression. With a groan, she sat up and swung her legs off the bed, tugging on one of Rafe’s t-shirts before padding down the hallway.

“Shit!” Y/n heard someone shout from the kitchen as she made her way down the steps. The kitchen was a mess, ingredients littered around the countertops and numerous pans sitting out.

“Rafe?” Y/n asked, rubbing some of the remnants of sleep out of her eye. Rafe turned around, his apron covered in a bright red sauce and a fine dusting of flour littering his nose. Y/n felt herself stifle a laugh at the site. A site that so many people across the OBX would find so strange, the notoriously rich asshole Rafe Cameron spending the early hours in the kitchen cooking up a feast of… something? Based solely on the wide range of sauces, seasoning, ingredients, and dishes across the kitchen, y/n wasn’t quite able to put her finger on what was going on.

“Oh,” Rafe checked his watch quickly before turning back to the stovetop, “you’re up early.”

“You’re up early,” Y/n furrowed her brow. “It’s 9 am. On a weekend.”

“Well, I was, um,” Rafe stammered, “going to surprise you but the pancakes took a lot longer than I was anticipating.”

“Surprise me? What for?” Y/n leaned against the counter next to Rafe, popping one of the strawberries sitting out as her eyes scanned over him. His gaze was focused on the pancakes that bubbled gently in front of him, a light pink flush littering his cheeks and a slight shake in his hand that clutched the turner.

“Am I not allowed to surprise my beautiful girlfriend?” Rafe said. Y/n laughed lightly, reaching up onto her tiptoes to press a kiss to Rafe’s cheek. His eyes flickered over her face quickly before a small grin spread across his face, pressing a kiss to y/n’s lips in return.

“I think these are done. Sit down.” Rafe said, turning off the stove and taking the pancakes off the heat. Y/n abided, making her way to the kitchen table. She was surprised to see a crisp white table cloth adorning the table along with crystal champagne flutes, glittering silverware, and a carafe of orange juice. Suspiciously, she sat down, her eyes watching intently as Rafe bit his lip in concentration, transferring the only slightly burnt pancakes onto two plates before topping them with a strawberry sauce and a dollop of whip cream. He grabbed the two plates, carrying them carefully over to the dining table, placing one in front of y/n and one at his setting opposite her. With a huff, he quickly pulled off the apron, wiping away some of the powder that had managed to get onto his polo before taking his seat.

“What is going on, Cameron?” Y/n said. None of this made any sense. Sure, Rafe was a great boyfriend and loved to shower her with gifts and praise, but this? Waking up at god knows when on the weekend, spending hours making fresh pancakes, and wearing a polo shirt before noon, all with an oddly anxious flush littering his cheeks… it was so strange.

“What do you mean?” Rafe asked, his fingers fidgeting with his gold Cameron ring absentmindedly.

“I… I don’t know what to say. This is a lot.” Y/n glanced down at the exquisite table setting and pile of pancakes in front of her, shaking her head to herself.

“Is that bad?” Rafe’s brow furrowed in concern.

“No, no, of course not.” Y/n reached across the table, grabbing Rafe’s hand gently. “I just wasn’t expecting all of this.”

Rafe took a deep breath, blinking quickly before he reached for the champagne between the two of them, his hands still shaking slightly. Despite his problems with addiction in the past, Rafe had gotten to a point where he was in control of his relationship with alcohol. It was a long and sometimes harrowing journey, but y/n had stuck with him throughout it all.

Rafe fiddled with the top before finally uncorking it, the champagne bubbling out of the bottle and spraying onto the table and his shirt. He swore, holding it over the floor as the bubbling eventually subsided. Y/n bit back a laugh, trying her best not to further the pressure Rafe was seemingly feeling for some reason.

“Shit, sorry.” Rafe mumbled with a sigh, raking his hand through his hair quickly.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Y/n smiled at him before grabbing her champagne flute, passing it to Rafe to fill. He shook his head, filling both their glasses carefully before setting the bottle down and picking up the orange juice. He topped both of their glasses, only splashing a bit of their drinks onto the already dampened table cloth. Y/n grabbed her flute, raising it in a toast.

“To my perfect, wonderful, and very hot boyfriend.” Y/n said, Rafe raising his glass in return, his cheeks flushing an even deeper red if that were possible.

“Did you not see me just spill the champagne everywhere?” Rafe scoffed, the two of them taking sips out of their mimosas. Y/n rolled her eyes, picking up her silverware and cutting into the pile of steaming pancakes.

“It’s part of your irresistible charm, Cameron.” Y/n said, taking a bite of pancakes covered in whipped cream and berries. She chewed it, a bitter taste filling her mouth as she did her best to choke down the breakfast without Rafe noticing. Apparently, though, she hadn’t done a good enough job because a concerned expression wiped over Rafe’s face as he himself took a bite of his breakfast. Immediately he cringed, grabbing the cloth napkin in front of him and spitting out the mouthful of pancakes.

“Goddamnit!” Rafe swore with a groan, tossing the napkin back down onto the table.

“No, no, they’re good!” Y/n said, putting another forkful of pancakes into her mouth. However, her words betrayed her as she involuntarily gagged before spitting the pancakes out into her napkin.

“Shit, I can’t believe I ruined this whole fucking thing…” Rafe exhaled, resting his head in his hands, his fingers curling into his grown out buzz cut.

“Hey, hey, don’t,” Y/n got up from her chair, rounding the table before wrapping her arms around Rafe’s shoulders. “This was a really nice breakfast. Really.”

“You don’t have to lie,” Rafe sighed, his head lifting to look at her. “I fucked it up. This whole thing.”

“What whole ‘thing’?” Y/n asked, her hand tracing slowly along the curve of Rafe’s back. Was this ‘thing’ what was causing him to do all this? Causing him to act so strangely anxious around her of all people?

“I…” Rafe trailed off, his gaze falling into his lap. Y/n knelt next to him, peering up at him as he struggled for the words. With a deep breath, Rafe reached into his pocket, pulling out a singular, glittering gold key. Y/n watched as he stood from his chair, offering her his hand to help her to her feet. She took it, her gaze watching him closely as his fingers brushed the small keychain attached to the key with a soft pink ribbon.

“Y/n.” Rafe said quietly, y/n’s eyes flicking up to meet him as Rafe reached for her hand. He took it, his grip on her wrist light as he turned her palm to face up. Y/n felt her pulse pick up as he placed the key in her hand.

“Y/n,” Rafe said again, “I never thought that I would meet someone that makes me feel the way you do. That makes me so happy and… makes me feel like maybe I am somebody that someone could love.”

Y/n felt a lump form in her throat, her eyes beginning to well with tears at Rafe’s vulnerability.

“This last year has been… difficult to say the least, but you stuck by my side throughout it all,” Rafe continued. “I’m so thankful for you and… I want to give you the life you want. The one you deserve.”

“What are you saying, Rafe?” Y/n whispered, trying her best to blink back the tears.

“Y/n, if you’ll have me, I’d love to have you move in with me.” Rafe said, swallowing harshly as his eyes scanning over y/n’s face as a smile spread across her lips. With a nod, y/n wrapped her arms around Rafe’s broad shoulders. She felt his shoulders relax under her touch, his face tucking into the crook of her neck. After a moment, they finally pulled apart. Y/n wiped her eyes on the sleeve of the t-shirt of Rafe’s she had on, her face still shining with a smile. Y/n met Rafe’s gaze again, his eyes glistening lightly with tears.

“Oh, baby.” Y/n cooed, reaching to swipe her thumb underneath Rafe’s eye gently. He chuckled, allowing his face to relax into her touch. Slowly, she lowered her hand, turning the key in her palm once more, looking closer this time. A small, twinkling heart attached to the key with a pink ribbon. The gold key looked different from the previous one he had given her, something about the handle feeling just sort of… off.

“But, baby, I’m confused.” Y/n said, still looking at the key in her palm. “I already have a key to Tanneyhill.”

Rafe took her hand, running his thumb gently across her knuckles, the coolness of his rings pressing into her skin. She looked up at him, a smirk dancing across his lips.

“It’s not for Tanneyhill.” Rafe said quietly. Y/n’s eyes furrowed for a moment before it finally clicked. These keys weren’t for Tanneyhill, they were for their house. Their home.

“Rafe Cameron you didn’t!” Y/n chuckled, causing Rafe to smile widely.

“I did, baby.” Rafe grinned. Y/n grabbed the sides of his face, pulling him down to her as their lips met. Rafe’s hands snaked around y/n’s waist, pulling her flush against him as they melted into the kiss. After a moment, they finally pulled away, the two of them panting and smiling like idiots.

“But where? I mean, it’s still on the island, right?” Y/n asked, her fingers tracing along the nape of Rafe’s neck slowly.

“Well,” Rafe said. “You know that house I was selling? The one with the green kitchen and big ass fireplace?”

Y/n’s jaw dropped. She remembered it, of course she did. It was a beautiful home only a couple miles from Tanneyhill he had purchased as an “investment”. Rafe had spent months renovating it, asking her every night for her opinion on every little detail down to the towel bars and the sconces. Now it all started to make sense. This perfect house she had found herself falling in love with more and more each time Rafe showed her pictures or took her to the set wasn’t just any house. It was theirs.

“I love you, Rafe Cameron.” Y/n said exasperatedly, shaking her head in bewilderment as Rafe continued to smile back at her.

“I love you, y/n y/ln.” Rafe grinned, pressing another kiss to her lips.

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exponenshul · 2 days ago

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Just Another Pregnancy Pill One-Shot

(This story contains rapid fpreg, sex scenes, birth, and more. Reader discretion advised)

Words: ~5k

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We'd agreed that I would take the pill after we made love this morning. It was an enhanced fertility pill, of dubious origin and high potency. Within six hours, I'd be having his baby.

Once we got out of bed, I was feeling immediately hungry. He was willing to cook for us, so I opted to make smoothies while he fried eggs and bacon. It took him a while, but I was fine taking our time.

As we ate, I started feeling the change in me, a warm and fluttering sensation in the pit of my belly. I was officially eating for two, which was probably why I felt so hungry.

Finished with our meals, he went to scrub dishes and I went back to the bedroom. I began to strip, ready to hop in the shower and start the day. I observed myself in the mirror- not much of a difference to see yet, but by rubbing a hand over my belly I could sense a new curve starting to develop.

I went to the bathroom and started the shower, sighing with relief as I stepped in and the warm water washed over me. It didn't take him long to find me- only a couple minutes went by before he entered the bathroom as well, wearing only a towel.

He looked a bit sheepish, so I smiled at him through the sliding glass. "Well, no need to wait...come in."

With a boost of confidence, he removed the towel and stepped into the shower with me. I let him approach from behind as I washed my face and chest. He pressed himself right up against my back, putting his arms around me. I felt his manhood poke against my backside, already getting hard. I relished it.

He took some soap in his hands and started to lather me up. His hands rubbed circles on my flanks, working their way up until he had my breasts in his hands. He kneaded at them sensually and methodically, the soapy water lubricating his palms.

"Mmmh..." I hummed, looking over my shoulder slightly. "Careful...they're feeling a bit sensitive." His dick twitched at that.

Once the soap had washed away, he brought his hands back down to my hips. I turned to face him, the water now hitting my back. We kissed, and he held me tightly, running his hands down my body.

He moved his head but continued to kiss, pecking his lips on my cheek, my neck, my shoulders. My breath grew shaky and my heart beat faster as he kissed lower and lower. His tongue met my breast, and he nibbled a bit, but didn't linger. It was a tease, but I knew what he wanted to focus on.

My belly was pooching noticeably now, a slight but definite bump. He squatted down so he was eye-level with it, gazing in wonder. He planted both palms on my stomach, looking up at me as I chuckled softly.

"Hmm, sorry...must be bloated from that big breakfast," I said, playing dumb. He smirked back at me and went back to looking at my middle.

I held his head and ran my fingers through his wet hair as he started to kiss my body again. He smooched all around my small belly, pressing in and feeling the slight give of my flesh with his lips. It tickled a bit but I loved it. The touch of his skin on mine heightened this feeling of warmth and fullness I was having, and I already knew he was going to love this baby.

His kisses kept getting lower still, until his face began to disappear between my thighs. He gripped my legs and I gasped a bit as I felt his tongue start to graze my folds. I leaned back onto the cool tile wall and spread my legs a bit to give him easier access.

Between the shower and our intimacy, I was already wet, and he lapped me up. I shivered and whimpered as he licked me, nibbled my clit, stuck his tongue inside me. All the while, he continued to gently rub my belly, and I put my hand over his. I swore I could feel the mass within growing, expanding outward, but surely it wasn't happening that fast.

Once satisfied, we washed up and finished our shower. He stepped out first and handed me a towel.

I dried off thoroughly, but only softly patted around my middle, unsure of how careful I should be. Seeing this, he reached out and cupped my little belly again, perhaps seeing if it felt different after drying off and swelling a bit more. He really couldn't keep his hands off me, enraptured by the miraculousness of my growing pregnancy.

Tenderly, I moved his hand away, smiling sweetly at him. "C'mon, let's get dressed. You can feel more later."

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We talked as we got dressed. I was debating whether to wear my normal clothes or choose something a bit more loose.

"So, what do you want us doing today, honey?" He asked me.

"We're going to the theater," I told him, hoisting a pair of spandex shorts up around my hips. I liked how the stretchy material cradled my growing bump and complimented my backside. "We wanted to a see a new movie, right?

"A movie?" He said, looking me up and down. "Are you sure...?"

"Yes, don't worry," I reassured him. "I let you know if anything's up...and we'll be right next to each other the whole time."

He seemed okay with that. I smiled, standing up on my toes to kiss his cheek. We finished getting ready and headed out the door.

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Our car was in the shop, so the bus was our only option to get there. It wasn't overly crowded, but most of the seats were taken. After we got on, I approached a man sitting and used my condition to my advantage.

"Ahem," I said, putting a hand on my middle and smoothing out my t-shirt to make the bump more obvious. "May I have this seat?"

"Oh, ah- yeah, of course," The man replied, a bit flustered. He stood up and hurried to a different spot.

I turned and winked at my partner before taking the seat, and he smirked back at me. He approached, standing over me protectively as we rode along. Throughout the whole trip, I noticed him frequently glancing at my belly, almost obsessively. It was cute.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived outside the theater. He took my hand and helped me up from my seat. I made a small noise, unaccustomed to the new weight sitting on me. It had been over two and a half hours since I took the pill, so I was well into my "second trimester" now. My shirt was already starting to ride up a bit over the curve of my bump. He reached over and adjusted it before giving my belly a light pat. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him in close as we walked over to the theater.

We got our tickets and headed over to the snack counter. He only ordered a small popcorn, then prompted me to order.

"I'll take a large popcorn, one candy bar and a slushy," I said. As the worker turned to grab my items, my partner turned and chuckled at me.

"You never order that much popcorn," he mused. "And I don't think I've ever seen you drink a slushy..."

"I guess the baby wants it," I told him, rubbing my belly in a wide circle. I let my hand cradle the underside of it as we waited for our order- yes, it had an underside now. I took pride in how quickly my body was growing to accommodate the new life.

The auditorium was a bit crowded, which was unfortunate, because I knew we both had been secretly hoping for a little alone time in the dark. We went and took our seats, and I was immediately grateful to be off my feet for a bit. I had to readjust my shirt again as we sat; my growing belly was filling it out more and more, and the fabric was even feeling tighter on my chest.

As the opening credits rolled, we sat and ate our popcorn. I was ravenous, which was to be expected. We both finished our bags at the same time, even though mine was two sizes larger.

We tried to keep our attention on the movie, but we were reasonably distracted. I could sense him still stealing glances at me ever so often, perhaps making sure I was doing all right, or to monitor my growth. Whatever change he was seeing, I was certainly feeling it. The more packed my womb became, filling my belly out into my lap, the more hints of movement I felt within. Little ripples of kicks that tickled my insides as the baby grew...it was an odd sensation, but I welcomed it. About halfway into the film, I raised my hand up to my stomach after a particularly strong kick, and I'm sure he noticed.

After glancing over again, he slyly reached his hand over into my seat, his fingers finding my bump. He rested his hand there, trying to see if he'd feel something. I smiled and quietly raised my shirt for him, allowing access to my bare skin. He rubbed softly, and I exhaled deeply, leaning back and trying my best to stifle any sounds of contentment. He was able to spread his fingers out more now, really measuring how big I'd grown in a short time. After a while, his hand drifted off my belly and onto my thigh. I tried once more to pull my shirt back down, except this time it couldn't stretch all the way.

By the end of the movie, I was feeling big and full. My gravid belly rested heavily on me, and my breasts had definitely plumped up a bit. The auditorium lights came on, and he stood up first so that he could help me. He got in front of me, and by the way he stared at me and licked his lips, I could tell he liked what he saw. As he grabbed my hands and pulled me up, I grunted a bit, not used to the change in my center of gravity. I leaned some of my weight on him, and he grasped my waist.

"Mmh...I've gotten a lot bigger," I told him softly, looking up into his eyes.

"You have," he said, voice low and heavy. "Our baby's really growing."

As we exited the theater, I noticed the first pangs of tension in my belly. It wasn't much yet, but I definitely felt it. Our six hours were almost up.

"Let's go home," I said to him, holding onto his hand. He nodded.

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The bus on the ride home was much more crowded. People were packed in like sardines, and there was no way either of us would be able to get a seat. I held onto an handle overhead, and he stood right behind me, holding onto my hips- purely for balance, of course.

"How much time do you think we'll have when we get home?" He asked me, whispering into my ear so that the people around us wouldn't hear. The warmth of his breath on the back of my neck made me feel tingly.

"Hm...probably a little while," I said, stroking my belly thoughtfully. Though, I wasn't sure if that was the truth. As the bus rounded its next turn, I felt what was undeniably another contraction. It hit harder, now, but wasn't that painful- just tight. I wondered if he could feel my muscles tensing against him.

He slid his hands forward to cup my gravid swell, pushing my shirt up a bit more. I blushed, glancing around to see if anyone was watching. He gently lifted up on my belly, taking the weight into his hands, and I hummed with relief.

"That feels wonderful," I told him breathily.

"Figured you could use a break," he chuckled softly. He held it there for a minute before slowly releasing and returning his hands to my hips. "How are you feeling?"

"Mmh...you know, I think I like being pregnant..." I said. I felt him getting hard against me...obviously he enjoyed hearing that, so I embellished. I tilted my hips back and circled them against him, using what little room we had to tease his hard-on with my backside. "I feel so full and heavy, so...mmggh..."

I trailed off as another contraction gripped me. He leaned in and kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Next stop's ours," he said. "Let's make our way to the exit."

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I endured a couple more contractions by the time we got inside, but I didn't make it known, except maybe for a couple little grunts. I didn't want him to worry, and the cramps weren't horribly intense. Still, I knew my baby was ready. It was sitting low and heavy on me, settling down toward its exit.

We were barely in the door before he was on me, kissing and hugging. I welcomed it, knowing how romantic we were both feeling about the situation. I grabbed him and pulled him as close as I could while we made out, pressing my belly into his abdomen. He wrapped one arm around my back and squeezed my ass with the opposite hand.

"Mmph!" I chirped, jolting at the sensation of his fingers digging into my doughy flesh. "Mmh...you like the new body, huh?"

"I love it," He said immediately, breathing heavy as he placed kisses all over my face in rapid succession. "I can't believe...you're growing our baby so fast. You're like a goddess."

I bit at my lip and ran one of my hands through his hair. I adored the compliments, knowing this rapid pregnancy captivated him. As I kissed my man again, he guided us toward the couch, the nearest soft surface to lay on. The baby stirred in my belly, alerted by what was going on outside. The movement was followed by another contraction, and I dug my nails into my partner's back, but he just seemed to take it as a gesture of passion.

I pulled away reluctantly, stopping before he could bring me down onto the couch. I knew we didn't have much time.

"Let me use the bathroom quick," I told him. "Then meet me in the bedroom."

His eyes widened a bit as he nodded. He released me and headed toward our bedroom.

I waddled my way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. Before sitting, I stopped to look in the mirror. It was the first time I was able to see my newly pregnant body in full.

"Wow..." I whispered to myself, taking in the changes. My belly was perfectly round, and sat low on widened hips. It was a good thing I'd chosen the spandex shorts. I turned back and forth, seeing how my ass had filled out, how my breasts strained against my top. I rubbed my hands all over my belly, feeling the weight, the warmth of it. I moved my palms up and cradled my breasts, noticing how they'd gotten heavier, filled with milk. Suddenly I was feeling quite hot and heavy.

The tightening of another contraction brought me out of the fixation. When the pressure subsided, I sat down to relieve myself, not wanting my partner to wait any longer. However, when I was done, I felt a sense of release that was unfamiliar. I looked down in the bowl, noticing a trickle of cloudy fluid.

My water had broken. The baby was coming fast.

I finished my business quickly and washed up. I could really feel the downward pressure now. The contractions were nearly overlapping, and I was sure the baby would soon drop into the birth canal, if it hadn't already. By normal accounts, I should've been in blistering pain...but this wasn't quite a normal pregnancy.

Clutching my belly, I went over into the bedroom, where my partner was laying a towel on the bed. He'd also half-closed the blinds and lit a candle.

"Hmm, quite the setup here..." I said to him, smiling.

He smirked back at me. "Figured it might help you relax."

I gestured to the plush chair that sat in the corner of the room. "Why don't you take a seat?"

He took the offer, sitting himself down smoothly, then looked up at me as I approached. I could see the desire in his eyes as they took me in. He licked his lips, trying to moisten them, though I'm sure his mouth was quite dry.

I came right over and slowly lowered myself onto his lap, straddling him. I gently grabbed his face, and he put his hands on my waist. "I love you," I said.

"I love you too," he replied, trying to pull me in a bit closer. He noticed me tense up and rubbed my sides. "You all right?"

"Yeah, just tight," I breathed, trying to stay casual through the contractions. "Let's have some fun before this baby comes."

We began to kiss, and I pulled his head up to mine as he pulled my torso down to his. It was deep, intimate, and thick with passion. We'd both been waiting so long for this.

He kept his arms wrapped around me, one hand on my back and the other down at my hips, squeezing my ass periodically as we made out. Every time I felt the vice of a contraction, I bit his lower lip and grinded my hips into him. My bulging belly was pressed against him, and I'm certain he could feel the muscles tightening.

"That pill is the best idea we've had," he panted between kisses. "I can't wait...to be parents."

"I know," I gasped. "It's...mggghh...gonna be amazing."

He removed his hand from my backside and brought it up to my breast. I leaned back a bit to let him squeeze, and he did. I moaned as I felt a surge of pleasure.

He flicked at the nipple through my shirt and grunted. "Mggh, babe...your milk's come in."

"Fuck," I blurted, insides tingling at the thought. I sat up and glanced down. Where his hand had squeezed me, there was a bit of a damp spot on my top. "Well, don't be shy...nggh- give it a taste."

He helped me straighten up, and immediately grabbed the lower hem of my t-shirt. I raised my arms so he could pull it over my head. Once he had, I yanked my arms out and tossed the garment on the floor. His eyes widened as he saw my engorged breasts, now out in the air, with small creamy droplets on the areola.

Before he could even react properly, I was basically thrusting my left tit toward his mouth. He grabbed hold of me to steady himself, then took my breast in his mouth and began to suck greedily.

"Ooooh," I moaned, quivering from the immediate shockwaves of pleasure. Being so full of life and laden with hormones, everything felt more intense, and so sensitive. I bit my lip and tucked my chin, resting it on the top of his head as he drank from me.

Another feeling was building through the pleasure, growing stronger with each contraction. The baby was moving down lower, and I wanted to start pushing. Well, my body wanted to. In my head I wanted to stay like this forever, but my baby was ready to come out. And in this position, legs spread and mounted on my partner, it was very hard not to resist.

As my man switched to suck on my other breast, I allowed myself to bear down a little bit at a time. Something I hadn't expected was that the relief of giving in to my instincts was very sexually satisfying.

"Oooh, fuck, fuck..." I groaned.

My partner unlatched. "Mmh- is that too much?"

"No, keep- keep going," I told him, fighting with my body through a contraction. "Ghh- r-rub my belly."

He did as he was told, putting both hands on the sides of my belly and rubbing in circles. The skin there was sensitive too, stretched so tight.

"Oooh, that feels good," I cooed. "I- mmhh- oooohhhh...!"

I was bearing down again. I could feel the baby inching down, the head right up against its exit now. My pussy was hot, wet, throbbing. I couldn't find the words to tell my man what was happening, my brain becoming fried from the mix of sensations.

"You're so hot like this," he breathed. "The belly is so sexy..."

"MmmmmhhhIloveyou," I moaned, collapsing forward and draping myself over him. I gripped the back of the chair and pushed some more- it felt too good not to. My lower lips were bulging out now, the head of my baby splitting them open. I felt the fabric of my shorts and underwear grow tighter around my crotch.

I was too pressed against his chest for him to reach my belly now, so he wrapped his arms around and started rubbing my back instead. The naked skin there was becoming slick with sweat.

He pressed his head against mine, which was buried in his shoulder. "We should think of names," he whispered. "I was thinking...something like Jamie, or Julia for a girl..."

"Nggh," I uttered. I pressed my arms into the couch and sat myself up a bit, so I was face-to-face with him again. The crown between my legs was getting bigger, pressing into my clothes. "...Mhh- I like it, but...let's talk about that later. More kissing now."

I started to make out with him again, but I knew that he could tell something was off. My resolve was wearing thin, my breath getting shakier, my kisses weaker and sloppier. He could feel how much I was straining, so after only a few kisses, he pulled his head away.

"Honey...are you pushing?" he asked me.

I shut my eyes and pressed my forehead into his with a sigh. "A little..."

He took one hand off my back and moved it between my legs. I shuddered when his fingers grazed my inner thigh, then groaned in distress when they found the lump forming in my shorts.

"It's starting to come out," he said, trying to hold back the shock and wonder in his voice.

I simply nodded, our foreheads rubbing together. He felt me tense as my muscles contracted again.

"...Do you want me to...?" he started, unsure.

"P-push it back a little," I grunted. "I'm...not ready to have it yet."

Carefully, he pressed his palm against the bulge. The baby's head receded back inside me.

A gurgling sound escaped me, and I gritted my teeth. There was definitely pain now, and it was searing. My body screamed at me for allowing such a thing... but through the burn, it still felt...good. It was indescribable.

After some gentle pushing, the head was fully back in me, my labia closed around it. But surely this wouldn't last long. I sat up again, gasping for air and staring at my partner with expectant eyes.

"Let's get you over to the bed now," he suggested. I agreed with a nod.

Knowing I wouldn't want to try and stand, he hugged his arms around me and held tight. As he leaned forward, I did my best to wrap my legs around his waist so I could hold on. With some effort, he stood up, carrying me the few feet to the bed like a koala. I was a bit surprised at his strength, but perhaps it was adrenaline at work.

We clambered up onto the bed and he lay me down on my back, my lower half resting on the towel he'd put out. I groaned as I settled onto the mattress, gripping my heaving belly with both hands. There was so much pressure now, but I tried my best to stop pushing.

He placed himself beside me on the bed, lying on his side. He stroked the top of my head with one hand, wiping strands of hair from my grimacing face. "Just breathe...you're doing great."

I took a deep breath before looking over at him. "Hooooo...well, come on...mmh- where were we...?"

He seemed to hesitate briefly, out of concern, but we both knew what we wanted. He leaned over and kissed me, softly yet deeply. He used one hand to caress my bare belly, and I hummed in contentment.

"It feels nice...hooo- when you rub it," I breathed. A strong contraction hit, and my body clenched. His hand held firmly onto my belly, as if tensing along with me. Feeling the urge to bear down again, I pressed my thighs together, crossing my legs at the ankles. "Mmph! Ooohhh...."

As I strained, he moved his kisses down to my neck, then my collarbone. The touch of his lips caused my skin to prickle and my breath to quiver. All the while, he kept on rubbing my tight belly in big circles.

His mouth found its way down to my breast again and began to kiss and suckle. He nibbled on my teat, and spurts of milk sprang forth. My breath caught in my throat, my back arching slightly.

"F-fuck," I gasped. The sensations were all becoming too much. I was awash in pressure, pain, lust, ecstasy. I desperately needed to give in to my body's desire to birth this baby.

My partner began to climb more on top of me, and moved his kisses lower still. He put one knee between my legs, and I was forced to spread them apart again. He started planting kisses on my belly, as his hands moved up to continue stimulating my chest. He grabbed one breast in each hand and squeezed rhythmically while his lips grazed my gravid swell. It felt incredible.

As he continued this, he lifted his other leg and put it between mine. Now I had no choice- I spread my legs wide, and put my knees up. The urge to push quickly strengthened, until it was impossible to resist.

I moaned and arched again, thrusting my belly more into his face. "Nngguuhh...p-pushing...pushinggg!"

He removed his hands from my breasts, sensually stroking down the sides of my belly, as if to soothe me and the baby. His hands were slick with sweat and milk, gliding smoothly over my sensitive skin. He continued to kiss down the middle of my belly as I pushed.

"I can feel it moving down," he told me, as his face became hidden behind my pregnant mound. I wasn't sure if that was true, if he could actually feel the mass descending through me, but it turned me on either way.

With each passing moment, the pressure increased, and the baby came closer to being born. I felt it crowning again, my crotch burning. I gripped the bedsheets in my fists, huffing and puffing from the exertion. "Hooo...hooo...hooo..."

He just kept kissing me, feeling me up, like he was worshipping me. His lips danced around my belly button, making me squirm. It was all so sensitive!

I tucked my chin and curled my body a bit, my face scrunching as I gave my hardest push yet. The head between my legs was quickly nearing a full crown, tenting out my stretchy shorts profusely.

My partner kept kissing down past the curve of my belly, past my pelvis, crouching more between my legs. He saw the growing bulge of our baby's head under the strained and dampened spandex, and gently put his hand on it, caressing it with his thumb. After a moment, he leaned in and lightly kissed it, before looking back up at me.

"Are you ready now?" He asked softly.

I nodded feverishly, grunting and whimpering, already reaching down to grab the hem of my shorts. "Mmh- need it out!"

He sat himself up and helped me pull my shorts and underwear down. It took some effort, with us both being drenched in sweat. At last, he wrangled them past my knees. I gave in to another push as he yanked them off and cast them aside. The head came fully out, along with a spurt of fluid. I gasped and my thighs shook.

"There you go, nice and easy, babe." My partner said. He took one hand and cradled the head hanging out of me. Then, he took the other one and put it above, where his thumb quickly found my clit.

I breathed in sharply, my body spasming. The sensation was unlike anything I'd felt before, an electric, paralyzing pleasure. After so much stimulation, I was already worked up, and I felt like this would put me to the edge...

"Push, honey," my man coaxed.

I bore down as he continued to rub my clit, moaning as my baby's shoulders stretched me. "Fuck...oh, fuck!"

"That's it, it's coming!"

"I'm- I'm..." I sputtered. It was too much. The stimulation, my partner's voice, the baby stretching me. "...I'm c- cuh- MMGGGAAAHH!"

The baby pushed past its widest point as I came. In a flash, it slid out and into my man's awaiting hands. He quickly scooped it up, and I collapsed, completely spent.

I lay back, body shaking, as sweat evaporated off me and caused goosebumps to pop up across my body. I gasped for breath, chest heaving, tits leaking. My hair was matted, my jaw slack. Once the shock of the orgasm tapered off a bit, I looked up.

My partner was still between my legs, holding our newborn baby as it began to cry. "You did it...it's a girl," he said.

Tears of joy welled in my eyes. I reached my arms out and took my daughter into them, bringing her close to me.

Just like that, from one pill and less than a day, I'd brought a new life into the world.

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The End

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respectthepetty · 14 hours ago

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The Odd One Out

All roads leads to Home x Peach

Home's grandfather wanted a ceremony with a strict dress code of orange only.

And I thought it was just because the grandfather really liked the color orange.

Because in a show with a Pink Person, a Cyan Cutie, a Brown Beauty, a Red Rascal, and a Black Brooder (single father of four not pictured), I thought I had my fill of colors.

But as the maids carried out the grandfather's red and orange suits in episode eleven, it hit me.

This is a family of fiery personalities.

Phon is also a Red Rascal.

But she is everything negative about them.

She is vengeful.

She is murderous.

She is hot-tempered.

But Red Rascal Home doesn't have to worry about turning out like her because he has Brown Beauty Kan, Pink Person Pang, Cyan Cutie Home, and Black Brooder Suradech to keep him humble. And, of course, his uncle Somkid.

Who's been an oddity from the very beginning.

And I do mean the very beginning.

However, I trusted Somkid because Orange Oddities are normally optimistic and energetic, which he has been shown to be, but Somkid has his own mysterious and secretive Black Brooder.

Who helps Somkid be everywhere the color-coded kids are.

And I mean everywhere.

However, I didn't realize it because I was too busy focused on Home's wearing Peach's color all the time, which I have believed shows he loves Peach.

Which is why I was also excited when Home wore green (which is part of Peach's cyan) on his chest with his red accented shirt, yet ignored the orange on the stomach of Peach's shirt.

So when the cursed eleventh episode began I felt bad for Peach because he seemed to be struggling with his color as he believed Home didn't care if he left.

The same way Home struggled with his color when he thought his relationship with Peach was irredeemable.

Even though Pang maintained her color.

So when Peach magically gained his color back at the morgue, I knew something was off.

And, thankfully, the showed went back and told us that the Cyan Cutie and Red Rascal had actually worked everything out, so it would make sense that Peach would gain his color back before the morgue scene.

Because the thing about Peach is, unlike Home who has continuously worn Peach's blues and greens throughout the series, Peach isn't so quick to wear Home's red. He likes to save it for big moments, like when he signed "love"

So it was strange that the boy who has gone a journey with Home as they have both evolved (and fallen in love!) barely wears Home's red, while Somkid finally decided after decades of being the oddity of the family to wear red in solidarity with his family.

As if he was trying to prove he belonged in the family.

But the bad thing about Orange Oddities is, because they are attention-seeking and impatient, their actions can quickly become insincere if they feel slighted.

And their true color will easily emerge.

But as mentioned before, Peach likes to save his love red for Home for big moments, like when it's written over his heart with his color below as they prepare to take down Somkid. (Shoutout to the wardrobe department for grabbing a Rolling Loud Music Festival shirt!)

So we enter into the finale with

Black Brooder Suradech being rushed to the hospital,

Somkid showing his true color,

Home wearing his and Peach's combined colors in the same purple sweater he comforted Peach in when Peach faced his past,

Pang supporting her bother in blue with her pink on her chest,

Kan being the secure Brown Beauty,

and Peach in the same blue shirt he wore when Home made his dreams come true that proudly proclaims that "IT'S UP TO YOU" because he is the one who has the save the Red Rascal who quietly crept into his bed in the first episode and into his heart all season.

And now that "YOU" sits on his heart for everyone to see.

#peaceful property #on sale the series #the colors mean things #and they mean these two are in love!#I don't care what the show says #the wardrobe department has an agenda!#color coded boys in love #if I could have had fifty images in this post‚ this would be a lot easier to write #but noooooo!#I'm limited to thirty which stunts my explanations!#this was rough #but I had a point!#home x peach are in love!

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polydeuces · 3 days ago

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𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 ; Dexter Morgan x Fem! Reader (Cult Leader)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; You linger in Dexter Morgan’s shadows, close enough to feel the darkness he hides so well. You know his secrets, his rituals, the thrill he keeps hidden from the world. Silently, you wait for that perfect moment to step into his path—so he can finally see that he’s been hunted all along.

𝔠𝔴 / 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ; (688words) mentions of cults, stalking, potential violence, intrusive thoughts, and elements of psychological tension.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

He was supposed to be the predator.

You’d watched him for a year now, the man who walked through the world with an all too familiar blend of invisibility and quiet command. Dexter Morgan, a blood–spatter analyst by day and something far more dangerous by night. But those were his surface-level disguises. You’d begun to peel back the layers, unraveling the nuances of a man who navigated life in the shadows, just as you have for so many years now.

It started innocently enough—fleeting moments when you’d caught sight of him on the crowded Miami streets, merging into the sea of faces like he belonged there. But you knew better. You knew what it was to wear masks, to walk amoung people undetected, unseen and unnoticed. There was something about him, the way he looked at the world, made him all the more intriguing.

So you watched. Carefully, hidden, with a patience you’d honed over years of practice, you observed him as he slipped out of his office at night, slightly tense in his gaze, focused, distant, as if he were listening to something only he could hear. Often times, you’d follow him to the places he frequented; his home, abandoned warehouses, places where the thin line between light and darkness blurred. You learned his routines, the way he’d pull his signature black gloves onto his hands, the way his eyes would sweep across the streets with a meticulous attention to detail before stepping into his own hidden rituals.

It fascinated you.. his dance, this performance between worlds. His life was a careful balance of precision and secrecy. And then there were his victims. You’d seen him work, watched from the edges as he sized up those he deemed worthy enough. You hadn’t intervened— after all, it wasn’t about them. It was about him. You needed to understand his purpose, what drove him and what rulebook or code tethered him to this life.

You began to study his life beyond the night as well, picking up pieces of Dexter Morgan, the man, the father, the blood-spatter analyst, the widower, the mask. You’d slip into his world unnoticed, lingering at places he went during the day; you listened to his colleagues, his sister and the casual comments that painted a picture of someone, friendly, yet distant, the “nice guy” who kept to himself.

You learned his patterns, his preferences, even the small, old habits he indulged in when he thought no one was watching. You uncovered the Dexter he showed to the world, the façade that kept his true nature hidden.

But you could see it—the subtle tension in his jaw, the guarded look in his eyes that surfaced when someone got too close, the small tells of a hidden life. The knowledge inside you—the kind of intimacy that was both exhilarating and forbidden—you knew him in a way no one else did, knew him not by the lies he told, but by the silence he kept.

So, you kept waiting, biding your time. You wanted him to know that he been seen, that he wasn’t as invisible as he thought. You wanted him to understand that he was no longer the only one who lived by a code of shadows. You watched him for countless nights—slipping in and out of his world like a phantom, leaving a sense of unease that you knew would begin to gnaw at him.

Until finally, one night, you decided it was time.

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important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not my own original creation; it’s inspired by the work of the creators behind the tv show.

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sequinsmile-x · 2 days ago

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Favourite

Emily and Aaron try to make some time for themselves early one morning, but they are interrupted by their toddler.

-x-

Hi besties <3

This is a birthday fic for one of my best friends in the entire world. I hope you had a day as lovely as you are. I love you so much <3

This fic is based on the above gif, and is just our favourite idiots being soft and very much in love.

On a different note, today has been a rough day. And I am holding space for everyone who needs it. I'm sad and angry and numb, and writing has always been an outlet for me. I hope this brings distraction and a small amount of joy for anyone who needs it today <3

-x-

Warnings: mildly spicy, a lemon and herb on the Nando's spice scale.

Words: 2.1k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily hums contentedly as she wakes up, her expression melting into a smile as her senses return one by one.

The first thing she registers is the smell of home. The smell of comfort and him washing over her as she snuggles deeper into the embrace she’d fallen asleep in hours ago, his chest against her back and his arm over her waist. Then she feels him, his hand tangled up in hers and pressed against her cheek, the soft kisses he is trailing from her shoulder to her neck. She realises that must be what’s woken her up. That he’s gently pulled her from sleep before their alarm or their kids wake them up. His lips against her bare skin where her t-shirt, his t-shirt, has slipped down from her shoulder.

She turns in his arms, smiling when he helps her, her eyes still closed as his hand drifts to her waist. She kisses him, tasting toothpaste, a sign he’d already snuck out of bed, over something that was just him.

“No fair,” she grumbles, her voice thick with sleep still, rough with misuse as she kisses him again, this time tasting his smile, “You brushed your teeth first. My breath must suck.”

She finally opens her eyes, greeted with the sight of him. He’s smiling at her, his dimples carved out deep in his cheeks as he pushes her hair away from her face, the hair tye she’d used to put it up the night before lost somewhere amongst the pillows.

He’s not wearing a shirt, his skin bare and beautiful in the morning light of their bedroom. She can’t help but think of their first night together, how she’d led him into her apartment after their first date full of nervous kisses and easy conversation, and told him for the 100th time that she was sure she wanted this. That she wanted him. He’d been nervous - something about his touch that was hesitant until she asked him why, a part of her worried it was something to do with her. He’d assured her it wasn’t, his expression serious and his touch as sure as it had been all night as he admitted two things - one that he’d only ever had sex with Haley before, that he was worried he’d somehow let Emily down, and two that no one other than medical professionals had ever seen his scars.

She’d told him in no uncertain terms that neither of those things mattered to her. That there was no way he could let her down in any way, and that his scars were already beautiful to her because they were made of him. They were proof he’d stitched himself back together bit by bit and had survived. She’d whispered that she had scars too, had pulled her dress over her head on in movement to show him the constellation of scar tissue left behind on her abdomen, his focus on where she’d been torn apart and sewn back together, not the new lingerie she’d bought with him in mind. He’d kissed her then, his fingers dancing over skin she still couldn’t feel even now, his touch making her tingle in more ways than one.

There were moments, all these years later, when even though she was his wife, she’d still feel nothing less than honoured that he trusted her like this. That he’d sleep next to her and wander around their room without a shirt on, his smile soft as he explained either the shirt or the snuggling had to go in the summer and that the snuggling was non-negotiable.

“Never,” he replies, kissing her again to prove a point, his hand shifting to her back, sneaking under the t-shirt she’s wearing as he moves so she’s half beneath him, another kiss stamped against her lips to prove his point as he settles over her.

She chuckles, her smile wide as she turns her head to look at the alarm clock on her nightstand, his kiss catching her dimple as she registers the time, her eyebrow raised as she looks back at him, “I’m assuming you have good reason to wake me up this early on a Saturday when both our kids still seem to be asleep.”

He hums against her cheek, the sound vibrating through her as it makes her shiver, his lips chasing hers as he kisses the corner of her mouth and then kisses her properly.

“I was thinking,” he starts, kissing her again, his hand under her shirt encouraging her towards him, her back arching so her chest is pressed against his whilst his hand travels downwards, “We rarely have Saturday mornings to ourselves,” he kisses her again, his hand slipping below the hem of her pyjama pants, “And we have 30 minutes maximum before Thea is demanding your attention, and two hours before we have to leave for Jack’s soccer game,” he squeezes the globe of her ass, his smile close to a proud smirk as he draws a gasp from her, “And that we can do a lot with 30 minutes,” he pulls back to look at her, “Is that a good enough reason?”

She tries to act stern for a moment, but it fails, her smile wide as she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer. She rubs her nose against his and kisses him, taking a moment to tug at his lower lip with her teeth when she pulls back.

“It’s the best reason I can think of,” she says as she pulls him in, her hands in his hair as she holds him close as if there was anywhere else he’d rather be than settled between her thighs in their bed. She groans as she widens her legs, lets him get impossibly closer, and hooks one of them around his back, smiling when he moans as she rolls her hips against his.

“Sweetheart,” he groans, his hand tight on her hip as she smiles up at him, her eyes full of love and want. He loved their life. Loved the chaos that came with having a two-year-old and an almost ten-year-old, but he loved this too. The place where it all started - quiet moments where it was just him and his wife, the woman he was lucky to love and be loved by in return. His hand slips below the waistline of her pyjama pants again, skimming the soft skin of her thighs, drawing another gasp from her, one of his favourite sounds in the world.

“We’re on a clock here, honey,” she says, using her heel to push his sweatpants down a little, desperation for him thrumming beneath her skin, “We both know-”

“Mama!”

She chuckles and closes her eyes, her grip on him loosening at the sound of their daughter’s voice through the closed bedroom doors and the baby monitor on the nightstand. Her hands shift from his hair to his cheeks, holding him in place as she kisses him softly. His hand moves to her waist, squeezing gently.

“Turns out 30 minutes was more like 3,” he says, only half grumbling, his love for their little girl already shining in her eyes.

She hums and kisses him, her hands still on his cheeks, “We’ll try again later after bedtime.”

“Mama!”

“Duty calls,” she says, chuckling at the impatience in Thea’s voice. She taps his cheek as he moves off of her. She briefly pouts at the loss of his warmth as she climbs out of bed, “I’ll go get little miss Thea,” she says, turning to look at him before she walks out of the room, “We can probably get a little more snuggling in at least before the day really starts.”

He smiles and settles back onto his side of the bed, his smile turning into a smirk as he raises his eyebrows at her, “Snuggling with both my girls is my second favourite way to start the day.”

She laughs and shakes her head at him, “Later,” she says again, her smile full of promise and mischief.

She’s not surprised when she walks into the nursery to find Thea already halfway to climbing out of the crib, her tongue stuck out between her lips as she concentrates on the task at hand, “Hold it right there my little monkey.”

Thea looks up at her, her smile wide, “Mama.”

Emily is across the room in a second and hauling her into her arms, her quick reflexes only made better by being the parent of a toddler, “Morning baby,” she says, kissing her forehead, “I think we need to get you a big girl bed soon, huh?”

“Big girl,” Thea repeats and Emily kisses her forehead again, shifting her so she’s on her hip and walks to the master bedroom.

“Guess who was trying to climb out of her crib again?” She says, smiling at her husband as she settles Thea onto the bed, her smile getting wider when the little girl makes a beeline for her father, all but throwing herself at him.

“Oh it definitely couldn’t have been my little Thea,” he says, wrapping his arm around the toddler, kissing the top of her head as she snuggles against his side, her giggle loud as she shakes her head, playing along with him.

“You two are lucky you’re cute,” Emily says, her fake irritation given away by her wide smile as she joins them in bed.

Aaron leans down to speak to Thea, stage whispering so Emily can hear him, his voice louder than it usually was, “I think Mama is a little grumpy this morning.”

Thea furrows her brows, and looks between both her parents, “Why, Mama?”

Emily’s cut off before she can say anything, her husband smirking at her over their little girl’s head as he replies for her.

“Oh, she woke up earlier than usual.”

She narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head before she looks down at Thea, “I’m okay, sweet girl,” she says, pushing her hair from her forehead, “But you know what would make me feel better?” She smiles when Thea shakes her head, and she makes a point of lying down, encouraging the little girl to lay down with her, “If we lay here and snuggle for a little while,” she looks up at Aaron who is still sitting up, his smile fond as he looks down at them both, “We need Daddy to join us though.”

Thea turns to look at Aaron and stares at him with the stern expression she’d picked up from him, “Daddy lay down.”

He suppresses a laugh, “Yes ma’am.”

He lays down with them and tugs them both into his arms, Thea content to lay between both of her parents as they share a pillow, her head on Emily’s chest and her tiny fingers wrapped around the neckline of her shirt. Emily kisses her forehead before she rests her cheek on top of the little girl’s head, taking the opportunity to look up at her husband, his smile once again fond and full of love.

He can’t help but stare at them together, their matching smiles and matching eyes enough to bowl him over every time. Thea was Emily’s double through and through, a tiny version of his wife who he had to convince to eat breakfast most mornings when he cut her toast the wrong way. He couldn’t believe that he had this sometimes. That he had a second chance at building a family after everything that had happened. Something beautiful and precious found amongst Emily’s smile and the broken pieces of his life.

“I was wrong before,” he says, stroking his knuckles down Thea’s cheek as she starts to fall asleep, Emily’s embrace her favourite place to be since she was a tiny newborn. The sound of her heartbeat the place the little girl found peace and comfort. It was the one thing she’d seemingly got from him apart from his facial expressions - his love for Emily and the comfort he found in her something he’d passed on to both Thea and Jack.

Emily hums, running her hand up and down Thea’s back, “About what?”

“This is my favourite way to start the day,” he says, smiling when she looks up at him, “No offence.”

She leans over Thea to kiss him, careful not to disturb the now sleeping toddler, “None taken,” she whispers against his lips, “It’s my favourite too.”

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dreamwreaver · 2 days ago

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Thank you for the welcome from my previous ask about Vox, I've been busy and finally I could talk about my thoughts on my favorite couple and the others around them. If it's alright, I'd like to be seen as the "rambling nonnie" because I ramble on too long.

About Vaggie, I noticed a lack of her presence in the leaks, which for me, means she's gonna be put in the back seat yet again. I also feel like whatever supposedly important role she's gonna get it's gonna be tied to Charlie. Again. Like everytime.

"Vaggie's the manager of the hotel!" Oh, wow, does she have a genuine interest in redeeming sinners? "No, she does it for Charlie!"

"Vaggie has an interesting arc regarding her thirst for revenge and she should fight for love instead of fighting her detestation for her awful fellow soldiers!" Well, did that arc thoroughly develop her as a character? "No, it was pointless because she didn't really show any signs of vengeful bloodlust before that song and she was already loyal and fighting for Charlie!"

Honestly, what really strikes out to me was the fact Vaggie didn't change her mind as an exorcist because of Charlie, she made the realization herself. But even though that's the case, why was a single demon child enough to shift sides? Are we just gonna gloss over the fact she killed hundreds of sinners each year and kept that from Charlie for years? And didn't punish her or give her huge consequences for her actions?? The most the show did was just make her and Charlie have a fallout for like half of the episode, then near the end of it, the two of them make up because of a shrunken head souvenir and a conversation with Rosie who was a third party that didn't even know Vaggie???

While Alastor and Vaggie were no different when it came to being murderers, at least Alastor didn't keep it a secret and he suffered the consequences of his actions anyway. What makes Vaggie better than him, really? That she didn't have a choice in it? That she didn't enjoy it? True, but keep in mind she most likely had a higher kill count than Alastor and those sinners will never have the chance to redeem themselves and she has never fully apologized for her actions to the princess of those people and likely never will. After all, her very kindhearted girlfriend forgave her, right? Without even having a long, hard conversation onscreen, right? And that's good enough for most of the fandom.

Allow me the indulgence of a rambley the raccoon gif for you nonny

And vaggie, I feel like she was flattened from pilot to series in a big way. Right down to her design. Like she went from having stripes and x's as a motif to just red and black. Wow, so different. It looks like a uniform. Charlie wearing a red suit makes sense since she wants to be taken seriously and we see in her battle outfit that she wears red so red could just be a favorite color of hers, or the color of the royal family given the apple is the fruit of knowledge they're going with here.

Alastor, well he probably didn't have much input on his design and color scheme. The suit is 30s based so I'm not surprised at the style, one of the older comics shows him sporting a straw boater which he then tosses to a group of cannibal ladies to watch them tear each other apart over it. He enjoys the attention but doesn't get much out of it. But vaggie?

The most insight we get into her character is likely her nightgown and her own battle outfit. But the nightgown is a reference to her heavenly origins and the battle outfit is clearly a Carmilla carmine design. And the soft femme angle could work if they didn't make her the straight man to all the other characters. And in a cast like this she's not the voice of reason so much as the stick in the mud. Half of the conflicts in the show are summed up as:

Vaggie: Charlie no!

Charlie: Charlie yes!

Usually with Alastor indulging her. And when things blow up in her face there's no moment of vaggie even getting an "I told you so" of ANY kind! And let's be real, I'm sure that Charlie loves vaggie, but I'm not 100% sold on Vaggie TRULY loving Charlie. I definitely think she BELIEVES she loves Charlie, but this is a white knight/savior complex. Charlie saved her when vaggie had nothing, therefore vaggie must protect Charlie to be worthy of being her partner. Vaggie was not ready to be in a relationship after being abandoned in Hell. Let's be real, there's a bit of prejudice to Vaggie's relationship. Isn't it nice that the person the fallen Angel is in a relationship with is of royal blood? She's half angel. Lilith was a full demon when Charlie was born, the only human thing Charlie likely inherited from her mother was her soul. I fully believe that Charlie would and has dated sinners. Would Vaggie? I highly doubt it. She can claim she "believes" in Charlie's idea and vision all she likes, like Rosie said; words are cheap, actions are not.

What about Vaggie's actions show us the audience her love for Charlie? The one instance I can think of off the top of my head is the commercial. That's the ONE time she takes initiative on her own to try and lighten Charlie's workload. The meeting with her father? Yeah she suggested it I guess but the thing about that was that Charlie knows her relationship with her father better than Vaggie does. And, to add, Charlie DOES NOT WANT parental aid in this. She wants to do it on her own. Charlie is both very ignorant and very aware of the privilege of her position. No one respects the royal family sure but she could still crush any sinner she wanted to with a flick of her wrist. And then after that? Vaggie tried to get out of going to heaven, vaggie didn't even attempt to nip the threat of Adam revealing her secret before the meeting, left Charlie open to Alastor's hands by giving her space, and then proceeded to scold her after let me remind you; SHE MADE A DEAL WITH ALASTOR IN EPISODE 1!

Vaggie has absolutely no right to admonish Charlie for making the deal that could save her people when she gladly made a deal with the radio demon just to get a commercial made.

And I know this seems like I hate vaggie as a character but I don't! I wouldn't even mind Chaggie being end game canon and us knowing that from the start so long as it meant we got to SEE their relationship evolve. But Vaggie as a character is inseparable from title of "Charlie's gf" that's it. And the out for love song, it's a banger no doubt about that but seriously?

When did we see Vaggie ever desiring revenge? Her seeing one child during an extermination made such a change in her that she was mortally wounded and left for dead. And she just... moved on? Okay cool. She doesn't hate the exterminations, she's not vehemently trying to stop them AND get the hotel up and running. She's fine hitting the streets to try and get patrons but that's about it. Maybe if we had a b plot of vaggie sneaking away for turf war carnage or being a sort of pentagram city vigilante I would understand the vengeance thing since at least we'd have seen her capacity for violence in action. But nope!

And I cannot tell you how much that stupid keychain frustrates me. Because it's symbolic of what doesn't work about chaggie as it stands. They DONT talk things out. Again, shenanigans are vaggie trying to tell Charlie to change something fundamental about herself or that some idea she has isn't practical, Charlie ignores Vaggie, chaos ensues and then... nothing. The fact that we saw Charlie apologize to angel dust for overstepping his boundaries before we ever saw anything between Charlie and Vaggie and their issue being SO MUCH BIGGER is so incredibly irritating to me. And here's the thing; both of them are valid. Vaggie had every right to keep a secret like that out of fear of being rejected by Charlie, and Charlie has every right to be upset by the fact that this person she's ostensibly shared her life, her heart, and her body with could keep something like this from her. Charlie's entire personality means she gives every part of herself to her partner, and for someone like Vaggie it's just not a healthy dynamic for either of them.

And Rosie, my sweet sadistic darling; you know nothing about Vaggie. Don't speak on her behalf. Yes, it can be hard to admit to something that would hurt someone you care about. But being the reason for countless mortal souls being destroyed? When your partner cares so deeply for her people? That's not something I really feel a romantic relationship should be able to survive. At least it shouldn't be resolved by the appearance of Vaggie's wings and a fucking keychain.

One piece of life advice I have heard that seems applicable here is always examine your thoughts. The first thought you have is what you're programmed to think, the second thought is what you actually feel? When Rosie asked Charlie if doubted whether Vaggie loved her she went "No, yes? No!" And that last one sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of it than she was really thinking through her feelings. Charlie sees the good in everyone, so Rosie's advice isn't super useful because of Charlie's own optimistic personality. Meanwhile Carmilla's advice to vaggie is just, not applicable at all. Everything she has done up to that point has been out of what she considers "love" for Charlie. Also... are we not going to talk about that line "fuel yourself with the fear of losing that someone who's your reason to live"?

Charlie would survive just fine without Vaggie. I cannot say the same about the reverse. There is this sort energy between them that just brings out the parts of them that on a straight couple would be red flags all around but get a pass because gay.

Charlie constantly ignores Vaggie's practical advice? Girl dump him he doesn't value you!

Vaggie as a male consistently tries to tell Charlie not to be herself. To change things about her to make her more palatable to a population that only respects brute shows of power and doesn't give a flying fuck about her? Girl dump him he shouldn't be trying to change you!

And I'll be real, a huge draw for a lot of Charlastor shippers is the "I can fix him/I can make her worse" angle. But here's the thing, both Alastor and Charlie enter that dynamic knowing exactly what the other's about. There's no pretensions or illusions. Charlie knows he's a dangerous overlord and a Dealmaker. Alastor knows she's got plenty of exploitable issues that he can take advantage of but the core of her convictions is entirely solid. Charlie making him better isn't the sort of redemption of him being charitable. It's the "oh fuck I have empathy now and I don't like it" kind.

I just don't see enough compromise in the personalities of Charlie or Vaggie that explain to me why they would stay together after the revelation? I don't see why Charlie would want to stay with someone who willingly slaughtered thousands of souls and never had a problem with it before. Nor has she demonstrated a change of heart regarding sinners and their ability to change. She cares about people achieving redemption because of how it will affect Charlie, not because she gives a shit about what happens to these sinners.

I am fairly certain I drifted from your ask entirely but I hope you enjoyed this ramble Nonny.

#charlastor #radiobelle #hazbin hotel #dream replies

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vanha-paholainen · 2 days ago

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Viktor NSFW hc's.

Tw: mentions of sickness, mentions of throwing up, mentions of famished body.

Soon I will see my dear Viktor again.

I made some headcanons about him. Hope someone will like it. English isn't my first language, so please, don't beat me up, I'm just some ukrainian guy.

— The older Viktor gets, the worse his legs get. Problems with joints are added to the congenital curvature. If at the age of twenty-two he was able to cover three or four kilometers in a day, and with proper stops and motivation — all eight, now, at thirty-two, it is sometimes difficult for him even to get himself out of bed.

— Viktor, in addition to the corset and leg correction shown in the series, wears compression stockings when he feels particularly lousy.

— Actually, all his meals are scheduled and strictly regulated in accordance with his medication, but this stubborn workaholic often neglects his needs, which then makes him vomit bile, faints and experiences other troubles.

— Speaking of stomach problems. Let's omit the fact that all the characters that I like, they somehow magically appear — Viktor really has a reason for problems with the gastrointestinal tract. Previously, everything was tolerable, but now, due to the side effects of phlegm-thinning lung drugs and heavy painkillers on which he sits, Viktor vomits with enviable regularity at least once every two weeks. This usually happens either in the middle of the working day or after. Sometimes he jumps up to get a basin early in the morning, because he can also be sick from pills. Because of this, his teeth are slowly deteriorating. In addition, it is in the episodes of vomiting that he feels particularly weak and pathetic.

— It is in case of an unforeseen outpouring of vomit that there is a basin under Viktor's desk.

— He often faints too. This is mainly due to overwork and lack of sleep. Over the years, Victor has learned to anticipate this phenomenon and therefore usually manages to sit down.

— Viktor washes exclusively while sitting on a special shower chair for people with disabilities. You can't sit in the bathroom in his position, and if you do, you'll get out, and standing in the shower without support is painful and tiring for him.

— If Viktor takes days off, it's just to get enough sleep. He doesn't like social events and noisy streets. It seems to him that the Piltoverians look at him with contempt, he does not like small talk, because he is used to putting meaning and sincerity into every word he says, and, besides, the noise of the crowd tires him very quickly. Even when Jayce invites him, filled with a strange sense of extrovert duty to an introverted work partner, Viktor politely refuses. He does not want to once again experience the views of the local nobility and feel like a stranger. He has enough problems without that.

— The feeling of loneliness and misunderstanding is his only faithful companion. Since childhood, Viktor has watched the fun of other children as if through bulletproof glass, and over the years this feeling of alienation from the world of people has only worsened. He had never experienced true friendship, had never loved anyone—and sometimes this realization made him hate himself so much that it was time to climb into a noose. In despair, he thought that maybe if he had been born like everyone else, it would have been easier for him. No, he never tried to be like the crowd, but loneliness often made him regret his genius. Over time, Viktor resigned himself. After all, his mechanisms will always be with him. There is no human impermanence in them. The breakdown of a certain gear is easier to predict than the cooling of a relationship.

— By the age of thirty-two, Viktor is a virgin. As mentioned earlier, he has never loved anyone, and therefore this fact is not shameful for him. He just thinks it's out of his area of interest and has no regrets about it.

— Viktor has a very significant «manhood»: 18.4 cm in length. However, he does not use it.

— Despite the extremely lousy position of his lungs, he smokes, and smokes a lot. He prefers unfiltered cigarettes, smokes about a dozen a day.

— Surprisingly, Viktor is not circumcised and is not even infertile. He is quite capable of becoming a father - but I think anyone understands that this will be the worst version of a dad that can only be imagined.

— Viktor never attached much importance to the partner's gender. He believes that there is no need to limit yourself to such extensive issues. He is bisexual (and possibly a mechanophile).

— If Viktor hypothetically has sex, he will do it with all his usual thoroughness. He will buy a pack of the best thin condoms (japanese ones can serve as an analogue from our world), purchase hypoallergenic lubricant and be very careful with his partner. In addition, before sexual intercourse, he will wash himself and immediately before the process, he will discuss everything with his partner again. It may seem superfluous, but he does not know how to do otherwise. He feels safer when he knows for sure that he is doing everything right: after all, it is not in his plans to damage someone's intestines or cervix.

— What Viktor will definitely not try in bed is the missionary position, where the heavier partner will be on top, and sitting on his face. This point hardly needs explanation.

— If Viktor finds himself in a receiving position in bed (that is, under a man), he will expect from his partner the same tenderness and attentiveness that he shows himself. Viktor does not welcome rudeness and savagery. He is thirty-two years old and terminally ill. With him, either gently and carefully, or in no way.

— Viktor prefers large partners with a good combination of fat percentage and muscle mass. No, appearance does not come first for him, the contact of mind and soul is more important to him — but opposites attract, and he will be especially pleased if his partner, regardless of gender, is an athletic endomorph with dark skin and large breasts. Sky and Jayce are perfect for his type.

— By the way, the subject of Viktor's stingy erotic fantasies are... Anatomical sketches with a female body. Yes, he prefers realism and precision even in such matters.

— Viktor treats himself differently. As mentioned earlier, he differentiates himself from society, and therefore his own nakedness seems disgusting and unnatural to him. He considers himself unattractive due to exhaustion and pelvic problems, and therefore does not like to relate himself to the general mass. Deep down, he wants to become a machine: then there will be no problems with a sick body and an imperfect mind. «Naturalness is for everyone, but not for me.»

#viktor arcane #viktor league of legends #arcane #headcanon

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kiyo-cant-write · 2 days ago

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post grad floyd visited by jade/azul ✧･ﾟ

This is not a request and is a drabble based on a conversation with @shrimplymoray (hi Moray!!) about JeiAzu and what post-graduation Floyd would be doing. This has no plot or larger fic, it's a drabble/scene.

To followers, remember that Akuma is a multishipper and everything is a multiverse. Just because I write one headcanon for a character or ship for canons doesn't mean it is true in ALL my works. Everything has a time and a place here in my inability to write full pieces.

Summary: A little under two years after graduation, Jade and Azul pay a visit to the Queendom of Roses where Floyd has taken up residence (we assume it is to give a certain goldfish a hard time).

TW/CW: None

Notes: established relationship, canon/canon, Jade/Azul (JeiAzu), post-graduation, future au, this is not a reader insert, implied Trey/Riddle (TreyRid) & Floyd/Che'nya (FloNya)

Guest Stars: None

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As they approached the address that Azul had on his phone, the octomer wasn't sure he had inputted it correctly. This couldn't be where Floyd lived. This house looked like a teapot. Would Floyd really live here of all places? It was absurd. Azul couldn't compute it.

Nothing in the Queendom had made any sense to him. It was like Heartslabyul but bigger and even more confusing than Riddle had been in school. Why was Floyd even here? Even when asked the other had not given a clear answer. Floyd had some business here it seemed and from what Jade told him this morning, it had something to do with Riddle (who he was still terrorizing even at his age), Riddle's partner, and a certain strange nekomi.

He turned to Jade who was smiling in a way that didn't bode well.

Was Jade aware of something?

"Jade," Azul tried in as firm a tone as he could muster.

"Do you want me to say something, Azul?" the eel asked him.

What did Azul want him to say? He didn't know.

"Would he really—"

Azul was cut off by the door to the strange house opening and there was Floyd, hair long and wearing something that neither Jade nor Azul wished to comment on. There he was, there was the answer. Azul was sure this visit would not be the ideal one now.

Did he even want to know what was going on?

Would it help or worsen his condition?

Sighing, he walked into the house, following Floyd with Jade close behind him. It almost reminded him of Night Raven when they worked at the lounge together, when they had met the strange human who, to Azul's knowledge, was still here in their world.

However, coming into the house? That was five minutes ago. This was now. In that time, they had received a tour of the place against their will (or Azul's anyway, Jade seemed to have fun), with Floyd narrating every object in his house and what its name was. There were rat magnets on the fridge that Floyd had called "ragnets."

That was the final straw.

Azul was not amused and he could tell Jade was withholding commentary just to see him gawk at the odd trinkets they witnessed (there was a life-size cardboard cut out of Vil Schoenheit in there, Jade! Explain that!). But Jade stayed silent no matter what raised brows and strange stares Azul gave him when Floyd wasn't looking.

Finally, there was a pause as Floyd needed to answer his phone. It was surprising but accepted by the octomer who was overwhelmed by the sheer oddity of the situation. It didn't matter who Floyd was calling, Azul would gladly thank them for pausing that.

As he watched Floyd walk into another room in the... teapot, he turned to Jade who looked like he was stifling a laugh. Careful not to draw attention from the phone and back to them, Azul hissed out a whisper to Jade.

"You think this is fun, don't you?"

The octopus was offended, just a tad.

"Oh, definitely," Jade told him, grin widening a tad to show his sharp teeth, "Most definitely, Azul."

Azul sighed.

"…Sadist."

"Masochist~" Jade whispered back.

Standing, they waited for Floyd to come back, with Jade smiling eagerly and Azul regretting taking off from work to visit a friend.

"Maa, Catfish, I don't need you to bring me back anything," Floyd's voice would be heard over the phone, "Eh? Just tell Goldfish work is dumb! That old turtle will help~"

Floyd talked on the phone for a few minutes as Azul and Jade watched, hearing muffled bits and pieces of the exchange as Floyd's voice shifted from calm to laughter to even a serious tone once or twice.

"Just ask that turtle, he knows him best," Floyd repeated to the caller.

"You don't think the person he's talking to is..." Azul half-asked Jade a moment later, trailing off at the end of his own idea.

"Let's find out~" Jade suggested, laughing a little too darkly for Azul's liking (in this context).

"...Today is not going to be a slow day," Azul mumbled.

"With me and Floyd? Never."

Jade wasn't lying, of course. This was completely true. There was never a dull day with the twins, together or separate. Azul knew this. He had known this since he was young. This was his life.

"You're a lot, you know," he told Jade after a moment, though he smiled at him, "You just never stop."

"Oya? Thank you~" Jade grinned for a moment, showing all his teeth before they were concealed once more.

The two exchanged a look and it was decided: today was the day that Floyd would tell them why he moved to the Queendom of Roses.

"Ready, Jade?"

"Of course," Jade replied, taking a step closer.

"Ehh?" Floyd managed as he came back into the room, "What are you two talking about anyway??"

Floyd put his phone back into his pants pocket. And what ridiculous pants they were. Who wears colors so bright? It was like looking at the sun! Or that's what Azul thought. Neon orange and pink. Highlighter colors, truly.

"Get him."

Jade nodded and within a moment, Floyd, who was not expecting this, was grabbed and restrained in the most effective way Jade could. Call it a a show of strength or an attack, Jade was good at it and where they were didn't matter. Jade would hold down his brother in his own home to get information, all in good fun.

The quieter twin thought that this was like that time when they were kids and Floyd took Jade's shell and a fight broke out and... Oops, that's a story for another time. Next time, maybe.

"Who was that on the phone, Floyd?" Azul asked, watching one eel writhe to try and get away from the other, "Someone we know?"

"JADE! AZUL! NO FAIR!"

Imagine the rest yourself! :)

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Thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Do NOT repost my writing/headcanons as your own >:c Check the top of my blog for the inbox status and read the rules before requesting. This is not a twst-only blog! ^^

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unoriginal-starwalker · 14 hours ago

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ok. ok ok. hold on. this is gorgeous and i need to react to everything.

him being made of silica makes sense, although it's funny to imagine that he's made of styrofoam since that's what his real-life statue was made of on the inside lol

the color-changing chromatophores? so cool! and make a lot of sense with my thoughts of Euclydia and Bill's parents! the angsty possibility that the reason Bill keeps drawing them as only red and blue triangles because he only remembers them as the way they were soon before he 'broke out' of Euclydia - angry and distressed/sad. (i didn't come up with this idea, but idk where i saw it - lmk if you know who did!) it's so funny imagining them like the Boov from the movie Home, involuntarily changing colors based on their emotions - that possibility is ripe with goofy scenarios.

yeah, Euclydian's skin being black makes sense with the Theraprism clothes and stuff, I just think it's funnier if he does wear socks and gloves lol

ALSO YEAH it's killing me that we don't know for sure the texture of Bill's hands!!! In the video "How Not to Draw Grunkle Stan" there's a 3D model of Bill and his hands/arms look kinda fuzzy, but that's far enough removed from canon it probably only counts if you want it to.

oooh coelom! I've just gained knowledge! I love fluid-filled cavities!!

his eyelashes being antennae makes a lot of sense, and the retracting and stuff? very cool. we love making animation inconsistencies into lore - this triangle never has a consistent number of eyelashes lol

DUUUDE. "His lashes get longer and he flutters his eyelid more near Ford, probably because he enjoys his smell." AGSHDFHDSHFDS??? HELLO?????? BILLFORD SHIPPERS EATING GOOD TONIGHT

In the Book of Bill, on the page about destroying/liberating Euclydia, Bill says he hears "this loud buzzing in my ears", so theoretically he does have ears somewhere?

in regards to tasting and having a tongue, as far as I know we've never seen Bill with a tongue in canon, although i do subscribe to the headcanon that he has one

okay yeah the way his limbs and those muscles work makes a lot of sense, both the regular human movement & cartoony wiggly stuff! (also, Ford spotted!) i love the little illustration of him with his limbs retracted in his shell :3

lol i love "fictional geometric shaped people"!

"The guy has a thing for teeth" <- you are so right, he's a freak <3

the way his mouth works makes a lot of sense! it's so cool!!

"I also have no idea whether they have an anus and if it’s just one. This is just something I can’t tell you." <- lmao understandable

oh yeah he does like starch doesn't he? yeah he would not care about it being unhealthy lol, that's so him

oooh yeah breathing between his bricks! dude yeah and the voice echoey thing having an anatomy explanation??? especially knowing that you can recreate Bill's voice effect by copying the audio twice, pitching one higher and one lower! and the 'demon voice' being vocal fry makes a lot of sense too!!

"That's why Bill seems to glow when he speaks - he's actually vibrating." <- COOLEST THING EVER??? COOLEST THING EVER ALERT?????? IDK MAN I JUST THINK THIS IS REALLY COOL!!!!!

finally the us government did something good. giving us info about how bill's blood works

omg the heart diagram is so cool - i don't know nearly enough about cardiology to say how accurate it is but IT IS COOL

i think euclydians being cold-blooded makes sense, i've read a couple fanfics where bill 'photosynthesizes'. i just like characters who are cold-blooded (see: Janus from Sanders Sides) because then you can make them lay on warm rocks in the sun and have a joyous time. i'm normal

i love the complete anatomy chart you made of him!!!! your honor, forget obliterating that twink, i want that triangle dissected!

ok. there were my insane ramblings. i am SO excited for the remaining parts of this!!!! i love it when people apply super scientific knowledge to the silliest things, i am HERE FOR IT!!!!! THANK YOU FOR MAKING THIS MASTERPIECE!

Speculative Biology of Euclydians (and Bill Cipher) part 2

Part 1

So this part is what you've all been waiting for, it took so long, but you'll quickly understand why. This part is:

The Biology of Bill Cipher

As always, this analysis is based on two assumptions:

Before Bill Cipher became a demigod, he was a biological, living organism and so were the rest of his species.

Even after Bill Cipher became a demigod, he still retained some physical characteristics of his biological form.

And a fair content warning: This contains anatomy illustrations. This isn't anything gory, but there are people who are squeamish, so you've been warned.

Click on the images to get better quality!

And without further ado, let's begin.

External structures

Euclydians are animals with a very specific shape. They have a shell in a form of a geometric shape and four limbs. Bill is an equilateral triangle, so my analysis will be just on triangular Euclydeans.

They have bilateral symmetry. This type of symmetry is characterized by having a left and a right side placed like mirror images of each other. Humans and majority of Earth’s animals also have this feature.

Bilaterally symmetrical organisms usually have a distinct head region, because of a process known as cephalization. This process moves the animal’s brain and sensory organs towards one end of the body – the head. Euclydians have a head. It’s the “tip of the pyramid” on Bill and that’s where the eye and other sensory organs and brain are located.

Finally, Euclydeans are segmented. Their segments are clearly visible as those weird brick lines on their body. Bill also often separates his body into three segments. This is a part of his god powers, but it tells us that Euclydeans have three major body segments, I’ll call them the tip, the middle and the base. Each segment contains specific organs.

Euclydeans are invertebrates. And yes, I know this image exists, but this is just Bill’s trolling. He’s making fun of human classrooms where we often find skeleton models. That skeleton wouldn’t even be functional, because it doesn’t have any joints in arms and legs, so it wouldn’t be able to move. And it has a hole where the brain would be, so you know, the fucking brain would fall out.

It was outright stated that Bill has an exoskeleton. Having both external and internal skeleton would be a big waste because you have two systems that do the same thing. Besides, the way Bill's limbs move is much more similar to an invertebrate. His shell is also somewhat bendable which would not be possible if it was made of bone. And the eye-mouth complex that Bill uses to eat would also be completely impossible with a set of vertebrate jaws.

Euclydean shell (or exoskeleton) is nothing like anything here on Earth. It’s most likely made out of silica combined with proteins. I say this because Bill turned to stone when he died and he also likes to eat glass, which is pure silica.

The exoskeleton is made out of several parts. It has a front (ventral) and back (dorsal) part. Both the front and the back part of the exoskeleton are made out of head region (the tip) and three layers of “bricks” which are just segments of the exoskeleton.

The front tip is probably made of more protein and elastic tissue than the back, because Bill has a very expressive “face”. This means that he also has quite complex facial muscles. The back of the head is probably the hardest part of the exoskeleton because it protects the brain. Bricks are in the middle since they have a very important role in speaking and breathing, but also allow the shell to bend.

Can Euclydeans change color, or is it just Bill Cipher using his god powers? Well, since he changes his color on instinct, I think they could! Bill can change color to black, yellow, red and blue. This means that he has a complex system of chromatophores – cells that contain little sacs full of pigment. When the sacs inflate, the body appears to be the color of the largest sac, whilst those deflated are invisible. Color changes depending on the pigments contained in inflated sacs. In Bill, the pigments are red, blue and yellow. Yellow is the standard color, it signifies neutral or content emotional state. He turns red when he's angry or wants to look intimidating and blue might signify fear, despair and cry for help. Black is the color of Euclydean’s skin, so when they look black, it’s because all pigment sacs have deflated and the transparent shell allows us to see the skin underneath.

And yes, Euclydeans have black skin. I know some people say that Bill wears thigh high boots and long gloves, but to me, that doesn’t make any sense. Like, that image of him in Theraprism is showing him with clothes over his supposed gloves and boots. Why would they make him wear sneakers over boots? And why baby Bill has yellow hands? Well, that’s something I’ll tell you in the next part where I’ll talk about babies.

Anyways, the skin is black, but we have no idea what it feels like. Seriously, so many people shook hands with Bill and nobody wrote down how his skin feels like! But we know that he has fingerprints. That means that he has very sensitive fingertips and that those little paws were made for grabbing things. Also, Bill doesn’t have any growths on his skin: no nails, hairs, scales etc. I know a lot of people love to draw Bill with claws, but he doesn’t have claws, not even in his most eldritch form. His fingers always remain small and soft. The legs have no fingers and the skin of the sole of their feet is probably thick.

Internal Structures

Coelom

Coelom is one of the most important organs, that you probably don’t know you even have! It’s a fluid filled cavity whose role is to separate internal organs from the muscles of the body wall. This allows organs to move and grow independently of your muscles and it also protects and cushions them against impact. In humans coelom is complex and it’s made out of pericardial cavity (around the heart – allows heart to pump blood), pleural cavity (around lungs – allows lungs to expand while breathing) and peritoneal cavity (around digestive system – allows for expansion and movement of digestive organs).

I believe that Euclydeans also have some form of a coelom. Coelom is even more important in invertebrates, as that’s where their immune system is and it can also serve as a supportive hydroskeleton. Since Euclydeans have a hard shell, they need the protection around their organs. Every shelled animal on Earth has coelom for that reason. They also need room for the food they eat, since the shell can’t expand and their limbs can enter the shell, so they need room for that too.

2. Nervous system

Euclydeans have a vast range of emotions, capability to communicate using speech, body language and even color shifting. They are as intelligent, or more intelligent than humans. They have a highly developed eye and other senses and all of this requires a nervous system. We saw Bill’s optic nerve when his eye got pulled out during Weirdmageddon, so he does have a nervous system, but I can't tell you how exactly it looks like.

There’s one part of Bill that I bet is similar to human - it’s his brain. Bill claims that he can take control over any being a long as they have neurons. This is his god like power, but then, why just beings with neurons? Well, most likely, because he has neurons too and kind of understands how they work. Maybe his brain even produces similar neurotransmitters as ours, so we’re easy to control with them. The brain is in the tip of the pyramid, slightly above eye and it likely has a lot of neurons and a very complex structure. I can’t tell you how exactly is his brain organized, but since he's bilaterally symmetrical, it’s very likely that it has hemispheres. He likely also has two neural cords, like most invertebrates, and those run down the dorsal (back) side of his body

3. Senses

Euclydeans have camera lens type eyes. Now here I can only speak of Bill, since we haven’t seen any other Euclydian. Bill’s eye is large, placed in the center of his “face”. It has eyelids with “eyelashes” (more on them later) and produces tears (Bill cries after his break up with Ford). The pupil is slit and vertical and there is no iris. However, there are muscles that can change the shape and dilation of the pupil. The eye looks similar enough to human that I can confidently say that he has cornea, lens and sclera. The eye is filled with refractory fluid and has some form of retina in the back. Bill’s eye changing color and being used as a projector or to shoot lasers are all parts of his god powers, however, it is possible that his species has a tapetum lucidum, a reflective layer of cells which help animals see in low light conditions and also makes the eye glow in the dark. Bill has color vision and he claims that he can see every part of the electromagnetic spectrum, but I think that's a part of his god powers. However, Euclydeans definitely could see in color, since their alphabet was basically a color code and they also use colors to express emotion.

Since Bill has fingerprints, we can confidently say that his fingers are the most sensitive part of his skin. Bill can feel through his shell too, just like every shelled organism ever (that's why he used Ford as a backscratcher). Tactile senses are very primitive, so Eucliydeans could feel cold, heat, pain, pressure, vibration and everything else just like we do.

Bill has a sense of smell and he even says which scents he finds attractive. This could mean that sense of smell plays a big role in reproduction of Euclydeans, but where is it located? Well, on the eyelashes. Except, those are not eyelashes, they are antennae. Bill has total eight of these antennae, 4 on lower and 4 on upper eyelid. They are very soft and sensitive, so he can retract them inside the eyelid. He does that when he feels threatened, so it’s probably a fight or flight response. His lashes get longer and he flutters his eyelid more near Ford, probably because he enjoys his smell. They are also located close to the mouth, so that’s how he samples the scents of the food.

Euclydeans have great hearing. They communicate vocally, sing, Bill can play the piano, so obviously, they hear. But I have no idea what they use to hear. It could be the bow tie, since it does look vaguely ear shaped, but it's possible that the bow tie isn't actually an organ. In that case, they could have an unknown structure inside them or they could just use their thin exoskeleton to catch sound vibrations.

They taste using their long tongue.

4. Muscles and movement

We have seen Bill’s muscles and they are striated skeletal muscles like mammals and insects have.

As the shell is kind of bendy, there is a lot of muscles underneath it. Those are the muscles of the body, they also move the face and bricks while speaking. The limbs have muscles too and two kinds at that.

When Ford shoots through Bill’s hat (which also a part of him) it is shown that inside of it are strange bone-like structures. These are not bones, since they aren’t articulated, but muscles do connect to them. They kind of remind me of echinoderm ossicles, but they don’t really look like them. This is another fully alien structure and I’ll call them anchors.

You know how Bill’s limbs can both bend just like human arms and legs, like he has elbows, wrists, knees and ankles, but they also bend like goofy rubber-hose cartoon anatomy? Well, that’s because there are two types of muscles in them. There are muscles attached to the anchor points and subcutaneous muscles.

Anchor points are located in the same places as joints in humans. Muscles that attach to them are long and strong and they are used for regulated, precise movement. The subcutaneous muscles (the one we see in his Weirdmageddon image) are used to bend the limbs in every other manner. They are not attached to anchors, but to the skin, so they resemble muscles of octopus arms. They are shorter and less strong, but when they act together they move the limbs in coils. These muscles are also responsible for squishing the limbs inside the shell when they are hidden.

Bill has incredible control and dexterity of his muscles, especially in arms and fingers. Even though his paws are soft and small, he can use them pretty much as efficiently as humans use their hands.

Possibly the strongest muscles in Bill's body are his jaw muscles, so let's talk about those jaws.

5. Eye-mouth complex and the digestive system

Having your eye used for feeding seems wild to us, but this adaptation is seemingly common in fictional geometric shaped people, as it has convergently evolved in Flatland’s inhabitants as well. And, speak what you like, but Euclydeans can’t choke on their food, so they have it better than humans.

I don’t know what Flatlanders eat, but Euclydeans are definitely predators. Now, I know that Bill sometimes depicts himself with human like teeth. The guy has a thing for teeth, especially molars, but he doesn’t have mammalian teeth. In every image where he opens his mouth that was not made by him, we see that he has cone shaped sharp teeth, like a predator. These teeth are great for biting and subduing prey, but they suck at chewing. Euclydeans can’t chew, so they they feed by swallowing chunks that they bite off, or swallowing their food whole if it’s small enough.

Here I depicted how this “eye-mouth complex” functions:

Euclydeans have a stomach in the middle of their body, but I have no idea what goes after it. My best guess is that they have a branching intestine. Our flattest organisms (flatworms, sea stars and brittle stars) all have this type of intestine. It basically means that, instead of just going like a tube, the intestine branches into different parts of the body. I also have no idea whether they have an anus and if it’s just one. This is just something I can’t tell you.

Since Euclydeans are capable of eating a lot of various things, I expect that they have accessory digestive glands (that’s liver and pancreas in humans). Strangely, despite the fact that his anatomy indicates a predator, Bill likes eating starch (pasta, empanadas, sandwiches etc). Most carnivores are unable to digest starch, so I went with god powers, but he ate sandwiches when he was a kid and had no god powers. So, we have two options. Either Euclydeans are omnivores (which, with those teeth, I doubt) or the animals on their planet store their excess calories as starch, not fat, so predators evolved the ability to digest it. If the second one is true, then Bill eating pasta is like your cat eating pure butter. It’s probably not healthy for him, but I don’t think he’s a guy who would give a single crap about that.

6. Breathing and speaking

In The Book of Bill, Bill says that “dumb trapezoids and rhombuses were sucking up his rightful oxygen”. This means that Euclydeans are aerobic organisms – they breathe oxygen. Their skin is dry, so they don't use it for breathing and they also speak, laugh and sing. All of this tells me that they have lungs.

I believe that their lungs are located near the base where the bricks are. The gaps between bricks have little tracheae that lead to the lungs. Bill most likely breathes in from his back side and breathes out from the front. The air is probably forced to travel through small crevices inside the lungs so that it can exchange the oxygen with blood. We don’t know whether Euclydeans exhale carbon dioxide, but they probably do, since they can eat our food, so they probably have similar metabolism to us Earthlings.

Since Euclydeans can speak and laugh, they probably have some kind of a diaphragm. In fact, I think they have two! Their voice has an echo, which means that, most likely, their lungs don’t always expel air at the same time. Air expelling causes the bricks to vibrate which produces sound. That’s why Bill seems to glow when he speaks – he’s actually vibrating. This action is also controlled by muscles. Depending on which row of bricks is vibrating and how many of them are involved, Bill changes the pitch and tone of his voice.

And the growling noise? Well, when Bill uses his demonic voice, he is doing one of two things. He is either using his god like powers to modify his voice, or that’s just how Euclydian vocal fry sounds. If you don’t know what vocal fry is, it’s produced when the vocal chords are vibrating slowly and they become out of sync. This produces a very specific sound and that sound can be made voluntarily. That’s how Mongolian throat singing works. Similarly, Euclydeans could slow down the rate at which their bricks vibrate and make them out of sync to produce that menacing “demon voice” as a threat display.

7. Circulatory system

We know how Euclydean blood looks like. It’s silvery and kind of seems like it glitches. It also contain chemicals that can make humans sick. This means that Euclydeans have much different blood from animals on Earth, but it certainly serves the same function. It’s used to transport nutrients and oxygen through their body.

Since the agents from The Book of Bill were able to draw his blood, it’s clear that Bill has a circulatory system and a closed one at that. The closed circulatory system means that blood vessels end in capillary nets and don’t open inside the body cavity like they do in molluscs and insects. If the agents used syringe to pull Bill’s blood and he had an open circulatory system, they could actually collapse the entire thing as they would pull his organs as well. That’s why I believe that he has a closed circulatory system.

Closed circulatory system requires a heart and I believe that Bill’s heart is located between his lungs, like ours. I have no proof that his heart looked anything like in the illustration, but I looove cardiology, so I did all this just because I wanted to draw a weird heart. I don’t think Euclydeans have a super complex four chambered heart like we do, they most likely have two or three chambered heart. The heart separates lung and body circulation and regulates their blood pressure.

The capillary nets are all located in important places: lungs where they exchange oxygen, intestines where they absorb nutrients and brain where they feed the neurons. Euclydeans have a rather large brain, so it probably uses most of their calories and oxygen.

8. Other systems

I can’t tell you anything abut Euclydean excretory system. I don’t know whether they produce urine or not, if they have kidneys, nephrocytes or something completely different. I genuinely have no idea.

They have to have an immune system because they are multicellular. Every single multicellular organism including sponges and plants has some form of an immune system. I believe Euclydeans have something similar to coelomocytes - a very common type of immune cells in invertebrates which reside in coelomatic cavity.

I'll talk about reproductive system in Part 3!

Are Euclydeans warm or cold-blooded?

This was a very tough one, because they could be both, but I am leaning more towards cold-blooded. They have very little muscle mass and heat is produced within the muscles via trembling or metabolic heat (heat released in various chemical reactions in the body). When an animal has very little muscle it isn’t used for that. Even mammals like sloths who have significantly reduced muscle mass become dependent on the surrounding temperature. Also, Euclydean flat shape can easily distribute heat they absorb, so they wouldn’t need to waste energy making their own. On top of that, Euclydeans don’t wear clothes, which can be a cultural thing, sure, but they could also not wear clothes because they need their skin exposed so that it could absorb heat.

Here's how Bill Cipher's complete inner anatomy looks like:

There, I hope you enjoyed this! I'll see you hopefully next week to tell you about Euclydean reproduction and development.

Thank you @ok1237 @unoriginal-starwalker and @chrystalitar for your support :D

(Also, I hid Ford Pines in one of the anatomy illustrations. Can you find him? Click on the images for better quality!)

#anyway i'm normal :)

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michdoodles · 3 months ago

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SonAmy week day 4: Emerald Coast

"And that's where Tails crash landed while I was just chillin' by the pool. An orca chased me while I was on my way to save him." This is what came to mind when I saw this prompt cuz I've been playing through Sonic Adventure this summer for the first time ever in my life. I finished Tails' story already and left these two at their final bosses. Knuckles is still missing emerald pieces and I haven't started Big or Gamma but this ain't about them Sonic was going to be wearing a shirt and sandals but uh, I didn't feel like adding them in either the sketch or the final lineart so here's naked Sonic, take it or leave it

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #sonamy #sonamy week #sonamy week 2024 #sonamyweek24 #fanart #digital art #I'm sorry if naked Sonic offends you #but his clothes are literally just gloves and shoes #and it made no sense to me for him to be wearing them for a relaxing walk on the beach #and maybe I forwent the shirt cuz I wanted to draw his tail #forwent? is that a word?#if it wasn't i made it one #dw he'll put his “clothes” back on when they head back

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scrawlingskribbles · 1 month ago

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not me blearily waking up at 5:30am almost in tears bc I had a dream that Ian had apparently been making more little OK KO shorts on the side and the utter joy I was feeling as dream!me was scrambling to find & watch them only to wake up before I could........ :((((

#there were 5 of them out already apparently #the most recent one had a Ray focus to it so big shocker that that's the one that caught my attention #and dream!me was like ''oh so THAT'S why ppl have been spam-liking all my Ray posts recently!! makes sense 👌''#I actually got to se like a little ending clip for that one where like. he was wearing this stupid cloak & outfit—#—kinda looked a little Shadowy Figure-esque actually??—but apparently he was like. secretly doing hero work on the side or smth??#and then at the end he had this convo with Darrell back at the factory where he monologued about how dabbling in hero work--#--made the villainy they do feel all the sweeter or smth like that & he was all dreamy-eyed pensive staring up at the sky #and Darrell was??? drinking imaginary tea/coffee from an imaginary cup which you could tell bc he had his pinkie up #and then when Ray finished his monologue Darrell just gave him this most unimpressed smirk & dumped out his imaginary cup over the balcony #like pour-one-out style??? and then that was the end of the short 😂😂#and so dream!me was pissing her pants bc HERO RAYMOND REAL AFTER ALL??¿????#and there were some other like screenshots/gifs I stumbled across on my way to find the actual shorts themselves #(Ian apparently had a whole lil youtube channel he was posting them to lol which I only found right before I woke up)#but the only one I can remember now was Elodie doing a Big YellTM towards KO about something 😂😂#broooo there are genuine tears being wiped from my eyes rn wtf is thissssss 🤣🤣 I have work soon I need my SLEEP #but I had to document this bc it was just. so Visceral & now I am so so so soooo bummed that it wasn't actually real TwT #I think my brain & heart have gotten too inspired by how some of my other Big Fave interests have been getting sequels/remasters lately #so now my soul is Once Again I Am Yearning For Justice For OK KO.meme TTwTT #anyways. god it's taken me an entire half hour to blearily tap this out on my phone. time to squeeze another half hour of snooze before work #OK KO #shut up Wisp

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kitwilsonsass · 1 year ago

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I think the thing that's fucking with my brain the most is the separation of fact and fiction because it's like... we spent years being told that Bray was this unkillable character that would always come back no matter what, and now it's just like...I have to remind myself that in reality he was just a normal guy, it's weird.

It's..... yeah.

Okay - I'm gonna get real wordy and wax poetically and I'm so sorry I'm incapable of just talking and crying like a normal person.

It's like a big old layered burrito of denial on all fronts, right?

Because on the surface, we have a guy who was so young, and that seems so hard to get past in itself. We also have the fact that he was prone to injury at points and disappearing for... months at a time. He had been released and came back, what, a year later? In the meantime there were always a billion headlines with his name, speculating the worst, and it never had any accuracy or mattered. We were always *looking forward* to him returning and he always inevitably did because he had half his career ahead of him still and it always seemed like the best was to come.

And we have all these stories of what a beautiful person he was, a side we roughly knew of but never got to really experience ourselves as an audience.

But the person we saw was, as you said, this unkillable character. Literally unkillable. He told us from day one he could never die and would persist 5000 years from now when *we* were all gone. Because he was this personification of all the darkest bits of humanity and American society come to force us to face our sins. We watched him, silly as it was, get burned alive and come back a shambling heap of melting flesh and be completely restored. He was forever, he was a god, you could always find him and you could never, ever kill it.

And like, as fans, we kindle that kid in us that wants to believe in superheros and villains and we grow over the years with them. We go to events, and we sing his songs, and we thrust ourselves into that role ourselves of characters in a way. Like we were always *his*. Even if you didn't love him, you played into that for his entrance at the very least because it was such an undeniable experience. He talked and you, and every babyface, listened - whether you wanted to or not.

I'll never forget that one match on Raw, still early on, when the whole crowd was first singing "He's got the whole world in his hands" and just swaying, and then turning around and chanting "Bray is gonna kill you." Like, I remember Big E was in that match, and I'm pretty sure he was on the receiving end of that chant. He was over. He was beloved. And the whole crowd was singing hymns and calling for his demise for this literal cult leader that would speak in tongues and Exorcist walk across the ring, holding his heart and smiling with some masked sinister joy at it.

It's really really hard to reconcile he's not actually some biblical force of nature looming over everything and everyone even though we know better. And like, that fan in me that's that eternal kid in a way, is just stomping my feet screaming "but he CAN'T die!"

The end of Smackdown did, and still is, really fucking me up because I kept waiting for the lantern to go out. And like, I couldn't decide if I wanted that. Because on one hand, there's a symbolism there, and a kind of sad beauty, in the light going out. He was with us, and he's gone now, and he can rest (ahahaha I'm going to start crying again). The light fades. But ultimately I'm so glad it didn't go out because A.) I don't think I could've fucking handled it and was already bawling, and B.) It shouldn't go out. Or fade. His spirit of everything he brought to that world should stay with us and with every single performer who goes out there every night and throws their hearts into playing these characters.

And like... maybe, even though it's so hard now, maybe eventually there's comfort to be found in the idea that even though the vessel is gone - *He* will, somehow, always be there haunting us. Because "I have a thousand faces and a million names." We might not see him, but we can choose to believe every time a hero is forced to face their fears that he's there behind it - silently whispering into our ears, willing us on to indulge in every second of it.

#this is dumb maybe #i guess on a less dramatic note anon #i cant remember where it was - probably jo's instagram #there was a pic of them together and he was wearing those stupid glasses he wore in that last segment for the bobby feud #the ones with the gold side frames that look like he stole them from someones mom #like no homie really had those glasses #and i had this moment of like 'oh god he's such a fucking dad for real'#i dont think anything ever threw me through a loop more than that lmao #like 'no i need to repress this imagery immediately i can't believe the eater of worlds looks like someones quirky uncle at the bbq'#now its like im glad for that stuff and the stories and pics and videos etc because it makes me smile seeing that side of him and how he #touched so many people and made people so happy to be around #but it doesnt help the confusion of it all or make it make any more sense #and i have this awful feeling a year from now im still going to be waiting for him to pop up #feeling lonely because no one else is talking about him anymore #oh it got dramatic again im a dumbass im shutting up now

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dangerous-realms · 3 days ago

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She would nod with his words about the planet's as she ate some more, working on her true decision for this planet they were on. In truth she could tell that the people were sour, but the planet was still healthy and thriving. With that in mind, she knew there were to many criminals and corrupt wealthy people to allow them to move to another planet, the wouldn't survive with how sour they were, something which screwed over the innocent. But, such was the business that a proper destroyer had to do.

"I agree with you on that. I even if such happens with the planet's I feel like it would be particularly rare for two planet's to basically be clones of each other. If such a thing was possible, I place my bet on a ruler of all placing some failsafe to make sure they develop differently."

Truthfully, all she could see was the hassle of trying to erase one planet if it clipped into the other through the fabric of reality, she would likely have to do both as she didn't see how shs could do know without the other getting in the way. She would much on a few more peices, the last few of the second one before she starts cutting up the third one into equal chunks. She had business to do and she also couldn't wait to try that tantalizing icy treat that was beckoning to her from the corner of her eye.

"I'll be ready half an hour before then, I find it easier to start getting ready early so the I can relax a bit before the date. I already have a dress in mind to wear for you as well~."

It was I'm truth that she was thinking of such when he told her that he would pick her up at fourteenth hour of next weeks Friday. She was happy that they were going to be going out soon, such excited her to say the least. As he spoke about how she was spoiling him and how the offer sounded too good to be true, she would work in the third peice of meat, enjoying it every bit as much as the last two. The concern that seemed to be in his voice about her giving and giving without asking for anything back and how it would likely feel like he as using her in the long run would grab her attention.

However, speaking wasn't an option as she was chering what was im her mouth and swallowing it before she spoke, but Kefla had already gotten to her. She felt her face become trapped between his fingers as her face was tilted towards him and his lips pressed against her. A kiss she would enjoy as she would reciprocate for the amount of time before it ended, a small pout on her face.

"The kiss is of good payment. But of course you can think about it, I wasn't going to force myself upon you to protect you. I know that you're a perfectly capable fighter and that you can handle yourself."

If anything, he had her number. Though she wondered if he would call if things started getting rough because of another destroyer? She would continue to eat until it was finished, but before she would grab the ice-cream she would get up.

"Excuse me for a moment, Kefla. I have to make a phone call."

With that she would walk off to the edge of the clearing she made and pull out her phone, finding the number of the one she needed to call. The father of her son and, in a sense, her husband; Coldarder. The embodiment of death is who she needed right now considering she was going to spare the planet, such ment a mass soul reap was needed.

"Oh, hello honey~."

The start of the conversation, one of a friendly tone as she was greeting someone she cared for. Her hand going up to twirl a lock of her hair as she listened to the other for a moment.

"Yeah, I need you to come to the planet I'm on right now. No, the planet's fine, it's just the people that need to go."

She was going to be quick and straight to the point, she saw no need for her to dilly dally on this. Coldarder needed to know why she called, though internally she was excited to see him as it's been a few weeks at least.

"You'll be here in about a quarter hour? I see, your just finishing up somewhere else. Got it. I love you to my dear~."

Her last words were filled with affection for her husband, he also wasn't one to beat around the bush. It happned to be long ago that they made the rule that of the planet they were on needed either of them while they were on it that they could call each other. If the planet he was on needed to be erased or the it was just the bodies, he would call her. If she needed him to mass reap some souls so she could erase them, she would call him. Though, they also called each other for other things, to talk and share.

However, now that she was done on the phone, she would return to the clearing and sit back down ik her seat.

"I'm baaack~. Hope you didn't miss me too much while I was gone~."

She teased, she was being playful with Kefla now. Obviously she wasn't gone or that far away, but she didn't see the harm as she now leaned on her hand while looking at him.

One thing was certain with the woman. She loved eating good food. It was why Beerus had decided against vaporizing Earth. To think Champa wanted the planet Earth of another universe merely to satisfy his tastebuds despite not having any need to eat and drink. Destroyer gods were strange people. That's logical if you think about it. There is no planet that is the same as another. Just like, there is no universe that is the exact copy of another. If two planets were perfectly identical, why would they exist at the same time? Then again, gods of creation were probably not any better than gods of destruction. Champa was overweight and so was the supreme kai who was his life link. Strange that the god of destruction was this powerful and the god of creation couldn't even defend themselves against the weakest of opponent. Must be a bad joke from that brat.

In that case, the Friday next week at fourteen. I'll come pick you up. Since she is eager to taste. He doesn't intend to make her wait for long. Oh, and make sure to wear something that shows your curves off. Surely, you don't expect to just drink at my house, right? With what has already happened between them. No point in beating around the bush. Even if unsaid, it is likely that the drinking session will turn into something more physical.

You spoil me quite a lot, Deaevidra. I suppose it would be idiotic of me to refuse such a proposal. So, how about you let me think about this? It sounds too good to be true if I'm honest, and you're doing plenty of things for a man you have just met. I hope you don't intend to just give and give without asking anything in return. Feeling like I'm using you is not a good feeling, frankly. Until an idea came to mind. Probably not enough to repay the kindness of the goddess, but he could not think of anything else. Chair pushed backward and steps taken to the divinity. Face held between fingers and lips pressed against the other's lips. Ravenous, steamy and full of passion, then stopped. I guess you can consider this payment unless you want more, which I can't offer right now.

#viciousoverlord #♡【it's a surprise that a mortal such as yourself was able to make a home in my hearts – kefla】♥︎#♤ euphorion timeline ♤#》 a fallen destroyer with a devil may care attitude – deaevidra

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