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theycallmebabycakes · 6 months ago
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more art from a fic i haven't finished writing or posted any of
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lil-gingerbread-queen · 3 months ago
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Later, Bruce finds him climbing the cave to join the bats.
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taonpest · 1 year ago
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whenever you don't know what to draw: just draw some legacy of kain official render
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zamjd · 1 year ago
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You can eat my art from 2022 bcs I'm still working on something aA-
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lunapwrites · 10 months ago
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Brief rant about baby clothes but like... I'm looking at onesies for The Bean, bearing in mind that they're mystery gender until birth, and I'm realizing that at least half (if not more) of the stuff I'm marking off for the registry is listed specifically "for boys."
Why? Because it isn't pink and isn't fucking coated in frills and bows.
This isn't for lack of trying, to be clear: I do at least LOOK through the stuff marked for girls, and like. It's literally all pink and covered in hearts and butterflies and flowers with frills on the shoulders and leg holes or puff sleeves or flat out built in tutus or with spaghetti straps and little silk bows. Why am I putting an infant in spaghetti straps? Why does this child need a skirt attached to their onesie that I'm going to just cover up with either pants or (shocker) a skirt that I picked out. Like IDK can I accessorize my child myself??? Am I allowed to do a little mix and match???? Ffs...
I'm just really annoyed about the fact that I can't find any cute woodsy looking stuff that isn't specifically marked for boys and also isn't pink bunnies and unicorns (not that I have anything against either but it's not my vibe, and if my kid wants to drown themselves in pink glitter and tulle when they're old enough to have an opinion then fuck yeah. But for now? No.)
Anyway, loving the whole "violently shoving the gender binary down everyone's throat from birth" thing. Real cool, capitalism.
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thiefofblood · 1 year ago
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every time i draw them i have to go to previously drawn AND RENDERED art i've done to get their colors and it was driving me crazy to open up my csp files, hide all the rendering layers, just to get to the base skintone i use. then i decided to just add little notes about my headcanons that's it have fun
commissions | ko-fi
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sokarys · 2 years ago
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I usually don't paint anything but I bought Rebelle 5 and it's so good. Painting practice with my headcanon of Malevolent Arthur's appearance in S1 as a first contact with the software.
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leatherbookmark · 1 year ago
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ootd features the words "black dress" in its lyrics and people are like oh! this is a reference to another group's song, "black dress"!
i'm unwell.
#shrimp thoughts#also 'you people just Don't Understand' part 2: apparently there will be Part Two. just like with gee idle's allergy and queen/card#which. lol. apparently 'when allergy came out people were shocked because the it was basically 'if you're ugly tough shit just get a#surgery' but once queen/card came out everything was clear!' and like. how was it clear. what was clear.#one song is 'boo hoo i'm so ugly i hate looking at myself in the mirror and no one likes me i should get plastic surgery'#and the other is like 'ya hoo i'm so hot and sexy i'm like these two western celebrities!!!! i'm so cool i'm twerking on the runway'#kp/op kinda sucks balls in that it's like.... musical equivalent of tjlc crossed with marvel. it's basic ass pop made to sell except with a#faux deep garnish. and sometimes the garnish stands on its own! like if you take guerrilla it's clear that there's actually no deeper or#more detailed philosophy behind it. it's not really n.o where the 'rebellion' was actually supposed to be against something concrete#it's like. we want to feel! we don't want... not to feel! but the sound and visuals are strong enough that you don't mind it#like fuck yeah the lads are staging a revolution now! and now they're outlaws in a western! sort of! and now it's alice in wonderland!#but v often the companies actively make use of the fact that kp/op stans will obsessively look for Depth and Serious Themes in their#cultural reset slaying sotys. a girl looks at a butterfly? oh the song is about having an identity crisis like in that one poem about a guy#dreaming about being a butterfly. it's actually very deep and you can see it was all planned because there was a little butterfly icon#above the tracklist. and the fans get so attached to their headcanons theories and interpretations that they don't stop for a second#to check if there was anything in the 'text' in the first place#remember that one magritte post? this is also how kp/op stans interpret things. she wears a blue dress here and blue is the color of summer#and summer is when you have holidays and don't have to go to school! so by this blue dress she's trying to say that you should love#yourself and strive to be the best version of yourself by embracing your hobbies and extracurricular interests. this is so genius 😭
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knifewieldingenby · 2 years ago
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"Well Vico is a Spaniard so they don't get to talk about racism"
"Wow they're the only valid Spaniard tbh"
"I know Vico is a spaniard but I still love them"
"They're basically white, so..."
Foes.....they're Puerto Rican. "But they probably have some spaniard in them" yeah that's been known to happen with colonization, but that doesn't make them spaniard. They're Puerto Rican, they're a person of color, they deal with racism, they're allowed to talk about it, and if you "love them" so much you need to shut the fuck up and listen.
Oh, also? There are Spaniards of color! They don't deserve to be erased and told that they don't get to talk about the racism they face.
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audiovisualrecall · 2 months ago
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Also my back hurts from heating pallets around and then moving tons of mum plants yesterday morning. Had no choice but to move them myself, and the pallets was just lifting up and dragging over to where I needed them and then dropping the other 2 on top, the other stack I was able to use the pallet jack to move into place, and then I had to scramble to move all the mums back that were blocking the path and move a bunch onto the pallet stacks and I had to do all of this in 15 minutes lololol I managed it! Tbere wwerw still some mum plants in the parking lot at 8am but none were blocking the ramp/curb cut or path to the entrance. And then I had to move the mums id put on the pallets and move 1 pallet from each stack off to make a third stack and have each be lower bc they were too tall anyway. And then I had to put all of the mum plants back on plus more on the 3rd stack. These were the small 8" mums in lightweight plastic pots btw. Then I had to work with the astl who was helping me, to move the pumpkins from the steps display to the bins (after condensing the ones in the bins 1st) so that we could then move the 13" mums (larger, heavier) up onto the steps display so that the whole area could be shoppable and walkable and would look nice instead of like an explosion of mums lol. And then!! I had to move a bunch of pumpkins from one bin into one inside the store, which I used a shopping cart to do, and then had some help to move pumpkins from the other steps display into the bin I vacated so I could move more 8" mums up off of the ground and make the paths more walkable and accessible. Anyway so I did all of that by like 9am latest, and then I had to work my full rest of my shift after that. So my body is tired and I'm tired and I got to work at 7:20am after leaving work at 6:20pm the evening before which meant I got home at 7ish that night and then had to get up at 5 yesterday morning and I'd tried to get in earlier but that wasn't happening lol. So yeah I'm just exhausted. And I'm off today and tomorrow but tomorrow I'm going to the ren faire with steph and were gonna be there till 5 or 6pm, which means getting home at like... 7 or 8 probably. And then I have to be at work at 7am again on Sunday :)))) I'm thrilled.
#and i. shit. i need to call a customer whoops#I tentatively said we could fulfil an order for 7 bqts for a wedding to be picked up on the 2nd bc i was like i can do half of the order on#sunday and anita can do the other half on monday and i cna help finish it up when i get there on monday bc inventory night#and then anita can make sure jts all good to go on the 2nd#and we should have enough of the colors and types of flowers for it. But.#i have to plan my order and figure out who is going to submit it on monday morning#which i cant do until sunday#so I'm not sure I'll have the time to do the bouquets if i have to spend my time planning an order and making sure the order will be placed#like. aaaaaaaa#so I'm not sure but like#i guess we'll get it done somehow idk#iris is in on sunday but shes a late mid so i cant work on either task at all until she gets in#once shes there i can have her cover on the sales floor while i do the bouquets#and I'll try to finish by the tine i need to take my break at 1/1:30....then I'll work on my order planning after my break?#same on monday i think iris is there so once she comes in anita will be able to work on the bqts i think?#and then.... I'll get in around 3pm maybe I'll come in at 2:30... and i can start my shift by finishing anything to do with the bqts#in theory#anyway so i have to check in w anita and then call and let the customer know yes or no#and i dkdnt get to it before j left yesterday but i did take a photo of the phone number#just will ask the customer to not call me on this number just call the store abd ask for floral dept /mimi/anita#itll b fine
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sparkles-oflight · 10 months ago
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"what's your love language?" I assign the blue and orange color combo to things I love
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spinyax · 1 year ago
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what is it about a new brush that makes artists go feral
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nebulainatree · 2 years ago
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I need to speak Japanese right now. Just found something and I can't tell for sure whether or not it confirms agent eight is the octoling in side order because I don't speak it well enough and can't read Japanese kanji at all . God damn it
Edit: By the way no it doesn't confirm it. Forgot to mention that outside of tags because I'm inflicted with the status condition "insane" rn. Holy shit I hit tag limit I didn't even know they had a tag limit.
#Going to liveblog my agony watching a Japanese analysis video of the new dlc#I accidentally stumbled onto it trying to see if the Japanese version of the direct had better audio for the City of Color remix#And now I'm going crazy absolutely. Bonkers.#Ok so they touched up mentioning that it's probably a reference to the splatopocalypse fest and the guy said she looks a little like marina#But I think the girl mentioned that she has shorter tentacles so it's probably not marina#So that was a net zero information gain#But here they've got something calling side order the story of the octopus from agent eight. Wait that phrase doesn't make sense#Shit what is that kanji. Fuck. Shit I didn't hear how he said it#Toujou suru??? Is that. I think that means comes out. The .#Tako no hachi go ga toujou suru saido oodaa mo#Ok that's uhhhhhhhhhhhh. The octoling of agent eight will also come out in side order#Fuck is this canon or did they write that#Ohhhh I think it's from famitsu#Ok I just checked famitsu they do call her eight so. Not a confirmation that it's eight but that seems to be the prevailing theory#Oh they literally just said it isn't official#Is the sango they're talking about coral or agent three?????? Question of the day. I think they're saying coral here#Snow like coral and that the stage is really white. Yeah ok#Ok I have no idea what they're saying anymore I don't know these words.#Help I am working on less than two years of formal Japanese education and it's all from the high school level#I think they said it seems like it's underwater because of the fish that swim by in that one scene but. Idk for sure actually.#My head hurts it's 4am I need to stop doing this actually. Liveblog over#This isn't even a liveblog. That involves posting more than one message this is just tag ranting#splatoon#splatoon 3#splatoon 3 dlc#text tag#Nebbie posts#Nebbie text posting#Send fucking post#Oh btw the video was called uh. 【考察】〇〇に支配された世界? 誰かの影が見えている!(it was a longer title) on the channel splabo!
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xiao-come-home · 8 months ago
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Boothill relationship headcanons;
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✰ Characters: Boothill x reader.
✰ Words: ~1k.
✰ SFW+N//SFW ; SFW mentions no pronouns or gender of the reader. N//SFW section was written with fem!reader in mind.
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Warnings: THIS HAS A NSFW PART. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS skip this section if possible. some of these hc are based on this post, since i wanted to write a little more about it.
A/N: BRAINROT gRR he truly gives me doctor by Miley Cyrus vibes. idk how to explain it but take it
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Boothill:
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he's such a gentleman! opens doors for you, pulls out a chair, kisses your hand when he sees you first for the day, it doesn't get boring for him at all. if you ignore some of his unhinged behaviors, then he's a perfect man.
like i mentioned in my previous post, he's VERY possessive of you. he does like to go to unknown clubs or bars with you to try out their best drinks in his spare time, though he doesn't have you attached to his hip (even.. if he wouldn't probably mind at all), he does keep a sharp eye on you. if a weird guy approaches you and you're clearly uncomfortable, he tries to intimidate the guy away and clearly let him see that you're his (aka placing his arm around your waist and pushing you into him), if being polite doesn't work, well, they have a rough night. not in a good way.
this man SCREAMS BACK HUGS!! since his body is like 90% metal and machines, he loves to embrace you from behind and wrap his arms around your tummy, while his chin rests on your shoulder. he misses the softness of his own skin, so having you gives him a lot of comfort; the warmth you're radiating makes him reluctant to ever pull away. boothill often finds himself touching his cheeks with his robotic arms, when they get warm enough - the feeling almost long forgotten in his mind.
speaking of back hugs: he's also very big on neck kisses, mostly giving than receiving, depending on how he feels, they're either very innocent and loving - very soft, paired with butterfly kisses, or biting you and then kissing it better, when things get steamy.
boothil finds it funny when his hair tickles you when he hugs you from behind. if he's feeling particularly like a little shit that day, he can annoy you the entire day like that, only to respond with "hmm? what do you mean? I'm not doing anything, baby!" ...don't tell him his smirk gives it away, but honestly, at this point, he probably doesn't try to hide it that well.
he DOES slap your ass when you go past him. EVERY time. it doesn't get boring for him, he likes the sound it makes AND how soft it is, bonus if it jiggles, then he's even more proud. he might offer "an apologetic massage," which you rarely agree to (but he'll try until u say yes).
if someone ever tinkers with his Synesthesia beacon, he cannot swear for his life. you might catch him trying to cook, spilling something, and then hearing loud "YOU LITTLE DAISY FLOWER! CUTIE PIE! CURSED FROG!" it's kinda impressive how colorful they can get...
speaking of his voice, he's probably able to manipulate it so it sounds the best according to your taste. although his flesh heart has been gone for so long, he still feels that familiar, warm feeling and squeeze of his own, mechanical one, when your answer is always the same - to modulate it so it sounds the closest to what it used to be, or that the current one is just as pleasant to hear.
he likes to kiss you. no matter where, or when. if he wants to, he'll get one, pressing you against him, cupping your face with one hand, and kissing your puckered lips. once you give in, he kisses you properly, caressing your cheek ever so slightly to ease any discomfort left, only to hold you tightly on your hips and whimper on purpose just to tease you more (i believe in boothill is a little shit theory).
if we assume his face is the only human part of him left (besides his eyes). In that case, he just truly loves the softness of your lips on his. he kisses you as much as he can, and will get all fussy and whiny if he doesn't get his good morning kiss, we-see-each-other-for-the-first-time-today kiss (note: this is not the same as good morning kiss), goodnight kiss and so on. yes, he could get it by himself, but he wants it from you first. he's just very stubborn.
watch out! he likes to draw blood on your lower lip when his intrusive thoughts win. he licks the blood off later, and gives it a loving kiss.
his hair is genuine, so he loves whenever you play with it, brush it, or take care of it in general. it's probably one of the very few human features of his, so if your boothill lets you carefully pamper it, let alone without flooding his cords, he's not only very impressed, but also very willing to indulge in more sessions.
finds it absolutely adorable when you wear his hat when he isn't looking. or, well, when you think he isn't looking.
N/SFW. minors and ageless blogs shoo!
the council has decided that he has a vibrator in place of his real junk. but if you're into experimenting and want him to feel a bit more, hm, natural - he's more than happy to change his parts. shape, size and pace - everything for his lady.
you can probably guess, but that's an absolute ass man. he sees you in tighter pants that hug you just so nicely and might go feral.
eats pussy like a starved man. he has no shame and licks, sucks, and fucks you with his tongue and THE SOUNDS could put the devil himself to shame. boothill always wants everyone to know that you're his, how you scream and moan for him, so in return - he never lets a drop of your juices go to waste, slurping and moaning into your slit.
he's literally so flexible, that he'll fuck you in every position you want him to. if it means he'll get deeper, he's on board. and probably on top of you too.
likes to grope you through your clothes. sounds very tame, but it really gets him going, and might sometimes cause trouble in public.. unless you WANT that trouble.
adding to the headcanon above - he truly just gets turned on by your skin, especially imperfections. stretch marks? he'll kiss them all, scars? he has them all memorized. when he touches you through your clothes, he already remembers what is where, it's like he's edging himself knowing that soon enough he'll undress you completely and see it clearly; he quite literally worships what truly makes you... you.
he. is. so. SO over when you pull on his hair. when you make out, when he fucks you - doesn't matter. DO IT and he'll go absolutely crazy, hissing in pleasure and grinding into you.
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tpwrtrmnky · 3 months ago
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ruse (half, part 2)
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[ID: Three panels. Continuing from part 1, Blue-Yellow is walking away from the grayscale person, who smugly points at them as they walk along a winding path.
Grayscale: "Hah. I got you!"
Blue-Yellow: "Nah. You really didn't. I got bored, did the snippy comeback, and now I'm walking away."
Grayscale: "But you fell for my scheme! You've been tricked! Coaxed, into a snafu! I got you!"
Panel 2: Blue-Yellow is in the foreground looking exhausted, while the grayscale person poses smugly.
Blue-Yellow: "Sigh. What the fuck are you talking about now?"
Grayscale: "Well. It just so happens that my ruse... My scheme... Was to trick you into dismissing material analysis!"
Panel 3: Focus only on Blue-Yellow, who says: "...I did not do that, I dismissed you in particular making up a bullshit material analysis and accusing me of believing in it. It's actually incredibly pathetic that after pretending the idea of two colors is too complicated for you, you implied I was less competent than you at material analysis.
Panel 4: Focus on the grayscale person, who is holding their phone, which is displaying an image of Blue-Yellow.
Grayscale: "Ah, but your actual views on the issue don't matter, because I have a recording here, of you saying..."
Blue-Yellow, on the recording: "My material conditions are that I lose twenty hours a week to this shit you're doing right now."
Grayscale: "A perfectly catchy soundbite that I can now use against you.
End ID.]
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[ID 2: The above continues for four more panels.
Panel 1: The grayscale person continues monologuing smugly:
"The brilliance of my scheme is that I know your discourses intimately! Deprived of context I will circulate your clever little line in the worst, most anti-materialist chromatic spaces I know of! They, in turn, will weaponize it as a meme against materialists, doing my work for me! The discourse will sow further division, waste the time of your theorists, and you will be the face of it!"
Panel 2: Zoom on Blue-Yellow.
Blue-Yellow: "I can actually feel my brains leaking out with every word you say. I'm actively participating in the material chromanist theory community here. They know me. This is a ridiculous scheme."
Grayscale: "Oh, but you can't know everyone. All it takes is that you reach enough people who don't know you.
Panel 3: Grayscale gloats as their phone is swiped out of their hand by a purple person from above.
Grayscale: "It is foolproof! My scheme is ironclad, it-"
Purple: "Yoink"
Panel 4: A tall purple person, a lime green person and a dark red person approach the grayscale person from opposite of where Blue-Yellow is standing.
Purple: "Is this person bothering you?"
Blue-Yellow: "Well they're trying to I guess"
Dark red: "Cringe."
Grayscale, in smaller text: "Hey! My phone! Give it back!"
End ID 2.]
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roosterforme · 2 months ago
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Aim for the Sky Part 20 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley's patience pays off in the form of finally getting to be intimate with his wife. Neither of you quite know how to handle Rose's first day of daycare, and a simple email reminds him of something long forgotten.
Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, lactation kink, smut, DILF Roo
Length: 3700 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.
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When Bradley set the alarm on his phone for exactly six weeks after Rose was born, he meant it as a joke more than anything else. There wasn't a day where the two of you weren't both up between midnight and one in the morning, feeding and burping the baby so she could make it through the rest of the night. You were just pulling an old tee shirt over your lovely tits and getting back in bed when the alarm started blaring. 
"Wait, did we forget to do something?" you asked. "What's the alarm for?"
Bradley held his phone up for you to take a look. The alarm was titled My wife is exactly 6 weeks postpartum. You rolled onto your side, cackling with laughter. 
"It's not funny, Baby Girl. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." He snuggled under the covers and said, "I'm ready to get my world rocked whenever you feel like rocking it, so you just let me know."
Bradley held out his arm so you could get cozy and curl up on his chest, and you were there in an instant. But your hand was resting lower on his abs than usual. His eyes were closed when he felt your lips ghost along his cheek on their way to kiss him. "Why not right now?"
Your words were accompanied by your hand sliding lower, and Bradley grunted your name. "Are you serious?" It was late, but he was already in the mood, cock getting hard as you nudged him with your knee. "Please be serious." 
He swore your voice was the hottest thing he'd ever heard as you whispered, "I'm serious," before slipping your hand inside his boxer briefs. He was bouncing against your palm, eager for your touch, and of course you didn't disappoint. Your fingers wrapped around his cock as you gasped. "You're really ready to go."
Six weeks didn't seem so bad in theory. He'd been separated from you for longer lengths of time for deployments in the past, but this had been so much worse. You were always right in front of him in various states of undress with milk dripping from your tits. How was he supposed to be normal now?
He was sweating as he whispered, "I'm always ready to go for you." You met his gaze, licked your lips and leaned down to suck on his cock, but he had to stop you. He wouldn't last ten seconds in this state. "No, no, no, please," he rasped, tugging on you gently until you were straddling his waist and your lips were hovering over his. "I really want to feel your pussy."
Your lips brushed against his as you said, "Whatever you want, Roo," while his cock hung out of his underwear and tapped against your core. You ducked your head and rubbed your wetness against his tip as you murmured, "I just hope this still feels good for you."
Before he could respond, you guided yourself down around him, and he squeezed his eyes shut, colors dancing behind his eyelids. You bottomed out with your soft hands braced against his chest, and he had to hold you in place by your hips as he panted, "Holy shit." He opened his eyes to find you perched atop him with an apprehensive look on your face while his cock was buried deep in your pussy. "There's a strong possibility I'm going to finish in less than a minute. Just putting that out there right now."
You shrugged and asked, "But does it feel good?"
God, he wanted to reassure you that you were still the only thing he needed, but all he could do was guide you along slowly with his hands gripping your hips and moan, "Your pussy feels like heaven." Instantly, your mouth was on his neck, sucking a mark into his skin as you bounced up and down on his cock. "Oh, fuck!"
"I don't care how fast you cum," you whispered before licking his ear. "I just want it to be good for you."
The thing was, the worst day with you was still better than any day with anyone else, and sex was the same way. It was never not good. It was always what he wanted.
Just as he got one big hand on your ass and managed to roll you onto your back, he realized it was pretty much all over. He also reminded himself that a creampie was completely out of the question right now as he held your ankles up in the air and watched his cock slip in and out of your pussy while you giggled and moaned.
"Roo," you crooned softly, pulling that tee shirt up to reveal your enlarged tits, and Bradley had to yank himself free of your body with a snap of his hips. Barely in time, he jerked off onto your belly, and then you guided him closer by his shoulders and kissed him. "Wow. That was fast. You're never like this after a long deployment."
He knew he was blushing as he grunted, "I tried to warn you. Deployments are different somehow." 
You kissed him between his sentences and played with his hair. "How are they different?"
He ran his nose along your cheek and whispered, "It's like, I've got some residual anger in my veins when I return home after they kept me away from you for so long. But after Rosie was born, it was all pure happiness. Nothing was going to hold back that orgasm, no matter what I did. You've been here with me the whole time, tempting me with little snacks like blowjobs and riding my leg, but I couldn't have the whole fucking meal until now."
"You're ridiculous," you giggled as he moved lower down your body, smiling at his cum on your rooster tattoo.
"I actually thought that was a pretty good analogy," he whispered before kissing your clit, and your giggles immediately faded into a whimper. "Now let me have dessert."
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"Should we buy condoms?" you asked, making a shopping list on Sunday morning while Bradley flew Rose around the island like she was a fighter jet. You were heading back to work tomorrow, and Rose was starting daycare, and you wanted to have everything you'd need for the next week so you didn't have to keep running to the store.
Bradley paused and gave you a disgusted look. "Sweetheart. We don't use condoms. We used a condom exactly one time. The very first time we had sex. Since then, we haven't used condoms. Ever."
"It was just a suggestion," you said, holding up your hands in surrender.
"I don't want us to use condoms."
"I hear you, loud and clear," you told him, crossing that item off the shopping list immediately. "Then I guess I should fill my prescription for birth control."
Bradley lifted Rose a little higher and zoomed her around again before he said, "Only if you want to."
Now you were giving him a concerned look. "If you don't want to use condoms, then we need to do something."
He dipped Rose down almost to the floor before lifting her back up again and kissing her cheek. "We had sex about ten times in the past two days. I can just keep pulling out." Your silence eventually had him turning to look at you as he cradled the baby against his chest. "What?"
"That's just a ticking time bomb, Bradley. I'll pick up the pill tomorrow after work."
Then you spent the rest of the evening pumping and nursing Rose until it felt like your breasts were going to fall off. Bradley put her down in her crib while you packed two work lunches for the first time in what felt like ages. You got everything lined up on the counter for the morning, already a little antsy about running late for your first day back.
"You coming?"
Bradley was reaching for your hand as you plugged the iPad in on the counter so your parents could look at Rose essentially doing nothing and yet freak out about it over FaceTime for an hour tomorrow night.
"Yeah, I'm coming."
You thought he meant he was ready for bed, but he lured you into the bathroom where the tub was full and there were candles lit on the vanity.
"I thought we could take a bath together," he murmured, and you immediately started to undress. You hadn't taken a bath in months, and Bradley laughed as you practically dove into the water. He eased himself down into the tub with you, and you wrapped yourself around him. "So this was a good idea then?"
"The best idea," you sighed. "I missed this."
You could feel his lips on your forehead and hair as he stroked his rough fingers down your back beneath the water. "Are you excited to go back to work?"
"Mmhmm," you hummed. "Kind of missed Bickel and the lab, and I think I left a mess of folders on my desk that I forgot to clean up."
He was silent for a few seconds, the only sound was Tramp's claws tapping the tile as he walked around. "I'm a little nervous about Rose being in daycare."
"She'll be with Jeremiah," you reminded him. "I've heard so many good things about the daycare, Roo." You kissed along his Adam's apple and whispered, "But I love that you're nervous. You're such a good dad."
He groaned softly. "Just want my girls safe and happy."
"I just want my husband safe and happy."
Bradley tilted his head back and looked at you through narrowed eyes. He had his hands on your waist as he said, "I feel pretty safe right now. Happy, too. But you know what would make me even happier?"
Slowly, you eased your body away from his and straddled his hips beneath the water. "I think I do know," you whispered, reaching for his hands and guiding them up to your breasts. You were tired and sore, but his eyes positively lit up as he gave you a little squeeze.
A droplet of milk formed on your nipple as Bradley moaned, "You're too good to me." Then his lips met your nipple, swirling around as he sucked on you. 
Maybe he wasn't the only one with the lactation kink. You threaded your fingers in his hair, tugging softly and whispering, "You're such a good daddy," until you were aching with need as his mouth grew more demanding. You held out as long as you could while he drained you, but eventually you whimpered his name, and he met your gaze.
"Where are you going?" he asked as you started to stand, licking your lips.
All you told him was, "Get ready to pull out again," before the two of you ended up fucking on the bath mat on the floor.
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"Jesus," Bradley groaned when he climbed out of bed the next morning. His knees and back felt like he got hit by a bus as he watched you prance across the room as Rose started crying down the hall. "Fuck."
You straightened your glasses and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm almost thirty-eight," he replied, voice raspy from sleep. "I'm definitely too old to be having sex on the bathroom floor."
"You didn't complain about it at all last night when it was happening."
He watched you walk out of the room as he stretched. "Well, you got me there," he muttered to himself. A minute later, he wandered into the nursery where you were already feeding Rose, and he gave you both a kiss before going to the kitchen to start the coffee. He made you some avocado toast and inhaled a bowl of cereal, and then he burped the baby and got her dressed so you could eat.
"You're just so fucking cute," he whispered, kissing her bare belly as she cooed. "My god, you're adorable. You better behave for your first day of daycare. No flirting with all the little boys."
Then it really hit him that his daughter would be in daycare all day instead of with you. Once she was dressed, he picked her up and snuggled her against his chest as tears burned his eyes. Maybe it would be better if he called in sick today instead of having her start daycare the same day you went back to your lab. He felt strangely guilty about someone else playing with her all day.
"Bradley? You're not dressed yet."
You were standing in the doorway when he turned, and he was actually relieved to see you weren't wearing the maternity tent. "You look hot," he whispered, eyeing up your snug pants as you tucked your shirt in.
You groaned. "I need to lose like fifteen pounds. It looks lumpy." He wanted to argue with you, but you immediately said, "Get dressed so we aren't late."
Rose was just snuggling up for her post breakfast nap as he said, "I'm thinking about staying home today."
"No," you said, voice firm. "I knew you were going to do this, and I love you very much for it, but we need to get into our new work routine, and that includes daycare for Rose."
Bradley pouted as you pried the baby out of his hands and pushed him with your knee until he left the room. He got dressed and carried all of Rose's gear out to the red Bronco while you buckled her in. Then he buckled you in as well, and the three of you were on your way to base.
"I hate this," he muttered. "I should probably just retire."
"You can't," you told him calmly as he approached the guard gates. "You need another four years and two months to get your pension."
But you were all talk, because when the time came to actually leave Rose, you had tears in your eyes and one tracking along your cheek as you kissed her. Bradley wrapped both of you in a hug as you whispered, "Okay. I think you should retire, Roo."
He sighed and rubbed soft circles against your back as you finally let one of the daycare instructors take Rose, and then he silently walked you to your office door where you hugged him until he would almost certainly be late getting to the tower.
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"You're back," Cat said, voice laced with relief as you walked into the lab with your computer. 
"I'm back," you sighed. "Rose is in daycare."
To your extreme embarrassment, you started sobbing with your laptop slipping from your fingers. Cat took it and set it down on the counter and collected you in a hug, and you let yourself cry on her shoulder.
"I don't even know why I'm sad," you gasped. "I was looking forward to coming back to work."
"Mom hormones are stupid," Cat whispered. "And unpredictable. Just go with it."
So you did. You let yourself feel guilty and angry and confused until your tears tapered off. At least Bradley was feeling similarly today, and you knew it. Eventually you wiped at your cheeks on your own, but your breasts were already hurting again which made you realize Rose would need a bottle soon. You were sad you weren't the one who would be feeding her. You were going to have to pump in your office alone, and that made you even sadder.
"If there's an issue, someone from the daycare will call you," Cat said smoothly. "And you can always stop by at lunchtime to check on her."
You nodded and finally turned your computer on. "I know. It's just weird to be here when she's not."
"Try to enjoy the baby phase. Pretty soon you'll be looking for a reliable babysitter for nights and weekends just like I am," Cat murmured, sitting down next to you at her computer.
"Nope. I'm never going out again," you said, making her laugh. "What do you need a sitter for?"
She was silent for a few seconds, and you knew her well enough now to know you shouldn't press. You waited her out while you wiped your final stray tears away and entered your credentials into your computer. "I need someone to watch Jer for my promotion ceremony."
You gasped. "Lieutenant Commander?"
"Yeah. This Saturday."
"Why didn't you text me? We can watch him!"
"Well... I need a sitter for some additional evenings, too." Her dark eyes were more vulnerable than usual. "Jer and I are moving in with Jake. And I need time to pack our things. I just decided yesterday."
You had to stifle a scream as you gaped at her, wide eyed. This is exactly what Jake wanted, but you'd been afraid he'd never get it. He wanted the marriage, the step-dad duties, all of it, and this seemed like a step in that direction. But Cat was so stubborn, you forced yourself to remain calm right now. 
"Well, Lieutenant Commander Coleman, Bradley and I are available if you'd like to drop Jeremiah off at our house on Saturday."
"I'll keep that in mind," she muttered, typing away on her computer with a smile on her face.
By lunchtime, you were so antsy to see what Rose was up to, you were practically running toward the daycare building with your sandwich in your hands. If you ate while you checked on her, you'd be able to make it back in time for your group meeting. But someone else was rushing for the double doors at the same time, and you bumped into a firm body.
"I'm so sorry," you said, looking up at him before bursting into laughter when you recognized your own husband.
"You couldn't wait until the end of the day either?" he asked, ushering you inside, slightly out of breath.
"No," you confirmed, "I couldn't. Like I can't stop wondering what she's doing? And did she finish her bottles? Is she still hungry? Did she nap?"
Bradley groaned before kissing you hard on the lips. "That's exactly how I've been feeling all day."
When one of the daycare teachers opened the door and asked if she could help you with something, both of you blurted out at the same time, "We want to see our daughter."
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Bradley thought you both did pretty well today. You and he made it almost four hours before having to run over to check on Rose, and now he was taking the fastest shower he could in the locker room so he could go back and pick her up for the evening.
"There's my Nugget," he said with a sigh as soon as he picked her up from the play mat where she was having tummy time. He swore she smiled as soon as he kissed her soft cheek, and he snuggled her against his chest.
"Do you want to put her in the stroller?" the woman who ran the program asked him, but he shook his head.
"I like holding her," he whispered, giving Rose one more kiss before picking up the diaper bag and stroller in his free hand. You told him you'd meet him at the Bronco, so he very carefully made his way there with his daughter cradled in one arm. The parking garage was clearing out, and he set everything on the asphalt so he could unlock the doors.
He looked up when he heard your voice, only to find you running down the aisle toward Jake's car where the other man was also unlocking his doors. You threw your arms around him, and Jake caught you in his embrace. Bradley was not even slightly concerned at the high pitched screech you let out as he buckled Rose carefully into her car seat, wrapping his fingers around her tiny hand and giving her a little kiss.
Then he tossed everything else into the back and waited for you while he checked the messages on his phone. Most of the emails were just junk, but he did see an ad for Mother's Day.
"Oh. Shit." He hadn't celebrated that holiday since he was in high school. Other than signing whichever card you picked out for your own mom before you mailed it, he hadn't given the holiday any thought at all. And that was sad, because it was an important one. "Rosie, we need to do something special for Mommy," he muttered. "We can talk about it later, okay? Shh, here she comes."
"Roo!" you gasped, running for his arms the way you had Jake's, but unlike Jake, he got a kiss. "Guess what Cat told me today."
He leaned down for another kiss, making you smile before he said, "She and Jeremiah came to their senses, and they're leaving Jake?"
"No! They're moving in with him!"
"That poor woman," Bradley muttered, wrapping his arms around you just as Jake drove past, flipping him off before waving. "She could do so much better."
"Be nice, Bradley."
But he wasn't really listening any longer as you ran your hand down along his abs and patted the top of his gym shorts. Then suddenly your hand was gone as you climbed in the backseat with Rose and said, "I think I'll ride back here with her."
He took the seat belt from your hand and frowned. "Who's going to keep me company then?" But you ignored him in favor of the baby, and he couldn't blame you one bit.
"I missed you today," you told her, tickling her cheek as you leaned in to kiss her forehead, and Bradley buckled your seatbelt. When he started driving, you said, "Don't forget to stop at the pharmacy so I can pick up my birth control."
"Absolutely," he replied, relieved you seemed to have dropped the condom conversation. "And when we get home, we can test it out before I make dinner."
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He gets a max score for being eager, but he loses points for thinking he could handle the bathroom floor. I need him to make Mother's Day so special in the next chapter. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls
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