#homemaking while pregnant

[callmemrscarter]

My husband had a bite of my cooking tonight and said “them hands gettin’ real dangerous in the kitchen, girl!”

And I can’t stop thinking about how I want to be pregnant again immediately after this pregnancy 🥰

[dexlexia]

untitled. - toji x reader

pairing: toji fushiguro x reader rating: 18+ summary: Toji was an intimidating man. He towered over you in a way that you couldn't describe. He was only five foot nine inches, but he made you feel so small. So fragile, like a delicate bird that he wanted to break the wings off of.  He was a possessive man, he hated when you went out with your stupid little friends, got drinks from pervy old business men and he had to drive you home. tags: dark & dirty, smut, blowjobs, multiple orgasms, car sex, breeding & pregnancy kinks, daddy kink, implied sugar daddy!toji, d/s, unhealthy relationships, drunk!reader, dubious consent, toji wants to make you a housewife

Toji was an intimidating man. He towered over you in a way that you couldn't describe. He was only five foot nine inches, but he made you feel so small. So fragile, like a delicate bird that he wanted to break the wings off of.  He was a possessive man, he hated when you went out with your stupid little friends, got drinks from pervy old business men and he had to drive you home. 

He wanted you home as his wife, a good homemaker,  maybe have you pregnant with a few little brats. That'll keep you busy, no need for college, partying and all the stupid inconsequential shit that you did in your day to day. The only books you should be looking at were cookbooks. 

He groped your ass while you stumbled your way to the car. Your high heels were doing little to support your drunken stance. You were like a newborn deer and Toji was the predator. But don't worry your little head, he told you, daddy's got you.  He helped you into the car and rounded the front to his driver's seat. When he got in, he looked at you. He reached out, his strong fingers in your done up hair. 

  "Now what do we do when daddy drives you home? Don't tell me you forgot your manners, little one." His voice was low. His cock was noticeable in the sweatpants he drove in to come get you at almost two in the morning.  You whined in response, unable to form a full sentence,  he yanked some of the pins out of your hair, "C'mon, honey. I trained you better." 

   "But, Toji. Can't I do it tomorrow?"

The scarred corner of his lip rose, "No, no, no.  You better give thanks to daddy, right now. Or you can walk to the bus stop, drunk and alone. Leave you to the wolves." The end of his sentence was like poison. His smile grew when he let go of your hair and you started to undo the ties of his pants with shaky hands.  Toji was nice and asleep when he got the call from you,  drunk and on the verge of tears that you couldn't get a cab home. 

In reality he would've never made you take the night bud home all the way to the manor he lived in, you wouldn't make it. But you didn't need to know that. He liked the fear in your eyes at the idea of being stranded. In reality you only needed him.  He groaned as you took his cock out of the sweats and exposed it to the warm summer air. He cupped your face,  "Show daddy some love." 

You leaned forward and started to lick at his cock, it was hot in your mouth as you tried to take as much as possible. He was packing however, and he hadn't fully trained your throat. So it was a struggle to fit it all in. He said when you sucked cock, you looked like a poor chipmunk trying to get it all in.  You used his toned abdomen and thighs to suck him off at a weird angle. 

Drool  started to coat your chin and down your neck. Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to take more and more. That's what Toji's "training" was,  to take as much as possible. To break you down and build you back up. You felt his strong hand on your ass as he pulled up your short dress and palmed at your bare ass. You wore nothing about an uncomfortable thong to the club.  You made a muffled noise as he laid a slap on your ass.

Both of your heavy breathing made the windows start to fog up as the car sat in the dimly lit parking lot. He groaned and grit his teeth as he groped you. You were his prized possession, more than anything to him. He told you that you were like an angel to him, but like the devil himself, he wished to pluck every feather off of your wings and drag you down with him. "That's it baby girl, that feels so good. That's it, fuck."  He panted, "Touch yourself."

  "But daddy-"

  "I want you ready for when we get home and I will ruin your pussy. " His voice was clouded in lust as he looked down at you. Your eyes met, even in the dark you could see that Toji's pupils were enlarged. "C'mon baby girl, suck daddy off while you play with that pussy of yours." He licked his top lip. He looked more like a beast than a person in that moment, animalistic in the driver's seat as you repaid him. 

You nodded meekly and spread your legs a little wider in the cramped space and started to rub your clit with your manicured nails over top the pathetic piece of fabric you called underwear. Your mouth went back to his cock and you moaned against him as you tried to go deeper and deeper. The sensation made you wet as you kept going. Toji's hand soon found your hair and he gripped it tightly, pushing down for your throat to accommodate more.  Tears went down your face as you choked on his cock. 

  "That's it baby girl, daddy's close. Daddy's so close. You better not cum, I want you to finish all over my cock when we get home." He purred. You often joked that a man his age shouldn't be able to get hard so quickly, he taught you a lesson by making you ride him for an hour, pinching your clit every so often as to stop you from orgasming.  His breathing became tighter along with the grip on your head.  You let out small pathetic noises as he contruined to face fuck you. It hurt but it soaked your panties. 

You were his good fuck hole. His future baby mama. 

With another hard tug on your hair, he pushed his entire length into your throat and came down it. You struggled to breath as he painted the inside of your esophagus, leaving you unable to breath. It caused you to cough, with some of his cum coming up into your nose and mouth. Your face became flushed as you choked on his seed. But he dropped his grip on you and let you cough your way back to breathing while he basked in some post orgasmic bliss. 

   "That's it baby girl, cough it out. You're not going to die.' He leaned over and rubbed your back. Eventually you stopped and he leaned over for a kiss. His cock perked up once more at the sight of your disheveled state. But that was for later. For now he tucked himself back into his pants and drove you back along the dark roads towards the manor. 

Call him old fashioned, but the sight of his girl all knocked up made his cock twitch in his pants.  He kept a large hand on your bare thigh, he swore he could smell your soaked cunt from the driver's seat. He had you under lock and key in a way.  You gave yourself over to him in every way so why not show proof of the union for a few dark haired brats running around. And if you weren't busy enough with let's say two or three, he could almost make five or six.  He gripped your thigh and exhaled excitedly. 

The drive was long as he curved around dark roads, only illuminated by the high beams of the car. His hand snaked up the bottom of your dress and let his pinky finger prod at your cunt, he could feel the soaked fabric of your thong. You won't be needing that pretty soon. Could pregnant women even wear thongs or would the belly get in the way? Either way the thought excited him. He'd find a way to make his baby mama sparkle like the good whore she was. 

He parked the car and got you out. You were still quite drunk as he brought you inside and started to grope your breasts as he kissed your neck as you tried to get your heels off.  "You're so good, honey." He purred, "So good, you're amazing, I love you so much. You're mine, got it? I don't want you with any other man. "

You whimpered in response as he guided you upstairs, you felt his hard on up against your back as you made your way to the bedroom. His hands eventually found your waist as he got you into the room and onto the bed. Face down, ass up, the best way to breed a woman. Like a pair of fucking animals. 

He started to undress, pulling off the sweatpants, the underwear and the compression shirt. He leaned over and slapped your ass, watching it move with the force. "Get undressed, honey. Or does daddy have to do everything for you?" He got behind you on the bed and started to rub his cock up against your ass, "Get a move on or I'll rip it off of you." 

You did your best to get undressed, but your hands were too slow and Toji pulled the cheap fabric off your body. Whatever, he'll just buy you something new. And maybe something to accommodate the future bump. He rubbed your ass briefly before he tore the panties off too.  Leaving you bare under him. 

  "That's it baby girl, I love that. You look like a dream." Like a piece of meat, he thought. He wanted to do bad things to you, he wanted to make you a spoiled princess but also the dirt at the bottom of his shoe. The thought of such a small woman carrying his brood made his hard cock bob in anticipation. 

If you don't get pregnant tonight, he'll have many more opportunities to do so. He licked his middle and pointed fingers the inserted them inside of your tight cunt, feeling the wet heat on his digits. He thrusted them a few times. You were always so tight, he often wondered if you became a virgin again overnight. If so, he'd love to tear your hymen again.

But he was a dirty old man like that. Maybe he should have saved the delicious treat that was your cunt till you began to make a baby. But that was like buying the sweetest dessert and waiting a lifetime to eat it. And Toji was going to eat you up.  He continued to finger you, healing the noises of his fingers buried inside your wet cunt. 

  "Daddy," You moaned, your head felt in a haze. Your limbs felt lax and you couldn't do much but lie there as Toji fucked you until he was satisfied.  You buried your face further into the bed as he took his fingers out and soon slid his cock into you. You gripped the soft white covered of the bed as he started to fuck you from behind.

Sounds filled the room of your love making.  You moaned and whined as you felt the blunt head of his cock hit against the beginning of your cervix, effectively bruising it. The pain made you more wet.  Your body bounced on the bed as you tried to muffle your moans in the covers. But eventually Toji wanted to hear it all and pulled your head away and held your head.

  "Be loud, baby girl. I want to hear it all. Tell daddy how good you feel." 

  "I love it! Ah! I love it!" You cried out as your body moved with each thrust. It was euphoria, the rough feeling of his cock inside of you. You  reached down and rubbed your clit as your eyes rolled back. The extra pleasure made your mouth hang open as every obscene sound left your throat. 

You were a cum slut,  you were his good girl. You were everything with him and nothing without him.  He yanked on your hair as he continued to fuck you from behind. You gasped and moaned loudly as he moved. "Yes, daddy! Yes!"

  "You're mine, got it? You don't belong to anyone else."  He growled, which only made you moan. You were still very drunk and could barely hold yourself up but by your hair, Toji had a good grip on you. Your body bounced on the bed as he rammed into you. Your cunt clenched around him with every hard thrust. 

  "Yes, daddy I'm yours. I love you! ah!" You panted, your head swam as he buried deep inside of you. Your body moved on its own and you tried hard not to get sick all over the bed. Your brain turned off as you let the waves of pleasure course over your drunken body.  You deep down loved the man, even if he was cruel at times. He adored you in a possessive way that you always wanted. Your nails dug into the sheets as you arched your back.

Toji groped your ass with all his strength leaving bruising marks on your skin. You were going to be his good girl for a long time. He hissed through his teeth as he felt his cock grow painful with the need to orgasm. Paint your pretty cunt white, and he new you'd take every last drop like the angel you were.  You were a good girl that way, didn't even know that he was going to finish inside of you.

The prospect of you getting pregnant was such a turn on for  Toji.  It made him grin like a madman as he fucked you into the bed.  You all swollen with his child, waddling around the manner trying to pick up after the other kids he made with you. He'll go away for a few months on jobs, but don't worry by the time you deliver the next brat he'll be home. 

He dropped your head and let you bury it into the covers as you felt warm all over. It was so erotic, the combination of sex and your drunken state  made you only a doll for Toji to fuck. You gasped into the sheets and felt your cunt clench around him. You could feel the smirk on his lips as he continued to move. 

   "Daddy, please."

  "Aw fuck, you're going to make a perfect wife. You're mine, you got that. You are mine, forever." He purred as he moved. 

You clenched around him tightly as he rammed against you. Your mouth hung  open on the bed as he hit against yours. He was not holding back even if you weren't all there. But he had free reign of your body, you were his mind, body and soul. So even a no, meant yes. His hands gripped your hips as he was on the edge of orgasm. 

He let his mind race about thoughts of you knocked up. How lovely you'd look round with his children, you'd be such a good stay at home wife. Your duty belonged to him and the children you'd make together. It was better this way. He groaned loudly as his pace became erratic.  With one final stroke he pushed his cock as deep as it could go and gripped you so tightly he left bruises and finished inside of you. All he needed was for two cells to meet and he'd have a beautiful stay at home mama. 

You came on his cock, your hand still focused on your clit as you clenched tightly and finished off. It left your already drunk head swimming as you dropped your hips onto the bed and tried to get in a comfortable position.  Your breathing came out in gasps as you tried to collect yourself. Toji dropped behind you, his large hand went down to your cunt and felt the stickiness on your lips as he felt his cum ooze out of you. He licked his lips and buried two fingers inside of you in an effort to keep it all in. Where it belonged. 

  "Please, daddy. No more." You whimpered. 

  "It's okay honey, we'll stop for now.' He kissed your neck as his thumb teased your clit, "You're such a good girl for me. You know that right." His voice was warm and sweet. He pressed on your clit a little harder, "Always so obedient.  You know exactly how daddy likes it, and daddy knows how you like it. Because you're mine and you're gonna be mine for the rest of our lives. How does that sound?"

You moaned from the sensation of his fingers on your cunt, "Yes, daddy."  Your breathing was still labored, your head felt heavy and sticky. Your body was covered in sweat and you were sure your makeup was smeared across your face. But nonetheless he still played with you, he knew exactly what every inch of skin did. 

Quickly he took his fingers out and licked them briefly, getting the taste of his baby girl on his tongue. Mixed with the salty nature of his cum. He then slapped your ass and said, "Go sober up, we're not done here."  

"But you said-"

  "I know, but you're so much of a tease that I can't help it. Now get clean and sober, and I'm going  to eat you alive.' He grinned as he watched you get up on shaky legs. There was no way you were getting sober quickly, but that didn't bother Toji. He'd still fuck you, even if you become unconscious. After all, he had a mission to finish. 

[mxpseudonym]

Apple Cherry Blossom

Pairing: Luca x Blossom OC

Summary: Luca would like a little jealousy from his wife now and again.

Length: 1166 words

Warnings: None

A/N: I couldn't help myself 😭. I got inspired by “The Story of Ming Lan” and had to write this out. I hope you enjoy this out-of-the-blue post.

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She held a half-eaten cherry in one hand and a pencil in the other. The account book on the desk in front of her laid open was for their new house. She would have to keep track of things like that now that she was officially a Changretta and a homemaker.

She put the rest of the cherry in her mouth, pitting it with her molars and tongue. Just when she was finished, a cup appeared in front of her mouth and she dropped the pit in to join the growing pile. Before she could think about it, another cherry was being held to her lips.

The attendant was none other than her husband who seemed both deep into the story he was telling her about his trip around town that led him to obtain a half pound of cherries, yet alert enough to steadily alternate between feeding them to her and providing a bowl to spit pits into.

She looked away from the amount they paid the butcher every month and up to Luca who was talking wildly with his free hand while patiently holding the cherry with the other.

“And finally we were walking through the street and this girl runs up to Ronnie. Would you believe it was Angela Cappoli? Could barely recognize her since she’s all grown up. And- here, it’s sweet,” Luca said, stopping his own story to push the fruit onto her.

She leaned back and picked up her glass of water first, taking a sip before catching the plump dark purple fruit between her teeth and letting him pull the stem.

“Angela Cappoli, can you believe it? Ma used to say we’d get married, you know?”

“Really? Why?”

“The Cappoli’s were bigger than us when I was in her belly, and she said a marriage could bring us together since Mrs. Cappoli was pregnant at the same time. Never worked out,” he concluded. Blossom nodded then dropped the pit in the cup. “You don’t have to worry about anything like that.”

“Worry?”

“Well we were a little sweet on each other for a while,” he admitted sheepishly. “But it wasn’t anything to be upset about.”

“I’m not upset, though?” She pointed out before before going back to her book. Luca blinked at her the squinted a bit. The next cherry from the little carton went to his mouth instead. This was his fault, really.

He was too honest and straightforward with her. He never wanted some miscommunication to come from vague, choppy words so he just told her everything. Blossom, therefore, didn’t worry about him lying to her. In conclusion, she had no reason to be the jealous type, sometimes to his dismay.

“It was a long time ago,” he continued carefully. “But today, she was real chatty. Kept reminiscing on old dates we had. And then she ran and gave me some of her parents’ apples.” He went back to feeding Blossom cherries, this time doing two in succession to watch her cheeks get a little chubby. “Don’t worry, I gave the apples to my sister-in-law.”

“You should’ve kept them, you like apples,” she said absently while flipping to a new page. Luca stared at her in disbelief.

“If my father told my mother, the sensible woman she is, that he’d taken the apples from an old sweetheart, even she’d give him a wack,” he told her. “And you’re not even the slightest bit worried about Angela?”

“Who cares about Angela? You’ve been talking for 20 minutes and haven’t even told me where these cherries came from,” Blossom reminded him. “Even if you wanted to marry her on your own, I wouldn’t mind if you took the apples. Your mother probably puts up a fuss to make your father feel good too. I doubt she thinks he’ll get taken away.”

Her mouth dropped open, ready to eat another cherry only to find there was none. She looked up, following Luca’s movements as he put the carton down and stood, heading to the couch. He laid out over the velvet and then looked at her with a dissatisfied face that was too similar to what children who felt wronged would pull. What was wrong with him now?

“You could pretend at least,” Luca grumbled. Blossom’s eyes roamed over his spread-out figure as she pondered. She was well within her rights to ignore him, and even confront him about being the strangest man she’d ever met. He wanted her to act foolish over another woman after all of the years they’d been together. No one could invite trouble, insist on it even, like him.

After a moment she stood. Picking up her glass, she took a healthy drink before tossing the last quarter at her husband and slamming the glass back onto her desk. Luca jolted, sitting straight up as he spluttered from the water up his nose. He blinked away droplets only to find Blossom with her hands on her hips.

“I leave you alone for one afternoon, and you go get yourself a woman to follow you around town?! A dog would be more loyal,” she scoffed. Luca blinked at her as she tsked and shook her head. “I should’ve known you weren’t over her. Her and her damn apples. Bastard.”

She clicked her tongue loudly and ignored the fact that the smile growing on Luca’s face had reached its widest point before he even knew to pretend like he wasn’t giddy. Luca wiped his chin and stood, walking around the coffee table to her.

“I haven’t thought about her in ages. Couldn’t even tell you what she was wearing. I only have my eyes on you. Ronnie’s got to keep me from walking in the street ‘cause I can’t see straight.”

Blossom turned from him and stopped herself from laughing at his ridiculousness. She only allowed a brief smile before rolling her eyes and putting her stern face back on. Luca’s arms didn’t waste a moment before they wrapped around her fully, almost making her lose balance.

“You’re mouth’s too sweet. Keeping me full of cherries just to pacify me. I shouldn’t have even let you come home. Go sleep on the street,” She scolded him the best she could with his face nuzzling into the crook of her neck. She could feel his grin.

“I have such a good wife. I’d sleep on the doorstep if you didn’t let me in. Happily.”

“I’ll let you off this time, but only because you can’t convince me you could find someone else to put up with you,” she concluded haughtily. Now that, he knew, was straight from her heart.

“I’ll go easier on my second wife,” he muttered, eyes closed peacefully even when Blossom’s head whipped around to him and tried unwrapping his arms that only wrapped tighter.

“Huh?!”

“Ah ah, stay like this. I’m just teasing. You’re my only wife until the end. The cherries are from Miss Martin. She said you’re sweet and pay good prices for her produce.”

Blossom muttered but finally leaned back into his embrace, “Rascal.”

[mychlapci]

Dolly Sentinel doesn’t even realize he has a brand new fetish. All he can think about it how hot it is that Ultra’s massive spike pierces through his gestational seal every time they’re together. He’s so desperately charged up during his shifts that he can’t help begging his Magnus to help him, to fill his cunt with that huge spike. Sentinel begs to be filled. He can’t help overloading every time he feels Ultra’s transfluid rushing into him, straight into his gestational tank. It’s just so hot, watching his belly distend a little not just with cock but with a huge load of transfluid. Ultra always holds his little waist and strokes the bulge indulgently with his thumbs.

But of course Ultra flooding Sentinel’s tank and pussy with transfluid makes quite a mess when it begins to run out of him. Sentinel, ever diligent about his cleanliness, begs Ultra to let him wear plugs instead of riding his “desk buddy”. He doesn’t want to get fluids all over the office, you see. It’s definitely not that the idea that he could get pregnant, that he could be filled with his Magnus’ sparkling, makes Sentinel so horny he can’t thinks straight. Ultra Magnus, of course, gifts him some absurdly large plugs with gemstones embedded in the bases. To match his pretty Doll’s skirts, since he won’t be needing to wear panels in the office anymore! Sentinel fairly swoons when the large, heart-shaped base of one presses against his node when he sits. Legs crossed like a good girl, of course. He stays plugged and full of transfluid, dutifully serving Ultra with his mouth and hands until his poor pussy starts craving the Magnus’ spike again. All the while, Sentinel can’t help self-servicing to the idea of getting pregnant.

It’s rapidly becoming his favorite fantasy: Sentinel pregnant with Ultra’s fat baby, utterly spoiled and filled with spike. A pretty girl, sure to be kept. His pussy always clenches on the plug when be imagines it. Soon he’s watching all sorts of new shows on his datapad, just to feed the fantasy. He’s testing some of the recipes he’s learning in his kitchen at home, proudly bringing the best examples to work to share. Fussing over the office and tidying it without being asked—Ultra always praises him for it, teasing Sentinel by flipping up his skirt or pinching his aft. Such a good, considerate Doll. He’ll surely make the right mech very happy one day. Sentinel can’t help begging for Ultra’s spike when he hears things like that, riding feverishly as he begs for the old mech to cum inside him yet again. Watching yet another show about being a good homemaker as his skirt bounces against his hips. Sentinel comes with a squeal when Ultra purrs in his audial about what a sexy, irresistible Doll he is. Transfluid painting the Magnus’ lap and Sentinel’s own skirt as be crests to Ultra telling him that he’s the picture of a perfect housemech. Sentinel’s getting so close to everything he’s ever wanted. Yes, it’s his ultimate dream: becoming the Magnus’ sweet little wife.

And then the cute little bump of Ultra’s transfluid in his belly turns out to be a sparkling. Ultra Magnus is an absolute gentlemech and proposes on the spot, declaring that his perfect Doll will make him the happiest mech on Cybertron when Sentinel says yes. And of course he does—it’s his lifelong dream to be the wife of the Magnus, after all. He looks so beautiful in his wedding dress, cradling the baby bump for the pictures. Sentinel can’t help but get aroused at the idea that the world will see him wearing the fattest plug in his collection, spike capped in its housing, and never know.

the wedding dress... you’ve got me drooling over that, hrghh. Sentinel is worried it’ll look too trashy, that everyone’ll think Ultra Magnus is just marrying him because he knocked him up. But Ultra Magnus assures his dear little doll... everyone already knows Sentinel belongs to him, it was only a question of time. The pregnancy is just their little miracle that nudged things along <3 The Magnus even insists that he wear a dress that accentuates his swollen bump, so that everyone can see what a good wife Sentinel has become.

[50stradwife]

Welcome to my blog!! 🎀💒

Here I’ll be posting anything related to traditional living, femininity, homemaking, cottagecore, homesteading, Christian living, and all things vintage.

I’ve had tumblr blogs in the past, but I wanted to make this brand new one to find a different community that I connect to.

Now about me! Mainly my religious journey, but it’s entirely defined who I am, so my apologies in advance 💕🧺

I’ve lived in sin my entire life so far. I am 20 years old, and up until I was 18, I was very far gone. (I’m going to censor certain words so I don’t reach those communities) I was practicing w!tchcraft, p4ganism, even s4tan!sm. My entire family was the exact same way, in fact all of the women in my family all practice w!tchcraft. I was never even exposed to the bible, Jesus, or God. Along with those, I went through all the motions of believing I was a different gender, or interested in the same sex. I am not, and I realize now how much society and just my generation around me had manipulated me to the point I seriously believed I was.

When I was 18 and finally free of my home life, I got my first job, and that’s where I met my now fiancé. He has been a devout christian his entire life, and even though we had such different mindsets when we met, we fell in love and he knew he had to save me. I am forever grateful to God for bringing him to me, and me to him.

I started reading a study Bible, and once I finished that, I went to read the entire Bible start to finish. My entire life changed and I had suddenly felt truly happy for the first time in my life. Before I found God, I struggled with anxiety, depression, and even suspected I had other worse mental disorders because I just felt so sick in the head. I feel none of that now, and it’s all because of Him.

We’ve been together for two years, and this year God blessed us with a welcome surprise, our first child. I’m currently 13 weeks pregnant as I make this post! Just before we found out he proposed, and we are so excited to create a traditional and Godly life for our new family.

I’m still repenting for all of the sins of my past, and I strive to become closer and closer with God every single day. I want my lifestyle to reflect his vision, while also enjoying myself and my newfound femininity. I spent so long thinking I needed to play the same role as a man, and I’ve never felt so free as I do now!

Sorry sorry sorry for that whole tangent, I doubt anyone actually cares!! I hope I can find likeminded people on here, as I haven’t had much luck anywhere else 💕✝️🌷

[gingersforeverbox]

Hi, no one asked for this, but have some Nathan Bateman x Reader headcanons/ drabble ideas

A/n: Howdy, I know it's been a hot minute since I posted something of my own, but I've been a simp for this stupid-genius bastard for a while now, and here is just a dump of the thoughts that are bouncing around in my head about Bitchman himself :)

Fem!Reader x Nathan Bateman btw

Content warnings: Nathan for obvious canonical reasons, the good kush🍃, swearing (probably), suggestive material that is +18 (If I find a minor on my lawn I swear to all that's good that I will tell your parents/guardians that you're being inconsiderate of boundaries Ya lil gremlins), that's all I can think of for now, but let me know if I missed anything! <3

Pretty little homemaker Reader? Yeah. Pretty little homemaker Reader who got to happily retire once they married Nathan and be a domestic, feminine person without care? Even better!

Pregnant Reader where we learn about what it’s like to be expecting with him (spoiler: he is a pain in the ass up until you have to snap at him to be considerate to the person who will give him his child, then he surprisingly gets his head out of his ass to try and be better for you and y'all's child).

Reader and Nate have to go to a gala or some shit for the first time as an official couple then there’s a bunch of questions from the press and coworkers about y'all being together, and he is basically like "Honey, I own the planet, whatever you don't want public won't be public. it's that simple, now let me show you this ice sculpture that looks like a dick if you look at it right >:)"

Stoned Nathan and Reader. She does it for fun, he insists that he’s gonna be chill, but he is such a fuckin nerd that he babbles about how scientifically interesting weed is while Reader is just like “M’kay babe, keep talkin’, you’re cute like this iloveyou” and Nathan kinda just buffers for a minute before then is high as a kite when he realizes "oh fuck this woman makes me feel things and I'm too high to try and hide it iloveyoutoo"

Nathan getting genuinely confused when Reader treats Kyoko with basic dignity despite her being an AI, and Reader basically being horrified with how he treats her and actively goes out of her way to be nice to Kyoko. Does Nathan learn to be nicer to his AI? Does he still treat them like shit and it bites him in the ass? YOU DECIDE!

Bossy!Reader who is one of BlueBook's communications experts, and he can't wrap his head around the idea of Reader, the same lady who doesn't hesitate to call one of his ideas bad-shit crazy, being the same lady who easily schmooses his business partners for him until he sees her in action at a conference they both have to attend. Nathan then realizing that he likes his organic women to be a lil fiesty.

*forewarning that this one is a little self-indulgent:* Nathan and a Psychologist reader? I would pay Money to watch those two bicker about everything. like come on, Nathan's fuckin' nuts and Reader deals with emotionally/ mentally troubled people for a living. Just imagine BlueBook deciding to assign him a psychologist since he lives in the middle of nowhere all the time, and Reader taking one look at him and being like "Oh, he's not just a narcissistic rich man, he's a narcissistic rich man with a literal god complex.... interesting :)))" then proceeding to actually help him regardless. Bbgorl wouldn't know what hit him.

That's all for now folks, as you were 😊

....psst, hey, if anyone is interested in reading something with any of these ideas I would happily see what I can do to make a lil somethin'-somethin'. Also, if you wanna take a stab at writing any of these, all I ask is that you tag me so I can get some credit and so I can see y'all's awesome work <3

[nerdygaymormon]

Biblical Womanhood

On Sunday afternoon, I was riding in a car with two of my queer religious friends, Calvin Burke and Nathan McLaughlin, and one of them mentioned the phrase “Biblical womanhood,” and how it’s used to say that women should be a submissive wife, a diligent homemaker, and a loving mother. But this sort of understanding only works if someone hasn’t read the entire Bible.

Actual Biblical womanhood is quite different. We spent a good 20 minutes naming examples from the Bible of good women and what we can learn from them.

Esther stood up to her husband the king to force him to change the law

Ruth vowed her life to a woman and works hard to support her

 Mary, the mother of Jesus, preached that her son would overthrow the rich

Leah pretended to be her sister in order to marry a husband

Eve chose a path different from what Adam wanted and convinced him to come along

Deborah was a prophetess

Junia was an apostle

Hagar met God and gave him a name (there’s no record of God accepting a name from a man)

Mary of Bethany chose not to do housework but instead to listen to Jesus teach

Rahab is a prostitute who turned spy to betray the city where she lived

Anna prophesied about Christ 

Hannah was a prophetess

Tamar pretended to be a prostitute and sleeps with her father-in-law, becomes pregnant, in order to force him to financially take care of her

Jael killed the head of the enemy’s army

Phoebe was a deacon

Rebecca tricked her husband into giving the inheritance to a different son than he intended

Shiphrah and Puah both disobeyed the law in order to save babies

Susanna financially supported Jesus

I don’t know how anyone can read this list and think the Bible’s definition of a good woman is someone who doesn’t talk back, doesn’t work outside the home, but instead cleans house and raises children while submitting to her husband’s will. Actual Biblical womanhood applies to women who are married, who are single, who are childless, there is no one definition of what a woman should be. She can have power. She can preach the gospel. She can be a mom and home keeper. She can be a prophet, an apostle, a deacon. She can disrupt her husband’s plans. 

[miekasa]

i wish i could spoilg nanamj and make him a stay-at home husband lmfao

Okay okay I know the househusbandification of Nanami is widely known and recognized because of his competence and passionate distaste for late stage capitalism and hustle culture, but I think we need to acknowledge two more important points:

Firstly, he’s always believed that homemaking is a craft and though he knows better than to idealize his life, a small part of him couldn’t be helped from fantasizing about a life where money wasn’t the object or the only answer to caring for his home and the people inside of it. Still, because of the gloomy reality of the world, he always thought the only ends to that means—even in his far off fantasy—was to be able to work enough to provide for those people. Until, you have your first kid together.

Admittedly, Kento’s toyed with the idea before your little girl came along—seeing you come home from work late, only to stress about cookies you forgot to bake for an upcoming benefit, or coursework that got put off, or laundry because you need a specific part of your uniform for the next day; he only ever wished in those moments to free you of those troubles—and while he did his best to help with the damage control (helping you bake or study or hand washing your lab coat for you to dry by the morning), he couldn’t help but think that you both could have been saved the last minute late night jitters if one of you had the time to take care of these kinds of things all day—if he could dedicate all his hours to taking care of you. So, it’s a natural progression to loving the extra time spent at home together while you’re pregnant, to growing reluctance to even leave once you’re nearing your due date, to almost flat out refusal to step foot out of your shared apartment when your baby arrives.

You’ve always known this, though—Kento is kind, tending to people he cares about even if his methods seem brash at first. He’s gentle at heart, far too rounded beneath his hardened facade to have to endure a soulless, corporate world. You know he likes things with meaning—and that you, your home, your life together, is priceless to him. So, it’s not a surprise, really when at the end of his first month back from paternity leave, he sits you down to talk about him staying home permanently.

(“It’s not worth it,” is his ultimate confession, words spoken softly into the back of your hands, punctuated with kisses to your knuckles, “Missing out on spending time with her—with you—no amount of money is worth it. I did some looking and… I think it can work like this. If I stay. I want to be able to take care of you.”)

And so, he does. You make more than enough for your little family, and Kento had already saved up enough to live more than comfortably should any emergency come up. Money could never be the problem anyway, not with the support you have (as if Satoru Gojo would ever leave his precious goddaughter in a pinch, as if between your friends and family, you didn’t have the love and blessings of a lifetime)—all of whom, by the way, not that Kento looks the happiest they’ve ever seen him ever since he’s dedicated all his time to taking care of your family and your home.

Secondly, it makes his dick hard, real talk. All he ever wanted to do was provide for you—and sure it’s not in the way most would think of, but it sure as hell still counts. Knowing that he can spend his days caring for you, sorting through all your pretty clothes and dressing you up for him, preparing the bed you’ll both lay in at the end of the day, that he’s caring for the woman who carried his child—that any his actions can make you happy. Pride isn’t a strong enough word—he feels lucky, blessed even, to be able to call you his, to know that it’s him providing for and protecting you at the end of the day, that you call him and nobody else your husband. Almost makes him want to have another baby with you. Having you home with him for a few more months doesn’t sound like a bad deal at all.

[callmemrscarter]

When I’m in a mood, one of the habits I’ve been implementing instead of making sure others know I’m not in a great mood, is get things done around our home, listen to podcasts, & have random moments of talking to God 🤣

Call me crazy, but it is therapeutic.

AND productive!

[zot3-flopped]

Can you see Taygreedy giving up her career?

I think she wants the ego maniac version of a tradwife life where 10 servants are the homemakers and she gets to cosplay adulthood as she complains about how hard life is. As a woman. Idk her "normal" is getting stupid wealthy off of the backs of others and her "job" has become being the brand. I don't think she has a grasp on reality so "giving up her career" to her, would be not being in public for like 3 days or only doing 1 "feel bad for me" magazine interview a week.

I could see her making a big deal about doing a shorter, overpriced tour, drop 4 shitty goodbye for now albums in a month span, complain about how only women are overexposed, then "go into hiding again." She'll still call the paps to watch her buy a crib and hold hands ✨while pregnant✨then complain about privacy and how she can't take a break :( for family. She'll never fully quit her job of being taylor swift ™ because she can't ego-wise. But she'll definitely feel like she did when she needs a break, even if it's not for maternity leave.

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[rcjoice]

headcanons & timeline: re: ashton & selene

*and some selene hcs at the end

known each other since he was 13 & she was 15

started being together on and off in secret when they were 17 & 19 ; got her pregnant at 18 & 20 for the first time; had two sons when they were 19 & 21

ashton broke up with her and tried to avoid her for several years after; failed miserably and was just in and out of her and their sons' lives; extremely toxic during this time

started dating seriously and publicly when they're 23 & 25; got married a year later after their daughter is born

married for 2 years before their divorce, she served him because she just felt like they weren't a good married couple

she helps financially support him even after their divorce; helps pay his child support to her when he can't

he was the homemaker and she was the bread winner primarily

she pushes him into na & aa, pushes for him to be sober

have been in love for their whole lives basically, but don't work well as a couple, work better as best friends

coparents-ish, ashton gets them on whatever weekends he can handle

twin flames

stripper for several many years, used it to pay for nursing school until she graduated at 24

from alabama originally, ran away from an abusive home at 14 and just somehow ended up in michigan after a year of running; ends up with josh out of circumstance and desperation

remarried to [REDACTED] Hanley, longtime ashton quincy hater (still helps pays his bills because selene loves him)

co-owner of the bar with hanley

very southern, little bumpkin truly

loud, abrasive, in your face while being a lady

loves her children more than anything, got sober for them

grade a mom

atheist, told ashton she'd go to mass when they got married, lied

can and will fight you

#1 ashton quincy supported, believes in him more than anything

[thelegendarygoose]

How it ended:Epilogue. ThrantoxF!reader

Kinktober contribution.

Warnings: The completion to the thranto x reader series with some serious smut. There should be nothing said. Bandage guy on girl. Threesome anal oral teasing.

As always read at your own risk and enjoy.

It had been adventurous when you blue husband returned to the Ascendancy. And even more so when he declared he was going to marry you and Eli.

When conflict ended and everything was said and done, the three of you had settled down on a back water world in a decent house to raise a family.

Eli still worked for the CDF on his Skywalker data analysis while playing the homemaker to you and Thrawn, who were the breadwinners. Thrawn to still did the odd commission but was becoming a renowned art dealer, with your art being his main product.

Your family was big. Biologically you had 9 children on top of a handful of Skywalker who wanted to stay with Eli. Un'nee being one.

It was your anniversary, and Thrawn had booked a sex dungeon resort. Yes. A sex dungeon. An exotic resort with the purpose of being a place for couples to explore kinks.

It's been glorious, no kids, having left a begrudging Ar'alani and company to babysit, which meant the sex wasn't hurried.

Currently, Thrawn had tied you to a chair and was heartedly kissing your cowboy. Eli looked glorious his tan skin flushed, gorgeous dick standing at attention with a cockring at his base.

You whimpered at the sight straining wanting in on the action, only to jolt and whine into the gag as Thrawn pressed the remote springing to life the vibrator in your dripping cunt.

The blue bastard smirked at you, pulling away from Eli, who whimpered as he allowed Thrawn to gently pushing the younger man to his knees.

Eli eagerly engulfed the beautiful blue cock in his mouth which also had a cockring at its base. As the warmth of your cowboy's mouth took in your blueberry's cock the vibrator in your cunt stopped.

You whine only to whimper loudly as Thrawn reaches over, retrieving the device with gorgeous dexterous fingers and he lefts the vibrator to his lips. Tasting you.

"Mm. Exquisite as always" He pulls Eli off him who gasps and happily sucks the vibrator when it is offered. He moans as he tastes you and Thrawn looks very delighted watching him.

Eli's hands are tied behind his back but he looks happy to let Thrawn lead this room, one he had requested and wanted it to be the last room of the weekend.

Thrawn presses a kiss to Elis forehead before guiding him to kneel on the bed across from the table you're on.

"Keep it there." Thrawn instructs pressing the vibrator between Elis lips once more as glowing eyes turn to you roving your form.

Like a predator, Thrawn walks towards you, stroking his beautiful length as his eyes ravage your naked restrained form. He reaches out and runs cool blue fingers up your belly, stroking the stretchmarks left from 9 children. All beautiful like their fathers. But Eli claims that he sees you in all of them. Thrawn does to, and is mostly the reason you have that many. The man just loves you being pregnant and the knowledge that he and Eli did that arouses him.

He leans down, kissing you sloppily, not caring for grace, wanting you to taste yourself and Eli on his lips.

Eli moans as he watches you both eyes darkened with lust and desire for the two people he adores most.

The hand not holding the controller for the vibrator reaches down, and expert fingers slide through your folds and circle your clit barely pushing in.

You whimper, hips pushing up to meet those glorious fingers. Thrawn growls in warning delivering a quick slap to your pussy. It stings and burns pleasantly.

You moan loudly now that you are free from you gag and Thrawn smiles pleased. He deftly undoes the binds holding you to the table. "Be a good girl and remove my cockring."

You do as instructed watching as he exhales heavily before strong blue arms lift you up bringing your legs to rest around his hips as he lines up with your pussy before dropping you with practiced ease.

Your back arches as you hiss with pleasure. Thrawn moves still standing, giving Eli a good view of the show about to begin.

Slowly. Agonizingly slowly Thrawn begins to bounce you on his cocktail as you choke back sobs of pleasure clinging to his shoulders.

Eli settles back watching, sucking the toy still between his lips as Thrawn increases the speed with which he is fucking into you, roughly bouncing you on his glorious blue cock.

Suddenly, you're slammed onto the bed beside your human husband, your back arching as you gasp and whimper, insuprise from this show of surprising strength.

Thrawn takes a moment, wrapping an arm under your hips to tilt them at an angle, letting him hit that spot that has you keening.

You openly whimper and wreath in the Chiss' grasp as Eli watches hips jolting as he watches his husband and wife fuck like lothcats beside him.

Reaching out a hand to touch Eli the man shudders when he feels your hand on his need seemingly forgotten length. Eli thrusts into you hand with abandon moaning around the vibrator as he chases relief.

Thrawn drops the remote beside you, his hand joining yours on Eli's dick.

You feel it it as a sudden crescendo stiffening and shaking as you orgasm around Thrawns cock. The man stiffens as this pulls his from him spilling inside you. He gives you a quick kiss remaining inside and leans over, undoing the cockring on Eli's dick. He dips down and takes the dick of his husband into his mouth sucking noisily teasing the younger man's balls.

Eli throws his head back moans as he finally gets the relief of Cumming. Thrawn collects all the spill before returning to your lips and delivers Eli's salty goodness silently, ordering you to swallow it. You do so eagerly before finally relaxing from orgasmic bliss as both men move to snuggle beside you, holding each other tight.

Taglist: @thrawns-babygirl @al-astakbar @khapikat222

"Thank you, my loves," You whisper, drifting in the haze of sleepiness that comes from rough play.

Eli smiles, kissing your temple, and Thrawn kisses your hairline, placing a large blue hand on your belly. "And we you." He replies in that gorgeous voice tired.

You smile. Yes the three of you were no longer young, but times like these are truly worth cherishing.

A couple of months later and from the ensure you share with your husband's, "FOR MAKERS SAKE THRAWN!!!"

Eli doesn't even need to ask and gives the Chiss who looks far to pleased with himself a look. "You are in for it."

A/N: thank you for reading. I hope you all liked this. I have some more Chiss content as well as some other stuff planned for kinktober plz enjoy and keep an eye out. Happy Kinktober

[tamtam-go92]

Monday

Forest and Willow are expecting the newest addition to their already large family. After inheriting Forrest's family home and moving back to Mountainside Valley, he sadly hasn't been able to find a job - not until now! Willow is glad, Forest gets back to the office to bring the much-needed Simoleons home, but she's also afraid to be alone with three under three once their twins arrive.

Forest is off to his first day at work instantly, so it's up to Willow and the kids to greet some curious neighbors, that decided to give them a visit this afternoon. Willow loves being a mother and homemaker, and it never crossed her mind, she could be something else. Her oldest daughter Acacia seems to have picked up the role model of a traditional family her parents are presenting her, even if she's more materialistic as them. But Acacia also isn't interested in getting a steady job once she's old enough. She and her mother are thinking about starting a service dog breed, once Acacia's little siblings are all attending school.

After Forest's first day at work, he is ecstatically greeted by his youngest daughter Kamilah, and the active girl stays outside a bit to play a little on her own.

While Forest helps Acacia do her homework, taking care of three guests takes a toll on pregnant Willow, and she passes out in the kitchen. Mr. McCormick, himself a parent, instantly is at the place to take care of her. After Willow is put to bed, the guests excuse themselves and leave.

[zestyaahbutler]

Integra's Mom Lore Post

DISCLAIMER: suicide, mental illness, rape, and questionable dynamics, will all be present themes. 

Hellsing is a story about people that are never entirely good or people who make bad decisions. Nothing will be discussed in too much explicit detail. But read at your own discretion and I hope everyone enjoys Amulya. 

Amulya Hellsing is a twenty-two-year-old Indian woman who met Arthur Hellsing in 1973. She grew up in Mumbai and is the only child of a couple. She met Arthur while he was on a trip in the densely populated city. They would later be engaged shortly after her trip and she was brought back to England with him. They married after a year and she would get pregnant two years later. She gave birth to Integra in 1977 and later passed in 1980. 

Personality:

Amulya is a quiet young lady but when she is interacted with, people will find she is actually very opinionated and talkative. She can be seen as sassy and doesn’t hesitate to stand up against anyone that is addressing her flaws directly. She is sensitive when it is behind her back because she can’t do much about it. Even with her ability to retaliate, she is an incredibly sensitive girl that is prone to overthinking. She can come off as clingy but means well and wants the best for anyone she is attached to.

Looks:

Amilya is a 5 foot Indian woman. She has a slim body frame with more generous portions in her hips and backend while she is on the smaller side on top. Her skin is darker than Intera’s. She has big doe eyes that are innocent but can easily guilt someone into whatever she is playing for. Her eyes have more pigmentation on them which makes her have dark circles around them. Her smile makes her look a little cat-like. She boasts long black hair that hits right around mid booty. It is very curly and well-kept. Her bangs are long and aren’t styled in any particular manner. Her bangs cover the bindi she will occasionally wear unless she pushes them out of the way. She experiments with a wide range of hairstyles but will stick with just keeping it down if she is at home. Her style ranges from 70s Western fashion, Bollywood type of outfits, to saris depending on her mood. She loves jewelry and is drawn to elaborate earrings and interestingly patterned clothes. 

Story and Background:

Amulya grew up in a conservative family which practiced Hinduism. Being the only daughter, she was being raised to become a homemaker. When she was 13, she was kidnapped by an older man who wanted her as her bride. She was kept isolated for a year while he assaulted her and tried to get her to share his perverted delusions. As a way of survival, she pretended to be in love with him. With this, she was able to leave the house one day to go to the market by herself. She took this as a chance to find her way back home. She arrived home to see her parents, completely relieved to have survived such an event. Instead of much of any sentiment, her parents almost completely rejected her. Her story to them was heartbreaking but it meant she was damaged and unable to marry. She would still live with them but their relationship was strained. They barely acknowledged her besides helping them provide for the household and with chores. As any young girl, she made friends growing up but still never let go of that feeling of being unwanted or loneliness. She secretly was always yearning for some chance to be better for herself and to make her parents proud. Whenever she was 22 she had a chance meeting with Arthur Hellsing when he was on a trip in the city she lived in. She was out shopping for herself and he started to chat her up. 

His original advances were rejected by Amulya. She didn’t take his flirtations seriously. It wasn’t till a few other meetings during his time there that she began to warm up to him. She became enamored by his accent, humor, and eccentric personality. He was unlike anyone she had met. He made attempts to woo her further with expensive gifts which she tried to push back on. It was an overwhelming set of advances. This was on dates where they began to spend more and more time together. By the end of his trip, he popped the question to her as he would be sad to not see her anymore and hoped she felt the same. Without thinking much about it and considering her own feelings, she agreed to the arrangement. Amulya was able to tell her parents about the news. They were put off by their daughter running off with an older man till Arthur offered to pay them off for the troubles. With that she was off to England for a new start in life. 

Her engagement to Arthur was short, lasting 6 months till they later married after she was brought back to England. Everyone in the organization and people affiliated with Arthur were all equally surprised by his sudden commitment. 

Amulya wore a traditional wedding Sari with numerous kinds of gold jewelry. The ceremony was a mix of western tradition with Indian ones. Arthur planned the wedding closely with her. This even meant ever so slightly pressuring Pennwood into supplying some extra funds for the event for his dear old friend. Amulya’s family would not be present at the wedding.

Amulya was given no exact knowledge of what Hellsing truly was. It was a few years after Alucard had been sealed. To her knowledge, it was just an extra special military branch. Arthur did his best to shield her from knowledge of the supernatural out of not wanting her to worry and partly wanting to have a normal domestic marriage. 

Moving to England felt like a dream but the rose tinted glasses would fade. Not that she wasn’t ecstatic, she was but it brought a new kind of loneliness. She had no family or friends. She only had her husband to support her emotional needs. While she wanted to go to school, Arthur offered her a private tutor which only fostered that loneliness and isolation. Having a whole new culture to assimilate added new stress. She was judged for both her age and race. Almost anyone she was exposed to was an aristocratic British person. Comments made about her or Arthur behind her back often ate away at her.

Her servant was even switched by Arthur to Walter after a debacle with her last attendant which she never knew much about. Walter tended to her as best he could while he had his own work. If Amulya was bored or wanted someone to talk to, she would go to chat up the maids or pester him in his office. She was tenacious with the man and tested him during their conversations. Part of her wanted to see how genuine the butler persona was while she also just wanted to have fun. From asking him which color earrings she should wear and debate as to why, or pulling him out to have tea with her in random parts of the day, she made sure to push how much he could deal with her. While he did put up a polite front, it cracked if she pressed hard enough. Eventually he came to not mind her and even enjoy her personality more as time went on. He never reported to Arthur about Amulya pestering him during work as time went on.

Amulya took up many hobbies to pass the time. She read often about anything she could get her hands on. Her favorite was botany which made her take up gardening. Her and Walter had a routine of spending time there. This caused mindless conversations between them. Without realizing what he had implied, Walter mentioned his time as a child soldier. Amulya became sympathetic and concerned that Arthur had sent Walter out in a military mission at 14. Suspicion started to arise and it caused an argument between her and Arthur. Walter got to hear Arthur scold him about slipping up around her. 

Walter misconstrued the young lady’s concern as pity but this was cleared up later after a late evening conversation. While he didn’t disclose much about the organization, he became more and more personable with Amulya. Amulya did the same. She often discussed her mental state with him and daily stressors as it was somehow easier. More complex feelings would arise in the butler unbeknownst to her.

Amulya suspicions added as Arthur went on numerous nightly trips because of mission related purposes which he could never exactly tell her was for. 

Amulya would get pregnant with Integra two years later in 1976. Her pregnancy was very healthy. However, near the final trimester, Arthur decided to spring it up on her that Integra would become the successor in the Hellsing family. He also explained what Hellsing was, that the paranormal was real, and the vampire they have in the basement. Amulya did not take this wel in the slightest. Her world had turned itself inside out at this. She felt a mix of betrayal and fear. She wondered what kind of world Integra would be brought into. What world had she been in? Arthur and Walter both felt the full brunt of her displeasement. She warmed up to it slightly when Integra was born in 1977. Integra’s birth brought even more difficulties to Amulya’s overall health. She experienced postpartum depression. She was exhausted from giving birth and her mental state had never been the best. She had to get a ton of help from nannies, maids, and Walter with helping the care of Integra. There would be many times that she felt she couldn’t hold Integra just because she was too scared to. She had numerous intrusive thoughts of wanting to hurt herself or strangle Integra. The fear of this ever actually happening made it incredibly hard to connect with her. She adored Integra, feared her, and worried for her. She became more reliant on Walter as Arthur became busier with work. Arthur did pay attention to Integra but heavily relied on people he employed to help Amulya. 

Over the next two years, Amulya would get better with caring for Integra on her own. Walter helping with Integra and assisting Amulya while she was emotionally vulnerable made her more attached to him. While she was getting better, she was still prone to depressive episodes and even attempting suicide. 

While in an emotionally vulnerable state, she came onto Walter to somehow get any kind of support. Walter rejected her advances in respect for her not being all the way there at the moment and for her marital status.

Whenever Integra was three, she seemed to be fairly normal for a long time. But she was in the process of planning on a definite way to take her own life. She slit her wrists in a bathtub and died on December 17th, 1980. 

Mental Health Comments:

Amulya was always a fragile woman. While she was incredibly strong in certain situations, her past and emotional vulnerability always ate away at her. There was always that feeling of being weak and being considered damaged goods. Her reason for suicide was feeling trapped almost. She even had thoughts of taking Integra and just leaving. But she loves Arthur deeply and wouldn’t do that. She was worried that even if she was there for Integra, that she would be more of a burden and even hurt her more. 

Her mental health was dealable until Arthur decided to unleash nonhuman horror beyond her comprehension. 

Her death was the way to explain why she isn’t brought up. I don’t think Integra would know how her mother died, just that she was extremely sick. 

Arthur Stuff:

Arthur and her dynamic is sweet. They both truly do love each other. Whenever he was planning their wedding, he wanted her to incorporate her culture as long as she was comfortable. He never forced her into acting a certain way. He also always encouraged her to wear whatever she was comfortable with. While he was understanding, he never got the full understanding of how other people aside from him could make her feel. 

Inspiration:

Stories Featuring Amulya:

Amulya’s life as a young girl is inspired by an Indian novel called ‘Pinjar’ or Skeleton by Amrita Pritam. It’s about a young girl who is abducted by an older man. Ending she does end up marrying and living with her rapist. 

More Info On Her:

Amulya and Walter

Those That Grow in Their Place

Amulya Hellsing Artwork:

Initial Concept

Just me Talking:

Doodles

Her and Integra

If you guys have any further questions about her, I’d be happy to go more in-depth. I just wanted to give a quick rundown. It doesn’t go into the full psychology and emotions along with it because I would rather people ask questions. My inbox is always open and I don’t bite. :D

I would also like to deeply thank everyone who liked and reblogged my first post on her. It made my heart melt to find out people were interested in her. She is a ton of fun to think about and develop. She is a tragic character but I hope people like her nonetheless. She is very cute when she isn’t suffering! 

[jerzwriter]

Meet Caseys Mono~Poly Mom: Rose D'Allesandro

Those who read my Tobias x Casey HC may be familiar with Casey's parents, Rose and David. Please note that their characters and their history will be quite different here.

Name: Rose Angelica D'Alessandro

Hometown: Philadelphia, PA

Age: 57 upon her introduction in Chapter 5

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Relationship Status: Single but in a long-term relationship

Occupation: Writer, Editor

Faceclaim: Diane Lane

Personality traits: Kind, loyal, devoted mother. Driven, strong-willed, determined. Open-minded, welcoming. Independent, creative.

Other facts:

Rose was raised in a strict, traditional Italian-American Roman Catholic family. While she identifies with the close-knit bonds and loyalty of her family, she doesn't always agree with their values.

She dated a famous rockstar in her late teens/early 20s (to her family's chagrin).

At 25, she eloped and married Casey's father, David. Her family did not approve of David because he wasn't Catholic, and the elopement put a strain on their relationship. But when Rose became pregnant with Casey, they made amends.

She was a homemaker when Casey was young but began working odd jobs when she and David separated when Casey was still a child. It was Casey who encouraged her mother to return to pursuing her dream of becoming a writer. While Rose had moderate success there, she ended up with a lucrative position as an editor with a major publishing company.

After a difficult divorce, she vowed never to marry again, and at 57, she seems to be keeping true to that. She has a long-term partner but no plans on marrying.

She is very close with Casey, though sometimes they clash. Casey is resentful over how the divorce and aftermath impacted her as a child, but she and her mother worked that out.

Rose is open-minded now, but sometimes, it takes her time to warm up. When Casey told her she was bisexual during her college years, Rose needed a short time to understand/adjust, but once she did, she became one of her daughter's strongest advocates.

Rose remains in Philadelphia but makes frequent trips to Boston to see Casey, and Casey also visits home often.

She is a phenomenal cook and enjoys theater and photography.

While Rose is still in touch with her family, Casey has cut most of them off due to their opposing beliefs.

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Ahdkagdj I went crazy when I saw the cucking thing I’m 😭😭😭 I can’t conceive of a world in which I’m with Diluc alone bc I feel like he wants a barefoot and pregnant wife and I Cannot be that for him BUT him and Kaeya together?? and I always imagined being the girl their age training to be a servant at the winery! always going to Diluc for protection when Kaeya picks on you as kids (resulting in them fighting which is always fun to watch :D). ending up with Kaeya bc Diluc is so reserved and would never confess to you. and then Kaeya so graciously offering to share you with Diluc bc he’s such a good and loving brother and partner, so why wouldn’t he offer to let Diluc take care of you when he’s on missions and stuff, ya know? and ofc Diluc can’t say no bc he loves you too… I just.. their dynamic has always been so appealing to me they make me sick

yes! i see diluc as the more traditional type to want a wife to homemake and a bunch of kids, which is definitely not for me. if he did confess, he would probably give up that dream for you, but would you want him to give up the family he has always yearned for? (oh angsty ideas incoming… i could write something devastating.)

i’ve maintained from the beginning that i would love to be between the two brothers; i don’t care how toxic or fucked up it is! given their tumultuous relationship, competition is laced into everything they do—that’s what i’m exploring in the servent reader au. are they actually interested in you, or are they interested in simply being the “victor”? not to say that it’s impossible for them to share; it would just take the perfect set of circumstances, like what you mentioned!

granted, i still don’t know much about their past together and their falling out. i know that diluc—as the only blood heir to the ragnvindr estate—inherited the family home and winery, etc. while it could be more of a burden than a gift, i like to interpret it as diluc gaining everything and kaeya gaining nothing. but kaeya works hard and eventually he finds you. diluc wants you, maybe, but he can’t have you. to call it a “win” isn’t right because kaeya loves you, truly. of course, it doesn’t hurt that he knows his brother seethes with jealousy when he sees you two together… the cucking ensues. perhaps it will go beyond that, or perhaps not :-)