#i like him a normal amoun

[teamfortraven]

im so tired

but hwat if!!! what if!

love this mn so much so dearly he would absolutely stop to chec k his email or something on his phone while his lee is recoverin gand they try to geta way and he just wraps his arms around their waist and pulls them bafk like "and where do you think YOU'RE going?"

[daenysx]

Hi love!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day, could i possibly request a sirius x fem reader where reader just had an unbelievably long day at work (im projecting uni is kicking my behind) and she comes home so worn out and extra clingy cause she needs extra love and attention from sirius and of course our pretty boy is more than happy to oblige? thank you <333

this is so relatable, thank you for requesting angel, i hope you enjoy!

sirius black x fem!reader, fluff

sirius is trying to watch a film while he waits for you at home.

well, he's trying but he's not very good at focusing on the plot today. he keeps thinking of your voice, your sad and tired tone, your fake words to convince him that you're doing okay and he doesn't need to come get you from work. he keeps staring at the screen of his laptop just to make minutes go faster, his eyes are empty when his mind is full of you.

the sound of your keys unlocking the door makes him jumpy a little, he leaves the laptop on the couch to see you. your bag hangs from your shoulder, your eyes look puffy from what he can see, you don't look steady enough to move one more step. sirius frowns but he's quick to take your bag as you kick your shoes.

"welcome back, lovely." he says, quietly. you give him a worn out smile, sirius helps you with your jacket before he takes you in his arms. your hold isn't nearly as strong as his but you still hug him. he realizes you are almost ready to melt into his arms but you need a little time to do that. he brushes a quick kiss on your hair before he can see your face better.

his warm fingers push your hair back. "are you okay?"

you nod, giving him another smile. "better."

sirius supports you gently to go to the bedroom. you sit on bed as he brings you some comfy clothes. the way your eyes seem so blurry breaks his heart, he wants your spark back. he kneels in front of you and holds your hands, a kiss for each knuckle.

"can i help you change?"

you squeeze his hands. "i want to take a shower first, i think. i feel so messy like this."

he nods, stands up from his spot. "do you want me to come with you?" normally he'd ask the question teasingly, he'd smirk until you go mad but this time he's being cautious.

you nod, shyly. "but i don't think i can stay on my feet for too long."

"i'll hold you." he says. "i'll wash your hair and rub your back a bit under hot water, yeah? how does it sound, gorgeous?"

you smile and pull his face towards yourself with the last piece of strength you have. you kiss him for how sweet he's being, he wants to kiss you longer but you don't feel good enough and he knows.

sirius practically carries you to the shower, he helps you out of your clothes to get you under the hot water. he gets in with you, you lean into his chest as he holds you from your waist, his fingers are drawing circles on your skin. you make a sound that melts his heart, your muscles finally get to relax. sirius holds the back of your head to press your face on his neck. you kiss him and close your eyes, the water takes away all the stress you have from your tough day.

you think you'll fall asleep on your feet, leaning against sirius. he washes your hair and his long fingers rubbing your scalp feels perfect. he rinses the shampoo slowly, massages your shoulders with the rest of the bubbles. he cups your cheeks to see your eyes, finds them unfocused and sleepy. "come on, you lovely thing. you have to wait until we go to bed to sleep, yeah? i'll finish in a minute."

you hum, your head falls on his shoulder as you hold onto him like a koala. "i love you so much."

sirius's laugh echoes in the bathroom. "i know, baby." he says. "i love you, too. just keep your eyes open for me."

you nod, trying to do as he says. he finishes quickly just like he promises and you are out of the shower. you don't even have to move a muscle, sirius does everything for you. he doesn't say anything until he gets you nice and comfy, you feel like your heart will explode out of the amount of love you have for him.

you feel a lot better after a warm shower, you decide, the minutes spent under water clean you up in every way. you can feel the thoughts in your brain still exhaust you, but you can't have everything you want at the same time. for now, being physically clean helps a lot.

you change into the clothes sirius picked for you, one of his t-shirts and one of your little shorts. water drips from your hair and you try to use the towel to keep it a little dry. you sigh when your muscles stretch in a comforting but disturbing way.

sirius comes next to you after he finishes getting dressed himself, he stays behind as he takes the towel from your hands. he gently gathers all your hair in his hand and kisses your neck lovingly. you close your eyes, his lips feel like heaven on your skin. tilting your head back, you lean into him until he gives your another kiss.

"my poor baby." he whispers. you hum, needy for every touch. "let's brush your hair."

he does as he says, his fingers move to untangle your hair. he uses the comb after applying some oil you like, and you feel good enough to turn around when he finishes. he leaves the comb on your nightstand, his arms holding you immediately. you bury your face to his neck, the mixed smell of your shampoo and his cologne fill your senses.

"do you wanna go to bed?" he asks. "or maybe the couch?"

"the bed please." you say. he is quick to lift the covers to help you lay in bed. you can cry when you feel soft mattress under your tired body, a sound leaves your lips when you try to get comfortable.

"are you hungry, sweetheart?" sirius asks.

you shake your head. "i don't feel like eating, siri."

sirius hums, he knows he shouldn't force you. he plans a full breakfast for the morning quickly in his mind. "what about some tea, baby? the one you like that smells like berries?"

you think this option for a second, but even though the thought of a hot cup of tea sounds perfect, you don't feel good enough to sit and drink something. you extend a hand to him, he sits next to you on bed, careful eyes watching your every expression.

"maybe later." you say, a smile forming on your lips to convince him you're okay. "won't you come closer?"

sirius places himself gently in bed, right next to you. he is holding you instantly and you wrap yourself around him. his one hand starts rub your shoulder blades, and the other one goes to your hair. he kisses your head, and once more until he loses a breath.

there are voices in your head, they've been there the entire day. you were begging for some silence at some point when you called sirius but controlling your mind is not so easy. you just bury yourself closer to him like you're hiding from the world and he keeps you there. a slow teardrop falls on his neck from your eyes, your lips form a soft pout.

then the voices stop.

because now there's him talking and only him. his beautiful voice reaches your ears and you calm down easily. "it's okay." he says, his fingers are kind in your hair. "my baby's just tired, but you'll feel better. we'll stay in bed until you feel like yourself again, okay?"

you nod automatically, your lips pressed on his neck but not quite kissing. he kisses you instead, covers your forehead with fond brushes of his lips. "let's try to get some sleep, sweetheart." his voice is low. "close your eyes, pretty girl."

"sirius?"

"hmm?"

"thank you." you whisper before breathing him in and closing your eyes for sleep.

"you are so lovely, do you know that?" he blinks, tightens his arms around you. "no need for that, i'm just trying to take care of my girl."

[barbieneptune]

this is how i feel coming on tumblr and seeing people talk about byakuya like oh hey. (eye twitch). i like him a Normal Amoun😊t. Btw.

[whooambouttamakeanameformyself]

Love at first sight.

Pairing: Dr. Alexei x GN! Reader.

(Side note I've given him a last name since Stranger Things didn't and I think he deserves one.)

Request?: Nope! Just me wanting to write about a cute character :)

Warnings: fluff, cursing.

Summary: the reader is friends with Murray (you can decide why) and they decided to visit on the day that Joyce and Hopper decide to take a certain Russian man to him. Alexei sees you and is immediately smitten with you. Everything about you reminded him of descriptions of angels he'd heard as a child. Every time he saw you he tried to flirt with you (which didn't work so well as you didn't understand much Russian and he only understood a few English words.)

( Russian will be in itallics)

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You were sat in your car outside of Murray's warehouse wondering what events in your life lead you to being friends with such a recluse like Murray. You were so deep in thought you hadn't even noticed the other vehicle parked outside of the warehouse. You eventually talked yourself into going inside, opting to use the key Murray had given you to let yourself in instead of bothering him by knocking. Murray had given you the key a few years back when you were having issues with a neighbor. You'd only used the key when you were to afraid to go home and he didn't mind (that's why he gave you the damn key in the first place) Thankfully the neighbor moved away and you hadn't used the key since.

You walked into the bunker, calling out to Murray to announce your presence. "Hey, Murray! It's just Y/N! Don't shoot me!" You half joked knowing he was very quick to reach for his gun at every little noise. (You looked down the barrel of his gun many times and every time you questioned your friendship even more).

Murray poked his head around a corner, giving you an odd look "Now isn't a good time Y/N, maybe you should-" he didn't get to finish what he was saying before Joyce appeared behind him, a soft smile on her face "Y/N! I'm glad you're here! Maybe you can help calm Jim down a little"

You didn't have time to respond before she grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the livingroom where Hopper was sitting with another man. Hopper looked up at you and seemed to relax a little "good, someone normal." That made you roll your eyes "You're not exactly normal yourself there Jim" Your little quip made Murray chuckle as he sat back down. You sat down next to Joyce and then you noticed the man sitting near Murray. He was staring at you from behind his wire framed glasses, his gaze nearly burning a hole into you. He held his stare for a few more seconds before turning to Murray

"Who is that?" He asked causing Murray to smile, immediately picking up on his tone "That's Y/N, one of my friends" He answered. The man looked back to you, watching as Hopper explained the events leading up to the three coming to Murray for help.

You talked with Hopper and Joyce for a while before they began to argue again, moving out into the hallway for more privacy. Murray let out an exasperated as he stood up from his chair "I'm going to need a drink if I'm going to have to listen to this, you want a drink Y/N?" You nodded "please, a very strong one."

As soon as Murray had left the room the man cleared his throat before attempting to speak to you "hello"

"Hello" you responded with a smile, using the same word he'd used to greet you. (You understood a bit of Russian thanks to Murray but only a few useful sentences for now.)

The man seemed shocked and thankful you understood him, giving you a smile he attempted to talk to you again "so you are a friend of Murray's?"

You moved over to sit next to him, not being able to hear him very well over the arguing "I am sorry, I only know a little Russian." You told him with a sheepish smile. He let out a chuckle, his smile lighting up his whole face "that's okay, I don't know much English." He seemed so happy even though he was handcuffed and had most likely been dealing with Joyce and Hopper for a good amount of time. Just then Murray came back in carrying two large glasses full of a clear liquid that you knew very well to be vodka. He handed you a glass before returning to his chair "Still arguing? I think this is their longest one yet" He joked, taking a sip from his cup. He sounded as if he'd already had a cup or two before coming back in. "Alexei, have you introduced yourself yet? Or would you like me to?" He asked the man who was quick to respond with some very fast Russian. Murray looked to you "Y/N, this is Alexei Morozov, he's a Russian scientist" He gestured to the man sitting beside you. You looked at the man you now know as Alexei, introducing yourself slowly "Y/N L/N"

Alexei listened to how you said your name, softly muttering your name over and over, making sure it's imprinted in his mind.

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The next time you saw Alexei he was sitting in front of the TV watching Looney Tunes, his eyes glued to the screen. You were talking quietly with Murray about Joyce and Hopper's relationship or lack there of when you heard a cheerful voice call your name "Y/N! ангел!" and you turned to see Alexei smiling at you joyfully. You returned the smile "Hello Alexei" you were surprised he remembered your name but confused because you didn't know the word he used with it. He didn't have the handcuffs on so he was able to move freely which made you happy.

Murray gave Alexei a look "ангел? You are lucky they don't understand what you're saying" he seemed to tease the poor Russian. Alexei's smile dropped slightly but not completely "But why? They are very nice, should I stop using words like that?" He wondered if that word was considered a bad word in English, beginning to worry that he'd said something that might offend you. Murray shook his head "No, but you should be careful with what you say to them, they may actually understand one day."

Though Alexei was sure the word wasn't bad he didn't let Murray's warning deter him. He continued to use that word every time he spoke to you, confusing you even more as no matter how much Russian you learned from Murray that word was one you never could translate. Even as Alexei learned more English he still used that word when talking to you or about you.

One day you decided to ask Murray about it, waiting until Alexei was watching Looney Tunes before pulling Murray aside "Murray, what is that word Alexei is always using?" You ask in a whisper. "ангел? It means angel, sort of a nickname or a term of endearment."

Everything made sense now... why he was always happy to see you, asking Murray about you, the way he acted around you... it all made sense. He liked you.

A deep blush spread across your cheeks as you quickly covered your face "Oh my god... I'm a fucking idiot"

"Yeah, but hey, you finally got it so it's not all bad." Murray said, letting out a chuckle as he grabbed his keys "I've got to go get some things, can you keep an eye on our Russian friend while I'm gone?" You knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew you knew. He left with a big grin on his face, leaving you alone with Alexei.

You walked into the livingroom and sat down next to Alexei "What are you watching now?" You asked trying to hide the fact that you were nervous. He just shrugged "I'm not sure, can you read it for me?" You let out a chuckle and turned your attention to the TV, watching the little animated characters on the screen "The Flintstones."

He nodded "thank you angel" he gave you a bright smile which you returned happily "Oh, I've been meaning to ask you, why do you call me angel?"

His happy demeanor reverted back to the shy demeanor he had when they first met, he tried to explain but he couldn't find the words, all he could utter out was a meek "I'm sorry"

You shake your head, putting a hand on his "No, No, I'm not mad! I was just curious" you gave him a reassuring smile but he still felt like he'd done something wrong.

He took your hand in his, taking note of how small your hands were in comparison (he loved everything about you but your small hands were one of his favorites.)

"I think I'm in love with you, Y/N. Ever since the day we met I never wanted to leave your side." His hands were shaking as he admitted something he'd been holding in for months, something that had been eating away at him since Murray was the only person he'd ever told about his feelings toward you.

Your heart fluttered, your cheeks heating up quickly "I'm glad you feel the same way.." you pulled him into a tight hug that he returned immediately, letting out a sigh of relief.

(This one wasn't as great as my other ones but I wanted to post something soft)

[arctickat2400]

Unconditionally <> Ben Barnes

I ended up writing this one randomly on a whim. Start this morning before class and finished afterwards. I've been more into writing these days. I think Ben Barnes is my new muse 🥰🖤 Would love to hear some Ben Barnes ideas, Prince Caspian, Billy Russo, whatever. Hope y'all enjoy!

Exercising has become a big part of your life lately. Ever since you started dating Ben, your mind has always told you, Work out, eat less, be skinny. And that’s what you’ve been doing. Whenever you eat with Ben, you’ll eat the right amount so he doesn’t suspect anything odd. You’ll work out every morning or night for quite a while. When you’re not around Ben, when he’s working and you’re alone, you’ll either eat less or not at all.

Your mind likes to play tricks on you and makes you think that you’d actually be worthy of Ben if you were skinny, if you looked like all the other women he’s dated in the past. You have been living together for quite a few months now, and when you told him you wanted to convert the extra room into a gym, he became a bit suspicious of your intentions. You’d told him that you just wanted to keep yourself healthy, that you wanted to get into better shape. Although he didn’t really believe your said intentions, he agreed and you both went out to buy equipment to create a home gym. He knew you were rarely comfortable going to work out at a public gym, so it was easier for him to agree.

However, before leaving to buy for the gym, Ben had pulled you back inside the house gently, turning you towards him. “You know you’re beautiful, right? You don’t need to change who you are for me to love you,” He told you, and you’d said you only believed him because you trust his judgment. You’d said it to sound like a joke, but, in reality, it really wasn’t. Your head overpowered your heart and told you not to believe him, that it wasn’t true despite the fact that he would never lie to you. You knew that.

Once the gym was set up, you started working out every day, whether morning or night. And after each day, the workout would become more intense, more extensive. This lead you to eating even less, your mind convincing your heart that for him to love you, you need to change.

“I’ll be back before dinner tonight, alright? Maybe we can stop by that diner you love,” Ben suggested, pressing a goodbye kiss on your forehead. He’s been worried about you. Although you’ve been trying to hide your odd behavior, it never passed by him. He’s been noticing different things as each day passed. He saw changes in your body, changes in your mood, and overall appearance. Things he didn’t think needed to be changed or things he didn’t want you to change about yourself. He’s seen you become a bit more depressed than usual, your anxiety has peaked, and it seems like it’s harder for him to help these days like he used to. He loves you more than anyone or anything, and your appearance wouldn’t change that, no matter what. He’s told you this many times before, but he can tell there’s something about you that doesn’t believe him.

“Okay, have a good day at work. Can’t wait to hear all about it,” You smiled at him from the couch, somewhat of a forced smile. You work from home, writing stories and editing your photography, sometimes venturing outside to take some photography depending on the day or how you’re feeling.

Ben held your hand in his, and you could see the worry in his eyes, and you could feel the hesitation in his touch as it took him a few seconds to let your hand go after pressing one last goodbye kiss on your lips before leaving for work.

Once he did, most of your day was busy writing a story for your boss, editing photography, and writing articles to go along with them. This made you forget to eat, and before you knew it, it was your usual time to work out. So you went to get changed and headed upstairs to your home gym after filling your water bottle.

As always, you would do your normal strength and cardio exercises, possibly each week raising the amount of pounds on the equipment. Today, though, on the treadmill, seemed especially effortful. Your first bout of running created sharp pains in your sides, made your head pound, and made your legs weak. You walked for a bit after that, hoping that the pain would go away. Once it did, you started running again, but not even a half a minute later, you began to see spots and your vision blurred. Your breath was shallow, making it especially hard to breath. You were barely able to get your hand up to lower the speed when you completely blacked out.

* * *

Walking through the door, locking it behind him, Ben makes his way to the living room. “Hey, baby. I’m home. You ready to go to dinner?” He asks, although to no one once realizes the living room where he’d usually find you was empty. He saw your laptop still on, finding a concerning tab open: How to Lose Weight Fast. Confused, he yelled out for you once more.

“Y/N!” He shouted through the house, hearing nothing in return. No footsteps, no voices, nothing. Ben walks through the house with no you in sight. He thought maybe you’d be taking a nap or watching something in the bedroom. But, you weren’t there. Your car was in the driveway, and he knew you wouldn’t have gone out without telling him.

Ben finally made his way to the home gym, knowing that’s where you had to be. “Baby, I’m home. I think we should ta-” Ben couldn’t even finish his statement before he saw you lying unconscious on the ground by the treadmill, your cheek scratched up and bleeding.

“Y/N!” Ben held no hesitation as he rushed towards you. “Y/N, baby, can you hear me? Oh my g-” He didn’t let himself finish as he picked you up in his arms, running you downstairs and out to the garage, placing you gently but quickly into his car and rushing you to the hospital. Ben knew something like this was bound to happen. He hated himself for letting it go on this long, letting it get to this point. He should have helped you, talked to you at least. You shouldn’t be feeling the way you’ve been feeling, but you have been because he didn’t talk to you. He wasn’t there enough to keep you company, make sure you eat and stay hydrated and make sure you’re taking care of yourself. He should have done something sooner.

* * *

You couldn’t see. Everything was still black. But, you knew you were concious. You could hear the ringing in your ears, you could smell the odd air entering your nose to help you breathe, you could feel the tubes attached to you and the hand in yours.

Ben was sitting in a chair beside your bed, holding your hand, his mind somewhere else, somewhere it shoudn’t be. He blames himself for what happened to you despite it not being his fault at all. The doctors said you were malnourished and dehydrated. You hadn’t been eating enough or drinking enough fluids and your body was shutting down. Ben knew you looked different for the past few weeks - your bones becoming more pronounced, your skin becoming more pale, he could even see the weakness throughout the way you moved and the exhaustion in the way you spoke.

Ben stared down at your hand, tracing his thumb across your knuckles, thinking of everything he could have done to avoid everything. You’ve been in the hospital, unconcious, for a week. The doctors have been rehydrating you with fluids, replacing the bag every few hours. Ben never left your side. He had to be there the moment you wake up. One of your nurses would bring him some food whenever she would come to replace your fluids. However, he would rarely eat what she brought, too sick to his stomach at the thought of the love of his life in so much pain and how she tried to hide it all from him.

Just then, his was pulled from his thoughts when he felt your hand move in his. He looked up and saw your eyes were open, already looking at him. Despite your pale skin and rattleboned face, he still thought you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

Ben felt tears in his eyes knowing you were finally awake. He brought his free hand to his mouth, trying to hold back his sobs, trying to be strong for you.

“Hey, baby,” Ben smiled a happy, though watery smile your way. You wanted to say something, anything, but you couldn’t find your voice. He could tell you were having troubles. “It’s okay, love. You’re okay,” You’ve never seen him so emotional. What have you done? You thought to yourself. It was your fault you were in this mess and you felt like by breaking yourself, you were breaking him too.

Ben stood up, placing both hands on either of your cheeks, leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss on your forehead before connecting his to yours. Although you were still weak, you were able to lift your hand to place on his arm, wanting to hold him, give him the comfort he needed. Everything that was happening, it was hard on you both. It was hard on him to see you this way.

Both of your eyes were closed as you felt a tear drop onto your cheek. He held your hand in his, then, holding it to his chest. You could feel his heart beat, beating faster than it should. You hated yourself for what you’ve made him go through. He sat on the side of your bed, never letting go of your hand.

“Sweetheart, what happened? What’s going on inside of that head of yours?” Although his voice was soft, it was also firm and your sensitivity got the best of you. Tears started cascading down your cheeks. Ben placed his hand on your cheek, attempting to rid away the oncoming tears.

“I’m so sorry,” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “I just wanted to be better for you, look better. I’m not skinny like the other women you’ve dated and I hate it. I’m not good enough for you and I just wanted to change for you. But, it only hurt us both in the process.” You finished.

“Baby girl,” Voice soft and comforting, he leaned down, wrapping his arms around you in a tight but gentle embrace. Your hard fall off the treadmill had bruised your ribs just a bit. He held you as you went limp in his strong arms. He ran his fingers through your hair, letting you cry out for as long as you needed to. Once he had realized your calming state, he pulled away just barely, brushing his thumb across your cheek, staring intently into your eyes. He laid you back so you could relax, not missing the wince of pain.

“Y/N, darling, listen to me very carefully. You have nothing to be sorry for. I saw your struggles and I should have done something about it sooner,” You tried to interrupt him, to state that it wasn’t his fault, but he placed his thumb over your lips, brushing his thumb gently across. “Please, love, don’t say anything. You, darling, are so beautiful. I hate that you thought you needed to change. But you don’t. I love you just the way you are. You don’t need to be like the other’s. If I wanted to be with someone like that, I would. But, I’m not. I’m with you and I refuse to have it any other way. I want you and only you. I want to take care of you and love you so much that you will never have any bad thoughts in your mind again telling you that you are anything short of magnificent. I love you for you. Not for your looks, but for your kindness and your comfort and your heart. There is no one I’d rather spend the rest of my life with than you, my love.”

Just then, Ben stood up and your eyes never left his as you followed his movements, his hand guiding into his pocket to take something out. “I want to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how absolutely breath taking and marvelous you are to me,” Luckily he’s tall because he knelt down on one knee, opening a small box with the most striking ring inside. “Y/N, will you allow me the pleasure of making you my wife and marrying me?” Tears once again streamed down your face as your lips mirrored Ben’s most hopeful smile. You nodded, slow and then gradually faster.

“Yeah?” Ben smiled bigger, although it almost seemed impossible to do so. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you,” You cried out as you held out your arms, gesturing for him to come closer. He did and, taking your face in his hands, he pressed his lips to yours in the most passionate, most breath taking kiss you’ve ever experienced, something you were happy excited to experience for the rest of your life.

Coming up for air, “Baby, you will never have to change for me. I would never ask you to because I don’t want you to. If you want to change for yourself, then okay. I will help you to do so in a healthy manner. But, darling, you have nothing to change. You are so beautiful in every single way and there is not a single that I would want to change about you. I love you so much, Y/N,” Ben declared, his forehead against yours, your face in his hands, his face in yours.

“I love you, Ben. I promise, I’ll do better. Although, I don’t think I’ll have any problems with you taking care of me,” That allowed for a laugh from both of you. “Very true,” he responded.

After that, Ben never let a bad thought of yours pass him by without doing something about it. Compliments each and every day, comforting you when you were having a bad day. He made sure you ate enough everyday in order to get your strength back. He took care of you and made sure you knew how loved by him you were: irreversably and unconditionally.

[myundeadgayson]

Last Life Assassins AU: The Fairy Queen

(AKA: Lizzie)

Current Organization: The Fairy Alliance

Occupation: Leader

Status: Active

Known Family: Jimmy Solidarity (Younger Brother), Joel Smallishbeans (Spouse)

Brief History: Lizzie has been inactive in the business for about three years. After cutting all contact with her allies and trying to live a “normal life”, she’s suddenly back. She’s gathered up her allies once again and revived the Fairy Alliance in a new city. Now she’s hoping to pull off a somewhat anti-assassin organization and protection agency. (But that doesn’t mean that her hands will stay clean.)  

(In my last post for this AU, I covered all the organizations and non-organizations. Now I’d like to take a moment and focus on Lizzie because I figured it’d be fun to explore her character more.

So if you’d like to read more about her story, please do!) TWs: Mentions of blood and death

  Background:

 Lizzie’s been in the business for quite some time. If she had to guess, she probably started in her early 20s. It wasn’t her initial plan. If anything, it was never the plan at all. She didn’t start off with the whole “killing people thing”, but it just sort of happened?

 It started at some point during her college years. She was getting used to living on her own. Somehow, she met someone involved in some shady business and got involved without really knowing what she was getting into. Since she was getting paid, she didn’t really mind so much.  Before long, she was learning how to throw knives like a pro. Using weapons became a hobby. She didn’t exactly know when the lines blurred from protecting people to killing them, but it was a bit scary how natural the progression was.

 Everything is a bit of a blur to her now. She doesn’t really mind it seeing as that’s less memories (and less nightmares) to worry about.  What she does remember was leaving and how difficult it was to avoid falling back in.

 About a year before leaving the life, she’d formed the Fairy Alliance. She’d invited only her most trusted allies to join her to make her own little organization. There were already some shady groups with control within the city at the time, but she decided it was time to finally put all her knowledge to use and take control from them.

 For a while, things seemed to be moving exactly according to plan. Perhaps this is the point in time where Lizzie earned her reputation of being vicious and deadly. The Alliance had been far more ruthless back then in their effort to gain power over the city.

 She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment that she realized she had enough. It wasn’t the blood on her hands or the lifeless faces. Those never affected her. Perhaps it was Jimmy, her precious little brother, and his goofy smile that he gave her as he pointed out the dark rings under her eyes. Perhaps it was the sight of loving couples holding hands as they passed her by and the knowledge that she could never have that with her kind of life.

 Whatever it was, she decided she was done.

 All at once, Lizzie disbanded the Alliance. She left it all to a distraught, confused Ren. With one last apology and goodbye to each of her friends, she left.

 It wasn’t as though Lizzie could truly fall off the map, but she came pretty close. She moved to a new city, changed her number, and erased every trace of her old life. If it weren’t for Jimmy, she might have changed her name and everything, but that’d be a bit too impossible to explain.

 She got a normal job, moved into a very normal apartment, and settled down into her brand new normal life. It was actually Jimmy’s city that she’d moved to, which was wonderful considering she could finally spend proper time with her sibling again. It felt like she’d barely had any time to see him over the past years.

 It wasn’t long after that she met Joel.

 If not for him, she’s not sure if she would have ever been able to survive the average lifestyle. Joel brought a well-needed spark and excitement into her life. He was sweet, charming, and the right amount of chaos that she needed to keep her mind distracted. When she realized she’d fallen in love, it hardly felt like a surprise.

 Before long, they were married. They moved into a tiny apartment within walking distance of the little magic shop Joel worked at. Everything felt nice and perfect and so very calm.

 Occasionally, her hands would twitch. She could feel it most when she held a knife while cooking. Her hands would tremor slightly. For a moment, she could imagine the blood splatters coating her fingers. It’d be gone when she blinked. The distant buzz of adrenaline thrummed in her veins.

 Joel would look over to find her frozen, staring at her shaking fingers. He’d ask if she’s alright and the trace would be broken. Lizzie would look up with a hum and reassure him that she was absolutely fine, then quietly return to her task.

 Three years of being with Joel, four years of being free from her past life, and yet Lizzie could still feel the call in her veins.

 When Ren somehow managed to get in touch after so many years without contact, that might have been the tipping point. After much debating, Lizzie decided to take it as a sign.

 She’d start up the Alliance again. This time, they’d have a better purpose. Rather than assassinating others, they’d offer protection. This way they could help prevent people (or at least those that actually deserve some help) from getting hurt. Even being outside of everything, Lizzie could tell from the news that some of the recent accidental deaths of corporate businessmen and other wealthy business or government folk weren’t accidents. She could recognize the signs. If she looks further, she's sure she could find traces of sabotage as well.

 What Lizzie realized was that most hitmen didn’t actually care to look into their targets. She’d been one of those, barely paying attention to who was getting killed. All she saw was a moving target with a price on their head. With the Fairy Alliance, she can properly look into her clients and decide if they’re actually worth protecting. If they were, she’d agree to their case. Only once she was certain they were safe and the threat was taken care of, she’d take their payment.

 And if part of ensuring that safety included causing harm to a fellow hitman or whoever the client wanted protection from, well… It was all part of the job. The Fairy Alliance did have a no killing or maiming unless absolutely necessary policy, but Lizzie didn’t say it was a strict one. She would also leave it up to her allies to decide what was deemed necessary or not.

Okay, so maybe their organization wasn’t entirely good… But she considered it a step in the right direction!     

Connections:

 Joel Smallishbeans:

 Lizzie’s beloved husband of three years.

 Works at the Magical Mountain shop; he’s been there for about five years.

 Joel does not know about Lizzie’s past work or her current association, the Fairy Alliance. (Prefers it that way.)

 Jimmy Solidarity:

 Lizzie’s younger brother.

 Very close; she’s always been very protective of him and has always tried to keep Jimmy as distant from her work. It’s worked luckily enough, but now that they live in the same city and Jimmy often visits unannounced, it’s become a bit harder.

 Jimmy does not know about Lizzie’s past work or her current association. (Literally oblivious.)

Rendog (The Queen’s Hound):

 Closest ally; Her righthand man

 Despite having lost touch for nearly four years, the two of them are still basically best friends; They’d literally die for one another and Ren occasionally mentions it. Lizzie tells him not to die for her, but it’s just Ren’s way of stating his loyalty, so she lets him be dramatic.

 Yes, Ren teases her about not inviting him, her best friend, to her wedding. He totally understands why, but that doesn’t mean that a wedding gift isn’t mailed to her doorstep days later. (I care them, your honor.)

Zombie Cleo:

 Allies; Good friends.

 Though Cleo did feel hurt by the fact Lizzie basically abandoned them, she does get it; She took some time off as well right after Lizzie left. It was a nice time, but she was much quicker to get back to her work. This type of life always felt meant for her and she doesn’t intend on leaving.

 Had been hesitant to join the Alliance again, but ended up agreeing after some nudging from Big B and Ren; Had nearly reconsidered when she realized Lizzie’s new “no killing” rule, but quickly got drawn back once she became aware that it was more of a guideline and Lizzie wouldn’t actually stop her from doing whatever she thought necessary for her job.

Big B:

 Allies; Good friends.

 Like Cleo, he did feel hurt by Lizzie leaving, but he always held hope she did it for good reasons; He was happy to learn that he was right and Lizzie did enjoy her mostly normal life.

 Much like Ren, he does occasionally tease Lizzie for not getting an invite to the wedding; Ended up also sending her a wedding gift, which she found really sweet. (She missed her friends.)    

 And there’s Lizzie’s profile!  I hope you guys enjoyed reading. I hadn’t intended on writing about Lizzie first, but I got inspired while trying to write out some notes about the dynamics between everyone in the AU. With Lizzie being such a central character for several people, I couldn’t help myself asjhgdkla  Who would you like to know about next?  Also, feel free to send asks about any other questions you have about the AU!

 I’m pretty excited to write more, but I’d love to know who you’re actually curious about!

[noctisfishing]

What Feels Right

Taiora Week Day 01 - Brave

Rated: T/K | Action/Adventure.. and some Fluff

I had a small idea for this prompt and based it off of the 'antics' of the reboot (which I'm still not finished watching). The fic is set years after that. Shoutout to @canisblack who chose the Digimon opponent for this fic, Crescemon and you'll see the appearance of its In-Training form, Moonmon, too.

I wasn't going to participate this week, but the following happened: an unexpected day of recharge, seeing the incredible Taiora stuff pop up from this week, and motivation from my Taiora friends - things like this can really turn things around. I can't promise another prompt fill this week, but you should know for certain that I'll show up with another Taiora fic sooner or later. ;) Until then, I hope you enjoy my latest offering. 

One evening, in a normally peaceful mountainous area of the Digital World, Koushiro had spotted one Crescemon terrorizing its small, In-Training and Rookie Digimon inhabitants. Seven years had passed since the Chosen Children saved the Digital World. Nobody knew for certain what was causing the odd behavior lately, but the Chosen knew that it was up to them to help. And, as always, Taichi and his Digimon partner were the ones to lead the pack, with the others split across the area to help the inhabitants to safety.

But as Taichi sat on Metalgreymon's back, he gasped just as Koushiro did through his Digivice, when Taichi and Metalgreymon were met immediately with icy arrows heading straight towards them.

Metalgreymon dodged, and Taichi sensed his partner pause for a moment, knowing that he would quickly think of his next moves. Then, the Digimon darted forward, jumping side to side to attack the enemy head on. His Metal Slash struck Crescemon and made him fall backward, though he quickly bounced back with what seemed like a spring in his step.

As the moon rose into the sky, Crescemon moved forward and back, up and around and with a twirl, and Taichi watched with awe.

"Don't fall for it!" Koushiro shouted through the Digivice. "It's part of that Digimon's attack!"

"Snap out of it, Metalgreymon!" Taichi yelled, and his partner seemed to snap out of his enchantment in time, as Crescemon charged forward with his blade. The Digimon swung and missed, and Taichi knew that Metalgreymon saw the opening to attack with his Giga Destroyer.

Crescemon was knocked down from the blast, yet moments later, he was able to stand tall, the remnants of the flaming missile surrounding him.

"Man, he just doesn't know when to quit!" Taichi said.

"He's known to get stronger under the moonlight!" Koushiro explained. "The others are on their way. You need to stall him!"

Metalgreymon couldn't shake Crescemon so easily. Taichi tried to be Metalgreymon's eyes from behind while he jumped back and dodged more arrows that flew more quickly. Crescemon leapt toward Metalgreymon in his graceful yet swift moves, and Metalgreymon was able to avoid his attacks, but just barely.

"Hold tight, Taichi," Metalgreymon growled. "I'm going to try to outrun him."

Taichi believed that he would, the wind blowing his hair back as Metalgreymon ran through the rocky terrain. The uneven craters and stones in the path seemed hardly a challenge for Metalgreymon to stomp through, though it was unfortunately more of a breeze for Crescemon, whose blade seemed to swing closer.

The next attack came too quickly, and it launched both Metalgreymon and Taichi against a rock wall, causing both the wall and the ground to shake. Taichi was suddenly on the ground, and his vision began to blur when he realized he might have hit his head during the fall. Shouts of his name became distant echoes, and he couldn't tell whether it came through the Digivice or nearby.

Taichi could see, as his vision refocused and waned, Crescemon's form standing in front of them, holding his weapon not towards Metalgreymon, but above them, where Taichi saw shapes of boulders that looked ready to fall with the right amount of force.

He saw the shot of a dark arrow, then he heard a cry of his name. His vision faded for a second, but refocused once more, as a gust of wind brushed past and the sight of dark red talons spread over him.

He knew the sound of that voice, the one who called for him. She was always the first to show up, especially whenever he was in a bind. And as he felt a rush of relief washing over him, he called her back, weakly but he knew she would hear, just before his vision faded to black.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Taichi heard soft murmurs when he came to. Without opening his eyes, he could tell he was in a dark area with dim lighting, likely a campfire based on the low sounds of crackling. When he heard a girlish laughter so distinct, he registered that Mimi was nearby, and likely the other Chosen Children and their partners.

Unfamiliar to Taichi were the soft voices that sounded nearer to him. He couldn't pinpoint who they were from, but when they were followed by Piyomon's familiar hiss for the others to quiet down, he knew that he was surrounded by friendly company.

And he knew that Sora was right beside him. He knew it from the touch of her gentle hand clasped in his. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and hers were the first that he saw, seeing the joy in them mixed with worry.

Taichi couldn't help but feel amused. She had always been like this, even when they first became friends. She didn't care what kind of trouble he got himself into, even if a boy made a dirty move in a football match, or even if he was cornered by a Digimon with no way out. She rushed to his side no matter what.

Perched on Sora’s shoulder was a small Digimon that looked like a water droplet. It stared at Taichi curiously as Sora looked at him in confusion. 

"Why are you smiling?" Sora asked. "Don't you realize what would've happened to you and Agumon if we didn't show up sooner?"

"Agumon…? Agumon-!"

Taichi sat up and immediately regretted it, feeling the throbbing pain in the back of his head.

"Taichi!" Sora said in frustration. "I know you've just survived another one of your acts of bravery, but no sudden movements!" then she placed her hands on his head and shoulder to gently lay him back onto his pillow. "Agumon is alright. He's just resting."

"I'm glad he's alright…" Taichi said, closing his eyes while waiting for the pain to subside.

"I'm glad you're alright, too.."

He opened his eyes again, and noticed that there were more water droplet shapes Digimon around, some surrounding Piyomon and a few near Sora, including one sitting on her lap.

"You're amazing, Sora," he told her. "You helped bring them here, didn't you? You made sure that Crescemon couldn't hurt them anymore."

"I couldn’t stand for them to be in any more danger, so I needed to protect them."

Taichi watched her rub the tip of her finger against the cheek of the mini Digimon, whose cheeks turned pinker as it nuzzled back in delight. Her warm smile seemed to brighten the dim lighting of the cave.

"You know, that counts as an 'act of bravery', too," Taichi added. "Protecting the ones you care about."

"Oh?" she asked.

"Yeah. Protecting the Moonmon tonight. And protecting me, always…"

The color of her cheeks began to match that of the Moonmon.

"It just feels right to me."

Her hand that held his the moment he woke up was currently resting at her side, though something urged Taichi to reach for it. He hesitated at first, knowing that she had held his while she waited for him to wake up, and he wondered if taking hers this time would reveal feelings that he hadn’t shown her just yet, and give a meaning that either of them had yet to explore. 

He thought of it as a tiny act of bravery, as he followed his urge to take her hand. Sora turned to him, meeting his eyes with a look of surprise.

"Does this feel right, then?" Taichi asked, holding her gaze, though for a split second, he wondered if it was too impulsive.

But her hand wrapped around his in return.

"It does." 

Even with her reddening cheeks she gave him a soft smile, and Taichi felt his own face flush. Yet, he lay there at rest, with his hand in the warmth of hers, knowing that his feelings were already known to her, and they were feelings she returned.

[megacreativewriter]

Larissa The Latina Part 2

Introduction:

Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are fictional and 18 or older. Contains sci-fi. Not intended to be realistic. Actions described are highly not advised. Always get consent:) EnjoyFive days after Larissa and I had sex she showed up on my doorstep looking three months pregnant. We had both taken experimental medicine while we made love which lead to her body permanently becoming thick and curvy. The medicine also gave me quite a dangerous penis that ended up fertilizing every single egg in her ovaries. After doing some research that means Larissa is pregnant with almost two million babies at once. This has obviously resulted in her belly growing rapidly in just a few short days.

Larissa stood there, sticking out her stomach. She was well aware of my pregnancy fetish. It appeared she intended to use it to get as much sex from me as possible. Although I was nervous about the extreme pregnancy and what our parents would do, I was also in heaven.

“God you’re so beautiful Larissa!” I gasped. She continued to rub the tan gentle swell of her belly. I was transfixed on her flawless body. Her F-cup tits spilled out of her tight belly shirt. Larissa’s short shorts were stretched to their limit as they attempted to cover her wide hips and titanic ass. I stared at her golden ass as it overflowed out of the bottom of her shorts. My eyes were glued to them. I didn’t say a word as Larissa stepped inside and locked the door.

“I knew you wouldn’t notice!” Larissa giggled. Her hands went from caressing her belly to running through her hair. “I got a haircut and I didn’t die my hair,” she explained. Larissa used to have long brown hair that reached the bottom of her shoulder blades now it just about reached her shoulders and was black.

“All this time your natural hair color was black?”

She laughed. “Yeah I liked brown better but if I’m gonna be super preggo I figured it’s alright to let myself go.” Larissa noticed me staring and added, “what do you think?”

“I love it! It compliments your sexy tan Latina skin and your dark brown eyes. You look mysterious and kinky,” I confessed. She smiled and did a sexy dance while she raised up her shirt to just beneath her boobs, revealing her whole slightly swollen tummy.

“Ooo if you compliment me like that I just might pounce on you!” Larissa teased. She took a step forward before pulling off her top completely. Her shirt fell to the ground as her caramel F cup tits jiggled toward me. Finally Larissa pressed her hefty breasts against my chest as she took my hands in hers. My cock was instantly erect. It took all the strength I had to look Larissa in her eyes. I could feel her hard nipples straining through the fabric of her bra. “It’s rude to leave your baby mama waiting... especially when your parents aren’t home,” Larissa breathed sensually.

Before I knew it we were both naked in my bed. My lips kissed hungrily at her mouth. Eventually they made their way down to Larissa’s enormous tits and latched onto her nipples. “Of fuck Peter! Just fuck me! I’m pregnant with every single one of my eggs fertilized so if you think a normal pregnant woman is horny just imagine how I feel!” My stiff cock agreed. I couldn’t wait anymore. I grabbed her by her thick hips and slammed my dick in her tight cunt. She let out a satisfied yell like I’ve never heard before. It was wild. Larissa kept grinding and rubbing every inch of her thick creamy brown body. I squeezed her fat ass as I thrust in and out of her. She moaned constantly. We were a lot louder than last time. I was hypnotized by her new body. She used to be so small and boney, now she’s round and soft. I moved my hands up to her enormous tits. Larissa moaned when I touched her dark nipples while rubbing her breasts. I couldn’t stop playing with them, they were huge! I never thought I’d be lucky enough to even witness a pair of tits this big yet there I was feeling them up, squeezing them, sucking them, kissing them.

“Fuck, I’m so close baby daddy!” Larissa shouted. She was never that loud before. I slid my hands down her curvy body and rested them on her waist. I loved her slightly swollen tummy. She was so thick that when laying on her back her tiny pregnant belly blended in with the rest of her body. “Mmm yes rub that baby bump you gave me Peter! I know how much it turns you on that you knocked me up. Do you want me to get on my hands and knees so you can really feel my bump?”

I was already close to cumming but Larissa’s words brought me closer to the edge. She gave me a devious smile and got on her hands and knees before I could respond. “You can see my tummy bulge much better now. Come hold it while you fuck your baby mama’s tight pussy!” Larissa exclaimed while shaking her plump ass. Her belly wasn’t the only thing that looked better in that position. Larissa’s titanic tits heaved with every breath, her huge golden ass jiggled as she moved.

My dick was ready to explode. She was much more horny than last time. Her pussy was drooling, practically begging for me. I took one of her large asscheeks in each hand as I plowed into her sweet warm cunt. The way her flesh poured out of my hands drove me wild. I started thrusting faster. Larissa’s massive tits swung and flopped below, making a noise that made me even more excited. I slapped her ass as hard as I could. It was so smooth and round I couldn’t help but not give it a hit. Larissa yelped and her pussy clenched my cock harder. “Put your hands on my bump!” Larissa pleaded. Something about being pregnant made her much more into her tummy than she used to be. I decided to tease her and grab her big swinging tits instead. “Oh God, oh fuck, you’re making me cum!” Larissa screamed in ecstasy. I finally placed my hands around her slightly distended tummy to feel its gentle swell as I flooded her womb with cum. She gasped and panted as we came together.

After riding a long wave of bliss we laid down on the bed together, our sweaty naked bodies cuddling each other. Larissa suddenly looked shocked. Her hands rushed to her glistening, tan belly. “You didn’t inflate my body with cum like last time!” Larissa observed. She was right. Last time my cock swelled up and pumped gallons of cum in her creating a pseudo pregnant belly. This time my cock did swell to absurd proportions but it made only a bit above average amount of cum.

“Maybe that was a side effect of the drug and it wasn’t permanent?” I theorized. Larissa shrugged.

“Well I am pregnant with a million of your babies so I’ll be getting pretty big without your giant cock pumping me full anyway,” Larissa giggled causing her sexy curves to quake.

“What in the actual FUCK!” a familiar voice boomed. Panic immediately took over. Larissa instinctively shrieked and yanked the covers over us. I stared in terror at my Dad in the doorway. I didn’t feel the weight and consequences of Larissa’s pregnancy until that moment. Everything felt like it was crashing down... crashing down on me.

A few minutes went by. My mind was fuzzy, every detail of that night was fuzzy. My Dad was pissed. He came home from work on his lunch break to pick up something he forgot. That’s when he overheard us talking about Larissa’s body and her pregnancy. He didn’t know we had just had sex and were naked so he barged right in. There was no way around it. We had to come clean. He became beyond angry. He was so mad that he stopped yelling, he just stopped caring altogether, his anger took him out of reality. Eventually, Larissa finished dressing and came downstairs.

“Good God, look at her!” my Dad gasped. “She can’t even fit into her clothes! Larissa, sweetheart, you’re practically naked!”

Larissa’s face turned red. “I know sir.”

“Did you really think you could hide such a dramatic change? What do your parents think?” my Dad interrogated.

“I made myself scarce and wore huge baggy clothes around the house the last few days. I don’t know what my parents think, they don’t know I’m pregnant,” Larissa confessed.

“Fuck,” my Dad sighed. “Those drugs were experimental and obviously pretty powerful, AND you stole them from me which I could get in trouble for at work! What were you thinking?” my Dad scolded.

“I wasn’t sir...”

Three weeks went by since that awful night. In that time a lot has changed. I was forbidden from seeing Larissa until our families could figure out what to do. First my Dad had to explain what happened to Larissa’s parents. They took it better than expected but that’s mostly because they had a plan. They took Larissa to the company where my Dad worked and explained what happened to Larissa. They basically framed the company, made it look like the experimental drugs we took somehow ended up on the streets. My Dad used his knowledge of the company and its workers to help the Jimenez family. It worked. Turns out my Dad knew of a coworker who was stealing from the company but he was a higher up employee so my Dad never reported it out of fear of being fired by him.

The plan was simple. The Jimenez family took the drug company to court, claiming a representative of the company sold Larissa the powerful experimental drug. They couldn’t prove it to be true but upon investigation they did discover the drug Larissa used could result in exactly what happened to her. They also found the employee that stole company products and sold them on the side. They weren’t able to link the two together and the employee swore he never stole anything that was experimental or in production. Therefore, Larissa’s case lacked a lot of evidence but that was fine, they didn’t need it. The company was scared by what it found so far so they settled out of court and payed the Jimenez family millions!

It was also during this time that Larissa was examined and what we had assumed was true. When I inflated her body with cum it broke through her ovaries and fertilized every single egg she carried. There was a procedure done to try and eliminate the massive amount of babies growing inside her but at the end the number remained astonishingly high. Larissa was upset because removing all the babies would mean she’d never have any babies due to not having anymore eggs. Well turns out she’s still expected to be having around a thousand babies, my babies. They tried, but the number couldn’t be reduced anymore. Luckily, the drug enhanced her body so she should physically be capable of surviving a pregnancy that extreme.

The rest of the Jimenez family’s plan was even more simple. They had already bought an apartment in New York City for Larissa to live in for college next year. Instead she’d drop out of high school and live there now and focus on her pregnancy. It took a long dreadful three weeks but eventually they were convinced to let me be a part of their daughter’s life. I was going to drop out of school, work with my Dad at the drug company and most importantly, live with Larissa and take care of her. Apparently, she has been insatiably horny and masturbating non-stop. According to Larissa’s mom she did it to rebel. She refused to try and cover herself up with clothes. She played with herself openly for her parents and siblings to see. She basically stopped caring and only wanted to see me. It worked. They got sick of her being a disturbing scene and bad influence on her younger siblings so they decided Larissa would live alone, with me in her apartment. My parents agreed as long as I agreed to get a job, take care of everything Larissa needs and to someday marry her.

I was all set to see Larissa for the first time since that horrible night. This time we had our own place to live and fuck, several millions of dollars and I had new job. Life was pretty amazing.

I knocked on the door to Larissa’s apartment. “It’s open!” Larissa called from inside. I stumbled in with all my bags. The apartment was pretty spacious despite being in NYC. I knew her family was loaded before the lawsuit but not this loaded, damn. I set my bags down and locked the door. Where was Larissa? My eyes scanned the room. The kitchen, family room and dining room were all one big room. Only the bathroom and bedroom was separated by walls and doors. The apartment was fully furnished and decorated, yet, spacious. I’m sure that lawsuit money wasn’t even touched yet.

Suddenly, I heard loud, thumping footsteps approaching. I turned to my left and saw the white bedroom door creak open to reveal a brown goddess. I felt my skin blush red hot. It had only been three weeks, however, Larissa looked about nine months pregnant. I couldn’t believe it. She said something but my brain didn’t register it. Larissa was standing right in front of me wearing only her underwear, holding her swollen tummy in her hands. It took some time for my eyes to move off of her stomach. They landed on her lush, plump tits. Larissa was wearing a bra but it was struggling to hold up her huge breasts. In fact her boobs were overflowing out of every part of her bra, kinda like a muffin top but with tit flesh. They had grown two or three cup sizes. I’m pretty sure Larissa’s belly supported her tits more than her bra did at that point. I’d never seen such perfectly round, smooth, spotless, golden-brown tits. I was speechless.

“Come on I’m super preggo and I’ve been sex starved these last three weeks, why the hell haven’t you taken your clothes off yet?” Larissa whined in a child-like manner.

“I just got here,” I replied shyly. Larissa grabbed me by the collar and yanked me into the bedroom.

“You can unpack after you fuck your baby mama!” Larissa called as she led me to the bed. That’s when I noticed how big her ass and thighs had gotten. Each step she took caused her monstrous ass to jiggle and thighs to ripple. I loved it. Her skin was spotless. She had to have grown three or four inches wider and longer in her ass and each thigh yet not a single blemish. I grabbed her butt as she climbed into bed. This made her emit a sexy giggle. The excitement in the room was tangible.

“How is your skin so perfect? I mean you’re growing really fast and there’s not a single mark!”

Larissa removed her bra and panties. She gave me a wicked smile. “They said it’s because of the drug that initially changed us but it could also be because I’ve been doing nothing but rub myself down all over with lotion these past two weeks. That’ll be your job from now on though.” Larissa beamed brightly as she got on her hands and knees. Her massive tits hung down almost as far as her belly. I’m not sure if they could even be called tits anymore, they were big brown udders! My God, her baby bump almost reached the bed. She wiggled her large Latina booty. Everything was so round, soft and tan. She was a goddess. Her skin even reflected light, making her shine. I ditched my clothes as fast as I could and hopped onto the bed with her.

“Fuck me baby daddy! Fill my swollen womb with your cum! Fuck your pregnant slut!” Larissa pleaded as I entered her.

“Damn, I don’t remember you talking like this before. You like dirty, degrading sex-talk?” I asked as I started to pick up the pace.

“Yesss,” Larissa moaned, “I wish I could explain to you what being this insanely pregnant feels like. You and sex and my body is all I think about. I need to be fucked. I am hot and bothered and craving cock every second of every day!”

I unexpectedly smacked Larissa’s fat ass and she came immediately. “Wow you were really pent up weren’t you?”

“Shut up and keep fucking me baby daddy!” Larissa screeched. She started yelling something in Spanish and continuously moaning. The only word I recognized was embarazada, or pregnant. Because of this I slid my hands from her fantastic globe of an ass to her heavily pregnant belly. The feeling of my hands on her swollen stomach made her pussy squeeze my cock. Then I felt it convulse. She buried her face in a pillow while she climaxed for a second time. Her hands griped the bedsheets so tightly her fingers turned white.

“Oh my God, you’re beyond horny and... you know I don’t know what you’re saying right?” I held Larissa’s big round belly firmly in my hands.

Larissa flipped her jet black hair aside and looked back at me. She could barely breathe. Eventually she panted, “I was talking to myself... please keep going Peter, I need this so badly!” Then she planted her angel-like face back into a pillow. I gave her belly a good rub as I fucked her. She had definitely been serious about putting lotion all over, her body was softer than silk. I ran my hands along Larissa’s gravid tummy in big circular motions along with every thrust. Some times the circle was large enough that I felt up her boobs too. This always resulted in a squeaking, gasping moan from Larissa. I took this as my cue to finally pay her glorious tits some attention. All of a sudden I grabbed ahold of each of her mammoth breasts in my hands. They were so huge my hands could barely hold them. It was like palming a basketball, I couldn’t really hold them. Instead I had to grab and squeeze a good section of tit at a time, my fingers overwhelmed with tit flesh, then grab another area of busty wonder and work my way around her entire beautiful set of tits.

I rubbed, squeezed, pinched and smacked Larissa my Latina goddess all over. She climaxed countless times that round. It was unbelievable. I could’ve gone for longer but out of nowhere she started speaking in Spanish again and gyrating her hips, slamming herself into me. She hadn’t moved much the whole time, with the frequent orgasms her body had been somewhat limp from bliss. Feeling my swollen fertility goddess grind against me was too much. I held onto Larissa’s creamy light brown pregnant belly for dear life as I pumped what seemed like endless streams of cum into her. It wasn’t that much but more than last time.

“Yes cum inside your pregnant baby mama! Fill me with your powerful seed that makes me grow so biggg. Fuck I needed your cock!” Larissa babbled mindlessly as all her energy dissipated into her final orgasm.

Exhausted, I flopped down next to Larissa on the bed. She moved over to cuddle me, pressing her pregnant bump into me along with her amazing tits. She looked like she was about to fall asleep. All her energy was spent. Larissa reached out with one hand and caressed my face, holding her hand there while she rested.

“Hey, Larissa?”

“Mmm hmm?” She replied without looking up or opening her eyes.

“That was the most you’ve ever spoke in Spanish in front of me. What were you saying?”

Larissa answered without opening her eyes. She cuddled me closer and whispered in a sleepy voice, “I was talking to myself. I said I can’t wait to walk around with you in public. I’m gonna wear a crop top and short shorts so my pregnant belly will be on full display. I said that I wanted you to always have your hand on my ass wherever we went so everyone would know you were the one who knocked me up, made me this big and pregnant. I also imagined you rubbing my tummy in public so everyone knows that’s your belly, you marked me, I’m yours, my growing baby body is all yours. I’m so happy to have you... here... in my bed... for me to fuck all day forever... I’m you’re pregnant slut.”

She started to drift off to sleep. “That sounds awesome, my flawless goddess,” I whispered.

Larissa stirred. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her bare pregnant belly. “No,” Larissa corrected, “call me your baby mama.”

[amatisherondaale]

so let me tell you about these past 26 hours. it started with Sean dropping by the flower shop to pick me up for us to go to the forest. he asked me to bring a knife and a wine bottle opener so I did. I waited for him on the corner of the street and I saw him walking towards me in the distance and he did the cutest little ‘look at that’ hand on his forehead thing and we met each other halfway and hugged and laughed and this was my first time seeing him without the beard. he looked young but at the same time exactly the same. he said he liked my kim possible look and that made me really happy. so with our bags on our shoulders we started walking and we got to the tram 9 tram tracks and we walked on the tram tracks and we were without a doubt the main characters. we walked through malieveld, through the side near the deer and he told me about his guitar teacher and aidan and he seemed so giddy. eventually we got to our destination and he pulled out two bottles of red wine, three different cheeses, jamón, roast beef and a thing of weed and we feasted. we bonded over the fact that neither of us were good with uncorking wine bottles and we competed with all the other couples sitting on the grass around us. the conversation was, as always, never ending fun. slowly the sun started going down and it got a little chillier and we migrated down into the sun as he sprinted after the ice cream man to get us strawberry and orange ice cream. then he rolled a joint and we smoked and I coughed and we just sat there talking and smiling. after we’d been there for 3ish hours, we got up to leave and he went into the woods to pee and I packed everything up and followed him. we’d been joking all day about fucking right then and there but suddenly I felt this overwhelming urge and I leaned into kiss him and before I knew it, he was holding my hand and pulling me deeper into the forest and that’s the story of how I got fingered in the forest. the best part is that it happened and that was it and we just went back to normal. I don’t even know how we got back to the city but we eventually got to greenhouse and I waited for him outside and chatted with the friendly dutch bouncer and then he came out and swooped me away before we stopped to buy kombucha and finally arrived at the circle. we sat there and smoked and this boy pulled up on his bike, asking us for tobacco and it turned out that Sean did have tobacco but the kid commented on how it was really dry and he should put a potato peel in it and we laughed about it after he left. after all that, we walked over to his apartment and all that is really just a blur. I remember watching rush hour 3 because we couldn’t find rush hour 2 and Sean showing me aidan’s text saying 123movies and chill and lying on his lap, exhausted. I remember eating ben & Jerry’s (hooked on you and chunky monkey I think) and then eating fusilli with tomato sauce and parmesan and then he just asked if I was ready for bed and I remember being SO ready for bed so I texted my mom, took off my contact lenses and we got into bed together. he said he was gonna read his book a little but we got a little distracted along the way so that never happened but we got up to some other fun stuff instead. I guess at some point we fell asleep and i woke up feeling so rested. I think I even woke up and drifted back to sleep and then I woke up again when he kinda jumped up next to me around 7:43. we just laid in bed for what felt like at least another hour after that, talking and kissing and all that. when we finally got up, he put on some music and we lounged around the place while he rolled another joint and then we left in search of a bakery. we stopped at the circle to smoke our j and then continued to the first bakery which was closed and then got to the second bakery, giraffe roasters or something, where we got our coffees and our special hazelnut chocolate croissants and we ended up at the little plein in front of the bagels & beans. we just sat on that bench and drank our coffee and ate our croissants and there was an inordinate amoun

[gamenu]

JULIE & SHIP.

—- Believe you me, the LAST thing that would have happened if Ship ate her game is him getting sick. The console would have probably grown legs, started walking around… or shooting electricity all over the place. Things like that. Thankfully, Ship knew far better than to cause that sort of needless destruction anymore. No, he was very content with being held at the moment, being lightly bounced up and down as if he were a baby, which the little Mechamorph seemed to enjoy.

—- “ He is pretty cute, isn’t he? ” The statement brings her hand upward, right to the top of Ship’s head, where it’s met with plentiful scratches. Resident liquid metal ‘dog’ buzzes with happiness at the gesture, wiggling around gleefully in his owner’s grip. ‘Chickadee’, huh? Ben never even gave her nicknames like that. Interesting. She chuckles at it though, so it wasn’t exactly awkward or anything for her.

      “ I figured he didn’t. Ship has good manners, I just didn’t want you to get frightened. ” Holding one hand away from Ship and out to Nicole, she gives a friendly little grin.

      “ Julie. ” And as if he already hadn’t been sufficiently introduce, Ship stretches his head a little toward the other girl as well, and barks his name out once more.

      “ Shiiiip! ” ‘Haunting’ wasn’t too inaccurate, honestly. It’s voice was much more like the electronic buzz of computer hardware than anything organic. Probably because Ship’s whole species wasn’t organic, but… still.

         “Tha amoun’ o’ weird stuff I ran inta jus’ comin’ in this town? Ship is tha leas’ weird thin’. I jus’ wasn’ payin’ no attention’ an’ suddenly bein’ touched jus’...ya know. Made me jump.” Like it would anyone. Nicole would like to think she’s not that big of a coward as others might begin to think. Besides...Ship...seemed relatively harmless. Just super playful. Which was never truly a bad thing.

         “Nicole.” A name is offered in exchange for two names. One hand reaching out to shake Julie’s, and the other to give Ship little head rubs. He was trying to be polite as well, so it was only fair that his efforts be rewarded. Well, at least Julie and Ship seemed...to be normal. At least as far as normal came for the people of this whack town.

          “So uhh...I’m gonna go offa limb here an’ say Ship is an alien?” No possible way thing thing was organic in any form or fashion. Besides, it wasn’t that hard of a guess.