#im having cramp-like sensations

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

update: just hung around my brother mostly and my ex-neighbors WERE NOT THERE! idk why because they lived next to my grandmother for like 15 years but. i am so glad they werent there! but my moms bf was and he is still the worlds biggest asshole and why my mom stays with him i have no idea!!!!!!!! but. yaknow. sooooo cool that she chose him to stay with her rather then i (the ultimatum i gave her) (which was long overdue because who moves an adult man whos rude into their home when their child (afab because it feels important in this situation specifically) is like 12 years old dawg) (nothing bad happened besides the casual me hating his presence so much that i went without food and water but like did she not realize how easily something worse couldve happened?) (when i told her i was visciously uncomfortable with him around did she just think i was gonna be chill with him being around forever?) (she seemed unhappy around him today. does she not realize that she doesnt have to stay with him?????? surely she realizes that he is awful????)

but my little cousin who went off to the navy said hi to me and gave me a hug and that was nice :-) he always was the least-judgemental of...... literally everyone whos around my age in my family. so it was nice to see him. i also saw my niece and nephew and they are like. actual teenagers now. and that was freaky because i know them as young children in my head. idk. its crazy that everyone ages bro

the pros of going to my grandmothers funeral/celebration of life tomorrow: closure or whatever. i dont really know ive only been to two funerals in my whole life and i dont fully get what im suppsed to feel and do there

the cons: i dont talk to literally anyone on my moms side of the family. i could follow my brother around but he's gonna be mostly around my mom, who i do not talk to for a thousand reasons. and my ex-neighbors who are very openly transphobic to me will be around her. and no one on her side of the family really Gets that im trans either so like it just all sucks. i will surely get emotional because y'know, and that means that i will be emotional in front of my mom, which is bad for me. all my cousins are weird around me because we were close as kids but now no one knows how to approach me because ive only gotten more awkward and more unable to verbally speak

[formulawolff]

nothing else matters — m.v.

pairing: max verstappen x wag!reader

word count: (idek tbh)

warnings: mentions of menstrual cycle, reader is on her period, some cursing, max being tender, bf mode to the max (i think i’m hilarious), tooth-rotting fluff

a/n -> i’m on my period (for the second time this month!) and im miserable rn. (+ fried) so i apologize if this is terrible (i typed it on my phone) i just wanted to write something self-indulgent af.

euphoria radiates off of him, the energy so contagious it brings an entire crew to their feet.

his cheeks are flushed, tinged a rosy hue from the rush of it all. his eyes are bright, shining as the team surrounds him, jostling him back and forth. you can hear his laughter, the way it rings so wonderfully in your ears as they shout his name.

“max! max! max! max! max!”

“all right, all right,” he catches his breath, “let’s not get too excited. it’s only pole.”

“only pole?” you find yourself scoffing as another familiar voice fills the air, “max, this is huge for us!”

“well the race isn’t won yet,” the corners of your lips twitch, a smile forming as max clears his throat, “we can celebrate when we finally win a fucking race.”

christian horner exhales, the remark from max clearly striking a chord, “well, i can’t disagree with you there. all right everyone, let’s get to it. we have a lot to do before the race tomorrow if we want to remind everyone of who we are.”

you remain in the corner of the space, arms folded across your chest as the crew disperses. you take in the way max’s jaw clenches as people flurry around, his gaze brimmed with desperation.

he was looking for someone.

and that someone was you.

however, you don’t move a muscle, sitting as still as possible. another ripple of pain courses through you, yet you clamp down on your tongue. the cramping sensation originates from your lower abdomen, this wave far worse than the last.

hanging your head, tears well up in your eyes. the cramps started just this morning, right around nine. now, the austin sun was dipping below the horizon, promising of dusk.

your hands ball up, squeezing into fists as the pain intensifies. the adrenaline from qualifying was wearing off, and fuck, was it wearing off quicker than you expected.

“hey,” there’s a figure in front of you, his voice soft as he kneels, “baby, what’s going on? do i need to get a medi—“

“no,” you hiss, “i’m fine.”

“come on,” hands envelop yours, “follow me.”

you want to protest, yet he’s already helping you to your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist. you instinctively lean into him, grateful for his touch. a few members of the crew pause from their work, murmuring among themselves. you shrink a little, shame burning within as max practically allows you to lean against him.

fuck, was this utterly embarrassing.

oh, how the rumors were going to fly.

max verstappen’s girlfriend was so drunk at qualifying that he had to practically carry her out.

what. a. headline.

the walk from the garage to the motorhome is a blur.

before you know it, max has you in bed, prompting you to lay down. you obey, pulling the cover over you as he follows, bringing you in against his chest.

he hasn’t showered yet, and you pick up traces of his cologne mixed with perspiration. his hair is a haphazard mess, ruffled from the gear and his cap. his clothes cling to his body, more than likely from the sweat and heat of the suit.

lips graze your temple, fingers tenderly massaging your scalp.

“what’s going on?”

“nothing,” you shrug, “i’m okay.”

“bullshit,” he tuts. fingers grasp your chin, forcing you to look upward, “what. is. going. on?”

“i started my period,” your lower lip trembles, “and i’ve been dealing with cramps all day.”

“and you didn’t say anything?” concern dances in his intense gaze, “baby, there are medical staff on site who would be happy to provide you with anything you need. i’m sure asking for a couple of pain relievers wouldn’t have been an issue. you’ve been suffering like this all day?”

“it wasn’t a big deal,” you retort, warmth flooding your cheeks as tears overflow, “i wasn’t suffering. it’s just my period. i was fi—“

“don’t say that shit,” he cuts in, “when i saw you, you looked miserable. absolutely fucking miserable. you were nearly curled up in the fetal position in that chair.”

“maybe i just didn’t want to draw any attention to myself,” you mutter, burying your head into the crook of his neck, “i didn’t want to seem like i was high maintenance.”

“baby,” a chuckle rumbles in his chest, “asking someone for some medication or somewhere to lay down is not high maintenance.”

tears splatter against his shirt, your eyes squeezing shut, “now i just feel fucking worse because i took you away from you job. you’re going to get into some shit with the fia and it’s my fault.”

“listen to me,” his arms pull you in even tighter, his mouth planting gentle kisses along your forehead, “are you listening to me?”

“yes,” you nod, sniffling, “i’m listening.”

“when it comes to you, nothing else matters. you are my only priority. ensuring that you’re safe and sound comes first. taking care of you is what’s important to me. i would much rather make sure you’re feeling better than attend a press conference. i’ll deal with the repercussions in the morning.”

“are you sure?” your voice shakes, threatening to crescendo into a sob.

“yes,” he murmurs, “i’m sure. i love you.”

“i love you,” the words are a strangled cry, the fabric now soaked as the tears spill, “i love you so much, max.”

“i love you more,” heated hands find your back, kneading, “what do you need from me baby? say it and it’s yours.”

“i just want you.”

a laugh bubbles up in his throat, “you can have me, but you’re going to get a hot shower. then we’re going to go to hospitality to get you some food. after that, you can have me as much as you want. deal?”

“deal,” you shake your head, “can we get something sweet too?”

“we’ll get all the sweet things,” the words are tender, just what you needed to hear, “and we can pick you up a stuffy from the airport on our way home. we can even look for a trinket or two. the ones i know you like, the sonny angels or calico critters. how does that sound?”

“that sounds perfect,” the tears have ceased, a sense of relief rippling within max, “i would love that, max. thank you for being the best boyfriend ever.”

at that, he can’t help but melt a little at the sincerity laced within your tone, “of course, baby. anything for you. i can’t bear the thought of you in pain or uncomfortable. i’ll do anything to help you feel better.”

“even if it interferes with your job?”

“even if i have to pull out of the race tomorrow.”

“you’re ridiculous,” a light giggle fills the space, max’s lips forming a wide grin, “you wouldn’t do that.”

oh but for you, max verstappen would.

[sentoooo]

ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ꜱᴇx? ⨟ ʜꜱʀ ᴍᴇɴ

✭ pairing(s): aventurine, dr ratio, boothill, gallagher, sunday, sampo, jing yuan, blade, luocha, dan heng, gepard, caelus, welt (seperate) x reader

✩ inspo: im feeling sick in the head and also Fuck Me by Vernon Jane

✧ a/n: uhhmmmm i deserve to be a little freaky and weird and perverse ALSO IDK WHY THE X LOOKS LIKE THAT AND ITS ANNOYING ME TOO. LETS IGNORE IT, TOGETHER

🗒 cw: SMUT, gn! afab reader (for the bad bitches with uteruses), period sex (spoiler: theyre ALL into it.), fingering, face sitting, use of toys, dry humping (?), thigh riding, cunnilingus, thigh job, mutual masturbation, cowgirl/boy position, mating press, not proofread

✎ wc: 4.1k

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

⎯ Aventurine

AVENTURINE is all for it, if it means it’ll make you feel better. He prefers to use toys, if anything. He doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty, but he’s more worried about hurting you. So he’s got a set of vibrators specifically that he likes to use while you’re on your period. And if you ask, he’ll probably buy a couple new ones, as well.

You do your best to stay still underneath Aventurine, eyes shut tight as you buck your hips up against the wand between your legs. Aventurine looks down smugly at you, mirth glimmering in those beautiful eyes of his. The beneath your stomach had long since turned into a delicious feeling of wholeness and warmth, and you couldn’t help but chase after it. Aventurine, for once, cannot bring himself to tease about how desperate you are to cum.

He had amped up the wand to its max intensity, just to make sure you had felt it through your clothes. Not that you hadn’t, you were practically pushing your pussy up against it the minute he had brought out the vibrator, doing anything to get yourself off. You feel the pleasure mounting all too quickly, yet chase after it nonetheless. You grab Aventurine’s wrist and whined, legs tensing and closing as if to ward off the vibrator. And like that, the pressure releases, giving way to a blissful feeling, the last of your cramps fading away so… easily.

“That good, huh?” Aventurine chides, a sultry grin plastered on his features as he lowers the intensity of the vibrator, yet still presses it up against your clothed clit to let you ride out your high. You don’t respond, basking in the sensation (and the fact that your cramps are gone).

⎯ Dr. Ratio

VERITAS may act hesitant when you bring up the idea, but he doesn’t say no. He’s more worried about how he should go about it than anything, and while it isn’t unfamiliar territory to him, he’s just… unsure of himself. Ultimately, he settles on toys, normally vibes, but dildos will do as well.

It was rather late by the time you had come complaining to him, and he was already behind on grading his student’s papers. Normally, he’d tell you to give him a couple more minutes to finish up his work and you give him that time, but with how much you're groaning and talking about the pain, he’s quite quick to put his pen down. He adjusts himself and slides open his legs, patting his thigh for you to sit down on, with barely another word.

And of course you sit down, your cramps had been killing you all day and you were desperate to find any way to get rid of them because painkillers just… weren’t working. You start to weakly grind against his thigh, hands holding yourself up by his strong shoulders. His right arm wraps around your waist and guides you slow rocking movements, fishing through his desk and finding a vibrator wand. He felt a little embarrassed to have kept something so… lewd in his desk, but then again, there were moments like this that made him feel a little bit better about keeping it.

He sets it on a lower setting, pressing it against your clit and you grind against his thigh. He watches intently, his gaze soft as he does his best to coax you through it, small, soft praises that no one would expect from Veritas himself. But he’s worried, more than aroused. If this is what helps your cramps, then he doesn’t mind, he doesn’t even protest. He watches as your face goes from tensed to relaxed, moaning out his name and even small ‘thank you’s as your heat mounts.

⎯ Boothill

You don’t even have to ask BOOTHILL, the minute you complain about your cramps, he’s on his knees, tugging at the hem of your pants. He prefers to eat you out on your period, given his skilled tongue. Any ‘but’s you had when you first brought the idea up were quickly swept away, he’d eat you out every day of the week during your cycle, or even all day, if you needed it.

Boothill groans against your sex, head buried between your thighs as your hands tug at his hair, a silent praise for just how good he was doing. While he feels quite feverish, his pace is slow and languid, drawing out every little sound of yours he can. The metallic taste on his tongue is just another reward, really. His hands grip your thighs as he presses a series of kisses against your clit, before delving his tongue back into your heat.

Soft sighs escape you as he continues his ministrations, unbothered by the way you squirm every so often or tug at his hair. He’s drunk off the taste of you, really. He laps up the blood as if it was his last meal, groaning every now and then when he had to take a breath. Sometimes he murmurs something in your flesh, too muffled for you to hear, but the vibrations of his gravelly voice provide an exquisite feeling. If you could do this all day, you would.

Heat curls beneath your stomach as Boothill suckles on your clit, thighs pressing against either side of his face as you grind your hips further into his mouth like he wasn’t close enough. Your head spins as you finally let go, letting out a low moan and cumming into his mouth. He licks it all up, letting out a low, guttural sound of approval, his mouth pressed against your folds for a second longer. He withdraws with a gentle kiss pressed to your clit, and a cocky grin sent your way. He quite enjoys the mess.

⎯ Gallagher

The minute you brought the idea up, GALLAGHER is down. He’d do anything you asked him to, from simply fingering you to full on penetration, whatever you want, he does. He wants you to feel better, and by Aeons, he’ll do just that. Would period cramps even exist in a dream? Doesn’t matter. If he knows it’ll help you, he’s on it.

His fingers sink deep within your pussy, a satisfied smile gracing his lips as you roll your hips against his fingers, moaning softly. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing circles against it. Lewd squelching sounds fill your ears and you desperately chase after his fingers every time the pull back slightly, head leaning back against Gallagher’s shoulder, splayed out in his lap.

“That’s it,” He coos, his free hand wrapped around your waist, squeezing at your hip. He presses a quick kiss to the crook of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer as he picks up the pace of his fingers. Heat spreads throughout your body, your eyes rolling back as you surrender to the feeling. “Doesn’t that feel better, sweetheart?”

Before you can catch it, your orgasm sneaks up on you all too quickly. You barely felt it build up, and now you’ve cum on Gallagher’s fingers. He lets out a throaty chuckle as you do so, tilting your head and moaning into his ear. With a few more pumps of his rough fingers, he pulls them out slowly, admiring his work. You breathe heavily, doing what you can to catch your breath. Your eyes follow his hand as he brings it up to his mouth, sucking off the rest of your blood and cum from his fingers with a satisfied, sultry look.

⎯ Sunday

SUNDAY would feel quite… down, knowing that period cramps still exist within Penacony. Knowing you can’t even escape them in the Dreamscape, he can’t help but wallow a little. But, with that, he will do anything to take away the pain. And when you suggest period sex, he’s practically scrambling for a condom.

Water sloshes around you as Sunday’s hands curl up at your sides, nails digging into flesh. He presses his nose to the crook of your neck, moaning against your skin as he bucks his hips up into you. Your back is pressed flush against his chest, his cock buried within you as he does his best to guide you by your hips. He lets out soft groans here and there, evidently enjoying this more than you are.

He does his best to minimize splashing, yet he is eager to please, and to make you feel better. He isn’t rough or fast, taking you at a rather languid pace, but with how feverish his groans are, how his hips stutter every now and then, he’s rather close himself. He can’t help himself, simply being this close to you has him hard. You roll your head back, moaning against his ear, and he just can’t help but cum.

You follow soon after as Sunday peppers kisses against your neck, sloppily at first, but becoming more refined as he shakes off that needy headspace. The pressure in your stomach gives way to blissful heaven then nothingness, the pain that spread to your stomach and legs, gone, just like that. When you turn your head to look at Sunday, he was a gentle smile plastered to his lips, eyelashes fluttering as if he himself had felt your pain go away.

⎯ Argenti

ARGENTI does everything that he can for you when you start your period. No questions asked. In fact, he’s the one that brings up the idea of sex. He’ll eat you out as you wish, finger you, or simply fuck you as gently or as hard as you wish. He doesn’t mind a mess, he actually quite likes it.

He indulges in his desires so easily when it’s you. When his eyes flutter open, he looks up at you with the utmost devotion, head buried between your thighs as you ride his face. Your moans only spur him on, and when you look behind you, you can see his painfully hard erection that has gone untouched. He planned on delighting you in every single way you asked him to, but insisted on starting with his favorite.

Argenti whimpers against your flesh, too caught up in his own selfish desires as his normally profound and rather elegant tongue-fucking turns feverish and sloppy, as if this was something he had always wanted. It was hard for him to break his normally so composed character, and yet here he was, so messy for his lover above him, he himself was desperate to quell the cramps you had been dealing with. His mouth works at a head-spinning pace for once, licking a fat stripe up your folds, kissing your clit, then practically making out with whatever he could put his mouth on.

Just as you orgasm, he lets out a guttural groan, something that came from deep within his throat, lapping up what he can and more. Yet, when you look behind you, Argenti’s cock is drooling, flushed, with sticky white tendrils coating his abdomen. His face flushes when you notice, but he doesn’t hide it. “Apologies…” He mutters against your flesh, giving it another kiss before raising your hips and helping you get off.

⎯Sampo Koski

Whatever you need, SAMPO has for you. He prefers to finger you while on your period, but he doesn’t mind full on sex, or even using toys. If he can’t be there when you’re on your period, he’ll make sure you have plenty of toys to keep yourself… company.

Sampo groans softly behind you, his leg thrown over yours as you two spoon, his fingers gliding over your folds. He doesn’t dare push them in, not yet, anyways. As much as you begged him, he wanted to be as difficult as possible, no matter how much you complained how bad the cramps were getting. Despite that, you were shuddering at any long stroke, the way his pointer and middle finger caged your clit in between them, a satisfied hum coming from his throat.

“Mmm…” He moans, grinding against your ass. He still can’t help getting himself off, the sounds of your breath hitching and soft moans as you ask him for more, how can he not get off on that? How selfish of him, really, to abate your pleasure in favor for his… “Feels good, huh?”

The audacity of this man, it’s as if he’s taunting you. Before you can complain, he finally presses both fingers to your clit, rubbing agonizingly slow circles around it. His grinding borders on desperate as he does so, burying the face in the crook of your neck as his eyebrows furrow. The bastard had came before he even gave you the chance to build up… but he doesn’t leave you hanging. As if he felt bad that he had teased you. His fingers sink into your heat, thumb pressed against your clit. He pumps them at a leisurely pace, unhurried still. Sampo’s breath is heavy as he comes down from his high, head still spun up in the need to please. He’ll apologize correctly, he swears, after you cum AT LEAST twice…

⎯ Jing Yuan

JING YUAN is actually quite delighted to have any hand in making you feel better. From making sure you have you painkillers and enough snacks, to making sure your need is sated. He’s quite happy when you ask for sex, and his go to is NORMALLY fingering, but tonight, he’s feeling a little different…

Warm water runs down your back as you press your lips to Jing Yuan’s shoulder, the scent his cologne filling your senses. After a long day of work, he had proposed a shower with you, but now, it had long been forgotten, his large hands placed on your hips as he rolled his own slowly. His cock is pressed between your thighs, dragging against your folds, the head notching against your clit every few seconds. The push and pull makes your head spin, leaning in to him to keep yourself up.

He had been craving you all day, almost too distracted to finish his work. He didn’t know exactly what brought on the sudden bout of clinginess, you were always on his mind, yes, but nothing quite like this. So, when he came home to you, complaining about your cramps, it felt like every aligned, clicked into place. He was quick to comfort you… and more.

He chuckles softly above you as your nails dig into his arms, which was quickly replaced with a low, content moan. He leans his head down, picking up the pace of his thrusts ever so slightly, causing you to gasp. Your thighs tense as pressure rises beneath your stomach, Jing Yuan kept up with the steady pace. Slowly, drag after drag, the pressure builds, and then releases as you shudder, pressed up against him. He guides you through your orgasm, his thrusts slow as he allowed you to come down from your high. He held off his own orgasm, pulling away from you with a soft smiler, an even softer gaze.

⎯ Blade

BLADE may sound reluctant but he’s quite thrilled with the idea. He doesn’t mind fingering you, but he actually quite enjoys giving you head. To have his mouth pressed against you, a towel beneath you, while he works his magic… he could ask for nothing more.

He’s feeling especially ravenous tonight, and has you perched up on the couch, over his face, while he strokes his cock. The other hand holds you by your thigh, letting out low grunts and groans in between sloppy kisses and licks to your pussy. He’s greedy, but unhurried, making sure to let his contentment be known through lewd noises.

He doesn’t say much, as he normally does, simply feasting on whatever he can. Moans escaped him as he continued to stroke himself, hips bucking impatiently. His teeth scrape against your folds every now and then, taking what he wants. He draws out any sounds he can from you, his pace bordering on desperation. His grip tightens on your thigh, watching as you tense every now and then.

Ultimately, your moans become more frequent, Blade’s sloppy eating getting to you as heat surges through your body, your hands gripping the back of the couch. You look down between your legs and meet Blade’s gaze, fiery and passionate. You can’t help but lose yourself in those eyes, even with such a lewd action. He laps up every drop of your essence, letting out a satisfied hum before shifting his attentions to his own cock, desperate to get himself off, as if he was finished. Which, he wasn’t, really. It was the first of many orgasms that night, he’d make sure it was.

⎯ Luocha

Far be it for LUOCHA to deny you pleasure. Especially when you come to him glassy eyed, hands over your stomach, muttering about how you’d do anything to make the cramps go away. He’d do anything to see you smiling again. And when your eyes light up at the suggestion, he’s more than happy to go through with it.

You had asked him for help, and by Aeons, Luocha would make sure you would feel better. He cages you in via a mating press, his hair falling around you like a veil. His eyes are closed and eyebrows furrowed as he moans, pressing as deep into you as he can. His voice was groggy and heavy, only to have just woken up. Yet he was lucid enough to lose himself within you.

He leans in and presses a feverish kiss to your lips, his strokes slow and measured, pausing every time his cock was fully seated in you. At this moment he could care less about the blood on his dick, too tired to control his desires and submitting to some sort of primal urge that welled within him. Luocha, so normally controlled, yet still a slave to desire.

It was early morning, you yourself didn’t know what time exactly. You had just woken up, and for whatever reason you just couldn’t sleep. Unfortunately, your cramps had caught up to you before you could fall asleep, and aside from moaning and groaning in bed, you had woken up Luocha to help, at least not wanting to be alone while it felt like your cramps were eating you alive. He seemed so eager to help, and now that you were beneath him, you understood why.

⎯ Dan Heng

DAN HENG is not adverse to the idea at all, the first time you had asked, he was quick to suggest toys. Any time your cycle comes around and you suggest period sex, he’s got a towel at the ready and a vibrator of your choice picked out.

He sits behind you, eyes transfixed on your sex as he presses a wand up to your clit. His hand rests on your thigh as you buck your hips against the toy, whining softly. You do your best to keep quiet, Dan Heng’s lack of noise making you feel slightly awkward. Yet, he spurs you on in his own quiet way, pressing the wand a little harder against your clit.

His fingers trail from your thigh to your hip, now resting his chin on your shoulder. He listens intently to all the little sounds you make, before whispering silent praises to you. You had already cum twice, your cramps a distant thought by now. But you had asked for more, and Dan Heng would deliver, as always.

Before your orgasm can creep up on you, he pulls the vibrator away from you and shuffles out from behind you. You complain, but he urges you to lay down, rifling through one of your drawers for a box of condoms. He looks back at you with a barely noticeable smirk. Something that told you to hush up and wait…

⎯ Gepard

While GEPARD is hesitant when the suggestion of period sex is proposed, when you tell him that it could help lessen your cramps, he’s rather eager to get started. He finds that his fingers work best, if you two can’t find a condom.

Gepard is quite antsy when you come home, you had texted him that you had had a bad day, and that your cramps were kicking your ass, and he wanted to make it allll better. He had bought you all sorts of treats, flowers, ordered takeout, the list goes on. And when the door opened he had showered you with all sorts of questions, what else he could do to make your day better, how he can help, whatever he could do. One question makes you shake off your bad mood so quickly, though: “Do you want me to get you your vibrator?”

So there you are, sitting across from Gepard, legs open as you press the want to your clit, while he strokes himself slowly. His eyes drop to your folds, his face practically red. He feels… perverted, but he just can’t help himself. Your soft breaths guiding his arousal, eyes darting nervously between your face and to your pussy, then back to your face.

Eventually, he came prematurely, stuttering over his words and muttering apologies after he does, only to be met with a soft sigh from you. He can’t help but watch with rapt fascination, that same flush painting his face continuously. And when you cum, he practically cuddles up to you, peppering kisses across your face and neck, praising you.

⎯ Caelus

You don’t bring up the idea, CAELUS does. He practically begs before you even get the chance to say you’re down. He goes all in, really, depends on what you are feeling like. You want him to eat you out? He’s on his knees. Want him to fuck you? All good with him. He’ll use toys as well, if you aren’t comfortable with any part of him being in you.

He shudders beneath you as his hands guide your hips up and down his cock, groaning softly, eyes heavy-lidded and glassy, eyes darting everywhere like he doesn’t know exactly what to look at. You prop yourself up by your hands on his chest, head dipped as every thrust makes you forget all about your woes.

He does his best not to cum, simply the sight of you riding him like that, taking what you want, it feels like it’s too much. He always did his best to make your periods tolerable, if you weren’t down for sex, he’d grab any snack he could, make sure you had a heating pad, pain killers, and whatever else you wanted. But when you were down for sex, Aeons, he could go all night. That’s one perk of housing a stellaron inside of his body.

“F-Fudge, you’re good…” Caelus groans. You can’t help but chuckle softly at the word ‘fudge’, you know exactly where– who– he picked it up from, and he returns your chuckle in kind. He was never one to take sex seriously, and will never, even when it’s something like… fucking your cramps away.

⎯ Welt

Who better to take care of you than WELT YANG? He does not mind the mess at all, whichever way you want him to take you, he will do. He’s on top of everything, the painkillers you need, snacks you’d like, eating pads, the whole thing. And when it comes to you asking him about period sex? He gladly says yes.

“Feeling better?” Welt murmurs against your skin, his fingers sinking into your warm heat. He knew well enough that of course one little movement wouldn’t make your cramps go away. But with how reassuring he had been, and even how quick he was to comply with your request for sex. He had set a towel beneath you, and even brought out a myriad of toys to use if you so wished.

Slowly he pumped his fingers inside you, head resting on your shoulder as he watched his own movements. His gentle smile persists as you moan, melting at his touch. His free hand strokes your back, coaxing you through it with soft words as your walls clamp around his fingers. He draws out each motion for you, slow and deliberate, pressing a kiss to your shoulder with each moan you let out.

Even with his slow movements, you find that your orgasm sneaks up on you all too quickly. You press your legs together as if to keep him out, heat curling up beneath your stomach and down your legs. He doesn’t stop, simply nudging your legs open with his free hand, curling his fingers and hitting juuust the right spot. You whine and cum over his fingers, grinding your hips against them weakly. He allows you to ride out your high, that placant smile playing on his lips still.

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[charlesf1leclerc]

Summary- one day your whole world turns upside down and where will your lives go from here 

Warnings: childbirth, teen pregnancy 

A/N- this is inspired by the stab series bump. Not exactly the same but wanted to give a nod to my inspiration. Also I’m so inspired right now ahh!

Today started as a regular school day, I woke up , placed my uniform on , packed my lunch and left. Another day , final year, then I'm free , no more highschool. I worked hard, I got good grades , I had a small group of friends , my life is organized , put together and I know where I'm going. 

I walked down the sidewalk, down my usual route. Today we had an oral presentation. 25% of our final grade , I knew my points were thought out , I was prepared , I got this, I had no nerves. A cramping sensation fills my stomach again. This had been happening since I woke up sporadically, it would come and go for a few seconds but now they were getting further apart and more painful. I warped my hands around my lower body, the pain went away and I kept walking. Upon entering the gates , my ears were filled with the noise of highschool students like every morning. Girls gossiping, boys …. Being boys. The pain had gotten slightly worse on my way over , but again came and went. 

An arm wrapped around my shoulder. 

“ Morning girl” Madison enthused

“ Morning” 

“ Stop being so uptight you are going to smash this “ She nudged me 

“ I’m not , I just don’t feel well ok “ I shrugged back 

“ don’t tell me your nervous “ Mad’s smirked

“ no of course not” I shot back 

Maybe it was nerves, but I never get nervous , something was up. 

As I walked further to my locker the pain came back, it was like hell. I felt like I was going to die. This was not normal. The pain hit me so hard, I began to feel dizzy and then something built up in my throat. 

My locker door slammed closed and I ran to the nearest bathroom leaving Maddie and my locker very confused. 

Upon reaching the girls bathroom I ran into the nearest stall and slammed the door closed, kneeling down by the bowl and pouring out the vomit that rose from my throat. Something was wrong. The pain was intense, the vomit. This was not nerves.  

“ Y/N!” Madison yelled, hearing her footsteps come into the bathroom. 

I didn't reply. Vomiting again

“ I’m really worried, are you ok? “ 

I couldn’t reply so I left her un answered

“ I’m going to get someone!” 

That was best , I ‘m scared , this feels like death , something was not ok. 

Within moments a teacher had also entered the bathroom. Crawling under the bathroom stall door to get to me and seeing my state. 

Paramedics were called and before I knew it I was whisked away into the back of a ambulance, displayed to the whole school, I would be embarrassed later but right now I couldn’t take on anymore. 

Sweat dripped from my forehead and the pain was unbearable as we drove down the road. 

The paramedics tended to me , feeling my stomach, attached to wires. 

“ Ok y/n your baby is coming now im going to need you to push” He spoke 

Baby? Baby! BABY!

I was not pregnant. This was a mistake, people know when they are pregnant , I did and don’t know that I am pregnant , well was in a few moments time if a baby comes out. 

“ No I'm , I'm not having a baby!” 

“ I assure you , you are.. Did you not know?” he inquired 

“NO!” 

Did this seem like a person who knew they were having a baby, I don’t even look pregnant how can  a baby fit in there. 

“ you’re going to have to push anyway don’t focus on anything else” 

The pain was unbearable. He cut at the bottom of my skirt , to allow access and I pushed. I didn’t think I just did. 

Hours later 

“ A baby” my mum spoke from beside my bed in the hospital looking at the tiny creature next to me. “ Why didn’t you tell me y/n/n”

“ I didn’t know” I spoke emotionless

She sighed and looked away towards the door as the nurse walked in. 

‘ Everything looks good on both of your charts” she spoke chipley. “ Y/n there is some counseling we recommend to women who had a cryptic pregnancy, and to people of your age” 

I rolled my eyes and my mum took the paper. 

“ Thank you” my mum spoke up and the nurse left the room 

“ I don't want it” I looked to my mum

“ counseling would be good sweetie” 

“ No i don’t want the baby” 

My mum sighed “ Babies can be wonderful she may teach you some things, and shouldn’t this be a conversation we have with the father and his family first” 

“ I can’t raise a baby, I won’t “ 

And i didnt even want to start on the father talk I couldn’t think about that 

“ Who is the father? “ my mum asked

“ I don’t know” i bluntly replied

She wasn’t convinced but let me be for now. 

It later came that adoption can not happen until 30 days after the birth as the mother is not in a state to decide properly. 

“ 30 days , we have to take her home for 30 days!” I squeaked

“You can last sweetie get time to bond to see if this is what you really want” She smiled looking at the baby again, easy for her to say. I’m 17 and I can't raise a baby. 

How did I get here….

Dad Pov

It was just another day at school. My life was boring, karting, school back home with my siblings, dad and stepmom and repeat. At school I had it all but in life I had nothing. I wasn’t sure about where I was going to go after school, I didn’t even really want to continue school. 

It was currently later in the afternoon. I was sitting on the bench at lunch time as I waited for the others to join me. 

Lost in my thoughts. Leo came over and slammed himself down on the top of the table next to me snapping me out of my head.

“Sup,dude” we fist bumped my head still remaining straight ahead.

“You hear about that y/n girl?” He asked looking at me.

Y/n the one person I was not into talking about today. I had seen her being taken away in an ambulance today but had not yet heard what really went down.

“ yeah , crazy “ I mumbled 

“ yeah apparently she had a baby” 

What everything faded had I just heard him right

“ what?” I snapped to look at him

“ yeah  she hid it pretty well , she didn’t even know apparently” he nodded placing his food in his mouth.

She didn’t even look pregnant, how could she not of known. 

“ Wonder who the father is? You think it’s someone from here?” He intriguingly asked

I was just as curious, my hands began to sweat, surely one night could not have caused all this. It can’t be me!

A/N- ahhhh stay tuned and also vote on who you want the father to be 😉

[kaydens-agere]

caregiver logan little wade headcanons im actually begging

Caregiver Logan Howlett/Wolverine and Regressing Wade Wilson/Deadpool Headcanons!!

Headcanons below the cut!! Thank you so much for the request, I had sm fun writing these :D This does have a bit of swearing so if you're uncomfortable with that, please proceed with caution or don't read!!

⚔️-Wade was surprisingly open about it with him when they first met, he didn't go into too much detail, but he just kinda said "yeah I regress sometimes when bad shit happens." and left it at that. Logan didn't push it because he knows it can be a sensitive topic (as a secret little himself)

❤️-It first happened with Logan after the party after saving their universe. After everyone left, he ended up dropping from the exhaustion. Logan immediately fell into "dad mode" as Wade likes to call it, pampering him constantly and keeping him safe.

⚔️-Logan was very surprised by Wade's... colourful language while he's little. Logan half expected him to act the complete opposite of how he normally does. But no, he's still Wade. And he still has quite the mouth.

❤️-Logan is extremely gentle while Wade is small, often scooping him up and peppering him with kisses. Wade absolutely loves it, it always sends him into a fit of giggles.

⚔️-Logan has an abundance of nicknames he likes using for Wade. Some of them include bub (obviously), kid/kiddo, baby, his kit, etc. Sometimes he'll call him a little shit, but it's said playfully and Wade knows he's joking (that's nothing compared to the insults that Wade can throw at him).

❤️-Wade starts inviting him to his tea parties. They spend a lot of time on the living room floor with his many tea sets, talking about the latest gossip among Wade's plushies. Al will join in when she's home.

⚔️-Heres how the tea parties normally go: "Mary started yelling at Chrissy the other day." "Oh yeah, bub? Whys that?" "Because Chrissy was cheating on her boyfriend!" "Oh, motherfucker. I knew something was up with her."

❤️-Logan often takes Wade to the park, or just big open areas to run around in, he either starts dragging Logan around with him or forces him to play tag. He has a lot of energy that he needs to get out, and it's hard to do that when he's cramped up in the small apartment. They always take Mary Puppins with them.

⚔️-Sometimes Wade will struggle with his scars when he's small, physically and mentally. Sometimes they'll burn and itch and it's a lot harder to deal with when he's tiny, so all he can do is curl up and cry. However, Logan always seems to know what to do, he'll always run him a nice warm bubble bath to ease the pain. If he's struggling mentally, it's usually him thinking that he's too ugly or scary to be loveable. Once again, Logan is there. This time, he'll offer lots of reassurance, cuddles and kisses all over his scars, which will usually make him feel a bit better.

❤️-Wade is an absolute spoiled brat, and Logan definitely feeds into it, no matter how hard he tries not to. If they're at a toy store, Wade will show him a toy he really likes, and if Logan says no, you best believe that Wade will throw a tantrum until he gets it (He always does. Logan's not proud of it, but he hates seeing his baby cry).

⚔️-Wade calls Logan "Papa" whenever he's small. It shocked him when it first happened, he didn't think he was worthy of that title. Logan definitely did not have to have a cry in the bathroom after that. /s

❤️-Logan can have doubts sometimes about whether he's doing a good enough job or whether he's even worthy enough to be trusted that much by someone. Whenever Wade senses this, he'll draw him a bunch of pictures and give him plenty of kisses and tell him that he's the best papa in the world, which makes Logan feel all warm and fuzzy.

⚔️-Logan rubs his head on Wade's a lot, it's his way of "scenting" him. He wants everyone to know that Wade is his baby, no one else's. It's comforting for Wade as well, he likes the sensation of his papa's fluffy cat hair rubbing against his face.

[wifelivvyx]

I have an idea! Reader and James have to share a bed. They have no problem with it but they didn't know that they couldn't keep their hands to themselves (not in a sexual way) but they could wake up in the middle of the night finding the other one cuddled up to them haha ​​something sweet and tender

this is such a great idea omg thank you for this!! sorry I haven’t posted, i’ve been travelling all day - im currently writing this in the car. im going to make this a fem reader x james, just because its easier for me. thank you!

asleep once again.

Road trips weren’t her thing. They never had been, and she doubted they ever would be. The very idea of it made her cringe—cramped up in a car for hours, enduring the relentless heat and the inevitable stickiness of sweat clinging to her skin. Yet, here she was, living her nightmare.

Currently, she was squished in-between James and Sirius in the backseat, their shoulders pinning her on either side. The reason for her discomfort? Her dog, Princess, who was enjoying the royal treatment in the front passenger seat next to Remus. Of course, Princess couldn’t possibly be relegated to the backseat like a normal dog. No, she had to sit up front where the air conditioning hit her perfectly, her tongue lolling out in contentment. It was both absurd and entirely predictable.

She shifted uncomfortably, feeling the sweat pooling on her neck and in the small space between her legs and the leather seat. Every movement was accompanied by a sticky, unpleasant sensation that made her groan in annoyance. “Can’t we just stop at a hotel? We’ve been driving for hours!” Her voice was edged with frustration, but she couldn’t help it. She would’ve crossed her arms to make her irritation clearer, but there wasn’t enough room to do even that.

James chuckled softly, but Sirius only smirked, clearly entertained by her discomfort. She shot him a glare, but he didn’t seem the least bit fazed. Thankfully, Remus, ever the voice of reason, came to her rescue. “Alright, we’ll stop at the next hotel,” he said, his tone calm and conciliatory.

She let out a breath she didn’t even realize she had been holding. Finally. Relief washed over her, and she allowed herself to slump slightly against James’s shoulder, releasing a particularly loud huff. She could feel the slight shift of air on her face as James glanced down at her, his breath brushing against her skin. He didn’t say anything, though, for which she was grateful. She didn’t have the energy for any witty comebacks or teasing remarks right now.

The drive to the next hotel felt like an eternity, though in reality, it was only fifteen minutes. Time seemed to stretch unbearably when you were already at the end of your patience. Finally, they pulled into the parking lot of a modest roadside inn. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it had walls, a roof, and, most importantly, air conditioning.

As soon as the car came to a halt, she scrambled out, savoring the feeling of stretching her legs and breathing fresh air. Behind her, Princess leaped gracefully out of the front seat, looking as regal as ever. “Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head at the dog.

James and Sirius, still laughing, grabbed their bags from the trunk while Remus handled the check-in. Within minutes, they were in their rooms.

When they walked into the room, she noticed immediately—there were only two queen-sized beds. It wasn’t like she had expected luxury from a roadside inn, but a third bed or even a couch wouldn’t have gone unappreciated.

Before she could even voice her observation, Sirius had already claimed the bed nearest the window, tossing his bag onto it with a triumphant flourish. Remus followed with his usual unassuming grace, placing his bag neatly beside Sirius’s. That left the second bed entirely empty—well, almost. James stood at the foot of it, grinning at her like he already knew where this was headed.

“See?” Sirius said from the other bed, throwing himself onto it with dramatic flair. “Road trips aren’t so bad.”

She shot him a look that told him she wasn't in the mood.. “Don’t push your luck.”

James and Remus burst out laughing, and even she couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at the corner of her lips. Maybe road trips weren’t completely awful, but she wasn’t about to admit that out loud—not yet, anyway.

Truthfully, she didn’t mind. Sharing a bed with James was hardly an issue—they’d been best friends for years. They’d fallen asleep on the same couch during countless movie nights and even shared a tent during a particularly disastrous camping trip.

The mattress was firmer than she expected, and the room smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and something metallic she couldn’t quite place.

James leaned in close, his voice low enough that only she could hear. “For what it’s worth, I promise not to steal the blankets. Too much.”

She snorted. “That’s a lie, and we both know it.”

“Fair,” he admitted with a shrug.

Remus, ever the peacemaker, looked up from his spot by the window. “If it’s a problem, I can switch with—”

“It’s fine,” she cut in quickly. The last thing she wanted was for Remus to feel obligated to deal with Sirius’s unpredictable sleep habits. She shot him a reassuring smile. “Really. I’ll survive.”

James nudged her shoulder with his own. “You say that like it’s such a hardship to sleep next to me.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I’m just saying, if you start snoring, I might kick you off the bed.”

“I don’t snore!”

“You do.”

“I absolutely don’t.”

“You absolutely do.”

Sirius chimed in from his bed, voice muffled by the pillow he’d smashed his face into. “You both snore. Can we all shut up and sleep now?”

The ensuing laughter diffused any lingering awkwardness. She shook her head, grabbing her pajamas and retreating to the bathroom to change. When she came back, James had already claimed the side of the bed closest to the nightstand, leaving her the side nearer the window.

As she climbed in, the cool sheets a welcome relief against her overheated skin, she found herself relaxing more than she expected. James was already lying on his back, scrolling through his phone, the faint glow casting soft shadows over his features.

“Night,” he said, glancing at her with a smile that wasn’t as teasing as before.

“Night,” she replied, pulling the blanket up to her chin.

Maybe sharing a bed with James wouldn’t be so bad after all.

She woke up at 3 a.m., her mouth dry and her throat parched. For a moment, she stared at the dark ceiling, disoriented, the faint hum of the air conditioner the only sound in the room. She needed water.

Groaning softly, she began to shift, only to stop abruptly. Something was around her waist—warm and solid.

Her brain lagged for a second before realization struck. James’ arms... No - James himself.

His forearm was draped across her stomach, his hand resting lightly on her side as if it had always been there. His breathing was slow and steady, the rhythm of someone deep in sleep.

She froze, unsure what to do. Part of her wanted to wiggle free, but another part—the part that was strangely okay with the weight of his arm—hesitated. He must’ve done it unconsciously, she reasoned. James wasn’t the type to do something like this on purpose, especially not with her.

She could practically hear Sirius's teasing voice in her head if he ever found out about this.

She shifted slightly, testing to see if she could move without waking him, but the moment she did, James murmured something under his breath, his arm tightening around her.

Her breath hitched.

“Stay still,” he mumbled, his voice low and gravelly with sleep.

Her eyes widened. Was he awake?

“James?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

No response. His breathing deepened again, and she realized he was still out cold, whatever he’d said just a sleepy reflex.

For a moment, she allowed herself to relax, sinking back into the mattress. The weight of his arm was oddly comforting, and his warmth chased away the lingering chill of the air-conditioned room. She told herself she’d move—eventually. Just not yet.

She stared at the ceiling, her thoughts swirling in a way they never had before. This wasn’t the first time James had been close to her, but somehow, this felt... different.

She glanced at his face, softened by sleep, and her lips curved into a small, involuntary smile. “You’re ridiculous,” she whispered, more to herself than him.

Then, with a sigh, she closed her eyes again, letting sleep take her. Water could wait.

[k-4-ni]

4 WHOLE HOURS (NSFW)

Ever think about what DICK GRAYSON does when you're off to work?

Just dick being a dick (and a pervert)

When he builds up the courage to finally peel his eyes open, hissing through clenched teeth as the sun seeps through the curtains, it feels like it is poking his eyes out.

When he looks over his shoulder, expecting to wake up to your limp and sleepy state, expecting to snag a whiff of your expensive perfume that you insist on putting on before going to bed, expecting to catch a glimpse of your pretty complexion (that he came on multiple times the night before.)

But he didn't.

He found himself staring mindlessly at the vacant slot next to him, a harsh wave of bitter air spreading throughout his skin, his fingers lightly tracing over the wrinkles of the sheets— a trace of you before you left.

He hates— No, Abhors when you go to work, he understands that you have your problems and responsibilities to lay off but why was work so early in the morning? It's not like you'd get fired if you took a day off.

Dick pressed his lips into a tight frown, the realization of your absence dawning on him— the realization that you weren't going to join him in breakfast, or his daily run, or his daily 10-minute session of cuddling and oozing into your warmth, or—

Stop.

He'll be fine, it's not like you're gone for—4 hours.

4 whole hours, 240 whole minutes alone, waiting (im)patiently for you to come back home so he could tackle you to the floor and have a perfect excuse to fuck your brains out— And to jerk off to your panties.

He can't help it, he's the eldest son of Bruce Wayne, the one and only Batman himself, but he's one whiny orb of fuzz and sex when it comes to you, his precious girl, his moon and stars, his honey and his home— his tiny fleshlight he could pound into whenever he likes because he knows you'll be such a good girl and take it like one.

1 hour and a half into the dreadful waiting session as he already has your red-laced panties (his favourite pair) bunched up in his hands and smothered into his nose, Oh god— Your fucking scent.

His calloused hand jerks him off until his brain is absolute mush and his thighs tense and cramp as he feels his stomach coil with that familiar sensation of release, so close— on the rim, fumbling with each breathy word, your name spilling from his quivering lips, over and over again.

The base of his cock drooling with a white and milky ring, his reddened tip oozing pre-cum, wishing it was you and your warm tongue cleaning him up of his mess, his chubby balls pulling taut with each stroke, his brain all fuzzy and a putty mess of filthy thoughts and all sorts of dirty fantasies playing in his head.

One of them, feeling your silky walls tightening and grope around his meaty cock, his tip angry and bulging out with a deep red hue— evidence of his desperate edging as his hips bucked furiously against his fingers, a jolt of electricity surging through his bones— moans and moans dribbling from his lips, heavy breaths and whimpers as he near his blinding release, a sigh of pure bliss and a slimy layer of slick sweat trickling down his eyebrows and temples.

Oh, what he would do just to feel your tight cunt keeping his cock nice and warm, smooching your pelvis with each deep plunge and thrust of his hips.

He was too lost in his fantasies of you, too lost to realize he dribbled a gooey mess of his thighs and the sheets, his tongue hungry for the sweet nectar of sex.

There was no way he was making it.

And there was no way you were going to walk tomorrow.

[daddyhausen]

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 MUSICIAN/BAND MASTERLIST 」 | 「 VESSEL MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — giving vessel some motivation to keep singing

「 WARNINGS 」 — smut, 18 +, [ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ] , oral sex [ male receiving ], throatpie, cumshot, cum swallowing

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 823

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x vessel

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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he’s been locked inside the basement for the better part of the day. his frustration was evident as he could not lay down the correct vocal track for the song. his intention was breathy, moans and whispers as he sings, but his voice came out croaky and hoarse. a scowl evident behind his mask softened slightly as you stepped into view.

“everything okay, ves?”.

your voice was soft like an angel’s whisper in his ears. his anger and frustration subsided momentarily. your gaze gentle as you stared at him with a mixture of worry and understanding. he’d been recording all day, you could tell, even with the subtle hum in his response you could tell just how exasperated his voice was. 

“no, my darling”, he allowed himself to embrace you, as he stepped out of the booth in order to hold you fully. his lanky arms wrapped around your shoulders, fingers traced shapes between your shoulder blades, his chin rested atop your head. 

he felt content for a moment as he basked in the silence, the only sound was the mingled hums of your breaths within the twilight hours. vessel remained quiet, in a simple silence as he held you, he felt the frustration melt from his tired body with the warmth of your skin against his. 

“why don’t you come relax. you’ve been in here all day”, it was more of a plea than a suggestion on your part. vessel gave a small smile, his lips pursed into a thin line, small dimples indented behind the tips of his mask.

“my love, as much as i want to, i’ve have to finish this tonight”. 

he pulled away from you, as much as he hated doing so. he wanted to revel in your embrace until the end of time, to simply bask in the sensation and warmth of your skin. he began to explain how he wanted the vocals to sound, an attempt to try and to recreate the breathy wisps and sensual shudders he’d envisioned in his mind, although his replications were stark in comparison. 

you noticed the frustration begin to grow across the tall crypid’s features, how his maw would tense and contract with a soft growl, his fists clenched around the microphone stand, he was surely to burn himself out at this rate. 

“i think i may have a solution,” you remarked, a subtle smirk across your lips as you entered the booth with him. vessel cocked his head to the side as two two of you stood cramped inside the small recording booth. 

“just relax for me”.

vessel nodded, confused at your comment. his eyes widened as you slowly sunk to your knees before him, your hand palmed his semi-hard cock through his shrouds. 

“l-love..?” 

“shh ves. just relax” 

you freed his engorged cock from behind his shrouds, the appendage hung heavy in your palm, it softly throbbed and twitch with arousal against your skin. you placed gentle kisses to the tip, you circled the cock-head with your tongue, you adored the way he began to whimper and shudder. 

“start singing, love” 

he gave a small nod in response to your instructions, a choked moan escaped his lips as you wrapped your lips around his swollen cockhead, languid in your movements as you began to suck him off. he stared down as you for a moment, the lyrics beginning to flow from his lips in mutters and whines. 

you took him deeper, feeling his cock stiffen down your throat. vessel had to grip the microphone stand for stability, not wanting to tug at your hair for the moment, he would not be able to control himself otherwise. the words flowed from his lips exactly how he envisioned them, a sense of satisfaction washed over him as he completed the song taking your head in his hands, sinking his cock deeper down your throat.

“fuck…thank you, my love” 

his grunts and groan became more frantic the longer you progressed, taking him deeper, inch by inch until he was nestled comfortable in the back of your throat. he adored the way you’d occasionally gag around his length, the subtle constriction of your throat provided him with nothing but pleasure, ebbing him closer to release. 

“oh darling…please…i’m so close” 

vessel became restless his orgasm nearing and fast. his cock slamming into the back of your throat with reckless abandon, not caring how loud he was being, the booth was soundproof anyways. he came down your throat, his hot cum seeping from the corners of your mouth, down your chin and neck before he eventually pulled out, letting his cock throb against your tongue for a moment, slapping the swollen cock-head against your bottom lip. he brought you to your feet carefully, placing a chaste kiss to your lips, tasting his cum on those petal shaped buds.

he only hopes to keep the last five minutes of the track in the final version. 

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[f1nalboys]

hiii um. feel free to say no and i kind of feel embarrassed asking lmao but. ian mckinley and breeding kink with fem reader? >//<

NEVER EVER EVER FEEL EMBARRASSED FOR REQUESTING THIS listen im not saying that ian has to breed you everytime he gets high but thats exactly what im saying...... if you dont like the high aspect of this or if i used pronouns.descriptions ur uncomfy with, feel free to send another ask and i can fix it up/rewrite it!!!! otherwise, i hope you enjoy :D

Ian McKinley x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1548

WARNINGS: nsfw, breeding, creampie, talk of breeding/ getting pregnant/getting knocked up, high sex (bc its ian and im right), car sex, pretty tame compared to most of my stuff!!! barely proofread honestly so sorry if theres any mistakes <3

Though the smoke is thick, lazily flowing from his lips, you can still make out his red cheeks and that shit eating grin. His gaze, like always, is on you and intense, making you shift in your spot opposite of him. “C’mere,” he says, coughing slightly as he nods his head, arm slung over the headrest of the backseat. You grin, closing the gap between you two and nestling into his side. His nose runs along your cheek, his eyes closed, as he breathes in. “Fuck, you smell good, y’know that?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ian whispers back quickly, the word tumbling from his lips as he dips his head down to kiss at your jaw. You sigh, tilting your head as he continues down your neck, his hand dragging down your bare arm, his rings cold against your warm skin. His lips move expertly, finding the spot that has you letting out a soft gasp, goosebumps rising on your skin. “There you go,” he praises, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh as he trails down further. “You feelin’ it yet?”

You muster up a hum, nodding your head. Of course you could feel it; the two of you had been smoking on and off in his car for the last hour, shedding your warm winter layers as the car continued to heat up, leaving you in your pants and tank top, Ian in his jeans. His breath had long become your own, adding to the sensation of floating you felt. “God…” You grunt, eyes closing as he nips and bites at the thin flesh of your neck, soothing it with his tongue, the cool metal of his piercing sending a shiver down your spine. “Ian, we can’t.” You say, a flimsy sentence you had no plans on doubling down on.

He ignores you, hand drifting to cup you over your jeans for a moment before trailing up to your chest where he squeezes, his tongue and lips and teeth still marking you. You feel dizzy, your mind gone, unable to focus on anything but him. You always got like this when he kissed you, but when the two of you were high he was borderline addictive. “Yeah we can, baby,” Ian says, pulling back and letting go of your tit to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him.

Ian’s lips are pink and swollen, his cheeks red, his pupils dilated. His eyes search yours briefly and he smiles, leaning in to kiss you. “Lean back.” He grunts against your lips, pulling away to shove off his jeans. The back of his car is cramped but somehow you manage to lay back against the warm leather seats and have your pants pushed down to your ankles before Ian’s hands are back on you. He helps you take the rest off before spreading your legs at the knee, cursing under his breath. You blush, rolling your eyes at him.

“You’ve seen me naked a million times, Ian.”

“I’m pretty fucking lucky, aren’t I?” He teases, kissing your knee before leaning over you. You squirm remembering your first time with Ian, how he had told you over and over again you were made for him, how he fit against and inside you so perfectly it was meant to be. Ians’ breath is warm against your skin and you moan softly, looking down at where you meet, his hand wrapped around his cock as he slowly swipes it through your folds. “So wet already. Forgot weed goes straight to your cunt, baby.”

You whine slightly as you grind your hips against his tip, silently begging, before you hum. “You totally didn’t forget.” He laughs, confirming, before he grunts, the tip of his cock pushing against your hole. One thing about Ian, high or not, was that he loved to tease you, to dangle what you wanted over your head, keep it just out of reach, until you begged. “Ian, please! C’mon, d-don’t fuck around, dickhead.”

His eyes snap away from his hardening cock to your eyes, narrowing them slightly. “That’s not how you ask and you know it.” He says, his voice frighteningly calm and level. He pushes his cock against you again, sliding it through your folds with a hiss, his eyes never leaving yours as the sound of his cock sliding through your wetness filled the car. “C’mon, I know you can beg like a slut, sweetheart. Don’t tell me you’re all fucked out already?”

“Shut up.”

“I'm waiting.”

You look between him and his cock, groaning in frustration as the tip of his cock slides against your clit, too softly to do anything other than tease you. “Okay, okay!” You say and he gives you a pleased smile, waiting. It was harder to get you to this point when you were sober, too shy and too stubborn to listen. “Please fuck me, baby, okay? I need it, you know that.” You whine, your arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer, your lips hovering against his. “I’ll even let you do that thing you like.” You whisper, grinning when he pulls his head back a bit to get a better look at you with an eyebrow raised. “Please, Ian? I want you cum in me.”

There’s a brief pause as he registers what you’ve whispered to him, his eyes widening before he kisses you hard, his hand fumbling to line himself up with your hole. “Holy fuck, baby.” Ian’s head rests in the crook of your neck, his pale body pressed against yours in the cramped car, the tip of his cock pushes inside you. His lips brush against your neck, tongue swiping over your salty skin as you moan. His hips move slowly, groaning as he bottoms out. “Fucking take it so well, don’t you? You were just made to take my cock, baby, see how good I feel inside you? Shit, I love you, I love your fucking pussy.”

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you adjust to his size, your cunt pulsing around his cock. Despite being with Ian for as long as you have been (and fucking him just as long, if not longer,) it still took you a minute before you could tell him to start moving. His cock was long, curving upwards, always managing to hit the spot inside you that made your vision go white around the edges. “O-okay… you can move.” You breathe out and Ian is pulling out only to slam back in. You yelp as he sets his pace, fast and rough, grunts and whines slipping from his lips.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight.” He moans, one arm next to your head propping himself up as he ruts inside you. “C-can you, shit, Y/N, can you talk? Please, baby, I wanna hear how bad you want it, okay?” Ian's voice cracks slightly, his face hovering above yours, eyes searching yours. “I know you need my cum, don’t you? Need my fuckin’ load inside you, dripping out, breeding you.” 

You nod your head quickly, moaning, your hips rocking against his cock, plunging him deeper inside you. His moan is high pitched, a whimper, and his thrusts begin to lose tempo. “Fuck, Ian, baby, I do need it. I need you to breed me so bad, I need you to cum inside me, knock me up, fuck,” you moan, babbling as he continues to fuck you. Your words, your gasps, your moans; they all drive Ian fucking crazy. 

His thrusts grow sloppier and now his entire weight is on you, his forehead pressed against yours, his cock barely pulling out with each thrust. The tip of his cock hits into your g-spot over and over again, forcing all the air out of your lungs as the pleasure builds. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunts, shuddering as his hips begin to sputter. “M’gonna fucking cum, holy fuck. Gonna knock you up, baby, get you pregnant. Pussy’s gonna be leaking once I’m done with you. Fuck, I’m cumming.” 

Ian thrusts inside you a few more times before slamming all the way back in with a loud grunt, cumming inside you. You catch your breath as he rocks his hips, your cunt squeezing around him, milking his cock. His eyes open and he lifts his forehead from yours, giving you a lazy pleased grin. “That felt good.” You say with a grin, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Yeah? You liked me breeding you baby?” Ian asks, kissing your cheek and down to your neck again. You hum, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of his lips. You feel Ian begin to thrust again, gently, and you gasp softly, opening your eyes and looking at him in confusion. He grins, a flash of something dark in his eyes. “What? You thought you weren’t gonna cum tonight, baby?” He tsks, shaking his head as he hisses from overstimulation, rocking his hips back and forth. “Nah, gotta feel you cum around me baby. You can show me a few times, can’t you?”  He leans his forehead against your own once more, his pace getting faster as soft moans leave your lips. “Besides, I need to breed you a few more times anyways. Gotta make sure it sticks, don’t I, baby?

[irl-w0lverine]

do you write for austin sommers? i’d love a period sex austin fic if it’s something your comfortable with <3

October 2nd - austin sommers smut

Pairing : Austin sommers x reader

Warnings : period oral, just periods in general, consumption of period blood

A/n : some people might find this disgusting but austin has needs too 🤷‍♀️ also day 1 of my october fics! (posting a fic every other day)

"hey.. You alright?" you hear Austin ask, your body curled up as your cramps kick your ass.

"mhm" is all you manage to grunt. "im fine.. Just cramps"

"well.. Y'know... I heard that orgasming can help like... Soothe them.. Or whatever" he says, trying to seem nonchalant. "and you know me.. I have needs too"

You can see the cheeky smirk set on his lips, imediately knowing what hes thinking of.

"but theres gonna be alot of blood... I dont want you to get... Messy" you had a thing for overdramatising stuff and austin knew. But that wouldn't stop him from shutting you up with a deep kiss.

"just shut up and let me work my magic" he whispers in your ear, his lips trailing down your neck.

His face soon gets to your heat, pulling down your shorts and underwear.

Without a single warning, he connects his mouth to your clit, his tounge occasionally slipping lower and getting teasing tastes of your blood.

".. Mmmmh... This is really what i needed" he mumbles into your pussy, moving his mouth slightly more so hes now just making out with your heat, trying to consume as much of the crimson liquid as he can.

Your hips subtly move against his face, needing more than just gentle movements.

You see him look up at you, smirking with his bloody mouth. "good girl, i promise you'll get what you want.. Just give me a little longer" he mumbles as he slips his tounge inside your hole, teasing you slightly.

"please.. I dont wanna wait any longer..." your eyes meet his, your voice pleading. Your hips are restless againsy his face but finally he gets up, hasily unbuckling his trousers and dropping his boxers to the floor.

"such a shame all this blood is gonna have to go to waste..." he sighs, slowly pushing himself inside you.

His hips begin slowly push his length deeper inside, trying to start off gentle. You can tell it wont last long. He probably wont last long.

As you suspected, his hips begin to snap back and fourth at a fast pace, pausing only to bend you over the bed instead.

You can feel the multiple stinging sensations of the multiple glowing red slap imprints on your backside but it all blends into pleasure soon enough. You begin to follow his thrusts, your legs begining to quiver as you feel the knot forming in your stomach.

Your walls start to contract around his cock, his climax also approaching like an oncumming train.

Not even a minute later, your vocals prouduce a long string of squeaky, whimpery moans. Austin follows along soon after, a few grunts slipping through his lips.

"... Mmm.. You did so good.. I hope my theory was right" he mumbles with a satisfied grin, patting your stomach gently.

God. That's gonna be a mess to clean up.

A/n: ive honestly never written an austin fic let alone read one so im sorry for mischarecterisation! This is also the first fic ive written on the app so im just tryna get used to that

Thanks for reading <3

[cripplecharacters]

Hi! I have a character that has a slight limp due to injury, Im not sure if it counts as a disability or if this is the correct place to ask since what I find online differs a lot, but I figured it wasn’t wrong to ask. I’d like to know if there’s some advice from someone with personal experience. I know it depends on many factors, like the type of injury, the severity, etc. But I think all kind of input would be nice! I’m specially interested in difficulties people don’t usually consider (Does your bad leg bothers you even if you’re sitting down? Is there something that aggravates it that isn’t usually considered?) and misconceptions people may have (How much can you actually endure? Can you actually push yourself to do something (like run) or is it straight up imposible?). Most of the things I find online are about cures and hypotheticals so I’d like to know more about the mechanics about living with one. Any advice would be useful! Thanks!

Hello!

Yes, a limp can be a disability, especially if the underlying cause of it affects the person in other ways too. That being said, there are people who have permanent limps that wouldn't consider themselves to be disabled, which may be why you've found some conflicting information online.

To give some context for my further answers: I have a pretty bad limp in my right leg, which was caused by a past injury and has only gotten worse over time due to my chronic pain and issues with my joints -- especially those in the lower half of my body. I use a cane full time because of it and have used a wheelchair before when it gets bad.

You are right that it depends a lot on somebody's specific situation such as the cause and severity of their limp, but it also depends on other factors such as the part of their leg that is affected and any other conditions they may have.

Keep in mind that a limp is always the result of something, not the cause.

In my case, it's from my past injury to the leg as well as my chronic pain and other condition(s). However, the root cause isn't always pain in the leg or even in the leg at all. A limp can also be caused from an injury to the spine/back or other places in the body, chronic conditions such as arthritis, limb differences such as a leg length discrepancy, several neurological conditions, and a whole host of other things.

Because of all the different causes of a limp and the different factors that can impact somebody's situation, people's experiences can differ greatly. I can only speak from my own experience, so please keep that in mind.

Now, to address some specific questions you've asked:

Does your bad leg bother you even if you're sitting down?

I'm at the point where I don't typically notice my pain unless it's much better or much worse than usual. It's just a constant sensation in my life that I've gotten used to (For lack of a better term).

That said: I find that my bad leg is usually bothering me regardless of the position, though sitting or laying down is almost always better for it. It doesn't stop the pain entirely, but it does help to ease it and prevent my leg from feeling stiff or cramping.

With that in mind, it depends on how I'm sitting. Having my leg folded up (Such as when sitting cross legged) or sitting on my leg is the worst, even compared to standing, especially when in close quarters such as the back or middle seat in a car.

Most of the time, I'm fine with sitting in a chair normally or even cross legged with my bad leg pulled up but having my leg stretched out is better since it doesn't start to cramp or seize up.

The best position I've found is sitting normally on a chair with my bad leg outstretched and propped up slightly on a stool or a lower chair. Propping it up too high (Such as straight out or above the chair I'm sitting on) causes my knee to overextend, which makes my pain worse, while propping it up too low is just an awkward position and doesn't help.

On days when it's worse, sitting down doesn't do much for me except stop the pain from actively getting worse. These are usually the days where I can't stand for longer than a minute or two unassisted and for around five minutes with my cane or another support.

Is there something that aggravates it that isn't usually considered?

To be honest, I rarely see characters with limps in the media I consume so I'm not sure what kind of things are already considered as it is. That said, here are some of the factors I find make it worse:

Overuse: Being on my feet or pushing myself the previous day can cause the next day to be much worse. Before I stopped being able to play sports, I found that my limp was always worse after a hockey game or a particularly active practice. I'm still fairly active even without organized sports (Though I do play wheelchair basketball on occasion) and I now find that my leg is worse and my limp is more pronounced after I've been hiking or walking around.

Underuse: On the other hand, spending the day in bed or in one position also doesn't do me any good. My leg begins to ache and cramp up if I can't stretch it frequently. In general, a good balance for me has always been shorter, frequent walks throughout the day or one longer but slow-paced walk.

Standing Still: This may sound counter-intuitive but standing still (Or generally keeping my leg in the same position for so long) actually aggravates my leg more than being active does. Walking around allows me to move and stretch my leg out. Keeping it in one position too long makes the pain worse and causes it to seize up and cramp. If I'm able to, I'll usually try walking back and forth or even just taking a few steps but sometimes this isn't possible when waiting in line.

Weather: When there's a sudden shift in the weather, especially in the air pressure or when it becomes damp, my leg tends to ache more and be more stiff. Usually this is when a big storm is coming or there's a drastic shift in temperature but even just cold or damp weather in general makes it worse. I don't fully understand the science behind it myself, but this article [Link] goes into it a bit.

Other Injuries/Pain: Though this isn't something people tend to think about, having pain in other parts of the body (Especially the opposite leg) can make my limp worse. If it's pain in a completely different part of the body such as a headache or stomach ache, it usually has no effect. For pain in my back, arms, or other leg, however, it can have a big effect. This is usually because my bad leg has to compensate in some way. This could mean putting more weight on my bad leg to take weight off of a sprained ankle on my 'good' leg, walking with a slightly different gait to avoid worsening back pain, or needing to use my cane on the other side to compensate for shoulder/arm pain.

Poor Footwear: This is one I am... very guilty of. My combat boots don't have the best support but they're what I have right now and I can’t afford better footwear or orthotics right now. This is to say, wearing poor footwear such as flipflops, sandals, or other shoes without proper support will make a limp worse. I don't personally notice much of a difference with my boots since I use them all the time regardless but wearing flipflops is very difficult because I have no stability in them.

Something to note is that sometimes bad days can come on with seemingly no cause at all. Though I don't doubt that there is something influencing it in the background, it's not always possible to pinpoint what it is.

How much can you actually endure? Can you actually push yourself to do something (Like run) or is it straight up impossible?

On a good day, I'm sure I could run for a bit if I absolutely had to but I would certainly be paying for it later. Running puts a lot of strain on my leg and I know from experience that on a very bad day, I wouldn't be able to get very far without my leg giving out, even if it was a life or death situation. I'm unsure how adrenaline would effect that, however.

Something to keep in mind is that for a lot of people with limps and/or chronic pain (Myself included), the pain is rarely linear. There are days where I feel great and I barely notice it and there are other days where I can hardly walk without wanting to cry from the pain. And I have a fairly high pain tolerance.

In general, I am fairly fast with my cane. I'm able to walk at the same speed as most people my age and I generally tend to outpace them on a good day. My cane helps me avoid putting too much weight/strain on my leg and also helps with my balance issues. Without my cane, I'm usually in too much pain and don't have the stability to walk normally.

Whenever I do have to push myself to do something (Such as navigating the stairs during a fire drill or carrying my gecko's terrarium into my room), I try to get ahead of the pain if it doesn't show up immediately. Ice packs help to mitigate any swelling or pain that might come and I usually have pain meds with me to take just in case. I usually take a Tylenol (Or the generic version) and an Advil (Or the generic version). This is at the advice of my doctor to help with my specific issues, I strongly advise against mixing pain meds without approval from your doctor.

Phew, that was more than I thought I'd type about this! Hopefully some of this is helpful, I'm also happy to answer any more questions you might have!

Cheers,

~ Mod Icarus

[outofboundsarchives]

Ugh thinking about incel Charlie again

/Fem reader/

CW for: slight noncon and manipulation

•This man has such an incel mentality it's not even funny. He literally stabbed a girl for not paying attention to him

•He would never force anything on you outright, but if you said you weren't in the mood, he'd try to convince you. He'd nuzzle his face against your neck, kissing your soft skin and whispering in your ear

"Baby please, it's been a week. You can't keep doing this to me"

•He'd grab your hand and press it against the front of his jeans, his cock painfully hard as he rubs your hand up and down his clothed cock

"Just a few minutes I promise, you don't even have to do anything."

"Cmon please, you know how hard it is for me to get myself off"

•When you finally cave, he would be relentless. He'd push in too quickly, not letting up as you gasped and begged him to give you a moment

"I know i know, It'll get better just give it a minute"

"Im sorry youre just-youre so warm i cant stop"

•His arms would wrap around you as he pounded into your poor unprepared body. Every time you'd try to protest or ask him to slow down he'd coax you all over again

"Please baby, just a little more. You feel so good, almost done okay?"

"You already made me wait so long, I can't wait anymore"

•When he would finish, he'd pull out, cumming all over your stomach before sliding down the bed, planting his lips against your abused cunt

•He's kind of a bad boyfriend, but he's gotta keep you around somehow

•He'd hush you as you whined, sliding his tongue up and down your slit, borderline making out with your swollen clit

•The warmth from his mouth would almost numb the soreness, and the cramping pain that would pulse against your bruised cervix. Your legs would tremble from the hot sensation and the previous abuse

•His hands would tighten around your hips as you began to lift your back off the bed, and press harder against his sloppy face. You can feel him chuckle against you as you start to reach your release, your hands finding his brown curly locks.

•He'd pull away just as you almost cum, making you spill a fountain of "No"s and "Please"s

•Begging, just like he wanted you to, because that means it was your idea after all

"What's the matter baby? I thought you weren't in the mood?"

•His fingers would push into your used hole as his tongue lapped at your clit. His eyes would be glued to your writhing body as you come undone before him.

•He'd crawl up the bed, hovering over you as you both catch your breath

"Do you feel better baby? Yeah, you did so good. Thank you for helping me feel better"

•He would help you clean up before pulling you close and running his fingers through your hair, and over your back and shoulders. He would give you little compliments that made you doubt that you weren't into it at the very beginning

"I love making you feel good, I'm glad you had a good time"

(Ahhhh nervous about using Tumblr again but i love writing here so much. Please send me some Rory characters requests. I love all your ideas🩷)

[tatteredtoby]

so incredibly sleepy. But. Ftm reader (Highschool au) with unsupportive parents x Simon (theater/theatre au as well)

A Panic/Anxiety attack will be described, so will transphobia and very uncomfortable sensations. Self misgendering, as well. (This is targeted towards myself!) If that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to click the back button.

Angst that turns into fluff

Agluff!

You had bought a binder without your parent’s permission, and had been keeping it in the dressing room for the show. It was opening night, and you were playing a male character. Nothing could go wrong. You felt the adrenaline pumping, you were shaking out of excitement, then you remembered, your parents would be in the crowd that night.

Your chest starts heaving. Your vision blurs after it darts around. You land on the ground, backing into a set piece and hiding behind it. The happy shaking turns to terror induced shaking.

Your director yells out “5 minutes before show people!” Before noticing you. Oh Ms. Emily. She was so incredibly supportive. She gasps as she notices you, since you startled her with your heavy breathing.

She shuffles out onto stage, taking center and facing the audience.

“We have a small problem backstage. The show will be held back a few minutes, I am very sorry for this inconvenience.”

SMALL????

This was not small. Your world was closing in on you. It felt like Jell-O or Oobleck was being poured over you, or you were being cemented into a wall against your will. The binder only made it worse. It tightened around your armpits and sucked in your chest, which made the caving feeling worse. You fiddled with your costume before throwing off the excess pieces.

You barely notice the tall stature coming into view before you’re pulled out of deep water by two costumed hands.

“Hey, hey, im here, it’s me. It’s Simon. What’s wrong, can you say it or is it too much to talk about?” He gently utters, kneeling closer to you.

You barely babble out, “‘s too much..” Before your vision starts to go in and out. He notices. You’re swaying too much for it to be your normal rocking. He latches his hands onto you and pulls you into his chest, like a life raft after drowning at sea for centuries.

“I’m right here. It’s okay. Your parents won’t even notice. You can tell them that it was a casting issue, and you were just cast because of how they liked your auditions performance, alright?” He whispers, rubbing your back very gently.

“I gotcha. I gotcha.” He mutters, holding you closer to him. It feels like this hold is meant for a wounded dog, not a 17 year old gir-boy.

He cups your face like he would a wounded pigeon. He’s got eyeliner on. Specifically on his waterline. His cheeks are dusted with powdered blush. His arms are covered in black cloth, specifically for his role as a Crow. The entire show was written by you, only taken up by Ms. Emily and practically blocked by you in its entirety. You played Satans Cat. (Two little city animals who are a contrast difference to eachother go on a journey that changed them forever, or smth. Idk. Sleepy.) He wore big wings with straps on his thumbs to keep in place. You wore cat ears and a tail. You felt so good in your costume. You had many costume pieces to hide your chest, and you just looked so boyish all around.

“You alright now?” He asks, tone in his voice evident he’s trying to hide the fact he noticed you glancing for a prolonged period of time.

“Yea. I’ve got some time..I’ll go splash my face with water.”

“You’ll be alright, Felid.”

“That I will be, Corvus.”

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very sleepy atm. I’m projecting as well. Felid comes ffrom the name for cat in fancy. Look up cat. And for “Corvus” look up Crow. I don’t got time to explain it.

Cramps kicking me in my stomach ballsack. This some bullshit.

[doulayogimama]

Thank you all for the congratulations 🫶🏽

Im super early so I’m cautiously optimistic, but we’re so happy! I can’t believe we got pregnant on our first real month of TTC w/ Oura + NC. ✨

This honestly feels pretty similar to last time except I don’t have a migraine. With Sky, I had a gnarly headache for days before I tested.

With this one, two days after conception, I felt *twinges* in my uterus. Not cramps. More like tugs. I remember wanting to write that here so badly but I was like NO. No symptom spotting on tumblr every month 😅 But that was my first 👀

Then a few days after that, my boobs started aching. Then I noticed acne in a place I don’t get acne (another pregnancy sign for me). I definitely feel a heaviness in my uterus that feels familiar. It’s like… an aching? And I feel the little tugs in my uterus still. It’s just so weird to feel these physical sensations and be like “yes this!!! I know this!!!”

[hongism]

hi caly, hope you're well! i know it kinda sucks to ask you this and believe me I'm not trying to pressure you or anything, its more of a question out of despair and eagerness to have some news on moc... but do you know when the next update will be? and if you do, could you bless us with a little snippet? 🥺😔

anyways, drink lots of water and stay healthy, luv u!

hi love don't worry hehe you asked v nicely and sweetly i don't mind at all 🫶 im really really hoping and aiming to have the next chapter up by the end of the month! it's a personal goal of mine this year to try to put at least one chapter out every month if i can but if i could do more than that i would be so super thrilled and happy,,,, we'll see tho!!! ofc i can give a itsy bitsy snippet too <33

When you come to, you almost don’t realize that you have woken up at all because you open your eyes to complete darkness. The first thing you notice is the weight at your back, something digging into your shoulder blades and making you wildly uncomfortable, but that sensation is pushed to the back of your mind as your brain starts catching up with the reality you’re in. Your right arm does not feel wholly attached to your body in any way, and even when you attempt to use it to help move around in the cramped space you’re in, it refuses to budge at all. Above you, there is a firm plank of wood that slots into your faux coffin so perfectly you imagine it’s aiming to act as your grave. In your left ear, you hear a quiet yet unsettling whispering coming from outside the box. “I know you’re there,” comes the distorted yet familiar tone, “I’ll pull every splinter of wood off this box to reach you. You can’t hide forever.” You swing your left arm up as hard as you can manage given the limited space you have to deal with, ramming your elbow into the block of wood over your body. The huffs of your breathing make the enclosure feel that much smaller, and in turn, it causes your moves to lean more frantic than an organized attempt to escape. “Keep struggling just like that. I like a fight~” The voice belongs to San — there’s no doubt about that — and yet it sounds nothing like your San.

[methylphenidate-already-taken]

A dragon keeping their finest treasure (a prey) safe and warm in their tum? I've always really liked the concept of being kept safe in a belly by such a 'greedy' being.

Yes yes yes 1000% yes

You're tapping into another part of my brain that may or may not like object vore.

Im just gonna,,

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You watch as the gemstone slides down your captor's throat... which would be a boringly long wait with their cartoonishly large neck, but you find yourself fixated the whole time.

Things could be worse. The Dragon, whom you have decided to name Glut (short for gluttony; it's not too creative, but it works), had taken good care of you. You can feel the sunlight on supervised outings in the fields near their den. They even bring you home a lamb every few days and wood so you can make a fire and roast it. This was after you refused to eat... erm, any bipedal meat. Most importantly, though, they keep you warm at night.

It returns to that damn gemstone, an opal, now deposited in Glut's stomach with a content gurgle. Glut doesn't eat every treasure they get: only the most precious, and in this case, fragile, pieces. Opal cracks if it's not kept moist. It's why opal jewelry needs to be worn often.

At first, you thought it was because you were fragile, prone to freezing at night, surrounded by the rocky cave walls. You believed that Glut swallowed you up most nights only to prevent hypothermia. He made it very clear that the few precious pieces in there with you were not meant to be touched.

Not that you could see any of them. You could barely see your hands in front of you. The only break from the darkness was yet another part of the dragon, just a slight glow, barely visible unless you squint, from Glut’s burning fire inside. That was until a crystal ball became one of their many treasures. It glowed, allowing you to see, and appreciate the treasure inside. Once Gult understood you really did see the value, you were allowed to move things around.  

"Getting lost in thought now, are we?"

Glut's low, rumbling voice practically shook the cave walls; you could almost feel it in your bones. They sounded so amused, and you're sure if they had an eyebrow, they'd be cocking it. However, when you open your mouth to apologize, their jaws quickly descend upon you.

You know it's safe. You always know it's safe. That split second still makes your heart stop every time, though. Glut is quick to gently gulp you down, as if handling any of their other fragiles. Their razor-sharp teeth pinned your ankles but didn't even break the skin. Sometimes you wondered if that was physical or if magical intervention was involved in keeping you intact.

There's never too much time to think of it when you're getting eaten alive. You can feel gravity shift as they lift their head up, using the force to aid with your descent. Inside is hot, cramped and... You've grown used to the sensation of the firm muscle pulling you deeper and deeper into the beast. At least they were soft; at least it made Glut happy. You wished they wouldn't swallow you head-first so much, though...

It didn't matter in the end, because no matter how much you squirmed and fought for freedom, you never got it, so the short ride, and particularly it's ending, had become somewhat calming. Maybe. Your brain had trouble coming to terms with that. 

Before you know it, pressure rolls up your body as you pass the Dragon's neck, then, an even tighter squeeze before you sink into their stomach with a harmless gurgle. Glut hums contently at your annoyed kick. They had agreed to give you a warning first. 

"Oh don't give me that~" Glut purrs. They got back to picking up another one of their precious treasures, poking their forked tongue out at the pretty colours. They were a dork in the end, really. "I saw that look you were giving my neck, you were practically begging to go in with just your eyes. It was impressive~."

You feel the chamber around you shake with Glut's warm laugh, and you smile. At this point, you're a master at not getting smothered by any treasure that slides around with all that movement. You've settled right in, in fact. 

Today, though, you don't have to worry about that too much. Most of their prized possessions aside from the opal and that same crystal ball are in their broad pouch, a calmer fleshy compartment adjacent to you in their warm stomach. It was less slimy, gurgly, and gross, really, but that meant it was less personal. Something about being squished and moved by the warm flesh of Glut's strong gut felt right. You weren't their young, you don't belong in that pouch, you're something unique, and you both knew deep down Glut's stomach was where you were meant to be. The crystal ball and the gemstone are warm as they press into you when the stomach walls squeeze you tightly. Glut wasn't laying down, so that was a hug directly from the Dragon's contented stomach. 

 You used to just think you were in here because you were fragile. Glut just wanted you well preserved. That's still the case, of course. Right now, though, not only is Glut keeping you warm and protected, Glut is prepping to move for the winter. Just a few mountain ranges over, so they can be by the hot springs. 

They've eaten you just now to take you with them—their most precious treasure.