#like what do you mean you’re a fetus

[skz-miroh]

horrifying how many people are saying that they’re younger than pinof wtf

[sagelasters]

barbados is a mindset

“Yes. You are now in Barbados. And so… you see Barbados, and you see America from Barbados, and you can smell the tropical land of Barbados, see only the little homes of Barbados, and that’s all you do. You just simply sleep this night in Barbados.” - Abdullah tells Neville.

Before Neville Goddard knew of the law and practiced it, his country was plunged in a state of instability. Poverty runs rampant as the global stock market crashes, sparking panic and leaving many penniless. Neville explained the vivid details of homeless people scattered all over tunnels and city square, eyes void of hope for the future. He was unemployed just like millions of others, his career as a dancer wasn’t enough to support his living. Neville lived in a basement for years with little to no income until one day, he met his friend, Abdullah. 

Abdullah was well-off and is the son of the US secretary of the Treasury, who served under the 32nd president. The differences between them were large and Neville was aware of it. He confided in his friend and told him that he has this haunting desire to visit Barbados again. The only thing that was stopping Neville though, was the lack of money. In which Abdullah says, 

“You are in Barbados.”

Of course, Neville thought he was nuts but the man decided to try and assume that he was in Barbados. That night, he went to sleep thinking that he would wake up in Barbados, only to be disappointed that he woke up in the cold basement he called his home. Neville would come back and tell Abdullah that it didn’t work, only for the latter to ignore him. Despite that Neville kept persisting and on the morning of December, he got a letter from his older brother asking him to visit his family in Barbados – his brother had paid a third class ticket. Excited, Neville told Abdullah that he is going to Barbados however, his friend was unimpressed. Abdullah told Neville that he wasn’t boarding a third class ticket, he was going to go there with a first class ticket. 

And guess what? When Neville gave his ticket to the clerk by the desk as they’re checking in passengers, they told him that someone canceled their first class ticket, therefore a spot was available for him. 

Abdullah ignored Neville when he said ‘it didn’t work’ because it did work, if Neville was assuming that he was in Barbados, they wouldn’t be having this discussion about him not being there. What can you take from this story? I would say that unfortunate circumstances don't matter, especially when we see how bad and dire Neville’s financial situation was. Come on, he was in a country torn apart by war and poverty, yet he was still able to visit Barbados. Neville didn’t think of how he’d get there, he just simply assumed that he was there, and his 3D reality follows right after. 

Barbados is a mindset. If you can imagine yourself having it and then accept that it is yours, you’re at the end. Your assumption is the fetus, continue nourishing it with beliefs and affirmations – let that child grow and become. If you drop your assumption that basically means you’re neglecting the fetus, and it will eventually die from starvation. 

It doesn't matter if you have no money, it doesn't matter if you're in an abusive situation, it doesn't matter that you barely have a roof over your head. You are already in Barbados, tune into your inner man and bask in that.

EDIT: My apologies for getting the information mixed up. Abdullah is not the son of US secretary, rather he lived in a house that was rented by the latter. Sorry for the confusion!

[darnell-la]

𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧

pairing: old man!logan howlett x young female!reader

warnings: staring, rude people in public, Logan with no emotion, begging, oral (male receiving), riding, doggy, neck kisses, slightly forced cream pie, multiple orgasm, moans from both sides, very rough sex, angry animalistic Logan, etc.

request: Hi! I love your work, Could I request Oldman!Logan x young fem!reader (22 years) that has a baby fever and really wants to have Logan's baby (also to shut the mouths of those who make fun of her dating an older man), she decides to prepare a surprise for him so that he can get her pregnant soon. Reader is needy and Logan is rude.

note: Logan as always is mean and an over-thinker, but he can’t seem to not give what his perfect girl wants. A breeding session.

teaser - Logan gets kinda subby in here. can’t stop cumming…

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How do you guys feel about an X-Men story with the reader? Logan is rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again because he’s scared of the love he grew for her. It’ll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!

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“Stop gettin’ in your feelings, Bub. They ain’t gon stop,” Logan said, talking about the people looking their way in the expensive restaurant Logan decided to take y/n out at.

“But, isn’t it rude? Why do they care so much about who I’m with? Or who you’re with!?” Y/n tried whispering and keeping her facial expressions normal. She didn’t want them to know she was bothered, but it wasn’t hard to see.

“Just relax, Bub — Ain’t nun gon happen with a few eyes lookin’ attcha,” Logan had picked up the menu to continue searching through what he wanted to order for himself and his girl.

“Are you two ready, or shall you get more time?” The man asked in an accent that made Logan roll his eyes. “Just appetizers for now. Gonna get the cheese bites with a side of marinara sauce, and two Caesar salads,”

“And drinks?” The waiter asked as he looked at y/n, wanting to hear the young lady talk as he was done listening to the older grumpy man.

“I’ll have a whiskey, no ice, and she’ll have water for now,” Logan ordered for her, eyes still on the menu as y/n faked a bright smile on her face so at least one of them looked like they wanted to be here.

“Are you sure that’s all you want? We have a lot of cocktails. Even mocktails if you’re not feeling alcohol going lady,” Logan laughed at the small sign the water gave. They always go.

“She’s fine, trust me,” Logan said, leaning his girl from head to toe. He knew her like a book. He knew her life at the back of his hands. He loved showing it too.

“I’m fine, thank you,” y/n smiled at the man as he looked at Logan. He wanted to speak, say something, but he couldn’t. Logan wasn’t actually doing anything to make the man complain.

“Get a load of that guy,” y/n rolled her eyes as he walked off. “Yep,” Logan said, not really caring. “Why are you always so calm? He was disrespecting us. Disrespecting you,” y/n said, confused about why the man never cared.

“I’m still alive, aren’t I? You’re making it seem like that fetus of a man shot at me,” y/n rolled her eyes and sat back as she crossed her arms, upset at the lack of care Logan had. She felt like she was the only one who cared about things.

Throughout the night, Logan made small talk with y/n to ease her mood. She tried to stay upset at the man, but the hand grabs, foot nudges, and complements made her melt

“Said you had a surprise for me, Bub?” Logan asked as the two made it into the hotel that Logan bought for the night. The top floor had a good view, a view he knew y/n would love.

“Yeah, but I thought we were going back to the house,” y/n pouted, a bit tipsy as Logan carried her through the door. “I know, and I apologize, princess. If you left it at the house, you can give it to me tomorrow. Or I can go get it now?” Logan suggested.

“No, no, you don’t have to do all that. I-I got it. I got it,” Y/n said as she kicked her heels off and walked towards the bed with Logan.

He had a few drinks, but that never affected him. She prayed it would tonight so she wouldn’t have to work hard, but she’ll deal with it.

Y/n knows Logan’s a hard one to crack, but the man loved her. He’s so anything for her, so a long session of begging or anything of that sort, would make him crack. Only for her.

“Get comfortable — I’ll be back,” Y/n said as she stumbled to the bathroom. Logan chuckled as he got undressed, already knowing y/n wanted to have sex. She always does, and he never says no.

Y/n didn’t take long to get stripped and walk out of the bathroom slowly. The lights were dim, and Logan sat up against the headboard of the bed, legs spread and waiting for his perfect girl.

“I-I know you’re against it, and I know you always shut me down, but tonight is special. I-I really, really want you tonight,” Y/n said, slowly crawling on the bed as Logan’s chest rose.

“You always get me, Bub, so what’s there to beg about?” Logan said as he rubbed his thighs. “I want you to cum in me,” y/n looked at him with those eyes he could barely say no to.

“Y/n, don’t start tonight. Ian tryna ruin the night,” Logan has rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Baby, please,” y/n begged, trailing her hands up his legs until they were mid-thigh.

“Keep beggin’ for that shit, and ima turn around and go to sleep,” Logan warned the girl, but she ignored him and put his cock in her hand. “C’mon, daddy, please,” y/n said, bringing out the word she used in once in a blue moon.

“Nah uh, get off, y/n. I told you what was gonna happen-“ Before he could finish, y/n wrapped her wet mouth around his tip, sucking down hard as her tongue moved up and down his slit.

“F-Fuck,” Logan’s legs shook as he gripped the sheets. “Y/n, remove your fucking mouth,” Logan demanded, but she ignored him, looking into his angry dark eyes as she slipped down onto his cock, taking all the inches in that she could.

“Y-Y/n!” The man groaned loudly, hips bucking as his hand went to her hair, pulling her up to get her off, but not strong enough. He was physically stronger than her, so she knew if he wanted her off, he’d get her off.

“Fuckin- Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ bad,” Logan said as his other hand cupped her cheek. “But you take my cock so well,” Logan admitted with a chuckle as he slowly began moving her head at a pace he wanted her to suck in.

“Always so fuckin’ needy — Needy little slut can’t just enjoy my cock. Always needs my cum to satisfy her,” Logan said, now moving his hips, allowing his cock to thrust up into her throat.

“That’s it, kid — Fuckin’ suck me up since you want it so bad. You ain’t gettin’ it in that cunt. You ain’t earn it yet,” Logan said, watching spit spill from her mouth.

Y/n did her best to look up and into his eyes. Her was glossy, streaming tears as he grew dark. He couldn’t hold back his deep groan at the sight of her taking his cock like this.

“Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that,” Logan said, getting angry at her. He hated how bad she was, but loved that she’d do anything to get what she wanted from him.

“Fuckin’ brat,” Logan growled, snapping his hips faster to make her gag and cough on his cock. Maybe if she was too busy trying to focus on taking him, she’d stop silently begging for him to breed her.

It’s not like the man didn’t want to. He was just insecure. Yeah, he and y/n had been dating for a while, but the people roaming about are right. At least that’s what he thought at the time.

What if he is too old for her? He’d basically be baby-trapping her if he gave her what she wanted. He swore she’d regret it.

He forced himself to think that way, but every time y/n took his cock, rather that was with her mouth, cunt, ass, or anything, she’s beg him to breed her. Something in him knew she wanted it, but the other part held him back.

“Fuck, y/n, stop it! Stop fucking looking at me like that!” Logan shouted at the girl, an animalistic tone slipping out as he fucked her throat.

Y/n didn’t stop. She continued, whether her eyes could barely stay on him or not, she kept looking up at him, begging him to breed her.

“Y/n, I can’t — I fucking can’t,” the man had thrown his head back, whining as he felt himself near. He’s me we did that before, but him trying to yell her no but also seeing her beg, was too much for him. He was overstimulated by his thoughts.

Y/n slapped Logan’s hands off of him and quickly crawled onto him. She grabbed his cock and aligned herself with him before sitting down.

The moan that escaped her mouth made his eyes widen. “F-Fuck, kid, stop it!” Logan said, but his hands came to her waist and kept her in place. She tried to bounce, but he didn’t even allow her to do that.

Logan’s feel curled as his fingernails dug into her sides, causing her to feel in pain, but also pleasure. “Do it, daddy, please,” was all had to say on his cock before he jumped over the edge.

Logan’s mouth parted as his whole body stuttered. No noises came from his mouth for a second as y/n felt his warm seed coat her walls.

“Yes! Yes, daddy, yes!” Y/n cried out with happiness before she buried her face into the crook of his neck, sucking into his skin hard. That pulled all of his groans and moans out.

Logan’s hands wrapped around the girl's back and waist, pulling her into his body as she grinned against his pelvis, letting her swollen bud feel all the affection it needed.

“Please, more, Logan. Please. Please,” y/n continued rubbing against him as her whole body felt numb. She was going to cum, and Logan knew it. Damn her.

“Fuck, kid — F-Fuck,” Logan’s legs kicked as he tried keeping himself in, but he couldn’t. She squeezed him so hard for him not to do what she’d been begging for, for the longest.

“Y/n,” Logan’s voice cracked as his nails broke the skin on the young girl's back and waist. “Yes, yes!” Y/n almost cried as her body kicked up and she came, sucking the man too hard. To damn hard.

Logan’s mouth parted once again as his eyes crossed, feeling too much pleasure as he spilled into y/n for the second time and took the love bites y/n gave him on his neck.

Logan was pissed. He was so damn pissed at y/n for not listening to him. He wanted to punish her, but how? How could he after he bred her? He wouldn’t be able to pull out. And fuck a condom. He was fucked. He broke the promise he kept to himself. He really fucking loves her to let her do this to him.

“You’re so fuckin’ bad, y/n,” Logan breathed out into y/n’s ear, alarming her. He wasn’t relaxed. He was angry. “You like gettin’ what you want?” The man asked as he slowly lifted y/n off of him. She was being held in the air.

“Then ima give you what you fucking want,” before y/n knew what he meant, the man flipped the two, allowing him to hover over her.

“S-Sorry, I just- I really needed you. I-I love you so much, and I-I — I want you to give me a baby. I-If you don’t want it, I-I’ll just take the plan b tomorrow. I promise,” y/n couldn’t stop stuttering.

She felt a slight fear. She knew how Logan got, and now that he’d already come in her, he’d be worse.

“Fuck that plan b. You wanna baby? Then deal with the fucking consequences,” Logan turned y/n around and forced her onto her hands and knees. Before she could process anything, he plunged into her.

“Fuuck!” Y/n screamed at the new angle and the hard thrust. “Shut the fuck up, and take it,” the man groaned as a hand came down on her ass. “Take my fuckin’ kid, since you wasn’t em so damn bad,” he added.

Y/n cried into the sheets, thinking he couldn’t fuck her hard until his claws came out. He’d never done this before, but she knew what he was up to.

The man’s claws punched into the wall right in front of the two. He gripped tightly, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere before he pounded her into the mattress.

The young girl's neck and back belt pain. He was breaking her and didn’t care. She wanted this.

“Lot,” y/n whined, not being able to say what she had to say. She was beyond fucked. “Don’t worry, Bub — You’re gonna make a damn good mom,” Logan said, making sure she knew he was up for this.

Y/n slightly smiled as her cunt quivered, finally letting out another orgasm as her eyes closed. “S-So good,” she said as she slipped away. “I know, baby — I know,” the man growled.

Logan never stopped his thrust, making sure she’d feel the soreness when she woke up. And the loads he was going to leave in her.

[chatonfils]

Starting off by saying I hate “mom Danny” bc it tends to be p transphobic and misgendering, so if anyone adds it to my post I’m blocking them.

Tim making his Kon clone baby, but the cloning chamber isn’t stable enough for the fetus. He’s desperately trying anything that he think might work, when he comes across Phantom. Phantom who has experience with stabilizing clones.

Danny had heard whispers through the grapevine (Ellie who’d joined the Teen Titans as Phantasm) that there was someone attempting to make clones. He’d only meant to snoop and see if it was a Vlad situation. If any clones had been made and needed liberating. What he found was a newly minted Red Robin crying over a red blinking message on a cloning chamber. He warbled a quiet “please, Kon, I don’t want to live without you.”

Danny quickly realizing this wasn’t an attempt to replace and destroy, but actually someone grieving, in probably an unhealthy way, but who was Danny to judge, he’d once replaced Sam and Tucker with robots for less. So he decided to help Red Robin out. Sure, he hadn’t dealt with kryptonian dna before, but he was at least 89% sure halfa dna was way more complicated. And Red Robin had already figured out ways around the dna shenanigans, it was just the stability that wasn’t going well. Honestly, he didn’t think it would be as easy as an ecto dejecto like it had been for Ellie. But his parents had a lot of inventions that they’d started making to help out ghosts, once they’d realized Danny was Phantom. Maybe telling Red Robin about ghost IVF wasn’t his most thought through plan.

“I think what might help is an incubator.” Phantom had suggested.

Tim could only gesture at the cloning chambers that had failed him thus far. They were essentially huge incubators.

Phantom awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “I meant, like, a living incubator. Like a surrogate.”

“Where am I going to find someone that I not only trust to carry the baby, but also would volunteer?” Tim raised an eyebrow at him. Hell, had Tim had the equipment to do so, he would have carried the baby, everything else be damned. He just didn’t want to be alone anymore.

Phantom blushed green and looked away. “It might take a little tinkering with the embryos to work with the physiology, but…. I could carry the baby for you. I mean, I’m trans, and even if I wasn’t, ghosts are kind of malleable in a reproductive sense. And there are options for IVF in ghost science. And like, my own clone is like my little sister. I’m also a protection spirit, so I would protect the baby with my entire afterlife. And I’m kind of rambling so you should say something before I embarrass myself.”

“You would be willing to carry a baby for me?” Tim was shell shocked by the offer.

“I mean, yeah. You’re a good guy. You’re not cloning him for a malicious reason. You’re just trying to bring back a piece of your friend because you love and miss him. Dedication that strong for someone who has left the living plain, is admirable. You realized early on that you wouldn’t be able to increase the speed in which the clone grew. You’ve been trying despite knowing that this clone will be a baby that’s going to be your child, and not just the friend you lost. And I wouldn’t mind giving up my body for a little bit so you can make your family.”

Tim certainly hadn’t meant to surge forward and kiss Phantom. “Thank you.” Tim pulled Phantom into a fierce hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

It took about a month for them to work out the kinks of making the baby safe for Danny’s body. In this time, Danny showing Red Robin his human form, and Tim revealing his own identity. It felt kind of wrong to keep his name from someone he intended to get pregnant with his child. Tim and Danny got close as they worked together on the baby. And there may have been a few more kisses shared between them. In the end, the baby ended up spliced with mostly Kon’s dna, some of Tim’s (to stabilize the kryptonian dna), and some of Danny’s (to keep the baby safe in the womb).

Once Danny was well and truly pregnant, he encouraged Tim to find Bruce. “I’ll keep the baby safe. You find your dad. If you need me for anything, I’m only a call away.” Tim hadn’t forgotten about Bruce, he’d just never thought it would take so long to set up cloning Kon. So much of his hurt and loneliness had fallen away in Danny’s presence, and Danny had let him hyper focus on making their baby.

“Probably terrible timing, but I’ve got to ask,” Tim swallowed nervously. “Be my boyfriend?”

Danny’s lopsided smile, thawed Tim’s nerves. “I think I could work with that. I hope you don’t mind kids though, I’m kind of pregnant.”

Tim huffed a laugh. “I’ll keep in touch while I’m away. Please keep me updated on the baby.”

Danny pulled him into a proper kiss, “I will.”

I’m mostly imagining Tim getting bump update photos and falling in love with his increasingly pregnant boyfriend, while he finds Bruce.

I’m also imagining after Bruce is back, Tim being like, “anyways gtg, my boyfriend is in his third trimester and I don’t want to miss the birth of our baby.” And peacing out before any bats could react, let alone stop him.

And also maybe when Kon comes back, there’s maybe a poly relationship started.

Also thinking about Tim getting Danny pregnant without the science.

Danny gets Dad, Tim gets Papa, and if Kon joins, he gets Poppy.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

Hiii! Could you imagine one where the reader finds out she's pregnant during one of Spencer's missions and when he comes home she has a crisis and ends up feeling ill and Spencer doesn't know how to help and the reader doesn't know how to tell him she's pregnant. (Both are already married)

i took this opportunity to set my pregnant!reader series into the future cause i already planned for them to have another child. request is tweaked justttt a little.

“my dear sweet penny, can you hit me with a bus? i want this misery to end.” you’ve been hit with the worst stomach bug or flu or just something that’s been lasting since spencer went on his case, five days ago.

your mom took your daughter for the day when you realized you weren’t getting out of bed anytime soon and you called in your reinforcement of one penelope garcia. the case ended yesterday but the team had to stay an extra day due to weather in their state, so penelope has been keeping you company for the past two days. it was nice to have an adult conversation instead of bluey and the same princess movies.

“okay, if you’re pleading for death that means it’s time to head over to a hospital. i don’t want spencer to hypothetically bite my head off if something happens to you.” her bright blonde hair was your shining sun in your darkened bedroom. and her jewelry were loud gongs with each step she took. “i hate to sound like a bitch but can you like, be the opposite of yourself today?” moaning and groaning as you tried pushing off the tossed sheets.

“yeah, you need a doctor. cause and i quote ‘penny if i even say to change yourself i’ve been abducted and that’s an alien.’ hopefully they can give you good drugs.”

at the hospital they took some blood, made you pee and just did a bunch of other check ups when it was shown you were sick with anything. so after an hour or so your doctor renters the sterile room with his clipboard and a poker face. “well, you’re not sick, but you are pregnant. we’ll get an ultrasound in here to check on the fetus.” talk talk talk and then he left again, leaving you and penelope open mouthed shocked.

“holy shit,” breathing out as your hand rubbed over your still small belly. “i told spencer i couldn’t keep my hands to myself.” telling that to the ceiling.

“oh, i’ll have another godchild! i’m so happy to live vicariously through you.” penelope stood at your side and smiled down at you. you turned your head towards her, “you know when they’re older, you’ll be our go-to babysitter then. so just be prepared for that.”

with the ultrasound done they confirmed you were almost done with your first trimester and that left you a bit shocked. you were three months pregnant but didn’t know, now you understand how some of those other ladies feel. but you were excited for another, but then you were done, seriously.

you tried calling spencer after leaving but his phone when to voicemail, but you didn’t think anything of it. probably feel asleep or out doing something with his team. so when you arrived to your mom’s place you were a bit surprised to see your husband holding your daughter and swinging her around.

“you’re back!” penny the first to speak and move further into the home. spencer and anna both turned their heads and smiled at the bright lady. “auntie penny!” your annabeth squealed with an arm out.

she happily took her from spencer’s hold and moved her away so you could talk with spencer. his puppy eyes and downturn mouth made your heart soar, oh how he’s gonna get you into so much trouble.

“you feeling better? your mom said it’s been a week.” pulling you into his hold, cheek pressed into his chest as his palms rubbed over your shoulder blades and spine. you sighed, “yeah, penny took me to the doctor. turns out i wasn’t sick… i was- i am pregnant.”

spencer’s hands stopped and leaned back, “what?” his brows raised into his curling locks. “how far along?” “three months…” biting into your bottom lip as you watched him go through his mental calendar. you both knew your period was irregular, that’s why you didn’t think anything of it.

“so it must’ve been sometime after annie’s fourth birthday,” spencer came to the conclusion. leaned in to peck your forehead, “are you okay with another?” always making sure you were okay with the decision.

you smiled up at him with a twinkle in your eyes, “absolutely.”

[amasterpieceofmadness]

period sex - bucky b.

summary You’re on your period and Bucky wants to help you ease the cramps, with sex. You’re insecure because of the blood but Bucky is super sweet and makes love to you

wordcount 1.9k

warnings 18+, smut, period sex, period cramps, slight praise kink, unprotected sex, mentions of (period) blood, Bucky being super sweet, fluff ending, aftercare

“Poor baby” Bucky mumbles into your neck, kissing it softly. You two are cuddled up in bed with you being the little spoon, curled up into fetus position with a heating pad on your stomach. Period cramps are the worst. The best Bucky can do is to be here for you and cuddle you as much as he can. And he does exactly that, holding you close to his body. “I will kiss the pain away” He mumbles again, continuing to kiss your neck, your cheek, the back of your head, your shoulder.

You can’t help but giggle a bit. “I wish it was that easy”

“Hm, I think I’m doing a rather good job” Even though you don’t see him you can hear the smirk in Bucky’s voice. His hands travel down your arm and back, caressing you. You are enjoying his touch; it’s at least distracting you a bit from your cramps. His hand travels down to your naked hip and then gives your ass a little squeeze which makes you chuckle. But his hand doesn’t stop there as it wanders down your thigh slowly and carefully, his kisses on your shoulder never stopping.

Then you can feel his hand sneaking to your front, pushing the shirt you are wearing (his obviously) up a bit and caressing your stomach. His kisses trail down to your neck again, his hand brushing over the hem of your panties.

“Bucky, stop” you mumble.

“Why?” he whispers into your ear, continuing to touch you.

“I’m on my period”

“I know. And?”

You turn your head slightly to look at him. “I’m bleeding, Bucky”

Bucky nods his head, his tone still serious but soft. “That’s what period means, yes” But his hand never stops playing with your panties.

You then grab his wrists slightly. “Don’t”

Bucky gives you a soft and caring look. “I’ve heard that orgasms can help ease the pain. Let me help you”

You swallow. “But Bucky… I’m bleeding”

Your boyfriend lets out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, sure. Like some blood would scare me”

“You can’t be serious”

“Why not? I don’t fucking care, baby. Let me ease the pain” He leans in and starts to kiss your neck again softly.

A soft moan escapes your lips as his hand travels down to cup your clothed pussy. “Bucky…”

“I really don’t care, love… We can put a towel underneath, if you’re more comfortable this way” He looks at you with a soft smile. He really wants to help you, and maybe his growing erection a bit too. But his first priority is you after all.

You look into his eyes, searching for any signs of possible disgust. But you see none. So finally, you just nod slowly and Bucky gives you a bright smile.

“Alright. Get comfy while I grab a towel. I’ll be back in a minute” He gives you a short kiss on the nose before getting up and walking to the bathroom.

While he is getting a towel you throw the shirt you’re wearing to the floor. Bucky returns with a towel and a big smile on his face. The towel is quickly covering the sheets, Bucky next to you. His lips are on yours and his hand softly rubbing over your clothed pussy. You let out a soft moan which gives Bucky the sign to move forward. His fingers start to make their way into your panties and you freeze.

“Hey, it’s alright, love. Told you I don’t care” His voice is soft and his breath hitting your cheek.

You nod and start to relax as his fingers continue and soon find your clit, starting off with slow circles. “Bucky…”

“That’s it. Relax, baby” Bucky whispers, adding a bit more pressure onto your clit.

After only a few minutes your first orgasm hits you and Bucky decides not to tease you this time and let you have your release. He wants to help you and ease the pain, after all. As you come down from your high you meet Bucky’s eyes and for a moment you think that’s it. But then you can feel his fingers moving down and before you can protest one of his fingers is entering you without resistance. Your fluids and blood being enough lubricant already so he adds another finger.

“Does it feel good?” Bucky looks closely at your face, making sure you are enjoying yourselves and not feel uncomfortable.

“Y-yes… but… the blood…” You’re torn between feeling insecure because you are on your period, scared he might be grossed because of it, and the heavenly feeling of his fingers curling inside of you.

“Shhh… I don’t fucking care, darling. Just wanna feel you…” His hot breath hits your neck as he presses a few sloppy kisses there and continuing to curl his fingers, hitting the spongy spot inside of you that makes you gasp.

“God…” you mumble, letting your head lean back into the pillow and relax a bit more.

Bucky smiles as he sees your reaction and he continues carefully, knowing you are more sensitive when on your period. He massages your inner walls with his two fingers, sending you over the edge once again. “Yes, baby. That’s it, let go for me”

Your hands grip his shoulders as he rides out your high. He slowly retraces his fingers from you and you want to look down, but Bucky is quick to stop you. “Ah, ah… eyes on me, darling”

And you keep your eyes onto him as he climbs on top of you slowly. You don’t even notice that he wiped the blood from his fingers onto the towel draped over the sheets as you just his muscles flex as he sits up, pulling his boxer shorts down. His body sinks down to cover yours, keeping himself up with one of his elbows to not crush you with his weight.

“You still okay with this?” Bucky asks for your consent and you nod. He then leans down, kissing you softly as his tip teases your entrance. You wrap your arms around his neck and then he enters you with just the tip, making you break the kiss and gasp for air.

“Bucky…”

He continues to look at you, making sure you are still alright and not in pain. As he notices you relaxing, he pushes his cock deeper into you, making your nails dig into his shoulders a bit. His lips meet yours while he bottoms out. “You feel so good around my dick, love”

You nod eagerly, meeting his eyes. “Move, please”

“How could I deny such a lovely plea?” Bucky whispers and pulls back until only his tip is inside of you. And then he pushes in again, making your walls stretch around him until he can feel your cervix on his tip.

As Bucky continues to rock his hips slowly into you, you lift your head, wanting to see how much of a mess you are making. Bucky is quick to lay his hand onto your cheek gently, making you look at him again. “Don’t think about it. Just enjoy it”

With that you let your head fall back into the pillow and close your eyes. His movements are slow yet passionate and his lips are on yours, tongues dancing with each other. This isn’t just fucking, this is making love, and you really do love it. Bucky not only makes you forget about your period, but also the cramps seem to ease.

His breath is hot against your skin, one of his hands holds yours softly, while his Vibranium one is next to your head. Your legs are wrapped around his hips and the room is filled with soft moans and heavy breaths. Bucky’s body is rubbing against yours, a thin layer of sweat covering his skin and making it shine slightly in the light of the lamp on the side stand. His movements don’t falter as he has found the perfect rhythm, not too fast and not too slow, his shaft rubbing over your sweet spot over and over again. At the same time his groin is rubbing at your clit, making the feeling even more pleasurable.

“B-bucky… I’m… I’m…”

Bucky nods as your voice breaks, knowing what you want to say. “I know, baby. Cum for me, let me feel your walls clench around my dick” His own breath is heavy, feeling his own release creeping up on him slowly.

His words are everything you need to hear and your third orgasm of the nights hits you hard. Your eyes roll back, legs trembling and your fingers grip him harder. The moans leaving your mouth are music to Bucky’s ears and he cums, spilling his seed deep inside of you with a grunt. “God…” he mumbles, his head buried in the crook of your neck. His hips are still rocking slowly into you, prolonging your orgasms for as long as he can.

After you come down from your highs Bucky lifts his head slightly to look at you lovingly and he leans down to kiss your nose. “Feeling good?”

You nod with a drained smile. “Yeah” is all you can say. But then you remember that you probably made a huge mess down there and you want to take a look, but once again Bucky stops you with a soft kiss.

“I love baby” He smiles down at you and you can’t help but smile as well.

“I love you too, Bucky” your hand finds his cheek and your caress it with your thumb.

After a moment you can feel Bucky lifting you up and instinctively you wrap your arms around his neck and hold onto him tightly. “Let’s take a shower, shall we?”

You just nod and let yourself carry you to the bathroom and into the shower, his strong arms holding you up with ease as he turns on the water. He then lifts you a bit more, letting himself slip out of you carefully and setting you down on the floor again. He keeps you pressed against his body though, giving you no chance to look down and examine the mess you’ve made. So, you let the hot water run over your body and wash away the blood and sweat of the both of you.

After you finished getting cleaned up you step out of the shower and Bucky wraps you in a big towel before drying off himself a bit. “Get ready and I’ll bring you some fresh clothes” He gives you a quick kiss before leaving the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his middle.

You continue to dry yourself off and Bucky returns to the bathroom a few minutes later. He hands you one of his shirts and a fresh set of panties, he himself is already wearing a fresh boxer short.

As you step out of the bathroom dressed in his shirt and a fresh pad in your panties you find Bucky already laying in bed, waiting for you to join him. You look at the sheets, but they are all clean, and the towel is gone. “It’s already in the wash, baby. Now come here” Bucky opens his arms for you and you cuddle into him. “Feeling better now?”

“A lot. Thank you” you smile up at him softly.

Bucky lets out a soft chuckle. “Please, don’t thank me. All I want is for my baby to feel good. Besides, there are worse things I can think of then having sex with you”

“Was it very messy?” you ask a bit shyly.

“Baby, told you I don’t care” Bucky reassures you with a gently smile and starts to play with your hair while you lay on his chest.

“Really?” you ask again, not sure if he is telling the truth.

“Really. It’s just a bit blood, don’t worry about it. And the best thing is, it helps with your cramps” He smiles a bit proud of himself and kisses the top of your head.

“Yeah, I guess we need to do that again” you smirk a bit.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got you”

[toybreaker-kr]

Thinking about a big tiddied dom leaning severely dysphoric pre-op trans boy taking me home after a nice innocent date (m4ftm).

You’ve never hooked up with anyone before, wary of being misgendered. But we’ve had a few dates and I’ve been sweet and respectful, so you invite me to your apartment, affecting confidence you don’t really feel.

We’ll start kissing immediately after we enter your apartment. I’ll crowd you against the wall like in the movies and you’ll think it’s romantic, if a bit corny. I’ll strip you of your clothes and when I reach to pull off your binder you’ll try to protest, try to say something along the lines of “Hey, actually I’d rather keep it on”. But I’m still kissing you whenever I can reach your lips and you let the moment pass, loathe to make it awkward. I told you I was gay, so there’s no way I’ll see your chest as anything other than masculine, right? You try to tug off my clothes but I kneel and moan that I want to suck your cock. You like the way I worded that, so you let me pull your pants and briefs off.

I’m completely clothed and you’re completely naked when I yank the door open and pull you out into the hall.

You freeze for a moment in shock, then try to scramble back into your apartment yelling “what the fuck-”. I grab you from behind and shush you. You don’t want your neighbour to come out and investigate, do you? You really want them to see you like this? Tits and pussy out?

You tremble as I push you closer to your neighbour’s door until you’re practically peering into their peep hole. I lazily hump your bare ass and you can feel my hard on through my jeans. You can’t quite believe this is happening. I grab your fat tit with my left hand and snake a hand between your legs, ignoring your clit to play with that feminine hole you so loathe. My fingers just shy of entering, press just enough to burn a little. Deliberately stretching you out.

“You know,” I say conversationally, “I’m actually straight. It’s hilarious that you thought a gay man will ever want you. Your tits were practically bursting out of that sports bra you call a binder.”

I jiggle your breasts and laugh. “Do your neighbours know you’re a woman pretending to be a man? I mean it’s pretty obvious. I bet they won’t even be surprised if they open this door right now. Not surprised that you have huge udders, just shocked and disgusted by how much of a perverted skank you are.”

With a hushed and shaky voice, you demand to be released. I pull out my cock, rub the length against the underside of your pussy and you freeze again. ‘Absolutely no go zone’, your bio had said. I press a smile against your cheek and amuse myself by smacking your pussy with my cock. I adore how much you hate it. I can’t wait to break you in until you love it.

You’ve changed your tune, quietly begging to stop instead of making demands. Despite everything, you’re getting wet. The slap of my cock against your labia makes it obvious to anyone who might hear. I squeeze your tits affectionately when you start to cry.

I wriggle a finger in your vagina, then two. You act like a bug has crawled up there instead. I reach in as far as I can and feel the brush of your cervix on the tip of my middle finger. “You feel that? That’s the entrance to your womb. A man can just press his cock head flush against this and breed your womb with his cum. Then a fetus will grow inside you until your belly fills with water and gets bloated and heavy with a baby ‘cause that’s what you’re designed to do.”

You try to twist away in revulsion but I press you harder against your neighbour’s door and you have to still to stay quiet. I pull out my fingers and stroke my cock with your cunt slick. I kiss your ear. “I won’t breed you if you do as I say. I don’t particularly want to take care of a baby either, but I’ll have to if you disobey. So for the both of us, you can be a good girl, right?”

You hate yourself as you force yourself to nod. I make you say it. It feels like something in you dies as you whisper against the door, ‘I’ll be a good girl’. Then, you’re biting back a scream as I force my cock inside you.

It’s a tight fit. It feels absolutely wonderful to force myself inside your virgin cunt. With firm presses and sharp jabs. It feels the opposite of wonderful to you. You’re desperately trying to suppress the sobs from the pain and violation. You Can’t be seen like this, you just can’t.

I give you some respite once I’m hilted inside you, taking a moment to luxuriate in your warm tight insides. I pull your hips back with me, walking backwards until you’re arched, hands and forearms braced against the door for support. I pull out a little, then thrust into you, satisfied when your heavy tits swing forward and smack against the door. You gasp and try to cover your tits to reduce the noise but I pinch your ass hard in warning and tell you to resume the position. You swallow down your protests and obey.

For the next ten minutes, I fuck you roughly, the sound of my balls slapping against your thighs are drowned out my the smack smack smack of your tits knocking on your neighbour’s door. There is no way your neighbour hasn’t heard by now. Maybe they’re standing on the other side of the door, shocked and frozen with indecision. Maybe they’re watching through the intercom, guiltily pleasuring themself to the sight of a girl with big fat tits being raped against his front door. Or maybe they haven’t noticed, headphones drowning out all other noise. Maybe they’re not home. You have no idea, and that makes it worse somehow.

My hips stutter as I get closer to coming and you beg for me to pull out. I say I will if you say you’re a girl and beg for me to breed you. You cry. It’s a trap. You know it. I know you know it. But there’s no other option than to try. So you sob ‘I’m a girl’ and you beg. Force yourself to omit the ‘don’t’ as you beg ‘please breed me’.

And I do. I press my cock against your cervix with one last thrust and fill your womb with burst after burst of cum. You didn’t know you’d feel it all. The twitch and pulse of my cock and the hot sticky wetness filling parts of you you wish you never had.

You feel empty when I pull out. In more ways than one. But don’t worry, something else will fill that emptiness soon.

[bomber-grl]

Leo Valdez x Child of Hecate ☾

Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x Gn!Reader

Leo was most definitely intimidated by you at first sight 😭

I mean all attractive people are, not to mention how mysterious and cool you seemed

Leo knows a baddie when he sees one

Well anyway, the only way the two of you could have possibly crossed paths was by someone else or you orchestrating the whole thing

Ofc again, it’s my girl Annabeth

She’s been at camp the longest and has a reputation so ofc she’s the one who always introduces reader and love interest

Well, it was only after annabeth needed help from the Hecate cabin and Leo was involved because he was the problem

An invention of his went rogue (luckily not because he built it wrong) but yk

Well once you do annabeth thanks you in her own way and when Leo has the chance to speak he just..can’t?!!

I mean not only do you seem cool but gah damn u look like a goth baddie

Home boy is stunned and can only manage a stupid as joke/ pick up line which even he asks himself, why???

Well while hes internally committing he heard the least expected thing

Which was you of all people laughing

You’re usually quiet and kept to yourself so seeing you like this was like when the clouds move and lets the sun shine in-

Cringe ahh mf , really this generations Shakespeare

Well he’s so shocked then the two of you just stand there like 🕴️🕴️

And if he manages to have his inventions go rogue every other day and needs your help specifically, well let’s just say it’s a coincidence

The two of you inevitably get close and the more he hangs out with you the more he falls in love

On surface level you’re dark, mysterious and most of all, intimidating

But now? You’re so easy going, it’s like the two of you have known each other since fetus days

Eventually you two get together because of an adventure that ended with you two getting closer and more open.

Once Leo is your boyfriend- he’s insufferable

I mean he’s his usual goofy, flirty(?) self and he’s so cringe but you love it all the same

Best believe Leo is head over heels for you and when it comes to your magic and stuff he’s particularly keen

especially when you randomly give him a crystal necklace for whatever reason and suddenly you hear Leo going around camp casually mentioning that his witchy s/o got him something

Which, yk endearing but still a lil embarrassing

Leo is always there to help you when you’re making potions, spells, it doesn’t matter

I mean at times he’s a bit spooked at what you can do but he’s still by your side regardless

Now, when it comes to your family on your Greek side- he’s scared

I’m mean, you’re probably scared too depending on if you’re a guy considering how basically every daughter/ female family of Hecate hates men

(You’re probs exempt cuz ur mom Hecate but still)

Bro is spooked, he does NOT want to be a guinea pig

And speaking of your mom, Leos timbers and shivered at the thought of meeting her and her not liking him

I mean it’s not all that important but depending if you’re especially fond of your mom then he’s shivering and timbering

Anyway, Leo is so lucky to have you by his side especially since sometimes he can forget how strong you are

(Also ik hecate is a minor goddess in the books and her children are shown to be weak but i refuse to acknowledge that as child of Hecate)

If you ever try and read his palm or do his birth chart he’ll probably just nod along and not know what you’re talking about 💀

Gotta love Leo

And if any animals that are sacred to Hecate approach you two he’s scared shitless (looking at you snakes)

Not to mention how crows can literally speak, no thank you

[heavyhitterheaux]

That's Not Daddy

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: There is never a dull moment in the Harlow household and the triplets are around three in this

Synopsis: Jack decides to trim his beard and his triplets don't recognize him

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a beautiful anon 💕

First Babies of Private Garden Masterlist

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“Ivy?”

“Yes, daddy?” She answered Jack as she was playing with her dolls on the living room floor in front of him. Only the two of them were home since you took Axel and Autumn with you to the grocery store to get things for the week. Ivy didn’t want to go and truth be told Jack didn’t either so he decided to stay home and entertain her.

“Do you want to help me trim my beard?”

She eagerly nodded since anything that Jack did, she was absolutely obsessed with. 

“We’re going to surprise mommy, but I lowkey have a feeling that she’s going to want to divorce me, but we’ll see.”

Ivy just looked at him seeing that she had no idea what the word divorce meant and simply shrugged her shoulders. 

Ivy led the way to the bathroom in the master bedroom and Jack picked her up to sit her on the counter as he found his clippers in order to get started.

He was working on the left side of his face as Ivy was watching him in awe and immediately exclaimed that she wanted to help.

“Help you, daddy?”

“Of course, bubs, here.” 

Jack still held a tight grip on it so Ivy wouldn’t end up cutting him as she placed her small hand on it to guide it over Jack’s face.

Once both sides were finished, Ivy’s eyes went wide.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked as he was cleaning up the sink in the bathroom and all Ivy was doing was staring at him.

“Ivy, baby, what’s wrong?” He asked again as he tried to pick her up to place her back down on the ground and she scooted away from him.

“Oh, you don’t recognize me without all the facial hair, huh? Ivy it’s me, daddy.”

She immediately shook her head no and began to cry and hopped down off of the counter in the bathroom herself and took off running.

“Ivy!”

Jack then heard the doorbell and went downstairs to see that it was Urban and Clay and quickly let them in.

“What the? Where’s your beard?! Did you accidentally cut it like I did when I had to literally shave my entire face?” Urban asked while looking at his best friend.

Clay was just staring at him and shaking his head.

“Wifey is going to be so mad at you.”

“She might divorce me, but we’ll see and no I didn’t accidentally cut it. Ivy helped me, but now she doesn’t recognize me and took off running after I was finished.”

Urban turned to the steps to see his oldest godchild sitting in the middle of the staircase and quickly made a motion for her to come to him.

“Come here, Ivy. Did your daddy scare you?” Urban asked as she came closer to him and picked her up. 

She held onto him tighter as Jack came closer to him and she began crying again.

“Jack! Now she’s scared of you!”

“And the crazy thing is that she sat there and watched me do it and now all of a sudden she wants to switch it up. It be your own kids.”

“I mean, you do look like you’re twelve.” Clay added and Jack immediately rolled his eyes.

“Like you’re one to talk. You shaved yours last week and were walking around here looking like a fetus.”

The door suddenly opened and Axel and Autumn ran inside to see Clay and Urban and went straight to them, not paying Jack any attention.

Clay picked up Axel while Autumn looked at Jack in confusion wondering who the strange man that was in her house was. 

“Come here, Autumn. It’s daddy.” Jack held out his arms, but she immediately shook her head no. 

“That’s not daddy.” She quietly responded, but not being confident in her answer.

“Yes it is, bubs.”

“No. His face is almost naked.” 

“Don’t do it,Autumn, he’s an imposter.” Clay said and Jack immediately gave him a look which led to her hiding behind Clay’s leg and starting to cry.

“Good lord, now you got two out of three crying.”

“Soon it will be all four of them once wifey sees him.”

And right on cue, you stepped into the house with a few bags in your hands and once your eyes landed on your husband, they dropped to the floor and the entire room was silent.

“Please divorce him for this so I can slide my way in.” Clay quietly said while your eyes hadn’t left Jack’s yet and Axel’s eyes had now landed on Jack seeing where your gaze led to and he began to get upset and cry.

“What happened to my chair?” You quietly asked while not believing what you were seeing and taking Jack’s face in your hands. 

“Aye yo!” Urban exclaimed before laughing and trying to calm Ivy down. 

“Baby, I just trimmed it!”

“I’m about to call the police because my husband is missing and now you got all three of my kids crying and upset because they don’t recognize you!”

“Ivy helped me do it!”

“Don’t blame this on her! I know that this was all you because you love stressing me out!” You said while picking up the bags and heading into the kitchen with Jack hot on your trail.

“Babyyyy.”

“Yes? Man that I have never seen in my entire life who broke into my house.”

“I-..... seriously?”

“Yes, seriously! I always play with your beard and now what?! I don’t have anything to play with AND I love the way it feels when I sit on your face, but NO of course you had to go and mess up a good thing. Oh my gosh, I have to call Maggie and tell her what you did.”

“WHAT?! BABY, IT GROWS BACK!”

“No, we’re done. I understand our vows said till death do us part HOWEVER I should have included till Jack has no facial hair do us part.”

“I still have some!”

“I need an emergency therapy session for this.”

Clay and Urban were simply looking at both of you and trying not to laugh as Jack was trying to lean down and kiss you, but you were fighting him off.

“NO! Don’t touch me, intruder! STRANGER DANGER!”

“Not her screaming stranger danger! I cannot with you.” Urban responded while shaking his head.

“Come on, baby. I guarantee you that my lips still feel the same up here and down below.”

“Ew, spare us the details.” Clay said as he finally got Axel and Autumn to calm down.

“Maybe if they see you kiss her, they won’t be as scared.” Urban suggested as he now set Ivy down who came over to you and hugged your leg.

“Take one for the team, baby. The team meaning our kids.” Jack said while wiggling his eyebrows and you immediately rolled your eyes.

“You look like a naked mole rat.”

“Babe! You are aware that when we first started dating that I didn’t have a beard, right?”

“If you had a full blown beard at fifteen, I would have thought something was wrong with you.”

“Come on baby and pucker up.”

“I swear the three of them have no idea what I go through to keep this household in one piece.” You muttered before reaching up to kiss Jack.

“MOMMY, THAT’S NOT DADDY!” Axel exclaimed and all you did was sigh.

“Yes it is, Ax. That’s daddy, I promise.”

“He looks funny.” He tried to quietly whisper to Clay, but you still heard him. 

“Same thing I said, but he brought it on himself, so what can we do?” You said in response and Jack just gave you a blank stare. 

“I’m tired of my wife and kids throwing me under the bus.” Jack quietly said before reaching down to pick up Ivy and she actually let him hold her.

“Daddy?” She quietly asked while looking at his blue eyes that resembled hers.

“Yes, Ivy?”

“Don’t do that again.”

“I second that.” You responded and Jack couldn’t help but to roll his eyes.

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[weebsinstash]

Alright bestie I’m on that shit again

So yandere Superman, right? Like obviously your fucked. The only other yandere in existence that might just be able to keep you from him is Batman, but even then he’d probably sooner work together just to ensure your safety- but that’s a prompt for another day.

Back to yan Superman, imagine you’re his darling and he is “keeping you safe”. But one day, you get snatched up by some organization that wants to use you as leverage or some shit, but you are just sobbing in relief at maybe being free- only to have Superman show up and do some not so super things to everyone who “stole” you

There are just so many casually horrifying things about Superman that people don't realize until you start like digging into his lore. "Oh he's super strong and a super fast flyer" actually he can do basically anything at those super speeds to the point he can literally even PROCESS THOUGHTS at near light-speed which means he has Absolutely Terrifying reaction times and can make plans and schemes on a dime, which, you know, can be even better utilized by him being intelligent. He has natural invulnerability so if you throw a punch at him too hard you could literally shatter the bones in your hand and he can't even control that, like you could literally hurt yourself with him on accident! He can see across INSANE DISTANCES and his x-ray vision doesn't have like a set range so he could do anything from, peep inside buildings to spy on you, to looking under your clothing for any bruises or injuries or even self harm marks, to peeking behind your hero disguise to learn your true identity, to seeing if there's anything inside your stomach and seeing if you're eating properly. Like jesus christ he literally found out Lois was pregnant from waking up one morning and suddenly hearing the heartbeat of the FETUS, there's literally nothing from him pulling that stereotypical "I know you're nervous or lying or afraid because I can literally hear your heartbeat increase" scary bullshit

And let's talk about Lois for a sec because my god her death was literally what kicked off the Injustice timeline? And there are other forms of Superman media where she just straight up dies naturally of cancer! Sure we could take the easy way and say "in this au Lois never existed or was just Clark's friend and he loved YOU" (which is my preferred default tbh bc, no competition for Reader lol) but I mean if you're going for that angst, that real whump, a yandere Clark Kent that just lost his wife/unborn child to either the Injustice incident or cancer, now overcome with grief? And in those cancer timelines they usually already have a son, Jonathan, and sometimes Jordan, and here's Clark thinking, well, his boy needs a mother, and he's got these weird feelings for you, and lil Jonny clearly has affection for you, maybe bring a bit of a platonic yan himself who sees you as either a big sister or even a secondary mom, so... be his wife maybe?

Like my god if Reader somehow helped him through the grief of losing Lois and managed to avoid "fully activating" Superman's anime villain arc, like he's going full fascist in the Injustice 2 Bad Ending, then some shit DEFINITELY goes down when Reader gets taken away. It just reactivates all his trauma. No! He can't lose anyone else! Jonathan can't lose anyone else! You're not just someone he loves, you're his FRIEND!

You're just huddled in whatever cell you've been kept in with your black eyes and bruises and knuckles bloodied from trying to fight back when you hear Clark's voice and you look up with excitement that just falls immediately off your face because holy shit did he just unlock that thumbprint scanner with a severed arm, and suddenly you're realizing there are other shades of red on his costume and dripping from his fingers

I can only imagine like, ngl I considered a sequel to my fic Doubt where Reader escapes the manor and runs into Supernan as the only other person who can protect you, so here we would have the inverse: you're the only one who knows about Clark's increasing instability and, while you still have your own freedom and autonomy, try to speak to Bruce about it, and now you have Batman Vs Superman: Competing For Your Heart Edition. I can only imagine what sort of unhinged reactions there would be if you think you've got Batman alone and you're beginning to cry all "Bruce I'm really worried about Clark, he isn't acting like himself, there's something wrong with him" and. Clark is like literally using his x-ray vision to read lips through the walls if he can't use his super hearing to outright eavesdrop.

Of course as you suggested, I'm always a slut for ideas with"oh shit I ran to this guy to help me and he's ALSO crazy, now they're teaming up and I'm in some weird shared/poly situation with TWO nutjobs". Lmao you go to Bruce concerned about Kal and Bruce goes to confront him and Clark just drops "did you know Y/N has been hiding self harm cuts under their hero suit also wow they smoke HELLA weed and im worried about their lungs and all the stuff they do when they're alone that no one else knows about 🥺" and suddenly here's Bruce " thanks i hate this actually :)" and there's a scheme concted to spy on you or move you elsewhere.

I've even thought of "Reader oh nooOoooOo, that, giant monster or villain attack or whatever also coincidentally destroyed your shitty little apartment complex? You mean Clark 'accidently' got sent flying into your building or smacked some giant creature into it and now you don't have a place to live? And you're broke too? Oh no 🥺 Well, BATMAN has this nice big house with lots of room in for you to stay toooootally 'temporarily', we PROMISE uwu"

Batman is the one who can put a tracking chip injected into your skin or even disguised as a filling in one of your teeth, and Superman is the one who can zoom off to rescue you/retrieve you "faster than a speeding bullet". I think one of the only people who could bring them down together at that point would be like. Fucking DARKSEID and, Jesus no, you definitely don't want HIM treating you as a pet 😭 the evil Batman that was brainwashed by him in the Apokolips War movie was scary enough (and scary HOT, lmao, let him keep me as some sort of prize and the only luxury Darkseid will allow him as a reward for his obedience. Lord Batman goes from having a meeting talking about like enslaving people to returning to his quarters and railing tf outta you because he's still holding onto some slim vestiges of humanity where he cares about you but also using you as his personal anti stress fuck toy)

[carefulignorantghost]

I Love You’s

Alex Turner x female reader

Fetus Al, 2004, 2005 Alex Turner, think Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not era

Your first boyfriend, Alex, spends the night while your parents are on holiday. You have a sex dream and wake up to find you were actually grinding against your boyfriend’s leg. You talk about your wet dreams of each other, and your fantasies. Both of you lose your virginity to each other. Quite sappy, a lot of consent questions, reassurance

Warning: smut, piv, wet dream, body image discussions, quite sappy

Word count: 2.2k

Hope you enjoy!!

“Alex-“ You let out a moan as his dick thrusted into your pussy. Alex was on top of you, his hands on both sides of your head, his hips smacking into yours. “God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy.” Your pussy clenched harder as he said this.

“Y/N-“ He grunted out before releasing his hot cum into you. The creamy, warm liquid filled you up and leaked out of your hole. “I’m gonna cum, Al…” You moaned out. You grinded up into him, pushing his dick even further into you. “Cum for me, baby.” With every word, he thrusted into you. “Al!” You whined out, nails scratching his back as you came, waves of pleasure crashing into you. “That’s it, Y/N.” He groaned, his warm breath against your ear.

You softly groaned at the sound of your name being called. “Y/N…” It was your boyfriend, Alex. It was the first time he spent the night at your house. It was a weekend and your parents took a small holiday, leaving you behind to watch the house.

You felt your legs wrapped around his leg. Oh shit. You were grinding against his leg the whole dream. You unwrapped your legs and moved away from him. You opened your eyes. Alex was sitting against the bed’s headboard peering down at you.

“I’m so sorry-“

“It’s ok. You were just dreaming.” Alex said softly, unfazed.

You covered your eyes with your hands.

“I’m really sorry, I was dreaming about… you know…” You said, embarrassed. Alex uncovered your eyes and took your hands into his.

“Love, it’s really ok. Sometimes, I also, erm, do that when I dream about, well… You.” He murmured, now blushing from his confession.

“Oh.” You whispered.

“Erm… yeah.” He scratched his head and looked away.

“What do you dream of me doing?” You asked curiously.

He blushed even redder at your question.

“If I tell you, will you tell me what you dreamt about?” He said, slightly grinning at you. You looked down at the bed.

“Fine.” You said, getting nervous.

Alex immediately said, “Oh, no. No, no, no. Love, I didn’t mean it like you have to tell me. If you don’t want to, that’s perfectly fine. I just want you to feel like you can share what gets you, um, off. But if you don’t feel comfortable, you can forget I ever asked that. God, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I-“

“Alex, it’s fine. I just thought maybe you’d be uncomfortable, and I didn’t know if you wanted to talk about it, because people often view sex as weird or taboo-“

“Y/N, I love you.” His eyes widened at his honesty. “Of course I want to hear about what turns you on. And I want you to feel good, and if sex makes you feel good, then I want to have sex with you. I’d do anything for you, my love.”

Your eyes also widened at everything he said. Here he was, your boyfriend of 4 months, telling you he loved you. Your Alex loves you.

“Al… I love you too. I want to make you feel good too.” His shoulders visibly relaxed.

“So tell me about your dream.”

You blushed again.

“Hey, don’t be ashamed to have fantasies. Especially about me. I fantasize about you too, you know.”

You took in his words and took a deep breath.

“Well, in my dream, you were on top of me, and, erm…”

He stared into your eyes and squeezed your hand. “Keep going.”

“Your dick was in me. And your hands were next to the sides of my head. And you were thrusting into me, which probably explains why I was grinding on your leg. And you came in me, but if we actually do it, I want you to wear a condom.”

“Well, of course. I don’t think two 16 year olds are fit to raise a child.” He gave a silly smirk.

You giggled.

“Anyway, you told me to cum for you, which turned me on so much that I did. And you told me, ‘That’s it.’ And then I woke up.”

“Damn, that’s pretty fuckin’ hot.” He groaned, slightly palming his crotch.

You blushed. “Yeah?”

“Me having sex with you? Just the idea that you exist fucking gets me going.”

“You’re pretty sexy, too. I wanna lick your jawline just to see if it cuts my tongue.” Alex laughed at that.

You finally moved back into his arms, laying your head on his chest.

“So, wanna hear about my dreams?” He

“Yes.”

“Ok, so in one of my dreams, I was in between your legs. Your hands were in my hair, pulling me closer to your sex, and when I finally reached it, I licked from the bottom to the top.” Your clit starts to throb as he says this.

“You seemed to enjoy that, as you were moaning and the sorts. Then I pushed my tongue further into your pussy- Do you mind if I say that word? I could just say vagina. I’ll just say vagina-“ You giggled at him.

“Al, it’s fine. I don’t really care what word you use to describe it.”

“Oh, ok. I’m all for women’s rights, and I know you’re a feminist, and I wanna respect that. I don’t wanna accidentally degrade you.”

“I’d tell you if you upset me. And I know you’re respectful. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t have gotten with you. So do you wanna continue?” You gently probed. He smiled at you and kissed you.

“So basically I moved my tongue and swirled it around but inside, I guess?” He paused before saying, “That should’ve sounded sexier than that.” You laughed softly and kissed him. He smiled against your lips. “And you came, and I tasted you, and you tasted so good. Then I kissed you after. You moaned so much, you practically became Moaning Myrtle in Harry Potter.” You burst out laughing while he grinned at his joke.

“I love you so much, Al. So much.”

You pressed your lips against his, his lips opened, allowing your tongue to slip in. You sat up and straddled him, feeling his dick grow harder through his pajama pants. Your tongues danced together and you slowly grinded against his dick, waiting for his reaction. You broke the kiss.

“Are you okay, Al?”

“Mhmm. Feels so good.” He said, eyes closed. You grinded against him again, increasing the pace.

“Mmm.” Alex moaned out.

He slowly opened his eyes. He then tugged on your shirt’s hem and looked into your eyes. You nodded. “Go ahead, Al.”

He slowly lifted your shirt up over your head, unveiling your bare chest.

“Fuck, look at you.” He groaned. He reached for your breasts before pausing. “Can I touch your boobs?”

You giggled at his sweetness.

“Yes.” You reassured him with a kiss.

He cupped your tits in his slender hands. He slowly massaged them and softly tugged on your nipples.

“Tell me if anything hurts, ok? I want you to feel safe and comfortable.”

“Thank you, Al. Everything’s feeling really good.”

He leaned in and kissed you once again. Your tongues danced once again.

“Al, could we go a little faster?” You said, a bit shyly.

He looked surprised. “Sure, my love. Just be aware that this is my first time and I don’t really know what I’m doing. You’re my first girlfriend, and I wanna do well, so just tell me what feels good.”

You quickly said, “It’s my first time too, so don’t worry. If it’s messy, it’s messy. It doesn’t have to be the best sex or even good sex. I just want to have my first time, and hopefully all my times, with you.”

You got off of him and undressed, taking both your pajama shorts and panties off. You felt a bit self-conscious about your pubic hair. You heard about how guys like women to be shaved, but you never really cared to trim, let alone shave, your pubic hair.

Alex stood up from the bed and took his shirt, pajama pants, and boxers off. He was hard, his dick sprang up out of his boxers. He smiled at you, but he knew something was wrong. He reached out for you.

“Al, I’m just feeling a little self-conscious about my body hair. If the hair bothers you, I’m really sorry. I can shave now, if you think that’ll be better.”

“Love, you never need to worry about your body. Sure, you have a gorgeous body, which is great, but I love you for who you are. And look, I have hair down there, too. I have hair in my armpits, on my legs, my arms, a little hair everywhere. I probably have some in my arse crack.”

You both laughed at that.

“So, it’s ok. Don’t feel ashamed for something natural.”

You started to tear up. Alex looked at you before hugging you. You buried your head in your hands. He rubbed your back as you sat on his lap.

“I’m not upset, I’m just so grateful to have you in my life. You’re the best boyfriend anyone could’ve asked for. Thank you for being patient with me. You’re just so kind, Al.” You sobbed into his shoulder. He just held you.

“I love you too. You’re sweet and so beautiful. You make my life so much better.” You both kissed.

“Wait, I’m gonna grab a condom and lube from my carry-on.”

You couldn’t help but stare at his ass as he walked.

“Are you staring at my hairy arse?”

You laughed, “Yes, I am and I have no shame.”

He tore the condom open before rolling it onto his hard cock.

He laid you down on the bed before crawling on top of you.

“You ready?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be on top of you if I wasn’t.” He smirked.

You grinned.

“Ok, so what do you want me to do?”

“Grab the lube.” Alex grabbed it from your nightstand and looked at you questioningly.

“Then you put some on your hands to warm it up. Then on your dick and on my pussy.”

Alex squeezed out some lube and rubbed it onto his hands. He then put it on his condom-covered dick. He squeezed out a little more and spread it on his fingers. He reached down to touch your pussy, coating it in the slimy liquid. He dipped his fingers in your hole, making sure you’re well prepared for his cock.

“Is that good?” He asked.

“I think so.” You replied, nervous but excited.

“I’m gonna go fully in you, in 3… 2… 1…” You gasped as he slowly pushed in with each number.

“Feel good?” Al tentatively asked you.

“God, yes.” You said as your pussy clenched around him, getting used to how he felt. “Ok, Al, you can start to pull out.” He did as you asked. “Then push back in.” You quietly moaned as Alex continued with this rhythm.

You bucked your hips up into him, craving more of that friction.

“Al, you fill me up so well.” You felt his dick slightly twitch as you said this.

Alex’s thumb slowly found your clitoris. He rubbed slow circles onto the swollen nub. Alex lowered his head down to your clit, pulling his hand away.

“Mmm.” You complained.

“Shh, I’m just gonna eat your cunt.” You moaned at your sweet, innocent Alex saying such a filthy word.

He brought his lips down to your clit and gave it an open mouth kiss, swirling his tongue around it. He groaned at the feeling of your throbbing nub. He began to suck on it, savoring the way you taste.

Alex continued to thrust his dick into you as he ate you out.

You felt your pussy’s walls clench. You came all over his cock. His cock twitched and he released his hot cum into the condom.

He lifted his head up and stared at you.

You grinded uncontrollably into him as you came.

“Holy shit, Y/N.” He moaned out, collapsing onto you as he came.

You rubbed his back, and kissed him everywhere; his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his hair. He was your Alex.

He slowly pulled out and rolled next to you.

“That felt so good. Did you enjoy it?” Alex asked.

“Yes! That was everything I wanted and more.”

He grinned at you, a bright smile of pure happiness. He kissed you.

“I should go pee, Al. I don’t want a UTI.”

“Ok, love. When you’re done, do you want to take a bath together?”

“Of course, Al. Give me a minute.”

You peed and started running the bath. You were lucky your bathroom was quite large with a separate shower and bathtub.

You heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Come in, Al!” You said over the sound of the running water. The door opened, and Alex came in, sweaty and a little sleepy.

You both hopped in the bath and held each other.

“I had a great time, Y/N.” Alex whispered into your ear.

“Me too, Al. Thank you for being my first. I wouldn’t have wanted it with anybody else.” You smiled into his shoulder.

OMGGG this was my first ever fanfic i wrote!!! I hope you guys enjoyed it! Please leave requests!!

[anamericangirl]

I'm okay with abortion up to 24 weeks as long as the pyramidal cell dendritic spines haven't formed on the neurons.

For those that don't know what that means, the pyramidal cell dendritic spines are the parts of neurons that allow the transfer of signals.

They usually don't form in a fetus until the 28th week, but they can sometimes form earlier, at which point their nervous system can actually start functioning the same way it does in humans like you and me.

Before these cell structures are formed, a fetus is incapable of thinking or feeling in any meaningful way outside of the most intrinsic responses to stimulus that don't require brain activity.

I believe that before this benchmark, the fetus is intrinsically less valuable than the mother because the fetus is literally incapable of "living" and having experiences like you and me do.

After this benchmark the fetus and mother should be considered equal, since they have the same capacity for the conscious experiences we refer to as "living".

It's simply morally wrong to consider something literally incapable of experiencing anything to be more valuable than something capable of having experiences.

First, I’m gonna have to ask you to stop copy/pasting the exact same comments you’re leaving on the stuff you reblog from me in my inbox. It’s a little bit spammy.

Secondly, that is a terrible justification for killing a child. There’s a lot we don’t know about what babies in the womb are capable of perception wise and our understanding of it changes by the decade.

But even if you are correct about what babies in the womb can or can’t think or feel, that doesn’t mean it’s ok to kill them. And it doesn’t mean their lives are worthless and not equal with more developed human beings.

It is morally reprehensible to define human worth based on how developed a person is or what they are capable of, which is exactly what you have done.

You are saying it’s ok to kill a developing child before they have reached the point in their development that you deem them valuable and equal to more developed people. That is evil.

Creating arbitrary standards of human development that you pretend define human worth and then using those pretend standards to justify killing people who haven’t yet met those points in development although you know they will if you refrain from murdering them is absolutely vile.

It’s not ok to kill children just because they are still growing.

[cocogum]

Let’s TALK about episodes 9 and 10 people… (part 1)

PART 2 : HERE

(‼️SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4‼️)

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If you thought episodes 7 and 8 had so much to talk about (cuz I sure did), then episodes 9 and 10 destroyed my mind.

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I am so tired.

We begin with a small recap of what happened last episode and it’s honestly very nice and heartwarming of Ankama to remind us that Yugo will get his ass handed to him in a few minutes.

BRO LOOK AT HOW THEY’RE DRAGGING HIM ON THE DIRTY FLOOR LIKE THAT!!

The level of disrespect these thirsty hoes have for him is immeasurable. Even if Yugo’s not a kid, the fact that the necromes didn’t hesitate to tie him up like that and sacrifice him like a lamb is jaw-dropping. It really makes you understand that they don’t give a shit if you’re an actual kid, they will hang you up like a roast beef for dinner.

Bro’s asking as if he just got here.

Also, how do you think that fall must’ve felt like? Cuz when Toross yeets him, Yugo takes a massive fall only to get his body slammed into the pavement when he gets tied up.

He gets to fall even faster because of the stasis ropes pulling him down too.

You can even hear the loud slam when he hits it. That must’ve hurt like a bitch.

Btw I love how even after all that, Adamaï and Amalia still don’t trust Qilby even when he saved them from the necrome world.

Adamaï thinks he was an idiot for not using the eliatrope Dofus and…he’s right? Cuz my guy…ur scared of ruining things if you use the dofus but what are you gonna ruin in a place WHERE THERE’S NO WAKFU????

Sometimes I can’t tell whether or not that guy’s okay in his head. Like is he blind or something? You can clearly tell that the necrome world is completely deserted and has no actual life, Amalia even CONFIRMS IT for you, Toross is literally using his dofus in his world of nothing, AND it’s also literally known as the gods’ garbage bin.

No wonder you get slapped around so much, you’re stupider than Yugo!!

I never in my life thought that I’d eventually get to see Qilby booping Amalia’s nose.

And I don’t know if I should like it or if I should fear it.

Man literally booped her as if she was a kid. But then again, he IS a millennial years old so it would explain why he’d treat her like a fetus.

In a way, he really CAN see her as a kid who doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about.

But like-

I never imagined this happening???? Not even in a trillion chances 😀😀

BUT WHAT CONFUSES ME EVEN MORE IS THIS :

I get that Amalia annoyed him when she said he STILL couldn’t be trusted but what do you mean by “artificial”??? I’m still confused about that.

MY QUEEN NORA AND HER GAY ASS IS BACK WITH HER SHENANIGANS GURL WE SEE U !!

You can’t tell me this scene ain’t gay 😭😭

The way she grabbed her was so sudden, it made my heart jump!! And Amalia just goes with it like a damsel in distress being protected by her knight 🥰🥰 My noramalia senses detected that shit from a mile away, you ain’t getting away!!!

That torture scene tho should’ve taken longer ngl. But Okoo being the kid that they are decided “hell nah”. It’s still a shame really but at least we got what we needed.

Also, lemme just say something about this torture scene real quick.

Not only does Yugo get sucked the living out of him, but he just got BODY SLAMMED FROM AT LEAST 290 FEET on LITERAL PAVEMENT so now his back is completely obliterated, he keeps CONVULSING, TWITCHING, and GETS HIS BONES BREAKING TO GROW LONGER ONES-

He’s feeling all that WHILE getting sucked to death. My god. I wanted to see more of that.

The only reason why he didn’t turn out ballistic was cuz Oropo was keeping him busy in his head. He literally told him that he’ll make him fight just to not think about it.

And even though Oropo does hate him (but calmed down a bit once he reunited with Yugo), he told him that even he doesn’t deserve all of this. Can you imagine the one who caused so many calamities and was ready to kill the gods because he hates you telling you that even you don’t deserve this?? It just shows how kinky this Toross guy is.

[underworld-park-offical]

PIP: Yes and I'll get the uhm

PIP: I'll get the uh

PIP: I’ll get

PIP: …

PIP: Lemme get ahhhh

PIP: Boneless Pizza 

PIP: And uh

PIP: Two liter of uh

PIP: Coke

HEIDI: …

HEIDI: The fuck kinda pizza?

HEDI: And the two liter machine broke, we got one liter tho

PIP: The fuck you mean B?

PIP: Alright look, 

PIP: Let me get that pizza BONELESS

HEIDI: Uh? Pizza don't got bone in it

PIP: Tf did I just say then

HEIDI: U said "Lemme get it BONELESS " like pizza got a damn bone in it

PIP: Y'all got BONES in ya shit then

HEIDI: Nah

PIP: So what's the problem?

HEIDI: DICK HEAD name one pizza that got bone on it

PIP: Just don't put them shits in my pizza bruh how many times I gotta say it

HEIDI: Bruh jus explain to me how tf pizza can be boneless?

PIP: If it don't got bone in it iss boneless

HEIDI: Son, what school u go to

PIP: dawg I don't understand the problem just make my shit BONELESS  DEADASS

HEIDI: I'm deadass not making this pizza…

PIP: Fine, then you deadass  better get me exactly what I want

PIP: Why are you so…

PIP: frumpy?

HEIDI: Excuse me?

PIP: You heard me

PIP: You won't even get me a boneless pizza 

PIP: How do you think that makes you look?

HEIDI: erm.

PIP: FRUMPY

HEIDI: You wanna play that way, huh?

HEIDI: Number 1, F = (m)(a) = (1000 kg)( 3 m/s²) =

3000 N.

PIP: What.

HEIDI: HMMMM a = F/a = 200 N / 2.5 m/s² = 80kg

PIP: Is there a manager I can speak to?

HEIDI: OHHH, YOU WANT THE ANSWERS  TO THE CROSSWORD ???

HEIDI: Ahem

HEIDI: One is centripetal, two is negative acceleration, three is plate tectonics, four is relative motion, five is slope—

PIP: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

HEIDI: SIX IS SPEED, SEVEN IS AVERAGE SPEED

PIP: WHAT'S EVEN THE GODDAMN DIFFERENCE?!

HEIDI: OH, I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!

HEIDI: AHEM

HEIDI: THE MITOCHONDRIA IS THE POWERHOUSE OF THE CELL PIP: CAN I JUST GET PIP: MY GODDAMN PIP: FOOD PLEASE

TWEEK: WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING NICE??? PIP: I AM BEING NICE!!

TWEEK: BY YELLING??? PIP: FUCK YOU RESPECTFULLY

HEIDI: OKAY FINE, I'LL GET YOU YOUR GODDAMN BONELESS PIZZA OR WHATEVER DUMB QUEER SHIT YOU ORDERED

HEIDI: What do you want you low budget Super Sonic?

TWEEK: Uh yeah uh

TWEEK: What's this thing?

HEIDI: Do you have are stupid?

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: What?

HEIDI: Do you.

HEIDI: Have are.

HEIDI: Stupid?

HEIDI: Bitch?

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: What

TWEEK: What nonsense are you speaking?

TWEEK: What

HEIDI: That is a MENU

HEIDI: Say it with me

HEIDI: MEN

HEIDI: U!

TWEEK: Oh! A Meenew!

TWEEK: Cool!

PIP: Ignore him, he’s an imbecile

TWEEK: Hey! I'm not…

PIP: Anyways, he’ll have a pudding

HEIDI: We don't serve pudding here

TWEEK: No… no pudding???

HEIDI: No sir, we don’t have pudding

TWEEK: ( starts to cry like a lil bitch )

HEIDI: …

HEIDI: We have jello?

TWEEK: IT'S NOT THE SAME!! WAHHHHH!!!

PIP: He’ll just take a coffee

TWEEK: I DON'T WANT COFFEE!! I WANT PUDDIN!!

PIP: Shut

PIP: The

PIP: FUCK UP!

PIP: (SLAP )

TWEEK: ( Ugly Crying )

HEIDI: O….

HEIDI: Kkkkkkayyyyy…

HEIDI: What does the walking fetus want?

PIP: The what?

HEIDI: The child

HEIDI: What can we get for your child?

TWEEK: Right! My

TWEEK: My child

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Her names Silly String

HEIDI: Cool

HEIDI: Cool cool cool

HEIDI: What does… HEIDI: Silly String

HEIDI: Want to eat

TWEEK: Uh…

TWEEK: What do kids eat?

TWEEK: Do  kids even eat?

HEIDI: Yes, kids eat, captain obvious

PIP: Tweek she’s eating a crayon

TWEEK: Oh

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Do kids eat crayons?

PIP: No

PIP: No they do not

HEIDI: Does

HEIDI: Does Silly String

HEIDI: Want the jello instead?

TWEEK: No

TWEEK: I'm not feeding her that garbage

PIP: Can we just get a round of tater tots?

PIP: Please

HEIDI: Sure

HEIDI: Whatever gets me to stop talking to you 

HEIDI: And whatever gets me paid 

PIP: Well! That went over nicely!

TWEEK: You slapped me

PIP: It's a start

TWEEK: No

TWEEK: It's really not 

PIP: I'm recovering

PIP: I'm changing

PIP: I'm metamorphosing

PIP: I'm evolving

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Whatever

TWEEK: You seeing this shit, Silly String? 

SILLY STRING: ( Grunt of disapproval  )

PIP: What, so you’re getting your child to hate me too?

TWEEK: You  hate us

PIP: I mean

PIP: True

PIP: But I'm changing

TWEEK: Liar

PIP: Okay I'm lying

PIP: But Estella put me in a fucking time out

PIP: So I have to act  nice

PIP: Even though I really

PIP: REEEEALLY

PIP: Don’t want to be

SILLY STRING: ( confused grunt )

TWEEK: Estella's your grandma, Silly String 

SILLY STRING: ( surprised grunt )

PIP: Ugh

PIP: I hate Mum…

TWEEK: You see her as a mom too?

PIP: I

PIP: Uh

PIP: NO PIP: I NEVER SAID THAT

PIP: She's just so overprotective of us all the damn time

PIP: IT'S ANNOYING

TWEEK: SHhh

TWEEK: Don't shout!

TWEEK: There's people behind us…

TWEEK: Why the fuck are they looking at us like that?

PIP: It's the queer stare

PIP: They're harshly judging you

TWEEK: Oh god…

TWEEK: Heyyyyy

TWEEK: Silly String, say hi

SILLY STRING: ( excited grunting  )

TWEEK: You all look

TWEEK: SO  cool

TWEEK: Did you come from the Pride Parade?

TWEEK: Er- I mean…

TWEEK: Uh…

TWEEK: This is my son

TWEEK: …Daughter?

TWEEK: Child?

TWEEK: I don't know what Silly String is…

PIP: Didn’t you call her, “her ” earlier?

TWEEK: I mean,

TWEEK: YEAH

TWEEK: That doesn't mean I know

TWEEK: Wait

TWEEK: What are  you, Silly String?

SILLY STRING: ( I don't know grunt )

PIP: It's a mystery!

PIP: How are you all this lovely evening?

PIP: Just SWELL I presume?

TWEEK: Pip your eye is twitching

PIP: IT'S HAPPY SEIZING!!!

TWEEK: No… no pretty sure it's twitching

PIP: HAPPY. SEIZING. I'M SO JOYFUL I'M EXPRESSING IT THROUGH MY EYE!

TWEEK: …Sure…

(Edits made by @pissblanket and @zemoleinyourtrashcan)

[radiant-reid]

Ok so I saw this (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMF5bYbN5/) on TikTok and I can just imagine this is how reader tells spencer she’s expecting 😍 the whole team would already know, and they are playing scrabble on the jet, and everyone’s watching his reaction but he’s just not getting it, until she pulls out the test and then the penny drops and ahhhhhh I NEED this 🙈 please can you write something along these lines? You’re the best Reid writer ever!! Xxx

link, i love this, and thank you, and thinking about his reaction is just mwah

You know Spencer's in need of a pick-me-up when you get on the jet. It's been a long case, and he's been unknowingly doing his job as a soon-to-be-dad by holding up your hair while you were sick in the mornings.

So you break out the scrabble board, earning smiles from everyone as they know what you're about to do. He goes to get you tea first, and you use the opportunity to take the letters you need, putting some on his slider so he doesn't get suspicious.

"I bet you cheated." He accuses you, scowling at you playfully.

"Promise I didn't." You claim, holding your hands up in defense.

"I hope you're putting down a word like cat then." He scoffs, nudging your feet under the table.

That is definitely not the phrase you plan on putting down. Secretively, you put all your letters on the board and bank on Spencer's focus being on his own letters, no doubt trying to think up the most complicated word while you arrange the letters.

There's no doubt the only times you win are when he lets you.

You eagerly wait for him to read your word, heart thumping with anticipation for his reaction. He's been talking about having a baby for years and you know he's going to be elated.

It's an edge-of-your-seat event for the rest of the jet, as well, all excited for what his reaction's going to be. JJ's got her phone out, subtly filming it for you to keep the treasured memory, and so Penelope can see it when you get home.

"Y/n." He shakes his head, looking at you like your an idiot. But you're doing the same thing. For someone so intelligent, he is not getting it. "One, you can't have ten letters, and two, you can only have one word. Pregnant wouldn't even be okay. With those letters, you can have pigment for 16 before any double scores, but you can't cheat. You have to redraw."

Behind him, you can see Morgan, JJ, Rossi, and Emily laughing. There's even a smirk on Hotch's lips.

You bite down a smile. "Spence, read it out loud." You try.

"I'm pregnant." He repeats what's written on the board. Morgan and Emily can't contain their giggles, highly amused by your husband's obliviousness. "You still can't have it. I'll let you get away with knowing my letters, but that's worth at least 20 points."

"You're a genius, right?" You question.

He frowns again. "Provably."

"Okay, so what does that mean?" You prompt, trying to help him make the connection.

He's struggling, still completely baffled about why you would need a basic middle school biology lesson. "Being pregnant? When there's an embryo that turns into a fetus growing in someone's uterus."

Even you can't bite down your laughter that time. You realize you're going to have to ditch the original plan of him deciphering the board, and take the test out of your bag.

His eyes widen as he reads the same word as was on the board. Then he looks back up at you, slightly teary-eyed as the connection sticks. "You're pregnant." He says with deep realization.

You nod, still waiting for a reaction that wasn't him stating a fact. He quickly gets out of his seat, buzzing with excitement as he drags you up and wraps his arms so tightly around you that he can pick you up and spin you around.

"I'm an idiot." He shakes his head when he puts you down, holding you tightly in a hug.

"I know." You agree with a laugh, pulling away to kiss him in a rare public display of affection.

When you're done, there's a round of hugs and congratulations from the team, all equally thrilled for you two to be embarking on the next step in your lives together.

[xxchromies]

i see where you are coming from, as a radfem, woth the topic of pregnancy. Thing is, even if the general consensus of radical feminism is that as of now pregnancy is a tool of oppression, singular individuals are still going to enjoy it as a part of their personal life. But also, a woman being *personally* invested in the idea of pregnancy, and against the idea of late abortion, should not mean that other women should stop discussing those topic however they want. Women can detest the idea of pregnancy (i do). Women should want to abort whenever they want (kid is still relying on her after all). This should be objective morality. Subjective morality is what you, personally, feel like doing - you can support a woman's right to abort after 4 months AND be unable to abort a 2 month proto-fetus yourself. You can support other women's disdain of pregnancy and still, personally, want to be a mother.

Of course, some times, those things will not perfectly align with all contemporary radical feminist thoughts, but this is something you should simply accept: you are going to have opinions, and are going to make actions, which reasonate with you but aren't intrinsecally radically feminist. No one is forcing you to lose your identity to radical feminism or viceversa.

I don’t know where people are getting the idea that all women should want to be mothers and if they don’t they’re horrible awful people and they’re just denying their true animalistic nature.

My main point was you shouldn’t use radical feminism as an excuse to say vile and dehumanizing things about mothers/pregnant women. Additionally, having children is a natural thing inherent to all animals and its men and their treatment of women that fucks it up. Also you’re free to not want to be pregnant. I don’t even want to be pregnant myself! Like it’s some tough shit, I’m not denying that. But it’s unique to the female body. And I don’t particularly love people demonizing the female body. Or normalizing the hatred of certain parts of the female body, calling them “disgusting”. How is that any different than the young women who feel shame and disgust about their periods or breasts? You could argue that having periods and breasts is inevitable while being pregnant isn’t, but it is something only females can do. And I don’t see why this viewpoint would be in conflict with radical feminism at all. I would like to think female liberation wouldn’t involve demonizing something that’s natural and is associated with the female body.

Also I don’t really agree that women being able to abort whenever they want should be objective morality.