#momma had a baby and its head popped off

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No movie makes me feel like Hereditary does.

Some people complained that the supernatural twist ruined the ending. But no; the ending was the best part. Without the ending, it would just be another drama. But it's a genius commentary on human desire to believe "everything happens for a reason"... even when that reason is bad!

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife #10 : Snack Time

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Momma bird hungry for all the snacks in the world. Takes some time and frustration before Joel figures out the exact kind of snack you really want.

Warnings: Pregnant reader, Angry!Joel, oral M!receiving, face fucking, throat bulge, throat-pie, dumbification, junk food binge, eating meat, bossy reader as always

18+ ONLY

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Joel didn’t know he married the Hungry Hungry Hippo, Galactus the planet devourer, Garfield the tabby cat.

You’re on your phone texting while cuddling Joel. He’s more interested in the movie than you are, but that doesn’t stop him from tracing his finger along your arm, occasionally kissing the top of your head and nuzzling his nose. He loves the scent of your shampoo after a wash, damp and cold against his warm chest. Sometimes you protest how closely he wants to cuddle you, all smushed up on the couch. Your body temp skyrocketed with the baby changing everything. But since he’s keep the AC on full blast, your warm heavy body keeps him from being a popsicle.

The landlines chimes in from the kitchen.

He rolls his eyes. Of course, something to interrupt the comfort that took 40 minutes for you to settle into. "I'll get it,” He grumbles quickly and hoists himself up off the couch. He wants to make whoever the fuck is calling at such a late hour a quick convo. If it’s fucking Tommy needing bailed out again, he thinks begrudgingly, I’ll just hang up on him. 

He clears his throat and answers: “Hello, Miller Residents.”

"Can you get me a bowl of Cap'n crunch while you're up?"

He glances back over at you sitting up on the couch, your cell to your ear as you wave at him. you point to your belly mouthing I T S  F O R  T H E  B A B Y.

It’s for the baby, my ass. You’ve been a hungry hungry hippo who’s been snacking like crazy and ignoring the doctor’s warnings. 

But cranky Momma is way worse than a scolding doctor. 

He grits his teeth and slams the receiver a little too hard down on the desk.

You can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, a clash of a bowl on the counter  and the jingle of overly processed cereal filling it up. 

He walks back into the living room. You’ve taken up the whole couch now, with no inclination to move over to let him back on.

You shove a fist into the bowl and pop a bunch of the crunchy orange squares into your mouth “f’anks” you mumble, eyes not once making contact with him as you stare ahead and much away. Crumbs fall onto your chest and down to the floor and sofa, as if Joel hadn’t just cleaned all of it this morning.

.

The next night, Joel's cooking some steaks. You weren’t really a meat-crazed person, having maybe one or two helpings of poultry or occasionally red beef a week, but normally ,you could go without it for a few meals without thinking about it. 

Pregnant momma? She was a fucking carnivore. He had barely set the sizzling steak down before you snatch one onto your plate. He turns around to slice into one, checking its temp before serving, only to see it was a bit too red and bloodied on the inside.

"Oh babe I gotta cook these a little longer; they're too rare--"

You were hacking away and tearing a large chunks of the red, near pulsing meat, juices pouring out your lips, a vampire gorged on a fat blood sucking meal. Despite its tenderness, you chew endlessly and stare off into the table like a Llama enjoying its food on the field. 

"Maybe...we should—slow down a bit,” he suggests with uncertainty. His fork and knife frozen in midair, still in each hand. He hasn’t shifted view or blinked, but clear worry (and maybe a tad bit of fear) stretch across his face.

"Uighgrrfmggmmdeeofxsw,” you reply with gargled cow remains sloshing in your wide open trap. 

 “Right. That."

You swallow what’s left. Joel’s does a double take: your steak is somehow gone, juice licked clean off the plate in front of you.

“Can I have yours???"

He had only sliced 4 cuts  for himself so far. But the hungry look in your pupils, licking your lips while watching his dinner, it’s clear you’ve answered for him. He sadly sets his cutlery down and slides his plate to you. 

Its even more interesting when you douse it in salt and throw a slab of butter on top of it, watching it melt before slicing a big chunk off.

"You gotta watch the salt intake—“

“—Can you make chicken? I want chicken now.”

“N-no,” he shakes his head, whiplash from the conversation. Maybe you’ve gone def AND blind AND lost your taste buds. “I made steak. You've had 2 steaks now. Why do you need chicken?”

“That second one was for the baby. The chicken is for me.”

“What about the fist one?”

“….We split that.”

“Awfully hungry baby,” he says with a dead tone, straight faced as he eats the one roll left in the basket that hasn’t been devoured by you. 

“Well she’s yours, isn’t she?” 

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You wipe your face with a napkin, a fried chicken leg and wing now securely packed tight in your tum tum along with the famished baby.

"What's for dessert?" You chime eagerly.

Joel turns to wash the dishes, hiding his smirk. He’s got you now, no surprise cravings will catch him short on this one: He boasts proudly, “I bought you apple pie--"

"I want cupcakes. Whip cream icing. Chocolate.”

His grin quickly deflates into a frown. “No.” He says sternly, a little aggravated. “I bought you pie—“

"Did I say I want pie? L I S T E N,” you snap, slapping your palms together with each syllable. 

He puts his foot down with tense sudsy hands going to his hips. “No. I'm not going out again.”

You raise your eyebrows threateningly. One look.

30 minutes later Joel is shuffling into the house with a pack of 12 cupcakes he bought at the bakery.

-

You’ve managed to prop yourself up on the couch after some heaving. “Ha! The baby is making me workout get strong! Obviously that’s why I’m so hungry.” You shrug it off. “Oh! I want raw cookie dough.”

Joel was on his phone the entire time, but the second you said I want, his brain queued in and he quickly retorts, “No.”

He goes back to replaying the voicemail he missed, settled and focused on the opposite couch.

Of course he Doesn't realize you’ve somehow lumbered up past him and now waddling back with 4 chunks of raw cookies in your hand, popping them in your mouth one at a time.

His eyes dark up to watch you, transfixed on the screen as you bend your knees, hardly paying attention to the way you’re about to fall on the couch. He has half the mind to help, but what’s one lesson you need to learn the hard way?

Regretfully, you bounce down successfully and pull your legs up.

And then, as you dust your hands off from the chocolate stains melted on your palms, Joel’s lips part in a o as you reach behind you and pulling an entire gallon container of animal crackers. 

"Babe"

"Wha?” You don’t turn around to look at him, still shoveling them into your mouth. “Yuu wan wan?"

"You need to stop eating every damn thing in the house.”

You gasp incredulously, your hand over your heart in painful offense. “The baby is very hungry! She's related to you and that belly.”

He only remembers to stop himself from reminding you that your belly is much bigger than his now. 

"The baby—“ (that was the new thing now: the baby  this baby that. The baby is why I need this shirt in blue and green. The baby is why I need the ice cream layered horizontally not stacked vertically. The baby —)

"No. Not the baby,” he snaps. “You."

You start to cry. "I thought I AM your baby!!!" 

He gives you a “seriously” look and you stop the fake tears.

“So how about it?”

“I don’t want you getting salmonella.”

“ugh fine. You can bake them I guess.”

He’s about to protest the idea of any dough going into your body, cooked or raw, but knows its going to be a lost cause.

Joel makes you a platter of Assorted cookies: chocolate chip, fudge, triple chocolate, sugar, and oatmeal raisin.

You clap your hands as he carefully places the little plate atop your bump. Humored by the custom “mini” table you’ve got going on now. Maybe his baby doesn’t like her head being used as a countertop, but with the way you close your eyes and moan after biting into the chocolate chip, babygirl must be pleased too.

He goes to the bathroom quickly and then comes back only to glare down at you. You've taken exactly one bite out of every single cookie, leaving crescent shapes for him to scathe.

Every cookie, except oatmeal raisin. You clearly did take a bite ,but spit it out and put the lump back near the undesirable #1 cookie.

“These mine?” Joel asks bemused.

You nod happily. You felt very proud to have enough control and leave him some this time! 

-

It’s about 9:30 pm. You're acting drunk and woozy even tho you're just a new level of tired and achy

"Woopppoooooo!!! Paaartttaaayyy!" You shout with fists in the air, drinking down a shot glass of sugar water. 

“Alright party Momma. It’s bedtime.” 

"Ppfffttt! No old man! Dont steal my fun.”

Joel stands over the couch, blocking your view from the TV, his hands on his hips. “You're being difficult "

“YoU’rE bEiNg DifFicUlT,” you mock and wave him off. "Oop I need to pee. Help me up.”

Joel” grabs both your grabby hands and hoists you up to your feet. “Now up the stairs, you.”

You waddle towards the stairwell, one hand cupping your lower back. Joel is right at your heel. you up at the treaturous journey ahead, all 8 steps to the top floor. Cracking your neck side to side, you wave your arms over to the handrail and begin: “Left foot. Right foot. Left. Fuck. Fuck stairs. Who invented stairs. Left foot…”

Joel’s so sleepy that he nearly falls forward. And he knows you would not take too kindly to him ramming his face into your ass as you battle your worst enemy.

Finally to the top, you scurry over like a penguin to the bathroom. He fears the long night ahead, with all the sugar swirling in your system undoubtedly going to keep him up.

He rubs his wears eyes. Startled when a moment later you’re right next to him by your side of the bed, patiently waiting for him to help you up.

"Get in the covers,” he hums with exhaustion.

But you don’t move. “No"

"Now.”

"I want an orange.”

"No. You—you just had your snack."

"That was the baby's snack. I want MY snack”.

Dear Christ almighty, bless me with a boy next time so that I have a fighting chance against her and mini her. “If I get you an orange, will you go to bed?" He asks irritably, his voice enunciating each word to ensure the contract that he’s making with you right now is solidified on both ends of the bargain.

You think it over before nodding with a little innocent beam. 

You crawl into the covers just as Joel descends the stairs once again. It takes the entire time for him to grab some oranges, a peeler, and paper towel just for you to rotate your middle and sit your ass in bed.

You sit up against the headboard and clap your hands, so excited when he reappears with the goods. He puts the towel on your mini-table bump and plops one orange atop.

Joel sighs and begins to walk towards his side of the bed, but is haunted when you clear your throat for his attention.

“Yes?”

"Peel it.”

He tries not to visibly roll his eyes before he's opening the round orange with his large fingers and clubbed nails. Everything smells like nectarine now.

Picky as can be, you peel off the extra dried white veiny bits and suck on each pod of the orange.

You expect a sweet simpleness to squirt on your tongue, but instead, a sour, bitter, unripe taste floods your mouth. “Ugh these are gross, now I want—“

Joel closes his wardrobe drawer, his shirt off and only halfway down to his boxers. “NO. NO means fucking NO. I’M TIRED. YOU’RE TIRED. WE'RE GOING TO BED. NOW,” he barks sternly into the mirror. His shoulders huffing from such aggression without being able to look at you.

You throw the covers off, orange skin and slices flying everywhere.

“Fuck you! I want ice cream! I want bananas and steak and potatoes and tacos and—!" 

-

He bares his teeth in a snarl, deep angered eyes casting downward with each poignant rut. “You're so annoying, so goddamn spoiled,” he grunts. His huge hands are wrapped around the top of your head and  cupping your jaw and bulging cheek, keeping you in place as he pushes his length into your mouth over and over again. “You’re gonna do shit when I tell you, the first time I say—shit—fuck there we go—gonna listen—unnggghhfff—listen ta me from now on. Just be my good little silent. Slutty. Pregnant. Wife.”

Your teary eyes are fixed upward at his imposing figure. Feeling each time his tip nudges the back of your throat has you gagging but you can’t pull away to breathe—not that you want to.

“You get—what I give ya—and you be grateful bout it.”

You gargle a moan in agreement. His balls slap against your chin with brutal punches. by this time tomorrow, there will be Joel-finger prints bruising your face and neck.

You love it. You love it when Joel forces you out of the hormonal phase of bossing him around, the endless need to want more and more, no end in sight to your greedy gluttonous desires, until he’s blowing up and blowing off steam using you instead. And it becomes very clear to you how much you just really wanted him this whole time. 

“That’s it—that’s it—you were hungry for my cock weren’t ya? Yeahhhh. Just begging me all night for it. Wanted all that meat for dinner, huh? Couldn’t just come out n’ say it? Your little brain didn’t know what ya truly needed. S’okay, Momma. I’m takin’ care of ya, aren’t I?”

The gluglugglug sounds mixed with strained pitchy whines echo in the master bedroom.

You grip his thighs with your hands to steady yourself, allowing him to abuse your throat. Maybe your knees hurt. Maybe the baby is settling uncomfortably against your lower back, and maybe it’s going to be really difficult to get up from this position in a few minutes. But each thick throb of his length filling your mouth over and over again, the spit slick strings dropping from your lips to your swollen tits, and the dent in your throat from his cock stretching to accomodate his size has your swollen pussy dripping into the carpet for more, more, more. 

It’s been at least a week since Joel drained himself. No wonder he’s been so on edge with each demand. Usually marveling how cute you are, but tonight he was at him limit. You were about to get a hefty, Joel Miller sized load filling your belly, and it’s going to be better than any cookie, steak, or orange in the entire world.

He feels the way your lips suction tighter. Your eyes are leaking tears, and he smirks as he brushes his thumb over to collect it. Briefly bringing it to his tongue and sucking on the salty taste before holding your head in place. 

“Shhh-shhhhhhhh. You gonna take it? Shit—shit—fuck yeah you are. Gonna fuckin take what I give ya, that’s right. My sweet wife. Bossing me around. Shit. Love when ya get like this. Known I’m gonna wreck that ass or that pussy or that mouth—all belongs to me. Fuck—fuck—fuuckk—“

His mouth drops into an o, brows drawn tightly together as slams his pulsing member balls deep into your mouth one final time. You choke, eyes wide as the tip of his cock breaches the deepest part of your throat, your nose suffocated by his pubic hairs and the fat of his lower belly surrounding your cheeks. His balls twitch against your lower lip, and you feel it coming. The travel of his seed from his sack, up his shaft along your tongue—a generous spurt of cum finally shooting from his tip and down your throat. You gag with each fat load that he pumps down your esophagus, too much to swallow at once yet having no other choice but to gulp it down quickly. Your face feels hot. He’s cumming endlessly, your mind blanking and eyes feeling blurry.

“Take it, take it, take it, that’s it,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

You nod just a little, hugging your arms around his thick thighs tighter. He grins, humming “That’s my good fucking wife, and throws his head as the last of his pleasure makes its way safely from his sated balls to your full womb.

Joel pulls you off his length gently. You sputter out cum and saliva onto his feet, sucking in air through your lungs like a newborn. 

Joel gets to one knee, his thumb pressed gently under your chin so you look directly at him. He’s got such softness in his eyes again, the ones that just switch on a dime the second he’s satisfied his aggress out on you. 

You’re completely wrecked: snot spit connecting to your nostrils and swollen lips, cheeks warm and eyes puffy and hazy with exhaustion and tears.

“That—mmffffgg!—was—definitely—my—snack,” you rasp with a hoarse voice. A lazy grin spread across your face only briefly as you continue to suck air.

Joel shakes his head before planting a long kiss atop your forehead. his hands glide along your body, and just in time as your knees give way and you’re falling into him. 

If you had half the mind right now, you’d curse him out for scooping you up and carrying you to bed like his once youthful bride, too concerned with the size and weight of your new body putting unnecessary stress on his aging knees and back. But Joel doesn’t protest once. Just watches you with loving eyes as he settles you into the soft bed. His tongue dips to your chest and breasts, kissing and sucking away any remnants of his rough face fucking. His cum, your spit, and fuvk it, even the little snot specks—all of it he cleans up before coming up to your lips. He kisses you softly with gentle pecks, enough to ensure you can still catch your breath. He sucks your lower lip into your mouth before wiping his own with his thumb. You’re calmer now, sated and drifting so close to sleep.

Joel clambers into bed next to you, wrapping his arm under your head and swaddling you close. You instinctively roll into his embrace. Kissing his peck and rubbing your face against him dreamily with soft breaths. “Tha hit ther spert juss rite. Ur da bess, Jol.”

“I know. So are you.” He waits for a reply, but nothing comes from you. “Are you goin’ into a food coma, baby?”

Your gentle snores answer him, along with the drool now pooling on his peck.

He chuckles and pulls your head into his face, inhaling your scent. Strong, secure, graceful hands caress your big belly. Your very very full belly, the one that he’s not going to envy when it gives you a the tummy ache tomorrow from stuffing it with so much junk food tonight. 

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A little prompt for you, if it tickles your fancy…

A mother-to-be is chilling at home on maternity leave. She’s been having contractions all morning and they’re gradually getting more intense and closer together. Not wanting to bother her partner at work at the first twinge of labour, she spends the day riding out the contractions until they’re close enough together to warrant the phone call.

Eventually they’re strong enough to steal her breath away, coming every five minutes for a solid hour, and she’s pretty sure her waters are breaking. Before making the call to her partner she pops in the bathroom to clean up and change, only when she goes to leave she finds the door is jammed. Well and truly completely stuck. With no phone and only a small latch window, our mother-to-be is stuck in the bathroom and dangerously close to pushing…

~ @shhhsecretsideblog 💜

words: 1177

content: inconvenient birth, fpreg

Absolutely delightful prompt, but then, I expect nothing less from such an incredible writer!

Working from Home

Cleo had been having a productive morning; despite starting her maternity leave a week ago, she had become attuned to remote work, her laptop balanced on her overdue belly, a ready supply of pillows to support her aching back and hips and feet. Even as her belly began to seize periodically, ramping up in both intensity and pace, she’d kept her focus on her work, not wanting to bother her girlfriend at work.

“Shhh,” she’d murmured to her restless womb, rippling with contractions severe enough at this point to make her gasp. “Let momma finish this email, maybe grab lunch.”

The next one had her doubled over her belly, clutching the armrest as she rode out the pain. She was having a difficult time sitting at this point. The pains had introduced a new sensation, intense in its own right: a deep pressure between her hips, weighing down on her cervix. She shifted, lifting her hips from the sofa with a low moan.

“Okay,” she panted at the end of the contraction, shakily removing her glasses to wipe the lenses on the edges of her sweater. “Okay, it might be time to make the call.”

As she stood, she realized that her yoga pants had trails of liquid running down them, and at her crotch a dripping spot had formed.

‘Shit,’ she thought. ��That’s my waters.’

She knew her girlfriend would usher her to the hospital without letting Cleo get a word in otherwise. Messy tangled bun; sweat stains; belly hanging low from the hem of her once-oversized sweatshirt…. Cleo thought she could afford to freshen up before she went.

She waddled to the bathroom, with an awkward wide-legged gait. The pressure was getting nearly unbearable.

After rinsing her face she tugged down her sodden pants and as they dropped to the floor she suffered another hard contraction.

Braced over the counter, Cleo instinctively bent her knees and swayed her hips in slow circles. Her breathless grunt was punctuated by a sharp release of breath near the end.

The pressure was incessant, demanding. She was aware of a large mass, burrowed deep into the cervix, something she could only presume to be the head. It was getting to be so bad that she almost felt like—

Cleo shook her head. She reached for her phone, only to realize she’d left it on the couch by her laptop. She huffed. With the baby so close, even walking was an ordeal. Trying the knob, she found it didn’t turn. The door wouldn’t budge either. Tugging on it, throwing her weight back with an increasing sense of dread, Cleo realized that the door must be jammed. ‘Not now,’ she thought. ‘Please, not now.’ Despite her best efforts, the door remained shut. Turning, she scrutinized the window now. Maybe-? No. Without her massive belly, the squeeze might have been possible. Not now, though.

Cleo tried to remain collected. “Is it one? One-thirty, it must be. So if she gets off at three, then….” Two hours. She looked down at her protruding swell, swollen and almost misshapen with the size of her baby. Could she hold it in that long? She had to, if she didn’t want to give birth by herself in the bathroom.

The next contraction came with an enormous amount of pressure, nearly buckling her knees. She couldn’t help the groan that rumbled from her throat. It barely sounded like her own voice, deep and animalistic. Palming her clenched belly with both hands, she quickly waddled to the toilet, trailing fluids, and dropped heavily to the seat. Naively, she was hoping that the pressure and its accompanying urge was nothing more than a bathroom feeling. However, as the contraction reached its peak, the urge became undeniable.

She had to push.

She had to bear down, NOW.

Without thinking, Cleo was arching her back and thrusting her belly out and pushing hard on the toilet. She bellowed, red-faced with exertion, as the large round mass began to press downward, with slow force. Her knees sprang apart, struggling to accommodate the seemingly impossible width of the baby moving through her. As the contraction began to fade she was able to pull herself from her involuntary pushing efforts, and regain a semblance of control over her body.

She panted vigorously. Strands of dark blond hair clung to her damp forehead. Her glasses fogged with heavy breaths. Cleo knew she had little time before the next contraction, and spent it lifting her encumbered laboring body from the toilet seat to shamble to the window. Her fingers fumbled with the latch. Her belly felt so low and heavy, dense with pregnancy, almost ready to drop right off her frame. She managed to open the window, grunting as she was forced to strain on her tiptoes. Drawing in a breath, she began to shout.

"Help! Please! Someone, mmh, I'm trapped here and I'm in, ohhhh, I'm in labor---!"

Pressure was building again, splitting through her hips, her belly constricting into a tight ball of muscle. Her voice strained tightly as she shouted.

"Oh GOD, someone! P-please, I'm giving birth! I-I'm--- OH! I'm PUSHING!! It's coming, my baby's coming!"

Teeth gritted, palms to the wall, Cleo bore down silently again. Knees bending, dropped into a slight squat. She could feel it, moving down at an alarming speed. The stretch was immense. The weight was close to her opening, and by the time the contraction ended, she could feel herself beginning to bulge, the huge head lodged just before her lips. Trembling, cold with sweat, Cleo removed her sweater and threw it behind her before her knees gave out and she collapsed into all fours, instinctively needed to be lower to the floor, needed to be grounded as she focused on nothing but getting her baby out. She let her forehead rest against the cool porcelain tile. Her glasses clattered to the floor. One hand felt shakily behind her. Between her thighs her lips were bulging with the head, hot to the touch. She withdrew her probing fingers. They only confirmed what she could already feel, what she already knew, deep inside her, with the intuition of a birthing mother: the baby was coming.

All she could do was help it come. She raised her backside, lowered her shoulders. Readied herself on all fours for her first fully-involved push. When the contraction came she let loose a savage growl, pushing furiously, and felt herself beginning to open around the crowning skull. It was huge, fiery, overwhelming. Birth was all-consuming. She howled, with nothing else on her mind except expelling the baby from her body.

A light rapping at the window. Startled, nearing the end, Cleo glanced up. Her eyes with hazy with pain and primal urges.

A pair of startled eyes stared from the window. Her next-door neighbor.

"Miss Cleo---?!"

"Ah, ah.... hello. I need, urgh. Need to borrow your phone."

"For an ambulance?"

"No," Cleo shook her head, readying herself for the next contraction and another hard, groaning push. "My girlfriend. Gotta tell her, baby's almost here."

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So Lovely, It Feels So Right

Mat barzal x model!fem!reader

A visceral in doses fic

Warnings: SMUT, alcohol consumption, and mentions of tattoos (let me know if I missed anything)

Tonight’s the Isles wags’ annual galentine’s get together. It’s nothing fancy, just an intimate gathering at the Martin’s house. There are drinks, snacks, and a small gift exchange.

After laughing so hard your stomachs hurt and drinking various bottles of wine, it’s finally your turn to open your gift. You gently pull out the tissue paper and uncover a black thong with “i ❤️ barzal” printed on the front. You let out an infectious giggle, your cheeks growing red hot.

“Syd! Oh my god. I cannot believe you got me this,” you shriek, hands covering your eyes in faux shyness. You actually liked your little gift- that’d also be a gift for Mat.

“I wanted to get you something on brand for your relationship. We all know you love taking your man to bed. Anyways, soon you’ll be a Barzal,” she points out and you grow flustered thinking about your upcoming nuptials.

Once everyone opens their gifts and finishes their last glass of wine, someone suggests going to a tattoo shop and who are you to not go through with it? Maybe it isn’t the best idea for a bunch of inebriated women to go get tattoos, but you’ll never be one to deny a good time. Mat’s in for a treat later.

-

Walking up to your front door serves as a challenge, your heel keeps getting caught in the cobblestone of your driveway. It doesn’t help that your buzz is still lingering in your limbs. Finally pushing the door open, you sashay into your house. The sting of your fresh tattoo is very well present as you think about what Mat’s reaction will be like.

You walk in looking disheveled but content. Your cheeks are rosy and your eyes are glossy. Your hair is in its signature messy bun, tank top hiked up your chest to hide your newest addition to your ink collection. You don’t get far before you find Mat in the game room, playing around at the pool table.

“Baby,” you announce your presence, slowly making your way towards him.

As you round a corner of the pool table, your fingers trace the “Barzal” engraved in the wood. Your engagement ring catches every angle of the lighting, making it shine and making Mat’s heart race. He cannot wait to marry you.

“Hey, have a good night?” He asks, pulling you into his arms and swaying with you.

“A wonderful night. We laughed a lot. We also had a lot of wine,” you answer with your eyes closed in delight.

“I can tell,” that piqued your interest. You pop a single eye open.

“What do you mean?” You hop onto the edge of the pool table, arms looped over your fiancés shoulders.

“You’re all giggly and touchy. Major signs that you’re drunk,” he explains, kissing your neck.

You stay silent, too focused on his lips on your skin.

“Did Nolan go down easy?” You finally clear your head from thoughts of the man in front of you.

“Of course. He’s the most perfect baby. He had his bottle and I rocked him in the chair for a couple of hours before putting him in his crib. He’s all bundled up, too. He looks so precious,” Mat says and you coo just thinking about your baby boy.

“I’m glad he didn’t give you any trouble with his bottle. He’s been giving me hell just because I try to feed him with the bottle,” you sigh, body leaning into his.

“He’s a little momma’s boy. I can’t blame him.” You definitely agree with that.

Minutes pass by, Mat and you just looking into each other’s eyes. Every now and then he’ll play with your ring. It’s become a habit of his.

“I’m not drunk you know you,” you tut and tilt your head to the side, your eyes playfully glare him.

“Tipsy but not drunk,” you add, your heel clad feet reaching out to rub against his muscly thighs. He immediately catches your hint. You are feeling needy which is a usual occurrence when you drink wine.

“What do you need, pretty girl?” His voice gets raspy and he picks up your legs one by one and takes off your heels.

“You, baby. I need you,” you pull him down into a kiss, head starting to spin when he invades your mouth with his tongue.

His hands caress your thighs over your jeans, steadily rising to the button and zipper. The heat in the room rises and the moisture starts to collect in your underwear when he starts to undo your pants.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs when he sees your specially made panties.

You giggle and pull him into another kiss, this time you’re the one shoving your tongue down his throat. You grip and pull at his soft locks, just the way his touch grips your every nerve ending and sets them alight. Plus, the moans that vibrate through his chest are enough of a reason to not let go.

He guides you back to lay down, your body erupting in chills from his touch on your bare skin and the cold of the table. He softly squeezes at your legs in a subtle tease before pulling down your thong with his teeth, eyes zeroed in on your reaction. Just by the way your chest heaves and your legs subconsciously widen is proof enough that you’re enjoying what he’s doing.

Your core glistens for him and he wants so badly to dive into your wet folds, but he always wants to tease you. If it’s for a minute or more depends on his mood. He’s feeling giving and generous, so he won’t tease you too much but just work you up until you’re antsy. He kneels down, eyesight perfectly level with one of his favorite sights: you, wet and begging. He lays kisses up your legs, nipping tenderly at the stretch marks on your inner thighs. You reach down and intertwine your fingers with his, your ring biting at his skin, a reminder of your future. Continuing on his path upward, he purses his lips and blows a cool stream of air on your wetness, eyes darkening at your whimpers. He lets a small laugh pass through his lips and presses a sweet kiss just below your belly button.

“Do something, please,” you beg, squeezing his hand.

“Do what?” He acts innocent, but you know he’s just trying to get you to voice your needs.

“Eat me out or fuck me. Just do something,” you whine, a low scream falling from your lips as he leans up to mouth at your neck. His clothed cock rubs against your pussy, sending tingles throughout your entire body.

“You’re sexy when you’re bossy,” he whispers in your ear, sending you into a frenzy of sexual tension that’s dying to be resolved.

“If you don’t do anything, I’ll just get myself off,” you sass, closing your legs just a bit.

Mat stops you before you can close them all the way, his fingers opening you up so he can spit on your clit. The feral urge you have for him increases just by the action alone. You lift up your hips, but he quickly pins them down. Your annoyed huff turns into an airy moan when his thick fingers spreading your wetness around your fluttering hole. He delicately kisses around your mound, pressing a loving kiss to your clit.

The few deep breaths you take don’t prepare you for the way pleasure engulfs your body when Mat wraps his lips around your clit. His tongue nudges it while his lips continuously suction around the bud. You tug at your own hair, feeling your mind grow fuzzy when you hear his obscene moans. The vibration feels even better.

“You like that, baby?” He speaks his words into the apex of your thighs.

You numbly nod your head, already high on the overwhelming bliss that comes from his mouth alone.

“Words, baby,” he trades his lips for his finger tip, softly massaging slow circles into your bundle of nerves.

“I love it so much. It feels so good,” you comply albeit being breathless.

Every rational thought flees your head when he starts tracing his name with the tip of his tongue, sending you on a hazy spiral towards your orgasm.

“Fuck, baby. I’m yours,” you chant, knowing he was staking his claim even though he doesn’t need to.

You don’t even realize him pulling away until he’s pushing your tank top further up your chest, unveiling your boobs. He loves when you’re braless. He licks his lips, leaving sucking kisses all up your torso. For a quick moment you snap out of your daze, remembering your new tattoo that your fiancé still doesn’t know about. Luckily, he doesn’t pull your top off all the way.

“Is my pretty girl still sensitive?” He knows damn well your boobs are still sensitive from breastfeeding for 7 months.

You whisper a yes, but it’s quickly replaced with a cry as he softly sucks them into his mouth. It doesn’t last long because you’re still producing milk, so he decides to suck on the flesh surrounding your nipples. No low cut tops are in your future unless you want people to witness the craving Mat’s mouth had. You will definitely be looking like a cheetah after he’s done with you.

You lift your hips up into him, begging for friction, but also distracting him from eventually making his way to your tattoo. You didn’t want him to see it just yet.

He spreads your folds open again, not holding back and he immediately starts lapping up your arousal. The slurping noises fill your ears and his ravenous moans make you even wetter.

“You taste so good, pretty girl. I can eat your pretty pussy all day,” he praises, voice sweet and thick like honey.

“I love you,” you reply.

“I love you.” His words are followed by his tongue entering your weeping hole.

Your body arches off the pool table, screams and moan ripping from your throat as he fucks you with his tongue. Again, your hips lift up, but this time Mat doesn’t press them down. He holds up your lower body, burying his face in your pussy.

“Fuck. Just like that, baby. Please don’t stop.”

The vibrations from his moans and grunts make your brain short circuit, the mind numbing sensation has you in its palm.

You reach down, a hand back in his hair and the other planted on his upper back. The cold metal of your ring feels nice against his warm skin.

“I’m going to cum,” you whine, your cunt clenching down on his tongue.

“Not yet.”

“Please,” it comes out in a gasp, Mat’s thick fingers sinking into your pussy.

His fingers move slowly in a come hither motion, dragging out your pleasure and making you wait until you can let that knot in your stomach snap. His tongue flattens against your clit, his face moving side to side to continuously apply friction.

“Maty, please. I can’t do it. I need to cum, please,” you beg, legs closing around Mat’s head.

“I need you to hold it baby,” he whispers against your soaking cunt.

“I can’t. I can’t,” your body is trembling and you’re trying to steady yourself, but it feels too good. Your orgasm is on the brink of destruction.

He sets you down, one hand pressing into your lower abdomen while his fingers fuck up into you. Throwing your head back, both your arms reach out to grip onto something. Tears stream down your face, but you’ve never felt more alive.

“Cum for me, baby. Make a mess,” he finally gives you the green light.

Everything goes blurry, the pressure in your stomach releases and you feel liquid squirt out of you, and the state of euphoria your body is in is unexplainable. Mat’s fingers work you through your orgasm with slow strokes but still enough to make you twitch.

“You’re so beautiful, my love. I didn’t know you could squirt like that,” he muses, pecking your thighs.

You whimper when he pulls his fingers out. It’s erotic the way your release drips down his hand. For a moment, you think he’ll lick it up, but you’re proven wrong when he gets you to sit up. He guides his fingers to your mouth and you willingly suck on them, moaning at the taste of yourself. Your eyes peer into his eyes, hooded and dark, they reel him in. Out are his fingers, and his lips press to yours. Salacious moans pass between your mouths when he sucks on your tongue. He’ll never get tired of your taste.

“I love you,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips, nipping and pulling at your bottom one.

You smile dazedly at him, feeling sleepy and cuddly in his arms.

“Come on, baby. Let me take you upstairs and get you in a bath,” he coos, rubbing at your back.

“In one minute. I want to stay here in your arms for a little while. I missed you today,” you kiss his chin and the side of his jaw.

“Nols and I did, too,” he says.

“Tomorrow we cuddle in bed all day,” you state.

“Whatever you want. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I love you,” he tells you.

You look over at the clock hanging on the wall and realize it’s well past midnight.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby daddy. I love you so much,” you kiss him once more.

“I actually have a small surprise for you,” you whisper into his mouth.

“What’s that, pretty girl?” He looks at you expectantly.

You pull your tank top over your head with one hand, so the other can still cover up your tattoo. Slowly, you move your hand away to finally show off the ‘13.’

“Holy shit. No way, babe. That’s hot,” Mat gasps, reaching out to touch it.

“Just for you, baby,” you softly whimper, your skin still sore from the incessant needle.

He looks at you with such tender love and feral, sexual desire. You can feel the tension fill the room again, your cunt begging for him and his cock straining against his basketball shorts. You’re both in for a long night.

a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day my lovelies! I hope you know you’re loved so much🫶 I hope you all enjoy!

[eyesofshinigami]

It Ain't About the Pitch

Rating: G

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, fluff

Prompt: For @shares-a-vest "Love is tolerating your partner's terrible singing"

WC: 826

Written for Day 26 of @steddielovemonth

There were many, many things that Steve was good at. Eddie should know, as he’s become the foremost expert on all things Steve Harrington. So, he would be able to easily wax poetic about how good of a cook Steve is, how great he is in bed. He could also tell you how Steve seems to remember things about people that no one else does, or his uncanny knack for knowing where stuff is, even at other people’s houses. 

There are so many wonderful things that Steve is good at. Just…

Singing isn’t one of them. 

Dancing? Steve’s got that down pat. He’s got moves that could make your momma blush and Eddie is a weak, weak man for his boyfriend shaking his hips like that. But singing… Steve’s about as tone deaf as they come. 

That doesn’t stop him from singing his heart out, and Eddie has to admire that about him. Like right now, with Steve prancing around their kitchen in a pair of sweatpants and one of Eddie’s old band tees, warbling along with George Micheal’s new song about having faith while he’s flipping pancakes like a pro.

“Eddie, man… I think we need to tell him,” Dustin says, breaking Eddie out of his Steve-induced coma. “How can you stand that? He sounds like a cat that’s had its tail rocked on too many times!”

Dustin isn’t wrong, exactly, but Eddie shakes his head. “Leave him alone, Henderson. He’s having fun.” 

While it is an absolute assault on his senses, Steve’s lack of pitch and his incredible love of pop music, Eddie loves him like this. Unself-conscious and free, dancing and singing like he hasn’t got a care in the world. Eddie knows that even now, Steve feels like he needs to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. He’s always ready to jump head first into a problem, to stand between those he loves and the world like he’s got something to prove. So, to see him wiggling his hips and singing “Faith” off-key? Yeah, Eddie wouldn’t trade that for the world. 

Dustin whines. “He’s killing me. And George Micheal? Come on!”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “There’s the door, Henderson. No one’s keeping you here. Hell, if you leave, that means I can convince Steve to give me a private dance right there in the kitchen!” 

It has the intended effect, making Dustin groan even louder. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, the kids know how this works now. “Gross, I don’t even want to think about you two bumping uglies where Steve makes my pancakes.”

“There aren’t going to be any pancakes if you don’t stop griping,” Steve calls out in a sing-song voice, still wiggling his hips. “What’s got you all bent out of shape this time?”

“Your-”

Eddie clasps a hand over Dustin’s mouth and glares at him. “What isn’t Henderson griping about, baby? Don’t you worry, I’ll set him straight.” 

Steve just shrugs and goes back to making pancakes, tapping his foot as the song shifts to something else. Eddie vaguely recognizes it, but Steve is yell-singing about how heaven is a place on Earth. It’s terrible. It’s awful. It’s the best thing he’s ever seen in his life.

“I swear to god, Henderson, if you make him upset because he can’t sing, I will end you and every single character you roll in any of my games,” Eddie hisses through clenched teeth. 

He hears a snort from behind him, turning to see Steve standing behind the two of them with an amused grin on his face. “You don’t have to spare my feelings, I know I sound awful.” 

Eddie releases Dustin and pulls Steve into a hug. He’s got a smear of batter on his face but he’s smiling so sweetly, soft in the way that makes Eddie melt on the inside. “Awful is a really strong word. I’m just happy you’re happy, baby. I’d listen to you caterwaul all day and night if it makes you smile like that.”

A pretty pink blush breaks out over Steve’s cheeks. It kind of makes Eddie wish he had kicked Dustin out when he had the chance. “Such a sweet talker you are,” Steve teases, closing the distance to bring their lips together in a sweet kiss that’s just a little bit dirty. 

“Ugh, man, go back to singing, Steve, I can’t take this anymore. This is the last time I stay over after a movie night.”

They break apart and Steve throws his dish towel at Dustin. “And this will be the last time I make you pancakes, you ungrateful little shit. Even though I got- oh shit! Eddie! I know this one!” Steve starts dancing in Eddie’s arms, crooning along with whatever song has just come on the radio. He gets Eddie dancing too, and Dustin even reluctantly starts shimmying along with the beat. 

Yeah, who needs perfect pitch when he’s got this right here?

[lgg5989]

Buy Dirt - A One Beer Universe Fic

This is for @callmemana! Thank you so much for the request dear, I'm so sorry it took so long to get out but I hope you enjoy it none the less. Congrats to 100 followers!!! That's so amazing :D

Thanks to @barbiewritesstuff for betaing this for me, you are the best bestie!

This is based on the song Buy Dirt by Jordan Davis.

(IK IK this is Lew Lew with Rhett Abott vibes but I love his smile)

Bob let out a deep sigh from the other side of the bed causing a sad smile to come across your face. Today was always hard for him. While most people were enjoying the end of the holidays and the start of the new year, Bob always found himself in mourning on January first. 

You rolled over, taking him in for a moment before pressing yourself close to him, or as close as you could with the protrusion of your belly between the two of you. Bob was laying on his back, one arm bent behind his head, and the other now wrapped up around your back. 

“Sorry darlin’,” he said quietly before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Didn’t mean to wake you.” 

You gave him a small smile, “You didn’t.” 

The two of you laid in a comfortable silence for a while before you felt the baby inside you stir. You took your husband's hand from behind his head and pressed it to your stomach, watching the smile that spread across his face at the sharp kicks you were being subjected to. The pressure of his hand increased for a second as he shifted in the bed, his head now closer to your round belly. 

“Hey there little one,” he said, pressing a kiss over your bump, “Be gentle with your momma.”

At his words, the kicking slowed, and you let out a small laugh at the change, “I don’t know how you do that love,” you said, looking down at him in wonder. 

He smiled up at you and you thought that maybe his victory with your next bundle of joy would be enough to pull him from his thoughts, but his eyes didn’t light up like they usually did. 

“You thinkin’ about him?” you asked quietly, one hand caressing the side of his head, stopping to cradle his cheek. 

Bob let out another heavy sigh before answering, “More so than usual this year.” 

You nodded in understanding. This year marked two years since his grandfather, Edward Floyd, had passed away. 

“Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll get the kids up?” you suggested, knowing your eyes were full of concern. 

“You don’t have to do that darlin’, I can-” he started. 

“I want to, I know how much he meant to you, let me take care of you Robby,” you said, rubbing your thumb across his cheek before turning to try and gracefully roll out of bed, not allowing him any more time to argue. 

—

Bob watched you leave the room after pulling on one of his sweatshirts, the hem hanging well past your hips. A small smile found its way on his face at the sight, but it quickly fell from his lips with the reminder of why he had the day off. 

Letting out another deep sigh, he sat up on the edge of the bed, glancing at the bookshelf in the corner of the room, his eyes landed on one of the only photos of Ed squared together and his mind started to wander back to the day it was taken. 

Bob was on leave, he had requested it as far in advance as he could to ensure he was home in time for his grandpop’s birthday. Ed Floyd was turning eighty in a few days, and the surprise you had helped Bob plan was something he knew would knock the older man’s socks off. 

While Ed was young at heart, the man’s body was run down after almost eighty hard earned years going around the sun. Because of this, he hadn’t been able to travel out to see his namesake, Eddie, since the little boy had been born, almost six months ago. 

The two of you shared a secret smile as Arthur made his way to the front door. 

“Bob said his present would be here soon pop, maybe this is it?” he called out behind him as he opened the door. Bob watched as his dad engulfed you in a tight hug, pressing a fatherly kiss to your forehead. 

“Y/n, how are you dear? Feeling okay since the baby? Little Eddie doing okay?” he asked quietly. 

You nodded, a smile splitting your face, “I’m wonderful, feeling much better now that he’s on a schedule. He’s just perfect, I don’t think we could be any more blessed.” 

Then he turned to Bob, “Bobby,” his dad said quietly, pulling him into a tight hug, “How are you?”

“We’re good dad,” he replied, holding up the baby carrier once he had been released to show off the newest addition to the Floyd family. 

“Well, who is it?” a gruff voice called from inside the house. 

Dad let out a laugh before responding, “It’s your gift!” 

“You better not be snooping through it!” Grandpop called out, “Any contraband that boy sent me is mine!” 

Bob’s face split into a smile as he raised his voice, “Don’t worry, he’s not snooping! Besides, the contraband is still in the car.”

Bob led the way into the house, finding Grandpop sitting in the living room in front of the TV. 

“Bobby!” he exclaimed, attempting to rise from his lazy chair. 

“Grandpop, don’t get up!” Bob said, taking the few long strides required to beat his grandpa up. 

The older man rose to his full height, his eyes squinting towards Bob, “I will get up if I damn well please, thank you very much,” he said, a smile on his face, “I’m old, not dead.” 

Bob watched the moment he realized that Y/n was here, so that meant, “Alright, where’s the little bug at?” he asked, excitement on his face. 

The sound of clattering glass in the kitchen pulled Bob from his reverie. With another sad huff, he stood from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Not following his usual schedule at all, Bob stepped right into the shower. He relished in the numbing sensation of the cold spray for far longer than any decent person would. As he heard the small shrieks and yells of Eddie and Katie through the walls, his mind wandered to the advice his Grandpop had given him years ago. 

While you were putting Eddie down for his nap, Bob joined his grandfather on the back porch of their family home. The hills of Tennessee were rolling out in front of him and he couldn’t help but smile as he handed his grandfather a fresh cup of coffee, “Here you go Pops.” 

“Thanks buckaroo,” the man said. He paused to take a sip of the steaming brew before a smile came over his face as he asked, “Your daddy still fussing over little Ed?”

Bob let out a laugh, “I don’t think there will be a day that he doesn’t fuss over little Ed.” 

“That’s as it should be,” Pops said with a sigh, turning to look at Bob fully, “What you been up to lately?”

Sighing deeply, Bob reflected, since Eddie had been born, it felt like all he was trying to do was make ends meet. With his enrollment in the Naval Academy, he knew he was going to have to pick something to go into soon, but he couldn’t help but look at the ES pay values of each job. All he wanted to do was give his small family a future. 

“Chasing a dollar,” he admitted quietly, finding all he could seem to look at was the hills beyond the house. 

The porch was silent for a moment as they both took sips of coffee, Bob was surprised to hear Pops let out a small laugh, “We all do boy. I’ll give you my two cents on making a dollar count.” 

Bob waited with anticipation as Pops took another sip of his steaming mug, “Buy dirt.”

He paused for a moment, not sure he heard the older man correctly, but before he could question it, his gravelly voice continued, “You’ve got the one you can’t live without, and you’re doing right by her,” he said with admiration in his voice, “Do what you love, but call it work,” he continued, pinning him with a meaningful look. 

Another pause and another sip of coffee, “Throw a little money in the plate at church,” he continued, “Send those prayers up and some roots down deep.”

Pops laughed a little before continuing, “You’ve added a limb to the family tree, enjoy that boy Bobby, he’ll grow faster than that grass always seems to.” 

Bob was pulled from his memory, this time by your voice, “Robby?”

“I’m sorry love, can you repeat that?” he called back, turning the water off and stepping out of the shower, his eyes on you. 

You gave him a sad smile, “I’ve got breakfast ready when you are.” 

“Be right there darlin’,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to your temple as he stepped back into the bedroom to get dressed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you wince, but you brushed it off rather quickly, so he let it go. 

By the time he attempted to pull himself from his mood and make it out to the breakfast table, Eddie and Katie had already dug in, both of them having chocolate smeared across their cheeks from the chocolate chip pancakes you had made. 

“Daddy!” Katie cried, a wide smile on her face, “I saved your seat!” 

“Thank you baby, I don’t know what I would do without you,” Bob said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head as he sat down in the chair across from you. 

—

After breakfast was eaten and cleaned up, the rest of New Year’s day was spent inside the house. Eddie and Katie playing with the toys they had gotten for Christmas while Bob and you were attempting to do a few chores around the house. 

Feeling fatigued, you laid down on your bed opting for an afternoon nap. After what felt like only seconds of comfort, you felt a sharp pain radiate over your stomach and your eyes flew open, “Bob!” 

As you attempted to sit up, another, stronger, pain caused you to flinch, keeping you on the bed. You heard rushed footsteps coming down the hall, “What’s wrong?” your husband asked as he appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide and concerned. 

“I think I’m going into labor,” you said quickly before the panic started to set in, “But I’m not due for another two weeks!” 

Before you could descend any further into yourself, Bob’s arms wrapped around you, “Hey, it's okay. They just want to meet us early, okay?” 

You felt yourself nod, your head resting above Bob’s heart allowed you to hear the beat of his heart as you calmed yourself down. 

“I’m going to go call Phoenix, can you get the bag ready?” he asked, using a finger to bring your face up to his. 

“I think so,” you said, feeling calmer than just a few minutes before. You turned from his hold to reach for the fresh basket of laundry you had been meaning to put away for a few days, beginning to rifle through it to gather clothes for both you and Bob. 

His voice filtered into the bedroom from the living room and you listened as you packed clothes into Bob’s Navy duffle, “I know, she’s a bit early��yeah, whenever you can get here…don’t rush please, my kids need their Auntie Nix…okay, see you soon.” 

“Okay, Phoenix is on her way,” he said, coming back into the room.

“Auntie Nix is coming?!” Katie exclaimed, crawling up on to the bed, “Where are you goin’ momma?”

You smiled at your baby girl, “Daddy and I are going to meet the new baby,” you said as calmly as possible. 

“Is he coming today?” Eddie asked, eyes wide. 

Bob let out a small laugh, ruffling the your eight year old’s hair, “Yeah buddy, they are coming today, whoever they may be.” 

You heard a grumbled, “I hope it's a boy,” under your son’s breath and it caused you to laugh. At that moment, another contraction took you, causing your laugh to turn into a breathless groan. 

“Alright honey,” Bob started, “Where is the baby stuff?” 

“Just in the nursery, I have some things laid out on the changing table,” you said, pressing one hand to your side, trying to relieve the pain. 

“Alright,” he said, grabbing the bag and moving quickly down the hall. You turned to look at Eddie and Katie, “Let’s go wait by the door for Auntie Nix, okay?” 

“Okay momma!” Katie called, rushing out of the room, Eddie stood there looking at you with scared eyes, “Are you okay momma?” 

Your heart melted at his concern, “I’m alright baby,” you said, pulling him into a side hug as you waddled to the front door and took a seat on the shoe bench. 

There was a knock at the door and before you could even think about rising from the position you had settled in, Bob dropped the duffle at your feet and pulled the door open, “Phoenix, thanks for coming.” 

Natasha stepped into the house, folding her aviators into her shirt, her motorcycle helmet tucked under her arm, “Of course Bobby, gotta make sure your Baby On Board makes it to the hospital in time,” she replied with a wink in your direction. 

You snorted at her quip, having heard the tale of their first day in training with Mav several times over. Another flash of pain radiated out of you, causing you to flinch again. 

Bob wrapped an arm around your shoulders, supporting some of your weight as he guided you to stand, “Okay, you two be good for Auntie Nix, we will see you soon okay?” 

Nat grabbed the duffle and slipped it over Bob’s free shoulder, “Drive safe you two, let me know when you want me to bring them by okay?” 

“Thanks Nat,” you called as Bob ushered you out of the house. 

—

After two hours of labor and lots of hand squeezing, Hank Edward Floyd was brought screaming into the world. Bob was sitting in the recliner provided in the birthing suite, little Hank settled into his arms as he watched the two of you sleep. His mind started to wander back to the memory he had been visiting this morning, and a smile spread over his face. 

Pops laughed a little before continuing, “You’ve added a limb to the family tree, enjoy that boy Bobby, he’ll grow faster than that grass always seems to.” 

Bob smiled, his mind drifting to the small baby you likely almost had asleep upstairs. Pops’ voice pulled him from the thought, his voice going quieter than Bob had ever heard, “‘Cause the truth about it is, it all goes by real quick. You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy dirt. You gotta find you a few things that matter, that you can put a fence around, and then you need to thank the Good Lord for it, ‘cause he ain’t makin’ any more of it.” 

Phoenix appeared in the doorway, Katie held in her arms and Eddie at her side, “Hey there Bobert, got a baby for us to look at?” she asked, a smile on her face. 

“Is it a boy?” Eddied asked, his eyes wide as he walked over to sit in the recliner next to Bob, and your face broke into a smile. 

Bob nodded, smiling at his oldest son, “It's a boy, Hank Edward Floyd,” he announced proudly, watching for Eddie’s reaction. 

Eddie’s eyes got wide, “He’s named after Pops too?” 

“Yes he is,” Bob affirmed, “Do you want to hold him?” 

Ed nodded, his face nervous as he climbed onto Bob’s lap to look down at his little brother. 

So buy dirt

Find the one you can't live without

Get a ring, let your knee hit the ground

Do what you love but call it work

And throw a little money in the plate at church

Send your prayers up and your roots down deep

Add a few limbs to your family tree

And watch their pencil marks

And the grass in the yard all grow up

'Cause the truth about it is

It all goes by real quick

You can't buy happiness

But you can buy dirt

[davycoquette]

the interview 2/3

PART ONE

Gingerly stepping over Robert Barclay's stiffening corpse, I cross the kitchen to pick up the phone hanging on the wall. The dial tone buzzes, filling my ear like the droning of flies. Bile gurgles into my throat, and I hang up so I can swallow it back down.

I sink to my haunches, dropping my notebook and recorder. My fingers claw through my hair and I curl into myself. My mantra goes, "Oh, God. Jesus. Fuck."

A deep groan answers from behind me.

My heart launches into my mouth and I pirouette out of my crouch. I only manage to twist and land on my ass, then crab-walk a few paces from Robert Barclay’s corpse. This is the first good look I’ve gotten at his face. He looks like one of those wax figures in a museum, but on a day when the AC’s busted. His eyes stand wide open and his mouth is agape, resin teeth slanted like they're ready to drop out. One hand is stretched out toward me and the other is curled into his chest.

"Rob? Rob, are you…" Still in there?

It's gas escaping. Some crime scene investigator I talked to a couple years back mentioned this happened when we were gearing up for the interview. It always stuck with me, popping into my conscience intermittently. Death is embarrassing. It's always embarrassed me. I don't know why.

His body gives a little squeak and I gag.

I guess someday this is gonna be me. Maybe someday soon. This is why my momma calls all the time. She thinks I'm gonna overdose, and some jackass is gonna walk in on me stiff on a floor somewhere.

R. Barclay's sounds have attracted his little terrier, and it's sniffing around his face. I summon it away with a click of my tongue and put my hand out. It scurries over with its nubby tail going fast and licks at my fingers, and I scrub its saliva over the crown of its head before picking myself up off the floor.

Robert Barclay is one of those writers who’ll remain a household name. They already make you read one of his books when you're in high school. He's a 'great American' author, and I'll be the forgotten asshole who missed the chance to do his last interview.

If I just got here yesterday, I think. Or did he kick it yesterday?

I look at his little dog, and it sort of looks back at me with its beady eyes that skew in opposite directions.

"Where's your food at, baby?" I ask, and it turns in a tight circle. "Ready to eat? You want breakfast?"

More circles.

I start going through cabinets, but I'm met with leaning towers of pots and pans and plastic containers in each one. He can't have used any of this shit in years. Poor old guy's probably been living on crackers and buffet cafeterias. He never had kids. Never married.

Up until now, he'd been driving himself — I saw his Buick out front where I parked my Amigo. It was like any other geezer's car: beat up around the bumper. Grey, enormous.

The little dog tires of my searching and tap-dances over to a plastic bin near the sliding door where Robert Barclay has his breakfast nook. There's hard bread crumbs on the glass-top table, a few little ants scurrying up and down the wall.

I scoop some kibble out of the bin and deposit it in the dog's food bowl. It lets me check the tag on its collar while it's scarfing the little cardboard flavored nuggets down. Raisin. The name is familiar, I realize; the little author biography blurb I read when I took the job mentioned something about R. Barclay living alone with his dog, Raisin.

While Raisin crunches kibbles, I stand and lean against the counter.

"I was gonna ask if you were working on anything," I tell Rob's body. "And if you ever thought your books were gonna be required reading for schoolkids."

Raisin dislodges a kibble with a wet sounding cough.

"I was gonna ask who you like reading these days."

I scrub my hand over my forehead, rake my fingers through my hair. My hand drops and I stare down at him. "Who do you like reading these days, Rob?"

A clock above the sink ticks as I stand over him. I haven't done much else since breaking in apart from feeding his dog. When he didn't come to the door, I'd stepped down off the concrete slab of his porch to shield my eyes and peer through his living room window, and I could see his silhouette on the kitchen floor from the front of the house. His place is situated out in the countryside, not a neighbor in sight. He doesn't lock his windows, so I let myself in so I could use his phone to call the ambulance.

But there's no hurry. It's not like I want to spend more time than I have to with this unexpectedly stiff and cold version of Robert Barclay, but there's a little part of me that's irrationally concerned I'll be blamed for his death. I have to talk myself down from that ledge: you had an appointment. He's been dead for hours, at least. What motive could you have possibly had? I guess I'm already anxious about what Jason's gonna say; it makes everything feel like one grand conspiracy to ruin me.

I've got some pills in my Isuzu Amigo parked outside. Standing there with my hip leaned against R. Barclay's kitchen counter, I think I better go pop one or four. I'll seem more collected, less suspicious, when the cops get here.

…Will they send cops?

PART THREE

[flnpushy]

helios 3 Angel Birth

Continuing the Luna Legacy. More to come soon as Kara nears her first birth!

A Few short hours after attending Molly’s birth Kara was heading to garden 30 once more to meet up with Angel as she promised. Kara figured Angel must be getting pushy as her sac of waters had broke hours before.  As she made her way through the hallways of Helios Birth Center it was strangely quiet. She approached garden 30 entry door but stopped as an alert tone came from above.

“This is Central Command with an announcement to all expecting and birthing mothers.”

“It has come to our attention that we need to address central mission policy. There will be no assisted births by other mothers, you are allowed to give support, but do not assist in delivering a baby, no matter how much the mother is struggling you are to remain hands off. Also do not rush your births, rushing causes tears and injury to mom and baby. We strive to protect mothers in this mission and their young as they are the future of our mission. Please birth carefully and patiently. This has been a Central Command Announcement.” 

Kara took note and headed toward the spot Angel had mentioned. Kara made her way through the garden until she reached Angel. Angel was on a birth pad, curled up in pushing position. Kara could hear her little grunts and moans as she got closer. 

“Theres my cute little pusher!” Kara said.

“Oh your here!” Angel said. “Did you hear the annoucement?”

“Yes, I hope Molly is ok.” Kara said. 

“Hows baby coming?” Kara asked.

“Well no baby yet, this is now day 5.” Angel said.

“Yeah but you are carrying a big baby to!” Kara said. 

“True.” Angel said. 

“Well give me a big push, lets see where that little girl is.” Kara said. 

“Ok I’ll try and push her.” Angel said.

Angel pulled back her tiny legs and curled up, chin pressed against her belly. Her belly shook as she made a push. Angels Tiny little opening dripped a bit of fluid. 

“Oh Im so wet! Angel said. 

“Is that from you?” Kara asked.

“Yeah I was pleasuring myself.” Angel said.

“Is orgasmic birthing ok? Kara asked.

“Yes, I checked with Central Command, as long as it doesn’t hurt the baby, I figured shes  so far inside me it won’t hurt her.” Angel said.

“True yeah I see no signs of her head yet.” Kara said.

“Poor little baby stuck in mamma.” Angel said.

Kara giggled. “Yeah shes stuck alright, thats going to be a tight fit!” 

“I’ll be amazed if I can get her head out in the next 2 to 3 days.” Angel said.

“Well I’ll be here to support you!” Kara said. 

“Thank you, It makes me feel good to have you here as a friend.” Angel said.

Angel grabbed her opening with her hands and pulled it open exposing her vulva, and birth canal.

“Can you see her if I push?” Angel said grunting a push.

Kara moved over and looked inside Angels opening. Way in back as Angel bore down Kara could see a tiny little patch of hair very deep inside. 

“Yep I see a tiny little bit of hair wayyyy inside there, shes a long ways in yet.” Kara said. 

Angel let go of her opening, it slowly closed up hiding the babies tiny tuft of hair deep in the clenches or her skin. 

“So after 5 days I’m still a very pregnant girl?” Angel asked. 

“Yes hun, Very pregnant, she's not going to pop out anytime fast.” Kara said. 

Angel covered herself up with a blanket as she rubbed her big belly. 

“Well looks like you get to stay in my tummy a bit longer, But don’t worry momma will push you out eventually.” Angel said.

“So how is pregnancy going for you?” Angel asked Kara.

“Quite well, getting bigger each day, I enjoy being pregnant though.” Kara said.

“Well thats good, cause it has its moments.” Angel said.

“Honesty I’m looking forward to birth.” Kara said. 

“You actually want to push out a baby.” Angel said.

“Well yeah, birth is part of it, I enjoy it.” Kara said.

“Thats great Kara, Honestly at first I was dreading this, but now seeing myself all swollen up and pregnant, I’m coming around to it, I just feel so full and beautiful.” Angel said.

“Thats what its all about, Your beautiful and providing a great service to the mission.” Kara replied. 

Just then Angel felt pushy once more. 

“Its time to start working this baby out!” Angel said. 

“Ok you go girl, lets see them tummy pushing muscles.” Kara said. 

Angel uncovered herself and pulled back her legs. She gave a nice little push. Her belly button protruded with the push. She made cute little grunty noises as she tried pushing her baby.

“Oh you such a cute little pusher, That belly button is just to cute! Kara said. “Just keep working that bun out of your oven.” 

Angel pushed again, as she pushed her baby kicked in her belly, Kara could see the kicks as Angel continued to push.

“Active baby in there, shes protesting you trying to push her out of there!” Kara said. 

“Her little protests are so cute, I can feel her wanting to stay in my tummy.” Angel said. “But shes gotta come out eventually!” 

Angel resumed a few more pushes before taking a break. She knew getting the big baby out of her was going to be no easy task. About 20 more minutes of contractions came and went. Angel assumed a side laying position with her foot up on a squat bar. Her belly out in front of her beautiful little body.

“Kara can we check my progress again?” Angel asked.

“Of course, Hold open and push hard!” 

Angel reached down with her hands and pulled at the sides of her opening , opening up to reveal what was in her birth canal. Angel gave a hard push.

“Well look here, I see a baby head!” Kara said. “Her head is through the cervix and starting to come forward, Good job momma!”

Angel let go of her push and of her opening. Her tight skin entrapping the baby head back within her. She poked her finger in and tried to feel her, She was unfortunately still to far in to feel just yet.

“I want to feel my baby inside me. “ Angel said.

“You will shortly, just a bit more pushing.” Kara said.

Knowing her baby was close to her opening, Angel bore down hard trying to get baby out. She wanted to save energy, but she wanted to feel her baby to. Angel pushed and strained, but she was making progress. After another hour of pushing her opening began to start to bulge when she pushed. 

“Babies head is getting close!” Kara said. “Reach down and feel.” 

Angel reached down to feel, she poked her finger in and it eventually hit something.

“Oh thats babies head!” Angel said. “Its still very in me, but its there!”

“Yes, you are slowly becoming less pregnant.” Kara said. 

“Oh its exciting!” Angel said. 

“Now you just have to get that noggan out of there.” Kara said.

“Truth.” Angel replied. “Thats still a question whether she’ll fit.” 

Angel returned to pushing her baby, she was starting to bulge with each push. Though small, her little grunts and pushes were slowly moving the baby. Another hour went by with pushing and frequent breaks. 

“Ok lets see where she is at.” Kara said. 

Angel was still on her side, she pulled open her pussy revealing a tiny patch of head just inside.

“Baby is close!” Kara said. 

Angel poked her finger in and for the first time was wable to feel her babies head. Her pussy closed up around her finger once again covering baby. 

“Ohh my baby is so close!” Angel said.

“A few more pushes and she will start showing.” Kara said. 

Angel got right back to pushing, making her little body work to get the baby out. Each push was slowly making headway. After 5 days of labor, and 4 hours or straight pushing, her baby was about to make its first appearance in her opening. Angel worked for another 30 minutes, finally she got a result. Angel pushed hard and a tiny little tuft of hair poked out of her opening. Though it immediately went back in, Kara was happy to see some outward progress from all of Angels hard work.

“A little hair just poked out.” Kara said. 

“I can feel her stretching my opening now when I push.” Angel said. “It feels Amazing.”

“Good girl, Your doing well.” Kara said.

Angel switched positions to her back, she pulled back and pushed. The baby came forth a bit with a tiny tuft of hair poking out, Angel tried to get her to come farther but could not. She ended the push and the baby went back in her belly.

“Well your now in the hardest stage, Working that big head out, pushing baby against the tight perenuim that wants to hold baby in your tummy.” Kara said.

Angel pushed again bringing baby back into view briefly before retracting back in her belly. Angel could feel her slip back. She rubbed her big belly.

“Good girl, good girl, just doing what you need to do to come out.” Angel said.

Angel changed back to side laying, with one leg up on a squat bar. She made grunty pushes working her baby toward crown, yet crowning was a long ways away. Angel made a big push that moved the baby down to its farthest point yet. A tiny bit of the babies scalp was visible in her opening. With the end of the push it went back inside. Angel pushed again, the baby came into the opening a bit farther and then retreated back inside.

“Well its sure harder gettting un-pregnant then pregnant.” Angel said

“Yeah thats the truth, impregnation took like 3 minutes hahah!” Kara said.

“Its time for a change of scenery.” Angel said. 

After pushing for a few hours it was time to walk around a bit. As Angel stood up she could feel her baby retract farther inside her belly. Her belly got bigger as baby was now not as low in her body. She was still firmly pregnant, and baby wasn’t coming out easily. 

“Feels like I never pushed at all, shes so far in again.” Angel said

“There is a private area in Garden 10, I’d like to try and birth the head there.” Angel said.

Angel and Kara made there way to the entrance of garden 10. Garden ten was the waterfall garden. Similar to Garden 31, but with multiple water features. Angel found her favorite spot and was ready to get to work trying to get the head out. She was laying on her back. She made a few grunty pushes and was soon able to get the babies top of head to stay visible. Now Angel was in full battle mode. Her against her tight perineum holding baby inside. Angel pushed, forcing the babies head into her opening, as she held her push the baby stayed, but at the end of the push the baby went back in. She tried once more. Holding a push and seeing babies head, but then going back in at the end. 

“Tight spot there.” Kara said. 

“She's so close but so far!” Angel said.

“She will come out in time.” Kara said. 

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it, I didn’t expect this feeling.” Angel stated.

“What feeling?” Kara asked.

“The feeling of the baby coming into my opening, but then slipping back in, Its almost sensual in a way.” Angel said.

“As in sexual?” Kara asked.

“Yeah, orgasmic.” Angel said.

“Its the part we are missing.” Kara said. “We were impregnated artificially with a syringe, we didn’t get to experience impregnation by a man.” 

“This is true.” Angel said.

“We didn’t get to feel the intense pleasure of intercourse to get pregnant.” Kara said.

“Well maybe this feeling makes up for that.” Angel stated.

“Well I’m sure its not as good, but its something.” Kara said

Angel began pushing again. She pulled back her legs and bore down. Baby came into view right away, but slipped back right after the push. Angel rubbed her big belly, feeling it expand slightly as her baby slipped back in.

“Oooo yeah, Good girl.” Angel said aloud.

Angel pushed again feeling her baby push against her opening once more. It stayed for a few seconds before returning inside her. It was no progress, but Angel didn’t mind at all. Angel continued to work hard pushing her baby. She continued to push almost consistently, but made little progress. The babies head continued to slid in after every push. Angel stood up and walked around a bit to get the baby in a better position. Pacing helped her overall feeling, but didn’t really progress the baby. She then took position on a birthing stand, squatting to push. This helped open her, and the babies head was getting bigger in her opening. The head was starting to stay put after pushing. 

“Shes staying.” Kara said.

“Yes, I can feel the stretch!” Angel said as she pushed once more. 

Angel was excited to feel her babies head coming so far out, but it as short lived. Not long after her last push the head started to retract back in. Slowly the baby disappeared back inside her belly.

“Oh there she goes!” Kara said. 

“Yep back in!” Angel said feeling her belly swell back up. 

“Mmmm that does feel good though.” Angel said.

“Its good you like it, cause shes not going to just pop out of there!” Kara said.

“Remember reading about the past?” Angel said. “Back when women had babies that were 7-10 pounds?” Angel asked.

“Yeah, like a thousand years ago?” Kara replied.

“Yeah, crazy right, now they average 15-18 pounds at birth, we are pretty much birthing toddlers, not babies!” Angel stated.

“So true!” Kara said. “Thats why it takes, a week or more to birth them to!” 

Angel had another contraction and began pushing. The baby came forth quickly in her opening, slowly expanding it. The head came farther this time stretching its way through the tight clenches of Angels vagina. She pushed harder and harder, the baby wasn’t going back in, but it was progressing slowly forward. After almost 12 hours of constant pushing, she was making headway. The head was getting larger in the opening. 

“My goodness girl, I Can’t believe the stretch!” Kara said.

“I know, I dont know how much more I have to give!” Angel replied.

The baby stretched farther and farther out, The head was massive! The crown had begun, or so she thought. The baby wasn’t going back in, but it wasn’t progressing either. Angel gave a couple tries, but with no luck. The head held tight. She grabbed hard on the birth bar and tried again. Nothing. She deep squatted and pushed, she also wiggled her hips back and forth. No go. Angel wiggled a bit more but was unable to get the babies head to come free. The head was now near its widest point, but wasn’t coming out. Angel continued to try, but the baby was clearly stuck. 

“I’d help, but I can’t. Kara said. 

“I know, its ok, its stings so bad!” Angel said. 

“I can’t seem to stretch anymore!” Angel said.

Angel made a couple wiggles and deep squats to attempt to move the baby, but no progress was made. All of a sudden the baby began to retract back in. The retract was slow and Angel tried to fight it. 

“No shes going back in!” Angel said.

“Back in your belly!” Kara said. 

The baby slipped back in and out of sight. Angels belly swelled up as the baby slipped back inside. Angel was back to being fully pregnant. 

“Wow, now that was a slip in!” Kara said. 

“Yeah that was intense!” Angel said rubbing her big belly. 

Shortly after Angel began the pushing once more. The baby came forth quickly this time as she was now stretched out. The head slowly came back to the crown. Angel reached a hand down and wiggled the head slightly as she pushed. This was sensual for her. Feeling the baby wiggle in her opening was intense pleasure. After a few pushes and feeling the head move in her opening, she could hold back no longer. She orgasmed. The intense contractions forced the baby tighter in the opening. With a tiny yelp from Angel, the babies head popped free with a gush of fluids. 

“Shes here!” Angel said.

“Yes, Good girl.” Kara said. 

The babies head was now out, but Angel knew it would take much more time to birth the shoulders. She needed to get used to having a head between her legs as she may be in this state for up to a couple days. Angel stood up to attempt to walk. The babies head as so big that even with her legs slightly spread, the head was touching both of her legs. She was able to waddle, but not very efficiently. 

“I want to swim.” Angel said. 

“Yes that sounds lovely.” Kara agreed.

Angel pressed her com-link. 

“Two transports needed, Garden 10 back corner.” Angel said.

Within minutes two transport scooters arrived. Kara and Angel boarded them and headed toward the pool decks. As Angel was riding down the passageway she was trying desperately not to push, even though she had to. Luckily they arrived at the pool decks rather quickly. 

“The pools look busy this evening.” Angel said.

“Yes must be a popular time.” Kara said.

“Pick the one with the least folks if we can.” Angel said.

Kara approached the door and scanned in. The computer replied.

“Welcome to pool 3, there are currently 3 other users in birth.” 

“Good enough.” Angel said.

The door opened and the girls entered. The pool deck was similar to all the other pools. Deepest point was about a meter deep, and most of it was shallower. This pool however was the flagship birth pool, so the pool itself was equipt with squat bars, birth stools, and other birthing assistance. Inside the pool hall were three other birthing mothers. One mother in particular caught Angels eye. She was swimming in the deeper water, and Angel clearly could see her baby. She was at the same step in the process, head out and waiting shoulders. The second mother was perched on a birth stool, attempting to birth her babies head. Kara could tell she was clearly struggling as her face was reddish in color. The third mother was swimming in the shallows, upon closer look, Kara noticed that she had two tiny feet dangling from her opening, she was clearly birthing breech and just getting started. Kara and Angel hopped in. Angel loved the feeling of the warm water soothing her burning perineum. Her baby took notice to, as the water overcame the babies head she could feel tiny kicks in her belly. Angel swam a bit, and then took position on a birth stool. Her birth stool was nearby another mother, who was struggling to birth her baby. She was working and straining hard to get the head out, but not having much luck. Angel watched, she could see the babies head going in and out with each push. It made angel feel pushy to. Kara joined Angel as she began to push the shoulders. At first Angel was making tiny pushes without any real progress. Her attention was more focused on the mother nearby trying to get her babies head out. She watched the mother struggle and strain, only to have her baby go back inside after each push. Concentration then turned to her contractions. The force of her contractions was building as her body was trying its best to push the baby out. Angel just worked through each surge calmly and gently. A couple hours passed and Angel wanted to go back to Garden 10 to officially give birth. The girls made there way back on the scooters and took position in the nice secluded area. 

“Well I think its time to get that baby out!” Kara said. 

“Yes, time to work.” Angel replied.

With the babies head out, the work of the shoulders had begun. Angel selected a birth squat bar and began pushing hard. When a contraction came Angel squatted down to push, opening her pelvis. At the end of the push she returned to a semi-standing pose. Kara noticed that when Angel pushed her belly button protruded. This made her giggle.

“Whats funny?” Angel asked. 

“Your belly button when you push, its cute.” Kara said.

Angel kept going harder and harder. She began wiggling her hips as she pushed in attempt to free the baby. It was all quite the sight for Kara to watch. Soon tthe babies neck became more visible, she was making progress. She kept pushing.

Finally Angel squatted and pushed with all her might. The babies first shoulder popped free. The next push had the other shoulder. Now just the chest and body remained inside Angel. Angel waddled over to a birth pad holding onto the baby as she walked. She laid down and began pushing the body out, little by little the baby came free.

“You did it!” Kara said. 

“I know, my baby is here!” Angel replied. 

Angel alerted central command who came on got the baby, as well as Angel. It would now be 6 months before Angel would be re-impregnated again. Kara realized it would be all to soon for her to begin her birth. 

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Trish x Reader

You had recently been going out with a friend of a mutual friend. Her name was Trish and you found out that she lived a lavish lifestyle that she sustained while working as a dominatrix. You had no issues with that and only wondered why she chose to date someone as lame as you. Tonight was special because she was going to introduce you to her infant son. You always wanted to have a family so you were ecstatic and couldn't wait to meet the young boy.

"All right, we're here. I'll be back in a minute." she said as she winked. You were waiting outside of the local day care while sitting inside her luxury car. You weren't sure how you got so lucky but you only hoped it would stay like this. You saw you girlfriend return only to be greeted with a strange man.

"Hey babe, this is my son I told you about. He's two days old but he has a bit of a growth problem so he looks a lot older than he really is. The doctors aren't sure why he's going through puberty so young but I love him just as he is. His name is Vergil but he particularly likes it when you call him V." She introduced you and you stared dumbfounded while she ruffled his hair and placed her son in the booster seat (you swore she must be a witch because there was no way you could get a lanky drifter into a children's car seat.

"How was daycare sweetheart?" The man's face grew uncomfortable and his eyes shifted downward. "Did you make any new friends?" He cringed in disgust. "I don't need friends momma, I have Shadow, Griffon and Nightmare." For someone that was supposedly a baby he could speak remarkably well for his age. "Honey, it's fine to have imaginary friends but you should try to make real ones too." Her son got defensive. "THEY ARE REAL MOMMA, I SAW THEM!"

"Alright..., is there anything you would like for dinner?" V crossed his arms. "Fried chicken." She drove the three of you to her home which happened to be a large mansion. You weren't sure if this or seeing her son was more shocking. Trish ordered takeout and you grabbed some crayons and watched V draw. "This is Griffon, he's a birdie. That's Shadow, she's a kitty cat and that's Nightmare. I don't know what he is but he visits me in my dreams and I wake up screaming every night." You were mortified. "Why don't we go watch a movie instead?"

The boy quickly popped in ones if his favorites, mumbling something about it being a classic. A Clockwork Orange. You had never seen this movie but you were desperate to get away from those drawings. Only a few minutes into the movie and you had shut it off. Your face was pale. "Does your mother really let you watch such things...?" V proudly lifted his head. "Of course! Mommy says I'm very mature for my age." Before you could protest Trish had finally came by with the food.

You were now in the dining hall. You noticed that V had taken his napkin and had fastened it to his neck in an attempt to make a bib perhaps? Maybe an ascot? Either way it was ridiculous. You were talking with Trish when you heard glass shatter. "V what did I tell you?" You know noticed that the boy had replaced his knife with a large sword. "I'm sorry momma. I was just trying to make smaller bites." Trish sighed. "Its alright little one. You know the rules though, no using Force Edge at the table." She went to the kitchen and returned with a samurai sword. "Use this. It will be much easier on your wrists."

You were now helping with the dishes while V ran outside to play. You went to join him only to stumble once you realized the boy was trying to hit you with a wooden sword. "V, what did I tell you about playing with our guests!" He started to stomp his foot. "I CRAVE VIOLENCE MOTHER!" You took a few steps back only to bump into Trish. "I'm so sorry about this. He tends to be cranky when he hasn't had his nap."

Trish picked up her son and said "I think it's time for bed huh?" V gave no protest and went limp in her arms. "Good boy. You need to save your strength. How about I read to you?" He nodded. You were now in the upstairs bedroom. V had just finished brushing his teeth and putting his pajamas on. His mother helped apply lotion for his badly cracked, dry skin and then tucked him under the covers. It was now time to read. You expected a simple children's story or fairy tail such as sleeping beauty or the very hungry catapillar but to your horror she pulled out a large tome. The compete works of William Blake. This wasn't going to end anytime soon would it?

Several hours later and Trish began to nudge you awake. To be fair you always thought poetry was boring. She drove you back home and kissed you on the cheek. "I had a wonderful time. And I think my son is really enjoying your company. I'll see you soon." Trish drove off. You immediately took your phone out and changed your number and just to be safe, moved several countries away. You knew it was to good to be true.

[greta-van-simp]

SongBird Josh x Reader

18+

{{Warning!!!}} Smut!!! Mention of drug use. Oral sex (f) 

Nonprotective penetration. 

AN: I don’t really write smut, but i had an idea of Josh singing to you as he brought you to climax, so i decided to write. I hope you all enjoy!

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“Holy shit.” you say as you exhale a puff of smoke. Coughing, you hand the bowl to Josh. He’s facing you on the couch, laughing as you try to catch your breath. 

“Is this your first time?” He asked as he took the bowl from your outstretched hand. His words dripping with sarcasm. 

“Ha Ha.” you reply dryly. You roll your eyes and lean back into the couch. You stare at Josh as he holds the bowl up to his lips. He flicks the lighter, and the shadow it casts on his face is mesmerizing. You feel a slight tingle between your thighs. 

Josh placed the bowl on the table and leaned back. Letting a stream of smoke escape from his lips. He turned to you with a smirk. You bite your lip as you imagine all the things he could do with that mouth. He leaned closer to you. You could smell the earthy scent radiating off of him. He put his head on your shoulder. 

“What is it momma?” 

Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. You loved that pet name. 

“I was just admiring how sexy you look.” 

He let out a soft laugh as his hand slowly slid to the top of your thigh. The tingle you felt between your legs was getting stronger. 

“Me?” he said in a soft, raspy voice. He moved his lips to your ear and whispered “Have you seen yourself momma? You’re radiant.” 

You felt a shiver run down your spine. You closed your eyes as he began to leave a trail of soft, feathery kisses down the side of your neck. The hand that was on your thigh, was slowly making its way up your stomach. He let out a quiet moan as his hand found your chest. He started to gently massage one breast, then the other through your shirt. 

“Lets move this to the bedroom. I need to get these clothes off of you.” He stood up, and you focused on the outline of his semi-hard cock straining against his khaki shorts. He noticed you staring and gave you a wink. “See what you do to me, woman?”

You grabbed his hand, and he lifted you off of the couch. He led you down the hallway to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you between his legs. He lifted your shirt over your head and started trailing kisses down your stomach. 

“You’re so soft and smooth baby.” He looked up at you with his beautiful brown eyes and you melted. He always knew what to do and say to make you weak in the knees. You intertwined your fingers into his soft curly hair and gave a soft tug. 

You couldn’t believe this beautiful man was yours. The rock god, Josh Kiszka, was the one who wanted you. The man thousands of women screamed for. He was yours. And he was putty in your hands. As were you in his. You let out a sigh as you tilted your head back, just basking in the thought. He started to slide your shorts down your legs. He tapped your calf softly, signaling you to step out of them. 

He stood up and spun you around, laying you softly on the bed. You watched as he removed his white t-shirt and shorts. His gold “J” necklace swinging gently around his neck. He crawled his way up to you and your lips connected. He swept his tongue over your bottom lip then biting it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The feeling of his bare chest against yours made you moan against his lips. 

You could feel him smile against your mouth. He lifted his head and stared down at you with sheepish eyes. “You’re so beautiful momma.” He moved his hand up to your breasts, pinching and twisting your nipple softly. Your back arched off the bed slightly as you melted into his touch. He leaned down and took your nipple into his warm, hungry mouth. You bit your lip as you watched him. His eyes locked on yours as his tongue teased your swollen peak of flesh. 

“Oh Josh. Your mouth feels so good.” 

He removed his mouth with a pop and smiled. “Would you like to feel my mouth somewhere else?”

You felt your heart skip a beat. You could only nod, afraid you would only squeak if you had to talk. He slid his hand down your chest, stomach, and stopped on the elastic band of your panties. He leaned down and crashed his mouth into yours, sliding his tongue through your parted lips. You sucked on it gently, making him let out a whimpered moan. He moved his lips from yours as he started his decent. You watched him intensely as he hooked his pointer fingers onto either side of your panties and slowly pulled them down. 

When he removed them, he held them in his hand and with his eyes locked on yours, he brought them up to his face and inhaled deeply. His eyes rolled back as he breathed you in. You felt your breath hitch as you watched him. It was possibly one of the hottest things he had ever done. 

He looked back down at you and smiled. “You smell so fucking sexy momma.” He tossed your panties over his shoulder and laid on his stomach in-between your legs. You could feel his warm breath wash over your wet heat. He looked up at you as he stuck out his tongue, slowly running it over your clit. You watched him as you let out soft moans. “Josh...please.” you whispered. 

“What is it baby? Tell me what you want sugar.” 

You raised your hips up to his mouth. “Please Josh. I want your mouth on me. I want you to make me cum on your tongue.”

A big smile spread over his face. “That’s my slutty girl.” He dove his tongue into your folds. He flicked his tongue over your wet folds, making you cry out.“Fuck Josh!” you moaned as you leaned your head farther back into the pillow. Your back arched and your fingers reached hungerly for his hair. He moaned against your throbbing heat as you held on to his hair. He wrapped his lips around your clit, and sucked. You bucked your hips up as you felt your orgasm build in your stomach. “J-Josh....baby...i’m gonna cum.” 

He took that as a cue to step it up. He slid his tongue down to your entrance, and stuck it in. He used his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You almost instantly let go. You looked down at him, and when his eyes met yours you came undone. 

You screamed his name and curses as he gently licked your throbbing, swollen clit, slowly bringing you back down to him. When you slightly recovered, you pulled him up to you, kissing his wet mouth. You loved to taste the mixture of his lips, and your juices. He pulled back and looked down at you with soft eyes. 

“Do you want me to fuck your pretty pussy baby? I want you to cum on my cock.”

You nodded as you leaned up to kiss him. He reached his hand between your legs, searching for your wet aching cunt. He played with your clit, rolling it in his fingers, flicking it until you were shaking beneath him. "Get on your knees. Now."

He moved off of you to stand on the side of the bed. You sat up and crawled over to him. You kissed him hard, bighting his bottom lip. He embraced you as your lips explored one another. As he pulled back, he did a twirl motion with his finger. You smirked as you turned around. 

“Ass up momma” 

You did as you were told. He gave you a smack on your ass. “Damn you have such a beautiful ass.” You laid your head on the mattress as he lined up with your entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock on your clit, before he slowly started to fill you up. 

You moaned into the sheets, squirming a little, wanting him to go in deeper. He reached the hilt and moaned as his entire cock was buried inside of you. “Fuck baby. You’re so warm and wet for me. Did my pussy miss me?” 

You moaned your response. He started to fuck you slowly, digging his fingers into your sides. You lifted your head and looked back at him. “Sing to me Josh.” He was quiet for a moment, only groans and moans as he slowly slid his cock in and out of you. 

“Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, i’ve done my time, whoa-oh”

You let a smile creep over your lips. He reached up and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head back towards him. He put his other hand around your neck. 

“Behold visions of burning skies. Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.” he sang into your ear with the rasp of sex in his voice. You closed your eyes as he pounded deep into you. 

“Are we prisoners or renegades?” He squeezed your neck harder. “Oh fuck baby, I'm close.” He let out a few moans as he leaned his head back. 

“Well i’ve done my time, whoa-oh.” He sang breathlessly into the warm air surrounding you both. You moaned with him. His cock slamming into your pussy, and his beautiful voice was bringing you so close to the edge. “Yes baby. keep singing to me.”

He pulled you up by your hair so your back was flush with his chest. His hand still gripping your neck, he leaned close to your ear. “Behold visions of burning skies..........Alas.....Babylon, whoa, whoa.....fuck.” He whimpered. He moaned though his teeth as he filled you up with his warm cum. The feeling of him releasing inside of you was enough to send you over the edge. You fell back into him as you came on his cock. He held you until you stopped shaking, then laid you both back on the bed. 

You rolled over to face him and let out a little giggle. He smiled at you with tired eyes. “What is it baby? What’s so funny?” 

You let out a sigh. “I just love having my own songbird.”

He moved closer to you and kissed the tip of your nose. “Lucky you.” he winked and tapped your thigh gently. “I’ll go get the bath started. How about you order some food." You nodded and snuggled into him for a minute. He was right. You felt very lucky to be loved by him.

[cabbagepatch47]

The Rock Slump of 2010s and 2020s

Just listened to the ‘Rock This’ playlist on spotify followed by the ‘Rock Out’ playlist, both of which boast the best in new rock and the rock of today etc. I felt physically ill, I could only listen to a couple seconds of the five songs I listened to before my ears compelled me to skip. The songs compiled of pop songs that had features from traditionally rock artists, loud guitar with extremely soft indie voices, songs that triple j would try to pass off as rock ( even though they are definitely pop/indie- sticky fingers sounding *gag sound*), some poor imitation of a past rock genre or just the most boring song you have ever heard. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH ROCK?!/?! Maybe I’m narrow minded as to what my definition of rock is, but it's so poppy and indie? While there are bands that can be found on these playlists that have that classic rock feel mixed in with a newer sound, (Teen Jesus and the Jean Teasers, Bully, FIDLAR, Momma and Meet Me @ The Altar just to name few - took me half an hour to sift through the aforementioned playlists to find songs that I would genuinely add to my playlist) the majority is already popular bands (Paramore, Smashing Pumpkins), non-rock songs, tiktok formulated crap and indie-rock. I'm not trying to shit on indie rock, but to me it just doesn't have that certain something that other rock genres have, i feel as though it should just be classified as indie. Am I just a stickler, an old 67 yr old white guy crying out “back in my day”? Maybe I’m not searching hard enough or maybe we are in a The Rock Slump. 

The goddamed Rock Slump has been occurring since the early 2010s, there hasn't been a decade-defined rock genre since the 2000s. I mean since the ‘creation’ of rock in the 1950s, there has been a consistent rock takeover, with it moulding into a different sound with each decade. The 1950s housed the rhythm and blues (which would eventually be coined as  rock n roll) and legends like Chuck Berry, Little Richard and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (Pelvis). The 1960s saw the rise of the rock band and the rise in popularity of sub-genres (folk rock, psych rock). Notable mentions of the 1960s: The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Bob Dylan, The Zombies, Cream and The Rolling Stones. Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, ACDC, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, Patti Smith, The Sex Pistols, The Clash, Talking Heads, DEVO, Blondie, The Velvet Underground, Gary Numan, Depeche Mode, The Cure, New Order, The Stone Roses, My Bloody Valentine, Nirvana, Mudhoney, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Hole, Alice in Chains, Pulp, Oasis, Blur, Suede, Supergrass, Foo Fighters, The Verve, Silverchair, The Cranberries, Weezer, The Offspring, Green Day, Rage Against the Machine, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Nine Inch Nails, Limp Bizkit (lol, i had to), Radiohead, The Strokes, Franz Ferdinand, Arctic Monkeys, The White Stripes and so many more. I mean I could keep going. These are all iconic bands that anyone who listens to music can recognise. And while there are some pretty cool post-punk acts coming out of Ireland and the UK (Fontains DC, Black Midi, The Murder Capital and Wet Leg (don't kill me, they make good music)), they're still in the early stages of their success and its still pretty bare bones when looking at whats topping the charts (of which hardly any songs are rock). I cringe thinking about the sudden pop-punk that is happening right now with MGK and Yungblud, however Good 4 U does manage to get my head banging- even though I would classify Olivia Rodrigo as a pop artist. I mean what has happened to Rock in recent years? Lots of music critics and writers chalk it up to the massive rise in hip hop's popularity in the 2010s, while I think that's part of the reason, I also think that hip hop and rock have coexisted for a long time, hip hop cannot be the soul reason for the decline in rock. Sometimes Rock and Hip Hop even have a baby (Childish Gambino). 

Is Rock the new Jazz? Will it ever come back? The current state of rock as shown by the Spotify playlists that caused this whole rant is depressing. The post-punk burst is promising but the pop-punk revival is brain-grating. Please god if you're there, birth us a new rock genre, I will be forever grateful. Maybe I am just mad that I missed out on some of the best years in music or maybe i'm seeing it through rose coloured glasses because I wasn't around for the shit and have 24/7 access to the gold. Was that too visual? Maybe I'm coming down from a Daisy Jones and the Six high? Maybe i'm just that annoying that im a ‘wish they were born in the 70s’ type of person

[whatdoyougetwhenyou]

What do you get when....

What do you get when you move one Army soldier, his Wife, two kids, and three dogs onto Army base housing?  One Army soldier, who is never home even on his days off, because he has to do something for the company or something.  One mom who is tired all the time, because she now has the job of making sure the house is clean at all times, the kids are fed and the oldest one is getting homework done and doing good in school, school drop off line and the pick up line, all the things you have to have ready to go at any moment for not only the two kids but for the husband as well. Oh, but let's not forget the dogs.  Yes, the two huskies and the one great pyrenees puppy.  Seems like they have to pee or poop every time you turn around.  

   This is the start of the What do you get when... 

     Let's start this off with more of a get to knowing this crazy thing of chaos known as my day to day life. I am a stay at home mom and wife of an active duty soldier and two wonderful kids.  One headed for his terrible twos at only 15 months old and one who is lucky if she makes it to see her teen years with the way her preteen attitude has been of late.  Then comes the dogs,  I love these 3 big lovable lugs.  We have my baby boy as a 77 lb male Husky and boy is he a momma's boy.  He waits for the very sec for my husband to stand up and is no longer on the bed at all before springing up from his own 80 dollar bed to lay in his daddies spot.  He even goes so far as to make sure my husband has no chance of coming back to the spot where he was once laying.  Lets not forget he is a husky so the back talk is strong in this one.  Have you ever heard of a husky fit?  Well this boy knows how to throw a proper one.  When the water or food bowls are empty, he lets it be known but takes his massive paw and flips them over and then waits. If you do not jump right up and answer his demand for service, he requests to see a manager.  This bullhead man is also one that questions why we have baby gates.  He has figured out that if he pushes just hard enough he can pop the lock on the gate and walk right through, all the while giving you a look like "What?".   

 Then we have our female husky, we ain't quite sure what is wrong with her, but pretty sure its drugs at this point.  She sleeps in only two positions and that is curled up in a ball and making herself as small as possible or on her back with all four legs and paw in the air.  All of this of course is after she has had the husky zoom zoomies for the past 3 hours.  She can leap the baby gates like they are nothing, making me question why we even have them (more on that later). She is the one out of the three that we like to call crackhead. 

  Last but by all means not the least we have the male great pyrenees,  he was mislabeled as a husky by the shelter so my wonderful husband thought "Great we will be a husky household!".  Sure, Honey let's be the household that owns the most vocal and back talking breed there is. That sounds like such a great idea. Well... the tall pure white beast that is walking my husband through the front door is not the white husky the shelter or my husband thought, but instead a great pyrenees PUPPY.  Yes, you heard that right, He is a puppy.  He even still has the puppy bark and puppy energy to match. He and the female get along great.  They both crack head moment out and then crash and sleep but not before pissing my male husky off to no end because well they can and do. 

 Now, moving back to the kids.  The ones without fur and tails.  The young boy is pushing his luck with his daddy.  He will be two this year and oh boy is he letting it be known.  He eats me out of house and home. He does the back talk to offer his opinion, even though no one in the house understands him.  He then gives you the look like "Really, come on people."  He wakes everyone in the house with the cry outs, you walk into his room to find him standing with, you guessed it NOTHING on.  I'm talking all bare ass.  As my husband said, "He did half the job of getting up and ready for ya."  My husband is so funny, NOT.  

 What is there to say about our ten year old?  Well let's start with the sass that pours from this little one's mouth is the reason her future is not promised.  Now, before you all finish that call to CPS or DFS (whatever they are called where you're at) she is in no way in real harm's way.  It is something that is said.  I don't know one parent that hasn't said things like "Keep it up and you wont see tomorrow".  Moving on,  she is in this preteen stage of not cleaning her room or just doing whatever she wants because well she is she and that's good enough.  

  Now for the active duty Soldier.  He can be funny and he can be sweet.  He can be an asshole and a down right jerk.  He is overworked, over stressed and very much underpaid. He puts up with so much that once he is home he doesn't want to do much.  His body hurts and his mind is mush.  He does have moments when he is the little grumpy ass that needs to go down for a nap.  Do any of us really get out of that stage? He is always being called in on his days off to come in for something that could have taken a phone call or a text to handle.  Nope needs to be in person, yet the command seems to use the group text all the other times. 

So I ask again: What do you get when you  move one Army soldier, his Wife, two kids, and three dogs onto an Army base housing?

 CHAOS

[bluetooththereptilethethird]

Black Rose

Yandere bat family x fem pregnant reader (vampire au)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

(This fic is one of the multiple choices of this post)

Note: Black rose may seem depressing and a sign of grief, but it also means rebirth and another chance!

Summary: For the first time in your relationship with your former Master, you decide to take a step first to change your relationship’s situation…

Tw: Mentions of pregnancy and death

Looking down at the bat-shaped toy you just had finished, you couldn't help but groan in frustration at the sight of its mismatched wings. It was hard to sew something without anyone helping you and you had tried to sew matched wings countless times, and it had not worked. You sighed and put the toy down in the toy basket as you shifted in your place, but you were stopped by the sudden movement of the cat that was taking a nap on your lap.

"Oh sorry, Alfred!" You said as you patted the demonic cat's head, making it purr as it stretched its little legs out. He was not mad at all, it looked up at you, its red big eyes gleaming as it let out a soft meow, carefully rubbing its head to your bulging belly. You smiled at its gentleness, for a cat that had a demonic side, was surprisingly well behaved around you. Perhaps it was because of its master's influence? Damian's pets were under his mind control so it was sensible to think the boy looked after you through his pets as well.

You pushed your window open to let some fresh air come into your room as you took in a deep breath, the babies'  weight was becoming a real problem now that they were growing heavier. Alfred yawned lazily enjoying its time on your lap, but suddenly its body jolted up and it jumped off your lap, hissing to the darkness out of your window as its tail puffed up. You gasped at the sudden action and were going to move away from the window, as much as your body's state let you, but hearing a familiar voice relieved you. "Hey stop you little beast! I'm no danger!" Jason's head popped in as he pulled his cloak's hood off, glaring at the hissing cat.

"Now I have to ask permission from you as well?" He said as he shoved the cat to the side so he could sit on the window's edge. Alfred hissed at him one more time before walking back to you, growling as it protectively laid on your lap. Jason snarled at the cat and showed off his long fangs, but the cat just growled in response, making Jason roll his eyes. "Just like its master, it's a brat!" You frowned and smacked his head gently "Shush! Don't talk about Damian like that!" "What? I'm telling the truth!" You wanted to smack him again but he stopped your hand by taking it in his much larger one. "Alright! Alright, momma!" Hearing the word from Jason made your cheeks flush in embarrassment, making him grin.

"How's the momma and the two cakes in the oven doing?" He said as he kissed the back of your hand, letting you pat him by putting your hand on his head. "We're good..." you paused, noticing the cut on his cheek "What have you been up to? I haven't heard from you for a week!" Jason nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck "Well...." he trailed off with another chuckle making you narrow your eyes at him. "You know hunting down ghouls can be a dangerous task..." "But you had promised me to not hunt until the hunting season starts!" Jason looked down as he chuckled again, mumbling an apology.

You and Jason were close enough that he saw you as a motherly figure he could trust. You were like this to all of the Wayne family members, those people felt like a connection to you, like children to their mother, and no one knew why, even you were not aware of the familiarity potion Alfred, the head butler of the family, had used in the family members  daily dose of blood the very day you had stepped into the Manor. You could swear that old Dampier knew things that could shake the world, you had suspected he had some magical futuristic visions powers but you didn't have anything to prove that, no one but the ancestors of the Wayne family was aware of the fact that the old man was an assassin of the dark God's shrines way before the war of the heavens happened and was blessed by them. Alfred knew the family needed you, that was why in the first place he had let his master know about your existence, he was the one who had received the information about you after all. 

You were the only person besides Alfred that could connect to the family members of the Wayne household easily. That was why Jason had let you see his softer side and had trusted you in knowing his secret life as a vampire hunter. You sighed and fixed the white strand of hair on his head "You shouldn't be this reckless Jason...Master Wayne and others worry about you! I do get worried about you! You want to make your pregnant stepmother worry and distress her babies?" Jason narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to you, making you let a questioning hum "hmm?" "You're still angry with the old guy?" He asked, making you sigh as you pushed his face away. "Oh come on! We both know that thing because Bruce had to do it!" You gave him a bored look "I don't want to have this conversation right now Jay..." Jason rolled his eyes "You are both stubborn, neither he apologizes to you properly nor you forgive him for what he did!"

"You don't know how hard it's to even think about it, Jason! He cheated on me with the queen just on our wedlock night! How can I ever forgive him?" "I don't say you should forgive him fully Y/N, but you can overlook some issues in your relationship! I still can't forgive him because of not killing that ghoul master, joker, but I still come to his house, because I know I belong here! You shouldn't take it hard on yourself as I did! Your twins will be born in months and you surely don't want to raise them when you are this cold to their father!...plus he has been taking things too hard on himself lately..." he mumbled the last part with a sigh. "Think about it Y/N...if he didn't love you wouldn't be his wife now! If he wanted to play with you like other people he had in the past he wouldn't have freed you and then let you become the spouse of a noble like him!" You only nodded your head at his words, letting him know you'll think about what he had said.

Jason was right, Bruce loved you, but the process of loving you hadn't reached its peak easily. At first, Bruce was not a good master to you, only letting you out of your room when you were needed, and whenever he talked to you, you were addressed coldly, you couldn't even think about the possibility of having his children to free yourself from him, maybe he had set that condition because it was impossible? Bruce was a man that rarely trusted people. Your situation was so bad for you that you even considered running away from him, though that plan was exposed by the silent daughter of the family, Cassandra. It was not until the day you had saved Bruce from a ghoul's attack while he was sleeping in his coffin that he started to trust you. If you were loyal enough to save your master who had been harsh on you, you were surely a good person to trust.

Your relationship grew stronger little by little and soon after the first time he confessed his feelings for you, you found out about your pregnancy. The family was glad to know that their lonely father had found peace within your arms, and to prove to you that Bruce was genuine about his feelings for you, he proposed to you when you were still a human. It was the first time in his family, that someone had married a human who had not turned into a vampire yet, but he had put all of his family's values and traditions aside long ago when he had adopted dampiers as his children. You were given freedom and the surname Wayne had joined your name.

But the dream bubble was destroyed when your husband left your side in hurry on the very night of your marriage. You had thought that it was an urgent matter of politics or something like that, but when you had heard from the gossiping friends of Stephanie, Richard's Fiance, that he was summoned by the queen who was seduced by him in the past so they could...make love...your heart was broken. He had cheated on you with the unfaithful queen of vampires on the first night of your marriage? You were too devastated that you ran away from the Manor and if it was not because of Richard and Duke, the other sons of your husband, you'd have got away from them as much as you could. You were trapped in your shared room with Bruce since then, spending your months of pregnancy in captivity, though to be honest, it didn't feel too lonely since your family members were there for you all the time. Especially Damian, the boy who had his father's cold attitude but was genuinely in love with you, had his eyes on you to an extent that he didn't leave your side, and if he was not able to do that, his pets did that role for him.

With Jason's kiss on your cheek, you were brought back to reality. "Don't be that way Y/N, let me see you smile before I go!" He said as he pulled on your cheek, making you smile. He smiled back in return as he pulled the hood of his cloak on his head, and left your side after giving the cat on your lap a final snarl. You sighed as you became lonely again. You shifted in your place, feeling uneasy with the weight in your belly when someone knocked on the door. "Come in!" You said as you stood up, noticing Alfred’s gloved hand come into the room and put a boutique of black roses on the floor before closing the door without saying anything, the old man was sneaky sometimes.

You walked to the boutique and noticed a note on it. Picking it up you read it out loud "Give him another chance..." it was Alfred’s handwriting...how did...how did he know that you had considered forgiving Bruce? Was he listening to you and Jason right now? You looked down at the black roses and raised your eyebrows in surprise. Black roses meant another chance in flower language, and Alfred expected you to give them to Bruce? "Meow?" You heard little Alfred question the existence of the flowers, making you smile as it tried to smell them but sneezed because of the pollen. "I think I have to take the step this time..."

You left the room with the flowers as Alfred walked after you, its tail raised in amusement. You walked through the corridors of the Manor to get into Your husband's office, but he was not there, there was only one more place that he could be when he was not in a good mood, the cave under the Manor. Thankfully you knew how to get to your husband's lair and by pressing two different keys on the piano of your husband's office you found the passage to the cave.

....

"Mother!" Damian's surprised voice made Duke raise his head and his eyes widen in surprise, you'd finally come out of your room? Damian ran to you, taking your hand tightly, you were still not used to being called his mother and it made you feel a little uneasy, but you couldn't help but give him a smile when he looked at you with excitement, you were the only one that could bring the young vampire to show his emotions like that. Duke smiled at you, and if it was not because of his hands being greasy he would have come and hugged you.

You looked at your husband sitting on his large chair as he stared at the magical orb that supplied the Manor with energy, not turning back to meet you in the eye despite knowing you were there. You walked to Duke and whispered in his ear "Will you be kind enough to leave us two alone?" Duke gave you a nod before wiping his hands clean and taking Damian out with him as the boy shouted and resisted.

"You don't want to turn around?" You said as you put your hand on Bruce's shoulder, making his muscles jolt up. Oh how much he craved your touch! But he didn't respond to you, instead, he just took your hand in his and guided you to walk in front of him. You put the flowers down and picked one out of the bouquet as you walked in front of him. Bruce's piercing gaze met yours and the vampire let out a tired sigh, his eyes softening at seeing you again. Only dark gods knew how much he had suffered knowing he had hurt you because of keeping his place in the court.

He opened his mouth to talk but you stopped him by putting your fingers on his lips, letting him know you wanted to tell him something first. He kissed your fingers and looked up at you with questioning eyes as you gave him the black Rose in your hand. "Let's start over again..." you said, letting him know you were giving him another chance. Bruce's eyes widened in shock, not believing what he was seeing...you had forgiven him?

He gently pulled on your hand and let you sit on his thigh so he could feel your warmth again. "I...I don't know what to say!" He said, voice low and still shocked. "Just let's not acknowledge what had happened..." you said as you looked down at the rose, sighing happily as Bruce's strong arms pulled you closer to him. "I'm sorry..." he whispered in your ear before starting to kiss your neck, making you smile. His lips found your jaw and then your chin and just when he was going to kiss your ĺips, Alfred’s loud meowing made him freeze in his place.

"You are enjoying the show?" You said frustrated by the fact that you couldn't have the kiss you were missing a lot, "You want some snacks to eat while watching?" Alfred gave you another loud meow as it watched you two, making you let out a groan. But your groan was stifled by the passionate kiss Bruce planted on your lips, letting your melt in his arms as you both chuckled in the kiss.

Years later you'd find out that forgiving Bruce was the best decision of your life.

[bluetooththereptile]

The black Rose

Yandere bat family x fem pregnant reader (vampire au)

(Gif by unknown)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

(This fic is one of the multiple choices of this post)

Note: Black rose may seem depressing and a sign of grief, but it also means rebirth and another chance!

Summary: For the first time in your relationship with your former Master, you decide to take a step first to change your relationship's situation...

Tw: Mentions of pregnancy and death

Looking down at the bat-shaped toy you just had finished, you couldn't help but groan in frustration at the sight of its mismatched wings. It was hard to sew something without anyone helping you and you had tried to sew matched wings countless times, and it had not worked. You sighed and put the toy down in the toy basket as you shifted in your place, but you were stopped by the sudden movement of the cat that was taking a nap on your lap.

"Oh sorry, Alfred!" You said as you patted the demonic cat's head, making it purr as it stretched its little legs out. He was not mad at all, it looked up at you, its red big eyes gleaming as it let out a soft meow, carefully rubbing its head to your bulging belly. You smiled at its gentleness, for a cat that had a demonic side, was surprisingly well behaved around you. Perhaps it was because of its master's influence? Damian's pets were under his mind control so it was sensible to think the boy looked after you through his pets as well.

You pushed your window open to let some fresh air come into your room as you took in a deep breath, the babies'  weight was becoming a real problem now that they were growing heavier. Alfred yawned lazily enjoying its time on your lap, but suddenly its body jolted up and it jumped off your lap, hissing to the darkness out of your window as its tail puffed up. You gasped at the sudden action and were going to move away from the window, as much as your body's state let you, but hearing a familiar voice relieved you. "Hey stop you little beast! I'm no danger!" Jason's head popped in as he pulled his cloak's hood off, glaring at the hissing cat.

"Now I have to ask permission from you as well?" He said as he shoved the cat to the side so he could sit on the window's edge. Alfred hissed at him one more time before walking back to you, growling as it protectively laid on your lap. Jason snarled at the cat and showed off his long fangs, but the cat just growled in response, making Jason roll his eyes. "Just like its master, it's a brat!" You frowned and smacked his head gently "Shush! Don't talk about Damian like that!" "What? I'm telling the truth!" You wanted to smack him again but he stopped your hand by taking it in his much larger one. "Alright! Alright, momma!" Hearing the word from Jason made your cheeks flush in embarrassment, making him grin.

"How's the momma and the two cakes in the oven doing?" He said as he kissed the back of your hand, letting you pat him by putting your hand on his head. "We're good..." you paused, noticing the cut on his cheek "What have you been up to? I haven't heard from you for a week!" Jason nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck "Well...." he trailed off with another chuckle making you narrow your eyes at him. "You know hunting down ghouls can be a dangerous task..." "But you had promised me to not hunt until the hunting season starts!" Jason looked down as he chuckled again, mumbling an apology.

You and Jason were close enough that he saw you as a motherly figure he could trust. You were like this to all of the Wayne family members, those people felt like a connection to you, like children to their mother, and no one knew why, even you were not aware of the familiarity potion Alfred, the head butler of the family, had used in the family members  daily dose of blood the very day you had stepped into the Manor. You could swear that old Dampier knew things that could shake the world, you had suspected he had some magical futuristic visions powers but you didn't have anything to prove that, no one but the ancestors of the Wayne family was aware of the fact that the old man was an assassin of the dark God's shrines way before the war of the heavens happened and was blessed by them. Alfred knew the family needed you, that was why in the first place he had let his master know about your existence, he was the one who had received the information about you after all. 

You were the only person besides Alfred that could connect to the family members of the Wayne household easily. That was why Jason had let you see his softer side and had trusted you in knowing his secret life as a vampire hunter. You sighed and fixed the white strand of hair on his head "You shouldn't be this reckless Jason...Master Wayne and others worry about you! I do get worried about you! You want to make your pregnant stepmother worry and distress her babies?" Jason narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to you, making you let a questioning hum "hmm?" "You're still angry with the old guy?" He asked, making you sigh as you pushed his face away. "Oh come on! We both know that thing because Bruce had to do it!" You gave him a bored look "I don't want to have this conversation right now Jay..." Jason rolled his eyes "You are both stubborn, neither he apologizes to you properly nor you forgive him for what he did!"

"You don't know how hard it's to even think about it, Jason! He cheated on me with the queen just on our wedlock night! How can I ever forgive him?" "I don't say you should forgive him fully Y/N, but you can overlook some issues in your relationship! I still can't forgive him because of not killing that ghoul master, joker, but I still come to his house, because I know I belong here! You shouldn't take it hard on yourself as I did! Your twins will be born in months and you surely don't want to raise them when you are this cold to their father!...plus he has been taking things too hard on himself lately..." he mumbled the last part with a sigh. "Think about it Y/N...if he didn't love you wouldn't be his wife now! If he wanted to play with you like other people he had in the past he wouldn't have freed you and then let you become the spouse of a noble like him!" You only nodded your head at his words, letting him know you'll think about what he had said.

Jason was right, Bruce loved you, but the process of loving you hadn't reached its peak easily. At first, Bruce was not a good master to you, only letting you out of your room when you were needed, and whenever he talked to you, you were addressed coldly, you couldn't even think about the possibility of having his children to free yourself from him, maybe he had set that condition because it was impossible? Bruce was a man that rarely trusted people. Your situation was so bad for you that you even considered running away from him, though that plan was exposed by the silent daughter of the family, Cassandra. It was not until the day you had saved Bruce from a ghoul's attack while he was sleeping in his coffin that he started to trust you. If you were loyal enough to save your master who had been harsh on you, you were surely a good person to trust.

Your relationship grew stronger little by little and soon after the first time he confessed his feelings for you, you found out about your pregnancy. The family was glad to know that their lonely father had found peace within your arms, and to prove to you that Bruce was genuine about his feelings for you, he proposed to you when you were still a human. It was the first time in his family, that someone had married a human who had not turned into a vampire yet, but he had put all of his family's values and traditions aside long ago when he had adopted dampiers as his children. You were given freedom and the surname Wayne had joined your name.

But the dream bubble was destroyed when your husband left your side in hurry on the very night of your marriage. You had thought that it was an urgent matter of politics or something like that, but when you had heard from the gossiping friends of Stephanie, Richard's Fiance, that he was summoned by the queen who was seduced by him in the past so they could...make love...your heart was broken. He had cheated on you with the unfaithful queen of vampires on the first night of your marriage? You were too devastated that you ran away from the Manor and if it was not because of Richard and Duke, the other sons of your husband, you'd have got away from them as much as you could. You were trapped in your shared room with Bruce since then, spending your months of pregnancy in captivity, though to be honest, it didn't feel too lonely since your family members were there for you all the time. Especially Damian, the boy who had his father's cold attitude but was genuinely in love with you, had his eyes on you to an extent that he didn't leave your side, and if he was not able to do that, his pets did that role for him.

With Jason's kiss on your cheek, you were brought back to reality. "Don't be that way Y/N, let me see you smile before I go!" He said as he pulled on your cheek, making you smile. He smiled back in return as he pulled the hood of his cloak on his head, and left your side after giving the cat on your lap a final snarl. You sighed as you became lonely again. You shifted in your place, feeling uneasy with the weight in your belly when someone knocked on the door. "Come in!" You said as you stood up, noticing Alfred’s gloved hand come into the room and put a boutique of black roses on the floor before closing the door without saying anything, the old man was sneaky sometimes.

You walked to the boutique and noticed a note on it. Picking it up you read it out loud "Give him another chance..." it was Alfred’s handwriting...how did...how did he know that you had considered forgiving Bruce? Was he listening to you and Jason right now? You looked down at the black roses and raised your eyebrows in surprise. Black roses meant another chance in flower language, and Alfred expected you to give them to Bruce? "Meow?" You heard little Alfred question the existence of the flowers, making you smile as it tried to smell them but sneezed because of the pollen. "I think I have to take the step this time..."

You left the room with the flowers as Alfred walked after you, its tail raised in amusement. You walked through the corridors of the Manor to get into Your husband's office, but he was not there, there was only one more place that he could be when he was not in a good mood, the cave under the Manor. Thankfully you knew how to get to your husband's lair and by pressing two different keys on the piano of your husband's office you found the passage to the cave.

....

"Mother!" Damian's surprised voice made Duke raise his head and his eyes widen in surprise, you'd finally come out of your room? Damian ran to you, taking your hand tightly, you were still not used to being called his mother and it made you feel a little uneasy, but you couldn't help but give him a smile when he looked at you with excitement, you were the only one that could bring the young vampire to show his emotions like that. Duke smiled at you, and if it was not because of his hands being greasy he would have come and hugged you.

You looked at your husband sitting on his large chair as he stared at the magical orb that supplied the Manor with energy, not turning back to meet you in the eye despite knowing you were there. You walked to Duke and whispered in his ear "Will you be kind enough to leave us two alone?" Duke gave you a nod before wiping his hands clean and taking Damian out with him as the boy shouted and resisted.

"You don't want to turn around?" You said as you put your hand on Bruce's shoulder, making his muscles jolt up. Oh how much he craved your touch! But he didn't respond to you, instead, he just took your hand in his and guided you to walk in front of him. You put the flowers down and picked one out of the bouquet as you walked in front of him. Bruce's piercing gaze met yours and the vampire let out a tired sigh, his eyes softening at seeing you again. Only dark gods knew how much he had suffered knowing he had hurt you because of keeping his place in the court.

He opened his mouth to talk but you stopped him by putting your fingers on his lips, letting him know you wanted to tell him something first. He kissed your fingers and looked up at you with questioning eyes as you gave him the black Rose in your hand. "Let's start over again..." you said, letting him know you were giving him another chance. Bruce's eyes widened in shock, not believing what he was seeing...you had forgiven him?

He gently pulled on your hand and let you sit on his thigh so he could feel your warmth again. "I...I don't know what to say!" He said, voice low and still shocked. "Just let's not acknowledge what had happened..." you said as you looked down at the rose, sighing happily as Bruce's strong arms pulled you closer to him. "I'm sorry..." he whispered in your ear before starting to kiss your neck, making you smile. His lips found your jaw and then your chin and just when he was going to kiss your ĺips, Alfred’s loud meowing made him freeze in his place.

"You are enjoying the show?" You said frustrated by the fact that you couldn't have the kiss you were missing a lot, "You want some snacks to eat while watching?" Alfred gave you another loud meow as it watched you two, making you let out a groan. But your groan was stifled by the passionate kiss Bruce planted on your lips, letting your melt in his arms as you both chuckled in the kiss.

Years later you'd find out that forgiving Bruce was the best decision of your life.

[apollostears]

TOXIC [ t. fushiguro ]

↬︎ anime: jujutsu kaisen

↬︎ pairing: fighter!toji x fighter!reader

↬︎ warning(s): sexxxx, au, possessive toji, reader is a baby momma, baby megumi, angst, weed use, breeding kink, breastfeeding kink

↬︎ wc: 1.5k

REQUEST. A complicated relationship with Y/n and Toji. In this scenario she’s the baby mama of Megumi and he’s like 7 months in this. But continuing, her and Toji work at a fight club together and are pretty popular fighters. Other than them sharing a son their relationship isn’t stable at all but Toji is still very possessive. After a fight, y/n is confronted by a male fan who is flirting with her and she’s flirting back, bc she’s not in a official relationship. So toji finds out and is pressed so on the car ride to their apartment Toji is strangely quiet as he’s tightly gripping the wheel with his left hand as his right on her thigh. Then at home as they finally put Megumi to bed they’re on the balcony smoking when Toji loses it and goes possessive mode on her saying how he’s his and everything and then it gets spicy. Or something like that please!

PLOT. toji thinks that because he and you had a kid, you’re his. and it doesn’t work like that mr. fushiguro.

ADVISORY. reader is black and female unless stated otherwise.

friends; chase atlantic + toxic; summer walker ft. lil durk

TOJI AND Y/N HAD AN EXTENDED version of friends with benefits. a product of faulty birth control and toji’s lame excuse of a pull-out game, megumi fushiguro was born to two fighters too stubborn for their own good. the two lived together with seven month old baby megumi and did everything a married couple did, but without the title. now, y/n knew she was playing with fire flirting with a fight club fan after a match. she knew that toji had been extra possessive in the months since megumi’s arrival, but they weren’t together.

not officially at least.

“wanna tell me why you were in such a piss mood in the car?” y/n asked toji when she joined him on the balcony after putting megumi to sleep.

toji took a long inhale of the blunt he made a few days prior. he was always wound up after fights. choosing to smoke or fuck the tension away. but toji was like a coiled spring moments away from popping off.

“nah. i’m good.”

he was not, in fact, good. toji was not a jealous man, believing jealousy to be above him, but she was the mother of his child, a woman to be respected. and he hated how she was not seen as his outside of the child they had created. it was toji’s fault after all, prior to megumi he had never stayed around her this long. the fear of commitment rearing its ugly head anytime he stayed at her place for more than a week.

y/n shrugged, taking the blunt from him and taking two hits from it. “i’m going on a date with him next weekend, so don’t pull a disappearing act on ‘gumi.”

“what the fuck?” toji’s anger was distinct in his words. there was no mistaking that he was upset with her statement.

she side eyed him in curiosity. “what? i know how flaky you get, toji. don’t leave my baby here on some dumb shit.”

“you are not going on that date.”

y/n did a double take, wondering who in the hell he was talking to. “i’m sorry, you can’t possibly be talking to me.”

toji’s green eyes landed on her irritated face, mirrioring her own expression. “i didn’t fucking stutter.”

“yeah, you’re trippen and i’m going to bed.” y/n dismissed with a roll of her eyes, putting out the blunt and turning to head inside.

her baby daddys’ warm hand gripped her upper arm purposefully, stopping y/n in her tracks. “i mean it y/n. you’re mine and you aren’t going on a date with anyone, let alone some fucking punk.”

she couldn’t deny toji’s possessive behavior had an effect on her. she felt aroused by his dominance and need to claim her. truth be told, toji had always assumed y/n belonged to him, feeling no need to label anything but maybe he was wrong.

“if you’re in love with me fushiguro, then just say that.” y/n joked, not possibly believing he did.

“i love you.”

it felt like y/n’s world stop when she heard those words come from a man capable of only two emotions; rage and lust.

“stop fucking lying.” she hissed, annoyed that he’d have the actual nerve to fuck around with her like that.

now it was toji’s turn to roll his eyes and pull her closer to him, hands settling on her birth giving hips. “i love you, y/n. so please, don’t go on that date.”

looking him in the eyes, she nodded her head before raising her hands up to cup his cheeks and pull him in for a kiss. toji’s hands gripped harder on her hips, pulling her closer til his bulge was nestled in between the top of her thighs. she always wore shorts at home, preferring the freedom of her legs and thighs. y/n moaned into the kiss, enjoying toji’s ferocious behavior in claiming what was his.

“tell me who you belong to.” he whispered against her lips, eyes hooded as he pulled away to ask her that burning question.

without hesitation, y/n answered, just as desperate as him for validation. “you, toji. always you.”

toji allowed himself a smile as he went back to kissing the woman who gave him life. y/n’s hands scratched at the inked skin of her lover’s back, hooking her legs around his waist for better support. moving his hands to her ass, toji moved her to the mini futon they had kept out there for gatherings.

“what about the neighbors?” she asked breathlessly, pulling away from the passionate kiss.

toji smirked. “fuck the neighbors.” and he went back to devouring her mouth with his.

y/n felt her arousal pooling at the seams of her shorts, her hips moving to grind against toji’s hard cock in his own shorts. a moan escaped her lips when her clit finally rubbed against his member, feeding into her growing desperation to have him in her.

“take me toji, please! i can’t wait anymore!” she whined, tugging at the band of his shorts to pull them off.

pride bloomed in toji’s chest as the desire for his woman grew like a wildfire spreading through a forest. his scarred hands took great care in removing the tight shorts and the tank top from her body, mouth latching out her milk heavy tits. y/n became a mess of moans and whines the harsher toji suckled her sensitive nubs, milk flowing out and into his mouth. fuck she tasted so good. so sweet and warm. toji could feel himself about to bust in his shorts the longer he stayed like that.

reluctantly pulling away, toji quickly removed the cotton shorts and pressed y/n’s legs back as far as they’d go. her slick was visible in the city lights that shone above them. the fighter had to stop himself from feasting on her like he wanted. he had went long enough without having her, he couldn’t wait any longer. pulling himself out of the confinement of his own pants, toji squeezed himself a few times before aligning the tip with her hole.

“you still want me, gorgeous?” he asked breathlessly, aching to be inside her warmth once again.

y/n moaned at the pressure of his cock against her entrance and lifted her hips up slightly. “i’ve always wanted you toji.” her eyes meeting his.

that was all toji needed to push inside of her. the both of them moaning the first time his head slips through her snug entrance. y/n had been so pent up and needy, that she knew she was going to cum soon. toji felt the same way, having deprived himself of her for too long.

“ah—tojiii!” y/n whined when her lover managed to hit a soft spot inside her.

he always fucked good. his slightly curved dick and pretty veins felt like heaven inside her and she’d be damned if anyone else had a taste of what was hers.

“wanna make you a mommy again. hm? that okay with you gorgeous?” toji’s deep voice sent shivers down her spine and caused her eyes to roll back slightly in pleasure.

the thought of being stuffed full of his seed once more sounded very tempting to the female fighter. “ooh yes toji please! please!” she squealed, her breasts moving faster the harder toji went.

his grip on the back of her thighs was bruising but in the best kind of way. the sounds of skin slapping and her creamy pussy, echoed off their balcony and into the night. anyone outside could hear her moans and his groans of pleasure.

y/n’s hands went to grab onto toji’s neck tighter, pulling him closer to her as she moaned in his ear the closer she got to her release.

“i know gorgeous, i know.” he whispered, taking one leg and moving it to his shoulder so he could play with her clit and make her cum.

with a high pitched whine, y/n lifted up her hips and came hard on toji’s cock. her eyes crossing and mouth open in a lewd form, everything felt light around her as she came down from the high, just in time to feel toji’s hot, thick cum dump inside of her. toji always came in large amounts, some already leaking and slipping through her crack to her asshole where she clenched in pleasure.

the two stayed in their position on the futon, basking in the afterglow of their child making. toji’s cock was still plugged inside her hole with no signs of softening.

“i was lying.” y/n admitted sluggishly.

“about?“ toji dared to ask.

“the date. there was no date. i just wanted you to admit that you were in love with me.” she sighed happily, her fingers messing with the hair at the base of his neck.

toji gently scoffed and pressed a kiss to her neck. “i’ll show you just how much i love you.” he promised.

which led to four more rounds on the balcony of your shared apartment where baby number 2 was formed.

NOTE I. thank you for the request! my first toji smut and i hope i did hime justice!

NOTE II. finished the witcher and now i have no purpose. about to start the new season of demon slayer thoooo

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Hiiiii if you dont mind I would LOVE to hear more of your pearlina moms propaganda its so good thank u. ps your off the hook magnum opus series is AMAZING

!!!!!!!!!! hang on let me think up some REALLY GOOD HEADCANONS just for you anon im so sorry it took me so long to notice this ask and also answer it,,,  (it has only been a few hours)

just like with all my moms posts (tm) this got super long it’s going under the cut. have a good meal anon

pearl and marina kept the fact that they were going to have a baby very much under wraps. tabloids spread rumors, but they just got shut down by off the hook personally. like, an article titled “off the hook spotted buying maternity wear- are they gaining another member?” gets posted on twitter or something and pearl reteweets it and she says “no, it’s for family.” or something 

of course, the article was right. it was just a secret. until they very much couldn’t hide the twins anymore… when they were five years old and had to be enrolled in school. don’t ask me how they did it.

i think it would be super sweet if everything was planned out from the start, so that’s how i write my pearlina moms. 

pearl and marina talked for a very long time about having a baby. it took three years to decide on yes and another two to get everything ready and for marina to get over her nerves… 

but everything turned out okay! :] 

when the twins are still super small, pearl likes to carry them in her sweatshirt pockets or her purse, cause they fit in there and it’s nice and comfy for good naps. if you think of her octo expansion outfit and look at her sweater she’s got a pocket there, that’s where she puts them. like a momma kangaroo! 

even when they’re teenagers pearlie still has them go swim form and crawl into her pockets when they get sleepy in public. 

even before haruko and marley were born, their moms sang to them. pearl used to press herself up to marina and sing into the light, super softly, just to make sure her babies got sleep too. it very quickly became their lullaby, not to mention it accidentally got marina to sleep too, oops…

pearl thought it was super super cute. she has videos. 

to marina holding and/or cuddling the twins is like a weighted blanket for her. it’s absolutely one of the most comforting things she’s ever experienced. she stims by scratching their backs, super gentle, and she’s very lucky that it makes both of them just melt and hug her and purr. they can’t reach their backs to scratch them, so marina doing it makes them very happy. 

octolings like to play-fight and wrestle i think, so especially when they’re little marina fake-fights her twins with just her hands to keep from hurting them and to teach them to play. once haruko bit her and marley got very upset when she pretended to die…

pearl did a lot of googling throughout the whole thing. like, take the amount that popped into your head when i said “a lot of googling”, and maybe quadruple it. and then take that amount and triple it. that’s about how much googling she did. she wanted to take the absolute best care of her wife she could, so she decided she was going to learn everything she could- good places to take her, comfortable clothing options, the bestest softest blankets to get, homemade ice cream recipes. marina would have felt a little bad, but pearl didn’t let her. 

haruko and marley are pretty much the spitting image of both their moms, so much so that once their aunt callie managed to genuinely mistake both of them for their moms at a glance more than once! they have never let her live this down <3

marina used to cradle the twins in her tentacles when she had her hands full. she owns a baby sling, she just never decided to use it. pearl gets more use out of it than she does. 

one of the first things pearl says to marley when she meets him and is no longer completely shellshocked by him existing is “why didn’t you let us see you, little guy? were you too shy to say hello?” 

(his response: rolling over and going to sleep.) 

i could say so many more but im getting carried away.