#my two little poor babys

[pixel-punk-chaos]

"The movie and the food were really great. We should do this more often. Do you guys still want to come in? " It's raining. The raindrops patter on the curb and the asphalt of the streets. The only things that illuminate the surroundings are the streetlights and the lights on Valerie's front door. She unlocks her door and enters the apartment. Her male companions remain standing outside. "Oh we'll pass. It's getting late and probably your husband is already asleep. We don't want to wake him up. " Her blonde friend kindly declines her offer. " Besides, I think he already had enough stress at the cinema. He should really get some rest" Valerie sighs once and looks up, up the stairs "Oh you're right." Now she turns to her other friend. " I'll see you tomorrow at work. Get home safe." Saying goodbye, she hugs her two friends once more and then closes the door. It is pitch dark in the apartment. No light is on and it is quiet. Very quiet. But as Valerie gets closer and closer to the stairs to the upper floor, she can finally hear something. The soft sound of guitar strings being plucked. Giggling slightly, she has to shake her head. Raphael as he lives and breathes. In the cinema it seemed as if he had had a nervous breakdown. But when Valerie tried to help him, he just locked himself in the men's room and said that everything was fine. She then only heard him start to throw up. After that, he didn't want to go out to eat with the troop, he wanted to go home. And that alone. Now he sits in the bedroom again and plays his guitar. How she missed that. When she gets upstairs, she sees that the door was still open a crack. Carefully she opens the door and there he sits. Turning his back to the door, her husband sits on a chair, dreamily playing his guitar. The door is not in view. The only light that illuminates the dark room is the moonlight shining through the window. The rain is still pelting down. Carefully she approaches her husband and taps him on the shoulder. "Raphael? I'm back" He jerks completely inside himself, startled. Completely frightened, he stares at Valerie. He falls off his chair in fright. When Valerie tries to help him up, he just slaps her hand away in panic. "Hey, what are you doing, Raphael?" But before she can reprimand him further for his rudeness, she sees him start to breathe quickly and catch his breath. As she comes closer once more, he starts flailing wildly and babbling something like "let go of me" or "go away" or "don't touch me." He is totally beside himself. "Hey hey... Raph. It's all good. It's me Raphy" Like a wild animal that has been cornered, he clings to the edge of the bed. When he hears Valerie's voice, he looks to her, "It's me. You don't have to be afraid. You're safe here." Carefully approaches the brunette and kneels in front of him. "You are here at home with me. Nothing can happen to you. " His breathing still hasn't calmed down and his trembling still hasn't stopped, but he looks at her more focused now. Wherever he was a few seconds ago, now he is back here in this room, together with Valerie. "V Val ?" He stares at her. "Cecina?" She now sits down on the bed next to him and carefully takes his hand. The other arm rests protectively on his head. Now a bit calmer, Raphael leans against his wife, still breathing in a bit of panic. Soothingly, she begins to stroke his head and slowly he begins to shake. Slowly she rocks him back and forth, humming a melody softly. The whole room is dark and silent. The only thing heard is Raphael's whimpering and Valerie's soothing hum. "Shhh everything is going to be okay. You're not there anymore. You're here... With me...safe." And for a moment, the earth stopped.

That is a Scene from my Two OCs. I started to write a story and now I want to make a web comic for the story.

Stay excited when you want more information :D

[naamahdarling]

Augh

[caitlynmeow]

This is child Bela you can’t change my mind 😭😭

[cranberrymoons]

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[morrigan-sims]

What a difference a few years makes...

Rook at age 17-18 vs age 26 & Val at age 17 vs age 32

Not a whole lot changed appearance-wise for Rook, except for getting a few more ear piercings and a lot more scars (most of which you can't even see in these pictures). And he started wearing rings/necklaces, which you can't really see. And started wearing increasingly slutty shirts. Val also gained a scar or two, plus several tattoos. Their horns were broken when they were 17, so pre-17 they had full horns. Oh, and the eyepatch. That's a big one. And they got enough money to buy themself a big hat and a lot of fancy coats.

[nessiemccormick]

Everyone, I’m so sorry for not being able to finish on time with your commissions, I’m still working on them, but life is happening right now and I need lots of help, my kitty, my baby, Violeta is very, very sick 😔 So I’ll open my ko-fi requests for quick sketches to being able to at least get her hospitalized, she’s got a liver failure and I’m afraid of her not making it. She’s my baby, my emotional support, she’s the sweetest girl who has so much love. She know when I’m going though an anxiety or panic attack, and knows how to calm me down. I don’t know what I’d do without her, or what would happen to me if she didn’t make it.

I will make a proper post after this one, but I just thought I’d let you know like this first, and I’m so sorry again for taking so long with the two commissions I have pending. I will make it to you once were through this.

[pushing500]

I already sent an ask but shit i have another question

How is Tamarind holding up after Wendy's death? :(

Not so great, really. I get a little ache in my chest every time I see this little "yearning" mood debuff. Tamarind must be so unused to sleeping alone after all this. I wonder if there's a "grief counselling" mod or something?

Ugh, I never like losing colonists. It makes me too sad.

[omgwhatchloe]

current situation today lads

[andromedasummer]

fun fact once youve worked at a daycare/preschool the instincts it gives you never leave. i hear a baby crying and my brain muscle memories me into standing up until i can stop and remind myself that most people understandably do not want a stranger to walk over and pick up and soothe their infant. not my job anymore.

[naughtydogg]

y’all that fucking episode was crazy, i have so much to say idk where to start

[j-esbian]

no but genuine question bc i’m still thinking about that post lmao. why do Music People have such a superiority complex

[guinevereslancelot]

fighting my friend's sad beige baby aesthetic by introducing the bold color of navy blue to the baby clothing for my baby shower gift 😌💙

[cozy-the-overlord]

There’s nothing in the world that will make you feel quite as good about yourself as when your anxious pet comes running to you for comfort because they’re scared

[8cfc00]

just read the lyrics to the recent grotto song Grow Up and oh my GOD! MATT!

[hellokittyish]

★ thinking about bestfriend!satoru who feels like he’s won the lottery when you confide in him that you’ve never properly fingered yourself before because it doesn’t feel pleasurable, opting to simply rub at your poor little clit to get off instead.

“it doesn’t feel good because you haven’t been doing it right, silly,” he hums amusedly, a cheeky grin pulling at his lips as he lifts up one of your hands and makes a show of examining the length of your fingers. “hmm… yeah, this just won’t do.”

“huh?” you mumble curiously, cheeks burning with heat as you snatch your hand back and bury it into your lap. “what won’t do?”

“you need much longer fingers than those if you wanna do it properly, sweetheart,” satoru huffs, smile getting so wide dimples have formed on his cheeks as he holds up one of his own large hands and wiggles his fingers suggestively. “like mine, for example.”

so that’s how you somehow end up bent over the edge of your bestfriend’s couch with your ass perked up in the air and two of his freakishly long five inch fingers buried knuckles-deep inside your needy cunt. what an unexpected turn of events!

“think y’can take one more, baby?” he coos breathily against the shell of your ear, a third slender digit mischievously poking at your already overstuffed entrance. “c’monn, you wanna be a good little bestfriend for your toru, don’t you?

“y-yeah, i do— i can take one more, i promise!” you whine out desperately, much too far gone to care about how utterly pathetic you must look right now with your cheek squished against the arm of the chair and drool undoubtedly seeping from your gaped mouth.

“that’s my girl,” he purrs proudly, free hand giving your hair a fond pat while he slides another long finger into your fluttering hole, stretching you out more than you’ve ever been before. “but if you really wanna make me happy, you’ll cum all over my hand and make a big fat mess of this couch. can you manage that too, hmm?”

and you comply, of course; because how could your overstimulated little pussy not squirt when the tips of his lengthy fingers are effortlessly caressing your spongy g spot over and over again, your legs quivering around his palm as a soundless scream escapes from your bitten lips.

yeah… maybe satoru is more of a bestfriend with benefits at this point.

continuation here.

[arminsumi]

... hubby!Gojo with a huge breeding kink who just obsesses over you when you're ovulating and can't think about anything else but fucking a baby into your hips.

+ warnings; mdni, breeding kink, some dumbification

+ an; I literally had this idea in my drafts for a year... 😳

Maybe he's got a freaky sixth sense, maybe it's just because he's got heightened senses, or maybe there's some scientific studies to back it up; but Gojo can smell when you're ovulating. And it turns him on — of course it does. He has a bigger breeding kink than you do.

"Oh, you're ovulating." he notes after sniffing your skin... and you do a double take like he's insane. Because he is insane — you married a madman.

He pays closer attention to your cycle than you do, reminding you to mark down when you get your period, and coddling you in the days leading up to ovulation.

"Satoru, it's just an estimation." you tell him, but he's got a glow in his eyes when he sees your period tracker app telling him that today's your most fertile day — if he cums in you today, it's basically guaranteed.

He researches positions that help conception, bends and pushes you into them, and fucks you deep with his thick cock, going harder on your poor hole than he normally does — grunting more than he normally does, throbbing more than he normally does... like it just awakens something primal in him, and now he's obsessively fucking you like he has no other purpose but to breed his sweet little wife.

"Nn! Satoruuu!" you whine and paw at his torso, your walls overwhelmed by the pressure of his cock splitting you open.

"Yes babyyy?" he coos, giving you a crooked, blissed-out smile as he tilts his head.

There's sweat dripping off his abs, his pink nipples are hard, his biceps are twitching, and he's running one hand through his dampened white hair as he stills inside you for a moment.

"'s too deep! T-too big!" you moan lewdly, a bit of drool escaping the corner of your mouth.

"...aw, I know I'm just too big for ya, huh?" he coos cockily; hearing you tell him that he's 'too big' never gets old.

He's so determined to give you his baby that he tries everything to increase the chances; staying inside you for 5 minutes after shooting his load in, having you rest with a pillow under your back so your hips are raised — "Gotta help my lil' guys swim." he acts like an idiot about it, but sweetly so. Nothing excites him more than the idea of being a dad, except the idea of fathering your children.

After sex, when the two of you are cleaning up, Satoru feels over and massages your tummy with a small smile on his face. He's lost in thought, hair all messy and face tired like he's run a marathon, hopeful that this time he got you pregnant.

He'll pamper you like his queen, humming and going to the ends of the earth to get you anything you ask for. He really fawns over you when you're ovulating, and lays on the compliments thick while snuggling your neck and creeping his fingers up your thighs — pretty soon he'll sink them inside and stretch you out on them, preparing you for what he cutely calls "baby making" but is actually sweaty, nasty, kinky sex — there's a definite difference in the cute, snuggly sex and the literal breeding sessions no matter how much he plays it off.

"Satoru... my legs are still weak after this morning, give me a break, will you?"

"Aw come on, this is an innocent request... and if babymaking happens, it happens..." he mutters the last part under his breath.

"You're crazy."

But you know you're gonna fall for it after you take one look at his rock-hard, juicy pink, dummy big cock and those breeder balls.

He just beams victoriously when you hop over to him like a little bunny.

Satoru's pushes into you as deep as your pussy allows him, and then some more just to pressure your deepest spot, pinning your wrists down and whispering sultrily into your ear about how well you take him, how beautiful you look, how good it feels to fuck your fertile pussy knowing that he'll most definitely get you pregnant because his cum is perfect; thick and sticky and gooey and pungent, perfect just like he is — the cocky bastard.

When his creampies makes you cum, A-spot pressured with his pulsing tip, he grins so wide that you scold him about it.

"Stop grinning like a psychopath." you pant.

He just looks up at you, face hardly an inch away, and asks a dumb, smiley "D'you feel pregnant?" ... as if it happens so fast.

"Gee, I don't know, we should go again just to make sure — that was a joke, that was a joke! Nn! Satoru!" too late, he's flipping you over and slowly filling you up again.

And oh god Satoru loves sliding back in for round twos. The smell of sex and cum wafting up and hitting his nose just makes him plunge back into your cum-filled little hole with only one thing in mind and that is breeding you 'till you're stuffed to the max.

"Come on, y' gonna be a good wifey for me and get knocked up?" he rasps against your ear, thrusting his cock up into your sensitive spots until his creampies turn into whipped cream, frothed up and milky-white and smeared on your pussy lips.

Like the nasty boy he is (and always has been, even before marriage), Satoru forces your head down and makes you watch him fuck his dummy big cock into you.

"Yeah, watch that cock fill you up... look at all my cum leaking out..." he tuts, "... don't be so wasteful, baby... oh well, 'm gonna fuck it back into you anyways. Come on, let me in deeper — aw, what's wrong?" he coos when you claw at his meaty bicep.

"'toruuu, so deep! Y-you're so fucking deep, I can't think..."

His heart pangs when he hears you complain about being too stuffed, "Oh baby you don't need to think, just lay there and let me put a baby in your sweet pussy — gonna fuck you so dumb, the only name you'll remember is mine."

Of course, he has to get a creampie in every day. Sometimes even a few times a day. Sometimes even at 4 AM, and you swat him for being a horny idiot — but it takes five minutes to give in because you can hear the need in his voice when he whines "Please?" and starts humping against you, "I've got so much cum for you." he tells you and though it sounds so sweet in his soft, bedroom voice it's hard to take him as an innocent man, because his thick boner is grinding hard and hot between your plush lips.

You can bet you'll probably only get to sleep when the birds are chirping, 'cause your hubby's balls are too heavy and full of cum and he needs to drain himself inside you — oh, and you can also bet that afterwards he will be sleeping like a princess, clinging to you with his face snuggled into your tummy.