#pet mommies and human child mommies

[slytherinslut0]

Happy Mothers Day to the Slytherin fandoms favorite online mother!!

Mother is mothering!!

Ok hello??? like this damn near made me cry

thank you babyyyy. it’s an honour to be yalls mother. wouldn’t want it any other way. 🤍🥹

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Favorite Guest | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Visiting the controversial but fascinating zoo: Twisted Territories is something you finally got around to doing. Usually satisfied with the attached aquarium and petting zoo; it’s a bit of an adventure going into the very popular exhibit. 

“Here is our exhibit for our Nagas! If you don’t see them don’t feel bad they are a little shy. So if you like you may look up at the screen where we have some footage of our training with them–”

The zookeeper kept talking as the crowd made a makeshift line along the glass of the giant enclosure—moving awfully quickly because of the lack of action. Letting yourself fall into the back of the line you took your time admiring the grand enclosure. Much larger than any you’ve seen it was likely they could’ve been in plain sight camouflaging with the foliage inside it. Finally telling yourself to move on you take one last look at a specific spot in the bushes. Doing a double take you try to see if you saw the shimmer of someone’s eyes. 

“Mommy, when will I get a chance to see?”

Hearing the child’s whining you decide your time at the glass was up, writing off what you’d seen as an especially shiny plant in the exhibit. Pushing it to the back of your mind, the memory fades with the attraction of the merpeople and the wolf-hybrids who were much more present. It’s good enough to encourage you to come back, once again giving the Naga exhibit a chance. 

Spending a little while looking at the unreal nature, hoping you’ll find some hidden pattern of scales or a tiny bit of movement that reveals where the Nagas may be. It didn’t take long before your eyes were drawn to the open space right behind the glass. Only having time to look befuddled before a crowd of people started to form around you. 

“Look that snake-man came right up to the glass! Quick get your camera!”

As so many voices began to point out, a pale upper human half with a silver tail coiling behind him was right up against the glass. Hands-on the glass with his dark eyes trained on you, this Naga with a choppy bowl cut didn’t seem keen on moving. His intense eye-bags made it hard to tell if you were angering him or just entertaining him. You weren’t keen to find out. 

It took a while but you let the crowd take your place struggling to get through them to move on to the next exhibit. Taking advantage of the crowd’s excitement, when you looked back you couldn’t see the Naga which you could delude yourself into believing it was pure coincidence. Trying to enjoy the rest of your trip to the zoo, once again you tried to push your weird encounter into the back of your head. When that doesn’t work you settle for calling yourself ‘lucky.’ Who else has gotten such a close view of one of the illusive Nagas in the enclosure? 

This is why you internally scold yourself when you find a special invitation to that part of the zoo again. The email claims it's a prize for being such a frequent visitor and it makes sense that they offer a discounted price. If only to shake away the memories of the odd encounter you do again this time avoiding that exhibit for last, with plans to go at the end of your stay. You try to hurriedly rush through the path without incident.

The sound of a glass being banged and a muted hiss has you turning to look at the nagas exhibit. This time there are two–the grey one who’s tail was still on the glass and the other whose tail is a vibrant blue with hair to match. The blue one was coiled in on himself practically hiding behind the grey haired one–but he was also looking at you. Both leaning in tandem as you tested going further down the path. Once again the crowd was in an uproar surrounding the spot. You could see the blue one hurriedly retreat into the bushes of the exhibit while the grey one lingered. Through the surrounding crowd you found yourself locking eyes with dark grey ones. The glare was the same as before—a demanding sort of stare that weirdly made you feel guilty for turning away. 

Well…you were never coming to this zoo again.

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“Hi, can you please please come to the zoo again? I’m asking personally because legally that wouldn’t be right but there’s this neat grey area where I can–”

Cater couldn’t help but ramble as he spoke to the former frequent guest of the zoo. Tasked by his superiors to do whatever was needed to get the Nagas corporation. Since uniting the three specimens their murderous tendencies had increased. For a time there were vague signals of in-fighting but that quickly died down and suddenly their scientists and zookeepers were turning up dead. 

It seemed like there was no end to the carnage. 

Until (Y/n) came along.

In the zoo’s database, they were listed as a common face. An annual pass and accessories to match it was a matter of time before they visited the new mystical exhibits. What no one expected that it’d be them who got the Nagas to be active. With cameras placed on the ceiling and some trees, the scientist smart enough not to go inside could watch. But the Nagas were smart they knew precisely where they were and their intense strength didn’t help. Taking advantage of the terrain that didn’t need to be changed the Nagas made their supposed nest in a cave which meant that no scientists could see them even at rest. 

So it shocked everyone when they saw multiple dashes across the screen at the fifth big crowd of the day. Unlike some of their other creatures who had fun toying with the guests and were rewarded for it. The Naga s were never a part of this group usually ignoring guests or making themselves completely unseen on purpose. But now they were rushing to the edges of the forest without a care for the cameras or the eyes of amazed onlookers all to look at one person in particular.

“That one human. When will they be here again?”

Cater was the unlucky understudy who was finally spoken to rather than immediately suffocated for simply delivering food. He was shaking like a leaf as he promised to find out for them. It was a wonder they spoke at all let alone the biggest one of all. 

The creatures Twisted Territories had gathered were oddly enough quite close to one another. Already having split themselves into factions and hierarchies that fit with their species. But the greatest predator and the most feared was none other than the rumored dragon. Illusive and feared the only reason he hadn’t decided to end the organization was because he was looking for something specific. 

He said this after leaving nothing of an army of men and women. 

No bones. No blood. No survivors to speak of.

This is why it was a miracle that Cater was able to return to the guffawing scientists with a message at all. Bringing this up to the Superiors he was praised and tasked with making sure that their requests were fulfilled. 

Did these creatures have a type they liked to kill?

An interest in specific blood types or was it something else?

Was it a mating interest?

Competition?

The possibilities were endless and those superiors of his were hungry for answers. Granted it would come at the cost of this poor person’s life but he wasn’t in a position to argue. Not when he told the dragon he’d find you himself.

“I’m not really interested in returning anytime soon.”

That wasn’t going to work.

“I…actually would like to offer you an exclusive look at one of our exhibits. We’ll give you a free meal and some extra merch–”

“I’m sorry but I really don’t want to. Those Nagas really put me on edge.”

Cater’s heart sunk even deeper into his stomach. Letting his mind wander to the consequences of failing to get the subject to come willingly. His superiors would no doubt go to the extremes– buying the land around them, blackmailing, entrapping their family. It would be so much worse than a simple call. 

“I shouldn’t be saying this but the next time someone calls you about coming…there will be dire consequences.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know if they’ve already heard me…just pack a bag and come, please. I don’t know what they’ll do.”

Cater hung up the call, his heart aching in his chest. Looking at his feet he was acutely aware of the shadow that stretched in the doorway near them. 

He thought he was safe.

He thought he was essential.

The first one to speak to The Dragon without being dead.

Perhaps he wouldn’t get to deliver the guest to the dragon himself. 

Maybe you’d be better off on your own.

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“Welcome (Y/n) (L/n) to your official behind-the-scenes of Twisted Terrain. Is there anything I can get you before we start?”

“The guy I was talking to…where is he?”

“.....Right this way honored guest.”

You didn’t like how they deflected but it prepared you for what you may be dealing with. Despite the media denouncing it, you’ve been looking at the forums. Written off as hurtful conspiracies to zoos they provided their speculation about the zoo’s latest additions and how far their willing to go to keep them. Sadly it aligned with everything that’s happened so far; more people with suits surrounded you as you further traversed into the maze of staff-only doors. It didn’t make you feel so bad about scheduling a post about this thing. They’d take it down eventually sure but if you were never coming back it’d be best to warn others about this wolf in sheep’s clothing. 

“So here is the private extension of the Naga exhibit, where our scientists do their best to learn while taking care of our reptile friends.”

Seeing where this part of the exhibit expanded from the one the public saw was shocking. From a previous perspective, it already looked like a small forest, this larger part just made it so much larger. You realize this makes the Naga’s interest in one specific side of the glass that much weirder.

“Now if you’ll do me a favor and step up to the glass so you can have a closer look at their habitat?”

It wasn’t really a question, the slight inching of the others in suits said so. Adjusting your hold on the strap you were holding some luggage with, you step forward. In your heart of hearts, you almost hope that nothing will happen. That this would all turn out to be some ruse that happened to be triggered by the environment or the color of the clothes you wore. 

Like the feeling of realizing something so uncomfortable, so nightmarish, happening to you, and when you blink your eyes, you are not dreaming. The whole wood seemed to rustle as a long green tail much larger than the other Nagas’ you’d seen reached for the glass between you two. Almost caressing the glass. 

“Spectacular! I would’ve never believed it if I hadn’t seen it! Alright, let’s get them in there! Get those cameras ready I don’t want to miss an angle–”

“What?! Ahhh!”

The people in suits held you tight, maneuvering to a vault-like door where they took you and your bag inside. Feeling the bruises on your skin you tried to regulate your breathing and it was proving hopeless. The gaggle of people surrounding you in lab coats with cameras and notepads, it seemed as though they truly were prepared to feed you to these Naga. The feeling really sunk in when you were slammed into the dirt watching from over your shoulder as thousands of people watched like an audience of Colosseum—practically cheering for your massacre. Breathing in and out, you tried to ignore the burning ache of cuts on your hands and knees. You squeezed the handle of your bag as you walked into the forest, a glance back showed the gaggle behind the glass groaning and whining that you didn’t stand in the clearing the gate opened up.

You thought about flipping them off but this would have to do.

The second you stepped past the forest’s edge it was that same green tail that gently wrapped around your back guiding you through the forest. It was alarming but oddly comforting that the muscles underneath those evergreen scales were somehow softer than the humans who brought you here. 

“Where are you taking me?”

You continued to follow its light pushing and support over more rocky terrain. It eventually stops at the mouth of a cave, the tail disappearing into its darkness. Popping out again to imitate a finger calling you to come in.

You patted your pockets for your phone; coming up empty they must’ve swiped it while they were manhandling you into the enclosure. Figuring you’re better off relying on another sense you let your hand drag along one side of the cave, leaning on it as the ground dipped as you got even farther. 

“I can’t believe they brought you.”

Turning to the left of you, you were sure you heard a voice there. Looking in the darkness for any kind of movement you continued along. After that, you make sure to listen for some kind of sliding equated with the sound of Naga s slithering but you hear nothing. 

“D-did they put any wires on you?”

Turning again and seeing no one you put your back to the wall. Hoping that this will eliminate the directions someone can come at you. Shimmying along the wall you debate with yourself about how to react to these voices around you, whether you’d respond or swipe if only to prove you weren’t going insane. Before you could decide you felt something swiftly pull at your clothes.

“Ah!”

“S-s-orry it’s just that they did put something on you.”

“Uh, thanks?”

Whoever was the owner of this shaky voice made a sound you’ve never heard before. It sounded close but when you dared to reach a hand out you found nothing again. Continuing on your way, you wondered how far you’d get before you reached wherever you should have gone.

A cool sensation spread across your waist, making you jump. Thinking it was water or something you sent a speculative finger down to check finding what stopped you in your tracks was a Naga tail. It pulled you from the wall into a warm and lean chest; for good measure matching pair of arms wrapped around you trapping you against what you assumed to be one of the Nagas you were meant to meet. Seeing as the coils that wrapped around you were only moderately squeezing you figured you could let your guard down. 

“To think you had to be with those nasty humans this whole time makes me sick.”

That voice was the first you heard. The voice was smooth authoritative and a little snobbish you wondered which of the Nagas you’d seen was the owner. 

“Um, can I ask some–AcK!”

“Don’t squirm, I’m checking past these infernal coverings.”

The hands inspecting you were just as chilly as his tail which was maneuvering you in all sorts of ways to help remove the ‘infernal coverings.’ Trying to push the hands away proved to be nothing but a nuisance to the Naga who casually slapped your hands away to continue trying to remove your clothes.

“Wait don’t—”

“Stop whining! I can look better if you just stop–”

“Rollo, please.”

The voice that spoke from somewhere unusually close was deep, a baritone that practically shook the air of the cave. A command that had the Naga holding you stopping their attempt at removing your clothes, letting you rest in their coils.

The light draft of the cave became more intense, wafting against your cheeks in a cold thrush. A light brush became an intense whirl, making you shut your eyes from the dark expanse of the cave. There was the sound of something cackling like a fire and then the faint wave of light reaching through the cover of your eyelids. Opening your eyes to a whole new cave, a green flame burning on a torch being the main reason.

“You must be gentle. Their eyesight is much different than ours it makes sense they’d be  disoriented.”

The owner of the deep voice was a pale man with hair as long and dark as the cave, you’d entered. With a pair of horns on his head and evergreen scales trailing from his cheeks down his unclothed chest blending with the length of his tail. His tail was hard to see for its true color with the glow of the green flame but accounting for it you recognized the scales for the evergreen ones that guided you into the cave. Looking at the now illuminated ground it was that same evergreen tail that seemed to curve and coil all around. Trying to pinpoint the end of the tail to its beginnings led you to meet its owner. Resting on one of many coils of his, with a fanged smile you could feel the heat rising from the pit of your stomach as slitted evergreen eyes looked deep into your own. 

Taking a gulp you tried to speak,” You led me here right?”

 He was still smiling at you, making you wonder if he planned to respond to you at all. Unable to hold his gaze you found yourself looking away. 

���Haha, I did!”

His laugh reverberated through the cave sending shivers up your spine. When you dared to look again he was much closer. Seconds ago he was leagues away now barely a hair from your nose, it only served to make you turn away again in embarrassment.

“I am glad you found a way in here considering how dark it is for you.”

“T-thanks.”

“I don’t see what that has to do with checking you for wounds.”

The snobbish voice of your captor reminded you that he was there, finally looking over to put a face to the voice. He was the gray-haired Naga with tired eyes that you recalled glaring at you through the glass. 

“You!?”

“Is there a reason you're pointing at me like that?”

“You were the one who was glaring at me that one time I came.”

He sighed exasperated as though it was tiresome to recount the frightening experience. He crossed his arms upturning his nose at you as he turned his head, all the while keeping those grey eyes trained on you.

“I wasn’t glaring. I was watching.”

“Why’d you slam against the glass then!?”

“You weren’t looking, it was just a light tap to get your attention.”

“And the hissing?!”

“Well, I think it was wrong of you to just ignore me like that, especially after you left last time.”

“You freaked me out! Of course, I left!”

He rolled his eyes at you, “I don’t see why this is still important.”

The one with the black hair came close again, tilting his head in your direction. 

“First impressions are very important Rollo. If you scared them you have to take responsibility.”

“Y-y-yeah!” 

The Naga with the grey hair—Rollo rolled his eyes again bringing the tip of his tail to cover the bottom half of his face. Very badly hiding the sneer on his face.

“Whatever. You’ve been dodging the topic of those injured of yours. I think whatever I’ve done in the past doesn’t quite matter now.”

You immediately wanted to protest as the green-eyed Naga beside you gently grabbed your hands and opened them to reveal scratches from bracing your fall. Trailing up your wrist and to your arm gently caressing the bruises you could feel forming. 

For the first time since you’d met him, he wasn’t smiling. A neutral expression on his face but the sharp twists and twirls of his tail said otherwise. You turned to Rollo who was still holding the tip of his tail over his mouth, this time hiding a subtle act of gritted teeth. His tired eyes were also on your arms where the other Naga was still caressing. 

“Those in the coats did this to you?”

“Uh yes.”

Rollo spoke up again, his tail wrapping around you tighter, “Despicable humans! They can’t do a single thing right!”

Shooting him a look, he brought the tip of his tail down to fold his hands in front of him. 

“Don’t get me wrong. I adore you all the same. It’s just all other humans.”

As if that was any better. 

A flurry of sparkling lights flooded your vision bringing your attention to the Naga who was solemnly guiding the lights on your wounds. The dull ache coming from them began to dissipate as the open scratches closed themselves and the discoloration from the bruises faded away. 

“I think this is reason enough.” 

“I agree. I’ve been wanting to tear those humans apart the day they brought us here!”

“If I can take their tech that’s fine with me!” 

The third voice came from behind you, revealing the blue-haired Naga you saw shyly poking out that one day. Now he was smiling happily, slithering closer to the other Naga as he looked at your arms. 

“If they did that there’s no way they’ll be living another day.”

A lot of things were being said and they all pointed to an uprising against the scientists. There was just one glaring issue. 

“But why?”

It was like the scratching of a record. They all turned to look at you like you’d grown a second head. Rollo’s face looked almost offended. The blue-haired Naga’s jaw was dropped. Even the one with the horns had his green eyes widened in shock.  You feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment. Closing your eyes to block the image of their judgment being cast. 

Feeling the cool tips of fingers and elongated claws lightly caress your cheek and jaw; tilting your face upward, goading you to open your eyes. Doing so slowly you were face-to-face with the ethereal face of the Naga who healed you. Eyebrows knitted together with sorrow in his eyes, it felt wrong to look away.  

“You are our mate.”

Searching his expression, hoping he’d elaborate it didn’t look like he was going to. 

“Like imprinting?”

Rollo scooched closer to you lightly tugging you from the other Naga’s grip to put you in his own. Nuzzling his nose into your own, holding you firm when you naturally attempted to back away.

“Deeper than that. It’s destiny that you’re mine.”

“Ours.” The black-haired Naga corrected. 

Rollo huffed,” Ours.”

Coming close to him was the blue-haired Naga. Practically snuggling into Rollo’s side he let his tail coil on top of his, lightly shifting you into his hold. Bringing you close to him, he encouraged you to wrap your arms around his neck. Hugging you tightly with his arms you finally got to see his face. Framed by his wild blue tresses, golden eyes, and matching blue lips that were spread in an awkward smile.

“We were waiting for you this whole time.”

“Me? Are you sure?”

Rollo leaned into the blue-haired one this time, batting at some hair that got in his way. Turning to you with a smirk.

“We told you, didn’t we? You are ours. Guess that human side of yours has a problem with accepting the truth.”

Feeling a kiss on your neck, then a nudge of someone resting their head on your shoulder. 

Looking down the Naga’s green eyes practically glowed as he spoke, “Then we will have to fix that. Right, (Y/n)?”

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“So what’s the plan?” 

After getting some much-needed introductions and a vague talk about the biological herrings of mates. You would like to be the voice of reason when it comes to this uprising they planned to do. 

Malleus took his head off your own to cutely tilt his head, “Plan? Do we need one?” 

Rollo’s claws dug into the sides of his hands which were folded on top of his coils. 

“I was going to just go for the ones that disrespected me the most.”

Idia let out that sound you equated with happiness, now that you could see his blue tail wiggle about in excitement.

“I’m so glad you asked–”

He held nothing back as he rambled on and on about the plan he had. While you were following for the first half you couldn’t keep up after he mentioned opening an interdimensional portal. Feeling the vibrations of laughter on your back you looked to Malleus who was doing just as you felt. Perching his head back on the top of yours, he squeezed you closer to his chest turning his head to whisper just above your ear.

“Can you tell now? We really do need you.”

You couldn’t help to chuckle along with him. Noticing that Idia had run out of breath and was panting over the schematics he’d drawn in the dirt. While Rollo looked disgusted that he was heaving so heavily. Clapping your hands to get their attention they turned to you. 

“Alright, so this is the plan….”

More!

[gremlingottoosilly]

Would monster!König consider letting his partner adopt an abandoned human baby if they desperately wanted a child? Would he consider the possibility of them getting pregnant with a human baby via medical ways? Just letting the brain worms worm 🪱

He will never allow you to bear the child of another man, no matter if the seed was inserted into you via medical ways. He might allow you to adopt a human baby, but you shouldn't delude yourself into thinking he is actually allowing you to keep it after it's done being cute. You have a much longer lifespan now, because of all the time Konig was forcing his seed in you, your body is changing to take him fully and support him as his mate - and the human child he took from some rebel organization or breeding facility isn't going to keep up with you for much longer. He likes looking at you coddling the baby and playing with it, maybe even finally putting your leaking milk tits to good use, but he won't ever acknowledge the baby as something more than a pet, a fancy commodity for his dumb little human. You play with little baby human, you may even trick yourself into thinking it's yours - Konig kinda likes how dumb you are, how adorable and pretty you look while trying to be a good mommy for a baby while you're still getting stuffed with colonel's eggs every night, his tentacles forcing their way in you. If you want babies so badly, he might as well put more eggs inside of you, right? His pretty whore of a wife should quite like that...

[ahhhwomen]

Perfect Soldier

Pairing: Victoria Neuman x Fem!Reader

A/n: This was supposed to be like a big fic with a full storyline, but I decided I was too lazy to write it so yall are only getting the angsty part :) Not the most in-character thing I have written but I'm lazy.

Warnings: Death, description of dying, implication of torture and abuse, mommy issues, blood, swearing, just like 1k words of dying in a pretty lady's arms

“Shhh… hush… you’re okay… fuck.. you’re okay, just breathe…”

Her hands are warm and sticky as they take hold of your face. Amber liquid coats the crevices of her palm, riveting streams collide and split until an intricate pattern of your life form slathers itself like paint against her.

She holds your jaw in a vice-like grip, but you can’t seem to pull focus on anything other than the color of your own blood.

You are bleeding.

The hues change depending on what light reflects against Victoria as she huddles over you. While draping your body atop her lap, the light catches the side of her face where your blood is splattered in uneven coats. With the florescent lights, it almost glows in a lighter red, not quite so dark as the pool beneath you, the thinner drops reflect the light in a shining fashion, almost as if the blood is light itself.

It’s beautiful.

She is beautiful.

She cradles you close to her chest, stealing your view, and gently holds you like a mother would their child, rocking you back and forth. Her power suit is stained, and as she threads her fingers through your hair and holds your head against the crook of her neck, she subsequently only helps to taint the blue material more as your blood seeps deeper.

Victoria speaks to you calmly, with a mixture of soft murmurs, a soothing coo, and the occasional whispered curse, you can’t help but think she is doing it for her own benefit.

“You’re okay … shhh…”

She lessens the grip around your head in favor of petting you gently. Gentle fingers thread and weave in a sea of stained, clumped-together, strands of hair. She works deftly, untangling and taming, scratching her nails against your scalp.

It’s strange… You never knew comfort. Between Red River and the Vought Experimental Center for Youth, you lived in a constant state of pain and confusion. At the time it all felt natural, like you only existed to suffer and serve.

“Shhh…” The black-haired woman hovering over you clutches your jacket, using her handle on you to drag you even closer, it seems she won’t relent until every skin cell on your body merges with her own.

You aren’t making any noise, but the sound of her hushes and tsks settle the roaring inside your head and you find that you don’t mind her vocal stim... you almost feel comfort in it.

The pool beneath you grows into a storming ocean and with the swishing waves and raging raindrops, Victoria grows mad.

Hughie is a good man.

That’s the lie Victoria told herself while they grew closer over the past year. He is a good man, and though she was right to fear his rejection over her less “human” form, he isn’t cruel or deserving of her rage. So, she had pushed the nagging voice at the back of her mind that told her he was dangerous, and she kept living life as it was.

A death rattle echoes against the cold concrete walls as your body starts shaking and seizing inside Victoria’s hold.

When Edgar forced your presence onto her with the pretense that you were “good security”, she almost laughed in his fucking face. Nothing could stop Homelander, so what could you possibly do? A mute, obedient, pet that has never had a thought for herself.

She could handle herself, and she almost told him that, but, perhaps she felt an ounce of pity at your emotionless state. And maybe, as shameful as it is, maybe she saw something in you that reminded her of herself and her time at Red River.

The expansion and retraction of your chest stumbles in irregular patterns as blood bobbles and gurgles inside your lungs. Victoria forces you to your side as she pats your back firmly in an attempt to dislodge the curdling blood cloths.

So, she let you stay. Let you “protect” her and her daughter.

And when the reality of what she had signed herself, and her daughter, up for set in and she got scared, you never judged her. You stuck by her side till the very end.

Your body falls limp, and you stop struggling and for the first time in your life, you feel free.

Hughie was a good man, but you are a good girl.

Your skin grows colder by the second, and in a desperate attempt to reignite the heat, Victoria curls herself around your chilly corpse.

Hughie, together with his tentacle freak friend and the rest of the boy band, are going to die horrible, dragged-out, deaths that will rival the wrath of a thousand gods.

She will make sure of it.

[dirtytransmasc]

he really said "come on your mine now" and manhandled her (what a gentleman)

So little au idea for HoTD hear me out...we give alicent a medieval nuke(a dragon)...but not in a Targaryen!Alicent or Valyrian!Alicent way but a Canon divergence way where completely hightower Alicent claims a dragon..!

Like a concept that my 3 braincells fist-fought in a Danny's parking lot for- anyway as I was saying imagine for whatever reason maybe for Aegon and Helaenas wedding

For whatever reason the family goes to dragonstone and Alicent gets more than a little stressed out during the welcoming feast (Viserys,Aegon,Rhaenyra,Daemon one or all of them are probably a factor to her frustration lets be honest) and so she retires and asks Criston to watch over the children because of where they are is dangerous, and she walks towards her chambers but ends up outside on the beach and just strolls along the sand eventually taking a break and sitting on the ground for a bit...and ends up dozing off

Eventually realizing the sun is rising and deciding to go back to the keep before the day breaks only to feel like shes being watched/stared at, she starts to hear and feel breathing she turns around and boom a giant dragon right there watching her mouth covered in blood and flesh(human?) and her fight or flight kicks in but she freezes and the dragon gets closer and closer soon fave to face with her

It nudges her and when she doesn't respond it picks her up by the back of her dress and puts her on its back. And when she snaps out of it she realizes what it did and a different fear overtakes her as the dragon lifts off the ground taking her with it, she of course holds on for dear life and is screaming in terror bowing her head on its neck as it soars

Unconsciously she brings it towards the keep and maybe lifts her head as it flies over the bridge and whoops with joy...she just got abducted and is now a dragonrider whether she likes it or not this dragon picked her up and went 'Ohhh ur mine now little dude lol' and when it lands in a field close to the keep and her family comes rushing to her asking if she's okay and what happened? where was she? was she just riding a dragon by herself? what the fuck? The dragon meanwhile looms menacingly behind her as she answers their questions

Vizzy T,Rhaenyra and Daem*n come to them rhae rhae scared daem#n pissed and disgusted and Viserys just confused why the duck alicent could claim a dragon

(Yada Yada non Targaryens can't claim dragons Yada Yada why would a whore like her be able to ride a dragon) -darmon probably

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Freak Like Me

Jimmy Darling x felinehybrid!f!reader

Warnings! Angst, harassment, female violence, abuse/ CA, fluff ending, lil cringe maybe

Reupload of the request by @jazz-berry

“Mommy! Look at her!” Chirped the small child observing me like a zoo animal, a pure smile on her face as she pointed.

“Don’t look sweetie!” Hissed her mother, yanking her on the arm as she dragged her past me. Her glaring eyes darted between her enamored child and my face. I could tell the difference in the scorn between me and her child, even if I couldn’t prove it.

It's been 3 years since I’d been accepted into the Freak Show, the glares and scornful looks becoming custom to me over the course of my life. I was born a freak, just like everyone else. Everyday came new insults and reactions, and I never got used to any of them. But I learned to tolerate it. To ignore it and keep a smile, or a straight face. Everyone in the Freak Show was always supportive of me, comforting me and giving me a place that finally feels like home. But no one was a bigger comfort to me than Jimmy Darling.

Like me, he had an obvious malformation that needed to be hidden in public to be seen as ‘normal’ in society. He was one of the few people now in my life who I felt I could lean on the most. I felt he always had my back, and in return I had his. I’d had a crush on Jimmy for ages, his generous behavior and bold, friendly personality struck a chord in my heart. His love and protection for the other freaks, the ones who couldn’t fend for themselves as well, he beat the drum of my heart creating a stead-fast rhythm. As well as that cheeky smirk he dawned.

When I first met Jimmy, I expected him to make fun of me just like the other people in my life. He seemed like just the right asshole with his charms, flirts and overall charisma. Instead, he had this soft look in his eyes, something tender and special. I think we truly saw something in each other, a kinship. I was born genetically altered during an experiment orchestrated by the now asylum doctor, Dr. Arden. His sick experiments trying to create human abominations. And I was no exception.

He believed that with the agility and resilience of a cat, if he mixed feline and human DNA he could create a modified human with extreme agile abilities, hearing, smell and sense. His experiment ‘failed’ when I came out with only the behaviors of a domestic house cat and a set of cat-like ears and a matching tail. He kept me prisoner as a pet until I was 12, I was lucky to live that long with him as he originally planned to kill me, but couldn’t bring himself to do it as I was the only one of his experiments that didn’t turn rabid or died. I eventually escaped when I was 13, becoming homeless. The cups I held for money being spat into instead of just being ignored like the others.

Sometimes people would see me and instantly begin beating me up, leaving me wounded in the bushes. But it seems that cats must really have nine lives, because I lived to meet Elsa, who found me alone and battered in a ditch. Where she invited me to join her Freak Show. Where I met Jimmy, with his clawed hands.

A Lobster and a cat was quite an ironic pairing. Jimmy still liked to tease me from time to time, holding fish out in his hand and swinging it like bait as if I was dying to pounce on it. I’d just glare and cross my arms like I was tired of his foolish endeavors even though I quite enjoyed his little quips.

It was Saturday, a perfect night for the Freak Show. Elsa had managed to save the show for now with a few more acts added to the set, and a few new freaks added to the cast. I was included at the time. Our best show had 50 people show up, and our usual crowd is almost 20. Which is enough to get us all by for a while. Our balance usually runs out by the end of the month, but with consistent show times, it was a stable income.

Today I was asked to do fortune telling in place of Maggie, who (not so) unfortunately died in a freak accident. She was a fraud and ex-lover of Jimmy Darling, so a part of me didn’t feel much sympathy for her. I hadn’t known Maggie during either of our times at the Freak Show together, but I don’t miss her presence regardless. I just hated having been put with her job, feeling like a fraud myself. But Elsa insisted that fortune telling was quite popular, and with my cat-like features it was even easier to market.

I spent the whole night giving vague fortunes to anyone of any age. I mainly had children who were curiously fascinated by the flick of my tail and twitch of my ears. I spent more time answering their questions than telling their fortunes, which was sort of a win for me. I let some of the, granted less-greasy, children brush my tail for a moment before they shrieked and scurried back to their mothers like a flock of chicks.

In the corner of my eye I notice a dark figure standing in the distance through the open tent curtains, it’s tall and dons what I could only make out as a bowler hat and a long trench coat. When I squint my eyes to take a closer look, the figure is gone seemingly, as if I had just imagined it. It was getting late, and I felt sleep washing over me, but I hadn’t realized how tired I must have been until now. Imagining dark figures in the distance was quite unusual behavior for me.

I had begun to pack up the tent when I heard the soft swish of the curtains dropping, seeing the hazy moonlight disappearing in the enclosed makeshift room, illuminating only with the small candles and oil lamps dawning around the furniture to make it more moody. I quickly whip my head around behind me to gauge who just came in.

“Sorry, I’m closing up.” I said calmly, trying not to sound frightened, but I knew it must have been obvious anyways, my tail and ears always gave away my true emotions. Not to mention the bug-eyed look most likely plastered over my face.

I didn’t relax any further though when I saw a tall man standing there, he donned a brown bowler hat and a matching long trench coat. His hands tucked leisurely in his pockets. I noticed a small scruffy pre-shave beard on his chin, despite the tilt of his head under his hat hiding his gaze from me.

“Can I help you?” I ask, eventually turning my body to face him, getting in a stance ready to fight or run if I had to.

He raised his head and I could see the glimmer of his brown eyes, a deep droop in his lids and a small mustache upon his lip. He smirks amusedly at me.

“Yes, you can.” He says in a low, smooth voice. He was quite an attractive man, I had to admit. But there was something wrong about him, and I couldn’t place my finger on it yet.

That was until he took some steps forward and began to entice me with his words.

“What’s such a pretty feline like you doing here? When you could do so much more…you’re beautiful. You could be a model.” He smiles at me, like it was meant to be pleasant, but it only sent shivers down my spine.

I went into a defensive stance as I began to back away from him, but he only got closer, easily cornering me. I felt like an idiot for doing that, but I had no other choice. My breath began to shorten in my chest, coming out as sharp inhales, my heart fluttering like a hummingbird in my chest and pounding through my ears. I was getting dizzy with panic.

“Don’t be afraid, darling.” The man coos menacingly as my ears begin to flatten to my head. My words choked in my throat as I scream and thrash in my head, only coming out as burning tears in my eyes.

“Say….” He trails, glancing at my tail with a smirk. I freeze in place from his gaze and yelp painfully when he pulls at my tail.

“So, it is real.” He scoffs delightfully as if he almost didn’t believe it despite the clear movement.

“My…what a beautiful specimen you are, indeed…” He says slowly, taking his time with each syllable like a long breath. He reaches out for my hair and squishes it between his fingers, a new sort of mischievous grin on his face. One that is dark and disturbing and makes my hair stand up.

He starts to move his fingers to tuck my hair back behind my ear, but suddenly the curtains of the tent fly open and I see a familiar figure standing in the doorway with a look of sheer shock and surprise on his face that quickly turns into rage as he drops everything in his hands and storms over to the man. They’re almost the same height, so Jimmy easily grabs his shoulder to turn him and knocks a fair punch in his face. His deformed hand created what I assumed was probably a harsher blow than average.

The man instantly dropped to the ground, holding his now surely broken nose in his hand as blood seeped through his fingers like a river. He lifts his head to Jimmy and they just stare at each other for a split second before the man silently gets up and sprints away. Jimmy watches him run, practically huffing with anger before turning to me, his demeanor shifts and his breathing calms as he gives me a soft gaze.

“Are you ok?” He asks in a concerned, gentle tone. He doesn’t even let me answer before he swings his arm protectively over me and begins to lead me out of the tent and to his caravan.

“C’mon sweetheart.” He beckons, as if I wouldn’t follow him to the ends of the Earth no matter where we were.

As soon as he closes the door to the caravan behind us, the welled up sobs begin to climb out of my throat, thick and hot tears rolling down my cheeks. Jimmy instantly looks concerned and wraps me in a tight hug, resting his chin on the top of my head as his large hands rub my back soothingly.

“There, there.” He says comfortingly as he lets all the emotions built up inside of me through the day wash over and spill. Holding me tight to his chest so I could hear the calm, melodic drum of his heart, beating lovingly for me.

The sound itself begins to soothe me, along with his tender massages of my back and eventually the storm of tears subsides. He removes his chin from the top of my head and loosens his hold a bit as he points his face towards me and gauges my expression.

“Feeling better?” He asks with a soft chuckle, a gentle smile painted on his face that swelled in my heart.

I nodded silently and threw myself into another tight hug where he began to pat my head.

“Jimmy…” I said, my words muffled by the clothes on his chest.

“Yes, Darlin’” He replied, our cheeky little inside joke.

“Can we cuddle?” I ask, my cheeks becoming a soft pink when asking, slightly embarrassed at the request. I didn’t know how he would answer, we didn’t have the cuddly kind of relationship. At least, not in my eyes.

To my surprise I feel him shift, a soft nod. “Of course.” He rings out in a soft voice and I felt as if my heart could have almost exploded from how hard it started pounding in my chest. A feverish pattering that rushed through my whole body with a light weight feeling.

Without another word we both stood in silence, unsure of what to do, before Jimmy started slowly leading us both to his bed in a slow walk. He sat down gently on the mattress first before scooting back and letting me crawl forwards over him, nuzzling snuggly into the crevice of his arm and resting my head on his chest. I was soothed again by the subtle rise and fall of his breaths, hearing again the rhythm drumming of his heart in my ear.

He strokes my hair gently with his fused fingers, petting the top of my head like a true house cat. A strange hum began to pull from my throat as he continued to stroke my head and ears, his other hand wrapping around my back and rubbing it in slow motions up and down my spine.

“Are you purring?” He chuckled sweetly when he noticed the low sound.

“N-No!” I blurt out, shy and confused.

“I didn’t even know you could do that.” He says, smiling and resting his head back down on the pillow.

“Me neither…” I mumbled, and he lifted a curious brow, dropping it and letting it go.

Despite the strange reaction he pulled from me with the massages, he continued petting me, each rub and stroke becoming stronger and more deliberate. I felt the urge to continue the favor, my fists kneading into his chest with hesitant nudges. He smiled silently to himself when he felt the soft press of my knuckles rolling against his shirt. My eyes gently closed, eyelashes splayed over my pink cheeks.

Lulled to sleep in his arms, we both fell asleep together that night, waking up in each other’s arms and sharing a comforting smile together. Things were surely going to be different around here now.

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If I Dream Hard Enough

Summary: Morpheus' daughter Elise wants you to become her mommy against every odd in the world. Will you?

Notes: ~8.1k words. Happy birthday to @givingmyhearttoyou, this is for you, you fabulous human. Also, this fic was supposed to be like 1k words long and now... well! Hope you guys like it, sorry it took so long

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, ModernAU!Dream, DaughterDad!Dream, slow burn(?), smut, P in V, unprotected sex (yikes), fingering, slight angst all comfort, don't worry you guys get together in the end

Masterlist

You knew of Morpheus several months ago when he stopped at the restaurant you worked at to pick up an order for his daughter. At that time, you didn’t officially meet him, you just thanked him as he left the door as the other two waitresses did. Then for the past few months, he has been a regular, always sitting in your section right after dinner rush. You thought it was planned out by the way the two other waitresses snickered whenever they saw him there. 

You didn’t mind. He was a great customer and always left good tips and he often brought his daughter along. And while she was still young, about 7 years old since the last time you asked her, she was often a highlight of your week. Elise often brings you a wildflower she finds, growing in her garden to bring to you. Each time you accept with a smile and Morpheus is there watching. 

The day that Morpheus came in without Elise, the restaurant was dead silent. The other two waitresses had left early and you were left to defend the shack. So, you sat down with him and had a meal with him. He asked you about your life and you asked about his. You learn that his wife and he had separated after the unfortunate death of their first child and that he works as a psychiatrist for those who have trouble sleeping. He has a pet Raven named Matthew and for Halloween last year, his daughter made him dress up as a scarecrow named Mervin. 

After that conversation, the two of you grew closer as friends instead of your previous professional relationship. The first time that you met with Morpheus outside of work was when Elise invited you to watch her theater performance. She was cast as Wendy in the year’s show Peter Pan and you couldn’t have been happier to come along.

Morpheus had picked you up at 6:30 PM on the dot later that week. You wore something nice and comfortable for the early spring winds. Your heeled boots clacked against the concrete pavement as you made your way from the front door to Morpheus’s car. He was waiting for you by the passenger door, leaning against the sleek black design that matched his outfit well. 

When he saw you approaching, he smiled and offered the door for you. 

“Thank you,” You smiled as you got into the car. It smelled nicely of leather and a hint of McDonald’s french fries, probably a small lunch for Elise before her show tonight. 

“Did you have dinner yet?” Morpheus asked after he put on his seat belt. 

“No, not yet,” You say. It was a bit too early for dinner for you. Plus, you told yourself that the show would only last an hour so, you could just make something when you got home anyway. 

“Great,” Morpheus practically beams, in his nonchalant way. He places his hand on the back of your headrest and looks at you. “Elise wanted to go out tonight after her show, you should join us.”

Heat blooms across your cheeks and ears at how close he was to you. You smell his cologne and you feel like you’re going to go dizzy. But you bravely push through it. 

“Y-yeah, that sounds lovely.” You say, turning your head to look straight ahead. He looks behind you as he backs out of the driveway of your small house. 

When the two of you arrived at the school, it was surprisingly packed. Quite a few other parents were waiting in line to get a spot for their car in the limited parking lot. And luckily, Morpheus was able to find a spot near the middle. When you opened the door, Morpheus was already waiting for you on the other side, he held his arm out and offered it to you. 

“Why, thank you very much,” You smile, going along with it. The wind blew a bit harsher as the sun’s final rays disappeared from the horizon and you subconsciously huddled closer to Morpheus for a bit of extra warmth as the two of you walked toward the school entrance. 

Morpheus removes his arm from you and you frown a bit. You recover quickly, maybe he decided against it, and that’s fine. The next moment, his long wool peacoat is draped over your shoulders. The smell of him envelopes you as the warmth seems through your clothes. The warmth of your cheeks returns and you feel like you’re blushing to the highlands

“Won’t you be cold?” You ask, your hands grabbing at the opening of the coat to keep it closer to you.

“No,” He says and hands the lady a five-dollar bill for two tickets. His arm extends out again in invitation and you take it happily. 

The tickets gave you two some good seats, not too far back and not too close to the stage where you would have to crane your neck for the whole show. Before you took your seat, you took off Morpheus’ jacket and folded it in your arms. Then a lady stops the two of you in the aisle of the auditorium, right before your seats. 

“Morpheus!” She exclaims and walks towards the two of you.

“Oh, Jesus,” Morpheus mutters under his breath and hides it with a cough. “Hello, Becky.”

“Why, I haven’t seen you in years, not since my little William’s birthday those years ago.” She goes in for a hug, all-embracing and big grins. Her hoop earrings jingle with the rest of her jewelry: a big statement necklace, and bold silver bracelets on each arm. She sported a leopard print blouse and her round hips had some brown slacks to match the spots. 

Her hair had large curls, just recently blown out as she flicked it behind her shoulders. When she finally notices you, her smile drops for a brief moment before it broadens again. 

“Morpheus!” She exclaims again, her hands with fresh manicures going up like a surprised red panda. “I can’t believe you brought a girlfriend!”

“Um, she’s not-” 

Becky interrupts him and grabs onto your shoulders. “Let me take a closer look at you, sweetheart.” 

“Uh, hi,” You say as she gleams at you, looking you up and down and nodding. This was awkward. 

“You. Are. A. Gem!” She annunciates. “You know, I was beginning to worry about how long it was going to take this guy to get into a relationship again.”

“Oh… that’s…” You drift off your words, Becky was starting to make the both of you uncomfortable.  

“Let’s find out seats,” Morpheus interrupted us and you couldn’t have been more grateful. Becky nods as well before passing the two of you to sit somewhere near the back of the auditorium. Morpheus leads you with a warm hand on the small of your back. 

Eventually, the curtains draw back and the lights dim. A tiny Elise is in a makeshift nightgown and pretends to wake up from her bed. Almost immediately she spotted you in the audience and the grin she gave you made your heart clench. You give her a small wave and she waves back before remembering she had lines to deliver. 

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You and Morpheus wait outside the school auditorium with the other parents and friends who came by to support the elementary play. You had fallen into easy conversation while waiting for Elise to get out of her costume. 

“She looked lovely tonight,” You comment, peaking over shoulders to see if she had come out yet.

“She sure does,” Morpheus says by your side and you miss the way he looks at you. When you turn to look at him again, his direction is directed forward instead. 

“Daddy!” A squealing voice giggles as it comes barreling toward the opposite of everything she embodies. Pink and glitter clashed against midnight black and pale skin. A rare smile pulls at Morpheus’ lips at her hug. 

“Hi, starlight,” He pulls Elise up until she is hoisted on his hip and her arms are securely wrapped around his neck. “Are you hungry?”

Almost comically, her stomach rumbles and she hides her face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment. The two of you laugh and you place a reassuring hand on Elise’s back. After little debate, the three of you are off to some local Italian restaurant. 

After dinner, which Morpheus kindly paid for, it was well past Elise’s bedtime but the little one was as hyper as if it was only noon. The drive back to your house consisted of her talking about rehearsal, her school days, her lunch yesterday, and a project on magnets that she has to finish by next Wednesday. 

The night ended with Morpheus walking you to your door. You stared at him, the fun you had from the night still evident on your face. You find that your cheeks are starting to hurt from how much you’ve been smiling. 

“Goodnight, Morpheus,” You say, one had already on the doorknob. 

Morpheus answers a few seconds later, almost lost in thought. “Right… goodnight,” He whispers and neither of you realize the unconscious step he takes closer to you. His face leans down and you can see the complicated colors of his eyes. 

You give him one last smile before turning the doorknob, unable to break eye contact with him. Before you could enter your house though, Elise rolls down her window from the back seat and shouts at the top of her lungs. 

“Goodnight Mommy!”

Your face snaps towards her, jaw unhinge and remains gaping open at her outburst. You turn to look at Morpheus, shock still evident on your face and you are greeted with a similar expression. His shoulders raised and stiff and if he were to open his eyes anymore, they might as well have popped out of his sockets.

“Elise!” He hollered from your doorstep. “I’m so sorry.” He quickly apologizes before briskly walking down the long driveway. 

Elise giggles from her backseat and the light heart sound fades as she rolls up her window again. Morpheus stares at her through the tinted backseat window before sighing and climbing into the driver’s seat. He gives a small awkward wave before leaving your driveway for the night. 

Somewhere along the year that you had known the two, you had caught feelings for the tall brooding act. But, love is difficult and while you love the both of them dearly, it is not his love to accept if he didn’t want it. You wouldn’t blame Morpheus for not being ready for that type of relationship, even if his daughter were to think differently. You overthought to the brink of exhaustion, but time waits for no one. You had rent to pay and customers to serve. 

A couple of weeks after, it was dead again. Just one customer sitting in your section, their refilled drink in your hands. The cool night air blasted through the front door and your heart clenched in your chest when you saw the new customers. Elise stands behind Morpheus, hand holding onto his much larger one. 

When she sets her eyes on you, her eyes glimmer in excitement.

“Hi, Mommy!” She giggles and runs towards you, hugging you around your legs. 

From your peripheral, you see Morpheus sigh and your heart sinks. You adore this child, but at the end of the day, she’s not yours to adore. Your smile drops slightly at the realization. 

“I thought your dad told you not to call me that?” You say to her jokingly, even if, to you, it was no joking matter.

“Well, my daddy says that if I dream hard enough, you will become my mommy.” She states, matter of factly. Her hands release from your legs and prop themselves on her hips. She looks up at you with adoration fit for a king and a toothy smile full of braces. The confession takes the breath out of you and gives you a breath of relief in the next inhale. 

“Is that so?” With a smile, you quirk up an eyebrow and look past her small figure on Morpheus. Blush looks great on his skin, you think to yourself when you see the blood creep up his neck and over his cheeks. 

He avoids your gaze, instead finding fascination in his not-so-new shoes. Wow, they sure look like shoes tonight, he thinks to himself as he puckers his lips in deep thought. You smile at the sight, of a large daunting man turned into almost nothing by his daughter’s comment. 

You seat the two and go about your job for the rest of the night. When Morpheus was ready to leave you bring his check to him and he pulls you aside. 

“Do you have time this weekend?” He asks while taking out his credit card. 

“Yeah, I do actually. My friend canceled at the last minute on some plans we had, why?” You ask back. 

Before Morpheus could respond, Elise pops into your field of view. She stands on the booth, hands propping on the table almost spilling over her kid’s cup of lemonade. 

“Daddy has to go to a… um, conserferants. He’s going to teach other doctors about something he learned!” 

“Yes, that,” Morpheus confirms. “I will be gone for the weekend and will not return until late. Elise wants to know if you would be willing to babysit her?” 

You look between the two, Elise giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster - and it was working. 

“I will pay you, of course,” Morphes quickly adds when you don’t answer immediately. 

“Please, pleeeease?” Elise asks, she goes in for another hug, arms wrapping around your chest at her new given height, and looks at you again with a pout. “Please?”

“Oh, alright,” You can’t say no to her. Squeals fall out of her mouth as she jumps on the booth, the cheap springs squeaking underneath. 

“Here,” Morpheus says handing you a napkin with his home address on it and after a few more exchanges of pleasantries, the two were on their way. You were to be at Morpheus’s house on Friday at 3:00 PM. 

The rest of the week goes by fast, each day that brings you closer to seeing Elise again and taking care of her for the weekend has your heart pounding in your chest. What if you set the house on fire? What if you accidentally serve her a knife in her sandwich or something? These thoughts follow you until you find yourself standing on the doorstep of Morpheus’ house and a trembling finger presses the doorbell. 

When the door opens to tall, dark, and mysterious, it is quickly subdued with the aggressive cawing of a raven. Its black wings spread as it flies onto Morpheus’ shoulder and caws at you again. Confusion clouds your mind for a moment before you remember about the pet raven he mentioned a few months ago. 

“Matthew, right?” You smile and give a small wave to the bird. 

Morpheus sighs and nods. “Yes, but you need not worry about him. He will be coming with me.” 

“I’m Matthew!” It caws and your eyes go wide.

“He talks?” You unapologetically point at the bird as it stares at you with a turned head. 

“Ravens raised in captivity can learn to imitate human voices, yes. Though, I would not go as far as to brag about talking. More like… mocking.” 

He stands to the side and allows you inside. Morpheus’ house was, well, the best way to explain it was an organized chaos. Toys were everywhere, breakfast plates were still on the dining room table, and Matthew’s enrichment toys were in places you never thought a bird could drop things. That being said, the hallways were clean, the house smelled of fresh air, and the interior decoration was deliberately placed. 

Morpheus gives you a quick tour of his house, the first stop being the kitchen, everything has a place and everything is in place. The fridge and pantry were both stocked and you could immediately think of a few easy recipes to cook for you and Elise for the next few days. Next was the joined sun room, and you stared in awe at beautifully displayed stained glass. It shined a rainbow of colors over the entire wooden room. Ivy plants swung from the ceiling and sunlight covered floor-to-ceiling bookshelves in a coat of warmth. 

The rest of the tour was simple, Elise’s room which was an explosion of pink and ocean blue with Barbies and legos on the floor, and lastly Morpheus’ room. 

“You are permitted to stay in my room.” He says as he enters the space with you following closely behind. The entire room was based around a midnight blue color which you found comforting. It was neat, unlike a certain daughter’s, and has a lone suitcase sitting on the bed, already packed and ready to go. 

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly,” You’re quick to interject. The king-sized bed and soft duvet call your name, but it felt personal. And are you that personal with Morpheus yet? 

“I insist,” He says, hand on his suitcase and Matthew swoops down to stand on the box instead.

“No, really, I can sleep on the couch or-”

“I insist,” He repeats and it didn’t seem like much of a choice. 

“Fine, you’re very persuasive, you know?” You joke and you see his lips twitch into a smile for a moment. 

The squealing of rusty wheels and then the collective commotion of children stop your tour a bit short and the front door bursts open to giggles. You knew that laugh like the back of your hand, and you both went into the living room to greet Elise. 

“Daddy! You’re still here!” She exclaims and throws her backpack onto the couch, the shimmering glitter of princesses catching briefly on the sunlight from the large windows. 

Her hands reach up and does a grabbing motion to which Morpheus picks her up and props her on his hip. It doesn’t last long as she soon lands her eyes on you. 

“Mommy!” She squeals in excitement and starts squirming in her dad’s arms until he relinquishes her.

She barrels her way towards you and launches herself into you, giving you no choice but to grab and pick her up so she doesn’t slam into you. She’s soon holding on to your neck as you hold her and your smile grows bigger. 

“Elise,” Morpheus warns and at his sudden shift of tone, Elise buries her head into your neck, knowing that she got in trouble again for calling you that. The mood of the house sudden brought down and seemingly so did the temperature. 

You hold onto her tighter as Morpheus’ frown deepens. “Elise,” He calls out again, this time his arms folded over each other. “We’ve talked about this.”

“La, la, la, I can’t hear you,” She murmurs into your neck, holding on tighter to you. 

Morpheus sighs and comes closer, placing a hand over her back, and starts rubbing smooth circles. Wetness soon coats your skin as you realize that Elise has started crying. Her trembling shoulders and hiccups were soon to follow and you and Morpheus shared a concerned look. 

“I want a mommy,” She chokes into your shirt. “She’s my mommy…” 

Morpheus and you share a look again. His face was apologetic and worried at his daughter’s sudden confession. Children have no filter and what they say is what they mean. How can you leave her like this when she so clearly expresses what she wants?

“Okay, Elise,” You soothe as you pet her hair. “Let’s say goodbye to Daddy first and then we can grab a snack.” 

Elise peaks out from the little hidey-hole of your neck and gives a small wave to her dad which he reciprocates. Morpheus leans in close to the point where you can smell his subtle cologne and aftershave and he gives a quick peck to Elise’s hairline. 

“Be good, Elise. I’ll be back in a few days.” He says and brushes her hair away from her face to reveal red eyes and a runny nose. 

“Bye Daddy,” She says back but doesn’t find the courage to meet his eyes. 

He sighs again before going into his room to grab his suitcase. You follow him to the door, Elise still latched onto you, but now her breaths have evened out. 

Morpheus looks back when he’s just outside the door, storm clouds are rolling in and you can smell the petrichor in the late spring winds. He gives you another look of concern to which you simply nod in understanding. Matthew caws impatiently as large drops of rain start to make their descent. 

“We’ll be fine,” You say as an unconscious hand wraps around Elise again.

Silence is shared between you two, an understanding that there is going to be a heavy topic to talk about when he returns. Until then, Morpheus comes closer and wraps his long arms around the both of you and you stand there stiff. You feel the warmth of his lips press to your cheek before he pulls away. 

He doesn’t explain and instead turns away quickly to get into his car, leaving behind the shocked look on your face. The two of you stand at the entrance as you watch him pull out of his driveway. Elise waves a small hand goodbye as he disappears down the street in fog and rain. 

When Elise sees the last glimpse of her father’s car leaving the horizon she slides off of you and walks to the kitchen. She sits patiently at the kitchen table when you find her again. 

“Can I have a snack?” She asks and swings her legs back and forth. 

The sudden change in her emotions gives you a bit of a whiplash but did as she asks and made her a small snack. After which you clean up the kitchen a bit while she munches away. When she was done, she asks for some help on her weekend homework which you didn’t help much, just guided her back to the paper when her thoughts started to wander. After homework was a simple dinner of chicken parmesan and then you sent Elise off to shower. 

The rain still hadn’t let up and continues to pelt down in harsh drops against the roof. The longer it goes on the more you grow anxious. You never did well in thunderstorms, rainstorms were fine, but as soon as you heard that boom of thunder, you were nothing but a child again, hiding underneath your bed. The monsters under the bed were less scary than the bright flash of light across the sky. 

When Elise comes back out to the common areas after her shower, freshly scented with bubblegum body wash, she finds you in the sunroom. The once cozy space grew cold when the weather changed. You huddled yourself against the corner and stare out the window, absentmindedly looking at the wildflowers that grew in their backyard. Thoughts cloud your mind just like the weather outside, and just like the rain slamming against the glass, you were beating yourself over.

Morpheus seems adamant about not letting Elise call you her mother, so that means he must not want you to be her mother. Your feelings for him had bloomed into something more over the months that you had known him. You subconsciously began chewing on your nails, some odd habit that you still haven’t broken since your high school years. 

Maybe, it would be best for you to stop being friends with Morpheus. You could never ask him to make that kind of decision and instead make that decision for him. It would be easier for both of you, you told yourself - lied to yourself if you wanted to be honest. 

The tugging motion on your shirt pulls you out of your thoughts. Elise stares at you, hair still wet from her shower, and now cozy in her pajamas. 

“What are you thinking about?” She asks you and climbs into your lap. 

Your hand goes to her back to support her as she makes herself at home. 

“Adult things,” You reply vaguely, hoping that she takes the answer. She doesn’t, because of cause she doesn’t. Elise is too bright for her age.

“Is it about how daddy doesn’t like it when I call you mommy?” She questions.

A sharp inhale comes into your lungs as you stare at her. After a few silent seconds, you respond simply. “Yeah.”

A few more seconds go by.

“Do you… want to be my mommy?” She asks again.

“...Yeah, but I don’t think your dad would allow it.” You confess to her. Guilt clouds you, someone as small as her shouldn’t be in the middle of all of this. 

“I want you to be my mommy, too.” She yawns this time and her eyes begin to droop. She leans her head against your chest and her breath starts to slow. 

“I know,” You whisper and when you look at her again, her eyes are closed. You kiss her on her forehead and pet her hair. A sigh leaves you again, decisions, decisions. 

Picking up Elise carefully to not wake her, you make your way to her room and set her carefully in her bed. You tuck her in, extra tight, and turn to leave her room. 

“Mommy,” She calls out groggily.

“Yes?” You say as you turn your attention back to her, kneeling so that you are on the same level as her. 

“I think,” She yawns again. “I think daddy thinks he doesn’t deserve to have a mommy… after what happened to my brother. I think he thinks he did something bad, so he can’t have something good again.” 

Yeah, she’s too bright for her age. 

“Let’s not think about it anymore tonight,” You conclude the conversation with another forehead kiss and she falls back asleep. With one last look at her sleeping form, you leave the room, leaving the door slightly cracked, just in case. 

Your shower was just how you liked it, but your thoughts come back to haunt you in the quiet house. The thoughts follow you, nagging you, as you unpacked your clothes and stacked them on top of Morpheus’s drawer. It still hasn’t left you alone when you changed into your sleepwear and did your face routine. 

You stare at the large empty bed and sigh. It was still relatively early, only 10:00 PM, yet your bones were tired and even though Morpheus said you could use his bed, it still felt wrong. The couch was just fine, but who were you kidding? You climb into the bed and pull the blanket up to your chin. 

The bed smelled like him, the pillows smelled like him, and everything reminded you of him. Perhaps this was a mistake. Oh, but the bed was so comfortable and the rhythmic splattering of the rain lulls you to sleep before you even knew it. 

You wake up to a phone call, and the blinding light makes you squint at the notification. Morpheus was calling and your heart rate skyrockets. You answer and put the phone to your ear. 

“Hello?” You greet and even you can hear the grogginess of your voice. It made you cringe for some reason. 

“How are my girls?” He responds.

Morpheus’ voice is something else and it makes you giddy. It certainly made you feel like a teenage girl again, wanting to kick your feet and scream while running around the house. His voice was somehow better over the phone. Tired, low, and seductive almost - you could fall back asleep to it. 

“We’re doing good,” You start. “Elise has been asleep, homework’s done and all that.” You update him. “How’s your conference?”

“It’s tomorrow, so I can’t say yet.”

“Mhmm,” You reply and you feel sleep tugging at your eyes again. 

Morpheus keeps talking about his day, something about giving Matthew to another friend to look after and the drive to the next few towns over. The words go through your ears on one side and out the other as his voice lulls you to sleep. 

“Are you asleep?” You hear him say from far away. You don’t have the energy to respond. A few seconds later, on the verge of consciousness, you hear his voice again. 

“Goodnight, my dove.”

The three-tone dial is the last thing you hear before you finally release the last of your waking hours. 

The next day, the rain still hadn’t let up and you ended up driving your car into the garage so as to not have any damage done to it. Elise was bummed out as she was supposed to go to the local park with her friends from school, but for obvious reasons, it was canceled. The two of you ended up making a pillow fort in the living room and watching Barbie movies for the rest of the day. It was low maintenance and cozy and everything you’ve ever wanted, not that it would have been much different if you were home by yourself instead. 

Elise hadn’t brought up the conversation you two had last night and you were grateful for it. The insights that the kid’s little brain could understand were astounding to you. She spends the day glued to your side while singing along to the movie’s songs and eventually falls asleep mid-movie with a cold popcorn bowl in her lap. 

You carry her back into her bed just like the night before. This time watching her sleeping form for a little while longer. After which you went back to the living room to clean up. There was a tough teriyaki sauce stain that was stained onto one of the blankets in the pillow fort that you ended up just throwing into the laundry instead of trying to spot clean. While the laundry runs, you put away leftovers and cleaned up the dishes. 

After the chores are done, you find yourself in the sunroom again, finding it ironic that the two times you have used it were when the sun was away. You run your hands across the spines of the many books that Morpheus kept. Many of them were scientific journals on the mind as you would expect regarding his job. A few were fairytales for Elise and a few seemed to be picked up from local libraries or garage sales. 

You select one from random, a short novel about a princess who sets out on a quest against the Greek gods to find her missing brother. An easy enough read for tonight, you think to yourself. You find annotations from handwriting that you didn’t recognize as Elise’s or Morpheus’ and come to the conclusion that it must’ve been his ex-wife’s. A bittersweet conclusion that he kept her books all this time.

Her handwriting was beautiful and so were her thoughts. They were eye-opening, sweet, and romantic, and through her annotations, you come to love her as well. If it were a different world, you would’ve loved being her friend. 

You are on the last few chapters of the book when your eyes became droopy. You set down the book, hoping to pick it up again tomorrow morning, and head to take your shower. The warmth of the shower only solidifies your tiredness and was a great way to relax your muscles before you grudgingly climb into bed, hair still damp as it hit the pillow. 

Everything about you was tired, but that damn rainstorm just had to test its luck and turn into a thunderstorm. You lay on your side, paralyzed, pulling the blanket as high as it can over your chin without suffocating you and squeeze your eyes tight. You imagine the blanket was the arms of your deceased mother hugging you again. You think of summertime by the lakeside, flowers blooming and butterflies flying. Your father is fishing on his small boat and is trying to catch something fresh for dinner. You think of your mother in the lakeside cabin making freshly baked bread and your breathing slows. You could relive this moment every day if it only allowed you. 

You’re playing with the weeds that grow by the stairs of the cabin porch, ripping at them and releasing the earthy scent, throwing them off into the lawn when you were successful. Your palms had several thin cuts from stubborn weeds that didn’t want to be uprooted. 

The smell of rain is heavy in the air as the temperature cools drastically and storm clouds roll in. Your father tries one more time to catch something and lightning cracks amongst the horizon. The wind picks up and creates aggressive currents along the lake, rocking his boat back and forth. You hear your mother shouting at you to get inside the house as cold, fat drops of rain pierce your skin. But your eyes don’t leave your father’s boat and soon your mother joins you on the porch, hand shielding her eyes to look out. 

Lightning strikes the lake, blinding you, your mother screams and thunder booms and hearing is lost. One moment your father is on the lake and the next he isn’t. The boat is on its side before the water fills it and drowns it, too. 

Your mother moves past you in a blur and you follow quickly. The rainwater mixes with your tears, hot and cold, running down your cheeks. You scream for your father, choking as the water comes into your airway instead. Is this what your father felt as he drowned? All you saw was your mother, in her perfect summer dress that stuck to her figure double over on the dock as she screamed, the rain drowning away all of her grief. 

A terrifying boom jolts you awake into a sitting position, your heart pumping at a mile a minute. You feel sweat coat along your browline as you lay back down, the back of your hand over your forehead. You hadn’t had that dream, or more accurately, that memory in a long time. You find the courage to get up and head to the connected bathroom to splash your face with some cold water in hopes of calming yourself down. 

You are so consumed by your own thoughts, that you don’t see the tall figure standing in the middle of the bedroom. A scream crawls up your throat before another lightning bolt lights up the room, making you jump as the thunder follows. You could recognize the disheveled hair anywhere. His confused face relaxes as he realizes that you are still here. 

You swallow some air, pushing your own feelings aside for a moment. “What are you doing back so early?”

“We were sent home early in regards to the storm. It would have been too dangerous to travel the next day,” Morpheus explains. On cue, another crack of lightning follows his words. 

“Well, welcome home,” You say, hospitality gone from your system at the late hour. You grab a pillow from the bed and head out the door. 

“Where are you escaping to?” He asks.

You quirk an eyebrow, not entirely understanding the question. “The couch?” You answer with a question as if it should be obvious. He’s home so he should be using his bed. 

You think you see his jaw tick at your answer but you’re not sure due to the dark. Another strike of lightning had you stiffen and you walk out of the room without another word. You managed to lay back down with a throw blanket that was in a basket near the couch and cuddle with yourself as much as you could. The blanket didn’t provide as much warmth or heaviness as the comforter did. 

You toss and turn back and forth but no matter how you position yourself, tiredness nor comfort found you. The thunderstorm had gotten worse and after much debate with yourself, you give in with a huff. You grab the pillow and hug it to your stomach as you stand and make your way to Morpheus’ room. 

You give a quiet knock and open the door, feeling almost childish at how you are going about this. You should have gotten over your fear a long time ago and yet here you were, standing vulnerable in your pajamas, staring at Morpheus as he sits up in his bed.

Your mouth opens but the words don’t come out. They’re lodged in your throat at what they’re about to say. Before you can find the courage to do so, Morpheus speaks for you.

“Are you afraid of the thunder?” He asks. 

You nod your head yes, and the grip on the pillow increases. 

“Do you want to spend the night with me?”

You nod again. 

He lifts the blanket on his side that you took the pillow from and you slip in. Warmth envelopes you immediately and you let go of a restrained breath. You turn to him and whisper your thanks as you face each other, your body deflating as stress leaves it. Silence fills the air and awkwardness follows after. Sleep is on the back of your mind and it tugs hard for rest. Your fear gets the better of you and you’re left lying awake, looking at Morpheus’ sleeping forming. His breath is rhythmic and his face is peaceful. A deafening boom of thunder jolts you and a small shriek leaves your lips. Unconsciously you snuggle closer to Morpheus and his eyes snap open. 

He feels you shaking and wraps a protective arm around your figure, one hand snaking under your neck to wrap itself around your head. He brings you closer to him as if shielding you from the raging thunderstorm outside. 

“Shhh,” He hushes as the rain pelts against the windows. “I am here.”

Your fingers are clutched to his shirt, knuckles white when he speaks to you. At another crack of lightning, you pull yourself closer to him, bracing yourself for the boom of thunder that follows. His hands cover your ears and you feel the sting of tears threatening to fall. The rain continues and after a few long minutes of only rain, you relax again. You lay in the comforts of his arms as you realize the thunder had stopped. Sleep pulls at your eyelids again and with a hiccuped breath you close your eyes. 

Morpheus’ cheat rises as he inhales before he speaks. 

“I am consumed by thoughts of you,” he confesses in the dark light of the night. Lighting cracks far away and you almost miss the confession. Is he trying to distract you? The thunder that follows isn’t as loud as your beating heart. 

He lays still with you over his chest and you hear the way his heartbeat accelerates. When the words finally, finally, register in your head you perk up and look at him. 

He opens his eyes and tears form along the bottom. “I cannot deny it anymore. Everything of me is filled with you. Your laughter, your scent, your voice. It has filled the crevices of my heart and healed the wounds of the past.”

You whisper his name, nothing else comes to mind for his confession. You sit up now and he follows after with his legs on either side of you. You cannot bear to look him in the eyes, his love for you is too strong to face head-on in the middle of the night. His fingers run across your back and you can’t deny the goosebumps that follow after. 

You feel his lips, just as warm as the first time, on your shoulders and he leans into you. He peppers kisses up your shoulder to your neck and you lean your head away to give him room. His arms snake around your waist again to hold you still, feeling the leftover tremors from the passing storm. 

“Tell me to stop and I will stop,” He promises in a whisper in your ear. 

His voice, oh so heavenly, has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “No, don’t stop,” You assure breathlessly. His hands slip under the thin fabric of your shirt and move upward, fingers featherlight and ticklish. Heat shoot straight to your cunt at his administration and your nipples perk as he runs a cold finger over them. His other hand travels lower and brushes against the rim of your shorts. 

He stops, only to continue when you whine in rebuttal and grind your ass into his front, feeling the heat and hardness of his arousal. Your heat clashes with his cold fingers as he runs them along the length of your slit. A moan escapes you at the feeling, it’s been too long since you last had a good sexual experience and your fingers are just not the same. 

His fingers part your lower lips and another runs circles around your clit. You clench around nothing, head thrown back and leaning against his shoulder as he continues. He’s stopped kissing you now, just watching your expressions trying to figure out what you enjoyed most. 

You needed more, something, anything. Before you could ask for it, he sinks a long finger in and your mouth falls lack. His hand comes to cover your mouth, muffling the wanton moans that fall out shamelessly.

“Shhh,” He hushes against your ear, sending shivers through your body again. You feel his teeth nibble at the shell of your ear, something so simple, and yet it felt so perfect. 

You feel his lips tug into a smile as your cunt clenches around his finger, to which he adds another, moving them in and out, in and out. His pace was calm, and collected, but you’re greedy. You want to bargain with him, another finger? His mouth on your cunt? How about a little bit of everything?

“Do you want more?” He asks, his voice low in timbre like the faraway thunder that rumbles. 

You nod, a small squeal leaving your lips as his fingers push up into your G-spot. You hear him groan behind you when your tongue darts out to lick his fingers that cover your mouth. He nips at the junction of your neck before he backs away. 

“Turn around for me, dove,” He directs you with a hand. 

You find yourself on your knees and you want to place your head back down on the pillows but Morpheus stops you.

“No.” He holds you up, his body flushed against your back. “Like this,” He pulls you up and holds your hand on the headboard, his fingers intertwining with yours as he keeps you there. 

His lips follow your spine, kissing down, inch by inch. His hands leave you and go to pull down your pajama pants, leaving the heat of your core bare to the cold late-night air. Your back arches as his fingers find themselves into your cunt again and you feel the wetness of your pleasure dripping down the back of your thighs. The rapture feeling makes your head dip down, but you don’t dare to let go of the headboard as Morpheus had instructed. 

Morpheus’ hand comes around your mouth again when your moans grow louder, your eyes roll to the back of your head as his fingers grow slicker and faster. You find yourself at the brink of your orgasm, cunt spasming as you clench on his fingers and your fingers gripping hard on the headboard, knuckles white, and head thrown back. Morpheus’ hand leaves your lips and gently wraps themselves across your throat, gently restricting the air that you want to breathe. White and blinding lights flash across the back of your eyelids as the searing pleasure of your orgasm shakes through your core. His fingers slow down as he helps you ride through your orgasm, leaving you panting and spent. 

You feel his lips against your ears again, whispering sweet nothings to bring you back down to earth. Your teeth are still buzzing from the orgasm when you feel something hot and hard press against your entrance. He presses forward and you feel the pressure of it, but he doesn’t enter, not yet. You’re shaking your head no, mumbling for recovery from your previous orgasm. 

“I can’t, not yet. I can’t,” You plea between pants. 

“Yes, you can, darling. I know you can,” Morpheus says. He runs the pad of his finger down your spine, making your ass perk up higher into the air from the sensation of it. “Yes. Just like that,” His praise continues. 

He sinks into you and the stretch is foreign. He’s girthy, bigger than you have taken before, but it’s not too uncomfortable. He has you panting without him even starting to move. He stays still as you squeeze your cunt around him and you’re further spurred on by his groans. Morpheus silences himself by pressing his lips to the nape of your neck, fingers intertwining with yours again on the headboard. His brows furrowed in concentration to give you time to adjust to him, but it’s hard, especially when you keep sucking him in like that. 

Morpheus only starts to move when you push back against him, taking him in another inch. 

“Fuck,” You hear him murmur in between your shoulder blades. One simple word and he has you palpable and jelly-like in his hands. 

Morpheus starts his thrusts slow, but much like how he loves, they soon become more - harder, better. Your moans go from soft to loud to muffled until he’s inserting himself over and over with such force that you’re left soundless. His power of his thrusts makes your shirt rise up until it just barely covers your breasts and the spaghetti straps fall from your shoulders. He snakes one of his hands down the sweat-dewed skin of your stomach and makes contact with your enlarged clit. 

He moans into your ear, unembarrassed when your cunt clenches harder around him when the finger pushes onto your clit. He starts to move the finger in slow circles around the nerves and your thighs start to shake. The rest of your body grows taught as his finger and cock slowly brings you to your second orgasm. 

Your mouth remains open, whines and whimpers falling out, Morpheus had long given up on keeping you quiet and only the brief remembrance that Elise was just down the hall make you bite your lips to silence yourself. Your orgasm was there again, just a little bit more and you’ll feel euphoria again. But no matter how much Morpheus keeps thrusting into you, you don’t get any closer. 

“Come for me,” He growls into your ear. 

“I can’t!” You whine out. You’re trying! Can’t he see that? You want it just as bad. 

“Yes, you can,” He huffs. His sucks a hickie on the peak of your shoulder blade and presses harder onto your clit. 

“Now,” He commands and you do. 

The snap was instantaneous and you taste blood on your tongue as your lip breaks open from the force of your bite. You feel each pulse of your orgasm rippling through you and then the sudden loss of Morpheus within you. You push your ass back into him, hoping to take him back into you. His cock instead rests between your ass checks when you feel the hot splurge of his cum splatter onto your back and the sound of your shared pants. 

You’re not entirely sure how long the high of your orgasm lasts but you come back to you laying on Morpheus’ chest except this time completely naked. 

“Did that really just happen?” You ask as sleep tugs on your eyes for the third time that night. The thunderstorm was long gone, and soft rain concludes the weekend long storm. 

A soft chuckle leaves Morpheus’ lips and it shakes your head. “Yes.” 

“What does this mean for us? For Elise?”

It takes a moment for Morpheus to answer and you think you fell back asleep. 

“It means that we can be a family, shall you want it,” Morpheus says. 

“That sounds perfect,” You smile and you know Morpheus could feel it on his chest when you do because when he speaks next, the happiness in his voice is genuine. 

“Then how about a date tomorrow, my love?”

Ngl, this was so fun to write you guys. Thank you to [redacted] on hmmm, "helping" me with the smut inspiration. If only you knew this blog existed.

Working on a couple more fics! 26 Ways of Taking You is basically going to be my own version of the NSFW Alphabet so they'll be short, porn no plot fics with our lovely Endless.

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♡ Yours, Layla

[eldritch-spouse]

https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/711450406570573824/imaging-a-baby-mushroom-rolling-around-so-cute

Imagine morell’s and his s/o’s kid just losing their little mind after realizing their mamma isn’t a mushroom like them

Kid: mamma what’s wrong with your cap

S/o: I don’t have a cap baby

Kid: but all mushrooms have a cap

Morell: your mamma’s not a mushroom kid

Kid: 😟…what

Maybe getting a haircut before having this conversation wasn't such a good idea, if your kid's recent distressed wailing was anything to go by.

Your poor little troublemaker, blessed with daddy's fat cap yet distinctly humanoid facial features, looks between you and Morell like the most disturbing news have just been revealed. They wipe their own tears now that they know mommy's not dying.

The shroom-hybrid reaches up on the couch, standing on short chubby little legs to gently, very cautiously, grab a piece of your freshly styled hair, stroking it in the same way you'd pet a frightened animal.

The gears in that tiny mushy brain start kicking and they take a few horrified steps back, quickly walking towards daddy.

They look at you anxiously, then huddle closer to Morell, who has crouched to reach them more easily. They then strain to reach their father's face and start whisper-screaming in a way only a child would believe is effectively sneaky.

" ... Why's mama not a mushroom? "

Morell starts holding in laughter.

" 'Cause daddy fell in love with a human, baby. "

You pay attention to the conversation. Specifically the way Morell refers to you as a human in this occasion, not a piggy or a piglet. Different meanings entirely, already creating the distinction in your child's mind that some humans are food, and others are to be loved, like mommy.

" Buh... But- "

" Mama's head has this thing called hair, baby, an' it's all pretty an' soft, right? " He pets the kid's cap comfortingly.

" Uhuh. " They nod.

" Well, it ain't like what we got. Ya can cut it jus' fine, it don' even hurt. "

The hybrid looks at you again, squints, puzzling it out. Finally, they reach a conclusion.

" So mommy's super strong!! "

Not the brightest conclusion, but who are you to kill the stars in their eyes?

" N-No sweetie, mama- " Morell tries, but it's in vain, the kid is already hyped up about the news and is racing to the middle of the living room.

" Mommy's SO STRONG! " They prepare to roll up. " Her cap- She doesn't NEED a cap! "

You and Morell watch, dumbfounded, as they go off rolling around the house, each bump followed by giggling.

[stupidlypregnant]

Hi, you can call me bunny 💞

I'm a - mostly, not exclusively - submissive ftm trans boy (top surgery, on t, still have a boypussy) and I'm looking for a dom that fills up my empty tummy with lots of baby bunnies. I'll be good for you, promise!

My main kinks are pregnancy and labor - the harder the better. Please make me uncomfortable, make me struggle. Birth denial is my biggest turn on 🥺

I am a man. If you're not into men, don't text me. When you talk about my body it's cock, dick, boypussy, pussy, chest and nipples. Nothing else.

Kinks: mild pet play (bunny, maybe puppy), cum control and edging, praise and humiliation, ownership, daddy/sir/mommy kink, cockwarming, breeding, stuffing/overindulgence (no weight gain, no food kink etc.), crossdressing and lingerie, choking, public stuff, kidnapping, multiples pregnancy (4 babies max.), big pregnant belly, belly rubs/massages, egg pregnancy (normal sized eggs), mild torture, mild belly abuse, lactation, being (long) overdue, contractions, labor, sexual stuff during labor, giving birth (until it gets graphic, for me the fun is over when the head starts coming out), birth denial (labor suppressants, holding in, corruption, plugging etc.) ...

Not for me/limits: minors, rape, toilet stuff (I like constipation in the right setting, mainly because of the full, tight belly and desperation but I'm not into scat, also like holding pee, teasing the bladder from outside but I'm not into piss), vomit/nausea, medical stuff, early stages of pregnancy, extreme hyperpreg, rapid or magical pregnancy, unusual weight gain, feeding, unusual big babies, vore, unbirth, furries, monsters, aliens (unless they're very human-like), death, blood and gore, fantasy, fluff, lovey dovey happy stuff, being called mama or daddy or something like that, I don't wanna be a parent or talk about the babies after they're out, didn't think I had to add this but - NO NUDES without my consent.

I am obviously pro-choice, if you're not - leave. I'm not into babies or fetuses or whatever people may think, if you are - leave. I'm also not into sexualizing real pregnant or birthing people here - because I'd find that scary as fuck, seeing my face or worse the face of my child on a blog like this.

My DM's and asks are open, please tell me what you wanna do to me 💖 It doesn't seem like it as I use this blog as an outlet for my submissive side but sometimes I like to dom/top too! I always say I'm mostly gay but I like girls too, especially dominant ones. Roleplay only in form of horny chatting atm, love to exchange thoughts too (English isn't my first language, I'm trying my best!). Don't forget that I'm a person under all of that and I like to be treated as such.

My own stuff is tagged as #bunnyboywrites

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Othello’s Experiment

Pairing: Othello x Fem! Pregnant! Reader.

Summary: Othello's latest obsession is pregnancy and all the symptoms that come with it. You've so generously agreed to help him in his little experiment for his research.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Pregnancy, Breeding kink, Creampie, Sex experiment, Crying during sex, Othello likes to see you cry, Mommy kink(?), Recording sex, Dumbification.

Writing Time: 20 minutes.

Word Count: 353.

Format: Kinktober Imagine, Day 27.

A/N:

I love Othello so much. I really want to write more for him. Enjoy!

Here is my other Kinktober 2023 works.

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Imagine being Othello's little lab experiment. And all he wants to study as of recently, is pregnancy and baby making.

He wants to know the ins and outs of both a successful and unsuccessful conception of a half human and half reaper child.

And forunately, he had you to help him find out.

Your days have become meaningless, when Othello didn't come over to raw fuck you into the abbess. It had become your obsession now.

Of course he'd also record his little experiments. And watch his tapes back to learn more, for research purposes of course.

He'd love to hear you mewl and shake as he pushed his cum further into you, after fucking you completely senseless. You couldn't even form proper sentences at this point or hear his slow quiet whispers.

"Such a good little girl for me... letting me have you like this..."

"I'm gonna to fuck a baby into you, sweet girl, and you're gonna love it..."

"You're gonna love being a Mommy to our child, aren't you pet?"

And he wouldn't stop at just one. He'd give you as many babies as he wanted. Othello knew you'd love every single one of them, they came from him so of course you'd love them.

Once you get pregnant, you'd beg him to continue shagging you anyway. And Othello would gladly do, it benefit his research to keep you happy.

And of course there's no denying he loved to destroy you and reducing you to tears with his cock.

His research was beneficial to both of you, in both similar and different ways.

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

being an unassuming and reverent human servant of an elder dragoness who calls me her "child", "dear", and "young one"... fighting back the urge to dominate her into my pet behind closed doors.

OR: freaky young adult (nb) human servant who is bubbly outside but sadist inside x GILF dragon mommy-mistress who is surprisingly vanilla for her age and will be delightfully surprised to find out what a "strap-on" is the moment she gets her ancient pussy railed by the person she least expects to see her in a carnal way

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[eldritcmor]

More incorrect quotes

Gaz: *over coms* Cornfield cornfield cornfield. Storm getting yeeted into the sky. Cornfield cornfield. Hey look! More cornfield!

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Price: Has anyone seen Storm, recently?

Soap: has anyone seen the microwave recently?

*Distant explosion*

Ghost: Found them.

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*Storm dancing around the kitchen in a shark onesie with death metal blaring from their phone*

Gaz: *filming around the corner* and here we see Dad's I mean Price's favorite child

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*Storm and Soap are sparring*

Storm: oh come on, my father could at least throw a punch when he hit me. What the fuck is this shit?

Soap: *stopping immediately* your father what?!

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Storm: *petting the moss between an eldritch forest gods antlers* it's so soooft.

The god: *rumbling in contentment*

Ghost: how in the fuck?

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Storm: *pointing at soap* daddy issues make you a people pleaser. *Then to ghost* mommy issues make you well a sociopath or a psychopath. Take your pick buddy.

Ghost: thanks.

Gaz: wait what does that make you?

Storm: *proudly* absolutely fucked up

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Storm: shit fucking ass crackers!

Gaz: what did you lose?

Storm: my will to live. Also have you seen my pen?

Gaz: The one that lights up?

Storm: yup.

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*Ghost carrying Storm over his shoulder, wrapped in a blanket like a very disgruntled sack of potatoes*

Angel (thank you @kawasama): why?

Ghost: cause otherwise we would have had to use sedatives.

Storm: *angry hissing*

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Storm: *sniping to the beat of Yung gravy's oops* my ex be on some hoe shit~

Gaz: *in concern* you good?

Storm: *grinning as the target's head pops* just peachy baby.

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Storm: *dangling upside down from the claws of a 20ft tall creature made of teeth and shadows* No! Bad night god! Put me down!

The rest of TF-141: *getting ready to piss off a eldritch creature with bullets*

Night god: *pouting as it sets Storm down*

Storm: good job! *Praising and cooing to said creature* now go find the pretty bastard. *Holds up a picture of Graves*

Night god: *sniffs and takes off*

TF-141: *concerned and scared* what did you do?

Storm: solved a problem.

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Storm: *being hugged by soap*

Soap: aw, who's getting used to human contact.

Storm: *angry hissing noises as they try to escape*

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Storm: *being carried over Ghost's shoulder.*

Soap: *being dragged by storm by his tactical vest*

Gaz: *being dragged by soap also by his tactical vest*

Price: oh great, it's the will fuck shit up train. In level order no less.

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Storm: *fresh out of a cold shower with a large sunburn on their back*

Soap: *Slaps the sunburn as a greeting* Ay storm!

Storm: Shit ass you sheep fucking pile of discarded cowshit.

Soap: well no need to be rude.

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Storm: *riding on König's shoulders*

Price: hey, kid. Whatcha got there?

Storm: A sad friend, can we keep him?

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Storm: *in a massive cuddle pile of their siblings(not by blood. found family), dozing happily while on leave*

Front door: *Creaks open*

Storm: *Sitting bolt right up, letting out the most heinous death rattle in warning*

TF-141: *was invited here, as they are in the states and didn't wanna be base bound* •-•

Storm: *waking up* shit!

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Price: *leading a mission brief on next target*

Laswell: *walking in, carrying storm at arms length* I think this one is yours, price.

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Storm: *chilling on the couch, jamming to music*

Ghost: *wandering by and just scoops them up like a sack of potatoes*

Storm: ope, I've been scooped. Hi ghost!

[starrclownshazbinblog]

Wanna know some Emily + Sera lore? :)

Sera:

Sera, along with Lucifer, was one of the first Angel's to ever be. Sera is "the court judge" of Heaven. If rules are to be implemented then the higher ups take it up with Sera. Sera was also there when Luicfer (renamed) was cast out. Sera was actually very upset at Luicfers betrayal. Both Sera and Luicfer wanted the humans they made to thrive. Why Luicfer betrayed the Heavens she longs to know. Sera is someone who overworks herself constantly. She's also someone who is very lonely. Hense, the creation of her beloved daughter, Emily.

Emily:

Emily is a eternal child. She's forever 13. She was created to be eternally 13 so that she'll 1. Be able to relate and care for the children she watches and 2. So she'll always have the mentality of a child. (So she'll ba able to fool and to mold into what the heaven wants.) She's takes care of the children of heaven that either don't have parents in heaven or if their parents are too busy to watch them. (This is why Isabella is under the care of Emily.)

Sera and Emily's relationship:

(You know that one tiktok audio where it's the the beginning of "I bet on losing dogs" by Mitski but it has the "Baby! My baby! *crying* My baby, my baby. Ya that's their relationship. Sera gets really upset when Emily is hurt :( )

Just like Charlie, Emily is a HUGE mommy's girl. (Not like she has a dad any way.) She inspires to be exactly like Sera and will go out of her way to be Sera's perfect daughter. Sera loves her daughter greatly. She will do ANYTHING to make sure her little girl is okay. Problem is she goes overboard sometimes.

Emily is a extremely sheltered child. She doesn't know much about Heaven and even less about Hell. All she knows is Hell is a bad place that no one wants to go to. Anything her mom tells her she believes. Sera is a parent that is unintentionally hurting her child by loving her too much.

Feel free to ask questions about them or Heaven, I have alot of ideas.

Asks are always open, art is always here, commissions are open, don't forget to pet your dog.

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

[lolasimms]

Can I request headcanons on the dynamic between Abby and Lila? I love the idea of someone big and intimidating like Abby being all sweet with a mini human

Abby + Lila Head-canons

Abby was really nervous to meet her, as she didn’t like most of her dads girlfriends and was afraid Lila would feel the same way about her.

To her surprise, they ended up getting along really well and the second time they met, Lila clung to her legs, since she was the same height as Abby’s knees.

Lila usually was independent and enjoyed walking on her own during outings but once Abby came around she insisted on sitting on her shoulders or in her arms. Whenever the three of you visited crowded locations, say farmers markets, Lila would insist that Abby carry her on her shoulders.

She loved how easily Abby could throw her up in the air whenever they played, but it always scared you to death because you thought she’d drop her. Or even worse, crush her in the process of catching her.

Sometimes she won’t let you read to her at night, insisting that Abby does, because she’s better at the voices than you are. Thats until you find out Abby had been sneaking her cookies before bed.

The two of them sometimes get lost in their own world. Abby is one of those people who really plays, meaning she’ll loose track of time when her and Lila are having too much fun. You’d once planned on going out for dinner when Lila had begged to go to the park with Abby beforehand, claiming they’d be gone for just 30 minutes. Two hours later you’d canceled the reservation when Abby had claimed they were having too much fun and honestly forgot about the dinner.

You’d never been very fond of pets, which Lila hated as she was the biggest animal lover. Any time the two of you went out and she saw a dog or a cat, she’d ask their owners if she could pet them and play with them. Luckily for her, once Abby had moved in she brought her cat Millie along with her.

Lila wasn’t aware that cats weren’t exactly like dogs, and that some of them didn’t like attention. So when she tried grabbing Millie by the stomach she ended up with a bright red scratch along her arm. After this occurrence, the once self-proclaimed animal lover wasn’t too happy with the family’s newest addition. Abby felt horrible and Lila was hysterical the entire evening. To make up for the mishap, Abby put Millie in “cat timeout” and bought Lila her favourite gelato as compensation.

Despite her intimidating size and height, Lila found that Abby was easy to break. If ever you said no to something or had a strict rule she had to follow, she’d always go to Abby knowing she’d give in. That’s exactly how the cookie fiasco had started. One night you’d baked cookies, promising Lila would have them the next day and she’d thrown a full blown tantrum. You only did this, due to the fact that by the time they’d cooled off, it was already nearing her bed time. Not satisfied with your explanation, Lila clung onto Abby the rest of the evening. She started telling Abby she was the best, trying to butter her up to get what she wanted. And who was Abby to deny the little girl of her desires especially when she gave her those sweet puppy eyes, so she snuck two cookies while you washed up and made her way up the stairs and into Lila’s room.

Everyone knew Lila was sort of an attention seeker, it’s just what being an only child entailed. So when she came home from school one day to be surprised with an ultrasound photo of her so called “baby brother” she wasn’t happy. She ignored you and refused to sit with you. Calling you “mean mommy” and asking you to get rid of the baby. Abby didn’t know what to do, and quite frankly neither did you.

Lila refused to speak to you and anytime you’d try sit next to her and talk through the issue she’d scoot closer to Abby. It had been three whole days of Lila icing you out and with your first trimester morning sickness you were starting to become upset, and this upset Abby. She finally put her foot down and sternly told Lila that her antics needed to stop. She’d explained the perks of having a new sibling, making the six year old finally come around. By day 5 Lila and Abby had made an apology card for you. ‘Sorry Mommy’ it read and all you could do was smile and laugh.

[keaganz]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest Black Friday event.

Promt: I am giving thanks /word count: 5,747 /Rating: Mature /Relationship: Steddie, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson /POV: multiple /CW: Explicit Sex, Discussions of past injuries, Scars /Tags: AU - Modern Time, Offscreen Pregnancy + Birth, Upside-Down heavily implied, Eddie Mulives Lives, Corroded Coffin, The Party, Gender bending Always a girl Steve Harrington, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Famous Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham Lives, Original Child, Hard of hearing Steve Harrington, Idiots in Love, Eddie Munson calls Steve Harrington pet names, under negotiation kinks, Dom/Sub dynamics, SoftDom Eddie munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson has a small dick, Meet & Fuck

*Disclaimer author has a concussion while writing this and has inserted a recent concert anecdote.*

🎵I'm not strong enough to stay away

Can't run from you

I just run back to you

Like a moth, I'm drawn into your flame

Say my name, but it's not the same

You look in my eyes, I'm stripped of my pride

And my soul surrenders and you bring my heart to its knees🎵

Eddie closes the lid of his laptop as he let's out a sigh. He takes out his earbuds and takes his long curly hair out of the hastily topknot holding it captive and runs his hands through his hair. He just ended an online interview with Nick Nocturnal, for his Metalcore centred YouTube channel. They had actually scheduled it to be a in person interview in Nick’s studio so they could also play together but Corroded Coffin's upcoming touring schedule had disrupted that. He hated doing online interviews, in his opinion it stripped it of the genuine human connection, but Nick was a good friend and had helped get them on the map. Now it was a good distraction, it was nearing the four year anniversary of meeting his soulmate, love of his life, his princess Leia and sadly let her slip through his fingers a mere six hours later.

The song he wrote about her had exploded on tiktok and catapulted them from the underground Metalcore scene into mainstream metal scene. Princess With a Nailbat was Corroded Coffins' first song to enter the charts and went as high as number 5. He had seen her sitting in the food court of the San Diego ComicCon, alone and watching something completely engrossed on her phone, absentmindedly eating a taco. She had been wearing a leather jacket with a white shirt under it. Her beautiful face is marred with incredibly intricate special effects makeup, making it seem like she had been in a fight recently. Her long honey brown hair pulled up in a messy high ponytail. She had tied a red bandana around her head to keep her fringe out of her eyes. A baseball bat with nails protruding from the top sat propped up on the chair next to her. He felt a bit like a stalker for just standing there watching her, but to onlookers, it just looked like he was just looking off into the hall.

He watches a group of guys pointing at her and talking amongst each other, before a guy dressed in a sheriff's outfit leaves them and walks over to her. Eddie frowns as he takes a large sip of his over priced lukewarm Coke. He figures that he's lost his shot at approaching her, he's about to turn and walk away when he notices that her body is rigid and she is doing her best to politely send the guy packing. His frown deepens as minutes pass and he still hasn't taken the hint. He thought that his days of saving lost sheep from school yard bullies was over, listen at heart he's a coward and would run than fight. While he has had a few long-term romantic partners and a notorious flirt he is by no means a player. After waiting a few more minutes, spent debating himself, he takes a deep breath and channels his stage persona.

He confidential walks over and places his cup on her food tray “ I'm so sorry it took so long Sweetheart, you won't believe how long the line for the restroom was.” He looks down at her praying she correctly reads his intentions. Their eyes meet and his smile turns from sly and slik to warm and goofy. She blinks up at him before, her eyes light up and smiles “I ate your taco though, I know how you hate soggy salad” The guy sitting across from her aggressively clears his throat and glares up at Eddie. Eddie is still recovering from snorting so hard at her ridiculous answer as he turns to him. “Oh I didn't see you there, what are you supposed to be? Paul Blart the mall cop?”. His ego inflates slightly and His heart swell when she let's out a deep belly laugh, spitting out some of his Pepsi. And boy does that sound and the thought of her sucking his straw make his dick kick in interest. If looks could kill Eddie would have dropped dead with how hard he was getting glaring at “ I should have known you would only be interested in tattooed bad boys. Don't come crying to me when he runs you through and leavers you with a child. I was just being a nice guy! And complimenting your Negan cosplay. But you're just a vapid bitch and his bat has barbed wire wrapped around it not nails.” He angrily gets up, just as Eddie is about to rip him a new one she speaks up “ I don't know who Negan is or why he has barbed wire around his bat. But my nailbat is made to kill Demogorgons and nail the balls of assholes to the floor.” If he wasn't in love before he now absolutely is and it has nothing to do with all of his blood rushing to his cock. “That’s your hint to take a fucking hike, asshole”.

Eddie had learnt that her name was Stephanie but she preferred to be called Steph or Stephie, that she was here as a chaperone, babysitter, to a group of six teens that would be going to high-school in the fall. She had just graduated from high school and worked retail with her best friend. Her telling him she knew near to nothing from ‘Goblins and Goobers’, did break his heart a little, and he had dramatically clutched his arm, saying she had killed him. Her laugh at his dramatics made it better. They spend the next few hours just talking and laughing. He daringly kisses her hand and cheek once or twice. They briefly separate when her ‘kids’ are finished with their booked activity. She gives him a napkin with her hotel and room number on it.

Eddie couldn't believe he was standing in some random hotel elevator to have a hook up with this gorgeous brunette that was way out his league. Is this how it feels to have groupies? Or in this situation be the groupie. It may have been presumptuous but he had gone out and bought a new box of condoms and a bottle of tingling lube, his uncle Wayne had made sure Eddie never forgot the saying ‘no glove no love’. Don't get him wrong Eddie would love to be a parent but not at twenty-three and not while he's not financially stable. He was still working at Starbucks, when he wasn't playing with his band. He had dreams of becoming big. He steps out of the elevator on her floor and looks at the sign to see which way to go. Back to the matter at hand, he hadn't Just gotten rubbers, he had also gotten some fancy pasta dish and some cans of coke. He had spent way too long debating himself on if bringing a wine bottle would be appropriate or not. He didn't want her to think him a creep or have nefarious intentions.

As he walks down the hallway he suddenly starts doubting himself and becomes self conscious, what if he misread the situation, what if can't get it up or worse he can't give her pleasure. Before he can fully spiral he finds himself in front of her room. He takes a few minutes to compose himself and runs his free hand through his hair, hoping he didn't mess it up before knocking. Jumps back a bit as the door gets pulled open with a lot of force “ I swear Dustin ….. this is embarrassing. Can I uh do this again?” He desperately wanted to see how far down her blush goes, his eyes snap back up to her face and smiles at her. “If it makes you feel better then sure sweetheart. But just outta curiosity what did he do and do you need me to give him a stern talking too?” He leans against the door post, in what he hopes is a seductive pose. She snorts and places her hands on her hips, he can't help his eyes flicking down to her voluptuous hips and thick thighs encased in a pair of green gym shorts. As she starts talking his eyes shoot back up to her face, both their cheeks heating up. “Just give me a minute and ..yeah.. just “ Eddie steps back as she closes the door.

He checks his phone as it pinged, he looks up and nearly drops his phone as Steph opens the door again. Gone are her gym shorts and baggy shirt, she's now draped in fluffy white robe. She tied the sash tightly around her waist, emphasising her hips and thighs, and causing the fabric to stretch and drape around her full breasts. The way it drapes open, he can clearly see she isn't wearing a bar, he can't help swallowing the drool pooling in his mouth or his suddenly too tight pants. “ Hi, can I help you?” He fumbles over his words before managing to get out a somewhat coherent sentence “I .. uh … brought pasta?” He pathetically holds up his plastic bag. Her eyes light up as she laughs. “I guess dessert can wait” she turns around and walks into the room. He lets his eyes roam down her back, to her ample bubble butt and down her legs. As he steps inside the room, pulling the door closed behind him he sees lage gnarly scar on the back of her lower left thigh. “Sweetheart, did you get that in the mall fire?” She turns to look at him as she makes space on the small table in the corner. The movement makes her robe fall more open, baring her breasts to him. He can feel all of his blood rushing down into his groin, he not so subtlety adjusts himself in his jeans. He completely misses what she says and blinks owlishly at her for a few seconds. “ I'm sorry … Could you repeat that? I was uh distracted”. She gives him a quick once over and bites her lip. “It's a dog bite. The gremlins were playing in the junkyard And got pinned in an old school bus by a pack of stray dogs. My bat came in handy but one got a chunk of me “ He can tell it's a bad memory by the way her brows scrunch up and her eyes get A far off scared look. Eddie reaches out and gently strokes her cheek. “Your kids are safe, you did such a good job protecting them. Such a good Mamma”

He couldn't believe he had just called her that. Tiktok does cause brain rot and apparently he isn't immune to it. He was about to backpedal his words so fast and hoped she wouldn't kick him out. But she actually let out a breathy moan and turned her head to kiss his palm. Either she has a praise kink or it really was being called a mom, he decides to test the waters a bit. “You want to be my good girl, sweetheart?” He grips her chin lightly and makes her look at him. She licks her lips nodding “ Can you give me a verbal answer baby?” Her voice sounds breathy and an octave higher “Yeah I wanna be a good Mamma” He sees her pupils dilating and can feel her body relaxing “Sweetheart, your feeling floaty yeah? You know what's going on?” “mmmm Yeah, normally don't float so fast” He can't believe his luck, not only does she have a fantastic personality, incredible body but she's a Sub that's aware of it. “You have a safe word, Mamma? Anything you really don't like?” He lets go of her chin and trails his fingers down her throat and to her chest, pushing her rode fully open. the action fully exposes her breasts to his gaze, her dusky rose nipples hardening to pebbles.

Her breath hitches as she shrugs the robe of her shoulder, effectively trapping her arms. He reaches out and pinches a nipple before twisting it, her answering moan goes straight to dick. “ Mamma, I asked you a question. I want your safe word and what you don't like” She whines, arching her back, pushing her breasts out “Demodog, don't call me stupid or bullshit. I just want to be good for you, Daddy” He tries to figure out what a Demodog is when his brain short-circuits at being called Daddy. It almost makes him cream his pants, apparently getting called Daddy really does it for him. “Yeah you wanna be Daddy's good little slut?” He pinches and rolls a nipple between his fingers as he simultaneously frees himself from the confines of his jeans. She whines at the sight of his hard and purpling dick that's slowly dribbling. While he was shorter than average and curved to the left, his more than average girth made up for his shortcomings. He does unconsciously let out a pleased breath at her enthusiastic moan. “You like what you see baby?” She nods her head, wetting her lips. He slaps her nearest breast making sure to be mindful of rings “Words Mama. I know you're a smart and good girl, so you can do that, for Daddy right?”. She whined at the hit “ ‘Mmmm sorry Daddy. I don't like long dicks. I love sucking dick, but I gag quickly, I don't like that. I don't want to gag Daddy.” Her eyes water as she gives him a pleading look.

“Such a good girl, telling me. I'm not going to make such a pretty Mamma gag on my cock, I'd rather see you tear up from pleasure” He strokes her cheek softly before getting comfortable on the bed, spreading his legs wide. He reaches behind himself, feeling around for a throw pillow. He brings it a front of himself before dropping it down between his feet. “Come here baby, got you a nice comfy seat” Steph shrugs the bathrobe up, so she's properly wearing it but he clicks her tounge. “No Mamma, don't cover up your gorgeous titts. Leave it open” She bites her lower lip as she seductively lets it drop to the ground. He lets out a pained groan as he takes all of her in. His eyes get drawn to her neatly trimmed and groomed vulva. He watches her subtlety rubbing her thick muscular thighs together. He is transfixed as the short hairs start glistening with the slik she's leaking. He shakes himself out of his stupor and swallows a few times. “How did I ever get so lucky princess? Just look at you! So beautiful and so strong. Come here baby.” He reaches out and lightly grips her hips pulling her close.

Steph willingly lets him manhandle her to sit comfortably between his knees. He looks down at her, and has to squeeze his base. He thanks eversingle deity he can think of, he must have maxed out his good and luck states in a past life. He grips chin, and once again marvels at how reactive she is to him. Her mouth opens and sticks her tongue out, and before he can really process it he spits into her mouth. Her eyes roll back and her body starts quivering but she doesn't swallow. He strokes her cheek with his thumb. “What a good Mama, waiting to be told to swallow. Beautiful, strong and oh so obedient. So perfect for me. I think you deserve your treat now” He slides his hand from her chin down to her throat. She whines through her nose as he squeezes her throat briefly before moving his hand to the back of her neck. “Tap my thigh twice, if it gets to much” “Yes daddy” Her voice sounds muffled because she's still holding her tongue out.

He messages her neck briefly before lightly pushing her head towards his angry looking dick. With his other hand he taps the leaking mushroomd head against her tounge. Steph flattens her tongue as she licks it in-between the tapping. “Go on sweetheart. Enjoy your well deserved treat” He keeps his hand resting gently against the back of her neck. Step looks up at him as she kisses the head before swallowing him whole. Her lips stretch obscenely wide to accommodate his girth. He groans loudly, his eyes rolling back as she tongues his slit, coupled with the perfect amount of suction. He rubs her neck gently “That’s it Mama, you're sinfully good at this. I wish I could just have sitting just like this while I write music. You'd be so good at cock warming princess. Yeah, you like that idea?” He strokes her cheek as she moans at the received praise. The vibrations around his cock feel heavenly and making him twitch, that he can feel throw the cheek he's stroking. He can feel his orgasem quickly approaching, as she starts bobbing her head, swirling her tongue around him. He watches his cock effortlessly gliding between her puffy spit slicked lips. He notices a trail of spittle dripping down her chin and landing on her chest “ Mama, will you let me paint your titts white? Let me mark you as mine?” He takes he answering moan as a yes. He gently but firmly takes a handful of the hair of the back of her neck and pulls her head back, baring her throat. He grips his cock as it leaves her mouth with a wet pop and furiously strokes himself a few times befor exploding on her chest.

Eddie gets harshly pulled from his memory as Gareth loudly opens the door and walks in. “Come on dude! We need to get to sound check before the meet and greet starts! So hurry up and get going. Your princess with a Nailbat will absolutely be waiting for you in your dreams” Gareth snickers loudly at getting flipped off by him. The band had come to the conclusion early on that the standard meet and greet set up, them just standing their and getting just a few seconds for a quick picture and a hello, just wasn't working for them. So they started adding one of two songs during ‘sound check’. They didn't like the up pricing of the VIP upgraded tickets so they made it a raffle, people could enter by adding their order number for their tickets. They could only do this when playing smaller venues. They where already on stage just messing around when a toddler with wild curly hair in a half down half updo wearing a clearly homemade CC shirt and pastel pink pyjama pants with unicorns on them and pair of black headphones on with red glitter horns on them. They are all taken aback but then two girls follow t on her heels, as well as others. The girl with natural red hair pics up the toddler. “Bug you can't just run off like that” “ sowwy Max”. Eddie after smiling and waving at other people turns to the girl holding the toddler “ Hi, aren't you a pretty little princess. I'm Eddie, what's your name?” The toddler gasps and starts bouncing, in who he presumes yo be Max's arms. “ Max you hear tat? he's also called Eddy!” Eddie blinks and looks at Max but a boy with curly brown hair answers “ Her name is Edith but she gets called Winny or Edy”

Eddie's mesmerised watching Winny jumping and dancing around to them playing. He plays the first notes of Princess With a Nailbat and he can't help smiling wildly, imagining what it would be like to watching own children doing the same. Something at the back of the room catches her attention and she runs off and gets scooped up by who he thinks must be a parent. His fingers falter and his breath hitches when he watches mother and daughter coming closer. “ …. Steph?” He ignores the looks from his friends and the fans as he jumps off stage.

Steph falters as she watches him jump down and approach them. “ ….Eddie?” “Princess, or should I say queen?” She follows his gaze landing on the little girl in arms. “ Mama, we share a name!” She smiles at her daughter “ I know bug. I wanted you to have something of your dad's and his name was all I could give you” She looks at Eddie, guilt written clearly on her face. “ YOU SLEPT WITH THE EDDIE MUNSON? Why didn't you tell me.” “I can't believe he slept with y….. What The Fuck Max!” Steph and Eddie both realise they have an audience. She glares at the party “Mike language! What have I told you about cussing around Edith?! Dustin you were fourteen, in my defence I didn't know!” “ That's partly my fault, but I think we should take this somewhere more private.” She's faced multiple interdimensional monster and been to a different dimension but she can't help feeling scared. She can see the other fans looking at her, some with their phones out. Eddie angles his body in front of them. “Sorry to cut this short, and we would really appreciate it if you would delete everything. We are normally really chill about breaking the no phone rule. Eddie deserves this to stay a private matter for the time being, until this get sorted out.” Steph tense as she watches a petite woman with long strawberry blonde hair walk past them. She feels a long callusesd fingers intertwined with her free hand, she looks down at her hand before looking up at Eddie who's still facing the crowd. “Thanks Chrissy” She can't help feel judged as the woman frowns at them before nodding and turning to coral the crowd.

She feels him squeezing her hand as he gently tugs her long. She follows him through the bowels of the venue to a back exit and onto their bus. Her daughter talking the whole time, with him answering her enthusiastically. “And this is where we sleep” He makes some room for her To sit down “ you can put her down, she can look around” “Are you sure? She gets into anything that isn't bolted down” she sits and and puts Her on the seat next to her “ OK bug I need you to behave for a bit while I talk to …Eddie” “Ok” She smiles as Edith shimmys of the seat “Is it … can I.. can I give her a hug?” She can tell how nervous he is and nods. Her eyes tear up as she watches father and daughter hug for the first time. They both start speaking at once. “You go first sweetheart, my story isn't that exciting” Steph nods and fidgets with the hem of her shirt. “ I want to stress it was never my intention to hide her or keep her from you. I didn't even know this was your band. I'm just the chaperone” As She spoke he moved to sit next to her and took her hands in his “ I had left a note in your pocket but I think it got lost or something. Because I felt like we had a true connection but then you didn't text or call me. I felt silly and thought it was just in my head.” “ No! I felt it too. Our biggest song I wrote about you. You can ask anyone that I wouldn't shut up about you for months.” He strokes her cheek softly and wipes away a tear with his thumb. “ I didn't know I was pregnant with her until November. Between that night and then I had only slept with you, so I knew it could only be yours. Because before that the only other guy I slept with died in the mall fire I told you about. I didn't have any other information than your name, that you worked at Starbucks and have a band. But I'm guessing you don't work at Starbucks anymore?” She feels herself relaxing as he laughs at that and leans into her “ Thank Fuck for that….” He slaps his hand in front of his mouth “Shit. FUCK… I mean damn it” she can't help it as she bursts out laughing. “It's okay, you'll get the hang of it … I.. you don't …” “ I WANT!” He clears his throat and rubs his neck “ I mean, yes I want to be part of her life, in any way” Steph can't help getting her hopes up as she turns in her seat to better look at him. They just sitting there looking at each other for a few moments “ Edy Can you come here bug?” She looks down at her daughter before picking her up. “Edith, bug would you be OK if Eddie would be a part of our lives?” The toddler looks between the two adults “Like ‘Bobin?” Steph shakes her head and quickly clarify when she sees his crestfallen face “ No bug not like auntie Bobin, as your dad. Robin is my platonic soulmate, she lives with us.”

After a few seconds the toddler nods and moves on his Eddie's lap and traces the tattoo on his throat. “He has pictures on his skin”. The knarred screaming face of a bat sits at the base of his throat, the tip of its wings reaching up towards the back of his jaw, gracing just before his earlobes. Swirling tentacles jutted out from the body of the bat. He carefully wraps his arms around his daughter and holds her tight. “Yes he does bug, he has lots on his arms and chest and legs but that one's new.” He moves his head so she can better trace it. “Yeah, just got four months ago. It isn't to scary for her?” “Oh no, her uncles are all obsessed with that dragons game and magic cards. She doesn't know any better”

They spend a while just talking when Eddie notices his daughter had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder. “Thank you sweetheart, you don't know how grateful I am. Your well with in your rights to tell me to fuck off! Whatever you two need, I'll help” She takes a picture of father and daughter wrapped up in each other. “I owe my own house, I have a trust fund and family that helps out. Hawkins housing market collapsed and my parents signed it over to me when they found out I wasn't going to leave” He Tightens his grip on his daughter “ Hawkins?! You're from Hawkins … fuck me! Are you safe?” Steph holds her hand up “Slow down. It's safe, we are safe. She was born just after the earthquake hit” Steph pushes her hair away to show hearing aids “I got a concussion during Starcourt Mall, it caused some hearing loss and during the quake I got another one, it's why I went into early labour. We spent a while in the hospital, but we are both okay. She's perfectly healthy.”

His eyes went wide listening to her. He knew about her being involved in a mall fire, she still had some bruises and a healing burn. He had seen the scarring on her hip from a dog attack. “Fuck!” He lets out a breath “I need to rename the song to Queen with a Nailbat. Sweetheart you're metal as fuck. But I am going to have a word with whoever let you get hurt” “It's not the party's fault. One of their friends was labelled a satanic murder, the police wouldn't listen to them. The real killer kidnapped Max and hurt her, that's one of my kids, you know” His eyes nearly pop out of his head with how wide they go. “ Jezus H. Christ! I'm going to wrap you up in bubble wrap and not let you out of my sight!” He Watches her face as she swallows “ …. You mean that? I don't just have Edith, I am Max's legal guardian. Her mother died in the earthquake” You don't need to just say that, I won't keep her from you.” “Sweetheart, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. My best dreams are those in which we build a life together. I've written so many songs about you. You know I tried bribing the hotel personnel for your information, but they just said ‘privacy act. I named the song Princess With a Nailbat, hoping you would hear It and show up at a show. That uh .. is my favourite fantasy” He waggled his eyebrows as he said it. His heart melts at her laughing. “I did see a lot of girls holding up inflatable nailbats, who ever came up with them must be rich now.”

They both look up as there's a knock on the door before Chrissy steps in “Hey Eddie, you need to start to get ready. Steph, right? The party is waiting with the rest of the band in the greenroom. " “Thank you, Chrissy, realy. Can you believe it? I have a daughter, isn't she just precious?” He notices Steph tensing up again. “I'm sorry, Steph, you seem like a nice woman and all, but for all we know, you're trying to pass the kid off as Eddie's or a payday.” He glares at her and struggles to stand up without waking up Edith “What he'll Chris?...” Steph stands up and takes her daughter “ No It's fine, I don't mind her taking a paternity test. Have a good show, Eddie.” She smiles as she exits the bus. “ What The Actual Fuck Christine?! I just found her again and you're sending her away!” “Don't be naive, Eds. You spent a day with her four years ago and she suddenly appears with a kid. And yes her hair is a lot like yours. But” she holds her hand up to stop him interrupting The song has been out for nearly just as long and she just now shows up?! She most likely just wants money” He snorts and glares at her “She owns her own house, has a trust fund and a job. And the reason she didn't know about the song is because she's from Hawkins! She got a second bad concussion in the earthquake that not only pushed her into an early labour it also gave her major hearing loss. It also is the reason she's Max's legal guardian because her mother died! She doesn't want money! She even apologised multiple times for not knowing how to reach me and to keep me from Edith!” His chest is heaving at how upset he is, his anger subsides slightly at seeing her shocked face “And I don't care even if she wasn't, I'm not letting them go. I'll adopt her If I have to!” He pushes past her and angrily stomps off the greenroom.

He's in a sour mood when he reaches his band mates. His mood improves when he starts gushing about his daughter and her mother. He gets increasingly more nervous as their set time approaches. Just before they go on, he gets a notification on his phone. He pulls out a phone and unlocks it, and opens up the message. He smiles as he sees his baby, still a bit sleepy in her mothers arms. She has her headphones on it, and it looks like they are on the balcony. “Good luck, Daddy!”. He rewatches a few times and shows it to his friends. When They finally go on stage, he's still smiling like a loon. About halfway through the set, Eddie checks in with the crowd. “Four years ago, I was still a batista, and all of this was just a pipe dream. Then, at San Diego ComicCon, I saw the most beautiful girl cosplaying as Nega, at least I thought so. Turns out she had a baseball bat with nails hammered through it” This gets the crowd laughing and whooping “I was given the chance to meet her, and it turns out she was an absolute ba…. nice person. We spent the day together and she asked me to her hotel room” He grins as this gets hell yeahs, he shushes them “I was stupid and let my princess go. Yeah, I know, stupid, right?” “And we had to suffer through his moping, complaining and whining” Jeff snickers as dodges getting hit by Eddie “Anyway it made me write the soul reason we are all here tonight But I made a mistake” He has to hush the crowd at this, and it takes a full minute. “This gorgeous, resilient, and selfless princess has put her own safety on the line for her family. I am so grateful that she found her way back to me and has given me the best gift ever. She isn't a princess. She's a QUEEN! So sweetheat, I will spend the rest of my life trying to thank you” the crowd whoops and yells. He spots Max in the front, alternating between holding up six and five fingers he frowns “Six five six, what are you …. oh…OH. I will definitely try! The chafing will be worth it!” He starts playing Princess With a Nailbat.

*bonus*

“Oh My God Mike! I can't believe you just punched a woman in a wheelchair in her face!” The boy in question sputters and looks thoroughly embarrassed by the whole ordeal as they try and make their way to the others. “I didn't punch her Dustin. I mean, I did, but I didn't mean to! And you know it!” Dustin is trying his best not to laugh at his friend “ Yeah, but you did punch her in the face!” “You saw it! It was absolutely an accident! I didn't see her and she didn't see me!” He's getting incredibly more agitated and embarrassed as people around them glare at him. “Hey Stepth! Mike punched a woman in a wheelchair with her face!” “What The fuck Mike!” She glares at him, unable to place her hands in her hips because she's holding Edith.The others in unisens call out language. Mike hufss and puffs. “ I didn't outright punch her! Dustin and I were talking with some other guy. I was gesturing with my arms and I don't know! I didn't see her and she didn't see me and it just happened!” “ He totally punched her” “Jezus H. Christ” Eddie had managed to go unseen by the crowd and wraps his arms around Steph from behind. “What did you do to rile your mother up now?” “Your son punched a wheelchair user. You deal with it, I need to pee”

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group J Round 3: #J3 vs #J1

#J3: Cat demon stuck in cat form, gets adopted as a pet

#J1: Two high school girls overcome mommy issues with the power of YURI!

Details and poll under the cut!

#J3: Legend of Luo XiaoHei (series) (Luo XiaoHei Zhan Ji)

Summary:

XiaoHei is a young cat demon training to be an Executor, someone who maintains the balance between humans and demons. His first mission as a trainee was to steal the Sky Pearl. He succeeded, but he also got injured enough to be unable to revert to his human form. Stuck in his cat form, he gets adopted by the human girl XiaoBai as a pet. The story then follows XiaoHei’s adventures as a pet cat in a human home while also evading the pursuit of his enemy, Diting.

Propaganda:

Legend of Luo Xiaohei, at first glance, is a fun kiddy series with cute art. But the more you learn of the story, the more you realize how much thought is put into every little detail. The creator’s worldbuilding is so intricate. It’s like Adventure Time in that you think it’s all fun and games, but there’s actually so much more to it. There’s even a manhua for the side characters featuring their lives from thousands of years ago!

A lot of information will be slowly unfolded, but not once does it feel overwhelming to the viewer. Following XiaoHei’s point of view, we get to see glimpses of the wider lore, piquing our curiosity. 

In the world of LXH, demons and cultivators/immortals exist, but they don’t usually cross paths with ordinary humans because they keep their existence/powers a secret. XiaoHei himself has had little interactions with humans aside from his master. It isn’t until XiaoHei meets XiaoBai that he actually learns more about them and their way of life. Slowly, he gets drawn to the human life and also learns to have fun just like the human kids his age.

Season 1 presents to us XiaoHei’s daily life with his friends, so it’s more slice-of-life with the supernatural simply peppered around. It never gets boring, though, because there’s this ever-present tension of XiaoHei having to keep his identity a secret. We also get to meet a lot of intriguing characters, like XiaoBai’s “brother,” who helps XiaoHei fight against Diting. 

Season 2, on the other hand, is more action-packed. The plot for s2 is the Executors guild seeking humans with talent in cultivation. They screen them through a virtual reality game where they can emulate the use of powers. XiaoHei’s final test as Executor also takes place here.

I personally think the best aspect of this show is its hype fight scenes, but that’s just me craving stimulation. At its core, LXH is really a heartwarming story about a young demon learning that there is more to life than powers and fighting. Sure, the supernatural stuff is interesting, but beyond that, it’s a story of love—It’s about XiaoHei making friends and discovering what it is he really wants to do without fear of losing what he calls his home, for home will always be with him. 

Overall, Legend of Luo Xiaohei is a nice, warm show that you can binge on a slow day without missing out on the excitement a story with an overarching plot brings. Do give it a try.

P.S.: This series takes place about three years after the events in the movie (which has the same title in Chinese, but is more known as simply “Legend of Hei” in English). The series aired first before the movie, though, so it doesn’t matter. 

Trigger Warnings:

Child death in s2 (it’s fake, but the characters’ reactions feel so real)

Not really a trigger, but just in case: Teens/adults bullying children. XiaoHei is a great fighter, and the people that can match with him are only those older than him.

#J1: Flip Flappers

Summary:

Cocona is an average middle schooler living with her grandmother. And she, who has yet to decide a goal to strive for, soon met a strange girl named Papika who invites her to an organization called Flip Flap.

Dragged along by the energetic stranger, Cocona finds herself in the world of Pure Illusion—a bizarre alternate dimension—helping Papika look for crystal shards. Upon completing their mission, Papika and Cocona are sent to yet another world in Pure Illusion. As a dangerous creature besets them, the girls use their crystals to transform into magical girls: Cocona into Pure Blade, and Papika into Pure Barrier. But as they try to defeat the creature before them, three others with powers from a rival organization enter the fray and slay the creature, taking with them a fragment left behind from its body. Afterward, the girls realize that to stand a chance against their rivals and the creatures in Pure Illusion, they must learn to work together and synchronize their feelings in order to transform more effectively.

Propaganda 1:

Flip Flappers is a magical girl show that brings its own unique twist to the genre, while still being reminiscent of older classics. It has incredibly creative visuals, good characters, and an absolute banger soundtrack! The deeper messages of the show are about finding the courage to start making your own decisions and living your life the way you want it, growing up, and the struggle against controlling authority figures that entails. While it is a fun show, the emotional moments it has hit hard! It also has a yuri narrative (seriously, they even get taken to an all-girls Catholic school yuri setting one time), which I’m sure the himejoshis on this webbed site would appreciate if they saw the show!

Propaganda 2:

Look, sometimes Magical Girl Shows have fights that are just kinda… ehh. You ever wanted to see magical girls beat the SNOT out of monsters in amazingly animated, incredibly physical fight scenes? Give Flip Flappers a shot! And if you don’t, that’s fine too, because the shows genre changes every other episode anyways.

Flip Flappers has a little something for everyone. It has amazing characters. It has slick transformation sequences. It has stunning fight scenes. It has horror. It has yuri. It has mommy issues. It’s fun for the whole family!

While one would think the constant tone-shifts would leave the series feeling kinda all over the place, Flip Flappers keeps itself grounded with its amazing character work. The main two characters, Cocona and Papika, bounce off of each other incredibly well. They have so much chemistry, and it’s refreshing to see a show that actually does something romantic with its two main leads instead of just kinda dangling it in front of your face and then chickening out at the last second.

In conclusion, this show is the embodiment what having ADHD and being sapphic feels like. Give it a shot!

Trigger Warnings:

Flashing Lights/Flickering Images, Gender Identity/Sexuality Discrimination, Guns, Kidnapping, Nudity.

Depictions of child and emotional abuse, both at a side character and a main character. Control over children is a common theme in the show.

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