#void preg

[evil-daily-ac]

[banamine-bananime]

Growing up I lived in an area with a lot of cattle farming and I was very scared of the cows. Do you have any cool facts that will make me either more or less afraid of cows?

oh hmm let me think on that!

facts related to how to interact with cows so all parties feel and stay safe:

they have a very prey herd animal mentality. they want to move with their herdmates. they want to watch any potential threats like people and move away from them. they don't like loud or unfamiliar noises (they're sensitive souls. sometimes if i visit a dairy wearing waterproof coveralls where the cows are only used to people wearing cotton coveralls, just the whisper of waterproof pants rubbing against each other can spook them) or abrupt movements or going into areas they can't see well (and they have difficulty with depth perception due to their wide-set eyes for 300 degree vision, and with high-contrast, so going from sun into shade or vice versa can look like stepping into a white or black void for them and they don't like it)

based on this, we know the keys to low-stress cattle handling are consistency in how you interact with them, calmness (small movements, quiet words to let them know you're there), moving cows in groups big enough to have friends but small enough you can control the whole group without them milling around or the ones in front stopping and causing a traffic jam, and slowly moving them by just barely getting in their "bubble" of "whoa, you're a little too close for comfort, i'm going to move in the other direction" without ever getting into their "YIKES RUN AWAY FROM THIS THING" bubble

the last point involves understanding pressure and flight zones and point of balance:

from Mississippi State University Extension:

from grandin.com (highly recommend as a source of information about animal behaviour and welfare!!! temple grandin my idol since i was like nine i love her so. and i tear up when i think about how much she's done for millions of animals ;_; she's a genius and no lie revolutionized low-stress handling):

pet cows that get doted on enough to bond with people may not see people as a threat so the normal ways we use pressure zones to iinteract with cows don't necessarily do anything for them. you would lead them more like a horse, using a halter. or lure them with treats.

beef cows typically have little contact with people, often just processing (vaccines, preg checks, quick exam for any health problems) a couple times a year, so they can be very wild. doesn't mean they're aggressive, the overwhelming majority are non-aggressive but they have very large flight zones, so if you don't recognize that and approach too quickly, getting deep in their flight zone, that can get you into a dangerous situation where they get aggressive as a last resort. that said, they do usually still choose flight unless their calf is with them. "never get between mom and baby" applies as it does with any species

dairy cows are in between beef cows and pet cows. they interact with people regularly, several times per day, and it's respectful but not doting. kind of a business relationship with their handlers. they're not terrified of people by any means, but they haven't been, like, hand-fed treats to get over their instinctive wariness of potential-predator-like animals, and they know sometimes handling results in unpleasant experiences like medical treatment or pregnancy checks, so they avoid touch and have a flight zone, though it's small (and sometimes they'll calmly let you walk right up to them unrestrained, or approach you and lick you out of curiosity). very very rare to have an aggressive dairy cow (as in, one that attacks you instead of moving away when you're bothering them a little. really bothering them and ignoring body language when they can't move away is much more likely to get you kicked)

bulls are not docile. not every bull will be aggressive, but you should assume that every bull has the capacity to become aggressive with little provocation, and always keep a respectful distance and know your escape route if you have to be in a pen or field with them

cows love exploring with their tongues. any time you're in a dairy barn there's gonna be at least one friendly girl mlem mlem mlemming who won't leave you alone

adding on to the above, there is a slight caveat that you still have to be a LITTLE wary of friendly cows. 99% of the time they're just friendly but sometimes cows in heat will try to mount people. you don't have to be scared of friendly cows but if they're right next to you just keep them in your line of sight so you can move away if they make like they're going to mount. again, not common, never happened to me, but something to be aware of

signs of a happy, relaxed cow: lying down, chewing cud or eating, tail hanging down relaxed, moving slowly with her herd

signs of a slightly wary cow (you have entered the "pressure zone"): standing still/stopping what she's doing, turning towards you, ears turning towards you (watching the ears is a very good way of knowing what she's paying attention to), tail swishing or raised a bit away from body

signs of a distressed cow: vocalizing (they also moo for other reasons though), tail swishing, fidgeting/pawing/looking like she wants to move but doesn't know where to, freezing up and intermittently making erratic movements (back away a little)

signs of an aggressive cow: head down with attention on you, pawing ground, turning to show you their broad side. (turn sideways and calmly but swiftly walk away diagonally)

[eldritch-spouse]

I reeeeaaaaaallllllyyyyy want a pumpkin cream pie if you get what I mean

I wanna IMPRRREGNATE THAT DULLAHAN!!

Can we imagine his firefly getting her hands on a spell that gives her, like, maybe artificial tentacle cocks or just 1 really big one for a limited amount of time, and she spends all that time fucking Patches and filling him up w cum

:3c

TW: Genital modifications; Egg-preg; Surprise sex; Feral mindset; Large insertions

You glance at yourself in the mirror.

This is certainly something...

You're not going to lie, being stuck inside of Patches' lab while he's attending to "urgent matters" on the other floors is probably toxic for you. Because you always end up touching things you shouldn't, messing with concoctions that probably aren't safe for humans, or reading incantations aloud. Speaking of that last one- Trying to read a paragraph from a book with a leathery cover and suckers on it was ill-advised.

In your humble defense, it looked like a Lovecraftian cliché, and the paragraph you tried to read was the only one that used an alphabet you could vaguely identify.

It's not as if the results were instantaneous. You let the words hang in the air, felt stupid, and simply closed the book, thinking nothing of it...

Only to end up squealing and tearing your own pants off when it felt like your pussy was being warped into a different dimension. You can't even describe the sensation! The panic of feeling like your very nethers were shrinking out of existence, leaving a Barbie-like void in their place, before something wet and gross erupted out of your pelvic zone, proudly installing itself there.

So there you stood, clad only in a shirt, hyperventilating at the sight of a purple-ish mass of tentacles where your regular mound would be. The things connect seamlessly to your skin, glossy and wriggling aimlessly. One of the trio seems to be the main attraction, thick and heavy between the legs of a species that likely isn't meant to carry something as... Endowed. The other two are much smaller, auxiliary almost, ridiculously futile adornments to something that is already capable of easily gaping someone.

Fascinating. You hope it's not permanent, you really do. Even then, maybe Patches knows how to reverse it, right?

To touch upon the thing was to receive a myriad of new sensations your brain wasn't quite ready for, struggling to find new pathways, until oh! It all sparks, and you feel. What it's like to have a cock? No, what it's like to have something so much more different than what a human would sport.

Marvelous...

Hands fumble for the best way to handle this new piece of anatomy. Slimy and wriggly as it is, when you try to handle it the same way you would a humanoid length, it doesn't provide that much satisfaction. Tentative experimentation proves -Ugh, you're starting to sound like him- that using both hands to create a shoddy imitation of a cavity is much more fruitful, providing sparks of potent sensation as the tentacle frantically tries to wriggle past the tight creases of your clasped fingers.

It's actually forcibly trying to squeeze into the gaps between your digits! And the worst part is that it feels good enough that you don't care to stop it.

It's secreting something, but you definitely didn't orgasm. Precum? No, it's... Gelatinous. A tingle spreads across the palms of your hands to the tips of your fingers, causing you to immediately pry them apart and shake it off- Onto the counters of your captor's already messy laboratory. It feels... Numbing?

This spell, whatever it is, grants the bearer a reproduction-oriented appendage, which is probably meant to pierce into someone's womb. It doesn't take much for you to guess that maybe, just maybe, it also deposits something inside. But it's not as if you can feel the presence of eggs within you. Everything about this set of anatomy is foreign to you, how would your poor brain recognize anything of the sort?

Just as you stand there half-naked, lightly tapping the appendages, the noise of a lock clicking open reaches your ears.

And with one inhale, it's as if time stops.

Inexplicably, you become hyper-aware of everything surrounding you. The noises of every little piece of machinery idly running, the growing creak of the door turning open, chatter from people that didn't leave the elevator far away.

Something compels you to turn, and you silently face the dullahan as he walks in, looking tired.

" It's the fourth time this week! I've told them eons ago that the pool bar needs safer- " He freezes. " Firefly? "

While you can't find it in you to move, or look anywhere else for that matter, Patches is clearly taking in your current state. He's nothing if not intelligent, eyelights surfing from your swirling genitals to the very book you've just misused.

It's not uncommon for him to come back to something amiss in his own lab, courtesy of your curiosity, but the undead is usually very quick to find a fix for the situation.

Not this time. He looks stumped, nervous. A bead of magical sweat runs down that gourd head and his carved smile crooks anxiously, gloved hands tentatively closing the door behind him. Patches maintains eye contact.

Although inwardly panicking, you can't help glaring into him, fixated, feeling the monster cock between your legs pulse hard.

There it is, your brain screams.

Hole.

Easy.

Warm.

Fuckmate.

You don't even notice you're drooling until the sound of your own saliva hitting the ground manifests.

Overshadowinging the mild concern on the magic caster's face is a lurid sort of wonder that seems to war with his common sense.

" F- Firefly... I need you to stay calm and still, okay? This- This is temporary, you're in an extremely volatile state a- and-... "

You rip your own shirt off. Your bra, everything. You can't stand anything against your bare skin, it's too much stimulus, too much heat.

He chokes a noise out. " That's fine, that's fine- You're overheating, I- I know-... I'm going to have to put you back in the cage now, okay? "

You don't respond, his gaze flickers to your tits for the briefest second, then your newfound cock. Patches shakes himself back to seriousness.

A silence so thick and so tense compresses your cranium, like a spring, counting down the seconds.

One step.

That's all he gets to do before you lunge.

With a force and drive you've never possessed before, your limbs race past desks and stacks of thingamajigs, tossing everything aside, uncaring of the bruises to later form as your body crashes against Patches'.

He screams, naturally, and the two of you fall to the ground, your nails sinking deep into his arms, holding them to his midsection as you sit on his torso and huff down at the dullahan.

There's a fog caressing your brain, a certain dimness taking over, hiding any and all higher thought and leaving behind only animal impulses you've never felt before.

The monster beneath you trembles slightly. And perhaps if you had more of a mind present, you'd know that Patches isn't helpless, he's never been, he just enjoys pretending to be.

" Ough... Firefly? "

What were you doing again...?

It throbs, sloppily playing against the undead's clothes.

Hole.

Frenzied, gluttonous, you start pushing and pulling at the undead's clothes, frantic and confused. Patches already has a habit of dressing in a weird manner -You'll excuse that on his age- But now more than ever, all you want to do is tear those fabrics away with the sharpened teeth you never had.

You're not getting anywhere, the frustration has you gnawing on his pant leg, shaking it like some kind of feral creature. At some point, you must have bitten his leg because he yelps.

Patches makes a noise, you're not too sure if it was a snort or some kind of garbled giggle, but he eventually mumbles some kind of request and begins fumbling with his own clothes, trembling thin digits struggling to catch the right parts. Excitement? Doubt? You don't care.

Faster- You want to yell at him, but the only thing that comes out is an exasperated groan.

The undead doesn't get to do much more than unzip himself before you're yanking his pants down, throwing them away while he scrambles to get the rest of his outfit off, before it can be ruined by your enthusiasm.

" I- Let's take this easy now- "

He's hard.

Good, that'll help. It's not what you want though.

Uncaring, your one-track mind ignores his useless blabbering and pulls him closer by those green legs, parting them as wide as his flexibility will allow- Granted, being undead gives him a certain pain tolerance and unnatural nimbleness you can appreciate.

Patches gasps, worriedly eyeing the thing between your legs and comparing it to his own body. The size of it... Enough to rearrange organs. Thankfully, he doesn't make use of most of them anymore.

" Firefly...? Earth to my- my flame- Look at me- Look at me... "

You do look at him, for about two seconds, before feeling your tentacle slap onto his pelvis. It writhes against his hard cock, offering the two of you some mockery of friction, the wet sensation causes his back to arch and the resulting noise makes something crackle in your brain, driving you just one step closer to mindless lust.

Wrapping around Patches' dick, it squeezes and prods for something that's not there, slithers past his balls and lands on his ass, squished between his skin, slicking it grossly. Instinctively, it finds its' goal, the ring of muscle that clenches as soon as a rounded tip flirts with it.

" Oh my Lord- "

You spread his legs wider, observing.

" Ah- Ahn- I never actually tested this one out- I suppose mmn- I should be taking notes? "

A frown settles on your face.

No, no this position won't do it.

" Where's... Where's my-? Ohn fuck that tingles- The recorder! "

Patches twists slightly to reach an object deposited on the nearby desk, it was just the motion you needed for an impromptu eureka.

As soon as undead fingers clasp a gray device, you flip him stomach-down on the floor.

" Huh- Oomf! " There's a clicking noise. He starts blabbering something or other, date, time, location, you aren't listening.

In fact, you're more preoccupied trying to get him to raise his ass and bend for you.

" Hh- Human specimen has interacted with Transmutation Grimoire number five, speci -Firefly I need you t- to slow down- Specifically the tantric incantation in chapter six and- And oh Gods- "

The irritating buzz of his stressed words is ceased when you growl and crash his head to the ground, keeping it there as you slot yourself behind the dullahan's ass, spare hand poising on a bare ass to spread him out.

" And although I cannot yet know the timing of this action, I can guarantee the phhhh- Oh- The physical effects have manifested as well as the expected lack of higher awareness and overwhelming urge to mate. I am- I'm currently... At the specimen's mercy. "

Mercy that you aren't willing to give.

Thrusting won't work, because even as your hips angle and roll, the tendril is too restless, not at all like the hardness of a human, slipping past the monster's hole every time. You have to somewhat clumsily guide that thin tip and keep it pressed there, preventing it from aimlessly twirling around.

Your struggling eventually proves fruitful, because as soon as that inexperienced tip forces its way past Patches' entrance, the rest stretches to accompany, unforgiving in its increasing growth.

You pant, open mouthed, muted moans and overheated exhales falling out your lips as your eyes nearly roll back from the wave of sensation raking across your brain. It doesn't leave room for anything else except the impulse to fuck. Anything to keep this ecstasy going.

The dullahan on the other hand, howls.

Maybe it was pain, maybe it was shock, the slick of the massive tendril might have helped the insertion, but truth of the matter is that you must have flipped his dormant stomach when you snapped your hips against his ass and bulldozed the rest of it into him.

Relief. Blessed relief. You hold onto the magic caster with all the strength in your body, legs around his and arms coiled over his chest as you use your weight to keep him pinned. A grossly primal visage reminiscent of wild animals in rut.

" Ohn Gods ahn ffuck- I can feel it everywhere hhhn- " He sounds incredulous, laughing breathlessly. "This is still recording...? Uh- "

Although the tendril stuffed inside Patches starts pistoning without input, instincts collide and you can't help thrusting along too, creating an erratic rhythm that eventually clicks into plunges so deep Patches starts crying like an overstimulated baby.

You don't have the mind to care, don't have the chance to see his face twisted in a depraved, tear-soaked mess as he blubbers and starts arching back into you, trying to cling to his nearby hat for dear life.

Not even five minutes ago he was standing and clothed, now he's getting the guts fucked out of him by his own human captive.

" I wish- I wish you'd fuhh -Fuck I'm cumming I'm cumming ghhn- I wish you'd fuck me this enthusiastically more often- "

It feels incredible, an endless stream of pleasure that strains your vocal chords, for you can't help but moan with every breath, especially when his walls clench down on you with intense force, over and over amidst relentless fucking- Perhaps if you could stop to think, you'd realize you've been forcing him to orgasm several times since this started.

But you can't.

You can't do anything except cry out and mechanically bounce him on monster cock, surpassing your own physical limitations for the sake of climbing to a climax that constantly teases you, ever so slightly out of reach.

At some point, you have the feral impulse to look down, this sick and crooked smile on a sweaty face as you get to watch that ridiculous girth stretch Patches repeatedly, a steady wet clap of sound following the hypnotizing view, overshadowing even your labored panting and the undead's garbled sniffling wails.

For some reason or another, he starts moving a little too much, manic with overstimulation, trying to hold onto anything that can help draw away from the way his ass must be burning and his brain fried with feedback too intense. His cock throbs uselessly between numbed legs, a dirty puddle of his own release beneath it, he's entirely spent and yet can't flag at all, body scorched and confused.

The moment he manages to wiggle forward a bit, a noise of beastial aggravation rips from your throat, and you claw him back to you with malice, one hand reaching beneath him to trap a neck that hardly matters to his survival, while the other reaches to hold his head in place once more, digits hooking into his sockets.

It works well enough, Patches is back to incoherent sobbing and limp beneath your punishing pace.

" Yeah, I found his nasty ass like this. " The waiter snorts, showing his phone to a couple of coworkers.

The break room nearly vibrates with laughter.

" His desire for humiliation knows no bounds. "

Nebul notes, watching the clip of you biting onto the dullahan's back and screaming in pleasure as another concerningly fat oval figure travels from the length of the tentacle attached to you and into the swollen figure of his half-conscious coworker.

" But I can appreciate the knowledge, I was wondering if that incantation could be marketable. "

" BwaHAHA- Do you think those things are alive?! Is gourd for brains going to be laying eggs around? " Vinnel snorts like a pig at his own joke.

" Chicken- " Sybastian giggles, waving his arms.

" UHUHU- Buk buk buk ba-gawk! The human got me preggers buk bawk bawk- "

The two of them have entertained themselves imitating chicken noises.

Gallon looks at his shroom coworker. " Do you think you could cook them? "

Morell viscerally grimaces. " Hell nah, ya fuckin' sicko- "

" Grimbly, send this to me. " Santi mumbles, avidly watching the sad display.

" Eww no, so you can jerk off to it?! "

" Ye- "

The elevator dings.

Not a single sound rings as they expect either Belo or Admin to step inside the room.

Instead, in shambles a disheveled and barely covered dullahan, exhausted, and looking heavily gravid.

Faces turn a variety of colors as everyone holds back any reaction.

Sybastian cackles so hard he spits the mimiclings out his mouth.

[my-name-is-heartache]

The pill - pt.1

Riddick x reader

@riddickkkk

Based after pitch black Warnings: mentions of rape,abortion, established relationship, argument

"what are these?" You could tell by the look on his face that he already knew.

"read the label and maybe you'll find out," you replied.

"ok," he nodded before dramatically holding up the small box of pills, "anti-preg, life made easy."

You took a deep breath waiting for him to yell or break something.

"which would mean your pregnant only...." here it comes you thought. "Only we haven't fucked yet!"

Looking up at him the expected anger on his face was no where to be found, only hurt and confusion.

"Rid let me explain," you tried to speak but he interrupted you.

"you fucking cheated on me?" His voice wavered slightly and your heart shattered. You couldn't see his eyes but you were sure if you could you would wish you couldn't.

"please just let me-"

"who?"

"what?" You frowned.

"who is he? The father of your fucking child?"

"please, Riddick I would never ch-"

"Who The Fuck Is He!" He hit his fist against the wall of the ship.

A tear slid down your cheek and you knew as soon as the name left your mouth that he would never forgive you.

"Johns" it was so quiet you were surprised he heard.

"ha haha ha HaHa HA HA!" He laughed but there was no joy in his grin. "Now that is fucked up."

He turned away walking down the open ramp and out of sight.

"Riddick" You called after him but you were not graced with a reply.

Of course you never cheated on him. He was your oxygen. Infact he was more than that.

"RIDDICK!" you screamed after him your knees wobbling as tears stung your eyes.

it was hard to tell which hurt more the bruises John's had left on you when you'd been pressed forcefully into the wall or the thought that riddick truly thought you would do that to him.

You didn't run after him, you knew in his blind broken rage he would not listen, might never listen, and what if he still blamed you afterwards.

Tears soaking your face you picked yourself up and brought down a carrier bag from one of the compartments, shakily you started collecting your few items of clothes and the little other things you possessed and placed them in the bag.

You had just zipped the bag up when you heard a noise from outside. A sort of snuffling sound like that if a large dog. The planet you and riddick had landed on was one void of life forms so the sound puzzles you. As it got louder and closer you took out your gun and edged towards the open ship door.

"hello?" You whispered almost afraid of an answer. The sound stopped, the cool night breeze was all you could hear as it dried the wetness still apparent on your cheeks.

you opened your mouth to speak again but fear caught your vocal chords in a submissive hold. All you could manage was a weak rasp as a low growling started up from beneath the ramp you were standing on.

[venumelon]

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[preggydump]

I tried hard to resist making another pregged up oc, but I was inspired by @preggomancer 's Monsterpreg U. This is Professor Glorian, (they/them/any) and they're a fallen angel who teaches choir and theatre at the college. They've been a professor almost as long as the university has existed, and they've been pregnant for even longer somehow.

When 2 practically immortal and unknowable beings, who have arguably existed since the beginning of time, get together to make a baby, it's sort of hard to predict how long it's going to take. And what's going to happen when it's born, or even HOW it's going to be born. But Professor Glorian is always happy to make accommodations for the prophetic students on campus who may have some trouble attending their classes in person. (They do however hate teaching incoming freshman classes because they inevitably ask a million questions about they're pregnancy, and while they want their child to come out when it's ready, Glorian doesn't necessarily like being reminded of exactly how long they've been waiting)

Their fiancee, DAC (it/it's), an eldritch void god who walks among mortals in void form (it's the only form it has that can be mostly comprehended by humans/mortal beings), can sometimes be spotted bringing Glorian whatever they forgot at home that day, or dropping off some mid-day cravings. Faculty and students alike have a slight headache after seeing it, but it is cute to see the parents to be (someday hopefully?) being adorable together.

[ofmoonlily]

Rp Wishlist

* Rewrite FFX-2. I really hate what SE did with Yuna’s character. I think she was fine the way she was. Of course she will change in due time, but I will change her in a more Yuna way. She wont be forcing a sassy personality and faking who she is. She will sass how she has normally sassed. ^^

* Preggers Yuna. Just a thread with a pregs summoner. She wont be going into labor until both writers OK it. It can be early on when she finds out and needs to tell her partner her findings, or during the middle stages when she is beginning to show. Let’s give it a name, a gender, magical gift(s) etc.

* Vampire AU. I would love to get things started with that. Her background and intentions may be boring, but we can always plot something chaotic!

* Horror threads. Things going bump in the night, ghosts and spirits, goblin and ghouls! Killer clowns or a maniac with a chainsaw! Or a maniac who threatens to kill you in your dreams! GIVE!

* Yunie finds a kitten that was left behind by its mother. She doesnt have the necessary tools to raise this little thing by herself so she comes to your muse for help! Lets give it a name!

* Yuna and muse A died together. They are now in purgatory. Heaven and Hell does not exist. Only a deep dark void that looms over yonder. They can choose to roam the land for eternity as a spirit, or venture into the pit of darkness and become one with absolute nothingness. Thus, they will cease to exist. Choose your fate.

[worldofthevoidwalker]

Thicc shake and preg flower

*Void let’s out a surprised moan as her ass and thighs grow and as her stomach swells with a new life* oh~? Who decided to give me this surprise~?

[evil-daily-ac]

Coughs void could fit 9 eggs if he wasnt a coward

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

I have been summoned from the void to speak of ancient wrongs

I, too, endorse this. Also that post also has my first ever fanart for warhammer. And it was egg preg adjacent. I don't think there ever was hope for me, I am happy to the Egg laying primarchs spread

the cloaca post with Magnus laying an egg,,, ngfdddssss;; a

he experiments with different foods and supplements to produce different yolk qualities! ...you pick up odd hobbies when you're stuck in the warp

[inkyquince]

I found my old Whit preg drabble if you wanna read 👉👈

Your phone vibrates next to you at 2am, and squinting through the harsh glare you see a simple text from someone you thought left you for good.

  "come outside, hurry"

  Your belly is incredibly swollen at this point, faint bruises from the baby's kicks all over your tummy. You have difficulty sitting up to actually get out of bed, putting a hand on your curve to help move the weight. Robin normally has to help you up in the mornings now.

  Finally you manage to throw on your pregnancy robe and waddle through the orphanage, being extra careful to not wake anyone up. You see other orphans sitting in the rec rooms, smoking or whispering to each other, some are quietly crying while their friend comforts them. Others are eating midnight snacks, starting vacantly into space while chewing. The few who notice you give soft smiles or even a wave.

  You finally make it outside and are genuinely surprised to see Whitney there with his beat up truck, parked under a flickering street light. A part of you was convinced it was a fever dream, that you missed him so much your mind was imagining text messages, anything to help fill the void he left you and your baby in. He leans against the cold metal door of his truck with a cigarette between his teeth, hands in his varsity jacket pockets. You're worried for a moment that this is a trick, that any moment his friends will come out and surround you, beat you and your unborn baby for daring to exist when Whitney didn't want them to.

  You breathe deep through your nose and calm your heart.

  No.

  Whitney may do many things, but he'd never do that. You hope.

  Whitney himself is trying to keep his cool. He thought he'd be prepared for when he saw you again, but he isn't. He knows he never would be.

  He watches you waddle down the front stairway, hand on the bottom curve of your belly as you carefully put one foot in front of the other. Your hair is a tangled mess, eyes bleary with sleep as you meet him under moonlight. 

  You're the most beautiful thing he's ever fucking seen.

  The only reason he doesn't rush to grab your hand and help you down the stairs is because he doesn't trust his self control. So many months working at the docks, at the farms on the edge of town, everywhere he could get work, and not seeing you the entire time. His hands have more calluses and scars now, gained from hard work instead of fighting. 

  And all he wants to do is use them to rip off your clothes and fuck you senseless on the street.

  "W-Whitney? What's going on? I um...I didn't expect to see you again..."

  Your arms wrap around yourself, pushing your already massive, milk filled breasts closer together, and he has to bite his tongue to remember what he was going to say. 

  Of course you didn't expect to see him again, he thinks bitterly. He's an asshole, he knows this and you know it. Why would he stay? It's not like he actually ever told you how much he loves your smile. Or your voice, how cute it is that you can talk and fill his silence with the most boring things, but when you talk about them he's fascinated. How much he adores your soft kisses and pleasured mewls as he fucks you wherever and whenever he wants; knowing, trusting, that he'd be mindful of your limits. 

  He refuses to remember how little he cared for your comfort at the start of your…"relationship". 

  "Yeah, I've been busy, stupid." He sees you flinch at the name, and grunts in frustration. Normally you don't care what he calls you, but too late he realizes that you probably think he hates you now. 

  "What's the occasion?" You ask, looking off to the side.

  "We're gonna get your shit and pile it in the trunk with my stuff." He pulls his hand out of his pocket and slaps his truck with a dull 'thunk'.

  "We're leaving this shithole town tonight. I've already got a place rented out up north. You said you liked the snow right?"

  You stare at him with a blank expression, and he feels sweat gather on his palms. He may call you stupid all the time, but he knows you’re probably one of the most powerful people in this town. He's seen your test scores, how easy it is for you to manipulate people, the gangs and underground hustlers that recognize you and ask when you'll be back to "give them a show". 

  It would be so easy for you to beat his ass, even while pregnant, and break his heart right now. 

  He still doesn't understand why you didn't that first day he shoved you in the school hallway. He's seen you get cornered by a pack of wolf boys and get out unscathed. He hopes that...maybe the reason why is because...you see something in him? Something that he doesn't even see?

  And you’re a slut, that he knows for sure.

  "You...you came to take me away?"

  He doesn't like the disbelief in your voice. He hates that it's an open window that shows all the shit you've gone through. How many times have you been harassed or raped? How many times were your needs and wants  ignored by selfish assholes like him?

  Not anymore, he thinks. 

  "Yeah. You're my slut right? Whitney's Property." Your hand moves to the tattoo hidden under your robe, resting right above your heart. 

  "You're carrying my kid, and I ain't letting them grow up in a shithole like this." He scuffs his sneaker on the dusty sidewalk. "And when their brothers and sisters come, I want them to have a nice place to grow up in."

  He can't look you in the eye any longer, his soul feels exposed. 

  You waddle closer to him and the adorable image almost makes him smile. Your soft hand, so tiny compared to his, cups his cheek. 

  "Thank you." You whisper. 

  He closes his eyes as you kiss him, so delicate and sweet. It almost makes him want to cry, for the first time since he was a kid. 

  As soon as you pull away he feels the air shift, and you're smiling at him like it hasn't been literal months since you've last seen each other.

  "I'm so excited to see our new home! Can I invite Robin and Kylar? Oh! And Great Hawk, Eden, and Black Wolf! They're gonna wanna see it! And I'm sure they'd miss me if I just left without saying anything...Oh! On the way there can we get some cinnamon rolls!? I really want a cinnamon roll!"

  You waddle back to the orphanage while still idly chatting, dragging him behind you by his hand. 

  Whitney is genuinely amazed, and a bit terrified. You're already acting like the airhead he thought you were for so long and knowing that it's not your default, but an act you put on, is a sobering experience.

If you like acting that way, fine by him. But if you don't...maybe he can give you the kind of security you need to realize you don't have to be anything other than yourself with him.

[6azia]

𝟷𝟶|𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 Part 9 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ᴅᴇ

Warning:18+

He'll take the title of sinner, he'll watch the devil dance, he's tired of the fear he's lived his life in.

For once he'll indulge; for once he knows what he wants. You're the one thing he's ever wanted in his life, and with the power of a free man he'll take you. He'll rebuild his home with you with his broken hands, and finally escape from the cruel world. And now his strength is no longer fake - he's not a little boy who has no power against his parents, and he's not a teenager who has no power against the Commission. Now he can really protect you, protect his family , protect his home .

If his happiness is a sin, if finally having real power is a sin, then he'll take the one chance he has to finally feel complete. He'll build his home off his blood and bones, and nirvana can never compare to having you in his arms. How could he ever continue to live in a cruel world and pretend it will all be worth it in the end? How could he ever be forced to have pain ingrained in his psyche and have the universe call him a bad person for wanting something else? It is truly an unkind world that he was brought into. The universe provides no empathy, and God will truly be the cruelest if he punishes Hawks- Keigo for finding it in you.

His hands grab all over your body as the kiss becomes more frantic, pushing forward until your legs hit the bed and you fall on your back. Neither of you seem to be concerned with getting air, just getting a taste of what has been denied to you for all these years. And now it's in front of him, in the safety of his nest, hands travelling to territories he shouldn't cross - but he does , and he has never felt more alive than at this moment.

He only breaks the kiss to pull your shirt over your head, and then his eyes look down when he feels a dip beneath your belly button. He pulls back and traces the scar line, looking at it curiously until he realizes what it must be for.

❝I- uh...❞ You swallow thickly, ❝He decided this would be easiest way to avoid getting preg-❞

He cuts you off with a kiss, it's a painful reality for both of you to hear out loud. But he thinks it's better this way - your love will live and die with you both. No proof, no evidence, no one else will be brought into this world of cruelty. It hurts, obviously, knowing that his family will never expand past you; he always thought that he'd want a family to fill the void inside. But you're doing it all for him, you're his family - wife, sister, daughter, it's sick that you can fit all these roles for him, but it just means he's able to be satisfied in the end. You're his family. He loves you like family, no matter what form it comes in. He's blurred the lines between the different types of love, because all that matters is the fact that he won't be alone anymore.

It's messy, sloppy, honestly he's going way too fast with the way he fingers your cunt and burns kisses into your body. He's trying to go as quick as he can before his brain can catch up, he needs to make you his before he hesitates again. He wants to bottle this feeling and keep it forever, but nothing is ever permanent so he needs to make the most of this moment. When this is over he'll have to go back to being the Pro-Hero Hawks, and you'll have to go back to being only his younger sister.

But when he sinks himself inside you all that matters is the way you beg for more . You're his entire world right now, he has no responsibilities other than making you feel good . He fucks into your cunt, the sounds of sin filling the room, but it doesn't sound much different from the nights he's spent with people who weren't his sister.

He sees a bliss in your eyes that must be reflected in his own, in a way you're both trying to reclaim something in each other. He will never forget the years of loneliness and pain he suffered, and then the years that followed of hiding behind a carefully crafted facade to avoid a confrontation with himself. He still can't take care of himself, and didn't want to build a space for himself to process through all the hurt. But now he can build that space in your emptiness, and you can fill yourself in him too; you can both share the loneliness and longing inside your tired bones. In the end, everything you were both looking for can be found in the other.

❝ I love you! ❞ You cry, something you've probably always wanted to say genuinely, and something that he's always wanted to hear from you. ❝I love you, I love you, I love you- ❞

He's snapping his hips against yours at a frantic pace, cockhead brusing your cervix and he can't seem to slow himself down. The higher he flies the longer he'll fall, and there's no greater lightness than watching the sun get further and further away as the wax melts against his back and splatter along his feet and fingertips. He feels electricity coursing through him, the red of his blood is the colour of pure love, the only thing he can thing about his continuing down this hedonistic path because nothing has ever felt better than fucking you right now.

He laces his finger with yours, keeping his mouth pressed against yours as he tries to connect you both as much as possible. He feels your heat mixing with his, eyes blurring from the lust sparking in his head. His lips wander to mark along your neck and jaw, no longer muffling your sounds. He lets you scream, wants you to cry as loud as you can, let God's ears hurt from the sounds of the children that he abandone d. Satan cannot wait to get his hands on Keigo's soul, but for now he will allow himself to experience heaven in your body.

He hears your gasps as your body twitches violently, head burying into his shoulder as you experience your blessings in his temple. A few more thrusts and he soon follows suit, never travelling too far behind you. And then the sparks slowly fade away, leaving two people, impossibly human , laying on a bed in a mix of heavy breaths and sweat, letting the guilt finally resettle in his stomach.

Is this his only way to finally rebel and win? Was there anything else he could've done to avoid this? You wrap your arms around his necks and pull his body against yours, covering your hearts from the world, the quick beats only felt by each other. There is no healing the wounds of fate, no way to erase the scars of the past; the only thing left to do is watch you both bleed together.

There is no beauty in finding solace in your tears, the only thing he can do is allow the same trail of crystals to flow down his own face. There is nothing to do than to acknowledge the viciousness of reality - to allow you both to finally sob at the unfairness, succumbing to the inevitable death that comes with letting you both fall. But if he must die then it is by his own terms, if he is to fall it is because he chooses not to fly, not because he had his wings stolen away from him. And hand in hand, under the saturated oranges, pinks, and blues in the sky, your soft fingers will intertwine with his; the wind stabbing through his body - but it is a welcome feeling to be the cause of his own destruction.

And now, he has never felt more vulnerable than being naked in his bed. But you're here with him, with a look of fear you'll never be able to unlearn, but you still hold him close because you at least have a choice to. There is no happy ending for you both, only happy moments that he'll hold onto desperately, and when they are over he'll grieve again for a life he cannot have, with a sister he cannot show the beauties of the world because you have already been drowning in the ugly.

After his one true victory, he realizes this is what it must feel like to truly fail. But this is the choice he has made for himself, and, strangely enough, it doesn't hurt. Because even if he has failed the world he was brought into, the people he vowed to protect, he knows that you will forgive him for it. You will hold him while he bleeds and cry, bleeding and crying with him.

❝S'okay, Dove.❞ He says quietly, ❝I got you.❞

[dedicatedfollower467]

bro. BRO. i have so many wips. buckle the FUCK up.

idk how many of these i would consider "active" wips but FUCK IT. YOU GET EM ALL.

some of these are nsfw and their titles are also nsfw because my wip titles are almost always descriptive.

soft tender vashwood smut

vash has no genitals

vashwood hanahaki

"oops we're in charge of a lost half-plant baby now"

I GUESS IM WRITING THE BABY FIC THEN, APPARENTLY

twins' bio mom

vashwood telepathic bonding

ww rescues livio

millions vash hivemind razlo pov fic

livio/razlo nonsense

void dream sibling choices everybody lives

that which we call a rose

more ogrim fic

cornifer and iselda adopt lost kin

lwj whump h/c rape fic

the untamed omegaverse idea

jzx is in the sword

jzx time travel fixit

i'm my own uncle au

lxc/jc "congratulations on killing a man you love"

trans jgy

roy/maes/gracia/riza polycule

fma omegaverse wingfic shut up

mustang on trial

fractured hearts

camp counselor papyrus

double baby blasters au

continuation of brother brother father sun

all this, and heaven too

rqg daemon au

rqg de-age au

rqg/sf crossover

18 month gap al tahan angst fic

egg preg au

guardian of the forest grizzop

grizzop first time fic

rqg omegaverse subvocalizations

david 7 has no genitalia and that's really fucking annoying

WOLF ARCHIVE WOLF ARCHIVE WOLF ARCHIVE

mom said it's my turn to write the time travel fixit au

this bad boy can fit so much found family trope in it

smells like belonging

can't find a reason

Sad Repressed Adult Dirk No Sburb AU

Big Brother Dave and Little Dirk run away from Bro

The Universal Truth of Karkats

hs guardian revive au but with like. bullet points and shit.

That Weird Human Sexuality Pity Party Thing

aa omegaverse draft 1

aa omegaverse draft 2

broken halos and tarnished wings

langworth one night stand

ace attorney soulmate au

That One Klapollo Fic With the Secret Boyfriend Shenanigans

Bilbo Baggins, Honorary Dwarf

thorin pov story

That Slow Burn Sakuryou Fic Because I Have No Self Control

GO ineffable husbands slowburn

STAR WARS ROBOT FEELS

why is six afraid of seven

doctor who: same song, different verse

yeah i don't think i even KNOW 61 fic authors. @starrygazingpie @consultingjedi @bluerayofsunshine and uh.... 58 other people who also wanna do this, go for it.

WIP ask game

tagged by @treshmind

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

oh god i not only have too many wips, i also suck at naming things so theyre all very boring and generic.............

gonna just go over the ones that are totally unpublished:

a tenday

restoration

snow

company

bite

good behavior

in blood

i dont know if i can tag 7 people LMAO @sadakotetsuwan, @gingerbloof, @charmandabear, @rsxavior how about we make a deal where 3 people who read this that write pretend i tagged them 🥲🥲🥲 that'll teach me to have so many unfinished projects

[tomhollandisabae]

Requests are open now!!

•So firstly I'll be starting by cleaning my inbox as a matter of fact that i have a few requests left, but if u want u can send me ur own now!!

•Just take into consideration that i'm studying 24/7 cuz school sucks and i might not be answering ur requests as fast:(

•These are the characters that i'm writting for:

-Tom Holland

-AVENGERS; Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Erik Killmonger, Loki, Bucky Barnes & Stephen Strange

-HARRY POTTER; Draco Malfoy, Oliver Wood & Cendric Diggory

-FANTASTIC BEASTS; Newt Scamander & Percival Graves

-MAZE RUNNER; Newt, Thomas & Gally

-STAR WARS; Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Poe Dameron & Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Dylan O'brien, Stiles Stilinski & Void!Stiles

-PEAKY BLINDERS; Michael Gray

-Chris Evans

•Rules;

-Send me full requests (with a plot)

-I write smut (rough, dom!), but not too freaky

-I write for fem!reader, preg!reader, daughter!reader & black!reader (and so go on for star wars, avengers etc.)

-I don't write about anxiety, PTSD and eating disorders

Masterlist

[wolfsrainrules]

Have you heard about the theory where Midoriya's dad is Endeavour's lil bro? Because if it isn't too much, could you do headcanons about good!dad!enji and husashi with their kids? You don't have too if ya don't want to ^^. Also, have a great day/night you beautiful baby uwu

I HAVE in fact, read exactly one (1) fic like that, a long time ago. I cannot remember the name, but I remember thinking “OH NO THATS NEAT” Thank you! I’m having a good time tonight (early morning its like 3am). @north-peach when you see this later, i figured you’d like to add on XD

–Enji brought Hisashi to every single ultra sound for his four kids. 

–In fact, the day he found out about his first kid, he barreled to his brother’s house, still holding the preg test in hand, and kicked the door down to yell about being a father and waving the stick around like an idiot.

He accidentally set his brother’s couch on fire, and then had to tell his sister in law, why her couch was ash. 

Inko laughed so hard she cried.

(Enji replaced the couch that day)

–Inko then sat down and helped Enji pick out some gender neutral baby clothes (since they didn’t know the gender yet at the time) 

–Hisashi LOVES his nephews and niece and called Rei crazy for wanting to have ‘this lug’s kids’.

–Hisashi and Enji both sat the boys down, and explained about BOYS  and what they were going to do to them, when they finally noticed Fuyumi.

(Fuyumi was very confused at the time)

–Enji carried pictures of his kids in his wallet. Like….Hughes from FMA  level pictures.

–Hisashi, when he finds out about Izuku, loses his entire mind, screeches, accidentally breathes fire and sets the tablecloth on fire, yells at his wife “HOLD ON I GOTTA TELL ENJI”

scrambles for his phone, knocks into every piece of furniture in the way, and exhales smoke and embers the entire time.

He calls Enji- who is at work at the time, which Hisashi didn’t think about but usually does (Izu will get his analysis from his father in this AU) and Enji will answer in a panic b.c his lil brother is calling DURING WORK HOURS??–

and he literally yells into the phone as soon as he hears “Hisashi??” 

“HEY ENJI, YOURE GONNA BE AN UNCLE. IM HAVING A BABY” at full volume, like an excited child in a candy store with 200$,

–Enji loses his entire mind, mid patrol, and proceeds to yell, full volume like the idiot all Todoroki’s secretly are (or will be) for their family as a whole “I’M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE???!”

–its all over social media like 20secs after it leaves his mouth.

–Enji shows up, smoking, in hero costume, having FLOWN HIMSELF OVER LIKE A FUCKING ROCKET MAN, five mins later so he can freak out over this fact with his little brother in person and coo at Inko’s still flat stomach

–And then he realizes that this means future Izuku (unnamed at the time) is going to be born around the time future Shouto (also unnamed) is and proceeds to basically climb the room and screech into the void for five mins before he comes barreling back down like “THEY”RE GONNA BE BROTHERS HISASHI.”

—Toddler yrs are great. All the kids learn to play and have a blast with both brothers, and Enji and Hisashi have a literal BLAST trying to outdo each other during games of “Dragons” and such (b.c with a majority rule in fire quirks of course they do)

—Izuku proves to be very, very smart, Kacchan joins this group of protective fiery little monsters and they don’t put up with any of his shit even as tiny tots. So Kacchan gets an EARLY AS FUCK attitude adjustment and it changes everything.

–Izuku gets diagnosed as Quirkless.

–It doesnt slow any of them down. Enji and Hisashi just adjust plans for heroing quirkless, Enji goes on some MAJOR campains for Quirkless support and discrimination (which ripples down b.c he IS Number Two Hero, and his actions cause reactions) 

–The other boys and Fuyumi all help Izuku and Izuku who goes to school with Kacchan and Shouta has a Protection Squad that Dont Take No Shit

Not to mention Izu has been training with the Todoroki fam forever and he knows how to defend himself, so he ALSO dont take no shit

–Hisashi and Enji only have one kidnap attempt per child, and each of them end in fire and brimstone and screaming. And then Lawyer Mama Inko gets involved and the kidnappers family for four generations in both directions WEEPS.

–When the day comes that Shouto and Izu get taken, they get taken together.

–Enji and Hisashi get a text from Izuku, thats basically just “CODE HELLFIRE” which is basically “Hey, um, kidnapping in progress!!”

–As each child had grown, they had all helped with the proceeding child’s “Code Hellfire” (named such b.c thats what they’d all bring down on the kidnappers) and now they taken the BABIES of the family AT THE SAME TIME.

The entire Todoroki family rampages across the city together for this one, Inko sitting like a queen at a control center, hooked into the entire mess via cameras at her brother-in-law’s agency, calling shots and being TERRIFYING the way we all know she can be

An entire villain gang BURNS for this.

By the time they get there, Izu and Shouto have already freed themselves, and were mid-escape.

Izuku punched Enji in the face.

Enji was so proud he got his nephew ice cream

Hisashi laughed so hard he cried, b.c Izu BROKE Enji’s nose, and then FLIPPED him over his shoulder before he realized it was his uncle and stopped the rest of the instinctive follow through. 

Shouto tried to freeze Hisashi to the wall, but Hisashi reflexively melted it with fire before it worked, though it almost didn’t b.c Shouto has been training his ice with QUITE A FEW FIRE USERS HIS ENTIRE LIFE

–Hisashi is an underground hero btw. Just gonna toss that out there b.c that idea gives me l i f e. And presents the chance for AIZAWA TO BE A FAMILY FRIEND AND PREFERRED BABYSITTER 

and dadzawa shenanigans form the start.

Plus shouta MELTING over these tiny babies, who wrapped their TINY HANDS around his fingers, and try to grab his capture scarf, or his hair. 

who smiled tiny gummy smiles at him and told him “love you uncle sho” 

who do clumsy attempts at braiding his hair with chubby child fingers and show up dressed like him b.c hes a favorite hero no matter what.

AND Shouta can help his problem child with quirkless fighting

–Oh BOY when All Might chooses Izu he’s gonna face a WALL of “Hey um what the FUCK are you doing to my BABY (brother/nephew/son)

[tinybibmpreg]

hmmmmmmmmmm I'm low key torn between which of my OCs to make the one who had their kids