#you are responsible what you consume online

[gordonengineswifenirmal]

This could be applied to soooo much. People act like kids don’t have free will n the content attracts them n ruins their ohhh so innocent souls.

I remember kids being more innocent up until like 7 or 8. Around the time curiousity starts to cause them to explore their world more. I remember mum n dad not wanting me to watch beavis n butthead. So, what did u do? Purposely tried to watch beavis n butthead. Usually succeeded. This is an age when the curiosity, causes them to start pushing boundaries. Responsible parents can respond in a way that encourages honesty and safety. However, this process is natural, and shielding a child from every single trigger can actual harm them. The key is setting healthy boundaries.

My mum taught me about the birds and bees. She was very honest about how painful it could be. She was honest in saying she wanted to have a daughter, but it’s often the pain closest to death. Knowing how much I hate pain, I was like nope. She didn’t glorify it, n was quite ok with me not having children. She allowed me to explore that decision without pressure. She was faaarrrr from perfect, but she granted me that.

Kids are impressionable. The more it’s glorified, they’ll be more curious about it. And to be honest, peer pressure plays an important role. A child’s peers will judge them, and force them into the ‘jumping off the bridge mentality’.

If anything, kids often feel they have more of a voice online. People listen to them more than they do in real life. They r probably used to being dismissed more. Unfortunately, this also allows them to be exposed to more peers, often other impressionable people - or those who will manipulate them for their own desires.

This is why you see so many people blindly agree to things, especially when compelled by peer pressure. This should be the real concern. The problem is that curbing peer pressure is an immense challenge.

Kids on their own may or may not feel a certain way about media. They might like it, or they might not. However, when peers influence them - when peers pressure them, especially by bullying, gaslighting (in this case, it’s often about trying to make them feel bad, or unworthy for what they believe. They are less influenced by the media itself, and more about others reactions to it.

If a kid likes an outfit or article of clothing, and their peers don’t, they are more likely to give in, because they don’t want their peers to think badly of them or chastise them. This carries on into adulthood. This is a major issue with society, and why people are so obsessed with getting Botox, plastic surgery, etc. and not accepting themselves as they are. Unfortunately, capitalism also banks on this as well.

With that being said, peers - and society - punish those who rebel, who don’t conform. Who are strong enough to break out on their own.

Unfortunately, paedophiles factor in as opportunists. They simply take advantage of vulnerabilities. That’s what makes it so terrifying these days - kids are listening to what people tell them, or what they disorderly consume through the news, along with peer pressure. This causes them to defend ACTUAL paedophiles, and victimise, bully - innocent people.

They become lackeys for the real villains not so much because of the media, but because of the peer pressure involved with it. The popular opinion and the gullibility, the easily impressionable mind betrays them.

Good morning! I’m salty.

I think we, as a general community, need to start taking this little moment more seriously.

This, right here? This is asking for consent. It’s a legal necessity, yes, but it is also you, the reader, actively consenting to see adult content; and in doing so, saying that you are of an age to see it, and that you’re emotionally capable of handling it.

You find the content you find behind this warning disgusting, horrifying, upsetting, triggering? You consented. You said you could handle it, and you were able to back out at any time. You take responsibility for yourself when you click through this, and so long as the creator used warnings and tags correctly, you bear full responsibility for its impact on you.

“Children are going to lie about their age” is probably true, but that’s the problem of them and the people who are responsible for them, not the people that they lie to.

If you’re not prepared to see adult content, created by and for adults, don’t fucking click through this. And if you do, for all that’s holy, don’t blame anyone else for it.

[magicalducktyrant]

CAUTION!!!

Please do not proceed

If you can not handle the following.

Blood

Depection of human anatomy

Depection of skeletal anatomy.

Please do not proceed if you cannot handle those.

You are responsible for what you consume online.

If bubonic plant was realistic or semi-realistic.

I feel like he'd look like this.

Since cuz ya know...

The bubonic plant looks like this?

I just made smaller contrast so it would fit my style.

I love me some messy rendering.

Also remember

You are responsible for what you consume online.

So be responsible for what you consume.

[hananoami]

Sometimes it really feels like the devs are trying to see exactly how spicy and explicit they can make the game before they have to raise the rating-

exhibit A) Sylus

Exhibit B) the trailer for the newest event

If you've played their other game Love and Producer / Mister Love: Queen's Choice (MLQC) then you know they know how to keep it super spicy/suggestive. It's never explicit in context, but with a wild imagination well... IYKYK.

While I do raise my eyebrows at the current age rating 🤨 the rating of the game mostly depends on your native country and the app store you download it from. So if anything the blame also lies with Google Playstore and the Apple Store for misleading.

Of course there's even a disclaimer about the age limit at the start of the load in screen, but most people overlook it or choose to intentionally ignore the warning.. 🤷‍♀️

[sneakystorms]

When i think about the messed up ways people treat sharing art online i always end up thinking about thank yous. Like when a youtuber takes the time to thank their audience, not for financial support or even for sharing the video with friends but just "my last video got more views than any previous, thank you guys so much" and so on like...

I KNOW it's so minor and most of the time it probably comes down to courtesy and ingrained social ritual but in the context of the insanely toxic mindset yt and other content sharing platforms encourage in their creatives... The idea that watching your video is a FAVOUR or service that I'm doing you out of kindness rather than something i watched for the selfish purpose of enjoying it..... It doesn't sit well with me....

And i do realise that especially on a small scale communities are way more pleasant to be in if there is a level of "I'll give this person's work the time of the day because i want them to feel good" type mentality. But content sharing platforms usually encourage chasing interaction for its own sake and once you get into that mindset if you're thinking about it in terms of "more interaction = people being nice to me / less interaction= people being mean to me" you're just gonna have such a bad time. And really it morphs into a kind of entitlement where artists feel wronged if a piece of theirs doesn't "do well".

Idk i guess i recognise the value of ppl taking a bit of responsibility for the happiness of others in their community or even that of total strangers but still i just hate it when things that are supposed to be done for your own fun are turned into things you do for other people to make them feel better. The flipside of this btw (as in another thing which is super minor and probably has more to do with preexisting rules of courtesy than anything specific about social media but which is still indicative of an unhealthy way to view making and sharing and consuming art) is when artists feel the need to apologise for not sharing enough content for whatever reason. As if they're obligated to do so for their audience's sake

[fullhalalalchemist]

URGENT: 🚨🚨EARN IT ACT IS BACK IN THE SENATE 🚨🚨 TUMBLR’S NSFW BAN HITTING THE ENTIRE INTERNET THIS SUMMER 2023

April 28, 2023

I’m so sorry for the long post but please please please pay attention and spread this

What is the EARN IT Act?

The EARN IT Act (s. 1207) has been roundly condemned by nearly every major LGBTQ+ advocacy and human rights organization in the country.

This is the third time the Senate has been trying to force this through, and I talked about it last year. It is a bill that claims "protects children and victims against CSAM" by creating an unelected and politically appointed national commission of law enforcement specialists to dictate "best practices" that websites all across the nation will be forced to follow. (Keep in mind, most websites in the world are created in the US, so this has global ramifications). These "best practices" would include killing encryption so that any law enforcement can scan and see every single message, dm, photo, cloud storage, data, and any website you have every so much as glanced at. Contrary to popular belief, no they actually can't already do that. These "best practices" also create new laws for "removing CSAM" online, leading to mass censorship of non-CSAM content like what happened to tumblr. Keep in mind that groups like NCOSE, an anti-LGBT hate group, will be allowed on this commission. If websites don't follow these best practices, they lose their Section 230 protections, leading to mass censorship either way.

Section 230 is foundational to modern online communications. It's the entire reason social media exists. It grants legal protection to users and websites, and says that websites aren't responsible for what users upload online unless it's criminal. Without Section 230, websites are at the mercy of whatever bullshit regulatory laws any and every US state passes. Imagine if Texas and Florida were allowed to say what you can and can't publish and access online. That is what will happen if EARN IT passes. (For context, Trump wanted to get rid of Section 230 because he knew it would lead to mass govt surveillance and censorship of minorities online.)

This is really not a drill. Anyone who makes or consume anything “adult” and LGBT online has to be prepared to fight Sen. Blumenthal’s EARN IT Act, brought back from the grave by a bipartisan consensus to destroy Section 230. If this bill passes, we’re going to see most, if not all, adult content and accounts removed from mainstream platforms. This will include anything related to LGBT content, including SFW fanfiction, for example. Youtube, Twitter, Reddit, Tiktok, Tumblr, all of them will be completely gutted of anything related to LGBT content, abortion healthcare, resources for victims of any type of abuse, etc. It is a right-wing fascists wet dream, which is why NCOSE is behind this bill and why another name for this bill is named in reference to NCOSE.

NCOSE used to be named Morality in Media, and has rebranded into an "anti-trafficking" organization. They are a hate group that has made millions off of being "against trafficking" while helping almost no victims and pushing for homophobic laws globally. They have successfully pushing the idea that any form of sexual expression, including talking about HEALTH, leads to sex trafficking. That's how SESTA passed. Their goal is to eliminate all sex, anything gay, and everything that goes against their idea of ‘God’ from the internet and hyper disney-fy and sanitize it. This is a highly coordinated attack on multiple fronts.

The EARN IT Act will lead to mass online censorship and surveillance. Platforms will be forced to scan their users’ communications and censor all sex-related content, including sex education, literally anything lgbt, transgender or non-binary education and support systems, aything related to abortion, and sex worker communication according to the ACLU. All this in the name of “protecting kids” and “fighting CSAM”, both of which the bill does nothing of the sort. In fact it makes fighting CSEM even harder.

EARN IT will open the way for politicians to define the category of “pornography" as they — or the lobbies that fund them — please. The same way that right-wing groups have successfully banned books about race and LGBT, are banning trans people from existing, all under the guise of protecting children from "grooming and exploitation", is how they will successfully censor the internet.

As long as state legislatures can tie in "fighting CSAM" to their bullshit laws, they can use EARN IT to censor and surveill whatever they want.

This is already a nightmare enough. But the bill also DESTROYS ENCRYPTION, you know, the thing protecting literally anyone or any govt entity from going into your private messages and emails and anything on your devices and spying on you.

This bill is going to finish what FOSTA/SESTA started. And that should terrify you.

Senator Blumenthal (Same guy who said ‘Facebook should ban finsta’) pushed this bill all of 2020, literally every activist (There were more than half a million signatures on this site opposing this act!) pushed hard to stop this bill. Now he brings it back, doesn’t show the text of the bill until hours later, and it’s WORSE. Instead of fixing literally anything in the bill that might actually protect kids online, Bluemnthal is hoping to fast track this and shove it through, hoping to get little media attention other than propaganda of “protecting kids” to support this shitty legislation that will harm kids. Blumental doesn't care about protecting anyone, and only wants his name in headlines.

It will make CSAM much much worse.

One of the many reasons this bill is so dangerous: It totally misunderstands how Section 230 works, and in doing so (as with FOSTA) it is likely to make the very real problem of CSAM worse, not better. Section 230 gives companies the flexibility to try different approaches to dealing with various content moderation challenges. It allows for greater and greater experimentation and adjustments as they learn what works – without fear of liability for any “failure.” Removing Section 230 protections does the opposite. It says if you do anything, you may face crippling legal liability. This actually makes companies less willing to do anything that involves trying to seek out, take down, and report CSAM because of the greatly increased liability that comes with admitting that there is CSAM on your platform to search for and deal with. This liability would allow anyone for any reason to sue any platform they want, suing smaller ones out of existence. Look at what is happening right now with book bans across the nation with far right groups. This is going to happen to the internet if this bill passes.

(Remember, the state department released a report in December 2021 recommending that the government crack down on “obscenity” as hard the Reagan Administration did. If this bill passes, it could easily go way beyond shit red states are currently trying. It is a goldmine for the fascist right that is currently in the middle of banning every book that talks about race and sexuality across the US.)

The reason these bills keep showing up is because there is this false lie spread by organizations like NCOSE that platforms do nothing about CSEM online. However, platforms are already liable for child sexual exploitation under federal law. Tech companies sent more than 45 million+ instances of CSAM to the DOJ in 2019 alone, most of which they declined to investigate. This shows that platforms are actually doing everything in their power already to stop CSEM by following already existing laws. The Earn It Act includes zero resources for proven investigation or prevention programs. If Senator Bluementhal actually cared about protecting youth, why wouldn’t he include anything to actually protect them in his shitty horrible bill? EARN IT is actually likely to make prosecuting child molesters more difficult since evidence collected this way likely violates the Fourth Amendment and would be inadmissible in court.

I don’t know why so many Senators are eager to cosponsor the “make child pornography worse” bill, but here we are.

HOW TO FIGHT BACK

EARN IT Act was introduced just two weeks ago and is already being fast-tracked. It will be marked up the week of May 1st and head to the Senate floor immediately after. If there is no loud and consistent opposition, it will be law by JUNE! Most bills never go to markup, so this means they are putting pressure to move this through. There are already 20 co-sponsors, a fifth of the entire Senate. This is an uphill battle and it is very much all hands on deck.

CALL YOUR REPRESENTATIVES.

This website takes you to your Senator / House members contact info. EMAIL, MESSAGE, SEND LETTERS, CALL CALL CALL CALL CALL. Calling is the BEST way to get a message through. Get your family and friends to send calls too. This is literally the end of free speech online.

(202) 224-3121 connects you to the congressional hotline. Here is a call script if you don't know what to say. Call them every day. Even on the weekends, leaving voicemails are fine.

2. Sign these petitions!

Link to Petition 1

Link to Petition 2

3. SPREAD THE WORD ONLINE

If you have any social media, spread this online. One of the best ways we fought back against this last year was MASSIVE spread online. Tiktok, reddit, twitter, discord, whatever means you have at least mention it. We could see most social media die out by this fall if we don't fight back.

Here is a linktree with more information on this bill including a masterpost of articles, the links to petitions, and the call script.

DISCORD LINK IF YOU WANT TO HELP FIGHT IT

TLDR: The EARN IT Act will lead to online censorship of any and all adult & lgbt content across the entire internet, open the floodgates to mass surveillance the likes which we haven’t seen before, lead to much more CSEM being distributed online, and destroy encryption. Call 202-224-3121 to connect to your house and senate representative and tell them to VOTE NO on this bill that does not protect anyone and harms everyone.

[moved-to-slayfk]

posting here because this just doesn’t feel right to talk about in the horseimagebarn voice but this is extremely important to talk about.

my partner and i have returned to our hometown to stay with her family and my own has gotten a hotel here too (they moved to the town we currently live in after we did) so we are all safe and out of the thick of it

however there are tens of thousands of people who are not both in my own town and in the many surrounding it. appalachia will take an extremely long time to recover from this and there are more storms on the way. all i see on social media right now is people asking for shelter because their homes have been destroyed, or people asking for help searching for family members who are missing. hundreds of trees have fallen. hundreds of homes have flooded. roads are literally falling apart. preexisting sinkholes due to shitty pipes are opening up and consuming land. dams are on the verge of bursting and the only way to stop it is to release water so quickly it floods whole towns. all but one of our cell towers are down, so only people with at&t have service and the rest can’t contact anyone. over half the town still doesn’t have power. a major water supply issue occurred and the entire town is on a water boil order with no electricity to boil with. people are trapped in their homes and workplaces or out on the street because they have nowhere to go. law enforcement is blocking off roads but trapping people in the process. people have to be rescued by helicopter. our animal shelter has no water or power and boarding facilities have been flooded. entire villages like chimney rock nc are gone, and entire cities like asheville are cut off from the rest of the state and are completely inaccessible. ALL OF THE ROADS IN WESTERN NORTH CAROLINA ARE CLOSED. 400+ roads are closed because they are unsafe . that is INSANE!!!

when people say that climate change isn’t real, they don’t know what they’re talking about. climate change and its father capitalism are only going to continue to worsen lives in every way possible. i live in the mountains and our infrastructure is completely unprepared to handle hurricanes and it’s only going to get worse. it’s such a strange and eye-opening experience to live something like this when you think that it could never happen to you because that type of weather shouldn’t reach you in your environment. climate change doesn’t care where you live. it’s real.

western north carolina and the rest of the southeast that has been hit by helene need help. more people need to be talking about this so that the government DOES SOMETHING because the government historically fucking hates appalachia and it still does!!! the major state institution near me took DAYS to respond despite being the only place in town with power and wifi connection because they had to wait for the state to approve their response—they could have allowed thousands of people to evacuate days prior to the hurricane hitting us but they didn’t do anything before or after until it was too late!!! it’s bullshit!!! PLEASE get talking about this because something has to be done. climate change is going to continue happening and our mountains and the people in them are going to suffer immensely. hundreds if not thousands are now homeless. please talk about this look at the footage online of the wreckage and look how quickly our infrastructure crumbled. we need better. the people of appalachia deserve better.

i’ll get back to posting horses soon. but for now this is a lot. my friends are homeless and my family had to get off the mountain or be trapped there without power and water for days. we’re all safe but exhausted. i hope everyone who has been affected by this is staying safe. if you are in western nc, dm me. when i come back, if you’re in my area, im happy to bring supplies. stay safe everyone

[back2bluesidex]

Slippin' Under - JJK (18+) [Preview]

Pairing: Bully!Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: angst, toxic workplace settings, bullying, class difference, haters to lovers au

Word count: 0.4k (for the teaser)

Summary: "You're toxic, I'm slippin' under"

Warnings: workplace bullying, insulting the reader based on her social stature, class difference, Jungkook is a shit.

Masterlist | Patreon (For early access)

Minors, I am not responsible for what you consume online. So, act more rationally and stay away.

A/N: accepting taglist requests. make sure to have your age or mention your age when you comment down to be added.

Posting Date: 28th March

You find it hard to believe your own ears but what you are hearing are certainly moans and groans of pleasure. 

Your fingers hover over the blurred glass door of Jungkook’s cabin - not sure if you should knock or not. There’s certainly something controversial going on inside, something you have no interest in prodding in but it’s late. It’s already 9:30 at night, way past your clocking off time but you had to complete the work and now you have to go home. 

You can’t delay anymore. 

You see two silhouettes separating from each other on the other side of the door, there are some quick movements before one of the silhouettes takes quick steps towards the door. 

It opens on your face and the woman, the same one from earlier who suggested you use a convenience store perfume, comes out. She screams in horror upon seeing you standing there. 

“What the fuck? What are you doing here?” she yells at your face. 

You take a deep breath, choosing not to say anything, you point at the files. She walks away with an eye-roll.  

“May I come in?” the knock rings subduedly on the glass door. 

Jungkook groans and you take it as an affirmation. 

As you walk in, you let your eyes wander all around him. 

Jeon Jungkook is obviously handsome and that certainly contributes to his obnoxious behavior. His throat adorns several red and purple marks - proof of pleasure he just claimed. His tie hangs loose, his shirt is messily tucked in. 

If your clothes reek of sweat then his reek of arousal right now. 

“Here, the files. I have reviewed and corrected these as per instruction.” you place carefully, trying not to say something that backfires. 

Jungkook stays in his chair, eyes closed. 

“I will take-” 

“What did you see?” he cuts you off. 

“I haven’t seen anything, sir.” you add wisely. 

“Liar.” a loud laugh rings through Jungkook’s chest. He stands up. 

“Were you enjoying it? The show? I noticed you standing there for quite some time.” he takes a step towards you. 

“Don’t tell me-” Jungkook scoffs, “you weren’t jealous, were you? I bet no one has ever touched you without being disgusted by the way your dress or smell.”

Your eyes close on their own accord. Your eyes prickle again but this time with anger.

Read the full fic here

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[mortalityplays]

You need more free art.

I quit my job yesterday. Well, actually I quit my job eight weeks ago, but they finally released me yesterday for good behaviour. Don't get me wrong, I love what I do - but I do it for the wrong reasons. Working for major charities, you learn very fast that 'I want to make the world a better place' is a phrase you use to ask people for money, not to give them things. I was an ass-backwards fit for that world.

You need more free art. I need more free art. Everyone has felt the shift in our media landscape over the last ten years, away from access and towards nickel-and-diming the human experience. That lack of access is making life and culture worse for all of us, across the board. Paywalled news sites leave us less informed, attacks on the Internet Archive leave us less capable of research. Algorithmic social feeds and streaming walled gardens trap us inside smaller and smaller demographic bubbles, where we are increasingly only likely to encounter ideas that have been curated for us by marketing departments. Hasty efforts to resist AI commodification have only led to more artists locking their work away and calling for even more onerous systems of copyright law. This is not good for us.

We all need more free art.

So what am I going to do about it?

This is a question I have been asking myself for years. It's easy to sit here feeilng frustrated and thinking 'boy I hope SOMEONE does SOMETHING'. It's harder to take action in a world where I still have rent to pay. But hard doesn't mean impossible. Sometimes hard just means time-consuming, frustrating and slow. And sometimes it's worth doing something time-consuming, frustrating and slow because...I want to make the world a better place.

I'm going to do this:

1. From April 1st, I am relaunching as a freelance writer and editor.

This is the one that will (hopefully) help to pay the bills. I am a very good and experienced editor. I've worked on hollywood movies, I'm a member of the Chartered Institute of Editors and Proofreaders, I have clients who have been coming to me exclusively for more than 10 years.

Alongside bigger contract jobs, I am going to refocus on offering my services to small-press creators at a reduced rate. That means you, graphic novelists. That means you, itch and amazon writers. I want to help you develop your work, the same way I help large organisations. You can learn more about what an editor even does and what kind of pricing you can expect here.

2. I'm also going to start giving shit away. Like, constantly.

Next week I'm going to launch a new free shop. If you're unfamiliar, a free shop, giveaway shop, swap shop, etc. is an anarchist tradition of setting up a storefront where anyone can take what they like for no cost. Offline, this often means second-hand clothes, tools, furniture, food etc. Online, I am going to be giving away digital art. Copyright-free, no strings attached. It will (eventually) feature everything from print-res posters to zines, poems, tattoo flash, t-shirt designs and anything else we come up with.

Yes, I said 'we' - while this is a curated collection, it will feature work from a variety of credited and anonymous artists and activists, all of whom have agreed to give their work away to the public domain. Some of it will be practical, some of it will be political, but a lot of it will be decorative or personal. This is, in part, a response to recent difficulty I had finding somewhere that would print a one-off joke poster for a friend that featured the word 'faggot'. Enough. No middlemen - no explaining ourselves. Just print our shit and enjoy it.

I'm very, very excited about this project. I'll have more to say about it closer to the launch, but you can expect it to go live on March 27th.

2.2 I forgot to mention the ACTUAL LAUNCH GIVEAWAY

To celebrate my launch, I am going to be giving away a ton of physical prints. When I went looking for my old stock to see if it was worth setting a new (paid) storefront up, I realised I had way more old work in storage than I thought. This will be announced in its own right on Monday, but this is why I've been hinting you should go follow my Patreon.

On April 1st, I will pick 8 random patrons (from across all tiers including non-paying followers!) and mail them a bundle of assorted prints and postcards. The prize pool includes A3 and A4 posters, packs of A6 postcards, and printed minicomics that I've previously sold for up to £12 each.

You don't have to be a paying subscriber to enter - this is strictly no-purchase necessary. It is purely and entirely a celebration of the concept of GIVING ART AWAY FOR FREE.

3. PORN, YOU PERVERTS

Because I still have to pay to stay alive, I am going to be subsidising all this free art with the introduction of Fuck You Fridays. Starting from March 29th, I will drop a new 18+ short story on the last Friday of every month, over on itch.io (yes I know my page is desolate right now, don't worry I'll get there).

The first edition, Go Fuck Yourself, is about, well - telling your boss where to stick it. Julia has had it with her millionaire man-child manager, and is just about ready to let him know what she really thinks. It's a short and steamy 5k words, with a gorgeous cover illustration by @taylor-titmouse, and you can pick it up for $3 starting from March 29th.

4. ANOTHER BIG SURPRISE

I'm keeping this one under wraps for now, but April 1st will also play host to one more (FREE) launch. If you've been following me for a long time, you might remember the other significance of this date (no not April Fool's day, though that is certainly thematically relevant to this entire effort). That's all I'll say right now. Watch this space.

tl;dr: I'm sick of paywalls and career ladders. I'm literally putting my money where my mouth is. More free art for everyone and I'm not kidding around!!!

[vamph00n]

Facial ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹

ᡣ𐭩 mdni! femreaderxroomatehee

ᡣ𐭩 wc: 3k

ᡣ𐭩 synopsis: heeseung as a roomate? he’s fine, as a friend? better. it’s just heeseung, just the dude who happens to watch you fold and put away your underwear, and happens to watch you change when the bathroom door is slightly cracked open. he’s just your roomate. so what if he plays would you rather with explicit options occasionally?

ᡣ𐭩 smut tags under the cut.

ᡣ𐭩 consume what you can handle

smut tags: heeseung is a creep, reader is clueless, throat fucking, bj’s, facial duh, dubcon?, mentions of panty stealing and masturbation, mentions of bodily fluids, cum, cum eating, nasty make out, uses of the word angel,

lmk if i missed anything 🫶

enjoy!!

“no, not in a million years.” is what you said in response to a slightly unconventional question. but then again there’s no such thing between the two of you.

his arms rose in mock surrender, tilting his head at the validity of your reaction. “guess that type of thing isn’t for everyone.”

and it's not , he had just hoped that maybe you’d say something different. something to get his little computer fried brain working, running off of more than just the thought of an iniquitous act but an actual idea that was based in reality. that thing you’d hypothetically be doing. it would’ve fulfilled his nightly one handed habit better than using his left one to scroll through porn. knowing you’d do it? or have done it? that’s all he needs.

although met with disappointment, in that moment as you put away your neatly folded garments, heeseung captures a look of distaste and curiosity on your face. one that reads a lack of experience, not a lack of will. your nose scrunched at the idea, but the subtle way your lips pressed in a straight line told him. ahh it makes sense now. maybe it’s not that you’ve never considered it, but rather you’ve never tried it.

at your inconvenience, he’s still sprawled out on your bed despite demanding him to keep off. at times like this, you wonder, maybe it was a bad idea to find your roommate online, because you grossly underestimated how particular you were when it came to cleanliness. it’s not that germs freak you out, it’s that you’re rooming with a man. a recluse of one at that. yeah, he didn’t go out a lot and it’s not like he was rolling in a pile of shit; but you swore he wore the same sweater for two weeks straight without washing it, and used a three in one body wash. in a small apartment with one bathroom? those exemplar instances only lead up to future disagreements.

with the ability to ignore these minor quirks, you’d say that despite your differences you managed to become quite comfortable with him. so much so, that you seemed to brush off the fact that he was always in your room when you put away your underwear, how it went unnoticed by you when he lingered a little too long in friendly hugs, and smelled your hair a little too strongly when he’d ask what shampoo you used. cause why would you? it’s just heeseung.

maybe one of the biggest things you ignored was his odd game of would you rather. which is how we’re led up to the very question the man himself finds so interesting. initially you weren’t shocked by the ask, as he was just poking fun at how extensive your skincare routine was minutes prior.

“would you rather, not put all that gunk on your face or… let a guy give you a facial?

it’s not as outlandish as some other questions he’s asked, or as scandalous as experiences you’ve told him about. you already figured that he was just socially inept and thought nothing more of it. after all, he was an acquired taste. so of course you replied, and of course you would never because it’s nasty? at least maybe you thought it would be, because you’ve never tried it.

after lingering in your room for a bit longer, still pressing on about the question, it leads into a minor dispute. “seriously? why do you need that much stuff for your skin?” the boy sighs as he stretches out on your bed. you smack his face with a nearby throw pillow, and reiterate the same things you always tell him. maybe stuff like that didn’t matter to him, but to you it does because well, it makes you feel pretty.

whenever you talked like this, he couldn’t help but let his mind drift. if he could, and it didn’t mess up the established bond between you two; he would’ve totally told you how beautiful were.

but the idea of being “just heeseung”, a friend and a roomate; it was like a free pass to act perversely.

leaving him to his own devices, you wash up ignoring that the door was slightly cracked open. yet another thing you overlook, heeseung is a man. you knew that from the way he kept himself groomed, but otherwise? not so much. he knows how to get what he wants by being sneaky, and knows when not to be. although he’s starting to doubt that it’s just his scheming nature that’s aiding his desires, it’s the fact that you overlook everything he does.

his room, located at the nice spot in front of the bathroom, let his imagination run wild. the small gap in the door you left was occasionally big enough that he’d get a glance of your boobs in the reflection of the foggy mirror. those were nice times, and when you asked him to get you a towel because you forgot? even better. he watched intently and waited as you got out and dressed yourself in those pretty lace panties he held himself back from stealing.

pushing open the door as you lathered different serums onto your face, he couldn’t help but notice a certain resemblance of your white night cream. only making him wonder what else looked pretty spewed on your features. were you absolutely just in a shirt and underwear? yes but then again, it’s just heeseung. in the midst of your therapeutic regime, he starts fiddling with a bottle, confused with its contents.

“is this like water? what is it?” he says while sloshing the liquid around.

you snatch it from his grasp and say “it’s a toner.”

he nods placing it back where it was, and you take note of his hand placement. his arms snaked behind your back onto the counter locking you between his form. it’s nothing that you're entirely fazed by, it’s the intent stare he’s giving you through the reflection of the mirror as you look at the glowyness of your face that makes your heart jump.

heeseungs eyes darken, and he leans close to your ear still staring at your reflection.

“you said all this makes you look pretty, but I know a couple of other things that’ll look much better…”

you feel your heart stutter at the wispyness of his melodic voice saying suggestive things into your ear. in that moment he draws back his hand, and laces it through your hair grabbing it into a ponytail. you try to look over at his gaze from the side, but he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at your reflection.

“look at yourself angel, maybe it’s the face that counts, not what you put on it.”

as you watch through the glass, his lips tug at the corners, the sight of your hair fisted into a ball in his grasp not ever being something you thought you’d let anyone do. let alone have heeseung do it. his free hand grips your hip, and now is when you start to notice how underdressed you were before him. his hand travels down your lower half, groping your ass, then he plays with the band of your undergarment. he feels the slight raise in your skin, and a look of anticipation on your face tells him all.

he released your hair, and pressed his hips against your backside, trapping you in place. he smells your shampoo, and feels the softness of your skin. momentarily, you don’t know what to feel, the only thing you know is that the man before you has rendered you compliant.

you feel his hands grip your hips, as his roll into you. hard, and restrained, you feel his length through the thin material of your panties. taking your shaky hand, and feeling it, oh man. it’s hot, and heavy. heeseungs chest rises and his body flinches, he hisses at the feeling. grabbing you in a stern manner, he spins you to face him.

the way you comply, the way you just sit before him in fear and possibly regret, he takes his hand to caress your face. maybe he feels bad because tears are welling in your eyes waiting to fall, or because he hasn’t even touched you yet, your body is tense in his grasp, scared at the mercy of him. it’s something he doesn’t want to admit turns him on. not yet at least.

for a second you find yourself staring into his eyes, a weird feeling of fear and arousal course through you. heeseung, just heeseung. he weighs his hangs on your shoulders, pushing you to the floor in which you land on your knees. he backs up, locking the door behind him.

“hey what the fu-“

then, when you tried to rise to your feet, his hands hold you down at the top of your head as you wince. without much thought, he drops his pants.

maybe you’re the creep, but you’ve seen his cock once. passing by his room late at night to get water, he had it out as he stroked it with one hand. you’ve stored that memory in the back of your mind, thinking that you were the one being perverse. or maybe he wanted you to see that, maybe he saw as you watched and let you, hoping you’d come in to help him.

with that memory playing back, it’s much bigger than you remember. looking at his glistening tip, and veiny shaft, you just admired it. the hazy feeling this situation had you thinking “no way this is real.” wondering what’ll happen when you wake up from this wet dream. for a little longer you ponder whether you’ve ever actually thought of heeseung in any way like this. no, you haven’t, but will you pass on the opportunity?

his figure casts a shadow over you, he looks down at his dick, and back at you.

“are you going to do something about it?”

this isn’t a dream.

you inch closer to his hips, and take your shakey hands to hold his member. a little shudder down his spine and an encouraging nod paired with a low moan, you wrap your lips around the head of him. tasting the large amount of dripping precum as you swirl your tongue, he throws his head back, the sensitivity not only shocking you but himself as well.

so no, you won’t pass on the opportunity.

the sounds he elicits as you work your mouth on merely the very tip of his girth, it makes you think less of how you got here; but rather how you want to draw this experience out longer. your delicate fingers caress the remaining that hang out of your mouth, feeling the grooves and patterns.

it’s tantalizing the way you tease at his vulnerable state, him becoming a mess under your control. only, you can’t tell he is, you just keep going. the vicious mix of your saliva and the filth seeping from his cock were a display that he wanted to burn into his retinas. at this point, if you kept going he might—

then, in a second a small wave of delirious ecstasy wash over him as you take hold of his neglected balls, feeling them up as you lick the little slit on his tip.

knowing, and feeling a bit ashamed he wouldn’t last long if you kept going, he pulls away. leveling with you on your slightly reddened knees, the sappy liquid seeps from the corners of your mouth, and he pulls you in for a kiss.

all you can think is how crazy this is, how crazy you are for just… enjoying it more than you thought you would. him looking that attractive, moaning out little slews, and jumbled bits of your name while doing barely anything? oh yeah, you’re right to be on your knees. it had your panties clinging to the sticky uncared for mess brewing within you, that all you could do was hope he didn’t notice you grinding back on your heel. a kiss, a nasty one at that, tied with the mix of his secretions and yours as his tongue explored your mouth; it was like a porn like.

as he draws back, you see the little glistening string of spit, and he wipes away the residue forming on the corners of his mouth. as you tilt your head, like you didn’t almost rock his world; he fucking knows your enjoying this, and wants to shut you up before you start to get too cocky.

still hard and erect, he stood and you look up. the corner of your lips pull, and god heeseung knows he’s gonna have fun with you. he gives his length one small stroke before peering at your glassy eyes stare.

“think you can take this all of this in there?” he ask rasplily, as he brushing your lip with his thumb parting them.

with your mouth wide open, insistent you can; do you ever recall being so nasty? maybe there was a time, but really, did you ever think it would be with just heeseung? no.

a more than satisfied look casts on his face, as he lets the tip of his dick rest on your togue. the way you salvate in anticipation, and him enjoying it makes your cunt wetter, and throb more than any foreplay you’ve had.

it only makes you hope this isn’t all he’ll be doing.

sliding his member slowly into your mouth inch by inch, you wonder when it’ll stop. it’s to much, in girth and length. he’s maybe half way in when you feel the salty tears form in your eyes as his tip hits your throat. the garbled gag provoked by him, makes heeseungs jaw go slack in awe.

once you’ve adjusted to the monster, that is his manhood, you find it difficult to suck. with so much he had going on, you didn’t know what to do with all of it. yet with how slow each movement is, he seems to bask in it. the feeling of your mouth being stretched, and the feeling of your teeth grazing his shaft, all of it you enjoyed. letting out small hums as you lick, and suck.

“mm, so good at sucking cock,” he moans.

his hips press forward, shocking you a bit, causing tears to roll down your face.

“shh, shh. let me” he says before your life practically flashes before your eyes.

he starts to thrust into your mouth. it being obvious you can’t handle someone of his size, he takes the lead. you sit there, looking absolutely fucked as he ruts into you, you look up at his form.

it makes you so wet, you wonder how long he’s wanted to do this. how long it would’ve been till you thought about him like this. panted breaths draw from him, as he fucks your throat. all he could think as he moved is how pretty you were, how perfect you were.

thinking about how wet you are just watching him, knowing you have to be because he saw the discomfort in your panties. just that made him write. all these months he’s wondered why hasn’t he done this sooner, and wondering if your going to let him fuck you ever after this. he doesn’t know if that’ll happen, so he treats this like the last, even though it won’t be.

his thrusts become quicker, and your throat starts to hurt. his knees feeling like they’re going to buckle, he bites back a loud moan and you bask in his weakness. hoping he’ll be this way buried in your cunt, wanting to watch him as he falls apart trying to keep his composure.

heeseung feels the rise, and force course in his dick, aching for release. pulling it out of your mouth, and stoking it aggressively above your face he asks:

“youll let me cum all over your face right? just me?”

you nod, opening your mouth and closing you eyes wating for it.

he grunts, and strokes faster, the mix of saliva and precum keeping it lubricated. breathy pants are elicited from his dry throat, and his tip rages with a blushed red color.

“shit—“

he cums all over your face, it’s hot, and all that lands in your mouth gets swallowed. his chest rises and falls, and he looks like he’s just about done, but not before he fists your hair pulling you up from your weak knees.

he faces you towards the mirror, making sure you see yourself. your face painted white, all sticky with his semen, it arouses you, it's unexpected. it hurts how much this turns you on.

heeseung grabs your chin and playfully shakes your head.

“see, look how pretty” he smirks.

you want to roll your eyes and protest but you can’t. the brain fog you have because of how much your sopping cunt hurts has hindered you.

he continues to tease “hm, so not in a million years huh?”

you can’t think of anything else, and at this point your dignity is gone, but the need you have for him is carnal.

you pull him in close, and press his chest against yours. “i need you”

and just like that, heeseung knows this won’t be the last time this will be happening.

a/n: make sure to stream XO!! 😘

[pawberri]

The key problem with "proship vs anti" discourse is that the most extreme versions of each side, the ones who actually bother to identify with these labels, accepted each others worst takes as arguments they had to debate. "Fiction =/= reality" is, in practice, an absurdly reductionist, anti-intellectual, thought-terminating-cliche that dictates we can learn nothing about a person via art and that their fiction reflects no political or moral messaging worthy of critique. In response to this, the "puriteens" who are too young to possibly hope to articulate their discomfort, to untangle their position from what is often real trauma experienced online, simply argue "yes, fiction influences and reflects reality in a 1 to 1 capacity." They, and people who want to use the groundwork they laid to make bad-faith callouts, make bad arguments about how the action of engaging in problematic fiction is on equal ground to real life abuse, or is a clear indicator of interest in real life abuse. Both of these arguments are terrible, but each side seems to radicalize the other further and further into their own brands of anti-intellectual reactionary belief. "Proshippers" become libertarian absolutists about free speech and view all transgression as righteous and alternative and therefore leftist. They gain a reactionary nostalgia for the past, desiring a time when people didn't seem to care about the implications of art. "Antis" become authoritarian and hypervigilant for signs of moral decay, at their worst, willing to align themselves with government bodies that offer carceral solutions to the debate. They are willing to use harassment as a tool of punishment, which then leads to false accusations and a fear of openness that puts people at risk of being triggered via obfuscation. (That said, proshippers also take part in plenty of harassment.)

I will say that I believe both of these movements are equally sensitive to co-opting by right-wing forces. We see the authoritarian tendencies of anti culture in harassment campaigns and even the way Republican law makers co-opt "grooming." The proship/fic crowd has such extreme nostalgia for the past that I often see people align themselves with the cultures of 4chan or other happily right-wing websites. They so heavily reject the idea that a drawn sexual depiction of a child could reflect any desire that they are disinterested in analyzing what the motivation behind the depiction is. i.e If we track the history of lolicon in Japan we do find that is, yes, countercultural, but that counter culture is right wing, very misogynistic, and defensive of patriarchial Japanese culture as it is and was including its culture around rape and abuse. Plenty of fictional content works as radicalization material, and radicalization material needs to be ambiguous. There is a valid reason to be hesitant to trust people who consume this content, even if I do not believe most of them will ever be dangerous towards children. The mere presence of sexuality is not enough to make a movement left wing. This kind of thing can again be seen in right-wing libertarian movements in the US. (And even leftist movements can be bigoted and even "pro-pedophilia" or otherwise disinterested in social reform around abuse.)

Is all content with elements of age-play this way? No. But to me, that is why kink media deserves to be treated as art and analyzed, critiqued, treated seriously. It doesn't have to do anything to anyone to be worthy of a moral critique. Said moral critique just doesn't warrant harassment and cruelty and reactionary exaggerations of the person consuming said content.

Anyway, what's my point in saying all this? I don't know. I'm just begging you to tag your God damn content with specific tags instead of random and nebulous shit like "dead dove" or "dark content", and also begging you to stop harassing people who do tag their content so I don't have to guess what "dead dove" and "dark content" mean. No one will erase incest kink fics or people who feel sickened by the idea of them off this earth because we aren't god, but we could at least all be responsible about tagging, flagging, and age-gating our stuff.

[vampwritesstuff]

𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩’𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬 (1)

a random collection of Ateez fics I have stumbled across and fell in love with. (I am clearly biased towards smau fics)

* marks mature/violent content, please heed warnings posted by the author. MDNI with the fics on this list that are marked like this. You are responsible for the media you consume!

Personal favorites are marked with 💜

Authors will not be tagged multiple times if they have already been tagged once before on this list, this is to ensure that I don’t flood notifications and so I can tag as many different authors as I can!

If any authors would like their works removed from this list or to be untagged, please feel free to tell me!! As well as let me know if any links are not working properly! (I do tend to check them frequently though as this list also helps me keep track of the ongoing fics I am reading)

While you’re here, also feel free to check out my own Ateez smau Forgotten Melodies! (Shameless self promo but oh well, it’s my rec list I can recommend my own fic if I want to)

OT8/Multiple Members

wonderwall * @atzfilm 💜 (ongoing series)

circus * @lani-heart 💜 (ongoing)

inception * @remedyx (ongoing)

hypothesis (woosan) @woneuntonzz (ongoing smau)

ateez mafia au @softsan (ongoing)

this night together * (yungi) @honeyhotteoks 💜 (ongoing)

the essence of youth is summers with you @eightmakesonebraincell 💜 (oneshot)

divine ruination * @seonghwaddict (ongoing)

blinding lights * (seongjoong) @kpoppers-anonymous (ongoing)

when eight becomes nine @bunnliix (ongoing)

for love of the game * (yunwoo) @kitten4sannie (oneshot)

makes him want to give up his sea legs @yeontantrash 💜 (drabble)

that’s what roommates are for * (yunsanmin) @bro-atz (oneshot)

house of cards @moontyun (ongoing)

incomplete @ldysmfrst (ongoing)

our leaves must fall before our flowers can bloom @ eightmakesonebraincell 💜 (oneshot)

Kim Hongjoong

a wild ride * @bombuni (oneshot)

while you were sleeping @ seonghwaddict (oneshot)

when flowers bloom in the dark @makeitmingi (ongoing)

kindergarten love story @xomakara (oneshot)

your gentle hands @yourlocaljonghoe 💜 (oneshot)

Park Seonghwa

the lamb and the wolf * @ seonghwaddict (oneshot)

the way to his heart * @edenesth (completed series)

the stranger in 43b @jae-bummer (oneshot)

i will wait @hwaightme (oneshot)

let me in @ makeitmingi (oneshot)

Jeong Yunho

espresso for two? @xuchiya (oneshot)

music of the heart @noonaishere 💜 (ongoing smau)

empires @peacheeeliz 💜 (completed smau)

hunted: haunting adeline au * @whatudowhennooneseesyou 💜 (oneshot)

let’s start a podcast @mars101 (ongoing smau)

Kang Yeosang

morning glory * @anyamaris (oneshot)

operation: passenger princess @sungbeam 💜 (oneshot)

yeosang & a situationship @yunhoszn (oneshot smau)

oddeleny @songmingisthighs 💜 (completed smau)

Choi San

online/offline @ noonaishere 💜 (ongoing smau)

leave the window open @ sungbeam (oneshot)

hold me @cheeseceli (oneshot)

no hesitation * @daemour (oneshot)

love beyond barriers @catsannie (ongoing smau)

Song Mingi

preying on you tonight * @bvidzsoo (oneshot)

and july @sara-wishes (oneshot)

wave @sorryimananti-romantic (oneshot)

[ 11:45 p.m. ] @mingtinys (timestamp)

hidden flames @imagine-a-life-like-this & @mxnsxngie (ongoing)

save a horse, ride your best friend @ seonghwaddict (oneshot)

Jung Wooyoung

written in the stars @ennysbookstore (ongoing)

247 @yothangie 💜 (ongoing smau)

unexpectedly @dancinglikebutterflywings 💜 (ongoing smau + currently on hiatus/being rewritten)

lover, please stay * @roomsofangel (ongoing)

that and then @halaboyz (oneshot)

plans changed @ dancinglikebutterflywings (oneshot)

bullseye! @lividstar 💜 (oneshot)

let the heart love again @ makeitmingi 💜 (oneshot)

vivrant thing @hwaslayer (ongoing)

i don’t want your sorrys, i want you safe @dvrktvnnel (oneshot + planned part two)

die for me * @jisungchan (oneshot)

Choi Jongho

oh shit, are we in love? * @mingigoo 💜 (oneshot)

thinking about how… @ cheeseceli (drabble)

the pool * @beenbaanbuun (oneshot)

[piastappies]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 BEFORE US! ᡣ𐭩ᯓ

pairing. ollie bearman x webber!reader.

summary. a drunken encounter leads to a history straight out of rom–com, turning the world of a formula 2 driver upside down.

notes. reader tells ollie the plot of before sunrise. also, reader is said to be ollie’s age (kinda self-indulgent LOL) maybe part 2 of them meeting in spa? 😁

it was eleven in the evening, while you were having a good time on the streets of hungarian capital city. your actions were not exactly responsible as you were there with a friend of yours that you met online a few months ago. also, you weren’t exactly sure how you managed to strain away from your father and oscar. well, alright — there was a possibility that a train, a sweet smile and a promise to be safe were involved.

honestly, you don’t even know how you ended up in that small bar, but in the larger point of view, you were happy that you let lara drag you there. you already had a few drinks in, you were going back to your booth, when you accidentally bumped into a muscular, tall guy, spilling the drink on your white dress.

“shit, i am so, so sorry.” the boy — because you could easily notice that he must’ve been similar to you in age — spoke relatively slowly, probably out of kindness as he couldn’t tell if you were fluent in english or not. some would call it offensive, but you considered it slightly endearing that the boy tried to be as considerate as possible, knowing that not everyone in the world speaks english.

his face fell to your chest for a tenth of a second, a small cough escaping his lips, before his cheeks tinted pinkish from embarrassment that he even let himself be so blatantly disrespectful towards you. what made it even worse was that the once white dress became see-through.

“shit, shit, your dress. i– here, take this.” he stuttered, swiftly taking off his grey hoodie, letting you take a glimpse of his toned stomach for half a second as his shirt rolled up.

people around you two, suddenly stopped existing and maybe the alcohol you’ve consumed that night was at fault — or maybe it was the charming aura around him, but you honestly couldn’t care less. he was the only guy that wasn’t trying to harass you or make your night less fun and definitely more stressful.

“you shouldn’t apologise, it’s all my fault. i wasn’t paying enough attention.” your voice was loud, but yet still soft enough, so only the boy you bumped into could hear you. “i’m yn, my friend lara is there in the corner booth, do you… um, maybe wanna join us? so i can get you a drink for bumping into you?”

it might’ve been a risky move — he could always say no, laugh at you and go away, thinking you were the most embarrassing person in the entire bar. or he could think that you were a pretty cute, interesting girl that he’d like to spend a july evening with. and, fortunately for you, ollie introduced himself with a quick breath of relief (that he didn’t know he was holding), said that he’d love to join you and buy you a drink, but he was there with two other guys and one of the friends’ girlfriend.

so, upon hearing that, as a responsible human being, you… suggested that they should join you as well, because you really felt like getting to know ollie a tad better. upon hearing that he wasn’t there alone, you nodded with a small smile, before suggesting that it’s not really a big deal and that maybe the four of them would like to join you and lara, who wouldn’t have anything against it since she was a social butterfly, loving bigger crowds.

two and a half hour later, you ended up walking down the cobblestone pathway, while your newfound group of friends was a few steps ahead. lara quickly got along with kimi, eliska and gabriele, so you felt less guilty that you got so occupied in the endless conversation with ollie, slowly trailing behind the group. a month or two later, you were told by eliska that she saw the way you and ollie click and made sure you could get along.

you weren’t sure where the six of you were going, budapest was a gorgeous city, but keeping your eyes on bearman was pretty much enough. he had your arm hooked around his as you slightly started to stumble from the tiny gaps in the path. a giggle escaped your mouth as he whispered a really cheesy joke, his lips inches away from your ear. then, your drunken mind thought that you should come clean with the cute boy about why you’re actually in budapest.

“i have a confession.” you started quietly, your words barely above a whisper. ollie let you continue as he simply nodded. if you weren’t tipsy from all the strawberry daiquiris you had at the bar earlier, you would notice how his body tensed slightly, almost as if he was afraid of what you were about to say.

the first thing that came to his mind was that you had a boyfriend somewhere in monaco, while he was really getting a vibe from you that maybe you were interested in getting to know him as much as he wanted to get to know you. just half a second later came the thought that you knew who he was and it was just as awful. he hasn’t been in the spotlight of motorsport for a long time yet, but he was aware of how people’s perception on things change once they realise what he does, and he really, really didn’t want it to be the case with you.

“this is not something i usually tell people on the day i meet them, but you’re so genuine and so, so nice to me.” your words were coming off as rambling, though despite the lump in his throat, the prema driver couldn’t help but think that maybe he could live with the thought of you bumping into him on purpose if he could listen to your cute rambling for a few more minutes. “and i’m really enjoying spending time with you right now, and-and i don’t want you to think that i’m like a liar or something, because i really am not.”

“hey, breathe. whatever it is, i don’t think i’m gonna perceive you as a liar.” his quiet chuckle with a nervous undertone was enough for you to calm down a bit. his hand dropped to yours, squeezing it for a little more reassurance.

“that’s what i’m really hoping for.” you whispered, looking down at your jointed hands, a ghost of smile lingering on your face. “so, there’s this sport you might’ve heard of — or not, honestly if it wasn’t for my dad, i don’t know if i would, but — gosh, i’m sorry i’m rambling again. alright… there’s, um, formula one, right? i guess you know, because it is a big thing in england, i suppose.” oliver nodded once again, a pit in his stomach growing.

“the thing is… i’m in hungary for that exact reason. there was the grand prix this weekend and i came here with my dad, because, um… he’s a manager of, um, one of the drivers. oscar? he won today, yesterday, technically.”

ollie couldn’t believe what he just heard. he was so scared that you were pretending just to boast about hanging out with formula 2 and formula 3 drivers, while you were having an inner turmoil of your own, weighing pros and cons of telling him that you were the daughter of the mark webber. he could see the nervous expression on your pretty face and his heart swelled, knowing that in those two and a half hours of constant chatter he gained so much of your trust to be told that.

for other people it might seem like it was nothing, nevertheless ollie knew how much fake people you must’ve met in your life, who liked you for your father’s achievements and not you. god, for a moment he felt like crying.

“i was there too.” he gave you a shy smile. before you were able to overthink every possible scenario with the worst possible outcome, his smile widened, his hip gently nudging yours. “i’m racing for prema in f2.” he chuckled at your surprised expression.

bearman, as he was a tad more sober than you, could easily notice the weight falling off your shoulders, once you recognised him, quickly replaced by a blush of embarrassment that flooded your cheeks.

“that’s why i thought i’ve seen you somewhere.” you muttered, scrunching your nose, gears in your brain working overtime. “i’m sorry, it’s— i haven’t really been up to date with formula 2. but i remember you from saudi, i wasn’t there, but my dad was really impressed. everything makes sense now, though.”

“no need to be embarrassed or anything, i’m glad neither of us recognized each other. you made me feel like a normal teenager for once.” he grinned down at you, your face matching his as he let go of your hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer, but you couldn’t really complain.

you didn’t remember the moment, when your night turned into a reenactment of one of your favorite rom-coms — before sunrise. gabriele, kimi and eliska had to go back to their hotels, suspiciously at the same time, when lara’s curfew was coming. it was truly reckless for you to stay out with ollie till your train back to the place your father had rented for the four days stay in hungary. once you were alone, he made sure to keep you close to him at all times, so if an emergency occured, he’d be able to protect you.

“i feel like i’m in a movie.” your admission was soft as you slowly sat down on the grass in the park, the state of your white dress long forgotten as it’d be green once the sun was up.

“a movie you like?”

“my favorite one.” ollie smiled.

“tell me about it.” he suggested, plopping down next to you, uncorking the wine you two bought earlier in one of those 24/7 shops.

“it’s about two people that met on a train going across the europe.” you started explaining, ollie’s free arm slung across your shoulders once again, making you realize what his love language must be. “he’s american and she’s french, once they stop in vienna, he asks her to get off the train with him and walk around the town with him till he has to go to the airport, because it’s his last day in europe. she thinks it’s crazy, but she agrees and they spend the entire night together. nothing kubrick-esque happens there, all of the action happens during their dialogues. they share opinions and stuff. it’s kind of silly, but they end up in a park, too, with wine and stuff.”

“like us.” he commented, his eyes still lingering on your face as they were, while you were skimming over the plot of the movie.

“like us.” you repeated softly.

“so, what do they do in the park?” ollie asked another question, earning himself a small hum from you as you shifted closer, his thumb absentmindedly drawing shapes on your shoulder. your stomach was filled to the brim with butterflies as he asked all the right questions, made all the right moves, giving you all the right smiles.

“they kiss.” a whisper left your lips, tilting your head to get a better view of his face.

“they kiss.” it was the prema’s driver’s time to repeat the short sentence as you just nodded, noticing the way his eyes flickered to your mouth.

sweet silence embraced the two of you as bearman took his chance and leaned forward an inch or two, cautiously testing the waters. when you didn’t pull back, a smile tugged onto his face, before cupping your cheek with his free hand.

however, ollie didn’t kiss you for a moment that felt like eternity. his mouth just hoovered over yours, giving you a chance to back up, to show him that he read the signs wrong, but you didn’t. your eyes locked with his, before his lips were moving against yours in a sweet, gentle and almost tantalising manner. you couldn’t tell how long were you kissing for, but when the two of you finally pulled away, his mouth was tinted with the red shade of your lipstick, both with messed up hair and slightly swollen lips.

it was almost seven in the morning, while you were sitting at the train station with your hand clasped in ollie’s. the silence between you was truly the most comfortable thing in the world at the moment. budapest was slowly waking up in the background as you enjoyed his presence beside you.

“what do they do in the movie before they part ways?” he interrupted the silence.

“they promise to see each other in a six months time in the same place. they don’t exchange numbers or anything, though.” you recalled, wondering where was he going with this.

“and do they? meet, i mean.” he asked, already expecting the answer as you’d told him it was a trilogy.

“not in the set time. she can’t make it to vienna again, because her grandmother dies, but he does.” you nodded. “but they do meet each other again, eight years later, this time in paris.”

“good thing we’re not jesse and celine.” ollie joked, a grin tugging on your lips as you nod in agreement. “i do have your number, and we can see each other in spa on thursday, if you want to.”

“i do.” this time, you were the one to press a gentle kiss on his lips for a brief second as your train arrived. bearman just grinned back at you, leaving a kiss on your forehead. “i’ll see you on facetime then, and in belgium.”

ollie stayed for another five minutes after your train departed. his gaze dropping to the phone in his hand before he quickly sent you a message.

ollie: thank you for making this night amazing for me x

[mangionebabymama]

Tenderness — Luigi Mangione

Summary: In your eighth month of pregnancy, as your baby continues to grow and develop within you, you’re nearing the end of your third and final trimester, getting ready for childbirth—and Luigi offers a suggestion that may help prepare your body for the process.

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Lots of fluff and non-sexual intimacy, themes relating to pregnancy and preparing for childbirth. I don't think this should be considered a warning, as we're all grown here (or I hope), but you heard it here first. Although this is not smut, this is a story involving pregnancy, so more correct anatomical terms for the female reproductive organs are used here in depiction.

A/N: Inspired by this anon here, and after careful deliberation, for @vershautece. Believe it or not, I fought through a brutal case of imposter syndrome while writing this 😭

The soft drone of the laptop filled the living room, the only noise disrupting the simple, calm feelings of the evening. Positioned comfortably on the couch, in the only way that comfort was even possible at this point, you felt the weight of your noticeably eight-month pregnant belly resting softly against your thighs. One of your hands was idly moving in circular motions across the swell of your stomach, almost as if it were a soothing ritual, while your gaze remained fixated on the dancing lights and sounds of the television screen that flashed in front of you, captivating your attention completely. Though it seemed that every bit of the media was consuming you and grabbing your undivided attention, rotting your brain away as they always said about the pastime of watching television, your mind was wandering—your due date was fast approaching, now that you’ve just hit the thirty-four-week mark in your pregnancy, in the third and final trimester of it all. It felt like every little thing was a reminder that soon you’d be welcoming your baby into the world.

Sitting directly across from you, Luigi was engrossed in his laptop screen, his MacBook Pro opened up and settled right on top of and between his thighs. For the past few weeks, even for months now, starting from all the way when you first learned you were pregnant, he had been diving deep into reading articles and exploring online message boards and forums for pregnancy advice and information all about the third trimester, educating himself in the most proactive efforts to take in preparing your body for childbirth and delivery in the last few weeks of pregnancy, and what to expect in a time of significant growth and development for both the mother and baby. You’d never seen him so wholeheartedly dedicated to learning about all the little nuances of pregnancy; as a matter of fact, by analyzing his recent search history, one would have assumed that he was the one expecting the baby, considering all the research and knowledge he was gathering to jot down in his notes. It was endearing, but you knew it also came from a deep sense of responsibility and love for you—and for your growing family.

While you were lost in thought, caressing your bump, you couldn’t help but think about the worries that come with being so close to giving birth. In the third trimester, there was so much to expect and to anticipate in such a small amount of time. First, there was the constant pressure upon your bladder, where you nearly had to urinate almost every night, many times during the night. Then, the ache in your back, along with complementary swelling in your feet, ankles, and hands, and last but not least, the heaviness in your body that seemed to weigh down on you at all times, noting the increase in your overall size and, not to mention, the evident weight gain from developing a growing baby inside of you. It wasn’t the most comfortable stage of pregnancy, but you knew it would be worth it. After all, this little one inside you was almost ready to meet the world—and you and Luigi were destined to become parents for the first time soon, ever.

You snapped back to reality when you heard the sound of keys clicking, the letters of the keyboard coming together, chattering away and inputting the correct information into the system. Luigi looked up from his laptop, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Hey,” he spoke up, his words coming out softly, “So I’ve been reading something online here from the American Pregnancy Association about perineal massages.” He set the laptop down, meeting your gaze. “I thought... it might be something worth trying out.”

You raised an eyebrow, a small chuckle escaping your lips. “Perineal massage? What’s that exactly?” You’d heard of it in passing, as supposedly it can help with perineal tearing, but never really looked into it. The idea of any massage near that area felt both strange and a little intimidating, to be honest—at this stage in your pregnancy, you haven’t been able to see either of your feet for weeks now because of your bump standing in the way, not to mention your entirety of pelvic region and everything below that.

Luigi’s face sparkled with that earnest enthusiasm of his. “It’s a technique to help prevent tearing during delivery. The idea is that by massaging the perineum, it helps improve its elasticity and flexibility, so there’s less risk of tears and need for an episiotomy. It’s supposed to help prepare your body... make things a little easier.” He paused, stretching his upper body and holding his arms up, his hands placed over the front of his shoulders, with his arms bent at the elbows, like he always does when deliberating about something. “I know it sounds a little... uncomfortable, but I thought it might be worth considering.”

Nibbling on your lip, you pondered about it deeply. You’d heard about it in some of the pregnancy classes, but the thought of trying it yourself at this stage was daunting. On a day that feels just like any other, such as today, it had become progressively more challenging to sit and plop yourself on the couch or lie down in your bed, and even more so, to attempt to reach down and try massaging the area down there.

“Hmm…” You glanced down at your belly, gently rubbing the skin there. “It sounds... like it could be helpful. But I’m not sure how I’d even go about doing it. I’m not exactly in the best shape to be trying new positions right now, especially down there.” Trying to lighten the mood, you gave him a cheeky smile, which he met with a smile of his own. “I mean, I’m so big now, it’s hard to even see my—”

“What you do mean?” he interrupted, leaning his head to the side in puzzlement. “I’ll do it for you if you want.”

Your cheeks flushed at the thought. It wasn’t as if Luigi hadn’t seen every part of you before; it wasn’t like, for all you knew, he hadn’t contributed to getting you pregnant in the first place. Not only did he genuinely love and appreciate every little inch of your ever-changing, ever-evolving fertile body, especially now, during pregnancy, but he was also there to help you care for yourself and your body. Luigi was always there when you needed him the most. He already knew; he always knew. With your baby bump in the way of nearly everything in your path, for some time now, he’d helped you shave your legs and pubic hair when you couldn’t reach in the bathroom. He’d be there for every doctor’s appointment—even if it were just a monthly check-up—holding your hand and reassuring you when anxiety threatened to overwhelm you. But, for some odd reason, this felt different. It was more intimate than ever before, in a way that wasn’t sexual, maybe a little sensual—but still vulnerable.

“You would?” You gazed at him, almost open-mouthed, as you hesitated to give your thoughts. “It might be.. awkward.”

“Of course, I would, baby,” Luigi let out a quiet laugh, his hand gently settling on your knee, with his fingers barely touching the edge of your thigh. “And it might be a little awkward at first. But it’s just me. And if it helps you, even a little bit, then it’s worth it.”

You paused, your heart warming at his offer. Your profound trust in him, coupled with his eagerness to go above and beyond for you—particularly regarding such a personal, intimate matter as this—intensified your appreciation for the bond and relationship you had and, above all, for the utmost respect he had for you as the mother of his child.

“Alright,” you sighed, your voice holding on to some doubt, but you knew it wouldn’t linger around for much longer, knowing you would be in good hands. “But you’ll have to help me get into a good position. I’m not exactly sure how I’d do it alone.”

As always, Luigi remained incredibly understanding, nodding in agreement while honoring his promise to you, gazing into your eyes. “Of course. We’ll take it slow. I’ll make sure you’re as comfortable as possible. We can start small; if it feels okay, we can keep going. You’re only supposed to do the massage for a few minutes.” He genuinely seemed indebted for doing this, with his protective instincts emerging, his husbandly and fatherly affection coalescing together, as he sought to determine the best way to support you—and to take care of you in all the right ways that you deserved to be taken care of.

You smiled at him, feeling somewhat comforted by his calmness and confidence. “Okay,” you said yes to his command, “let’s try it then.”

He pressed lips together warmly in reassurance, and without another word, Luigi closed his laptop, placing it beside himself on the cushion. Slowly but surely, you stood up from where you positioned yourself on the couch, Luigi’s hands immediately moving to support your lower back as you made your way to your bedroom. Once upstairs, he helped you lie down on the mattress, propping up not just one pillow—but three—behind your back, getting you comfortable enough to ease the strain on your body, elevating your upper body to be supported and relaxed, all at the same time.

“How’s that?” he asked, smacking the innermost pillow of the three, fluffing it out to restore its full shape for support. “Are you comfortable enough?”

“I’m good,” you answered, shifting your hips slightly in bedding yourself down in the plushness of it all. You were more than comfortable, by virtue of his tenderness, love, and care, but you were still a little apprehensive and began to be curious about the technique of the massage itself and what it would involve. “But… how are we going to do this?”

At the edge of the bed, Luigi sat down beside you, his hand reaching for yours, which rested on the very top of your belly. “I’ll need to get a lubricant of some sort to help with the massage, but I need to wash my hands first and get a couple of other things. Right now, I’d love for you to lie back and unwind, okay, baby?”

You nodded, shaking your head quickly at his wish becoming your command, intertwining your fingers with his as your hands enveloped each other in affection.

Looking contented with himself, Luigi simpered. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, pulling away only to leave a dear kiss on the side of your cheek before heading into the bathroom linked to your bedroom.

The soft snick of the bathroom door latch echoed lightly as Luigi slipped inside. Moments later, the hush of running water spilled into the quiet room, a steady stream cascading into the sink. You could almost visualize him there, standing still, fingers laced under the tap as he rubbed them vigorously, focusing all on surfaces of his hands, for the bare minimum of at least twenty seconds. The rhythmic squelch of soap lathering against skin, the gurgling rush of water, and the occasional drip of droplets hitting porcelain painted the scene with sound. Each motion was purposeful, as if he was scrubbing away more than just surface dirt—preparing himself for something meaningful.

There came a pause, a breath of silence, and then a new sound sliced through—the sharp, metallic snap of a nail trimmer. Click. Pause. Click. Every exact snip resonated gently, deliberate and strategic, like an artisan preparing his implements. The clear sound contrasted shapely with the flowing water, like a ritual, each little note standing for the careful preparation that he took for the task ahead.

You laid back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, letting the soothing sounds of water flow around you, along with the gentle metallic snaps every now and then. It anchored you, reminding you of Luigi’s steadfast patience and sincere commitment to ensuring this moment was as comfortable for you as he could make it. You lightly traced your fingers over your belly, sensing the slow, gentle movement inside as a comforting reminder that you weren’t alone.

When Luigi returned, the bathroom door opened with a soft creak. He moved quietly, his steps measured. In his hands, he held a small glass jar—its label simple, the contents unmistakable: raw organic coconut oil, the same small glass jar that you use to moisturize your skin, keeping it soft and supple, and the same one he uses to rub your body all over when you crave him and his touch.

Without speaking, he approached the nightstand, linked his phone to the speaker, and scrolled for a brief moment before a track of gentle instrumental music filled the space. The gentle notes of the music floated into the room, soft and melodic, like the distant hum of a lullaby carried on a breeze. Each chord lingered, weaving through the air, wrapping the space in a tender embrace that seemed to hush the evening's stillness. Luigi reached for a small candle, its glass holder catching the dim light. As he struck a match, the sharp scent of sulfur flared before giving way to the warm, rich aroma of vanilla. The fragrance curled into the air, sweet and creamy, mingling with the subtle, tropical undertone of the coconut oil. Together, the scents blended into something soothing, something safe—like the comfort of his strong, mighty arms wrapped around you and your bump at nighttime, knowing that you’re safe and sound and all right in his arms.

“What are you doing?” you questioned, your voice low, almost whispering.

He glanced at you with a small, reassuring smile. "Just trying to help you relax," Luigi returned to the edge of the bed, setting the jar aside. “Let me help you,” he offered, kneeling in front of you, positioned perfectly between your legs and facing your bump, with his hands already moving to the top of your pants. Your cheeks grew warm as you nodded, lifting your hips to let him ease them down your legs. Oddly enough, the fabric whispered against your skin, and with it, came a rush of self-consciousness. He lingered for a moment, his fingers skimming your ankles as he took off your pants completely, folding them with care and setting them aside at the end of the bed.

“It’s just us, it’s alright,” he cooed, his voice ever so warm and reassuring, his thumbs stroking circles into the bare skin of your thighs.

There, his fingers reached for the waistband of your underwear next, his touch careful and unhurried. You shivered as he pulled them down your legs, a chill of vulnerability biting at you like a cold wind in the morning, the room temperature of the air of your bedroom kissing your now exposed skin.

Despite what many others would believe, you now were naked, not wholly, from the waist down in front of your husband and, somehow, it felt different and unusual—like nothing on Earth, though you knew this planet many a times before.

The moment felt unexpectedly vulnerable, a little too technical, clinical even, too much like a procedure instead of the tender moment it should be; moreover, it was awkward, in the sense that although this was certainly not the first time that he had ever touched you, this time, it wasn’t to bring you pleasure with the caress of his fingers—it was just a lot different. You shifted slightly, the insecurity creeping in like a stranger sulking through the shadows in the middle of the night.

Luigi immediately noticed. Of course, he noticed.

Without hesitation, he reached for a soft blanket at the foot of the bed. “Here,” he suggested. He draped it over your legs, covering your hips and thighs, careful to keep the edges loose and soft, ensuring you felt secure but not confined. The blanket left just enough room for him to work with massaging you but hiding enough to ease your shyness and stave off from you feeling entirely on display. His hands lingered for a moment, smoothing the fabric with a gentleness that made your heart swell. The gesture, so simple and sweet, eased something inside you. It wasn’t just about modesty—it was about feeling safe, cared for, and understood. “Better?”

You met his gaze, your heart warming at the depth of his tenderness. “Thank you,” you whispered, feeling much more at ease.

Luigi smiled, his affectionate eyes crinkling at the corners. “Always,” he said, resting his hands on your thighs again. “Let me take care of you now, okay?”

You nodded in agreement, and he leaned in. His hands moved to the hem of the blanket and carefully lifted it just over your knees, giving himself a better view of you.

“Open your legs just a little more,” he instructed, and you followed as he said, extending your thighs out in the lateral direction. “You feel okay like this?”

“Yeah, this is good,” you affirmed, adjusting your position.

With the candle flickering gently and casting a warm glow across the room, Luigi opened the jar of coconut oil. He dipped his thumbs into the jar, scooping out a generous amount of the white, viscous liquid. He warmed a dollop in his palms, the faint sound of it melting against his skin echoing in the room. The lid clicked shut, and he held his hands up to the light, letting the oil glisten in the candlelight before bringing them closer to you. He rubbed his thumbs and forefingers together, warming the oil and ensuring it was evenly distributed. The aroma grew stronger, wrapping around you like a warm, sweet scent.

“Okay,” he started, his voice soft and even, “the first thing we're going to do is apply a bit of this oil to the outside of your perineum.” He paused, giving you a moment to breathe, to get used to the idea. His thumbs gently parted your outer labia, and you felt the coolness of the air hit your flesh before the warmth of the oil followed, a stark contrast that sent a shiver through you. He massaged the oil into your skin with tender strokes, his thumbs moving in small, slow circles. “Does that feel okay?” he asked, looking up at you for reassurance.

You nodded, your eyes never leaving his. His gaze was so focused, so full of intent, it was almost mesmerizing. The tension in the room was palpable, bringing forth anticipation, along with vulnerability. You felt the slickness of the oil as his thumbs moved closer to your anus, applying the lubricant gently and cautiously. The sensation was strange but not unpleasant, and you found yourself relaxing into it, trusting his touch implicitly.

"Relax," he murmured, his thumbs applying more pressure, but still not enough to satisfy the tightness you felt. His movements grew more deliberate, his thumbs pressing harder, but the tension in your body didn't dissipate. "You gotta tell me if anything feels weird, okay?" he prompted, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room.

You nodded, biting your lower lip as you felt a new sensation spread through you. It wasn't pain, but rather a deep, uncomfortable ache that you hadn't anticipated. "It's not 'bad' weird," you managed to say, "but it's weird having you touch me there like this."

He nodded in understanding, his eyes never leaving yours. "I know, it's true," he said, his voice soothing. "But I just want to make you feel better, that's all. Don't think too hard."

As the seconds ticked by, you began to feel the tension in your muscles slowly giving way to the insistent pressure of his thumbs. The ache grew more pronounced, and you couldn't help but let out a gasp as he found a particularly tight spot. "Oh my god, baby," he breathed, his eyes widening with surprise. "It's like, really tense. Good thing I'm doing this."

He worked methodically, his thumbs moving in a steady, firm rhythm. With each stroke, you felt the knots of tension start to loosen, the discomfort morphing into something else entirely. It was a sensation you hadn't felt before, a mix of pleasure and pain that was oddly exhilarating. You could feel the muscles in your pelvic floor begin to relax, the ache subsiding into a warm, pulsing sensation that spread through your entire body.

"Does that feel better?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. You nodded, unable to speak as the waves of pleasure washed over you. He continued to massage, his touch growing more confident as he felt the tension leave your body. The room grew warmer, the air thick with the scent of coconut and the unspoken connection that had formed between you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stopped, his thumbs resting lightly against your skin. "How's that?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

You let out a shaky breath, your heart racing. "It feels... different," you said, still trying to process the sensations. "But it's definitely better."

He offered you a small smile, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "Good," he murmured, leaning in to kiss the inner part of your thigh gently. "Now, let's see if we can make it feel even better. I'm going to start with the actual massage," he said, his thumbs moving away from your outer labia to rest at the base of your vagina. "This might feel a bit... intense, but just tell me if it's too much, and we'll stop."

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his gaze on you, his concentration unwavering. His thumbs began to move inward, pressing gently but firmly against your perineum in a U-shaped pattern. He exerted just the right amount of pressure to be effective without overdoing it and hurting. You felt yourself tense up reflexively, and he noticed. His voice was soothing as he talked you through it.

"Relax," he spoke softly, his thumbs still working away, "just let it happen. Imagine your body stretching, growing more elastic, more capable of handling whatever comes your way."

You tried to do as he said, focusing on his voice, the steady cadence of his breathing, and the warmth of his hands. It was surprisingly calming, and you felt the tightness in your muscles begin to ease. His thumbs continued to press and release, pressing and releasing in an almost hypnotic rhythm.

As he massaged, he kept up a steady stream of instructions, his voice low and reassuring. "Now, I'm going to press down a little harder and hold for a count of ten. When I release, push back against me gently. This helps to stretch the tissues and get them used to the pressure."

You nodded again, and as he pressed, you felt a strange sensation, a slight discomfort that morphed into something deeper, something that made you want to push back against him. You did as he instructed, feeling the resistance give way under his touch. He held the pressure, counting softly under his breath, and then released, giving you a moment to catch your breath before pressing again.

The massage continued, with each stroke and pressure point bringing with it a new sensation, a new wave of tension, followed by relief. His thumbs moved in unison, his eyes never leaving your face, watching for any sign of distress or pain. But all you felt was the warmth of his touch, the gentle coaxing of your body to prepare for what was to come.

Throughout it all, the music continued, softly accompanying the intimate dance of care and trust that blossomed between you. The candle cast flickering shadows along the walls, while the sweet aroma of vanilla intertwined with the tropical notes of coconut oil, enveloping you in a warm cocoon of comfort.

You were intensely aware of every sensation coursing through you—every breath you took, every rhythmic beat of your heart reverberating in your chest. It felt as though the outside world had dissolved entirely, leaving only the two of you immersed in this deeply intimate, almost sacred act of preparation. His fingers glided with a blend of confidence and tenderness, each deliberate stroke echoing his profound love for you and his unwavering commitment to ensuring that this birth transcended the ordinary, unfolding as smoothly as possible.

And as the moments passed, his ministrations grew bolder, his thumbs pressing deeper and more purposefully. You could feel the tension in the muscles around your vagina and anus begin to loosen, the oil acting as a conduit for his healing touch. He was incredibly meticulous; his movements were precise, and each mere stroke was a testament to his dedication to your comfort and well-being.

"Good," he commended under his breath, his eyes never leaving yours, "you're doing so well."

The room was filled with the sound of your breathing, the occasional sigh escaping your lips as he worked. His eyes searched yours for any signs of distress, his touch unyielding yet tender. You felt a strange sense of weakness, but it was overshadowed by the warmth of his care.

As the massage went on, you began to feel something else—something that surprised you. It was a pleasure—the kind that was slow and deep, building like the crescendo of an unspoken melody. It was a gentle hum in the background of the room, a sensation that grew with each pass of his thumbs.

"Does that feel okay?" he asked again, his voice low and soothing.

You nodded, unable to form words, your breath coming in shallow pants. The pressure was intense, but it was no longer uncomfortable. Instead, it was a strange, thrilling sensation that seemed to resonate through your entire body, echoing in the quiet of the room.

"Now," he said, his voice assuming a more authoritative tone, "I'm going to insert one of my thumbs, okay?"

You took a deep breath, feeling the anticipation build in your chest. He waited for your nod, and when it finally came, he gently slid one thumb inside you, his other thumb still pressing against your perineum. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and you gasped, your body arching off the bed.

"Just breathe,” he recalled to you, his tone steady. "In and out. Relax."

You concentrated on his words, allowing them to envelop you like the gentle waves of the sea, carrying you along and away, floating with the ebb and flow of the tide. His thumb inside you moved in slow, intentional circles, and the pressure on your perineum grew more intense. You felt yourself stretching, opening, as he worked his magic.

"How does that feel?" he asked, his thumb still moving in and out of you in a soothing, flowing motion.

You swallowed, trying to find the words. "It... it feels good," you articulated, your voice laden with emotion.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "Good," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm going to add the other thumb. Just let me know if it's too much."

He slid the second thumb into you, and you bit your bottom lip to keep from crying out. The stretch was significant, but the pleasure had now reached a crescendo, intensifying with each stroke of the moment. His thumbs moved in unison, pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing, as he continued to massage your perineum.

Your breath caught as the pressure mounted, but something else surged alongside the pleasure—a tight knot of fear that had weighed heavily in your chest for weeks. As his thumbs continued working, you opened, slow and patient, and you let out a shaky exhale. The fear of the impending birth, the changes your body would undergo, and the exhaustion of recovery—it all hit you like a ton of bricks. The moment felt overly intimate and raw, and suddenly, the weight of it all pressed down on you.

“Lu,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over your breath mingling with his.

Luigi paused, for the moment, his fingers resting against your skin, grounding you.

“Yes, mama?” he answered, his voice gentle, coaxing you with that term of endearment that he loved more than anything to refer to you as of lately—after all, it was quite fitting.

“I’m scared,” you confessed, swallowing hard, squeezing your eyes shut as the words tumbled. “Of all of it. Of giving birth. Of what happens after. Of my body never feeling the same again. Of not knowing who I’ll be once this baby is here.”

There it was, out in the open, now exposed: the fear you had been trying to bury beneath layers of excitement and anticipation.

His hands stayed firmly on you, with Luigi's touch providing a comforting and warm presence. “I won’t tell you it won’t be scary,” he avowed, leaning in against your inner thigh, resting his head upon the softness of your skin. “Or that it won’t hurt. But you won’t be alone. Not for a single second.”

Your throat tightened. “And what if I don’t recognize myself after?”

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his dark eyes searching yours. “Then we’ll find you again. Together.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and Luigi was there to catch it with his lips, kissing away the fear as if he could absorb it himself. “Listen to me,” he urged, his voice dropping even softer, gushing in deep affection, “You’re the strongest person I know. You’ve got this, and I’ll be there every step of the way, do you understand? I’m not going anywhere. And as for your body…” Leaning down, he sighed, pressing a kiss to your belly, praising up to the heavenly skies hailing above him, “It’s perfect. It’s you—you are so pretty like this. And I’m always going to think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, no matter what.”

You blinked back tears, his words of praise and worship wrapping you around like the feeling of home itself, familiar and full of warmth. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“Of course,” he vowed. “Now, let’s finish getting the rest of you feeling good, too—by doing this massage, maybe you won’t have to worry about a thing.” He resumed his position between your legs, making sure to reposition himself, ensuring that you were comfortably situated. “I promised I’d take care of you, remember?”

Once more, you nodded, overwhelmed with gratitude for his attention to your well-being and his kindness as your husband and the father of his unborn child. Above all, you felt his unwavering love, adoring you and finding joy in caring for you, especially now. With your eyes closed, you allowed your body to sink into the mattress and pillows that embraced you, and for the first time in weeks, you experienced a long-lost feeling—comfort, along with the certainty that you were truly at peace.

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Chocolates vs Aliens Pt. 2

Symbrock x Pregnant!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, PiV sex, unprotected sex, fluff, pregnancy, childbirth, anxiety, mentioned somnophilia (consented), lactation kink(?), oral sex (f! receiving)

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Taglist: @yoink-a-doink @jayfall93 @being-worthy @theflamingraven

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Every day passed meant it was another day your baby girl grew, another kick, another day closer to being able to hold her in your arms and see her tiny face.

Of course, Eddie and Venom were excited, too. You guys moved fast, but everything came in stride, as if you were together for years. Despite the strange circumstances surrounding the three of you, you were content. Eddie and Venom treated the baby as if they fathered it, and you couldn't be happier. Even if you and Venom were in a constant battle for dominance when it came to chocolate. (Spoiler: you almost always won.)

You especially loved it when Venom cradled your belly. He did it at every available opportunity he could snag. Eddie meanwhile took care of a few more mundane things, splitting with Venom the duties of helping your changing body as your due date closed in on you.

Eddie would massage your feet and swollen ankles, while Venom's inky body would surround your midsection, taking the weight of the baby up off your hips, easing the strain on your back...

But your favorite day so far has to be today.

Because right now, you were currently watching Eddie and Venom snap at each other as they struggled to assemble the crib you ordered online.

No written directions were included, merely pictures of most of the crib already assembled; and the two already had to take it apart three times to start over.

"No, that part goes to that part and that one goes there!" Eddie snapped as the symbiote held a screwdriver and a piece of the railing in a long inky tendril.

Venom growled deeply, "WE ARE NEVER BUYING ANYTHING FROM IKEA EVER AGAIN!"

"No the fuck we are not." Eddie huffed. "We're better off buying furniture at a goddamn yard sale!"

You giggled from where you rocked on your reclining chair, your belly heavy and rounded out; effectively making you look like you swallowed a melon whole.

Eddie and Venom snap their heads to pout at you.

"What're you laughing at?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, we'd like to see you try to put something like this together!" Venom snorted.

"Nah, I already have my hands full putting together something waaaay more intricate." You snort back, looking through the cozy baby clothes you'd bought yesterday.

New Years was approaching, and you knew full well you would be due around then, and your poor tiny baby would be absolutely freezing! So you took the preemptive and bought little newborn winter clothes for your girl, including a cute little fluffy teddy onesie with a hood that had cute little ears on it.

"Oh, yeah?" Venom asked, narrowing his eyes skeptically.

"Yep." You pat your tummy, and the skin shifts as a tiny foot kicks from within.

"...Okay yeah fair point." Eddie chuckled, shaking his head.

"Yeahhh, mommy wins again!" You grin, patting your belly once more, earning yet another eager kick as you imagine it to be a high-five.

"What, are you keeping score now?" Eddie sighs, pointing the screwdriver at you.

"Damn right I am." You grin. "Mommy points for the win!"

"And how many points do we have?" Venom inquired, tilting his head.

"Not enough to beat meeeee~"

Both of them snorted and shook their heads, before turning back to the task of assembling the frustrating crib that would soon, very soon, cradle your newborn daughter.

If Eddie or Venom ever put her down, that is.

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Christmas came and went in what felt like the blink of an eye. Your little celebration was small, and you even invited Mrs Chen over to join in on your festivities.

Which mostly consisted of pizza, a sandwich board, and chicken wings, plus a few homemade goodies that Ms Chen brought with her. Not the best meal idea, but it was a party, and damn those wings were good.

You and Venom even gifted Sonny and Cher a nice little seed treat you baked for them as a Christmas present for being "such good birdies".

Baking for chickens, now that was a first. But hearing their happy little clucks as Venom petted them and talked baby to them was absolutely adorable and worth the trouble. As were the large eggs afterwards!

Your mood swings had petered out about two or three months ago (you weren't sure, but Eddie insisted when you didn't break into tears watching a documentary about penguins) and unfortunately, well...

There are other symptoms of a pregnancy that you really thought you could stave off. You tried, you really did, but Venom having such heightened senses and being able to pick up on your scent and hormones? Oh, yeah. You were screwed.

Literally. In several different ways. You'd only had sex once or twice in a previous relationship, and with how disappointing that was, you definitely preferred to handle your urges yourself.

Where your ex-partner previously failed, Venom and Eddie were overachievers.

Taking great care with your belly and baby, they did whatever they could to ensure you were comfortable before making you so strung out your brain could barely form a coherent thought. Between Venom's tongue and Eddie's hands, you were a whimpering, trembling mess when the two would take you to bed.

Venom was especially ravenous in his sexual appetite. After learning more about sex and the pleasure it brought since bonding with Eddie... Where his host was a meal, you were a full-course desert that he would lose himself in.

Some nights, when he would climb through your window, he would immediately seek you out, drawn in by the lingering adrenaline from the hunt and the smell of you.

When you weren't moving about your apartment, Venom could find you in bed, sleeping fitfully. That was when he would crawl up under the blankets and find his way between your legs, not letting up until you woke up a panting mess.

Yeah, definitely the best way to be woken up, in your opinion. There were worse ways. Waaaay worse. Especially because your pregnancy-libido certainly wasn't complaining, the rush of endorphins afterwards would help outweigh the growing anxiety as the days passed.

Every day meant you were closer to your due date. Every day meant you were closer to experiencing possibly the worst pain you will ever feel in your life.

And there was the chance something could go wrong, that your baby could get stuck, or the umbilical cord could wrap around her, or she could be in a breech position...

You feel Eddie's hands gently encircle you, lazily draped over your shoulders as you sat in the shower chair, the warm water pattering over you two. It was New Year's Eve, and you two decided a calm, relaxing shower was a nice way to unwind before you poked your head out of your window to watch the fireworks people would inevitably launch to usher in the new year.

"Hey, sweets." He said to you softly, his thumbs brushing your collarbone softly. "We can feel your pulse jumping like crazy. You okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I just..." You sigh.

"Liar." Eddie chuckled, bringing his large hands to your shoulders to press his thumbs into your weak spots, making you shiver and drag out a soft noise from you.

"C'mon." He urged gently as he massaged you, sending delightful shivers down your back and to your toes and all the way back up again.

"You can tell us, sweets. You thinking about the delivery again?"

You deflate a little, the bliss of his skilled hands drifting away from your grasp as the weight of your baby's birth came back to your mind.

"...Yeah. I'm just... I'm so, so worried, Eddie." You say, feeling your lip begin to wobble.

"I've read so many horrible things online of how it could go wrong, and..."

Venom's head suddenly slinks around you until his strange body is stretched so he could look you in the eyes.

"But there's also good things." He rumbled. "You might have a quick birth, not having to go through it for hours or even days..."

"And hey, you might even be one of those ladies who sneezes and pop! The baby's out!" Eddie added in, making Venom groan.

You can help but chuckle at how absurd it sounded, and you knew Venom was inwardly cringing at such a naive suggestion.

"I doubt I'll be that lucky." You sigh, a smile finally gracing your soft lips.

"Hey! You never know!"

"Idiot." Venom huffed.

"Shithead." Eddie smirked.

You feel your anxieties settle a bit, at least for now.

Your hands trail over your belly, over the thin purple lines crossing your skin, your fingers gently caressing the rising and falling bumps as your baby shifted and rolled around inside your womb.

"...Willow." Venom suddenly said.

You and Eddie blinked and stared at him, brows raised and eyes large, a long silence filling the shower as the water ran over you.

"What?" You ask him.

"For a name. You're gonna be due any day now." He purred, leaning his face closer to your belly.

"Still haven't settled on one."

"Where did you hear that name, Vee?" Eddie asked, shock evident in his tone.

"In some TV show I flicked through when you two were asleep. I like it." He replied simply, pressing his muzzle to your belly, feeling the tiny feet and hands thrash out from within.

"Okay, as far as names go that's... actually a good one." Eddie murmured.

"...Willow." You repeat softly.

It was a beautiful name. And honestly... You liked it. You had yet to pick a name for yourself, indecision being your worst enemy your entire life made the process that much harder.

Picking a name was one of your fears, too. You wanted your daughter to have a wonderful one; one she could carry with pride, and the pressure you placed on yourself to pick the perfect one was what screwed you up on that.

But this name, the one Venom suggested felt... right.

"Yeah." You smile once again. "Yeah. Her name can be Willow."

Venom grinned a shark-like grin and nuzzled his face into your belly like a happy affectionate cat, purring like one, too.

"Well, I'm glad that's a weight off of you." Eddie chuckled, resuming his earlier massage into your shoulders, earning another blissful sigh from you.

Yeah... Things will work out. After all, as long as you had these two with you, you felt like you could handle anything.

You relaxed and leaned into Eddie's touch, a little whimper escaping you as his thumbs knead into a knot in your shoulders.

Venom grinned up at you, and you knew fell the glint in his eyes meant you were in trouble.

And you knew that Eddie had the same smirk.

"No point in hiding it, sweet thing." Venom growled lowly, his tongue laving out to taste the skin on your hip, tracing the stretch marks etched into your skin.

"We know what gets you going." Eddie said quietly, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

You shivered when Venom's tongue slithered lower, past the swell of your midsection and down to your twitching clit.

"It's n-not my fault..." You whined, your voice cut off by a breathy moan as you felt Venom's tongue squirm past your entrance and into your tight, gummy walls.

"Of course not." Eddie hummed, massaging your shoulders as you arched your spine as little as you could; Venom's inky body slinked around you, enveloping you and keeping you from slipping off the shower chair in the process while he proceeded to eat you out with voracious hunger.

Eddie hissed suddenly, his fingers halting in their ministrations to squeeze you softly.

"Eddie, what--" You panted.

But that's when you felt it. The water was getting cold.

"Maybe we should move this to the bed, hm?" Venom cackled.

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"Eddie, fuck..." You whimpered fingers gripping tight into your bedsheets as Eddie rutted his nose against your clit, his lips and tongue dancing through your soaked folds as his hands pawed at your hips, bringing you down closer every time you squirmed away.

As Eddie devoured you, part of Venom's mass was completely surrounding his cock, sucking and stroking in time with his tongue as it pushed and pulled against your weeping cunt.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. As much as you wanted more, you also wanted to push him away because the sensations were beginning to become too much for you to handle.

Your eyes were rolled back into your head as you felt that blissful feeling begin roll into a roaring crescendo, threatening to overtake you and make your heart patter out of your lungs.

God, you wished your belly wasn't in the way so you could see what he looked like between your legs. One day, soon.

Or, well... At least once you were fully recovered after the birth. Which would probably be a while.

You were so lost in Eddie's mouth working you over that you didn't notice Venom leering at you, saliva dripping around his fangs as his eyes narrowed to barely-there slits, focused intently on your heaving breasts; both long since swollen and sensitive as your milk came in.

You certainly didn't notice the small beads of hazy white liquid beading up and threatening to roll down the soft mounds of flesh as your orgasm approached.

"Oh, fuck--" You gasped, weakly rolling your hips to meet Eddie's eager mouth.

For a split second, you hear Venom snarl softly, before all of a sudden his mouth was on you, latching onto your pebbled nipple, his tongue rolling and squeezing your breast to get out every drop of that sweet liquid he could.

"Fuck." Eddie groaned, pulling back to breathe heavily.

Venom made sure Eddie could taste your milk as he drank from you readily, the flavor coating his tongue and flooding his taste buds to combine with the sweet taste of your nectar that coated his face and chin.

It was an intoxicating combination.

Eddie's eyes rolled a bit as he dove back in, aggressively sucking and nipping at your clit, gently prodding your entrance with his fingers as Venom proceeded to try and drain your breasts of all their milk.

All at once, the combined feelings had your mind blacking out, every muscle tensing as you came; your teeth snagging your bottom lip between them and you made a loud moan, barely able to string their names out of your mouth as they helped you ride out your orgasm.

Eddie pulls his mouth away from you and rises to his knees while Venom pulls himself free (albeit reluctantly) of your breast, licking the stray rivulets of milk that had begun to run down the sides of your tits.

"So sweet, love." He purred, licking his chops. "But we need more."

Venom's head merged back into Eddie's body, his inky mass slinking down his arms until it was comfortably arching your hips and back off the bed while Eddie rutted his sensitive cock against your sensitive cunt, still fluttering and clenching around nothing as the remnants of your orgasm waned.

But every lazy stroke of his hips sent little bolts of lightning arcing through your nerves, stretching out the little aftershocks just a bit farther as he carefully slid his cock into your hungry cunt.

"Fucking tight." Eddie hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes pinching shut.

"Not gonna last long, sweets." He rasped.

Between Venom working his cock over and edging him while he ate you out, and how your silky wet heat enveloped him so wonderfully tight, he could already feel himself getting lost in your body.

"Eddie, please..." You keened, your fingers going to grip at his wrists, your nails digging into his skin with each plunge of his cock into your needy hole.

He was careful with you, trying not to jostle you (and the baby) too much as he fucked you.

You felt the pressure build up low in your belly once more, squeezing down and sending another tight feeling down your spine as you became hyper-aware of every vein in his cock as he glided in and out of your hole.

"Almost, baby, almost..." Eddie breathed, wriggling one of his wrists free so he could brace it in the pillow by your head to give himself a bit of leverage as he rocked his hips into yours.

He could feel his orgasm climbing fast; sweat dripping down his brow as your delicate hands slid over his shoulders. The way you bit your lip and locked eyes with him only drove him further into no man's land.

"Fuck." He moaned weakly, his pace stuttering and dragging out as he felt the first volley of cum shoot out of his sensitive tip.

He had enough control to pull out, rutting his hips over your belly as the rest of his cum shot over your swollen belly and twitching pussy, his cock once more rutting against you as he came hard.

Your teeth grit and your nails dug in as Eddie buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting hard into your damp skin as you feel a sensation you were almost familiar with burst low, a fresh burst of wetness gushing from you are the pressure on your lower spine builds and tingles.

"Oh, fuck." You swallow. "Eddie."

"Yeah?" He asks, pulling back to look down at you with an almost cocky smile on his face.

"I think my water broke."

He and Venom both immediately began to panic.

"WHAT?!"

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The scrambling to get to the hospital moved by you in a blur. One minute Eddie was hastily dressing you in one of your sundresses, slippers, and a pair of panties, the next you were carried like some sort of fairytale princess down to the car park.

Good luck getting an ambulance out to your place tonight...

Eddie and Venom bickered the whole time to your car, your hospital bag prepped and slung over Eddie's shoulder as he guided you down to your car.

They sat you in the passenger seat and helped you buckle in as the first set of contractions ripple through you. As the pain flashed, you couldn't help but be reminded by your earlier concerns.

You read that some women felt pain for days, or hours before their water broke. Why were you only feeling it now? Was that a bad thing? Was something wrong?

Fuck, you knew it would hurt, but... you weren't prepared for the sudden sharp stabbing. You expected it to start as a throb and build from there, not immediately start out like someone was hacking away at your lower half.

When you arrived at the hospital, Eddie had actually slipped and busted his ass on the freshly mopped floor in his haste to fetch you a wheelchair.

You would have laughed, if you hadn't been gripping the safety handle in the car, screaming as another sharp jolt stabbed through you.

A few nurses even chased him out, harping about how he could have a concussion from falling, but quieted when they saw what had him in such a frantic rush.

Your baby girl was coming, whether you were ready or not.

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It had been close to four hours, and you were almost ready to deliver; nearly fully dilated, as your obstetrician cheerfully announced, a smile so cheerful and calm you almost kicked her in the face.

She was less impressed with Eddie, however, as she pulled him out of the delivery room to talk.

"We'll be right back, luv." She assured you sweetly.

"Uh... Is--is everything okay? You were saying they were okay, and--" He blurted out nervously.

"No, no, she's fine." She assured him, pushing her glasses up her nose once more.

"Then what..."

"I couldn't help but notice how hesitant she was to tell me how she went into labor. But I have to know, did she fall? Injure her belly in any way?" She questions.

"No! No, god no." Eddie said, waving his hands and shaking his head. "Nothing like that!"

She crossed her arms and tapped her finger on her bicep, a thick brow quirking upwards on her freckled brow.

"...Were the two of you having sex?"

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck fuck fuck.

FUCK.

"Uh... I, er..." Eddie put a hand on his hip and scratched the back of his head, casting a look into the room where you were read-faced and sweaty while the nurses wiped your face with a towel while your hands gripped the handles in the birthing chair you were seated in.

He blew a puff of air out of his cheeks.

God, he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. The embarrassment of the situation was too much for him, having this teeny tiny Irish woman stare him down.

"I'm not judging you." She says flatly, not letting him escape her microscopic gaze. "But I have to tell you that there is a reason we tell pregnant patients to avoid penetrative sex, or excessive sex this late into their third trimester. It can make them go into labor."

She clicked her tongue and sighed. "You're lucky that she was so close to her due date that the baby isn't in any real danger. But it was still reckless. Regardless if she consented or not, this sort of thing can be dangerous, you hear me?"

Eddie wilted, feeling very much like a puppy who got caught wee'ing on the carpet, shame and mortification filling every inch of his body. Even Venom felt this way, cringing internally at the truths the doctor spat at them as she gave her lecture.

Her rant was cut short when you made a sharp yelp, jerking and clutching at your belly and one of the nurses came rushing to the doorway.

"Doctor O'Halloran, she's ready. We can already feel the baby's head. Looks like this baby wants out now!" She said, absolutely calm and no concern in her voice. If anything, she sounded excited!

Eddie meanwhile was frantic as O'Halloran clicked her tongue again, checking her watch with an almost bored glance. "Huh. Look't that. Well! Let's get this baby out of her! Adjust the chair so she's a bit more comfortable."

She grinned at Eddie, "Well? C'mon, Papa! You better be in here to see your baby girl!"

He felt his heart surge and flop in his chest when she said that. It was finally settling in.

Papa.

Their baby. Their baby girl.

Eddie had scrambled to behind the chair, leaning forward to wrap his arms around you.

He was glad he had Venom to strengthen his body, because god, could he swear you had suddenly gained incredible super strength as you began to push, crying and screaming as your lungs were squeezed of air, the pain so blinding you had actually fainted for a few seconds, all while not losing your inhumanly tight grip on his hand.

You had shouted more obscenities than Eddie and Venom had ever heard you swear, in between crying and apologizing for saying them and fainting like a messed up cycle.

Doctor O'Halloran assured Eddie this was normal rather calmly as you came to yet again, just to cry and scream again as your body struggled to push the baby free of your birth canal.

The smell of blood immediately had Venom wanting to surge forth, despite knowing there was nothing he could do for you currently except support you from inside of Eddie as you endured the most painful struggle of your life and he bore witness to something he'd never seen with his own eyes.

The bringing of a life into the world.

It hurt the both of them, to see you hurting so badly as you strained to bring Willow out for the world to see. Thankfully, as Venom had hoped earlier in the night, your birth was going quickly.

Not painlessly, of course, oh no. Definitely not painless.

"The moment we get home, I'm bonding with her. I know I can do it." Venom whined within Eddie as you sobbed in pain. "I want to fix her. I don't want her to hurt anymore after this."

Eddie silently agreed, hoping you would consent to melding with the symbiote to heal the damages your body was going through to birth your baby.

They just wished that you didn't have--

All at once, your body went slack and your eyes shut, but before the boys could panic any further, a tiny, ear-piercing wail filled the room.

"A girl! A nice set of lungs on her!" O'Halloran laughed as she scooped up and handed the newborn off to the nurse. She knew that Eddie (and Venom of course) were too preoccupied between staring in awe at the squirming purple body the nurse held to focus on cutting the cord.

All they could think about was her.

She was here. In front of them. Finally.

Those tiny feet that kicked out at them all this time, the little head they could feel shift around in your belly...

The nurses adjusted the chair enough to allow you to lean back, and Eddie covered your face in kisses, waking you up again with a mad grin.

And, heaven fucking bless you; amazing, gorgeous, powerful you, you smiled back. A tired, watery smile as you cried in victory.

Giving birth and being birthed was the closest thing that someone could come to dying and still come out of it. Many were not so lucky, but they were glad you were among the majority that emerged from this bloody struggle with a smile on your face and mirth in your bloodshot eyes.

The nurses wiped your baby down a bit before pulling your gown down to place her squirming, hiccuping body onto your bare chest.

Your hands weakly went to cradle her warm body, kissing the top of her head where a patch of fuzzy hair was.

"Hey, sweetheart." You sniffled, whispering against the wet fuzz.

You could barely get words out as emotions surged out of you all at once, overwhelming your body and mind as you cradled your precious child.

Almost immediately as your voice washed over her, it was as if the angry baby instantly calmed. It was like your soft, happy sobs were a soothing balm to her squirming body.

Neither could tell who moved it first, but Eddie's hand went to cover yours, Willow looking positively teeny beneath his large hand, watching in awe as her tiny, fat little fingers clawed and groped at your chest.

The sounds of loud booms from outside filled your ears, making her jump and wail once more as you coo'd and murmured to your baby.

"Hey, Eddie?" You sniffled, looking up at him.

"Y... Yeah?" Eddie asked, his throat tight as tears began to build at the corners of his eyes.

You tipped your head and kissed his jaw, weak and tired.

"Happy new year."

You were only faintly aware of the nurses cheering; both the healthy baby you birthed and in celebration of the new year ahead of you.

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They kept you at the hospital for another two days after you gave birth. After passing the placenta and remaining viscera of the birth, your body felt like literal tons of strain had been lifted from you.

And of course you, at the same time, felt like you had been tackled unprotected by a professional linebacker.

So, of course as soon as Venom offered to ease your comfort and repair the damage you agreed. It would certainly save on the recovery time. Sure, it would be hard to explain during your next checkup, but you'd cross that bridge when you got to it.

Ms Chen had gone to the hospital, as she was practically the closest thing either of you had to a mother and she wanted to see the baby. She carried an armload of supplies with her, too. Including some kinda balm that frankly stunk of something akin to menthol, but whatever it did, it certainly eased the pain on your poor nethers.

And of course, she gave a shit-eating grin when you named her honorary grandma.

Even Eddie's ex, Anne, came with her fiancee to congratulate him and coo over the adorable little bundle he so proudly cradled in his strong arms.

He certainly had nurses swooning, but you knew their eyes were only for you. Especially after he cried some more when you wanted his name on her birth certificate.

Right now, you watched as Willow suckled on her cute pink pacifier that Anne had slipped down to the gift shop to buy while they were at the hospital.

She was dressed in a soft two-piece to ensure the remnants of the umbilical cord weren't too aggravated, her cute little face pinched as she grunted in her sleep, exhausted from feeding and content as you carefully swaddled her.

Eddie came up behind you as Venom's head emerged from his body, all three of you looking down as your newborn dreamt whatever dreams babies had. Probably about her next feeding time.

"She's so fucking cute." Eddie sighed dreamily.

"I know! And she's so chunky." You giggle. "I had a real meatball of a baby. No wonder I was so big."

"Nah, you're beautiful." Eddie chuckled, kissing the skin of your shoulder that had been exposed by your oversized T-shirt. One of his, for sure, but he didn't mind.

Venom purred in a near-silent content, before turning to look at Eddie with a shark-like grin, sending a thought telepathically for only him to hear.

The thought made Eddie choke and start to laugh as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"What? What's so funny, you ginormous dorks?" You snicker.

"Ah. Eh..." Eddie said, grinning widely. "...Vee says he calls dibs on the next one."

"Next one..?" You say, your brows furrowing.

"Yeah... the next one. He wants to be the one to knock you up next time."

"Oh, my god!" You gasped, spinning around to slap at Eddie's shoulder while he and Venom laughed. "You two are horrible! Have mercy on my poor body!"

Venom leaned in, nuzzling the pulse in your neck.

"We didn't hear a no..."

[revelboo]

Would you do something for Sunstreaker and Sideswipe with a human reader? Maybe Sides and the Reader get along but Sunny is worried the human will steal Sides from him?

(P.S. Sides and Sunny are not shipped together btw)

Lambo twins!

Can't Finish What You Started

Sideswipe x Reader, Sunstreaker x Reader

Warnings: 18+ storyline 🌶️

• Sometimes Optimus Prime misses those days of innocence before he’d had the mantle of Prime forced upon him. Along with the responsibility. Like now as he stares at the limp human dangling from Sideswipe’s servos. The other twin, Sunstreaker scowling at the world, but most of his hostility focused on the unconscious human. He’d made rules to protect his Autobots and the helpless, little natives of this world. It hasn’t occurred to him that anyone would go out trying to find a human all alone, then deliberately transform out of alt mode just for the excuse of claiming their own human. There’s a few of them already about the Ark, a problem he’s aware of, but unsure how to solve. Let them go and hope they don’t run to their military or government screaming about aliens? Keeping them trapped hadn’t been ideal, but the humans had been well taken care of. Mostly.

• As annoyed as Prime is with him, Sideswipe knows he’s not going to take the human away. If he does, he’ll have to give it to someone else and that’s going to cause more problems. And no one can actually prove he revealed himself on purpose. That he’d been curious about the little creatures after consuming human media and he’d always wanted a pet, anyway. This one hadn’t even tried to fight or run. Just stared up at him as he towered over it and keeling over without a sound before he could pick it up. And he has to fight a grin as Prime just vents heavily and tells him to have Ratchet check the little organic out for injuries.

• Walking back toward Sideswipe’s quarters, Sunstreaker glances at the squishy, little thing his twin is carrying, optics narrowing as Sideswipe runs a servo over the human’s head, the touch almost affectionate. “You know you’re going to have to feed it, clean up after it,” he grumbles. He’s seen Wheeljack worrying over his, heard that Prowl and Bluestreak both have one, too. He just can’t understand it. “All the time.”

• Sunny’s annoyed, but what else is new. His twin has been perpetually irritated since they came online on Earth. That anger of his even hotter than it had been before, a seething hate that Sideswipe tries to ignore since it’s never directed at him and he understands it. Sunny’s always been the stronger of them, the one looking out for them both before they’d found the Autobots. Now everything is uncertain and there are threats everywhere. “We can share it,” he says, using the tip of a servo to nudge its head to the side. Its eyes are still closed, heart beat and breathing still slow. Its skin is so much cooler than his, soft. “You don’t think it’s kind of cute?”

• The minute he holds out the human in offering, Sunstreaker bares his denta and recoils. “No and I’m not touching that nasty, little thing. You don’t even know where it’s been.” Venting, Sideswipe studies that little face, not at all put off by Sunny’s hostility. It is cute, a little thing he can carry around. Talk to openly, because talking to Sunny can be uncomfortable, his every choice being weighed and judged.

• No matter Sunny’s vehemence, he’ll keep pestering. Wear him down. Suspects Sunny might miss having to look after him. Take care of him. Something soft to care for might be just what his twin needs even if he’ll complain like a little glitch the whole time. Because, honestly? He suspects a lot of that sullen anger might be from feeling useless, because he doesn’t need Sunny to take care of him anymore. He’s gotten stronger, more sure of himself. This isn’t Kaon. He’s not the same mech clinging to Sunny’s servos for safety, afraid and hungry.

• Rumbling softly, Sideswipe absently strokes his servo over the human and Sunny growls to himself. That thing needs to go. Humans don’t belong among Cybertronians and Sideswipe can barely take care of himself. The last thing he needs is something dependent on him, because how long until Sides gets bored with it? Forgets to feed it or tries to pawn it off on him because it’s too much work. Or worse, becomes obsessed with the thing. Maybe forgets him completely. Lip curling, he glares at the little organic. It only looks harmless, but that thing is a threat and needs to be treated as such.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Fools Rush In 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, naivety, horny Jake, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Jake Jensen

Summary: you marry your online boyfriend only to find that IRL is much more intense. (plus!reader)

Note: another one i didn't expect!

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You hold back a giggle as you stare at the screen. Even through webcam, Jake looks nervous. His cheeks are red as he recites the line after the officiant, his eyelashes flickering as if he can’t focus. Your own heat is racing. 

“...see no impediment to why I should not be wed...” He continues. 

Your eyes almost cross as your cheeks bulb. It’s not every little girl’s dream wedding but that’s never been something you cared about. You didn’t want to be let down if it never happened. This is perfect though. You’re marrying him. Someone who makes you laugh. Someone who listens. 

He finishes the same avowal you gave and officiant squints as the read through their script. You fix your pearl head band, glad your fidgeting hands are out of frame. Jensen wipes his forehead as the final line comes. 

“I now declare you husband and wife from this day forth,” he proclaims. 

You give a giddy shimmy and Jake blows a kiss before bashfully looking away. The officiant congratulates you and you thank him. They leave the call and screen comes up in the app confirming your marriage is complete. You blink. 

“That’s... it?” You murmur. 

“Ha, yeah, I guess we’re married,” Jake chuckles.  

You smile at the lens, yeah. I’m sorry... sorry I couldn’t come down sooner. It’s expensive right now.” 

“You know I’ll wait,” he assures you. “I have.” 

“Oh, I know, Jakey.” 

He grins, “I love it when you call me that.” He rubs his eyes. “I love being able to see you.” 

“It would be nicer in person,” you say. He nods and deflates just a little. His eyes narrow. “What?” 

“You’re just so pretty,” he says. “I married the most beautiful woman on earth. Wow.” 

“J,” you chide, “please, you’re so lame.” 

“Lame and your husband,” he teases. 

You chitter again and cup your cheeks as your smile aches, “Jake...” 

“Yes, honey,” he says. 

“I do have a surprise...” You bite your lip, “for the wedding night.” 

“You do?” His eyes round. You nod. 

“Can I show you?” 

“Yes, honey,” he utters, once more brushing the brims of his eyes. 

You get up and back away. Your puffy dress clouds out around you. The layers are short enough that they don’t make you feel too big. You sway and clutch the skirt above your thigh. 

“Close your eyes!” You command. 

He covers his face and chuckles. You notice his bow tie, a bright green with a little charm in the middle. He’s got his own style but so do you. You love that he just doesn’t care. 

You reach back to tug down the zipper. It’s a bit off a struggle but you manage to get it halfway. You wiggle free of the layers and step out. You look up to make sure he’s not watching. 

You check the little image of you in the corner, not too closely. The lacy one-piece linger is high-cut on your pelvis and lifts your chest so it jiggles with each breath. You pose and let out a nervous puff. 

“Jakey?” You say, “you can look.” 

He drops his hands and his mouth falls open. He leans in and blinks. You burn with self-consciousness. 

“I-I-I—honey! Oh! My!” He stammers as his eyes look ready to roll back, “that’s... you’re so hot!” 

“Really?” You squeal and shimmy. You gasp as your tits threaten to spill over and you catch the top of your chest. 

“Oh, fuck, sorry,” he covers his mouth. 

“You really like it?” 

He peels his hand away, “God, yes.” 

You tilt your head and drag your hands down the lace. He groans and shifts. 

“Can I see the back?” He asks. 

You make a face. You couldn’t find anything that wasn’t a thong. It’s supposed to be sexy but you would feel better with a bit more. 

You turn and he growls. You look over your shoulder as he bites his fist. You give a sheepish grin. 

“It’s okay?” 

“Spec-tacular,” he chokes on the word. 

“Yeah?” You face him. 

“Baby, what are you doing?” He groans. “I want to touch you so bad. I need to.” 

“Me too,” you coo and near the computer. “One day. I wish... I wish it wasn’t like this.” 

“I wouldn’t change a thing as long as I got you,” he grits. He stares, hesitant as he searches the screen. “Can we... have some fun?” 

“Oh, uh, I... sure,” you can’t say no. It is your wedding day. 

“Why don’t you tell me what we’ll do, huh? When we meet.” 

“Um, oh,” you bat your lashes, “I don’t...” 

“Can you back up again?” He interrupts. “So I can see all of you?” 

“Oh, sure,” you obey and back up, pulling the chair with you to sit. 

“Open your legs,” he snarls. 

A thrill rolls through you and you obey. You watch him as he reaches down and his chest strains. You gulp. 

“Well, I’ll wear this,” you begin, “and... I’ll kiss you.” 

“Mmm,” he hums, “what else?” 

“And I’ll hug you and er, touch you all over.” 

He purrs again as his arm moves slowly. You realise he’s touching himself off-screen. You shudder. 

“And then, um, um...” 

“Will you get on top?” He rasps, “or do you want me on you?” He grunts and pushes his head back,  “tell me how you want it, baby.” 

You’ve never been good at the dirty talk. It makes you nervous. You’re still not sure if he knows you really don’t know what to do. 

“Yeah, you could... be on top.” 

“Can I see your tits?” He asks suddenly. 

You bat your lashes and another raze of fire spreads over you. You nod and bring your hands up to the straps of the bodysuit. You shiver as he bites his lip. 

“Come on, baby, I bet they’re just as gorgeous as the rest of you,” he coaxes. “Mmm, I’m almost there, please?” 

You pull the straps down and fold the cups over. Your tits spill out and you squeak. His neck strains and he growls. 

“Mm, yes, and they’re all mine. You’re all mine,” he drones as his image shakes, “my wife.”