“Sweet Dreams”

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Still the Same | KTH

Kim Taehyung Smut One Shot 🔞

☆Pairing: taehyung x reader

☆Word Count: 3.6k

☆Genre: smut, ex lovers au, sub!taehyung, dom!reader, bdsm

☆Contains: bdsm material, hints of toxic relationship, happy ending, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, pain kink, use of razor blade, blood sweat & tears pun fully intended

☆:Summary: When you left your bdsm partner/boyfriend Taehyung last year, it left him shattered. Running into him at a party, he seems to be a completely different person. He seems to have ditched his past lifestyle. However, you know exactly how to bring him back to his old ways.

A/N: no author’s note today, just sub tae having a pain kink>>>

Content below is for mature audiences only. Please be advised. Contents may be triggering to some.

It's pathetic. You never go to parties and the absurdity of this one reminds you of how badly you hate them. You hate how the dim red lights give you a migraine, how there's not a single sober person, and how you're alone.

Or maybe you hate this party so badly because it reminds you of him. It reminds you of the countless nights you've spent under dim red lights, lovingly torturing him.

You had to leave him, though. It was for the sake of you both. Your lifestyle wasn't healthy, and you couldn't continue to destroy him. Leaving him was the only option as he was too blind-sighted by your "love" to understand how toxic it really was. He was fully under your control, and leaving him was the only way to snap him out of that.

Waving a cloud of smoke away from your face, you stride towards the back door.

You're at a spontaneous party in an eerie part of Daegu that's being held on the top floor of a poor-condition apartment complex. You wanted to be put in danger tonight, to fear your surroundings, and coming to this part of town was the only way to get that adrenaline rush you so badly crave. Ever since you left him, you haven't gotten that specific adrenaline rush you've been searching for. But this party was worth a shot.

Climbing your way up the fire escape, you grasp onto the edge of the rooftop and use all your upper body strength to lift yourself up and onto its surface. You'd be lying if you said you weren't secretly hoping to slip.

The view of the town from here was something straight out of a horror film. Dark purple streetlights mixed with the dark red glow coming from each building's windows. You can only imagine what sort of crimes were happening around you this very second.

The air up here is heavier, causing you to rub your forearms with your hands to soothe your chills.

Although, your effort was pointless as you come to realize you are not alone on this rooftop.

A silhouette of a man's back profile is darkly displayed several feet away from you, presumably eyeing the view.

Your first thought was that this stranger is probably waiting for his prey. You knew you were going to get hurt shortly because no man from these parts would just be casually waiting on a rooftop. Your heartbeat inclines, and you bask in the adrenaline rush while you can.

But when the man turns his head slightly into the dim purple lighting, a dissolving fog of cigarette smoke reveals the face of the man you once broke.

Your heart stills in your chest.

"Taehyung?"

His intentional ignorance to your voice confirms that it's him, so you walk closer.

Stopping a few feet behind him, his back is facing you, and his cigarette smoke continues to surround the both of you.

"You smoke now?" Your tone was curious with a hint of judgment. It's so unlike him to smoke, let alone be at this party. It's also very unlike him to show anger or annoyance towards you.

"Ever since you left me."

His tone was casual but his words made your heartbreak.

"It's been a year baby... Don't tell me you're still angry with me."

As you giggle through your last sentence, teasingly nudging at his back, he throws his cigarette to the ground and aggressively moves your hand off of him before striding back over to the fire escape stairs.

You exaggeratedly gasp in amusement, a sadistic giggle leaving your lips as you're faced with this completely different version of him.

"That's very unlike you, Tae. What happened to my soft and innocent baby? You used to be so good for me."

You were well aware you were making his skin crawl, but a part of you wanted to see him snap.

"I'm not your baby, Y/N. Stop."

Before he could get any closer to the exit, you run and beat him to it. Standing in front of him, your heels nearly hanging off of the rooftop's ledge, he looks at you with a blank face. His eyes tell a million different things, but you pretend not to notice and instead naively bat your eyes up at him, causing his jaw to clench.

"What do you want from me, Y/N? You left me."

His point was more than valid, but seeing him now, defying you, makes you crave that adrenaline rush more than ever.

"And so now you're mad at me?" You mockingly pout.

"I'm not 'mad' at you... I'm done with you."

Raising your eyebrows in exaggerated shock, you smile.

"Ouch, baby."

"Stop calling me baby! I'm not yours. Not anymore."

You're determined to see the Taehyung you once knew again. And you know he's still in there somewhere. This is just an act of his, he still wants to be in your power and you see it so clearly.

Out of words to say, you mischievously grin and take a full step backward.

Instantly he tries to reach out with a horrified shout of your name, but he doesn't grab you in time as you are already white-knuckling the thin bar of the fire escape railing with both hands, body dangling in the air.

"Say it, Taehyung." You warn while looking up at him.

He hops down from the rooftop and onto the frail metal stairs, very cautiously trying not to shake it.

"Y/N, come up! Are you fucking crazy?"

You giggle at his alarmed state, one hand coming off.

"Maybe I am." You speak as he lets out another terrified shriek. "Say it and I'll come up... My hand is starting to feel slippery." You didn't have to tell him what to say because you know he's still in there deep down. You're confident in that. It's just the matter of him saying it—

"I belong to you! I'm yours and I'll always be yours. When you left me I fucking broke, Y/N. I needed you and I still do, so please, come up."

You grin at the way he said please, missing this side of him so badly. Pleased with his response, you bring your loose hand back to the railing and pull yourself up with the help of him.

Standing face to face on the small platform of the fire escape staircase, you can hear his heart beating profusely.

"Was any of that true?" You can't help but ask.

He sighs in exhaustion from the past event, his eyes trailing down to his feet.

"All of it."

His voice is still shaken, and you start to feel a little bad for scaring him like you did. Cupping his cheek, you stroke beneath his eye with your thumb.

"How can I believe that?" Your tone is soft and gentle, your eyes examining his features that you've missed so much.

His eyes flick back up, only this time they're replaced with a certain softness that you're far too familiar with.

"I'll prove it. I want to prove it... Please?"

Your lips part at his whined words, all of the adrenaline hitting you at once. His eyes are darting back and fourth on yours, that certain ‘softness’ being more prominent than ever.

He wants you to dominate him, right here right now.

You stare into his needy eyes for a moment longer, many feelings taking over at once. The biggest being guilt. With the way he’s waiting so badly for you to take him right now, completely setting aside the fact you left him last year, it makes you feel so beyond guilty for abandoning him. He never deserved that. Not wasting another second, you decide to channel your frustration with yourself onto him.

“Follow me, baby.”

Making your way back through the crimson-lit home, intoxicated bodies pool around every open area. Taehyung follows behind you closely.

You have no idea where you’re going, but you’re hoping to find a room.

After wiggling the handles of two locked and occupied doors, you finally get to a free room.

The furniture is on its last leg and the wallpaper is peeling significantly, but the more eerie the ambiance the better the experience. The red gleam peaks through each side crack on the door and the purple streetlights shining through the window is what gives the room some sort of main light.

Ultimately, everything was dim but still bright enough to see his awaiting figure.

Taehyung stood in front of the closed door, patiently watching as you gaze over the room, eventually standing by the window.

“Sit there.” You point at the bottom edge of the bed.

He immediately makes his way to the spot, doe eyes on you as he waits for further instructions.

Your heart isn’t going too wild, in fact it seems as if it’s not going at all. Perhaps the adrenaline of the situation was too good and sent it to a full stop.

But it beats again when observing Taehyung’s body sitting there, waiting for you to guide it.

You slowly remove your large and heavy black jean jacket, followed by your loose lace trimmed mini dress. Taehyung’s eyes don’t leave yours the entire time, you never told him to.

“Look at me, Tae. Look at my body.”

He gives you a small nod before lowering his gaze to your matching black bra and panties, his breathing picking up.

You make your way to him, stopping in front of his knees that are pressed together. You look down at him.

“Eyes up.”

He obliges.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

As he stares up at you, you run a hand through the top of his hair, the other hand delicately holding his chin.

“Yes, it’s purple.”

You smile at the fact he remembered, and you can’t help but to wonder how he survived a full year without this. How did he fulfill his sexual needs and fantasies?

“What did you do when I left?”

He visibly gulps, nerves taking over his expression. You tilt your head at this odd response, your hand that’s on his chin guiding his head up further.

“It’s okay, baby. Tell me what you did.”

He blinks three times before opening his mouth to speak.

“I— I touched myself whenever I felt needy or missed you.”

Your worried expression vanished and a sadistic grin was set on your features instead. You almost thought he moved on, found a new partner. Or maybe he ditched this type of thing completely and stuck to vanilla sex with vanilla people. But no, he stayed being good for you even though you weren’t there.

“Yeah? That was enough for you?”

He frantically nods.

“It was more than enough. Sometimes I would—” he interrupts himself to glance at his growing erection. It seems that whatever he’s trying to explain is turning him on. “Sometimes I wouldn’t let myself cum for a long time, just like how you did to me.”

Your core throbs at his statement, the mere visualization of him playing with himself but restricting his own orgasm with nobody there telling him to— it made a wave crash down in between your thighs.

Guiding his head back up, you stare into his eyes. Once again, his obedience makes you regret leaving him and hurting him how you did. You need to channel this anger.

“Take your shirt off.”

You take your hands off of him as he lifts the material up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. You let your hands trace his frame, remembering every single vein and muscle.

His soft, milky skin has healed completely. No more of your past welts or harsh red streaks. It’s a blank canvas that you have to repaint.

“Y/N?” His voice is deep but incredibly delicate.

“Hm?” You hum as you continue to feel his soft skin while you can.

“I want you to mark me.”

Your eyes find his, hands stilling.

“And how would you like it?”

You both know he doesn’t have a say in how rough he’s going to get it, but it still doesn’t hurt to ask.

He continues to keep your eye contact as he reaches into his front pocket, pulling out a small razor blade.

“I always bring this with me when I come to this part of town, but here,” he hands you the blade, “use it on me, please.”

You scan the blade with your eyes before taking it from his fingers, your breathing steady yet heavy.

You’ve never gone this far with him, the only time you’ve made him bleed was by scratching him and even that was unintentional. You remember feeling bad when you noticed you made him bleed, but he got off on the pain. He was in love with the pain and you were in love with the adrenaline.

Marking him this way will benefit you both.

“Lay down.”

He reclines flat onto his back, his feet still on the floor, and you straddle his lower stomach on the bed.

Arching your back, your chest meets his and your lips latch onto the soft spot on his neck. He whimpers faintly as you nick the patch of skin with your teeth, the back of his head digging back against the mattress.

“Please kiss me.”

The eagerness in his voice was too pure to turn down, so you do as requested.

Meeting his lips for the first time in a year, you still feel it all. You’re reminded of how fragile and delicate he is— how easy and fun it is to sexually destroy him. As he whimpers at the feeling of your tongue lapping his, you’re reminded of how needy he is for this kind of thing.

“Baby,” you detach yourself from his lips, eyes on his. “I need you to start touching yourself. Show me what you do when you’re alone.”

He closes his parted lips to gulp, slightly nodding his head ‘yes’ before reaching beneath your bodies and fiddling his zipper open.

You take note of the restricted space you have from being at the edge of the bed, so you grab his wrist for a moment to stop him.

“Scoot up to the pillow.”

You get off of his lap as he shuffles to where you said, his left leg traveling up, and you sit on your knees beside his stomach.

“Go on.” You instruct him.

He continues to open up his pants, his large hand slowly creeping into the waistband of his boxers. He rubs himself for a short second before taking himself out completely, and you’re once again soaking in nostalgia.

His erect length is laying straight against his lower stomach, and he turns his head slightly to the side to watch you as he begins to wrap his slender fingers around himself.

His chest occasionally rises and crashes jaggedly, his breathing becoming uneven as his hand begins to move.

Biting your lip, you lean down to place a kiss to his collarbone. He whimpers once again at the feeling of your lips. Giving him two last assuring pecks to the area that is soon to be a scar, you take the blade between your index and thumb and bring it to his mid stomach.

He gasps at the cold feel of the metal, his eyes dilating significantly upon realization.

You teasingly trace the blade all the way up to his chest, applying almost no pressure. But once you reach the area below his collarbone, you press the blade harder against his skin, quickly dragging down about two inches.

His moans become louder.

You find yourself enjoying the damage you’ve done, his blood slowly seeping through the cut and balling against the thin, swelling line.

Resting the blade on his chest, you begin to shuffle your panties off, remaining on your knees beside him as you also remove your bra. He whines at the sight, his hand going faster. Grabbing the blade again in one hand, you touch yourself with the other.

“Don’t you dare cum, Taehyung. Not yet.”

You see his breathing start to scatter like it does when he’s near, so you remove your hand from in between your thighs and grab his wrist to halt his movement on himself.

“Y/N.”

It seems as though you stopped him just in time as his brows crease and his lip turns blue beneath his bite, his dark, tear filled eyes staring deep into yours as he denies himself an orgasm.

“It feels… so good Y/N.”

He stays frozen in deep concentration and painful euphoria for a moment longer before bringing a hand up to wipe his glossed under-eye. You of course stop him though.

“Let them fall, baby. Wanna see you cry.”

He nods, bringing his hand back down to his side as his tears finally spill over, racing down his cheek. Whenever you deny his climax, it sends him deeper into subspace.

You take the opportunity to drag the thin sharp steel to a different spot on his chest, this time deeply cutting a horizontal line from one side of his chest to the other. The blood spills quicker compared to the last cut given how much deeper it is.

His eyes flick to the sight, his cock twitching in reaction.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?”

He stares into your eyes as he puts genuine thought into his answer. You’re shocked to see him shake his head no.

“No. I don’t. I must’ve done something to make you leave, so I deserve to be punished more.”

You don’t know whether to fuck him senseless at that statement or feel beyond sorry for him. He didn’t do a thing, and yet he still believes he should be punished for it.

Discarding the blade to the opposite end of the bed, you forcefully grab his jaw, harshly gripping his cheeks together with your forefingers and thumb.

“Don’t ever say that. Ever.” He whimpers at your harsh hold, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as your other hand grips his neck.

“Y-yes, Y/N” He responds through a muffle.

Letting go of his jaw, you throw one leg over his waist and begin to slowly rub yourself against his still painfully erect length.

“Y/N..” He begs in a whiney moan. “Please.”

You tighten your grip on his throat until his face ignites in a very pale pink, your free hand lining him up to your sopping core. Taking in only an inch of him causes you to moan, your hand releasing some pressure off his neck but still tight.

Sinking all the way down, he cries in pleasure and you gasp before crashing your chest down against his.

“Fuck Tae… It still feels so good.”

You’ve always had trouble taking all of him into your tight hole, but each time you fall in love with the feeling of him inside of you. Moving your hips up, you crash right back down causing him to slam into your desired spot. You both moan.

“Y/N, Please keep fucking me hard. It feels so good when you fuck my dick like tha—”

He cuts himself off with another moan as you bounce on his lap with more force each thrust. It won’t be long until you lose yourself on him.

“D-do I have permission to cum?”

You lift your forehead out of the nape of his neck to stare directly into his eyes, pecking at his lips a couple of times.

“Not yet, baby. You have to wait for me. Okay?”

He whines but nonetheless nods, his hands sneaking onto your hips to hold onto you as you continue your pace on him. Instantly, you release your grip on his throat and each of his wrists, pinning them above his head.

“Did I say you could touch me?”

His doe eyes lock on yours as he frantically shakes his head no.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ll be good and listen, I promise. Please let me cum, I’ll be good.”

Another wave crashes over you as you watch him beg you for permission to cum with his hands restrained, his thick cock hitting your g-spot over and over. A knot forms in your lower stomach, and you fuck yourself harder on him.

“Are you ready baby? Cum with me okay?”

His eyes light up at your words, moaning as he nods yes.

“1, 2, 3.”

You suck in air through your teeth as the wave finally swallows you, your high spilling onto his length that’s still buried in you. You feel the warm aftermath of his orgasm combine with yours, his breathing heavy as his tears fall once again.

“Thank you, Y/N.” His soft, sex-dazed voice speaks against your chin before placing a kiss to it.

You slowly raise your hips, his slippery length falling to his stomach once again. You give him a deep kiss on his lips before laying on your back beside him, head turned to face his.

He stares at you with admiration and love, and you can feel all the feelings you once felt for him drown the both of you at this moment. You’re never leaving him again.

“It’s just like how it used to be.” He speaks up.

You snuggle into him further.

“That’s because you’re still the same. We’re still the same.”

He leans in for another kiss before detaching to speak.

“Let’s pretend nothing bad happened between us and pick up where we left off?”

“We already did,” you smile before crashing your lips against his once again.

Everything was still the same, and you’ve never felt more happier.

~~~

And A Happy New Year

Hey! Super long time follower, first time submitter. I’m Cin! You can find me at cinwritesbirth!

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The moment her pregnancy test had come back positive, Jamie had known she was in for it. Not only was her husband an impressive six foot five, but he was a twin, as were his sisters and his mother. So, when the first ultrasound had revealed not one, but two growing babies, she hadn’t been remotely surprised. She hadn’t been surprised when she started showing early, or when she looked full term at six months.

What she had been surprised by was going overdue. First by one week, then by two, then a third. She’d expected her babies to be born by Christmas, and yet when she woke on New Years Eve, she was still hugely pregnant.

Her overdue status had little effect on her husband Nate’s desire, though, and no sooner had her eyes opened than she felt his cock prodding at her sensitive folds, his hand snaking over her side to stroke her belly.

“Still full of my babies, hm?” He asked, voice rough with sleep as he slid to the hilt and began pumping his hips in a slow, gentle rhythm. 

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Okoye x Attuma: Arranged Marriage AU…Sorta?

Not me thinking of an AU where the Talokanil pretty much run on the concept of “What we don’t kill, we keep.”

So instead of Okoye getting blown off the bridge in Boston? Shuri stops the fight just before that, which allows Attuma to take Okoye to Talokan too. And since they fought to a draw, he’s basically all like, “But we’re married now since it was impossible to kill you? And you drew first blood on my face? I don’t see the problem, especially now that our kingdoms are united twice over.”

(anyone who wants to take this up to write, feel free 😂)

“What do you mean twice over?!”

“Your princess? Our new queen?”

“Come again, shark man?!”

“Your princess, she is married to our God King. That makes her our queen now.”

“SHE IS WHAT?!”

“He gifted her with his beloved mother’s bracelet? A gown of the finest jade? She partook in our meals, just as you did at the great feast upon the last sun cycle?”

“I was starving! I’ve barely eaten anything since you kidnapped me down to this infernal place.”

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The reason why so many white boys are turning to Allah is simply because Muslims have what they will never have. A sizeable brown cock, thick lips and a voracious sex drive.

Western men want to feel like a pet. When a white boy first meets an Abdul or an Ahmed or a Mohammed they don’t see a regular human being, they see a god which they desperately need to worship…

hello! could you write 0T5 TXT when you manhandle them during sex, such as like carrying them and fucking them at the same time 😭😭 I HOPE YOU GET THE IDEA😭😭😭😭 ( inspired of from skz manhandling ff that you wrote! )

sub!txt, dom!amab!reader, 525 words

yeonjun already thinks he's gonna love this before he even tries it, so when you offer to do it with him, he gets way too excited. the feeling of your hands on his thighs, holding his legs apart as you fuck him against the wall, has him cumming so fast and so much and he very quickly realises that this position is gonna ruin him every time. but he doesn't complain - if anything, he always wants to be fucked in that position lol. if you did this whilst in front of a mirror? holy fuck, good luck - you're gonna have one messy, whiney baby to deal with.

soobin would find this so hot, especially if you were smaller than him, because he loves the way you have power over him in this position. you are the only thing keeping him up and whilst he definitely sees that as scary at first, he trusts you and soon finds himself unable to think properly after you fuck him against a wall. its the perfect way to shut his mind off after a stressful time at work and he'll always shyly ask for it. expect him to be a big clingy baby afterwards though - he's not letting you go anywhere, lol. (i wrote a fic with this kind of concept here!)

beomgyu gets so giggly and soft when you fuck him whilst carrying him. when he gets really clingy, he loves being fucked like this, and will always end up sobbing from the pure pleasure you give him. its really loving and soft for him because the amount of trust he has to place in you is crazy high, and he just loves that he can put that much trust in you. he loves it, he really does, and he'll choose to be fucked that way when things get a bit too tough for him mentally. you better take care of him😤.

taehyun is gonna be so shocked by this! like not only are you strong enough to carry him, but you're also fucking him whilst carrying him. that's so fucking hot to him and this position ruins him more than any other position, no joke. you've never heard him this whimper-y before and you love it, always finding an excuse to fuck him against a wall, your strong arms keeping him up and safe. he loves it, no joke. it's one of the only ways to make him into a whimper-y little cock whore and he doesn't ever complain.

kai is such a pillow princess to me. whilst he definitely still prefers the pleasure he gets from being laid back and taken care of that way, he can't deny that he loves how you use your strength to fuck him so well, holding him up as you pound into him. his face remains perma-buried in your neck, arms latched around your shoulders, and he will cum so much that its like he's got a pussy and he's squirting all over your cock. this position does that much to him, oml, so you better take advantage of it. just ruin him. its what he wants.

this was bad lol

As Nature Intended

A/N: DocRabbit back again! Have I beat BG3? No. Did I rush through for the scene with Halsin? …yes. That man absolutely has a breeding kink and I loved showing off how successful he’d be. I might write a sequel to this later or another in the BG3 world. This one came to me like a woman possessed. 

Warning: Cunnilingus, sex, pregnancy, lactation birth, and large baby. Minors DNI

Nine months had seemingly flown by as Tav rubbed her sore middle. It was…larger than she had expected, but looking at her mate she supposed she couldn’t be too surprised. Even out of wild shape, Halsin was a big elf and as she grew she began to realize that the joke about possibly being half-orc wasn’t as funny as it used to be. Her middle was far out from her body, the babe, or as she hoped for her size, babies, had recently dropped, and she was covered in angry stretch marks. Revealing to the two new parents that the time was coming soon and Oak Father preserve her, she could feel it. Every movement felt as if a bowling ball was pressing down on her hips, her back began to ache more and more, and she had begun having inconsistent spasms the past few days. Despite all that, her labor had not truly begun. 

Tav’s slow waddle around their cottage was met with its usual mid-afternoon silence. Halsin continued his obsessive need to hunt down and ensure they were well stocked when their babe arrived. She had easily sensed his nervousness about being a father, despite being amazing with Thaniel and Oliver, and honestly every single child in the Grove. However, she felt the anxiety too, knowing it was their flesh and blood and just how helpless a newborn can be, it made them both nervous. He was a healer in his heart, and he knew of all the things that could go wrong for both mother and baby. 

Halsin had decided early on that he wanted to make sure that after the first month of the baby being born, he didn’t have to leave the cottage, she knew the lack of control he had in the situation and his inability to take away the pain of labor worried him so she allowed him to have any sense of control possible. 

Sighing, Tav grabbed her cup of herbal tea and slowly lowered herself into the rocking chair Halsin had built for their cottage. Her hand naturally gravitated to rub her sore belly. She let out a sharp gasp as she felt the baby once again kick her ribcage. The pain was blinding, despite its frequency, as she winced and leaned over. It was at that moment the door swung open. 

The first thing she heard was whatever Halsin had been carrying to be dropped to the ground as he rushed over checking her all over before speaking. 

“My heart, are you okay? Is it the babe? Are they coming?” He spoke out, in an uncharacteristic rush. It took Tav a moment to catch her breath but when she did she smiled and put her hand over his large one, having to look down at him as he had kneeled immediately in front of her. 

“I am fine my love, the babe has decided instead of kicking my bladder, to begin kicking my ribcage. It hurts, but I am alright.” She watched the large man’s eyes, still filled with worry, but he at least let out a breath knowing that while the birth was close, they still had time and he hadn’t missed anything. 

“Well, at least that means their body must be in the right position, it must be any day now.” He said with a smile, kissing her clothed belly. 

“Day? It better be any hour, Halsin. If this child grows any bigger we might have problems with their welcome to the world.” She said with a frown. However, Halsin smiled. 

“My heart, I have seen you do some of the most amazing things, succeed in the most dangerous of tasks. There is little doubt in my mind that you can do this.” 

“So you admit you have a little doubt?” She teased, and Halsin’s grin grew. 

“What little doubt I may hold, is more about concern and the wish I could take this pain away from you. You are beyond strong and capable, I have no doubt you can do it, but I do wish there was no pain, and even if there was, that I could take it from you.” Halsin watched with careful eyes as Tav’s smile turned…almost devious as she interlocked one of her hands with his. 

“Do you remember the advice of the healer?” Tav asked. 

“You’ll have to be more specific, my heart.” Tav took her hand that was not interlocked with his and pushed one of his braids behind his ear. 

“On how, if we needed to, jump-start the birthing pains.” The moment she made that comment, a golden gleam shined in Halsin’s normally green eyes, his grin grew as he lowered both large hands to her the hem of her dress. 

“Are you sure?” Tav barely had time to nod before Halsin hiked up her flowy dress and pulled down her underwear, she groaned at his enthusiasm, of course, a nature lover like him would adore her as nature intended. He had done well the entire pregnancy to make her always feel like a glowing goddess and today was no different. 

As he focused on her underwear and gently putting her legs over his shoulder she finished taking off her dress, leaving her swollen middle and leaky breasts for him to see. 

“Just as nature intended, my heart.” He whispered, returning his hand to hers that had been resting on her swollen belly. He wasted no time before diving into her aching cunt, causing a sharp moan.

Halsin continued, sucking, licking, and flicking his tongue over her sensitive clit. One of his hands gripped her thigh roughly, the other was resting on her large midsection, interlaced. It would be quite romantic if he was devouring her like a man starved. It did not take her long before she was heaving and on the brink of orgasm, her legs clenching around his pointy ears causing him to groan. The vibrations put her over the edge as she gasped into her orgasm, both from pleasure and the sharp pain in her womb. 

As she winced as the pain subsided she locked eyes with Halsin. His thumbs rubbed soft circles where they rested on her stomach and thigh as he looked up with worry in his eyes. 

“The pains are still inconsistent.” She mumbled, gingerly moving her legs off Halsin’s with a groan, she left them stretched as he eyed her pussy in all it’s glory. 

“If you’d like, you could ride me.” He suggested, sounding unbothered, but with a quick glance, she could see his massive cock straining in his pants. His lips glistened with her slick as he licked them, he was always a selfless lover. 

“Help me up, my love,” Tav said with a smile. He quickly got up, holding both of her hands as he helped her up, she immediately rested her weight onto his with a gentle sigh. He laughed, and very carefully turned her around. His large hands found purchase on the underside of her belly before he very gently picked the weight up. The pressure lessened and she gasped in relief. She felt the large babe settle a bit, as they always seemed to do when their Papa was near. “Where did you learn that?” She asked softly, leaning her head back and allowing him to hold most of her weight. 

“It’s something a healer mentioned to me in passing, that it might help the babe inch further down while also relieving you of some of the discomfort.” Tav made a small note that he smartly avoided using the word weight and was about to comment on it when another birthing pain ripped through her. This one was sharper than the rest before them, and the ache lasted longer than before. “It’s getting closer.” He commented. 

“Yes, but first babes can take some time. I believe you offered to allow me to ride you in the meantime?” She teased causing Halsin to chuckle as he led her towards the furs of their spot in front of the lit fire. 

  It had been hours of pleasure mixed with pain. The birthing pains were certainly getting stronger but Halsin had been a trooper the whole time. She knew he was getting nervous with the amount of sex the two had been having so close to the baby being born but she couldn’t help herself. She had ridden him for two sharp orgasms and he had returned to eating her out while she writhed in pain and pleasure. 

Before her third orgasm could approach she let out a large gasp, for this pain felt different than all the others. She managed to grab Halsin’s hair and pull him from his meal as she cried, he looked upon her in concern, barely noticing the prayer that left his lips. Her middle tightened, and the pressure was building she felt as if she was going to pop, and pop she did.

With a loud wail, her birthing fluids popped and rushed out of her aching cunt. Halsin made note that they were clear, free of any blood a good sign. She continued to cry as another birthing pain immediately started, no rest between the two. 

“It is time my heart, what position would you like to be in?” Halsin rushed to get out, rubbing circles on her sweaty skin, trying to provide any comfort. 

“Check how far.” She gasped out. “I may not be able to hold a good position for long, we should wait till it’s closer.” Tears streaked down her cheeks as Halsin very gently pushed one of his large fingers into her swollen and sensitive cunt. She leaned her head back, unable to watch over her large distended belly. 

“I believe you are closer than you think, my heart, the babe is no longer high up, very close.” She groaned in pain as Halsin gently helped her sit up. She reluctantly accepted as another pain went through her, the pains no longer mixed and disguised with pleasure. He gently helped her sit up, her distended middle ached as it touched the ground with her legs in a V position in front of her. Neither leaning forward or back seemed to provide any comfort, her whole body ached and screamed. This was worse than any pain she had felt  “Would you like to stand or squat for now?” 

“Can I…nghhh…squat? You’ll have to hold me up.” Tav groaned out as the large baby moved faster than she expected. The healer had told them first time babies tend to take time, sometimes days but just 8 hours in and she was so close. She barely heard Halsin’s reply as he, as gently as he could, man-handled her into the squat position, his hands resting on her tight midsection it was not lost on her that he was gently pushing down, with his arms holding her up at her armpits. This was one of the many positions they had tested for comfort weeks before the birth had begun, it was not the most comfortable of the ones they had tried, but with such a large baby the added benefit of gravity was just too good to part with. 

She grunted and groaned, she felt as if she could feel every centimeter her baby crept forward. Her legs were shaking, tears painted her face, and in the back of her mind she could hear Halsin whispering sweet nothings in her ear, apologies as well, as he pressed kisses to her sweaty temple. 

“You are so close, my heart. Let Silvanus guide you, just as nature intended.” She nodded roughly as she gave a push, she began panting as her cunt began to widen. The noise she made must have clued Halsin into the new movement because one of his hands that had been pushing on her belly made its way to feel the progress. She felt his smile as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “The babe is right there, would you like to feel?” She gasped but shook her head no as another pain ripped through her. 

“I can’t, I can’t, Halsin!” She sobbed. “It’s too big, I’m not going to be able to do this. I can’t!” She wailed as the baby's head continued to stretch her, every moment she felt as if this would be as wide as she could stretch and she would split open, dying in the arms of her love. 

“My heart, I am here, you are safe. But you do not need me to protect you. You are strong, beautiful, and amazing. Many have come before you and completed this heroic task and I just know that you will join them.” His sweet words, distracted her from the pain as she breathed and pushed, the baby every so slowly inching out in Halsin’s hand. He took this as a sign that his words were working and continued. “When you saved me, you trusted me out the gate, protected me in wild shape, you helped me complete a mission I long thought lost. Every day I get to wake up with you is a gift from Silvanus and now you’re giving me a greater gift, making this old druid a father.” She let out a noise that sounded like a laugh through all the pain. 

“You are not old.” She whimpered, closing her eyes against Halsin as she continued to slowly ease the baby out into his hands. 

“I felt old when I met you, I was lost in my own failure, my own struggle to protect my people and like the gift you are you came along and saved me.” He murmured, he closed his eyes and listened to her sharp gasp, her belly tensed harder under his hand, he gently pushed down to help her and as she pushed with all her might the baby’s head rushed out in a stream of fluid. 

“So much pressure…nghh…” She cried, Halsin kept his hands where they were allowing her to move as she felt necessary. “Shoulders…big.” She whimpered. 

“I know it is more uncomfortable, my heart, but what if you stood? Put your hands on my shoulder and I will catch the babe.” He waited patiently as she moaned and pushed with the birthing pangs, but this time the baby did not move. The sigh that came from her was pained, but she nodded. 

“I will need help-” She was interrupted by another sharp pain, this baby wanted out and into the world now, but she simply was not a big enough portal.

“Come,” He said softly. Slowly, pausing with contractions he helped her to stand, her hands quickly finding purchase into his shoulders. He helped her gently widening her hips by stretching her legs. The new position was more painful than the one prior but he watched as she powered through. The baby's shoulders became more and more visible, even Halsin had to admit this was a rather large baby, but he knew better than to mention that now. “Push, my love.” He softly commanded. 

Tav could feel her nails drawing blood in Halsin’s shoulders, but he remained silent and continued his gentle praise to both her and the little one. She trusted Halsin with her life and if he truly believed that she could birth their baby then she could. 

“Give me a large push, the biggest one so far with the pain, it’ll go further that way.” While she couldn’t see Halsin’s hands she could feel them cupping the baby's head, he was transfixed on the marvel of her body. Her heavy breasts were beginning to leak in this position, gravity pulling them down as well as the baby. Her body must know the baby was close. Steeling herself she took a large breath and pushed down as hard as she could and slowly she felt the first shoulder pop out of her stretched pussy with another gasp of breath and hard push the whole baby fell out of her with a shower of liquid. 

With the large weight out of her, she almost collapsed and Halsin hadn’t caught her with one arm and gently lowered her down. Her ears were ringing, her whole body was so stretched, and it took her a few seconds of breathing to register that her baby was crying. 

“A boy!” Halsin cried, gently handing the new mother the baby. Tav sobbed softly looking at their son's features as he wailed with her mother. The long cord still attached her and her baby. He knew it would take some time for the afterbirth, so he moved behind the two, to let her lean against him, anything to offer her body some relief. “You did wonderful my love.” He murmured, rubbing the back of his finger across the boy's cheek. He continued to cry as her breast began leaking milk, a few slatters landed on his cheek, near the boy's mouth, and just as nature intended she lifted him up and he promptly started drinking. The relief of the pressure in her breast was almost immediate. 

“We did it.” She cried softly, transfixed on the baby that she fought so hard to bring into the world. 

“You did it, my heart.” He murmured, “You have given me a gift I can never repay. I love you both more than there are trees in the forest or stars in the sky, and I am so proud of you.” 

Tav continued to cry softly, watching the baby drink, shocked by Halsin’s words, and the pain still lingering in her body. But she had done it, and she couldn’t wait to see him grow.