SillySpiderWriter

this is an unofficial continuation of Journal Entry 4876-B, the menstruation study, which, to my genuine relief, remains undiscovered by my darling. as of yet. i have hidden it between chapters on interdimensional corrosion and rogue slime molds, hoping she never looks there.

SUBJECT OVERVIEW:

this ongoing personal study aims to classify, track, and, LET'S BE HONEST, OBSESSIVELY document the behavioral and physiological responses of subject my love during prolonged exposure to physical affection and erotic stimulation.

As always, i am beginning this document purely for the sake of scientific rigor. i want that stated clearly, for the record. this is not indulgence. this is NOT a coping mechanism. this is research. on what, exactly? well. myself, unfortunately. more specifically: my escalating, deeply inconvenient, possibly pathological attraction to [REDACTED], hereafter referred to as the subject, or less professionally, darling, sweetheart, my love

PHYSIOLOGICAL RESPONSE.

this is where the analysis turns... unpleasant. for me.

whenever i am within a 1.5-meter radius of the subject, my autonomic nervous system goes haywire.

SYMPTOMS INCLUDE

• increased heart rate (avg resting BPM: 62 to avg BPM around her: 104)

• sweaty palms (i left a smudge on her coffee mug and then had to invent an excuse to wipe it off. it was very awkward)

• pupil dilation (confirmed via mirror)

• spontaneous erection (this one is self-explanatory and utterly humiliating)

JOURNAL ENTRY. PSYCHOSEXUAL & LINGUISTIC RESPONSE ANALYSIS OF subject MY DARLING

ENTRY DATE: [Redacted for Security]

SUBJECT: (name redacted, referred to throughout alternately as “subject” “my darling” “my sweetheart”)

STATUS: fully consenting romantic partner. Unaware of entry, praise be to the veil of academic secrecy.

PRIOR STUDIES: See Journal 47-B, Subsection “Endometrial Phases and Erotic Behavior,” Entry 1. Subject has not yet located nor confiscated said journal. Miraculous !

RESEARCH FOCUS:

Neurophysiological & Behavioral Responses to Romantic Stimuli; affective touch & verbal cue conditioning; psychoacoustic analysis of pet names; intimate preferences (ongoing. intensely ongoing.)

HYPOTHESIS:

The subject exhibits measurable reactions in physiological arousal, facial microexpression, and dermal flushing when exposed to emotionally-loaded stimuli, particularly verbal affection in the form of personalized pet names. additionally, certain bodily configurations (positions, gestures, postures of submission or control) appear to generate a disproportionately intense emotional or sensual response. this may point toward a deeper neurological kink schema I intend to examine further. extensively.

FIELD OBSERVATION: #003

Experiment was conducted organically, i.e., in the throes of affectionate interaction, post sex cuddling session, midweek.

Upon softly uttering the phrase “that’s my good girl” during a moment of positive reinforcement (in this case, subject performing an extremely dexterous act with her tongue and two fingers, ref. Diagram 7), subject’s eyes dilated 0.6mm wider than baseline pupil diameter. Skin of cheeks turned a faint shade approximately Pantone 182 C. Notable tremble in the lower lip, coupled with immediate increase in breath rate (from 12 bpm to approx. 18 bpm).

footnote: that specific phrase appears to create a Pavlovian response. subject becomes pliant, warm-blooded and markedly affectionate. application in future praise/breeding-focused sessions advised.

SIDE NOTE: gods above and below, it’s a magic spell. i should patent it.

FIELD OBSERVATION: #004. affection-based conditioning via touch & praise

During spontaneous acts of nonsexual intimacy (e.g., hand on lower back, casual handholding, forehead kisses), subject exhibits subtle pelvic shifting toward the source of contact. This occurs even when she’s multitasking (cleaning, speaking on phone, brushing teeth), this indicates autonomic system override, body moving subconsciously toward touch.

my sweetheart is, quite scientifically, touch-starved and praise-motivated. operant conditioning is underway. i reward her with touch.

FIELD OBSERVATION: #005. verbal stimuli and titling response

pet names tested thus far: my darling, my starlight, my love, my good girl, sweetheart, my clever girl, beautiful thing, my treasure, baby (yes, see below for details). of these, “good girl” and “beautiful thing” yielded the strongest involuntary reactions, both physical and vocal. subject’s thighs pressed together post-verbal delivery in both instances.

“baby” on the other hand, was met with a crinkle of the nose and a muttered “ugh, that one’s so generic”. just saying, i don't use this word often, if at all, and it was said purely out of curiosity about my partner's reaction!

conclusion: subject prefers elevated or poetic verbalization; respond accordingly. update vocabulary matrix.

JOURNAL ENTRY. PHYSICAL CONFIGURATION & POSITIONAL ANALYSIS

RESEARCH SCOPE: examination of the psycho-physical ramifications of various sexual positions

I. the lateral configuration (commonly occurring in early morning hours)

description: partner lies on side, back pressed flush to chest, legs aligned, bodies forming parallel curvature. this often happens just after subject wakes, still sleepy. my arm slips beneath her neck, other hand free to explore.

NOTABLE EFFECTS:

• optimal for slow penetration. allows for direct manual stimulation of subject’s external genitalia. clitoral stimulation via middle and ring finger proves effective at increasing arousal threshold.

• penile angle slightly limited but creates increased friction against posterior vaginal wall.

subject status: often warm and pliant, cortisol levels low, oxytocin high. minimal verbal response, but soft moaning, breath hitches and thigh twitching are reliable indicators of pleasure.

initiator: 65% subject (by pressing her hips back into me first), 35% myself (unable to resist)

orgasm frequency: subject typically first, especially when paired with whispered praise. myself after. sometimes, to avoid wasting time in the shower, i spill into my hand, with the help of my partner.

II. the deep fold configuration (colloquially: mating press)

subject position: supine. legs elevated and bent at the knees, pressed against subject’s chest or folded over shoulders. pelvis tilted upward.

researcher position: above subject, hips aligned to maximize downward thrust angle. arms on either side of torso or gripping thighs.

NOTABLE EFFECTS:

• subject's anterior pelvic tilt increases canal depth by ~2.3cm.

• entry angle permits direct contact with posterior fornix and, depending on thrust depth and hip velocity, occasional contact with cervix. (MONITOR FOR DISCOMFORT)

• full bodyweight leverage permits controlled, high-pressure thrusts.

• high friction zone engagement along entire vaginal wall.

• compression of clitoral region possible when subject’s legs press inward, friction via pubic bone contact.

• subject’s hands often reach overhead or grip my wrists; potential autonomic submission indicator???

orgasm frequency

• subject status: slicker than usual. pupil dilation extreme. breasts engorged. clitoral hood retracts without direct contact, clear arousal marker!!

subject: usually first, often cries or gasps. pelvic tremors observed.

self: delayed climax due to overfocus on control. I tend to hold back to watch her shake. It’s.... yes.

initiator notes:

• predominantly myself. used when ive been edged by her teasing or prolonged kissing.

• applied after periods of absence, emotional intensity, or when she wears that damn dress.

PERSONAL NOTE: i hate how much I like that one, i can push so deep... should never try this pose unless we are alone at home. the sounds coming from both of us are too loud.

III. the forward-bend over surface configuration

subject position: upright, torso supported against surface (desk, rock, workbench, etc.). hips angled downward, legs spread.

researcher position: behind, standing or semi-crouched depending on height differential and surface elevation.

SPINAL MECHANICS & ENTRY ANGLES

• subject’s lumbar lordosis naturally increases, arching spine and presenting gluteal area prominently.

• angle of insertion aligns shaft with posterior vaginal wall, intense friction, minimal cervix contact unless aggressively deep.

• my darling may grip edges of support surface, bracing body. exhibits backward hip propulsion and sustained thigh constriction

• clitoral stimulation minimal unless fingers used

• my love highly sensitive in this pose when pressure applied to hips or when hair is pulled lightly (neurological link to scalp stimulation observed)

• best combined with one-handed clitoral rubbing or anal thumb pressure for maximal response.

either method appears to induce involuntary pelvic tilting and vocal escalation (“fuck, Ford, please do that again—“) which may be attributable to overlapping nerve clusters (see pudendal and perineal branches).

ejaculation possible; vaginal fluid secretion increased. will test again under lab conditions with towel placement beneath hips.

orgasm data:

subject: reaches her peak best with secondary stimulation. highly vocal, feral-sounding moans.

self: climax comes fast. visual stimulation too high, i love my darling's back, hips, the sounds she makes.

SIDE NOTE: I have no dignity left, i can’t look at that desk without my hands shaking. The stain on the wood where her cheek laid. I am unwell.

IV. the seated straddle (usually in chair or lap-based context)

description: Partner mounts me from above, legs straddling either side. Full control granted to subject. often occurs spontaneously in non-bed environments (desk, study chair)

NOTABLE EFFECTS:

• clitoral stimulation from pelvic friction.

• my darling dictates speed and depth. im just a man for use

• psychological stimulation extreme. subject appears emboldened, smirking, uses hands in commanding ways (gripping my jaw, tugging hair, etc), stops any attempts by me to thrust my hips up knowing how much i want to

• my love is sensitive to spanking during this pose. It's not that i do it myself, she calls me to do it

• bites me when i won’t let her on top. says “ill ride you if i want” and who am I to refuse her?

• subject status: highly confident. pelvis rocks forward, pressing against base of shaft, creating devastating pressure. nipples visibly erect, voice huskier.

initiator: 100% my darling. always surprises me.

orgasm frequency: hers first, almost always. sometimes twice, when she needs it too much. i barely last though.

side note: don't want to admit it, but this pose is my weakness. i LOVE looking at my partner's body too much when she's on top, i love it when she initiates kisses and bites my neck, leaving marks. she always says im too loud when she rides me. i love the weight of her thighs and the way she bounces sometimes, im afraid i could write academic essays on her technique.

V. the face-down configuration (subject on stomach, hips elevated via pillow or hands)

description: subject lies on stomach or chest, hips raised via manual positioning or cushion. entry achieved from behind, bodyweight distributed over subject’s back.

NOTABLE EFFECTS:

• angle presses shaft against anterior wall. when timed with thrust rhythm, this pose produces prolonged contact for her sensitive spots.

• breasts pressed against bedding, so subject appears overstimulated, often grasps sheets or hides face.

• cervical pressure high. adjust thrust depth to avoid discomfort.

subject status: tactile responses heightened. her legs are shaking too much in this pose. vaginal canal contracts in intervals... must measure this better.

initiator: surprisingly, but its me. usually after subject teases me excessively.

orgasm frequency: subject second, sometimes she tries to stimulate herself thinking that i can't see her hand between her legs, but I prefer to remove it, replacing it with mine. her cries get muffled in pillow, must ensure airway clearance. yes, of course Ford, that's why in a fit of stupid lust you once lifted her head by the hair!

side note: sadly, i lose control. every time... there's just something feral about the way her back arches, how my darling whimpers into her own wrist. long, deep, bone-shaking thrusts until my sweetheart is limp. her condition (physical & mental) after this pose worries me greatly because she cannot speak and is shaking all over, only smiling stupidly. i have to apologize afterward and she always says “do it again“

JOURNAL ENTRY. BIOLOGICAL VULNERABILITIES, SAFETY PROTOCOLS, AND PLEASURE-INDUCED PHYSIOLOGICAL RESPONSES

SUBJECT: im smiling while writing this, but as always, it's my darling. my beloved.

STUDY FIELD: microbiological health, vaginal ecology, tissue trauma prevention, post sexual intercouse recovery tracking, and oral/manual technique effectiveness.

I. VAGINAL ENVIRONMENTAL BALANCE. ACIDITY, LUBRICATION, AND RESPONSIBLE ENTRY

subject maintains a healthy vaginal pH in the range of 3.8 to 4.5, consistent with normative vaginal acidity standards in individuals with typical female reproductive anatomy.

this acidic environment is crucial for the prevention of bacterial vaginosis and candidiasis. (side note: no yeast infections to date, my darling is healthy, yay)

pre sex protocol. this is written by me and for myself only. sometimes i... get too excited, so i prefer to make a plan that i will follow.

• always wash hands thoroughly (including under nails).

• oral flora is less risky than manual flora, but still note to self: brush teeth before eating her out, you absolute idiot.

• use of saliva as lubricant is avoided unless during mutual arousal; preferred lubrication is subject’s own secretions, which increase significantly around mid-cycle ovulation. can confirm !! i once skipped dinner to just stay between her thighs for 23 minutes. no regrets except the cramp in my neck. worth it

II. ROUGH INCIDENT. FILE UNDER: “SHAME”

there was one evening, post-expedition, high adrenaline, limited clothing, excessive mutual arousal, where subject and i engaged in intercourse against a tree trunk.

i should admit, this was not planned, no matter how many hours a day i spend dreaming of touching my partner. we had no blanket, so her spine pressed to bark. and i did not assess for insects or moss. entry occurred before thorough lubrication could be ensured.

post-incident findings. (i had to check my partner, even though she kept saying she wanted to do it again because, according to her, “rough feral Ford is hot”. silly)

• minor thigh abrasions (healed without intervention).

• mild inner soreness reported next morning.

• thankfully, no tearing, no blood, but subject limped adorably. i wanted to expire.

response protocol (updated):

• NEVER initiate without at least 90 seconds of foreplay.

• always carry blanket, antiseptic wipes, portable lube (unscented, glycerin-free). check bark texture. avoid pine sap. for the love of science, Stanford, think with your upper brain.

side note: I hate myself for that. She said she was fine but i could see the way she walked. i got so caught up... i lost control. not acceptable. not again. unless... she asks... very nicely. which she will. and then what? then what, Stanford?

III. MUTUAL FINGER STIMULATION. TECHNIQUES, VARIABILITY, AND SENSORY OUTCOMES

subject exhibits high sensitivity in clitoral glans and surrounding hood area. best approached with indirect stimulation at first, stroking alongside hood, not directly on top.

methods employed with consistent success:

• two-finger horizontal rubbing along clitoral shaft (index and middle, circular motion, low pressure at first)

• V-shaped finger split. middle finger inside canal, index gliding over clitoris in tandem

• curling motion once inside, aiming for anterior vaginal wall while palm rocks against clitoral region

• thumb-to-clit pressure during penetrative fingering. best when rhythm syncs with thrusts, judging by my partner's moana

timing observations:

• subject prefers slow, teasing pace at first, begins gripping bedsheets once pace increases.

• when she whines and her hips cant upward, that's the threshold. increase pressure. maintain rhythm.

• my darling says my hands are “too big for this”, translation “don’t stop”. (from experience)

side note #1: my hand got numb. i was happy.

side note #2: my darling holds my wrist when I rub her clitoris. I find this detail too cute.

IV. ORAL TECHNIQUE OPTIMIZATION. LINGUAL STRATEGIES FOR SUBJECT’S PLEASURE

• her clitoris responds best to broad strokes of the tongue, flat surface, not pointed tip. gentle suction produces full-body shudders, which I found too attractive, causing me to ejaculate prematurely. it was awkward to finish without stimulation other than rubbing against the bed...

• humming softly (resonance vibration) increases blood flow and evokes a keening sound.

a plan on how to please my partner. learn by heart

• begin with teasing licks along labia majora.

• slide tongue upward, avoiding direct clit contact initially. makes her cry and beg, which makes me feel somewhat guilty for enjoying it

• ontroduce suction + rhythmic flicking at apex of arousal.

• insert two fingers concurrently, curl toward her sensitive spot.

• use thumb /nose pressure for additional clitoral nudge

resulting data:

• subject's legs shake uncontrollably when stimulation lasts longer than 5 minutes.

a mandatory section of my research down below, for the safety of my love's health i must write this down for myself so I don't forget.

MISCELLANEOUS SAFETY MEASURES FOR FOREST SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS.

subject and i, Stanford F Pines, frequently find ourselves aroused during field work. exposure to moss, bark, damp surfaces increases risk of microbial transfer or splinters. therefore:

emergency forest (outdoors) sexual intercouse checklist:

• blanket, clean towel, witch hazel wipes, lubricant, thermos (warm water) for aftercare rinse, soft edible snack for blood sugar replenishment (for both of us. now i keep granola bars in my coat), condoms (usually unused, but...)

well then, Stanford, you think years of surviving other dimensions would prepare you for everything in the world. but apparently, my sweetheart made me me lose IQ points.

ADDENDUM TO HEALTH OBSERVATIONS. PRIVATE TEXTILE SAMPLE STUDY (UNAUTHORIZED)

ADDENDUM. MATERIALS ANALYSIS: SUBJECT’S PERSONAL FABRIC ITEM (CATEGORY: COTTON/ELASTANE BLEND, INTIMATE GARMENT)

ENTRY STATUS: NOT to be included in main sequence of documentation. this is for my eyes only.

OBJECT OF ANALYSIS:

subject’s most recently laundered and subsequently worn lower undergarment. fabric density indicates frequent use. recovered from laundry pile under pretense of cleaning assistance. (I am a liar. I did not intend to wash it.)

i cannot refer to this item by its colloquial term. let’s call it the cotton sample.

I. COLLECTION METHOD:

Item was collected post-wear, during late evening hours, prior to intended laundering cycle. heat from subject’s body still embedded in central gusset.

no visual staining beyond expected, however, a faint translucent secretion had marked the interior. not visible to naked eye under poor lighting, but evident via touch and scent.

SCENT COMPOSITION ANALYSIS

• high concentration of lactic acid and urea traces.

• mucosal residue containing epithelial cells and vaginal secretions consistent with arousal-phase lubrication.

• minor traces of dried sweat near waistband; negligible relevance.

OLFACTORY PROFILE:

• tangy-sweet. musky. pungent in a way that activated my hypothalamus with frightening immediacy.

II. ANALYSIS & PERSONAL MISCONDUCT

in the end, i brought the item to my study. I claimed it was to confirm pH through basic litmus testing. This was a lie.

within 47 seconds, I had undone my trousers. I held the cotton sample beneath my nose, breathing in the residual warmth, traced the inner seam with my fingertips. I remembered my darling still wearing it as she read a book today, then boiled water and bent over to pick something up. (my neurons short-circuited.)

personal compromise occurred. I WRAPPED, no, I had to wrap the item around my penis shaft slowly after long inhalation, which caused an involuntary reaction in my lower body, making my penis shaft swell with blood.

SIDE NOTE: this is disgusting. i am disgusting. This is not acceptable behavior and i am aware of the ethical violation. I should report myself to an oversight board but the only oversight here is mine. i came in under 60 seconds, holding my darling's cotton sample, smearing myself in her scent. This is inappropriate behavior, i should be doing my research about the anomaly I caught yesterday in the forest near the lake, not sniffing my partner’s underwear like a pervert in heat. But Holy Moses, i would do it again.

III. POST-EJACULATORY DATA (AND SHAME):

• as expected, sample was stained with seminal fluid (mine). i attempted to wash it by hand using unscented soap.

• it still smells like her, but slightly. I folded it and returned it to the laundry bin. my sweetheart will never know.

NOTE: do not label this act as “masturbation” in my notes. call it “physiological response management.” unfortunately, the lie soothed nothing.

PHYSIOLOGICAL AFTEREFFECTS:

• residual arousal lingered for 3.2 hours.

• fuilt level measured at 8.9/10.

• self-perception plummeted.

• refractory period unusually short (possibly due to tactile connection with subject’s scent profile).

JOURNAL ENTRY. SUBJECTIVE STIMULUS-RESPONSE PREFERENCES, COMPILED FROM FIELD OBSERVATION AND POST-EXPERIMENT REFLECTIONS

PREAMBLE: this is an analysis of the subject’s, my partner’s, observed and expressed preferences in erotic activity, gathered via post sex discussion, live anatomical assessment, and deeply unethical mental replay (and, unfortunately, a handful of data recovered during frantic self-stimulatory recollection, but I digress). For organizational purposes, the structure is divided as follows: 1) Roughness & Control 2) Oral Activi— entry ends here. my beloved has entered the room, and I must momentarily step away

ROUGHNESS & CONTROL

My starlight exhibits fluctuations in arousal responsiveness corresponding to psychological and likely hormonal cycles, during which they express distinct cravings for physically intense stimulation. these often include requests for manual cervical pressure, choking, hair manipulation, or abrupt pelvic thrusting. My reaction is to... panic whenever these preferences surface.

PERSONAL NOTE: just to make myself clear, I fear injuring my partner.

above all else, Im a scientist, not a savage! but she uses a dishonest method, a puppy look and a gentle tone that begins to beg. and unfortunately, i falter. I apply pressure, cautiously, always monitoring her pulse. I hate myself for how hard I get from it.

During these phases, the subject initiates with visible body language: bared neck, splayed limbs, intentional provocation (i.e. verbally requesting me to “pin [her] down” or “make it hurt”) Refractory periods appear shorter post-session, possibly due to a hormonal cocktail of adrenaline and dopamine.

UNPLANNED VOCALIZATION ANALYSIS ! ! !

• subject emits a wide range of sounds, most commonly: hitched moans (a-ahh, hhnn), breathy sighs, ragged laughter when overstimulated

• panting my name [ “Ford, Ford, Ford” ] usually when my darling is on top of me, riding or grinding against my body

• talks a lot during climax. filthy & surreal things. phrases that i can't repeat here unless i want to combust.

note: i do not discourage this. in fact, i may have recorded one such session. for scientific accuracy only.

ORAL ACTIVITY. ANATOMICAL ENGAGEMENT AND GLANDULAR RESPONSE

Subject expresses persistent oral fixation, both as a receiver and provider. They often initiate oral sex on myself, typically during early morning or late evening hours. duration can last up to 7–13 minutes before ejaculation unless manually redirected.

NOTE: my love insists on swallowing, and in some way I'm glad that she can read my thoughts. metaphorically, of course, I hope not literally. she says it’s easier that way. I don’t even know what to say. the sight alone, my legs practically give out.

Reciprocally, the subject reacts with pronounced pelvic tilting and adductor muscle spasms when I stimulate her labial structures with tongue and lips, especially the anterior region of the clitoral hood. Lingual stimulation in combination with insertion of two fingers (palmar side upward, curling motion) typically results in rapid climax.

DRY HUMPING. CLOTHING-LAYERED FRICTION-BASED STIMULATION.

The subject frequently initiates friction-based stimulation through clothing. Mechanically, this act lacks direct skin contact but appears to produce substantial arousal in the subject, especially when seated on my lap.

FIELD NOTE: my partner once came like this, just through grinding. through denim. denim! meanwhile, I ruined my only good pants. honestly... not my proudest orgasm. i don't understand why my partner likes the fact that I finish in my clothes and not inside her.

while inefficient for my own release, this activity seems to provide psychological comfort to the subject, especially during emotionally vulnerable states.

FOREPLAY. STIMULATION SITES & NEUROCHEMICAL LOOPING

tactile stimulation of the cervical and thoracic dermatomes (neck, collarbones, shoulders) consistently provokes moaning, muscle fluttering, and intentional pressing into contact. I use my mouth to stimulate these areas with suction and teeth. her nipples, especially the left, are extremely reactive to oral manipulation and require little pressure to induce limb trembling and involuntary pelvic elevation.

NOTE: I could write a dissertation on her nipple to vocal pitch ratio. But that would be weird. So I won’t. (Yet.)

FINGERING NOTES: i typically begin with a single digit, gradually expanding to two, then three, using firm, upward pressure toward the anterior vaginal wall, approximating stimulation of the g spot region. concurrent thumb pressure on the external clitoris generates a peak response. on average, my darling climaxes in 90–160 seconds under optimal conditions. but I prefer to prolong her pleasure even though she says that i torture her. how unfair!

following extensive documentation of my darling’s somatic, behavioral, and neurochemical responses to erotic stimuli, across various conditions, environments, and positional variables, I consider this entry conclusive for this phase of observation.

All measurable data indicates mutual satisfaction, emotional security, and extremely high sexual compatibility!

her preferences continue to evolve, so do mine.

accordingly, I predict a minimum of twelve to twenty-seven additional studies over the next fiscal quarter, as her affective, biochemical, and psychological novelty shows no sign of plateauing.

for now, this document stands as a complete and satisfying record of our shared intimacy. though the subject herself remains... incomprehensibly addictive.

Further research will be inevitable. I await it eagerly.

Chilchuck would never have claimed to have had the perfect life, nor would he have claimed that that wasn't his own fault. He knew in his heart that he was the reason his marriage fell apart, why he was estranged from his children, why he was living paycheck to paycheck. As he aged and fell into life with the Touden party, he thought he was comfortable with spending the rest of his life dungeon-delving. That was until he met you.

You had joined the party shortly after Senshi had, during their search for Falin and the Red Dragon, and the half-foot was quietly amazed at your way of operating. You were a fair bit younger than him, around Laios's age, but you were so mature, so cool under pressure. You had a way of saying exactly the right thing at exactly the right time to calm everyone's nerves. Chilchuck couldn't count how many times you'd soothed Marcille when she got anxious, or came between himself and Laios when he was ready to come to blows.

"Hey, we're all tired and frustrated. Let's cool off, yeah?" You'd say, your hand on his shoulder, smiling down at him patiently. After which, you'd lead him away to the other side of camp and offer him space or company. And you always respected any decision he made.

That was why, after the journey to save Falin was completed, Chilchuck took his savings, bought himself a cottage and a stop, and decided to settle down. With what little he had left, he bought a modest ring with a genuine pearl and approached you at Laios's dinner party.

"H-Hey, (Y/N), c'mere." Hey stammered as he passed you, everyone else preoccupied. Popping the question here, especially with his daughters in attendance was risky for sure, but he just couldn't wait. You followed him over to the corned, watching on curiously as he fidgeted with something in his pocket. "I know we haven't known each other long, and we've only been together for a little while..."

Tears instantly pricked your eyes and you gasped, covering your mouth, guessing what came next. "But I'm not gettin' any younger." He continued. " I never thought I'd find myself looking to get tied down again but..." He sighed, frustrated that he was losing words- he was stalling.

"Go ahead," You smiled patiently, sinking to your knees to be on his level. You didn't miss the way his eyes wet at your action, and he mirrored it, kneeling on his left knee.

"R-Right," He laughed nervously, clearing his throat. " I thought I had it all figured out, that domestic life just wasn't for me but- (Y/N), I wanna try it again. With you." By this time, he'd pulled the silver band out of his pocket. He didn't have an ornate box with silk lining, he just pinched it between his fingers as he offered it to you. "You've singlehandedly changed my entire outlook on life, and I'm tired of wasting the last little bit of my life doing odd jobs, sleeping on a bedroll by myself."

Suddenly, there was a chorus of squeals from the dinner table, and Chilchuck grimaced. Looking over his shoulder, you could see his two younger daughters, as well as Marcille, fawning over the sight. You giggled a bit as a crowd formed around him, pinning you both into the corner. He began to sweat, irritated that his moment has been ruined. "Can't you all screw off for five minutes?" He scolded, face red.

"Chilchuck," You smiled fondly, placing your hand on his shoulder. "What did you want to ask me?"

His attention instantly snapped back to you, the tips of his ears hot from his daughters excitedly cheering him on. "W-Will uh..." He swallows nervously, nodding to the ring. " Will you marry me?"

"Yes, I thought you'd never ask!"

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You hummed softly, stirring a large cast iron pot filled with Autumn vegetables and broth. Beside you, your youngest step-daughter set the dinner table. "Your father and sister should be home soon," You mentioned casually.

"I wonder how business went today," Puckpatti replied, fluffing the bouquet of flowers in the center of the table.

"I'm sure it went well, those two are the best lockpicks around!" Flertom chirped from the sink, washing up the dishes you'd used.

You and Chilchuck had been married for about a month and today was the first day that his new shop would be open. To celebrate, you and the girls planned a dinner to surprise him. You couldn't help but feel a warmth in your chest, truly part of the family. Nothing could possibly make you happier.

Just as you turned off the heat of the stove, the front door opened, and you could hear a jovial conversation and a pair of boots hitting the floor near the entrance. "Hon, we're home- oh!"

Chilchuck couldn't keep a straight face as he stepped into the kitchen, finding his lovely wife and beautiful daughters standing around the table, waiting for him. "What's all this?"

You smiled bashfully, setting the pot down on the table, plaid oven mitts still covering your hands. "We made dinner to celebrate the shop opening today!" Flertom cheered, pressing into his side for a hug.

"We wanted to surprise you!" Puckpatti added, mirroring her sister on his other side. Their father glanced back over his shoulder to his eldest daughter, who smiled back at him smugly.

"Did you know about this, Mei?" He asked with a smirk. She simply nodded, uncrossing her arms and patting his back.

You watched the moment fondly, feeling a bit awkward to be outside of it. Shyly, you turned away to the oven, pulling out a fresh loaf of bread. "Don't think I forgot about you," Your husband's flirtatious voice called, startlingly close. You nearly jumped, feeling his arms wrap around your hips, pressing a kiss to your tummy as you sat the bread down. The girls grimaced at the display. "Oh, grow up," Chilchuck groaned, taking his seat, and prompting you to sit beside him. "When you get spouses that are twice your height, you'll understand!" He huffed, crossing his arms before pausing. "Wait, scratch that, none of you are allowed to get married!"

The night went smoothly, filled with laughter, joy, and praise for your squash stew. As the stars came out, one by one, the girls all began to leave, each tired and heading to their respective homes. Once it was just the pair of you left, you stood up, beginning to clear the table. "Hey, lemme help with that." Your husband smiled, standing up with you and carrying the rest of the dishes to the sink.

You thanked him, rolling up your sleeves to begin washing them, plunging your hands into the wrist-deep sink of bubbles. "How was work, dear?" You asked softly as his arms found their way around your waist again.

"It was great, we were way busier than I thought we'd be." He mused, resting his head against the small of your back. "Mei's so skill now, she might actually be a better locksmith than me. Don't tell her I said that, though."

You giggled in response. "She's a carbon copy of you, of course she's skilled. She learned from the best."

"Patti and Fler seem pretty fond of you." He mentioned, partying from you and heading over to the cabinet, taking a bottle of ale from it.

"I'm pretty fond of them too," You laughed. "They're sweet girls. So is Mei."

"Yeah, you're right, couldn't ask for better kids." Chilchuck smiled softly, uncorking the bottle. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask... are we gonna have kids?" The question caught you so off guard, you dropped a bowl into the sudsy sink, shattering it. "I didn't mean to startle you, I'm sorry."

Concerned, he stepped up onto a stool, pulling your hands away from the sink as you tried to dip them back in, apologizing relentlessly. "Hey, it's okay, really. Let me," You watched as he carefully dug out the drain stop, revealing the rest of the dishes and broken glass, before picking it out into a towel. "You okay?" He asked, setting the towel to the side. "Listen, I'Il fix this tomorrow after work, m'kay? No harm, no foul."

You soften at his comforting words, nodding. Ever the worrier, his concerned eyes stayed trained on you. "You look a bit flushed, why don't you go rest? I'll finish up."

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Your hands wouldn't stop trembling as you undressed for bed, his words echoing in your head. Where the two of you going to have kids? He didn't want more kids, did he? Could the two of you even have kids, being different species? What would they look like? How would that even work?

Your mind raced with questions and visions of how he might go about impregnating you, considering the vast difference in your stature. Sure, you'd been intimate before, but when you imagined how a man would breed his wife, it tended to look a bit different than what you were used to with him.

Nevermind all that- did he want to have more kids with you?

As you slid into bed, you tried to immerse yourself in a book to calm your nerves, but just as you found your place, the bedroom door opened. "Are you upset at me, hun?" Chilchuck's voice was a bit more timid than usual and laced with worry. "I'm sorry I asked about having kids, it was dumb-"

"Do... you want to have more kids?" You interrupted him, voice quaking a bit.

"I wanna do whatever you wanna do." He answered, approaching the bed and sitting on the edge of it.

You search his eyes for sincerity. "So do I, so you tell me first."

"Well..." He trailed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I wouldn't mind. Kinda miss when the girls were little." He admitted with a sheepish smile. "Is that weird? Am I too old to be havin' kids?"

"No," you replied with a warm smile. "I don't think so, not at all."

"Would you... maybe wanna?" He asked with a nervous laugh, much like how he acted the day he proposed. "You wanna be a mama?"

Your cheeks heated up exponentially and you hid your face, save for your eyes with your book. "I-I... I-" You stammered, unable to find the correct words. Eventually, you simply nodded. Chilchuck's sheepish expression turned smug as he began crawling closer.

"Need you to tell me with words, hun." He cooed, straddling your lap. "Tell me you wanna have my baby."

"I-I want to..." You swallowed hard. "Have your b-baby." As a reward for your obedience, he pulled you close, tilting your chin up as he began peppering kisses up and down your throat. "M-My love, what are you...?"

"Givin' my pretty wife a baby."

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"G-Gods, Chil," You cooed, your eyes rolling back as he bottomed out, hips rolling into yours at a slow but firm pace. His hands cupped the back of your knees, pressing them into your collarbone, folding you beneath him.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" He rasped, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead onto your tummy. "Didn't think a guy like me could fold a girl like you? I'm stronger than I look." His brows furrowed, a cocky grin splitting his flushed face. "Not gonna lie, ain't never bred a woman bigger than me, but-" He laughed confidently, suddenly slamming his hips into yours, making you see stars. "Won't let that stop me from fuckin' a baby into this pretty little thing."

You had always known Chilchuck had a foul mouth, but you'd never heard anything like this from his lips. You felt a bit silly for worrying about how this would go, he was so stubborn, you should have known he'd find a way. Still, it made your tummy churn how he could be half your size and still dominate you so completely. He had you wrapped around his finger and you both knew it.

"That's it, pretty, just lay back," He soothed smugly, pressing you deeper into the mattress. "Let your big, strong husband take care of everything," You could practically see his ego inflate with his self-praise, breath falling out in ragged chuckles. "How does it feel getting pinned by a half-foot?"

"F-Feels good..." You whimpered, drool dripping down the side of your cheek as his tip endlessly nudged against that special spot, which he seemed to know exactly how to locate.

"What's that? Couldn't hear ya?" He teased, hips pistoning into yours with renewed vigor. "Tell me louder, mama."

"Chil, it f-feels so good," You moaned a bit louder, eyes squeezed tight, trembling under him.

"What feels good?" He laughed cruelly, his nails digging into the meat of the back of your thighs in his daze. "Be specific, babe."

"I-I feels so good to be under you like this..." You admitted shyly, overwhelmed tears welling in your eyes. Chilchuck groaned at your words, drunk off of your pretty, pouty, flustered expression.

"That's my girl," He grinned, doubling his efforts, reaching down to press his thumb to your clit, rubbing in rough circles with experienced ease. "Big surprises come in small packages, or however the saying goes."

"Chil, ahh-" You whined, feeling that familiar knot in your tummy tightens at his doubled efforts. "P-Please, make me a mommy..."

Your eager begging made his breath hitch and his pace faltered a bit. "Shit, pretty, so desperate to carry my baby, huh?" He grunted, thrusts changing to a more insistent pattern. "That's okay, I can't wait to be a daddy again."

You knew his last words would do you in, the knot in your belly snapping taut within seconds of hearing it. You couldn't hold back the needy pleading that spilled from your throat, clamping down on him as you rolled your hips into his, riding out. "A-Ahh, Chil! I love you so much!"

He let out a choked groan, sent over the edge by your constriction and loving declaration. "Oh fuck," He hissed, hips sputtering as that warm, gooey feeling enveloped his sensitive member. "Fuckin' milk it, mama." He muttered, folding against you, nestling his face between your breasts. "Shit, love love you like crazy."

Your chest heaved as you both lay there, revelling in the moment. After a bit, you began to shift, expecting him to pull away so you could stretch your legs. To your surprise, he continued to hold your knees to your shoulders. "H-Honey," You whispered bashfully. "My hips are getting sore."

"That sucks," He laughed, languidly rolling his hips into yours, making you jump in surprise. "Gonna have to get used to it, they're gonna get a lot worse when you start showin'." He teased, fuckings seed deeper into your womb.

"S-Showing what?" You asked innocently, melting at his tender pace.

"Your baby bump, obviously." He smirked, kissing up and down your stomach.

"I-I don't think I can go again so soon..." You admit shamefully, only to have him reach out, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

"You want me to make you cum again later, I will, but that's not what this is, hun." It was just now that you were beginning to really look at his face, your eyes having been closed during most of this event. His cheeks, nose, and ears were blushed, freckles more evident against the pinked skin. His auburn hair slicked to his forehead with sweat and you could see the greys in his sideburns more easily in the moonlight. He looked so mature in this moment, you could almost forget how different his species was from yours.

"W-What is it, then, my love?" You asked, bringing up a hand to lovingly rake through his hair.