#reblog to get triple pregnant
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mother's day hc that you tell the genshin boys you're pregnant on mother's day so they decide to celebrate by getting you double pregnant?
YES MA’AM i had a randomizer pick four names for me out of all the guys i write for… kinda laughing at 3/4 of them being all the Serious, Stoic ones lol
fem reader, pregnancy, breeding, overstimulation (alhaitham) and knotting (gorou) below!
alhaitham
You can never be too sure, he says— a good, valid experiment hinges upon proper reliability. Do you know how many undergraduate experimental reports he’s dismissed on account of their supposed “results” being the chance of mere coincidence or random chance? It never hurts to eliminate the possibility of a false positive and to ensure that your positive pregnancy test result is a true positive by breeding you all over again and having you take another pregnancy test in five weeks or so.
When you tell him you’re pregnant, he responds with a quiet nod before almost analyzing all of the behavior you’ve displayed over the last few weeks. Yes, the news makes perfect sense— last week, Alhaitham overheard you wondering aloud if your period was late or if you had just tracked it wrong, and he’d have to be a fool to not know what a missed period is the universal signifier of. The news comes at a perfect time, so he couldn’t be happier— though your husband certainly has a… uniquely stoic way of expressing happiness.
That night, he replicates every last aspect of the night he imagines he got you pregnant some five weeks ago (it’s a simple calculation, really) down to your spot on the bed and the clothes he was wearing just to make sure that a false positive is out of the question. Perhaps he’ll have to come inside if you twice tonight just to really seal the deal that you’re pregnant— once is chance, twice is a coincidence, and thrice is a true pattern. You’d like to try and convince him that surely there’s no need for all of this, that pregnancy tests rarely, rarely fail or show an incorrect result, but there’s no pushing back against your husband’s logical calculations or sense of reason— not that you’re much in the condition to even try to speak with him anyways.
When your husband has you spread open wide with your knees pressed up against either side of your chest, a light conversation is absolutely out of the picture. You’d consider it a feat to muster up anything other than splintered whines of your husband’s name and delicate pleas for him to slow down— though, truthfully, it’d be an even bigger feat if you managed to successfully convince Alhaitham of doing the latter. He hasn’t stalled or slowed his pace for even a fraction of a second because he, of course, is trying to replicate the night he very likely knocked you up exactly, and he just so happened to be absolutely railing you that night.
“You can certainly take more than this.” That’s all he offers when you beg him to slow down again. “I’ve discovered, met, and exceeded every last one of your limits myself, and this pace, this position, and this fervor hardly come close to any of those. I’m simply validating your claim before I take to preparing the spare room for our child.”
You gasp and let your head fall back against the pillow, defeated and overwhelmed in equal tandem by your husband’s delightful Mother’s Day plans.
Alhaitham only chuckles once, a satisfied smirk so faint on his lips that you almost don’t catch it at all. “You’ll be alright. We’ll have nine entire months to be gentle.”
zhongli
Zhongli has lived a normal human lifetime nearly ninety times over— yet, fascinatingly, he always insists he’s come nowhere close in experiencing everything life, nature, humanity, and civilization have to offer, an assertion you’ve always found downright impossible to fathom. How does somebody not get bored after six thousand years of life? You know people who are bored after just four years of working in the same career before they jump ship and try to find something, anything completely different.
He offers the exact same explanation every single time you once again ask how he still finds things to do, places to go, and activities to enjoy after being alive for so long— he always, always smiles softly and explains that he never gets bored with life because you’re in it, and you show him new things, new foods, and new ways to love and enjoy the world that he never even imagined prior to meeting you.
You’ll admit that you’ve found his reasoning somewhat hard to believe on a few separate occasions— like he’s seriously been alive for over six thousand years, yet he’s never tried red bean ice cream from Inazuma before? It’s not exactly a rare or expensive good. However, there are other times when you think you understand what he means, and his logic has never been more evident than today because you told your darling husband that you’re pregnant this morning.
“I’ve never been a father before,” Zhongli hums as he presses a wide circle of kisses all around the cusp of your tummy. “I’ve tutored and taught many, but I’ve never raised a child as my own from their very birth.”
“Does it make you nervous?” You grip his left hand a little tighter as his right comes to rub a soothing circle over the apex of your soft belly.
He pauses for a moment. “I see no reason to be afraid of new experiences, let alone ones I have you to guide me through. I’ve found that sampling life’s uncertainties and navigating its surprises provide far more enrichment than routine.”
You laugh. “I don’t think I can do much ‘guiding’ here, my love— I’ve never been a mother before either. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Zhongli melts. How do you always know just how to tickle his heart with the most innocuous of statements?
“And that is exactly why I’m not nervous— because we’ll have each other to both learn from and learn alongside. I’ve spent the vast majority of my life being the teacher and not the student, so opportunities to learn with you excite me.”
All you can do is hide your face with your free hand, your cheeks warm and your grin obvious. Your husband chuckles and kisses a line down the bottom half of your tummy, down your hips, and all the way down, down, down until he runs into the fabric of your panties.
“I’ve read that intimacy during pregnancy has an array of positive effects for a mother,” Zhongli notes, gently sliding a hand down to tug your panties to the side. “We’ll have to try every last tip and wives’ tale, won’t we, my love?”
diluc
Completely opposite to that of Zhongli, Diluc’s perspective on celebratory sex on Mother’s Day is that it’s about as tired, cliche, and lazy as celebratory sex on a birthday, New Year’s Eve, or Valentine’s Day. Really, any other holiday where people feel the need to either supplement their actual present with sex because they fear what they really bought their spouse just isn’t good enough on its own or because they forgot to get them a present entirely.
Or so he says.
He’s always been of the opinion that love and intimacy expressed on a random day of the year without any special meaning bears more weight than celebratory holiday sex— why should sex be included as part of the celebratory experience when a married couple is expected to regularly display intimacy towards one another? You’ve teased him about this cynical, grumpy take plenty of times, but you’ve almost come to agree with him regardless— it’s hard to even have the energy for sex at the end of your birthday or on the evening of Valentine’s Day when you’re just so exhausted by everything Diluc planned for you during the day. Perhaps it’s entirely because he doesn’t take special occasions lightly that he sees no need to end the day on a cliche.
Well, there’s a first for everything.
“I thought you don’t do celebratory sex,” you whimper with a sharp inhale. You had meant for the statement to sound more teasing and alluring, but it’s damn near impossible to keep your composure when your husband’s spent the past hour and a half between your legs.
Diluc, for the first time in ninety minutes, actually pulls away from your slick, saliva-coated pubic mound to stare up at you over your tummy. How amusing— this is the smallest he’ll see your tummy for the next nine months, and something tells him he’s not going to miss it whatsoever.
“We’ve never celebrated Mother’s Day before simply because you were never a mother for any of them. Today is different— and of course this news deserves celebration.” That’s right— you did mention to Diluc that you’re pregnant this morning over breakfast, didn’t you?
You take advantage of this impromptu break to make eye contact with your husband, who hasn’t looked this… disheveled in quite some time. Bangs plastered to his forehead, nose and chin dripping with a mix of saliva and your fluids, and pupils blown wide with desire, this is a Diluc you don’t get to see very often— and you know how to revel in the treat.
“Making exceptions to your own rules doesn’t suit you.” There, that one actually sounded teasing.
He offers a sort of shrug in response. “I’d have to be devoid of all emotion entirely to not want to celebrate my wife’s body when she tells me it’s pregnant with our very first child.” He glides his soaked lips down the inside of your thighs elegantly and with purpose, taking care to stop just before where thigh meets labia to really relish in your scent.
“Besides,” Diluc murmurs. “I’d like to map out how your body looks now so I can properly appreciate how much lovelier you’ll look once you begin to actually show how well I’ve bred you.”
gorou
Gorou tentatively asks you to repeat yourself just to make sure that he heard you properly, which carries a good amount of irony given his exceptionally superhuman hearing. He just wants to make sure he heard you properly— telling him you’re pregnant on Mother’s Day? He can’t think of anything more perfect than that, so it’d be a shame if he just imagined you saying it— he’s dreamed of being a father for so long now that if you were to hit him with a “gotcha” now, he might faint from disappointment.
Realistically, he should’ve put two and two together three weeks ago, but leave it to your husband to miss something glaringly obvious without your explicit guidance or direction. It’s almost funny to think that, despite his keen sense of smell, taste, and hearing, his overprotective nature, and his well-developed common sense, it’s so easy for him to miss the elephant in the room and get distracted by something incredibly unrelated to whatever he’s supposed to be looking out for.
He should have known from the second he found himself growing more and more overprotective of you without any visible or tangible piece of evidence as to why— you weren’t sick, you weren’t injured, and you weren’t otherwise vulnerable… or so he thought. It wasn’t obvious to him at the time, but now that you’ve confirmed it for him… it makes perfect sense. His nose already knew you were pregnant then— he picked up in the slightest change in your hormone levels without even realizing it, and now that he knows you’re pregnant?
He won’t leave your side for a single moment these next nine months.
Apparently, his vow to stay by your side 24/7 started the very moment you first broke the news to him— with your husband pressed so close up against you, you wouldn’t be surprised if you two just simply combined. Gorou’s hips slap against your ass so roughly and so quickly the sound of skin making contact with skin bounces off the walls and fills your ears, almost threatening to drown out your husband’s elated rambling.
Almost, but not quite. Nothing will get him to stop talking once he’s already started running his mouth.
“I just— I’ve just wanted this for so long,” he pants, looping his hands around your thighs to press them against the front your belly. “It’s just instinct, I guess? I just— Archons— there’s no better way to spend my life than with a sweet wife and a big, big family of our cute little pups.” He’ll be sure to keep you pregnant now that the precedent has already been established— Gorou knows he’ll miss taking you doggy style when your belly gets too big to safely attempt such a position, but he’s sure he can figure out a nice, comfortable compromise.
“I’ll get lots of time off from work! It’ll be easy. I’ll spend every day taking good, good care of you and our family because that’s— that’s what good husbands do, right? I’ll get Thoma to teach me tons of nutritious meals for you because I only know how to prepare quick rations for troops,” Gorou notes with a sheepish chuckle before he hunches over your back and whimpers brokenly. Will you still be able to take his knot while you’re pregnant, or will it be too much for you? He can’t push you too far now that you’re the most delicate you’ve ever been, heavy with the promise of a big family, right?
“I love you so much,” he gasps, nails digging into your belly softly as he loses control of himself. “And I’ll be the best father possible!”
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My girls (Lance Stroll)
Lance gave Juno one job: to make sure his girls were looked after while he was away at a triple header
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"Have you seen Juno?", Margot asked her older sister while she did her homework, "where's mummy? She usually is where mummy is", Addalynn smiled, "I just need to finish this question and then I can go downstairs with you, wait a bit for me, please", she asked.
Margot waited for her, standing by her desk and watching curiously as her older sister wrote on her notebook until she finished, tidying her desk and storing the notebook back in her backpack, "we can go downstairs now", she smiled, holding Margot's hand and going down the stairs with her, the patter from Luna's paws and nails on the floor telling them you were in the kitchen.
You had only read about it in books, and since Luna had only been in your family for a little over a year, you never experienced being pregnant while having a dog. So far, besides your two daughters, you also had a four-pawed shadow following you around, "Luna, you can't get all tangled between my ankles, okay? Mummy can't see you that well anymore, only your tail every now and again", you giggled as you looked for her snout, hearing the girls approaching you.
"I knew she'd be here", Addy whispered to Margot as she called the dog, sitting on the floor to play with the dog.
"Are you hungry, girls? I can make you something before we sit down for dinner", you offered, figuring that dinner would still take a while to be ready.
"No, we just wanted to play with Juno", Margot said, pulling on the rope material so Juno could pull back.
"I finished my homework, too, and we knew Juno would be where you were", Addalynn added as you blushed slightly, "she's following daddy's request to look after you!", both girls giggled.
"She's looking after all of us - but I think she does come to stay with me whenever she wants a rest", you winked, "she knows I won't go too far too quickly", you offered.
When you finished dinner and tidying up with the girls' help, they were quick to go to the living room, turning on the TV and finding the channel.
"Is daddy on track yet?", you asked, ushering Juno to her spot on the sofa by your left before you sat down next to the girls on your right.
"Lizzie was saying they're going to start soon", Addy added as she unfolded the blanket on top of her and Margot's legs, "do you want some of the blanket too?", she asked.
"I have mine here, love, thank you, though", you smiled, arranging it under your bump carefully as you stretched your legs on the footstool, "Oh, forgot my pillow", you mumbled, changing your position.
"I'll get it, mummy!", Margot offered, getting the pillow you needed and placing it under your feet, "is it good?", she checked.
"It is, sweetheart, thank you", you smiled at her attentiveness as she climbed back on the sofa.
"Daddy is going really fast!", Margot pointed out, "is this the one where he could win?".
"This is practice still, the one where he can go for the pole position is much later and you will be asleep by then", you stated, not wanting to bend their bedtime routine even more than you were already doing.
"Okay", they said in unison, respecting your orders. Overall, they were pretty good at following what you asked them to do, usually only throwing tantrums when they were really tired and understanding what could and couldn't be negotiated pretty well. Of course they were still kids and had their developmental needs and challenges, but you also had an inkling that Lance had spoken to them about how they needed to behave extra well since he wouldn't be coming home for three weeks.
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You rolled to Lance's side of the bed, finding Luna already looking at you, "the girls are not up yet?", you mused, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
Getting up gently, allowing your back and hips to stretch properly and readying yourself to go back to spending most of the day in a standing position, "Good morning, baby girl, you're up too, at least, you can keep me and Juno company", you smiled, rubbing your bump softly as you felt her movements, little feet kicking your ribs gently for now.
The silence didn't last for too long as when you were getting yourself dressed, Juno's ears popped when she heard noise, leaving you briefly to go to the girls' bedrooms. Putting on your lounge wear set and making sure it would be stretchy enough around your bump you stepped into the corridor to find your two curly haired girls petting Juno.
"Good morning, mummy! Did you sleep well?", Addalynn asked, coming close to give you a hug.
"Good morning, my loves. I did, did you?", you kissed the top of her head before kissing Margot's as well, hugging her too, "I'm going to let Juno out in the garden so she can do her business, are you coming down now?", you wondered as you picked out comfy clothes for them.
"I'll go in a bit - I need to pee!", Margot let you know before speeding to the bathroom.
You opened the back door for Juno first and then started making breakfast.
The doorbell rang, making Juno go up to the door with you, and once you opened it, she barked loudly at the man holding a box, "Juno, it's okay!", you assured her as she took a protective stance in front of you, "she's harmless, really, but she will bark at anyone she doesn't know, I'm sorry if she scared you", you told him.
"It's fine, no worries, I used to have one just like her when my children were younger", the delivery man, "Y/N Stroll, right? These two boxes are for you, may I?", he asked, wanting to help you by at least putting the package on top of the table near the door.
"Sure, thank you! Juno, come here!", you called the brown labrador so she wouldn't get in the way.
"There you go", he said, "I hope you have a good day!", he waved as he walked back to the car.
"Thank you, you too!", you waved back before closing the door.
The girls walked down the stairs, Addalynn in the outfit you picked out and Margot holding her clothes on her hand, "who was that, mummy?".
"A delivery man - we got two packages. Do you need help getting dressed, love?", you asked Margot, who nodded as she looked at the smaller box.
"Can we see what's inside?", Addalynn quesioned.
"Sure, you girls do that one while I do this one", you encouraged, ripping the tape on the box on the table to see a beautiful bunch of flowers along with a card.
I can't wait to be back home, I miss you girls so much!
There are some flowers for you and the girls and a little treat for Juno, too - figured she wouldn't be the most gentle with a plant!
I love you!
- Lance
"Mummy, this one has flowers, too!", Margot showed you two smaller bunches of flowers and a bag with some dog treats.
"These are from daddy! This one is for me, each of those is for you and then some treats for Juno", you explained, showing them the card so Addalynn could read it out loud as you carried the flowers to the kitchen so you could put them in water.
"Let's take a photo and send it to daddy, okay? Smile big, my loves!", you cheered, snapping a cute photo of the girls, Juno and the flowers and sending it to Lance.
Even though it was late where he was, your husband still sent you a text with many heart emojis and then another one reading "these are three of my favourite girls, and I would like to see the other two 👀".
Taking a selfie in the mirrow on the hallway, perfectly showing your baby bump, you sent it back to Lance, earning the same reaction to the first one you sent.
After having breakfast, you sat on the sofa to watch the qualifying session, the girls laying out their Lego sets, "daddy didn't tell you in which position he was starting?", Addy mused.
"No, I told him we would watch it today and I stayed away from the news, too, so I have no idea what's going to happen", you offered, pressing play on the remote to start the program.
Juno was quick to recognise Lance, getting up from her spot where she rested her head on your legs, tail wagging, "yes, Juno, that's daddy!", Margot squealed.
"Does that mean daddy got P3?", Addalynn asked as the voice over as they filmed the paddock spoke about a penalty, "yes, he goes up a place", you smiled.
Later on the night, your baby girl couldn't seem to settle so sleep wasn't coming by easily, "if your sisters find out that you're keeping me up so we can watch daddy's race, we're going to be in trouble", you spoke, fluffing the pillows as Juno looked up at you, "you can't tell anyone either, okay?", you warned the dog as you set up you iPad on your bedside table.
Lance ended up in second place, the podium celebrations showing his happiness as he sprayed the champagne on the other drivers, "mummy's tired, baby girl, and daddy is flying back soon", you tried to soothe her by rubbing your bump, hoping she would slow down enough for you to sleep once you turned off the streaming channel.
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Lance couldn't wait to be back home, getting his luggage from the plane as soon as he could before he walked to his car, putting all his belongings inside and driving home to his family. Triple headers were hard as it was, but now that he had his family waiting back home, they were even harder.
He closed the garage door and parked the car, taking his luggage to the laundry room before expecting to meet the girls at the corridor but finding the whole floor empty.
Lance found you napping on his side of the bed, the girls napping on your side and Juno by the feet of the bed.
Smiling at the view, he walked up gently to you, Juno alert as she sensed someone else in the room and barking before noticing it was Lance, stepping closer to him to rub her snout on his legs, "hey, Juno, you did a good job here from what I can see!", he scratched her ears.
The girls stirred in their sleep, blinking their eyes a couple of times before looking at him, "hey, girls", he whispered.
"Daddy!", they yelled, making him kneel on the floor so he could hug them closely, "I missed you princesses so so so much", he said, inhaling their scent and squeezing their bodies closer to his.
"We missed you too, daddy", Margot said, kissing his cheek while Addalynn nodded, snuggling herself closer to Lance.
You turned on your side, opening your eyes to see Lance and the girls, "you're home already?", you croaked out, a sleepy smile on your lips.
Lance climbed up on the bed so he could hug you close, "I am, love", he greeted as his arms wrapped around your body.
"Hello, my love", you whispered against his lips before kissing him, feeling his hands rub your bump
"Hey, darling", he said once he let go of the kiss, "baby girl has grown so much these past weeks, hm?", he smiled, pecking your lips, "you're so beautiful, Y/N - isn't it true, girls? Mummy looks so beautiful", he added as they nodded, "I have all of my beautiful girls with me", he pulled them into the hug, squeezing you together for a family cuddle.
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A little thing about Hope
Requested by the lovely @sabrinajenre96
The reader is an FBI agent like scott (she's Rémi scott 'daughter) they are married and working a case with the other units like the triple crossover I got inspired by that 😂. While working to stop a threat and after what happened to Nina, the reader gets chosen for an Undercover job with her father and scola but refuse because it's too risky and later on everyone discovers that she's pregnant and she can't put herself into a dangerous position after Nina's almost losing her life. Let's give them an happy ending. After the case it's done where everyone is together and remi being a proud granddad and scott being thrilled being a father even if he has his trauma because of his mother abandonment.
A/N So this is going to be like the crossover !! With the next chapter about Italy then one about New york !! I know this one may seem a little boring but i’m just trying to get an introduction going !!
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Y/N’s Pov
When you woke up this morning it was unusually quiet in the house. You didn’t hear Scott moving around like he usually does. He always would wake up before you. He would make coffee and take Tank out.
Before you were even pregnant you always were a heavy sleeper. Always waiting until the last possible second to get up. But now that you were carrying a whole human it was so much worse than it was before.
This morning the sun was hitting you in the face and Tank was stretched out enjoying the heat from the sun. You really didn’t want to get up now. But suddenly your phone went off and you groaned loudly .
You reached over and grabbed it and it was your dad Remy calling you. When you saw it was him you quickly answered it
“Hey dad what’s up” You asked
“Can I just call to check in on my 2 favoriate people in the world.” Remy said
“You can but Tank is sleeping and Scott is at work so sorry you missed them” You said smiling in the phone.
You heard him laughing to
“Awe well damn i guess i’ll have to call back then” He said
“Mmm i guess because other than your stuck with me” You said laughing.
“I guess that will do for know how’s the baby doing” Remy asked
“It’s all good we just went for our 24 week check up and their fine” You said
“I know he’s doing good he takes after me” Remy said
“Good try dad but you know were not finding out the gender we want it to be a surprise” You said.
“I know I know thought i would for sure trick you up that time” Remy said
“I’m to smart for that” You said laughing
“Well you did get that from me. And listen I love you all okay but I just got to work we got a big case i’ll call you later” Remy said
“Okay I love you to” You said.
You hung up the phone and smiled. You really did miss your dad a lot. He was a single dad so the two of you were really close.
Looking at the time you realized you legit had to go. You rolled out of bed heaving yourself up. Tank immediately got up and followed you.
You walked down the hallway and into the kitchen and was surprised to see no sign of Scott.
You thought it was strange but figured it was something to do with work. Being the boss he had a different set of possibilities he had to focus on.
So you walked to the bathroom and got into the shower. The warm water was rolling down your body and it felt soo good.
You took a few minutes extra and just laid down and enjoyed it. You then washed your hair and body and got out.
After you began your usual routine of getting ready for the day. Being pregnant made it a little more harder but you powered through it.
Then you went into the kitchen and made yourself breakfast for the day. You were always so hungry in the morning.
Tank ate his breakfast too sitting right next to you. After you were done you grabbed your stuff and then headed out.
You and Tank walked out to your car and then made the journey into work. You liked to blast your music the whole way.
Tank stuck his head out the window and he enjoyed every minute of it.
After about 15 minutes you made it to work. You got your stuff and you and Tank headed inside.
You walked in and looked around for Scott but still didn’t see him. So you made your way up to the Pen and saw him walking out his office. He had a worried look on his face.
He looked up and saw you and walked straight over to you. He wrapped his arms around your belly and pulled you in tight.
“Hey good morning sorry we got a big one and I didn’t wanna wake you” Scott said
“It’s okay I figured that much what’s going on” You asked
“ A Diplomat’s daughter and family was killed on her wedding day he was the only surviror” He said
“Damn that’s horrible is he American or what’s going on” You asked.
“He is not but we think he is planning revenge and it’s connecting back to New York” he said
“That is a lot so what we have to look into something that may happen” You asked
You both heard footsteps coming up which meant Vo and Raines were also arriving. Scott un wrapped his arms around you and you walked over to your desk and sat down.
He stood in front of your desk with his arms folded in .
“Hey guys good morning” Raines said
“Good morning” Everyone Vo said
“Good morning” You and Scott both said.
They sat there stuff down and after a few minutes Scott started presenting to everyone.
“Hey guys listen up we got a big one a diplomat’s daughter and family was killed on her wedding day due to a bomb. I’ve been coordinating with New york because we think the diplomat is planning revenge in NYC” Scott said.
“So is anyone coming down to help” Vo asked
“Yeah and how do we even know there planning something” Raines chimined in
“That would be because we have intel from a CI that there is going to be a huge bomb attack we been tracking them down for the past 2 weeks” A familiar voice chimed out
Everyone turned their heads and Jubal Valentine and a blonde hair girl who was also pregnant walked inside.
We all got up and walked over to them to greet them. But we were also shocked as hell that they were here all the way in Budapest.
“Jubal Valentine my man what are you doing here” Scott asked smiling hugging Jubal.
Jubal dropped his bag and hugged him back
“Were here to help we been working this case to well Nina here caught it to. So it makes more sense to come down here in person over the phone” Jubal said.
“Well we surely appreciate and can use the help” Scott said.
“Yeah of course and everyone this is Nina she works with us and she is truly an amazing agent and a badass” Jubal said
“Well welcome and it’s really nice to meet you” You said walking over and giving her a hug
“Oh and congrats” You said winking at her.
“Thank you so much and congrats to you” She said
“Thank you” You said
You walked over and hugged Jubal
“Hey it’s been a minute how are you” You asked
“Good nice seeing you” Jubal said.
“You to” You said
After all the introductions you gave Jubal and Nina some space to work.
They sat there stuff down and then Jubal got up and started presenting to everyone.
“So 2 weeks ago Nina came to us with a case apparently a CI said the russians were planning a huge bomb. And attacks in New York” Jubal said
“How do we trust this information” You asked.
“Because the CI was directly linked to a higher up and we have Scola under to trying to gather more information. What he was able to learn was there are some people in Italy working with them” Nina said.
“We tracked them to Italy right where according to some intel we got is where the Diplomat was last scene” NIna said
“So it looks like were going to Italy” Raines said
“Yes we are when we go Nina and Y/N I want to stay in the office for obvious reasons me and Jubal and Raines and Vo wil be boots on the ground” Scott said
“What plan are we working with i mean we got the intel but what will we even be doing” You asked.
“Right so the intel we got was that the diplomat was involved with James Delcua, a businessman in Italy with strong political ties. Last week James wired 100 thousand Us dollars to a unknown account” Nina said
“Okay” You said still confused as to where this was going
“Look I’m not being mean but there is just a lot of talk about intel and not an actual case” You said.
Raines looked at you and nodded.
“Yeah I agree I mean what the hell are we even going to Italy for” Raines asked.
“Were going and talk to this James guy then we know about some underground rings run by the russians. We figure we break those up someone will be willing to go turn” Jubal said
“Hell of a gamble” Vo said
“Yeah but right now this is the best lead we got we got to italy and try to” Jubal said
“I was thinking Jubal goes in as a handler see what he can get and Vo and Raines will work the Diplomat see if there is anything going on” Scott said
“Y/N and NIna will work in office doing surveillance, leaving no stone unturned any dirt on why this diplomat sent so much money to. Looking into these rings to who’s involved and who’s most likely to flip” Scott said.
“Okay we got a plan let’s go” Jubal said
“What about Smitty” Vo asked
“She’s already gonna meet us there she had some other stuff to attended to but she’s on the nex flight out like us” Scott said.
“So where does the dog go” Nina asked
“He’ll go with us we fly private one of the many perks of the fly team” You said.
“Awesome good to know” Nina said.
You all grabbed your go bags that you already had. Everyone headed out and there was something in your gut that was telling you this was a mistake.
I mean there wasn’t much to go on you know. Like going down and breaking some rings up and hoping they are gonna flip. People like this don’t usually turn on their higher ups.
What if there was just something more going on that you weren’t aware of.
Scott looked at you and he could see the worry in your face.
“Yeah I’m fine” You said smiling.
You all made your way to the cars and to the airport. Everyone was just talking amongst each other. Scott was sitting next to you and he usually wasn’t one for PDA so he wasn’t holding your hand or anything.
Tank on the other hand was laying all over you with his head sticking out the window.
After about a half hour drive you made it to the airport. Everyone filed into the Jet and Nina and Jubal looked in awe of everything.
“I think i’m in the wrong team” NIna said
“Yeah me to we lower class people had to fly coach” Jubal said laughing.
“Yeah well they only hire the elite team to work here” Raines said
“Elite to who” Jubal said
Everyone was laughing and making small talk with each other. You grabbed a window seat and Nina sat Across from you.
“So how do you do it” Nina asked
“What do you mean” You asked scrunching your eyebrows.
“Working with the babies dad and traveling a lot” Nina asked
“Oh” Was you started.
“I’m sorry if that’s to personal” Nina asked flustering
“No its okay it’s not how did you know about me and Scott” You asked
“I see the way he looks at you and the rings” Nina said
“I never noticed but yeah it’s hard he get’s overprotective a lot and even before the baby it got worse after but I’m thankful for him. I know someone always has my back and working with my husband has it challenges but I wouldn’t trade it” You said
“You work with the baby’s dad” You asked.
“Yeah Scola the one undercover right now and I’m really worried,” Nina said
“All you can do is pray and think positive things there is no point in worrying if you haven’t heard anything” You said
“I guess your right it’s just complicated between us” Nina said
“Listen i get that Scott is technically is my boss and in the beginning it was hard but we worked it out and now were really happy. I know it can happen for the two of you.” You said
“Yeah I hope so” Nina said.
“I know it will” You said.
The rest of the flight you two talked all baby stuff. She was having a boy and she was surprised to know you were waiting to know.
The flight flew by and finally you all touched down in Italy. The butterflies were heavy but you just had to keep breathing.
When everyone got out of the plane we all piled back into the car. Me and Nina and Jubal in one and Raines, Vo and Scott with tank in the other one.
NIna kept looking at her phone. And i felt bad for her. i could see Scott I can’t imagine being so far away from him and being undercover.
“Hey it’s going to be okay” You whispered to her
“Yeah I know” Nina said.
“So i forgot to ask Scott you don’t happen to know Remy Scott do you” Nina asked
“Actually i do he’s my dad. He inspired me join the breau do you know him” You asked
“I meant him a couple times when i was working under he said he had a daughter working in Budapest” Nina said smiling.
“I can reach out to him I know he can find out what’s going on with Scola” You asked
“No I’m good I don’t want to cause a big scene” Nina said
The rest of the car ride was silent after that. The conversation just kind of fell everyone looking at the beautiful scenes.
You finally made it to the American Diplomat office. Scott’s car was right behind.
“Everyone ready” Jubal asked.
“Yeah lets do it” You said.
You all headed in and all eyes were on you guys. Which was nothing new. You found Smitty who was waiting for you all.
“Were set up in here and welcome everyone let’s get started” Smiity said
“Let’s go” Scott said
You all headed into the office and put your stuff down. You were setting up. and all you kept thinking was
You were in good hands and it’s all going to be okay
It’s all going to be okay was all you kept saying. I mean what is the worse that could happen ??
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#5
Being Useful
Another birthday as you get older. People jokingly telling you that you would be able to retire soon. You were at a small party on a Sunday afternoon with friends. You felt like life was passing you by. Some were in amazing careers, others were married and having kids. Buying houses. It was silly but you decided to make a wish. "I wish I could do something useful this year," you blew out the candle.
That night you began having weird dreams. Dozens of children calling you mommy. Milk flowing freely for them all to drink from enormously swollen breasts. Your walk was a waddle slowed by an oversized growing belly. The perfect place for you triple sized mommy milkers to rest. You pussy was a perfect place for a fertile healthy cock to pump into as it milked the potent cum deep in your body.
You wake up in a sweat and notice it is still very early. You decide to get up and hit the office early. Maybe you can finish up and get out early and go to the gym or go to happy hour. Although, the thought of alcohol suddenly turns your stomach. You pull out your tightest skirt that shows off your wide hips. You think about how great your hips are for fucking. The dreams come back and you turn to the side and imagine what you’d look like heavily pregnant. In your daydream, you forget to get a bra as you button up a blouse.
The whole drive you just think of how great and useful you would be swollen in pregnancy. Having baby after baby. You for some reason listen to a new mom’s podcast. Talking feeding and caring for babies. One even was already pregnant again. So useful you think. You think how great it would be so nice to just be kept one after the other.
You arrive at the office and hardly anyone is there. You see your supervisors car. He was transferred in about two months ago. Young but driven. He had already accomplished a lot. He was the talk of everyone in the office. No girlfriend, high paying job and handsome. Right now you think about how good he would be to breed you and your fantasies don’t disappoint.
Nipples are pressed hard against your shirt as you walk in. He is in the break room making the coffee for the day. Before he even sees you, he can smell you. His body tensed up and suddenly it overtakes him. Like a man possessed he turns and sizes you up. You can smell him too. God is he fertile. He is across the room is seconds as you feel the need to obey whatever he says. He is your supervisor, your big, sexy, fertile supervisor.
His hand is up your skirt and he feels your already soaked cunt. He rubs around and then puts three fingers inside. It’s not what either of you crave though. He strokes a few times before he hikes your skirt up and throws you on the table. You unbutton your blouse as he yanks his cock out. It’s already hard and ready to fill you as a huge drop of precum leaks down. Your mind empties out seeing it as he goes to slide on your waiting hole. As soon as he begins fucking you, your brain tells you how useful you are. How his balls will empty and fill you. He is going faster and harder. He grabs the table so you won’t slide away. Harder and harder his cock pounds into you. You begin to use your pussy to milk his cum out you need that. The grunts and moans as he fucks you, images fill his head with you so pregnant you can’t move with your tits flowing with milk. He wants it. He keeps his pace and begins muttering “breed her, breed her, breed her”. He begins to cum and he sucks on your breasts. Sucking harder with each squirt of cum. You begin to orgasm yourself as you feel the cum.
“Your assignment today is to be useful and keep that cum in you. Your gonna be a good little breeder.” He pours you both coffee and struts away even more confident than before.
You hold the coffee to your lips but immediately the smell caused you to flinch back. He must have brewed it wrong. You stick to your water deciding to get another cup later. You never do. The smell was making you nauseous.
You tried to sit at your desk calmly but you imagined getting pumped full by every male co-worker imagining who could fill you to be enormously pregnant the most. Your supervisor got 7 in your fantasies. Your hand was up your skirt stroking your clit and massaging your empty, fertile pussy. Your other hand unbuttoned your blouse and began teasing your nipples imagining your tits swollen with milk dripping down your body. Your ever swelling body a sign of how useful you are. More and more babies growing and feeding because of you. Your mind constantly going back to your supervisor who you fucked this morning.
You remember the feeling of his cock pounding into you over and over until he came. Your mouth is hanging open as your fingers furiously try to give you the same feeling but fail. You office door has a forceful knock when he walks in. You can see the thick health bulge growing in his pants.
“Hands on the table, time to be useful,” he grabs you and places you in position. You turn and catch sight of his cock and balls. They seemed bigger than this morning. Heavier and more full. You expectant cunt is greedy for more as he begins to fuck, the tip seeking out your cervix. After a few shallower thrusts, he hits it. It sets off animal like instincts. He won’t stop until your full of cum and there is no doubt of you being bred. Every thrust he is dripping gobs of potent cum. You’re already full of it as he heads toward climax.
You steady your hips and hold firm as you feel his cock tense. He paused and makes sure all the cum shoots as deep in as possible. As he unloads inside you, your orgasm as he deposits nearly a full liter of cum. Your stomach puffs out as it fills you. After a few moments he slides out and readjusts his out. He sets you gently on your chair making sure you don’t lost a single drop. After the hard fucking, you pass out in your chair.
When you finally come to it, it’s 8 pm. The office has long emptied. At some point, the supervisor came in and fucked you again but you could hardly keep your eyes open. You look down at your stomach. You are easily 4 months pregnant. You can feel the babies moving in you. Definitely 3 or 4. Your tits are massive with huge darkened nipples. You can almost feel them making milk. Your skirt is pressed to its limit as you waddle to your car. You need to go and eat. Maybe a chicken sandwich with pickles. And ice cream. And peanut butter. And some tacos with jelly. This is just the beginning. You are already imagining your next pregnancy caring for these babies and making more.
You dream of being useful all night. Your supervisor will keep you pregnant and full. Pushing your body to grow and carry more. Using your overflowing breasts to feed a tiny army of babies. Never getting a flat stomach again. You orgasm many times in your sleep.
When you wake the next morning, hardly anything will fit your body. Your massive stomach is 7 months with 5 healthy growing babies. You waddle and jiggle with every step. Your supervisor stops by your house for a morning fuck and drives you in as you give him a hand job to help relieve the pressure of his massive baseball sized breeding balls. He proudly walks you in so everyone knows he bred you and made you useful.
No one thinks it’s weird that in 3 days you a fully pregnant with multiples. In fact the whispers are about how all the women want to be like you and the men want a chance to make a woman be as useful as you.
“Sorry we are late with your birthday but here is your cake” as they sing to you. You stroke your enormous belly as you formulate you wish. “I wish everyone here could be useful like me”
227 notes - Posted January 25, 2022
#4
My mom had me young. She did it on purpose. She was a sorority girl and popular girl who wanted me as an accessory. She chose my frat boy father because he was easy for her to manipulate and control. It didn’t hurt that he was a trust fund baby who could buy her all the pretty useless luxury goods.
I was her first. She had hopes of having a little Barbie doll mini me. She instead got bookish and quiet type me. I don’t care about hair, clothes or make up. I spent so much time hiding with a book and doing my school work. Some how every sibling after me was exactly like my parents wanted except me, so I’m kind of the black sheep.
I wanted to go to college far away but my parents are insisting on their alma mater. They are paying so I can’t argue much unless I want to take out loans. My mother won’t stop talking about me rushing her sorority. Like they would let me in with my messy ponytail and sweatpants.
Today is my 18th birthday and my parents had a whole set up of gifts for me. Everything looks like it’s for my mom or something my younger sisters would want. Not even a single book I asked for. The only thing that was on my list was the latest phone but it was entirely pink and encrusted with diamonds too much for me but I guess it was a compromise. I could fix it later.
I picked it up and started playing with it. Mindless scrolling and enjoying a rest on my birthday. When I checked the clock suddenly four hours have passed. What had I even been doing for that long? A text popped up from my friend, she wanted to know what time I wanted to meet for the concert to our favorite punk band. I said 5 and we could grab burgers and fries before.
My mom always wanted me to enjoy her trendy pop and club music. Go to eat over priced fancy door or salads and green juices with her. I preferred the basics. I was about to start picking out an outfit from my wardrobe of neutrals and black, when my mom popped in.
“Let’s get your nails done for your birthday!” I was about to fight about my plans when I saw my nails did look a bit grungy even for me. I could get a simple color and be done. I still had all afternoon before I met my friends.
I followed her to her pink luxury car. I always thought it was obnoxious that it was all pink and had crystals all over but today I thought it did look kind of cool in the driveway and my friends always drooled over it and my mom.
“You can play on your new phone,” she cranked up her music and some bubbly pop song filled the car. As I scrolled, I tapped my foot and bopped my head a bit. This playlist was kind of catchy.
“See even in music mother knows best,” my mom smiled and made it even louder. My mom didn’t have terrible taste I suppose. She pulled into the parking lot and strut in with me trailing behind her. Everyone greeted her there and she pulled me to an open station. I didn’t even get a chance to pick a color.
“Just keep watching videos on your phone and relax! It’s your birthday princess. Mother knows best” I watched for what felt like minutes as the manicurist worked. Suddenly she stopped and I looked down and saw the brightest sparkling nails ever. Not what I wanted but it matched my mom’s set. I was so shocked I didn’t know what to say.
“So cute!!!” Mom gushed. She tipped the workers and we left. We stepped out and instead of going towards the car she ushered me to the hair salon and walked in.
“Mother knows best darling. Right?” She asked me.
“Yes mom.” I answered. She was just trying to spend time with me I guess. The stylist who always trimmed my hair came up. She looked particularly gleeful. She ushered me back to the dye section. I never did this.
“Match her to me it will look so perfect on her.” My mom ordered the girl sweetly.
“Mother knows best” the girl answered happily. My mom would know since I never really got into hair. I hope I look as pretty as my mom. I wonder if she can show me how to do my make up before the concert. I looked at the time and saw that it was getting late. I texted my friend that I was running late, I would meet her at the concert. My mom could stop and get me a smoothie and some expensive sushi maybe! She knows the best places.
We stopped at one more place. It was some doctor's office.
"Dr Vayak will give you your final gift."
"It's sucking out any final resistance and useless knowledge to give you a perfect pair of breasts, like any Delta Alpha Beta girl should have."
I let out a giggle. It felt so funny feeling the vacuum on my chest.
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#3
You clicked reblog. Damn right! The patriarchal misogynistic society. Of course you had a not like other girls phase. Who didn’t?
You got a message. Seemed like a rather harmless account. A few reblogs here and there. Nothing weird. A cheesy joke bio. Then you saw! They were who you reblogged that post from! You opened the message.
Your computer flashes filling the whole room with a blinding silver light. You felt your head go fuzzy instantly. Your whole body feels tight as you look at your computer to see what caused it, when a silver swirl pulls you in.
“You are just like other girls. You are just make up and boobs. You are just like other girls. You are just make up and boobs. You are just like other girls. You are just make up and boobs.”
More and more messages came through repeating it again and again. Hours of reading. You couldn’t look away. You could only read.
“I am just like other girls. I am just make up and boobs!”
Your interests seemed to melt away. Shelves of books and intellectual pursuits faded into over priced make up. Rows of lipsticks and palettes of eye shadows. Hundreds of products. All to make you look prettier. All the blogs and podcasts you followed shifted into shallow, pursuits of beauty and sex. You exist to please men. You are just make up and boobs. Just like other girls.
Thinking? Going to College? Ick. That’s hard work! You should leave it to the boys. You belong at a salon getting your nails and hair done. You just need to look pretty for the big smart boys. You are a silly dumb blonde with nothing better than to look pretty.
“I am just like other girls. I am just make up and boobs”
Strong and independent? Ewwwww! You are weak and submissive. A man can tell you what to do. Only a man’s opinion matters. You are useless without a man. You are going to use your nice big boobies and your warm, wet pussy to show him that he can control you.
“I am just like other girls. I am just make up and boobs”
You forwarded the messages to anyone who reblogged that post! They were so silly for thinking they could be any different. Girls are just make up and boobs!
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#2
He forced her into his hotel room. She had never seen him before. He said he had a gun. She was being kidnapped at the hotel she was staying at on her two week long solo trip.
Wrists tied above her head she laid struggling on the luxurious hotel bed. The rooms were sound proof, no one would hear her. She needed to get to the phone or the hallway. But she laid in the bed hands bound above her head and feet tied together to the corner of the bed. The phone was across the room where her captor laid.
He watched her struggle ignoring any pleas or threats. Just laughing in her face every so often. There was a knock on the door and for a moment she thought she was saved. He rushed to get it and before a word left her mouth he was back in the room holding a spray bottle.
He stood over here and began soaking her in the spray. She felt the mist coat every inch, getting her her nose. It seeped into her mouth causing her to begin coughing. With her mouth open, several heavy sprays went in. It was so fruity and sweet, like her favorite cocktail. She finally heard the kidnapper speak for the first time.
“First let’s blow up those boobies”
Like a pump was attached, silicone filled them, slowly getting bigger and bigger. Faker and faker. Rounder and rounder. Her once average shirt was now pushed to its limits trying to contain a massive fake pair of breasts.
“These are obscene!”she screamed in shock, hardly able to comprehend that whatever that spray was, her body was under his command.
“Oh you don’t need big words any more,” her tongue buzzed removing her ability to say anything long or complicated “just try to say it now.”
“I said these are obsiigfii…objiiiii…..obbbb big silly boobies!” She covered her mouth. No she could say big words!
“No I can talk! I’m imteligiant, Intallimahshs. Infffffffff. Imma a big smartie!” She let out a forcible giggle. Oh god, this was turning her on. Her own body betraying her. Seeing herself with huge fuck tits. She looked good. Being sexy was turning her on.
“You want to be a big fake bimbo,” he said in a smug tone.
Suddenly she was imagining, showing off her pretty tiddies. People looking at her because she was so sexy. Men and women wanting her. She felt her body getting warmer, her pussy was beginning to get wet as she imagined her captor teasing her with his cock. She imagined becoming faker and enjoying it She tried to hide it but her mouth betrayed her.
“I’m a sexy horny dumb girl! Wanna be fake bimbo! ”
“Of course you are!” He pointed at you again “Faker, hornier, sluttier,” like a tingle that spread through her body, it over took her. She couldn’t fight it. Her face became the work of a surgeons knife and the girl ms at the make up counters every where. Fake hair bleached to an unreal shade of blonde. Nails so long, painted and bedazzled.
Her hips filled out and no one would think it her natural shape. The silicone flooded into her butt. The curves were made for pleasure. Looking at herself in the mirror on the bed, all tied up and sexy. She looked at the man. He had a cock. She should please him. He had another hour before pick up came to take another finished product to be sold to some rich man. Time for his tip.
372 notes - Posted April 11, 2022
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#5
Yandere Roman Reigns, his reaction to you being pregnant?
Yandere!Roman finds out your pregnant
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Roman definitely wanted to have kids with you, he wants that dilf energy
So he would keep track of your cycle
Making sure to fuck you more when you are ovulating
So as soon as you are having pregnancy symptoms he takes you to the doctor
He wants to be fully sure with a blood test.
And he has you broken down enough that you won’t miss behave
He wants you in tip top health while pregnant with his baby
The best vitamins, doctors, and lots of rest
Having a baby would make you more compliant
It brings out a sweeter side of him
Also, having a baby would give you someone that would keep you company when Romans gone 
But be prepared, he definitely doesn’t want to stop at one
160 notes - Posted July 25, 2022
#4
Poly Yandere Shield? 👀👀👀
Yandere Shield
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If you get the attention of these three you are screwed.
They are so possessive, all of them
Zero doubt that they would kidnap you
Roman would be more of the physical abuser.
Spanking, slaps, and anything else.
So don’t piss him off
Seth is more mental.
He’s such a great manipulator and gaslighter.
Convince you you’re the crazy one
Dean would be the comforter
After an punishment he will hold you and tell you you’re going to be ok, that they just love you
You would quickly form a bond with him
It would honestly make Seth and Roman a little jealous
But they know you just need time
They would kill, but more as a punishment.
Like if you try to run they will show just how far they will go to keep you with them.
I don’t think they would push anything sexual on you, but they would make you cuddle them
They want the physical touch one way or another
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Can I request Cody Rhodes dating Triple H’s daughter? Please?
Shy
Cody Rhodes x Reader
Summary: With his arrival in wwe, Cody finds himself infatuated with the shyest McMahon he’s ever met.
Warnings: none. No smut in this one, but there is and age gap between Cody and the reader.
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And don’t worry @moxleyunstable I tagged you so you wouldn’t accidentally read it😊
You’re parents quickly realized that you weren’t going to be the type to want attention. Hunter could barely get you to go to the park, and Stephanie heard it over and over again from teachers; ‘she just doesn’t interact with the other kids.’ Of course it was a bit surprising seeing as you came from a family if entertainers, but neither of your parents pushed you past your breaking point. You liked to read with your mom, and color in your grandfathers office, but your favorite thing was watching wrestling with your father. The love never went away, and as you go older you watched any you could get your hands on.
Getting into the family businesses easy, but finding a job that would fit with your shyness was difficult. Luckily, it was suggested that you bring schedules and other things to the talent. The talent quickly got used to you, and you them. Making your job that much easier. Although one wrestler was sure to make you nervous, the newest member of raw, Cody Rhodes.
You had just gotten your list of jobs tonight, and were relieved that most of your jobs were with people you knew well. In fact, you were getting to spend quite a bit of time with AJ, one of your best friends. You were sure it probably looked weird that a father of four was friends with a single 20 something year old, but you got along together. It was the name that only was on once that terrified you. The American nightmare himself.
You still remembered the first time you saw Cody on tv. 17 years old, watching Raw in the living room while doing homework, and one of your favorites to this day Dusty showed up with his youngest son. Immediately you were crushing, and became and avid fan that followed his career.
You quickly decided you would save that for later, dashing off to help others.
————Cody————
Cody was just putting the finishing touches on his suit when there was a quiet knock on the door. He quickly walked over and opened it, reviling a women standing there. Her hair was pulled back and she had a clip board with her. She looked oddly familiar to him.
“Can I help you?” He questioned after a moment of silence. She turned beat red before speaking up.
“Yes, um. I have the schedule for tonight’s show. I’ll bring you it every week, along with anything else you might need…” she slowly got quieter as she spoke, making him strain to hear her at the end.
“Ok, thanks.” He said as she handed the paper over. “I’m Cody.” He stuck his hand out, waiting for her to take it. But that didn’t happen.
“I know.” She whispered.
“What?”
“I- um! Y/n McMahon.” She quickly said before rushing off, leaving him in the door way.
————reader————
“I’m an idiot…” you mumbled, your head in your hands. AJ chuckled at you as he got ready, listening to you sitting in the ground of his dressing room. “Who says ‘I know’ when someone is introducing themselves!” You threw your arms up in defeat.
“It definitely wasn’t your smoothest move, but look at the bright side. At least you haven’t had a crush on him since you were 17.”
“Shut up.” You mumbled, throwing an empty water bottle at him. You never should have admitted that to him.
“Ok! Stop throwing stuff.” He sat on the couch across from you. “Everyone I’ve talked to loved working with Rhodes, and he’s a good guy. I’m sure he won’t hold it against you.” He promised.
“I don’t believe you.” You said, pulling your hood up and pulling to closed.
“I know.” You could hear him moving around. “I’ll see you later squirt, iv got to get to the ring.” He rubbed your head as he walked by and out the door.
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“Are you sure your ok? Shawn is in town and could come pick you up.” You pulled your jacket on as you walked out of the building, talking to your dad in the phone.
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Can I request this “Spread your legs, I wanna reward you for being a good girl today.” for Yandere! Roman Reigns. It was on the smut prompt list.
Good Girl
Warnings: smut, oral(female receiving), Yandere themes. If that will upset you please don’t read.
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You followed behind Roman as he led you back to the house. Romans cousin, Jimmy, and his wife had invited the two of you over for dinner, and at almost midnight you were finally home. While keeping a hand wrapped around your wrist he pulled his key out and unlocked the door. He stepped aside to allow you to walk past his large frame and into the house.
“I'm gonna go grab a glass of water,” he mumbled.
“Ok.” You whispered, give him a small smile before going towards your room.
Once there you took your heels off, and started to take all of your makeup off. While whipping your face you caught a look at Romans in the mirror. You set it down and spun to face him in your seat. He had taken his suit jacket off as well as his tie. His shirt was also slightly unbuttoned.
“Come here Babygirl,” he motioned for you to walk to him. You stood up and quickly walked over. “Look at you.” He mumbled, letting a hand slide down to your hip, rubbing the silk covering your body. Before you could react, his free hand went to the small of your back and pulled you into a deep kiss. Out of instinct you kissed back, letting Roman into your mouth as soon as you felt his tongue on your lips.
While this was going on he reached up and pulled the zipper of your dress down, letting the cloth fall off of your body. You let out a surprised squeal, but Roman just pulled away and picked you up. He carried you over to the bed and laid you down while hovering over you.
“Spread your legs, I wanna reward you for being a good girl today.” He started to kiss down your body, pushing your legs apart as he moved down. You watched as he pulled your underwear off, and lightly licked over your lower lips.
You let out a small moan, which Roman took as an invitation to dive in. His tongue worked over your clit while his fingers began to enter you.
“R-Roman..” you whined, as he stretched you on his fingers.
“Aww, is my babygirl struggling to take my fingers? I know you can take more than that.” He teased, adding a third finger. Your breathing was speeding up as his tongue continued to work your clit.
“S-shit…” one of your hands gripped the sheet underneath you while your other grabbed Roman's hair. “I- im gonna…” your words were getting stuck in your throat and Roman didn’t seem to be slowing down at all. Only a few moments later your body seized up, and you came on Romans face.
After a moment Roman pulled away, leaving you limp on the bed with your eyes closed. When you finally opened them again Roman was leaning over you, completely naked.
“And now, I believe it’s my turn, Babygirl.”
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My #1 post of 2022
I’ll literally take anything with Cody. Whatever you feel comfortable writing, I’m down. I’m thirsty and he did this last night soooo
An: Cody is the daddy we need🤤
I’m mixing this with this request from @thekayarlene
Can you do daddy! Cody Rhodes and the reader has been a bad girl
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Summary: During Cody’s match with Seth you do your best to distract your ex so he can win. Cody thinks there are better ways to distract someone.
Warnings: Super fucking smutty, read at your own risk. Includes daddy kink, power kink, and spanking
You didn’t think you would ever come back to wwe. Sure, you made your career there, made some amazing friends, and even met the first man you would ever really love(and who would be the first person to really break your heart).
You had started as apart of the divas and were apart of the shield. When Seth turned, not only did he leave his brothers, but had broke your heart. You had tried to continue, but found it to hard when you would see him, and Roman and Dean for that matter, backstage. So you asked for your release. After a few years you met Cody in ROH. You two hadn’t really known each other in wwe, but you quickly became friends.
And later lovers.
You traveled together, and you even followed him to AEW where you mended your relationship with Moxley. And when Cody did resign, neither did you. Soon you found yourself in a meeting with Vince, and a plan for you both to be at wrestlemania was created. You weren’t completely cleared to wrestle, so you would be Cody’s manage.
“Come on Cody!” You yelled, slapping the ring to try and encourage him. He was struggling, and by the looks of it Seth was going to win. In a moment of panic you jumped up on the edge.
“Seth!”
The red quickly came over to tell you to get down, but Seth waved him off as he walked over.
“Well, if it isn’t y/n/n! Been a bit since I’ve seen you!” He gave a cocky smile that you wanted to knock off his face. You made a little motion to make him come closer, which he did. Once in reach you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.
His eyes snapped shut, and he grabbed your hips. You could hear the crowd, but you also could see Cody behind Seth, his face red. You let go of him and jumped down as Cody grabbed him and spun him around, quickly using the cross Rhodes to get the pin.
You got in the ring and held Cody’s arm up, but he pulled you in for a kiss instead. It was deep, and rough, and once it was over he turned to look at Seth.
“You lost your chance. Don’t ever touch my girl again!” He yelled before you both got out of the ring.
Once backstage he didn’t stop to talk to anyone, and he practically dragged you outside to where your bus was parked. He yanked the door open and shoved you inside, making you almost trip.
“Cody, what-“
Before you could fully ask what was happening he had you pushed against the door and his lips were on yours. His hands slid under your shirt and massaged your breasts.
“The fuck was that? The hell were you thinking hu?” He snapped, his eyes staring into yours.
“I-I wanted to help you.” You whispered.
“And you though you would kiss someone else, your ex no less, on live tv?” When you failed to answer he grabbed your hair and pulled, making your head look up. “So now your quiet? I’m gonna show you why your mine. Strip.” He stood back to give you the room to undress, which you quickly did.
“Crawl to the bed.” He commanded. You got on your knees and crawled to the small area where your bed was and got up on it. You laid with your ass in the air, already knowing what he wanted.
“At least you did this right.” You heard. You felt a hand rub your ass lightly, making you shiver. “20 slaps, and you will thank me for every one. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes daddy.” You corrected.
He continued to rub your ass a bit before pulling back and landing a slap on your cheek. You let out a small cry, and quickly thanked him. “Thank you daddy.” Over and over he continued to do this,
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This took me slightly longer than I meant, sorry! I didn’t realize that the addon that adds pre-formatted text post replies doesn’t work anymore. As a result, I did this by hand, so please bear with me if there’s any inconsistencies or forgotten comments.
Post: I’ve finished the first rotation, prepared some...
@nigmos replied: your neighborhood looks really nice!!
Thank you! I can’t take credit for most of it, since I’m only responsible for the 5th gen, but I think it’s coming along really nicely :-)
@tamtam-go92 replied: Holy, 10 households, that's like a big commitment! Dx
It’s not too bad, I can get through a rotation within a few irl days. I hope to pare down the number of households for the sake of future players, though, since most people are busier than I.
@mikexx2 replied: I’m still not over Penelope having 8 kids because of an ROS prompt 😩
That’s what happened to the Ortiz family too...I think I’m content playing my gen sans-ROS for now 😳
Post: First things first, Idella leaves the main...
@elfpuddle replied: My ROS would apologize for the Ortiz home, but it’s a bitch.
Lol, no hard feelings. I think I’ll keep my distance from ROS for now, though. And triplets + quads, though I can’t say I’ve ever been tempted to install that one...
Post: Despite the romantic ambiance of Triumph Gas...
@grimbunnies replied: Like his grandmother before him, he has not chemistry with anyone and strikes out at the gas station XD
I guess it’s just as much of a family tradition as selling lemonade! Also, side note: I know Erinella typically keeps to herself, but I was shocked to discover that she’s got triple bolts with a townie that I was considering for Olivia...guess I’ll cross that one off the list.
Post: Things are pretty uneventful until our dazzling...
@grimbunnies replied: It helps that this family probably isn't hurting for money now that we're on the fifth generation.
Not in the slightest. Even after Idella left with a good 110k in her pockets, the family is still loaded.
Post: I saw that there is a new Good Genes Challenge and...
@mikexx2 replied: That blond would fit right into my townie pool!
I can upload her if you’d like!
@sushigal007 replied: How EA made Nina and Dina for TS4.
I don’t think the theory holds up: TS4 could never sculpt cheekbones this angular :-P
Post: Hunter has a mediocre date with townie Judy...
@lurking-lilibeth replied: She rocks that hair
@elfpuddle replied: She rocks all the hair I’ve seen her in! Love that sim!!
@charmandersims reblogged: Yes Judy - first sim I've seen to not look ridiculous with that hair 🤣
I was determined to use it on at least one townie. Judy rocks it, I agree!
Post: Now that we’ve finished with the main household...
@elfpuddle reblogged: I’m hoping for a much happier life for him. My ROS was cruel.
Me too. I don’t intend to micromanage, but I hope to be a good influence on him :-) I’d assign that role to Sienna, but, well, you know her. Those Kellers are cold-blooded.
@simgigglegirl replied: Keep the details please! Helps people like me that can't always stay on track how this round robin is doing.
Noted! I’ll probably do a poll once I finish posting round 1 in order to gauge the general opinion on my formatting choices. I should probably start tagging by household, for one.
Post: Ah, the Toyonaga/Winter household. Both Nicholas...
@elfpuddle reblogged: I gave them to you pregnant? Oh, goodness! This house suffered as much as Zach did in ROS. Again, I'd apologize, but it isn't my fault; dice hate me, and ROS is just a computer dice roll.
Yep, the pregnancy definitely wasn’t my doing. No need to apologize- though ROS wrought chaos on the neighborhood, the different situations it left everyone in helps to keep things interesting.
Post: I’m feeling like a pretty incompetent player at...
@sterina-sims replied: I love this, lmao. This is the same energy my game has, utter chaos! Don't feel incompetent haha
Don’t worry, when I managed to recover every sim (even the pregnant one!) from deep red needs post-fire, I changed my mind about my competence. Now I’m the #1 world’s best sims player. Do they make trophies for that? (In all seriousness, utter chaos is my preferred playstyle too. I always chicken out when I think sims are going to die, though)
Post: …the birth of Suzette Toyonaga! I intended to...
@elfpuddle reblogged: Just like Ash Huckleberry! I'm suddenly very jealous that I had no sims born during house disasters!
I can’t believe I didn’t draw that parallel! What’s next, a baby born during a burglary? An alien abduction?
Post: Not long after, Camylla and Camyron age up to...
@elfpuddle reblogged: (I have a spreadsheet with all the traits in it, if you’d like…)
Thank you! I would, that’d be very helpful. I made space for traits in my own, but of course I forgot to do the whole “filling it out” part :-/
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Next Ones on You Blurb- Maxwell Lord
A/N: This is the first blurb continuing the relationship between my Maxwell Lord and his love. The series is published on my masterlist and I linked the first chapter below if you wanted to read it. There are no spoilers for the movie since I wrote this series before it came out and its an AU.
Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking.
Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F! Reader
Warnings: Pregnancy, pregnant reader, ultrasound, doctors appointment, super fluffy.
Next One’s On You Chapter 1 - Triple Espresso
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Coconut Water
You sit in the office of the OBGYN nervously looking around the room. Taking another sip of the coconut water, the only thing you’re able to keep down lately. The last time you had been at this type of doctor’s office, it did not end well. Between the ultrasound tech selling your sonogram photos to your monster in law and then crashing your wedding from hell. Let’s just say you felt a bit wary now.
You rub your slightly swollen belly and look at the other couples in the room. A mixture of reactions, some excited, others annoyed. But all other women are here with someone except you. You look at the clock on the wall and sigh; he’s late. Maxwell Lord, the fourth, your husband, father to your baby, is late for your first appointment together.
“Mrs. Lord?” the nurse calls, and you stand, grabbing your purse and walking towards the door. Suddenly the outside door slams open, and Maxwell comes running inside panting. His blonde hair is a mess like he’s run his hand in it a hundred times, his tie loose, jacket unbuttoned, and sweating.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” he crashes into you and hugs you, “I didn’t mean to, but the traffic was a nightmare, and we were just sitting there, so I got out and ran.”
“You ran?! Maxwell, I’ve never seen you run a day in your life!” He pants and bends over, trying to catch his breath.
“Yeah,” he stands and holds you close, “but I am never missing another day in yours or our baby’s life again. Let’s go,” he places a hand on your lower back and gestures to the nurse to go. You can’t help the small smile on your face and reach around for his hand and intertwine your pinkies like that first night in the limo.
He smiles, and you go back to the ultrasound room first to see the baby’s progress. You lay back on the bed and lift up your shirt, the tech coming in and spreading the cold gel on your tummy. Grabbing the wand, they move it over your belly, and the sounds of your baby’s heartbeat surround you, the thrumming of the heart loud in the small space. You hear sniffling and turn to see Maxwell wiping at his eyes as the tech focuses on the tiny human inside of you.
“That’s the head,” they point, and you feel Maxwell’s hand engulf both of yours. His lips kissing your knuckles and just leaning his head against your hands. His tears rain down upon your encased hands.
“That’s our baby,” he murmurs, and you beam at him, pulling him closer to kiss him.
“Would you like to find out the gender?” the tech asks, and you look at Maxwell, who nods enthusiastically. She moves the wand a few more inches and keeps looking at the monitor. The black and white image of your child moves across the screen. “Ah, there they are, it’s a… girl!”
“A girl?” you smile through your own tears.
“Our little princess, she will not want for anything,” he smiles at you, and you kiss him again, your tears swirling together as you watch your daughter move in and out of the frame.
“I’ll print some pictures for you. Would you like any extra?”
“Yes, as many as you can give me. I want to put them on my desk at the office. I will pay whatever the extra cost may be,” Maxwell is ecstatic as the tech nods and leaves the room to get the pictures.
“Are you happy?” He asks you, smiling, “Because I honestly don’t think I could be any happier.”
“I am happy; I love you so much, Maxwell,” you grab the cloth the tech left and move to wipe your stomach. He takes it from you, wiping the gel off your belly and tossing it before placing a gentle kiss on your tummy and pulling down your shirt.
“Daddy loves you, Princess,” he whispers to your belly, and your heart melts. “I love your mommy too, and for as long as she will love me, I will be there for both of you.”
You run your fingers through his blonde locks as he kisses your stomach again and helps you up. He hands you your purse and drink, opening it for you to take a sip. “Keep drinking baby, I don’t want you to get dehydrated.”
“Oh, but Maxwell, I really want a latte,” he bursts out laughing, holding you close.
“Give it about four more months, my love, and I will buy you your own coffee shop.”
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Beloved.
A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*
Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.
Current Word Count: 3,040 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾♀️)
Song And Story Inspiration: On My Mind/Burn/Love Me Like You Do-Ellie Goulding | | | | | |
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This series may contain spoilers. If you wish not to see spoilers, please do not read any further.
(Also this series is a slight deviation of the original story. In the original story, the werewolf hunter is a woman. But in this series the hunter is a man.)
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Chapter 8.) Love Me Like You Do.
You're the light, you're the night.
You're the color of my blood.
You're the cure, you're the pain.
You're the only thing I wanna touch.
Never knew that it could mean so much, so much.
You're the fear, I don't care.
'Cause I've never been so high.
Follow me through the dark.
Let me take you past our satellites.
You can see the world you brought to life, to life.
It had been a week since her first dream about Trent.
And Naia was sleeping in Roman’s arms, dreaming about Trent again. They were running through the woods together with reckless abandon. They were wolves. Bounding through the woods on all fours. And when Naia reached the edge of the woods she looked back to see if he was still behind her, but she saw nothing but darkness. She didn’t know where he was. She frantically looked around for him but he was gone. When she called out to him he never responded.
That’s when she woke up gasping for air and in a cold sweat. Something that hadn’t happened since coming to Hunt’s Peak. She had just sat up and was getting her head out of the fog it was in, when she felt Roman’s hand on her shoulder.
“Are you alright Beloved?” He asks.
“Huh? Yeah. I-I’m okay.” She replied trying to downplay how and what she was feeling.
“Your heart is racing. Are you sure that you’re okay?” He asked.
“Yes. It was just a nightmare. I promise I’ll be fine.” She replies.
Roman knew something was wrong but he decided not to press the issue.
“You should rest Beloved.”
“I will. No need to worry.”
She grabbed Gino from off the floor and snuggled him close as Roman’s arms wrapped around her.
“Not so tight!”
Roman raised his head.
“You’ll squish Gino.”
He groaned.
“I do not understand why you are so attached to that thing.”
“Well if you didn’t want me to have him…you shouldn’t have given him to me.”
She snickered as he rolled his eyes. She settled in his arms and was soon fast asleep.
So love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do.
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do.
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do.
What are you waiting for?
The next morning Naia was with Layla helping her with laundry for the Pack.
“Thank you so much for the help. It would’ve taken me hours to get all this done.” Layla told her.
“No problem. I’m surprised that the Pack believes in washing machines.”
“You do NOT want to know how hard it was or how long it took me to convince them.”
The two shared a laugh as they folded blankets. When Naia reached for one another blanket, Layla cautioned her.
“You might want to be careful with that one.”
“Why?” Naia asks.
“Because that one is Roman’s.” Layla replies.
“Ohhhhhh.”
“Yeah. He rarely lets me wash it.”
“Why? It’s just a blanket.”
“It was his mother’s. It never leaves the den unless he allows it.”
“He told me about her. Sounds like he really loved her.”
“Yeah he did and still does. Roman is the quintessential mama’s boy.”
Naia laughed.
“Just don’t tell him I said that.”
“Don’t worry. My lips are sealed.”
“Good. Because he’d be pretty pissed at me if he knew I said that about him.”
“Even if it’s true?” Naia asked.
“Especially because it’s true!” Layla replies.
The two shared another laugh.
“Tell me about his mother. All I know is that her name is Delia.”
Layla went quiet as she considered how to answer.
“Ms. Delia was a joy to be around. She was fair and stern and always loving. Even after she married and mated with Roman’s father, she continued on to be a school teacher. She cared for the Pack. Maybe even more than Xander ever did. She was as protective as she was funny. She’s one of the reasons why I’m loyal to them as well.”
“Did she welcome you?” Naia asks.
“Oh yeah. She welcomed anyone to the Pack. Even though some Pack members thought it was a mistake.” Layla replies.
“Why would they think that welcoming others is a mistake?” She asks.
“Because the Pack is an old guard. And many believe in its old and kinda outdated ways. Many of the werewolves, especially some of the elders only look at humans like us as a means to an end. But to some like Callum and Roman, humans are and always will be welcomed and loved. Just like Ms. Delia taught them.” Layla replies.
“How was she with Roman?” Naia asks.
“She loved Roman and his siblings. But, many whispered that she always favored him because he’s the oldest and her firstborn. She always knew how to tame her son. And when she died, it nearly killed him. He was closed off for a while. And as of late, he’s just been so absorbed in his role as Alpha.” Layla replied.
“I wish I had the chance to meet her.”
“She would’ve loved you.”
“You think so?” Naia asks.
“Yup. She was always a sweet woman. Even though she lived amongst the Pack.” Layla replies.
“What was his father like?” She asked.
“When you think of Xander, think of an older, stuffier and scarier version of Roman.” Layla replies.
“Yikes! Yikes! And triple yikes!”
“Yeah…compared to his father and especially how he ran the Pack, Roman is an angel.”
“Sheesh! I’m kinda sorry I asked. “
Once they were finished with the laundry, they stopped by the furniture store to pick up a few things for the den. Then went to the local boutique for themselves.
“I love this boutique so much. I just wish I could fit in the clothes.” Layla said in a wistful tone.
“I’m sure they’ve got something in here for you.”
“You see this?” Layla asks, pointing to her very pregnant belly. “Ain’t nothing in here fitting all of this.”
Naia rolled her eyes and chuckled.
“Buuuuuuut that doesn’t mean that we can’t find something for you.”
“You just want to live vicariously through me, don’t you?” Naia asked.
“Maaaaaaaybe.” Layla replied innocently.
“Uh huh…”
After picking out a few outfits that she really liked, Naia turned her attention to the lingerie in the boutique. Using Layla’s critical eye, she narrowed her choices down to two colors red and purple.
“Well you can’t go wrong with red. It’s a classic color for a reason. But then again I really like the purple one.”
Naia tried on both and showed Layla.
“Well damn Miss America! Who knew you could twirl like that?” She teased.
Naia rolled her eyes good naturedly.
“So…which one should I get?” Naia asked her.
“Split the difference and get both. Especially if you want to make Roman drool.” Layla replied.
“Oh no honey! Never buy lingerie for a man. Always do it for yourself. But you are right I think I’m gonna get both.”
“Of course I’m right! Now go pay for them so we can go get some food. We’re starving!”
After paying for her new clothes and getting food, Naia and Layla were back at the den rearranging and organizing the kitchen. With the Pack out on a hunt, Naia took the initiative to freshen the room she was given. She figured she’d deal with Roman and his opinion later. She had just finished redecorating the bedroom when he walked in.
“What did you do?” He asks.
“Made this more of a bedroom and less of a cold, sterile cave with a bed in it.” She replies.
He gives her a lopsided look.
“What? Gino likes it.”
“Gino can’t speak.”
“He still likes it.”
“Gino is a toy.”
“Well I say he likes it!” She huffed.
He shakes his head and smirks at her. She could feel his victory through their bond.
“How was the hunt?” She asked after clearing her throat.
“It was highly successful. How was your day in town?” He asks.
“Good. We got the laundry done and did a little shopping. Well I shopped, Layla watched.” She replies.
“What did you buy?” He asks.
“A little gift for myself.” She replies.
He raises an expectant eyebrow.
“If you must know, I bought lingerie.”
“Hmmmm I see.”
She watched Roman as he took a look at what she had done around the room. When his eyes fell on his mother’s blanket laying on the bed, his gaze softened. He sat down and held the blanket in his hands. She sat down next to him.
“Layla told me that it was your mother’s.”
“It was. She made it herself.”
“She was a quilter?” She asks.
“Yes. She was also a school teacher.” He replies.
“Layla told me that.”
“What else did Layla tell you?” He asks.
“That you really loved her and that you miss her.” She replies.
“She’s right. Mother was an angel. There isn’t a day where I don’t miss her.”
“I’m sure she’s proud of you Roman. Wherever she is.”
He smiled softly at her.
“Gino was right. What you’ve done is…nice.”
She chuckled softly before laying her head on his shoulder.
“If you don’t like it, I can always change it.”
“No. I want this to be as much of a home for you as possible. And if changing things around and adding things does that for you, I won’t protest.”
Fading in, fading out.
On the edge of paradise.
Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I've got to find.
Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire.
Yeah, I'll let you set the pace.
'Cause I'm not thinking straight.
My head's spinning around I can't see clear no more.
What are you waiting for?
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do)
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
She felt their bond swell as they sat together. She secretly loved seeing him be vulnerable with her. After a few moments, he put the blanket down.
“Will you come with me?” He asks her. “There’s something I want to show you.”
“Sure. Where are we going?” She replies.
“You’ll see.”
He led her along the north side of the woods towards a field.
“I don’t see anything.”
“Just watch Beloved.”
Beside her Roman had transformed into his wolf form. After hearing him let out a commanding and slightly startling howl, she watched as a pack of actual wolves came through the tall grass. She counted at least 7 adult wolves as Roman changed back into his human form.
As they approached she hid behind Roman.
“Yipe!”
“They won’t harm you Beloved.”
“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not take the chance of finding out.”
She watched him as he knelt down to greet the Alpha of the pack. The wolves greeted him like they were greeting an old friend. Roman nodded to the alpha to meet Naia.
“I promise you, you’re safe Beloved. Come meet Kuvo.”
Naia knelt beside him and held out her palm for Kuvo to sniff. After sniffing her palm, Kuvo walked around sniffing the rest of her before headbutting her shoulder affectionately.
“Hi Kuvo.” She said as he nuzzled her. Kuvo looked to his pack then the adults took off. Leaving the pups behind.
“Where are they going?” She asks.
“To hunt.” He replies.
“So we’re babysitting?”
“Yes. I thought you’d like to see what Gino would look like if he was real.”
“Look at you. Jealous of a toy.”
He rolled his eyes as they walked to where the pups were playing. As they got closer the pups ran to Roman, nearly tackling him when he sat down.
“You’re covered in pups. You know that right?” She said as she snickered. She sat down close to him and one of the smaller pups ran up to her.
“Hi there little one! You are absolutely adorable.” She said as she nuzzled the pup in her arms. She rubbed behind the pup’s ears as she watched the other pups climb all over Roman.
“You look natural Beloved.”
She blushed.
“Thank you.”
He nodded to the pups and they went from climbing all over him to swarming Naia.
He watched as she giggled and pups yipped.
“Oh my God! I should’ve been born an octopus because I clearly don’t have enough arms!” She said as she giggled and tried to pet and pick up as many pups as she could. When she finally got up and tried to walk away, the pups followed behind her.
“I feel like a mother!” She giggled.
“You look like one.”
Just then an adult wolf came out of the field. The pups ran straight to the wolf and led the wolf to them.
“Who’s that?” She asks.
“That’s their mother, Oma.” He replied.
He knelt in front of her then allowed her to nuzzle and lick him. When Oma turned to Naia, she was holding one of the pups. Oma cautiously walked towards Naia, who had her hand stretched out to her. Oma sniffed her hand then licked her palm. While the pup ran off to play with its siblings, Oma laid down next to Naia with her head in her lap.
“Hello Oma. Your pups are the cutest little things.” She said to Oma as they watched the pups play. She rubbed behind Oma’s ears Roman sat down on the other side of Oma.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Why did you bring me here?” She asks.
“Because I wanted you to see why I protect these lands. These wolves are some of the most endangered in the country. And not just from SEP but poachers as well. It is my duty to protect them. And it’s getting increasingly difficult to do so.” He replies.
“Why is that?” She asks.
“Because if SEP gets their hands on this land, they’ll tear it all down to build mines. Which will drive Kuvo and his pack further away from here and right into the hands of poachers.” He replies. His tone hid a calm fury.
“They’d turn all of this into mines? What kind of mines?” She asks.
“Coal.” He replies.
Naia shuddered at his words.
“I hope you see why I must fight against these evils. I am Alpha. It is my job to protect and defend.”
“I do understand why you fight so hard.”
“I hope you will be at my side as I fight for this land.”
“As your mate you mean.”
Roman smirked.
“Yes. I would love for you to be my mate. But only if you want to be.”
Naia snuggled Oma as she considered his words. In the distance a howl was heard and returned by Oma and the pups.
“What’s going on?” She asks.
“It’s Kuvo. The hunt is over and was a success.” He replies as he looks out to the distance. Oma rises and goes with the pups to meet Kuvo and the other wolves. They watched as the wolves shared the kill.
“That’s a huge deer!” She exclaimed.
“Indeed. This is what it means to be an alpha. Kuvo excels at his duty as alpha.”
“So do you. Don’t ever forget that.”
Roman smiled softly at her. He noticed that she was shivering.
“Are you cold?” He asks.
“Just a little bit.” She whispered.
She felt his arms wrap around her. He was trying to use his body heat to keep her warm.
“Thank you Roman. I feel better.”
“Good. Now come. It’s getting late and you should rest.”
“But I’m not—“ she said before letting out a giant yawn.
“You were saying?” He teased.
She huffed then smirked.
“I do miss Gino. He’s probably lonely without me.”
“Yes…I’m sure that a toy is very lonely.”
She snickered as they began to walk back to the den. As she crawled into bed, she saw Roman getting ready to leave.
“You’re leaving?” She asked.
“Yes. Do not worry I will be back.” He told her.
She felt her heart start to ache. She didn’t want to be away from him.
“Don’t go.”
“I must Beloved.”
“Stay with me.”
He sat across from her as she clung to Gino.
“Beloved…”
“Roman please…”
He could feel her yearning for him. To soothe her ache, he kissed her. She needed him. She was desperate for him. Her body wanted him. As the kiss deepened, she pulled him on top of her. Their limbs tangled with each other as the kiss intensified.
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do)
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (yeah)
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
I'll let you set the pace.
'Cause I'm not thinking straight.
My head's spinning around I can't see clear no more.
What are you waiting for?
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do).
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (yeah).
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do.
What are you waiting for?
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do).
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (oh).
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
Roman had to force himself to stop kissing her.
“As much as I hate to stop, I must.”
“Okay…” she pouted.
“Get some rest Beloved. I will see you when you wake up.”
With a kiss to her forehead, Roman left and Naia was soon fast asleep.
She was soon dreaming again. She was dreaming about Trent again. She was dreaming about being in his arms. And being with him. She felt her heart tell her that Trent is her mate, the same way Roman is her mate. And when she woke up, she needed to know why. So she made it her mission to figure out what was going on with her heart.
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Choose Your Fighter: Edward Brittain.
Hello Everyone. first of all, I just want to apologize if there are any grammatical errors in this. I tried to edit this as best I could but may have missed some things. Secondly, I want to note that even though the real man was gay, for the sake of this fic, he is not.
I really hope that you enjoy this and if you did, please let me know by commenting down below and by reblogging this.
Word Count: 1392.
Warnings: Pregnancy, Death, War, Angst and Unprotected sex (Hence the pregnancy)
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With her hand on her small bump, Charlotte knew that it was time she told Edward that she was having a baby, his baby. The woman walked over to her desk and pulled out her stationery. She put her pen to the piece of paper she picked out and thought about what she should say.
My Dearest, May 30th 1918
I will admit that I do not know how to start this letter. Please keep in mind that this is not a bad letter, but, it is a letter I never thought I would have to write. I always envisioned admitting this in a more personal manner but I guess this will have to do for now.
The last time we were together, I was the happiest I had ever been. Seeing your bright smile and kind eyes made my heart flutter. I know it may sound a little vulgar to say so, but it's true. You make life so much better and for that, I thank you. The night we spent together has etched itself in my memory and I will cherish it dearly. I will never forget how you held me in your arms and how safe I felt in that moment. You assured me that I was your world and that when everything was over, we would marry. The thought of waking up next to you brings me endless joy. However, this leads me to say that you, my dear Edward, are going to be a father.
I know that it may come as a shock and if it does, I do apologise. I wanted you to know. In fact, I needed you to know. This baby is the biggest blessing in my life and I feel incredibly proud to be the one to carry your son or daughter.
I promise that I will keep them safe, to love them as I love you and I promise to tell them about you. After all, it is because of you that they are growing within me.
I hope you are keeping safe my love. I hope to hear back from you with your reaction, whether good or bad.
I love you with all of my heart.
Your Charlotte.
Charlotte read the letter over and when she was satisfied with it, she tucked it into the envelope and added the address on the front. She placed it next to her bed and promised herself that she would post it tomorrow, with the hope that Edward's reaction was a good one.
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"Brittain." A man called as he passed out the mail. Edward smiled when he saw Charlotte's handwriting. He always thought the cursive letters she wrote out were the most beautiful. He could see the concentration on her face as she though of what to say. He could picture her shaking her head as she put her pen to paper. Charlotte had a knack for writing, but for a reason unknown to him, she thought everything she wrote was not good enough or that it should never see the light of day.
"Special someone?" A boy around Edward's age asked.
"Yes. What about you?" Edward asked. Henry smiled shyly and nodded.
"My mum actually." He replied and Edward returned Henry's smile. Both of them opened their letters. The more that Edward read his letter, the more his smile fell. What did she mean pregnant? She had to be joking with him.
Once he had finished his letter, he ran his hands over his face. He couldn't believe it. They were going to have a baby. Slowly the smile grew on his face as he imagined Charlotte and himself chasing after their children. The thought of it confirming his love for her and for his child. He had to write her back immediately.
My Darling Lottie, June 5th 1918
Thank you for your letter. I will admit that it was indeed a shock to learn of the baby but I can assure you that this does not lessen my love for you. In fact, it more than triples it. You are the most amazing woman and so strong. I do not doubt for a moment that you won't care for the baby.
The thought of having someone call me father is quite thrilling really. I can not wait to hold you in my arms again. I can not wait to meet our baby and I can not wait to call you my wife, getting to wake up next to you. I really love you my dearest.
Everything here has been chaotic and although we are safe for now, I can not shake the feeling of change. I am not sure yet if it is good change or if it is bad. I hope that it is a good change.
Our future together is the only thing keeping me sane.
I love you with all of my heart.
Your Edward.
P.S: please tell our baby how much I love them already.
He tucked the letter in his pocket for safe keeping and when he was told a few days later, that they would be going back out, he made sure to post the letter in the hopes that his beloved would receive it.
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The afternoon of June 17th, Charlotte was reading Edward's letter again in the sitting room. His words gave her comfort that they were safe. The baby happily moved around in her womb and Charlotte smiled. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, her smile fell. No one ever knocked on her door as she didn't have many friends. Charlotte refused to move from her spot for fear that it would be someone telling her that Edward wasn't coming home.
The knocking became more insistent and that's when she found the courage to answer it. She reluctantly opened it and when her eyes landed on the delivery boy, her heart plummeted to her stomach and however strange it sounded, her stomach felt as though it had plummeted to her bottom. She was numb as she took the letter from the boy, further stating what had happened. As soon as the door was shut, Charlotte fell against the door and slid down as the sobs wracked her body. The father of her child was gone and she didn't know how she was going to cope. Their future was now out of reach. Her dream of waking up next him was gone and so were her chances of seeing his bright smile and kind eyes.
Life would never be the same again.
*A FEW MONTHS LATER*
Charlotte laid in her bed breathless and panting as she held her newborn son in her arms. The little boy looked almost identical to his father. It gave Charlotte comfort in knowing that she had a piece of Edward with her and just as she promised the man she had lost not too long ago, Charlotte vowed to protect the baby. To love the baby just as she did Edward. To tell their son how brave and amazing his father was.
"He's beautiful." Vera said as she sat beside the new mother.
"He looks just like him." Charlotte said as she kissed the baby's matted hair. Vera nodded and smiled.
"He really does. I think Edward would be very proud of you and everything you have had to deal with. You've done really well." The older Brittain spoke.
"Thank you Vera. You have no idea how much that means to me." Charlotte spoke before she yawned. Vera allowing the mother a nap as she held her nephew in her arms. The little boy opened his eyes and looked into his aunt's eyes.
"Definitely your father's son." Vera whispered as she looked up at Edward's photo on the wall. "You'd be proud of her. So very, very proud." Vera said as she sat down in the rocking chair.
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Charlotte woke up a little while later and smiled.
"Is everything ok?" Vera asked and Charlotte nodded.
"I can feel his presence." Charlotte chuckled.
"I can too." The other woman admitted.
"Do you think he would mind if I named our son after him?" Charlotte asked and Vera's eyes grew watery.
"I think he would love that. In fact, I can see him smiling at the thought." She replied as she passed the baby to his mother.
"Hello my sweet boy. My little Edward." Charlotte said as she smiled down at her baby. Edward's legacy now living on for generations to come.
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With A Heavy Heart - Chapter 8 (A Kylo RenxCora fic)
The long awaited sequel to A Call to the Light. Cora and Ben’s relationship is non existent after Ben murdered his father but with Cora being pregnant, Bens trying his hardest to make things work. It’s not as easy as he would have liked.
I’m so sorry this took me forever to write, but with how bad TLJ was it really put me off writing this for a while. Needless to say theres gonna be some big differences in this fic. Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)
Warnings: MAJOR TRIGGER/SPOILER WARNING - MISCARRIAGE (don't read if easily triggered), Blood, Gore, Major feels, Major angst, Greif
Chapter 8
Cora’s P.O.V
I was almost seven months pregnant now and I was due for another check-up today to make sure everything was going okay. Ben had made sure to assign the best doctors for these check-ups. My check-up was in a few hours, so I had time to kill. She didn’t seem as lively today, there was still movement from her just not as much as normal. But that shouldn’t be anything to worry about. I rubbed over my belly as if to comfort her. I’d taken to wearing long skirts now as they were more comfortable than pregnancy pants. Most things these days seemed uncomfortable, but I had another month of so of discomfort. Ben and I just wanted her here now, we were fed up with the waiting. It seemed like we were mostly back on track now, we could finally be a mostly happy family.
A dull pain spread through my lower back and I sighed. Here comes the back pain again. I shifted my weight a little to try and ease it. But it seemed no matter what I did the pain wouldn’t shift. I sighed, standing up and stretching my back a little. As I did that pain shot through my belly. I gasped, clutching my stomach. This wasn’t a normal pain. I breathed deeply, in through the nose and out through the mouth as I got myself together. Do not panic, it could be nothing. But I needed to have my check up now. I exited our room with difficulty, the pain was not making it easy for me to move. It seemed with every passing second that the pain was growing in intensity. I doubled over, whimpering. I just needed to get to the med bay, it wasn’t too far. I could make it. There was a sudden intense damp feeling between my legs. My water couldn’t have broken…unless I was going into early labour.
I reluctantly felt between my legs, my hands coming away bloody. I let out a frightened sob. I pressed one hand to my stomach and leant against the wall for further support. My legs were starting to feel weak and I didn’t know how I was going to carry on. I was too scared, blood wasn’t a good sign, not that much blood anyway. I knew what was happening but I didn’t want to accept it. It just had to be a horrible nightmare and any moment I was going to wake up. The pain increased again, so intense that my legs could no longer support me. I fell on my side. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I was struggling to breathe from the pain. I'd never felt pain like this before and it felt like it would never end. It was all I could feel, all I could think about and focus on. It was completely consuming.
I couldn’t even call for help, couldn’t cry or scream. I could only lay there, hoping it would end soon. Using the force hadn’t even crossed my mind till now and that would take energy that I didn’t have. I tried focusing on my breathing before propping myself up on my hands and knees. I could feel the blood running down my legs but I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. I forced myself forward, crawling down the corridor and to the elevator. Why was there no storm troopers or officers around, why was it so quiet? If someone would just walk by they could get me help. I barely made it a few feet before collapsing again. This time I screamed, wailed and cried so that perhaps someone would hear me. Please let somebody hear me, I couldn’t take much more of this pain.
Finally I heard footsteps but the relief was short lived as another wave of pain hit me. I cried out again, getting the attention of none other General Hux and two fearful looking officers. I looked up at him, pleading for help.
“P-please,” was all I could manage.
Hux sprang into action, helping me sit upright against the wall. He held my hand and barked orders at the officers. They ran to get more help. I finally noticed just how much blood I had already lost. There was a long trail of blood on the floor, ending where I was sat down now. I never thought I would ever ask or accept help from Hux but here we were. He probably never thought he’d ever give me help like this. In that moment we put our differences aside, what side we were on didn’t matter.
“Breathe deeply, I’ll get you to the infirmary as soon as I can,” he reassured.
I nodded, focusing on my breathing once more. Hux continued to try and reassure me, all whilst letting me squeeze his hand.
Soon the two officers came back with a stretcher but before they could even move me onto it, the pain doubled, tripled. It burned, suffocated, agonized every cell of my body. The scream I let out was banshee like, a sound I didn’t think I was capable of making. It wasn’t just the scream that scared me, it was the force that came with it. Both the officers, the stretcher and Hux were thrown back. I shot Hux an apologetic look as he got to his feet. I could see he was trying his best not to give me his signature glare. Carefully I was moved onto the stretcher and carried through the ship. Hux followed, making sure I was still coherent. My vision started to go black around the edges, my body was finally succumbing to the pain, it couldn’t take anymore. Hux continued to try and keep me talking, keep me awake but it just seemed easier to sleep now.
I heard someone in the distance, calling my name. They sounded panicked, their footsteps getting louder. Ben came into view, his hand slipping in mine. I focused on him, squeezing his hand in response instead of trying to speak. He was asking too many questions at once, obviously worried about the baby and I. I couldn’t answer them, I couldn’t say anything or do anything to ease his concern. He turned to Hux bombarding him with questions, Hux refrained from being annoyed and answered the best he could. We reached the infirmary and I was soon surrounded by doctors, nurses and droids. I was struggling to keep my eyes open, struggling to remain coherent.
“I’m not leaving her,” Kylo snapped at a nurse.
“We have to operate on her, and we can’t have you here where you could potentially get in the way,” the nurse calmly explained.
I could tell he was determined to stay with me even if he knew he'd get in the way. I wanted to tell him to stop fussing, to let the doctors do what they needed to do but I was too weak to talk. Eventually they convinced him to wait outside, before preparing my body for surgery. I felt the dull sharpness of a needle in my arm but with the pain I was already in, the needle was nothing. There was a mask placed over my nose and mouth, feeding me oxygen as I slowly began to drift off again. This time I let myself give into it.
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I slowly came too, my vision gradually coming into focus. The next of my sense to come back was touch. I could feel a few needles in my arms, probably drip feeding me vitals. I felt numb, weak…empty. I must have made an audible sound as Ben came into my line of sight, standing up at my side. He gently took my hand in his larger one as if afraid the slightest touch would break me. I was quickly growing more coherent. I studied his face for a few moments, his relief had quickly been replaced with a look I knew all too well. He was afraid to tell me something, his lips pressed together in a thin line as he avoided my gaze. My other hand went to my stomach to comfort Kendra. My belly was no longer swollen, no longer firm with life inside.
She was gone. Our baby hadn't made it. Tears filled my eyes, quickly running down my cheeks. Ben carefully sat me up before pulling me into his arms. My cries turned into shrieks and wails, loud sobs that racked my whole body. Ben held me close, doing his best to keep his breath even as he fought back tears. I screamed and cried until my voice was hoarse, until I ran out of tears. Until I was just shivering and hiccupping. Ben and I stayed like this for a while, silently comforting each other the best we could. My heart felt broken, a horrible hollow feeling spreading from my chest to my stomach. The emotional pain I felt now was on par with the physical pain I had felt before. Only this pain seemed to have no end in sight.
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Hello, AoS fans!
We’re excited to announce July’s challenge: a true drabble challenge.
What is a true drabble, you ask?
100 words, not a word over, not a word under :)
Caveat: you may do a double drabble (exactly 200 words), a triple drabble (exactly 300 words).
Make sure to tag aosficnet so we see to reblog!
We’ve provided some prompts under the cut!
Angst:
1: “ Give me a chance. ”
2: “ Not you again.. ”
3: “ Leave me alone. ”
4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”
5: “ Why do you hate me? ”
6: “ I lost the baby. ”
7: “ I thought you loved me. ”
8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”
9:“ I can’t believe you! ”
10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ”
11: “ You’re a monster. ”
12: “ I hate you. ”
13: “ Don’t leave me… ”
14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”
15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”
16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”
17: “ Are you upset with me? ”
18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”
20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”
21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”
22: “ Dont call this number again. “
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”
24: “ You need to leave. ”
25: “ I’m sick. ”
26: “ I’m dying. ”
27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
28: “ I thought we were family!”
29: “ There was never an us. ”
30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”
31: “ I fucked up. ”
32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”
33:“ He’s dead because of you. ”
34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”
35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”
Love:
36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”
37: “ Dance with me! ”
38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”
39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”
40: “ Will you marry me? ”
41: “ I’m pregnant. ”
42: “ I need a hug. ”
43: “ You’re special to me. ”
44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”
45: “ Do you trust me? ”
46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”
47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”
48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”
49: “ Lets have a baby. ”
50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”
51: “ I want to take care of you. ”
52: “ Can we cuddle? ”
53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”
54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”
55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”
56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”
57: “ Is that my shirt? ”
58: “ How did we get here? ”
59: “ You own my heart. ”
60: “ You’d be a great dad. ”
61: “ You’d be a great mom. ”
62: “ I want to protect you. ”
63: “ Whats the matter? ”
64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”
66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”
67: “ Stop being so cute. ”
68: “ You’re making me blush! ”
69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”
70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”
71: “ You’re the best! ”
72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”
73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”
74: “ Of course I remembered! ”
75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”
76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”
77: “ Are you jealous? ”
78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”
79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”
80: “ Lets run away together. ”
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Seth Rollins Master List
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Marry Me? 🌹
Being in a mixed tag team match with Seth Rollins against Triple H & Stephanie McMahon 🌹
A Christmas To Remember 🌹
Cozy Christmas 🌹
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Winter Wonderland 🌹
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Nerf Gun Fight 🌹
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“He doesn’t love you like I love you.” 💔🌹
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Hypnotic 🥵
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Being The Fourth Member Of The Shield Would Involve
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Being A Member Of The Shield & Dating Finn Balor
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Only For A Moment Ch. 33
Master List: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Summary: For most of your life you’d been able to keep your abilities a secret, that is until Hydra got wind of you. After years of being in their clutches, you break out when The Avengers expose SHIELD/Hydra. Since then, you’ve been on the run. Things are going as well as you could hope when you see a familiar face… Could the Winter Soldier really be in Bucharest too?
Warnings: Feels, angst.
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And seriously, from the bottom of my cold heart, THANK YOU ALL FOR GOING ON THIS JOURNEY SO FAR WITH ME! OFAM is my first baby and I have learned a lot working through this story and I’m sure I’ll learn more as this winding road continues (I know where it’s ending but we aren’t there yet). I can’t say enough about all the amazing people who read this and tell me what they like and reblog, and just love on me in general. Y’ALL ARE THE BEST!
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Bucky’s mind has been in overload since the flashback so it’s nice to be on the bike, to lose himself in the feeling of the wind on his face and the sound of it. One thing keeps slipping into his thoughts though. Louder than the bike, sweeter than the wind sliding over his skin. The look on your face this morning.
He’d been terrified to give that key to you. Unsure what you may think of it or if you’d even want to share a space with him after… But the way your eyes filled, the way you smiled, how you cuddled into his chest like it was the only place you wanted to be. It was better than any reaction he imagined.
About an hour outside of the city he begins to feel a bit guilty. Lying to you wasn’t something he was fond of but he knew if he had explained what he was really doing you’d protest. Plus, it wasn’t entirely a lie. He did do day labor here and there and he intended to do some labor today.
He pulls off the main road onto a dirt track. The open fields to either side were both peaceful and unnerving. No cover here. If someone were to- No, he wasn’t going to go down that dark train of thought. He has a plan, he’s going to see it through.
A small outcrop of trees rise to the right and he veers down the barely visible driveway.
This was where he first hid out when he made it to Romania. Finding it felt a little like luck. No one had lived here for years but the old house was still sound. There wasn’t electricity or running water but he had done without those things in the past. Trees grew around most of the property providing plenty of cover. The best part was the solitude; there weren’t people around for miles. He needed that for the first couple of months, and would still retreat here when things in the city or in his head overwhelmed him.
Pulling the bike up to the side of the house he hops off, shifting the rucksack to his left shoulder. He avoids the trip wires and various traps as he makes his way to the back door. Setting the overstuffed bag down he unlocks the door and disables the trip wire it automatically set off, more than a little pleased he doesn’t have to replace the battery just yet.
In the old kitchen, he sets the bag on the table with a thud and begins unloading it. He pulls out some cured meats, crackers, protein bars, canned vegetables, dry pasta, and an unholy amount of coffee.
Nervously, he runs his hands through his hair. Maybe he should have brought some nicer things. Wine? Did you even like wine?
He laughs a little at himself, the sound somewhat startling in the quiet place. This wasn’t some romantic getaway. Romance… wasn’t even on the table. This was about sustenance and there was enough to keep you both comfortable for a couple of days, plus he’d bring more tomorrow.
There’s still some wood by the stove, and likely plenty in the barn out back. Bucky walks through the small one bedroom house pulling sheets off the ramshackle furniture, making sure no water got in anywhere, disarming the window trip wires to slide them open and let fresh air into the stuffy space. With the house sorted he heads out back for the real work.
The corral is a good size for what he needs and the bushes surrounding it are almost his height providing a bit of extra coverage. It is, however, sporting a miniature forest. He heads to the barn and gears up with some of the old tools and gloves.
Hours later he’s got the coral cleared of any overgrowth and debris. The area is tilled leaving the ground soft. Perfect for a sparring area. On one side he’s set up some makeshift targets with slats from the partially destroyed fence. He’d need to bring something to mark them with tomorrow.
Back in the barn, he heads into one of the two stalls slipping his finger into a knot in one of the floorboards. Half the floor lifts to reveal a large metal locker. He opens it just a crack to disarm the trip wires that would set off the bombs inside the box before opening it.
After finding this safe house getting armed was all he focused on. The small arsenal had been easy enough to come by, well, easy for someone like him. He triple checks the ammo and knives. Plenty of different kinds for you to practice with. Sighing he grabs a knife and sits back leaning against the wall of the stall. Absentmindedly he flips the blade in his right hand, skillfully spinning it and twirling it.
You were going to fight him every step of the way on this. If he was being honest with himself he’s not too thrilled about it either, the risk of hurting you is high. But he’d trained others in the past, as the soldier, and not injured them too badly. That he remembered… he remembered almost everything about being the soldier. It was almost the ultimate cruelty he thought. Leaving him with the monster, making him fight to find the man.
With a swoosh and a thud, the six-inch blade buries itself into the opposite wall. He stares at the quivering handle for a second.
“What the hell are you doing, Barnes?” He asks aloud. His left-hand drags across his face, smooth metal fingers scratching at the scruff of his beard.
Some other part of him, the part that isn’t quite Bucky but isn’t exactly the monster either, once again whispers that he shouldn’t try this, should let you go. He stares down at his metal palm curling it in. Hydra’s fist.
They took everything from you when you’d already suffered and fought enough in your short life. What right did he have to even think of touching you with hands that had shaped the century for them? Hands that helped make their destruction of your life, of your family, possible. None. He had no right.
He promises himself right then, after he knows you can defend yourself against anything, even him, he’ll go. It was the good thing to do. Not like it would even begin to wipe away the bad but… it was better than what he wanted. And what he wanted… he couldn’t have.
His eyes burn. Clearing his throat he pushes the emotion away. He plucks the knife from the wall and replaces it, rearming the locker and putting the floor hatch back. Back in the house he resets all the security trips and locks up.
The sunset is colorless to him on the ride back. His jaw so tense it hurts. The selfish boy in him doesn’t like this choice he’s made. No part of him likes that he won’t tell you this last piece of his plan. That’s ok though. It’s what’s best.
In the elevator, he thinks that maybe you just won’t be there. Just maybe you’d have come to your senses and flew the coop while he was gone. It would hurt worse than that fucking chair he knew but…
As the doors slide open he hears music spilling from the apartment. He tries to tamp down the smile on his face but can’t seem to manage it. Hating himself a little at how happy he is that you’re still here.
For a moment he stands outside the door just listening to you sing along to some song about a killer queen. It sounds ridiculous but he kind of likes it. Or maybe he just likes the joy he can hear in your voice.
He knocks loudly so he doesn’t startle you, “It’s me.” He opens the door and steps in.
Inside he’s hit not only with the level of the music but a smell that slams into his brain like a bullet. Apple pie. It literally knocks him off kilter. He leans against the wall, holding his face in his left hand, wrapping his right arm across his chest.
So many images flood his mind. His hands, but smaller, both flesh and bone, working the pie dough in the kitchen while his Ma sang some old Irish song. She was pregnant with… Mary maybe? He and Steve running to their place after a fight when they were still just kids. Ma cleaning their cuts and giving them each a slice before his Pa got back. His Ma giving him a pie wrapped in one of her good linen towels, tears in her bloodshot blue eyes… his eyes… to give to Steve’s Ma after his Pa passed. On and on and on.
He doesn’t even notice that the music has stopped. Can barely feel your gentle touch on his right forearm, the caress of your delicate fingers on the back of his metal hand. A hand that…Thank god his Ma never… He realizes he’s… crying.
“Bucky?” Your voice makes the images slow.
He swallows a sob as he moves his left hand. You’re hovering just a bit so your face is level with his own. Those gorgeous eyes, big with worry. Your bottom lip caught in your teeth as you try to suss out what may have happened. Tenderly you move some stray strands of hair from his face and wipe at the tears.
He takes both your hands in his own, “I’m ok, doll… sorry.”
You shake your head, “You don’t have to apologize.” Your tone is so sincere so… kind, “And you don’t have to be ok.”
A smile softly curls his lips, “I know. But,” he clears his throat, his emotions settling, “I really am.” His lips graze your palm, a part of him wincing, remembering his promise, his plan. That’s not right now though. Right now you’re here and he’s home.
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The Stroke of Midnight
Liam x Jennifer (MC)
Book- The Royal Romance. Word Count- 2326
This one-shot serves many purposes. For one, it is the fluff they deserve and an apology to them (and to you) for what I’ve put them through. I’m combining quite a few requests in this... from @kinda-iconic December challenge list, Day 10- Conflict, requested by @annekebbphotography, Day 13- Choice and Day 30 Midnight Kiss, both anonymous and also some dialogue prompts requested by @lodberg. Special shoutout to the Nonny that sent this title in! I wish I knew who you were so I could thank you properly! Tag list is at the end, if you would like to be added/moved/removed from any of the series I write for, you need only ask. My masterlist can be found in my bio because I don’t know if Tumblr is still being a butt. I hope you enjoy reading this floof fest as much as I enjoyed writing it and if you do, please like, comment or reblog. I appreciate every single note!
“Jen… Jen…” A voice whispered, breaking through Jennifer’s slumber. Unconsciously, she rolled onto her side and shifted closer to the middle of the bed, thinking Liam was finally climbing in beside her as she drifted back to sleep. “Jen… wake up, I have a question.” The voice continued, tapping her on the shoulder. That’s not Liam. Liam never called her Jen. She rolled back over toward the sound of the voice and slowly opened her eyes to see Maxwell sitting on the edge of the bed. He smiled down at her, half of his face illuminated by the light streaming from downstairs into the darkened bedroom. “Hi. Do you have a sewing kit?”
Jennifer blinked slowly, her sleep addled brain not fully processing Maxwell’s words. “What?”
“Do you have a sewing kit?” Maxwell repeated. “Liam said he thought you had one, but he doesn’t know where it is. I need a needle.”
“Check the front closet.” Jennifer yawned, drawing the blanket over her face as she closed her eyes and snuggled into the mattress. There was a vague feeling of being patted on the head and Maxwell’s faraway voice telling her to go back to sleep as she dozed off again.
Her eyes flew open, finally registering what Maxwell said and she reached for her phone, charging on the nightstand to check the time. Almost midnight… Liam had gone ‘out’ with his two best friends for a night of billiards and drinking in the game room, so what would Maxwell need a needle for? More importantly, why did they bring the party to the apartment when there was a toddler and a nine month old sleeping upstairs?
Getting out of bed, Jennifer slipped her white dressing gown on over the silk chemise she wore to bed, the fitted fabric already slightly snug from the tiny bump of her growing belly. She tied the gown shut and left the bedroom, stopping to peek in the kid’s rooms to make sure they hadn’t been woken up before heading downstairs. Half-way down she glanced over into the living room, just in time to see Maxwell bring a sewing needle to Liam’s earlobe. “Don’t even think about it!” She shouted, scurrying down the remaining steps to the two men on the couch as Maxwell let out a yelp and jumped back.
“Ooh… busted.” Drake goaded from where he stood at the kitchen island, refilling his glass of whiskey.
“Hello my angel.” Liam smiled adoringly up at her. “Look at her my friends. Didn’t I say she looked like a beautiful angel in her new dressing gown?”
“You might’ve mentioned it two or five times.” Drake grumbled, joining them in the living room and taking a seat in the grey club chair to Liam and Maxwell’s left. “Before you start yelling, I want it known that I had no part in this.”
“You said he wouldn’t dare…” Maxwell argued. “Which everyone knows means ‘I triple dog dare you to do it’.”
Drake raised an eyebrow at Maxwell, huffing out a chuckle. “No, it means if he’s smart he won’t do it.”
“That’s not what you…” Maxwell began.
“Enough!” Jennifer hissed. Pausing, she placed her hand on her hip and squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly before looking at them again. “Explain to me how three grown men came to the conclusion that driving a sewing needle through the King’s earlobe was a responsible thing to do! And in the middle of the night too! I swear to all that is holy, if any of you wake the kids up you are all dead men.”
“I just said I had no part in it. I can’t help it if they didn’t listen.” Drake took a sip of his whiskey, avoiding her gaze as he mumbled against the glass. “You’re the one who’s gonna wake up your kids…”
Raising her eyebrows, Jennifer leaned forward, pivoting her head slightly to bring her ear closer to Drake. “What was that?” Drake grumbled a response she couldn’t hear as Liam stood, stepping around the coffee table to reach out for her as he opened his mouth to speak. “And you.” She pointed at her husband, cutting off his words and putting a stop to his embrace. “You know damn well we have to leave for Valtoria in five hours to open the Candyland festival, which means I have to get up in three hours to get myself and the kids ready. It’s bad enough you come traipsing in here in the middle of the night, lights blazing with them sleeping upstairs, but then you have to wake up your pregnant wife for this nonsense.” Biting his lip, Liam tucked his chin to his chest, looking up at her through his lashes as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Piercing your ear of all things.” She continued. “What were you thinking? What would the press say when they saw you? What would you tell your children when they asked, Daddy why do you look like a pirate?”
“Well…” Liam grimaced. “I hadn’t planned on wearing a gold hoop.”
“Or a skull and crossbones!” Maxwell chimed in.
Lips pressed together, Jennifer narrowed her eyes at Liam’s horrible attempt to diminish the smile that was twitching on his lips as Drake and Maxwell barely contained their laughter. They might appreciate his joke, but she certainly didn’t. “You’re not funny.” She crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side. “Did you even sterilize the needle? Or were you hoping to add infection to the mix?”
“Man…” Maxwell muttered from the couch. “you’re cranky when you’re pregnant.”
Her muscles stiffened and she curled her fingers into fists, her manicured nails, longer than usual from the pre-natal vitamins she was taking digging into her palm. I’ll show you cranky, she thought as Liam quickly stepped forward, protectively placing his hand on her stomach while glaring at Maxwell. He didn’t think it was so funny now... “Watch yourself Lord Beaumont. That is my wife you are speaking to.” She placed her hand over his, thankful for the support and also for stopping her from ripping Maxwell’s face off.
Drake whistled, raising his eyebrows with his wide eyes watching Jennifer. “Bad choice of words Maxwell. Never, ever, bring up cranky and pregnant. Believe me, I learned that lesson the hard way. On that note…” Drake slapped his palms against his thighs and stood from his chair. “When Liam busts out the titles, it’s time to go. See you all in five hours.” He mocked, waving his hands before looking down at Maxwell and jerking his thumb towards the door. “Let’s go. It’s not safe for you here.”
Maxwell’s eyes darted from Drake to Jennifer and back again. “Good call Buddy. Also, I applaud the use of the jazz hands. It was an excellent choice.” Standing, Maxwell scrunched his nose at Jennifer sheepishly. “I don’t really think you’re cranky Jen. You’re a beautiful ray of sunshine and I’m sorry I almost maimed Liam… but he totally said I could do it!”
“Oh for the love…” Drake grumbled, pushing Maxwell across the room. He opened the door and Maxwell slipped out as Drake turned to the couple, bringing his hand to his forehead in a salute. “Have a good night you two.”
The door shut behind them and Liam stepped to stand in front of Jennifer, pouting adorably as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “Please don’t be mad at me My Love. Maxwell was rather enthusiastic, and my judgement was clouded by drink.”
Encased in his muscled frame, the heat from his body seeped into her skin, settling in her lower abdomen. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips as she looked up at him, willing herself not to lean forward to pull his pouted lower lip between her teeth. “And could…” She croaked, pausing to clear her throat. Damn him and his effect on her without even trying. She was supposed to be mad at him, not melting into a puddle of hormones and lust. “Could Maxwell convince you of anything just because you had a few drinks?”
“I think history proves that is not the case.” Liam chuckled. “To be honest, part of me wanted to see how far he would take it. I fully intended to stop him before he actually poked me.” He shrugged. “Worst case scenario I would have a hole in my ear for a few weeks.”
“Liam…” Jennifer chided with a furrowed brow as Liam pressed his fingers into her lower back, making her moan softly as he gently massaged her aching muscles. “How am I being the appropriate one here?”
“Because you My Queen, are a woman of grace and poise.” He leaned down, tilting his head to place a gentle kiss to her lips. “I want to show you something.” Taking her hand, he ignored her protests that they had a long day ahead of them as he led her up the stairs, across their bedroom and through the French doors that led to their balcony.
The moon was high in the sky, shining brightly and larger than usual, surrounded by countless stars glittering against the cloudless night. “Look at those stars…” Jennifer gaped.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Liam stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and she leaned against his chest, resting her head in the hollow of his neck as he began to sway back and forth. She heard the grandfather clock chime twelve downstairs as his lips brushed her ear, raising goosebumps across her skin. “I would pull every star from the sky for you if I could.”
Turning to face him, she ran her hands up his arms and across his shoulders, lacing her fingers together at the back of his neck as his hands settled on her waist. “I don’t need the stars Liam. I just need you.”
“You have me Jennifer. Always.” Liam smiled, resting his forehead against hers. “Close your eyes.” She complied, missing the warmth of his arms around her instead of the kiss she expected as he let her go. “Keep them closed.” He whispered. His touch ghosted around her neck, making her shiver as his fingers tickled the fine hairs at the base of her skull. Liam’s hands trailed down her arms and she opened her eyes, looking down to see an incredibly large blue oval sapphire, surrounded by diamonds and dangling from a platinum chain. “In the light, it’s the exact color of your eyes.”
“Liam…” She marveled, momentarily at a loss for words. “It’s breathtaking. This is too much… it must have cost a fortune.”
He tucked his fingers beneath her chin, lifting her face gently to kiss her softly. “Jennifer, you are the first thing on my mind, the last thought before sleep, and my truest love. You are my soulmate, my best friend, my fiercest protector and the mother of my children. You have given me more than I have ever dreamed of and there is nothing I could give you that would ever be ‘too much’.” Looking down, she reached up and held the massive stone in her palm, feeling it’s weight. “I believe the sapphire is just over forty carats and the diamonds total around ten. I hope it’s not too heavy.” Jennifer looked up at him in disbelief and a deep frown creased his brow. “Do you not like it My Love? We can pick something else out if you’d prefer.”
“Are you kidding?! I love it, it’s amazing.” Pouting, she placed her hand against his cheek. “It’s just… it’s still a few weeks ‘til Christmas and some of your gifts aren’t ready yet.”
“You don’t have to get me anything Jennifer, you being my wife is gift enough.” Liam laughed. “But I know you will regardless of what I say and I will adore anything you give me. I intended to wait until Christmas to give this to you, but I picked it up from the jeweler earlier today and I simply couldn’t resist giving it to you now. Don’t worry, there will still be gifts under the tree for you to open.”
“Don’t you dare get me anything else.” She warned, pulling back.
Covering his mouth, Liam faked a deep yawn. “Better get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow after all.” Smiling, he winked and cupped his palm against her bump for a moment before turning to enter their bedroom.
“Liam! I’m serious!” She called, following him into the room. He ignored her, walking into his closet to remove the day’s clothes. After a stop in the bathroom, she re-entered the bedroom to find Liam, splayed out beneath the covers, snoring softly in an unconvincing act of sleep. “I know you’re faking.” A smile crossed his lips and she reached up to release the clasp on the necklace, placing it on her dressing table before removing her dressing gown, laying the garment on the upholstered bench seat at the foot of the bed. Climbing in beside him, she snuggled against his side, laying her head on his bare chest as he draped his arm across her shoulders. “I don’t want you spending more money on Christmas gifts for me Liam. The necklace is already above and beyond.”
“Love, I’m going to spoil you for the rest of our lives. Surely you won’t begrudge me for that.”
“No, I suppose not.” Jennifer chuckled. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it and I really do love the necklace.”
“I’m glad.” Liam’s arm tightened around her and he kissed the top of her head, resting his other hand on her waist. “Now, get some sleep. And make sure to wake me to help with the children.”
She closed her eyes and burrowed her face in his neck, inhaling his scent as she kissed below his ear, making him shiver beneath her. “Hey Liam? I love you.”
“Hey Jennifer? I love you too.”
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So here is the Matty fic I’ve been talking about forever. I’m sorry it’s taken so long, I’ve been going through a kind of rough patch so motivation is hard for me to come by. I came up with the idea when I was going through some intense baby fever. Also grammar and formatting will be bad, and i probably won’t fix it just for times sake. I hope y’all like it.
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Warnings: brief mentions of birth (not in detail), pregnancy, maybe some swearing
Disclaimer: ya girl has never had a child before and I haven’t really been around anyone that was pregnant (except for as a child) and the ones I have been near had complications (everything ended fine) and it was years ago so I don’t remember much. I also do not want to do a lot of research for this cause that makes me loose motivation, so this will probably not be super accurate on the pregnancy/birth part.
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Your body was completely exhausted. You had two days till your due date and you felt like you were about to pop. Matt had been the best help around the house and with you. He had been able to take on most of the workload when your doctor told you it was time to stop doing physical things. He had taken your intense and sometimes aggressive mood swings in stride.
Your water broke in the middle of the night. In the middle of the one night you had actually gotten to sleep on time in the last few weeks. Because despite being achy and tired most of the time, you still couldn’t manage to fall asleep when you got in bed. You had tonight though. It took all of a second to wake your sleeping husband up. He looked half dead and you felt bad, but you kind of didn’t have a choice.
“Matt, baby, my water broke we need to go to the hospital.” You spoke with a slight urgency in your voice.
“Mkay let me get the stuff out to the car then I can help you out there. Do not and I repeat, do not try and go down those stairs without me.” Was his mumbled response as he got out of bed and slipped a tshirt on. He put some shoes on and left the room.
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You were halfway to the hospital and you were stressed. You were worried you weren’t gonna be a good enough mom. What if you failed your kid? What if they hated you?
“Matt,” There was a sense of urgency in your voice that you didn’t mean to let slip, “what if I’m not a good mom?”
“Baby, look at me. You are going to be the best mom and I know it. You have been able to take care of me when I wasn’t feeling well. You’ve helped Taryn with stuff not even mom could help her with. Brady comes to you before he even thinks about coming to me. You’ve even helped the guys on the team when they didn’t know who else to go to. You are an amazing person and you’re going to be an even better mother. I promise you.”
You had tears in your eyes as you brought your intertwined hands up to your lips to press a soft kiss to Matt’s hand. The rest of the drive was silent except for the soft music that filled the car.
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