#Preganant Reader

[annahxredaxted]

puhhhleasseeeeee David x Angel pregnancy headcannons 😫

NIYAHHHH HEYYY POOKIEE

of courseeee 🙇‍♀️

DAVID/ANGEL PREGNANCY HEADCANNONS

•afab reader— with gn pronouns

• pregnancy

david knew before they told him, he could smell it on them.

angel thought they were doing a good job hiding it before they told him.

after they did and noticed he was completely unfazed they were very concerned/confused

david was very excited but he was also nervous he’d be a bad dad.

very over-prepared, he started setting the nursery up maybe 3 weeks after they told him.

david will pass by things for babies in the store and discreetly put them in the cart, but when angel realizes he did they get all gushy and emotional.

very upset angel had so much morning sickness in the beginning, he would ache to see how much they were hurting.

HE WILL DELIVER TO EVERY SINGLE CRAVING!!

^ he does not care how stupid it may sound, if angel woke him up at 2am asking for beef fucking jerky you already know he’s up either in the kitchen or grabbing his car keys.

david rubs their belly all the time. sittings down? hand on the belly. in bed? belly rubs. in the car? belly.

david gets VERY upset if someone touches their belly/them at all if they don’t want to be touched.

^ will yell in the middle of a walmart/family gathering/in public etc,

foot massages, back massages, legs, back etc. if he can ease angels pain even a little bit he will not stop at mediocrity.

if angel is feeling insecure about their pregnancy body it actually makes david almost angry. not at them of course, but it’s the mentality of “your growing a kid, and you think i’m gonna be upset about a little more to love?”

david goes to every doctors, very attentive, asking a bunch of questions, writing things down, making sure angel does everything the doctor recommends.

^ he will and has cancelled meetings/ jobs to be at an appointment.

legitimately was panicking when their water broke, angel was just sitting there like: 🧍‍♂️.. while he was: 😱😧😦

he collected himself eventually to drive to the hospital

held their hand the whole time, he was a bit queasy by the end of it.

cried when baby shaw was born, held the baby close and did skin to skin almost immediately (like took his fucking shirt off)

he was scared to have sex for a while, he didn’t want to hurt angel, and they probably waited 4ish months, but even then he was extremely gentle.

in the beginning david refused to let angel get up when the baby cried

david cried when he had to go back to work for the first time since baby shaw.

spent the whole day after work with the baby(made dinner, did dishes etc with those things that wrap the baby to his chest)

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that’s all i got rn🤓🤓

[malware-180]

Johan Liebert | Headcanon: When you're pregnant

-At first he is... shocked, terrified and undecided what to say or how to react appropriately. But you have to understand, this is the guy with mommy issues and emotional issues in general. Be kind with him too.

-Once the matter is assumed, he asks you if you want to have the baby. If your answer is a clear yes, both of you are going to get ready because this is not a game.

-So Johan begins to come up with a plan for his future family. The idea seems strange to him, it seems even stranger to you knowing that you are carrying the son of the greatest murderer in Europe.

-At first he's defensive with the whole world because he's terrified that your fate will be similar to his parents'. It does not inform anyone about your status. He thinks too much about whether to tell Nina and Doctor Tenma. Johan knows that they would never hurt you.

-Naturally, you receive the support of the good doctor and your sister-in-law. They take turns looking after you when the blond is not around. Kenzo gives you constant check-ups, prescribes vitamins and recommends that you rest as much as possible. He's like a big brother to you. Johan appreciates this detail.

-The Czech learns the best about pregnancy. He wants your pregnancy stage to be as safe and comfortable as possible.

-He often gives you massages that he learned in a crash course on fatherhood for men. You are surprised how good he is with his hands and you appreciate it in a good way.

-Desserts are never lacking. Johan buys you more than you should eat, he spares nothing for you and his unborn child.

-When you tell him about the future baby names Johan notices the sparkle in your eyes. That allays the doubts he has regarding his future as a father.

-He doesn't allow you to do any housework because he doesn't want you to overexert yourself or have an accident happen. It doesn't matter if Johan spends hours cleaning the whole house. Sometimes his sister helps him in this work.

-Liebert is not tolerant of physical contact, however he gathers his own desire to make you feel loved and protected. He pushes aside any uncomfortable thoughts to hold you when you are in a vulnerable emotional moment. 'Things I Do For Love' he thinks.

-Sometimes he confesses to you the intrusive thoughts that torment him. That is why his most gruesome side appears now that you will be parents. You encourage him that everything will be fine, giving him a kiss on the forehead and that is enough to ease his mind a bit. Don't think he's going to let his guard down.

✨･ ｡☆∴｡　*　･ﾟ*｡💖･　　･ *ﾟ｡　　 *　 ･ ﾟ*｡･ﾟ★｡

Amé escribir esto. ;;

[terrence-silver]

I don't know why but I keep having this though, it may not be up your ally but it definitely tickles me.

I keep imagining this scenario.

Kreese is in a relationship with his lover, Terry is married. Both of the women get along quite well together, maybe they spend time together going out when Terry isn't taking up his wife's time. Maybe they hang out and go shopping, talk about their lovers and so on. And at some point they end up talking about kids, especially babies. They both melt at the idea of having babies.

The idea that they both end up getting pregnant around the same time, and decide to invite the other over with the guys. Only for one of them to put out a box or something and it’s got like “We are so happy to me you godmother & godfather!” Inside of it with baby clothes. And everyone is just like silent.

“Wait your pregnant?”

“Yep”

“Well that kinda ruined my surprise then.”

“Huh?”

“I wanted to surprise you and John with that fact me and Terry are pregnant.”

Then they end up finding out their only a week apart on due dates.

Would be funny if the wives thought they're actually surprising Terry and John, but unbeknownst to them, Terry has been masterminding the whole baby-fever ordeal from day one and I'll be damned if he wouldn't be the type of person to have him and John respectively creampying, for lack of a better word, their significant others at the same calculated, coordinated time purely so he'd tie John to himself in yet another elaborate way the minute it becomes blatantly obvious between the two men that they're trying for offspring; this time around, by ensuring their kids are born around a closely attached date with some tall tale about brotherhood and crowning their lifelong friendship by transferring their legacy into the next generation. Naturally, added bonus is that Terry gets to perv on John's sex life all while keeping John firmly appraised of his own to the point the two wives, Terry and John might as well be having regular foursomes while in the process of conceiving and later on as well, if we're honest. Nothing like friendly swingers. Terry fucking beloved while he's on the phone with John, purely to ensure they're both hard at work and achieving the same results and getting off by the idea too? Entirely believable.

Marking their friendship by being the godparents to each other's kids?

More like, ritualistically syncing everything they ever do.

[http-finnick]

𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

finnick odair x fem!pregnant!reader

cw: vomiting/morning sickness, swearing, worrying, fluff!

wc: 400

request: hiii, i love your writing and wanted to request! btw there is barely anyone writing for finnick anymore so i salute you <3 could you write something like finnick finding out the reader is preganant right before the third quater quell and he gets emotional. basically just TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF. Lots of love <333

you bit your lip as you watched your insides get flushed down the bowl, nausea still prominent as you faced the wrath of morning sickness.

you fall back against the wall as you sit there breathing heavily

it's a knock that startles you out of your daze, you jump and watch the door but no one dares to enter

"baby?" fuck, it's just Finnick.

"uh- yeah?" you answer unsteadily, unsure how long he's been up to hear you vomiting your guts out

"can you open the door?" he asks softly, you melt as you reach for it before snapping back at the mirror and making sure you look fine -aka making sure you don't look like the room is spinning

and, of course, you look like a mess. but that doesn't matter right now. you unlock it and the door bursts open to see a worried Finnick

"are you okay? whats..whats been going on with you lately?" he asks, gentle with his words but still his anxious eyes can't shake the facts he's frightened for you

"I'm..scared about the quell" you lie, well, not really. you are scared for the quell. just not vomit-worthy.

"for the past month?" he catches you red-handed, he knows you've been acting strange and the face you have when you're overcome with nausea is unmistakable.

"baby, just, please...tell me what's going on" he walks into the bathroom. closing the door behind him so he can lean back on it, making you feel trapped

it's silent, so silent. you wait for him to give up and abandon his conversation but he stands strong

well...he was gonna find out sometime.

"Finnick I'm pregnant." you say breathlessly, watching as his eyes widened completely, he wasn't expecting that..at all.

"... you're pregnant?" he asks, as if he misheard you. you cross your arms over yourself as your worst fear becomes a fact, he doesn't want it.

and then, another shock, he grins. full-on toothache grin as he picks you up and smashes his lips into yours

"your pregnant, your gonna have a baby! my babies!" he repeats, kissing you over and over as you sit on the sink still in shock

then his face floods with worry as he is reminded of the quell

"you, me, and that baby are gonna get out of there. haymitch's plan is perfect, I'll carry you out of that arena if I have to" he says before kissing you again, reaching his hand up to your stomach to caress it.

you watch as his eyes gloss over, and a grin finds his lips even tho he tries to bite it back

"I promise I'll protect you both" he whispers as his tears fall, and your own tears you had no idea about begin to rush down your face.

"i love you so much" he kisses you again, salty lips as his tears coat his tongue as kisses you so deeply, so lovingly.

"and I love you even more"

an: OMGGG! my first request! I was so so so excited when i saw this! thank you so much for the request, I loved writing this! and thank you for your kind words, they mean so much to me!! i hoped you enjoyed it!

[jomamaofficial]

An Empty Vessel pt.1 (Dabi x Preganant!Reader Dark Angst)

A/N: Hehe, hello my lovely toes. MY FANFIC WENT THROUGH THE LAST ROUND OF BETA READING SO HAHA, I CAN PUBLISH IT NOW. I urge you all to read the TWs and CWs because I may have gone a bit overboard hehe. As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. I would love to give back to our little community here. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts in the comments :). TW: Pregnancy, vague desire for a forced Abortion, Domestic Abuse, Strangulation, Burning, mentions of Bleeding from a finger cut (from cooking probably). CW's: Heavy SFW, SPOILER: Season 6, Dabi’s backstory, Swearing, Mentions of Sexual acts (Birth Control, Pull-out method; nothing graphic has been described), Intimate acts (kissing, making out), Mentions of Bleeding from a finger cut (reader was cooking). Masterlist Edit: Part 2 😩😩. Edit: Part 3. Word Count: 3537 Summary: You were Dabi’s stress release; he would long for the night to come, but refused to take things ‘too far’. He’d wait for you in secret, but he wouldn’t dare show you any affection outside of the designated odd hours. How you longed to change it. How you longed to confess your love for a man who never used your name. So when you found out you were 3 months pregnant, you hoped your unborn baby would bring you closer to your unrequited love.

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Averting your eyes from the scarred man sat across the table from you, you took a deep breath, clenching your jaw. You sat there, alone with your thoughts, loud enough to drown your boss’ voice.

Your thumb rubbed circles on your wrist, comforting the sting that was lingering underneath. Your hand craved the warmth of another; so when it received a burn instead, the hand mistook that pain for love. Because he gave you so much warmth that your weak skin gave way until it blistered, glowing a pretty red. All you wanted was a hand to hold, a hand that would grasp yours and caress the skin atop; so when he groped your supple skin, digging his nails inside your thigh, leaving tiny crescents that decorated the soft surface, your body mistook the pain for love. Because he held you so tightly. Because he didn’t want to let go. 

Those were the tender moments where he gave you more than you asked for.

And you hated that they were enough to make you clutch onto a thin rope of hope. A hope that you hated because it was destined for disappointment. 

Even though his eyes held spite and his mouth a snarl as he slapped your hand away, stalking ahead, you only clutched harder onto that decaying rope. 

His simple acts led to a thousand thoughts, which led to a thousand headaches, which left you wondering why you felt so deeply for a man who wouldn’t even hold your hand in public. 

It was just heated gazes; his eyes, half-lidded, boring into yours, finding that special spot deep in your core which always sent hot, velvety haze onto the surface. 

He was the only person in this shithole that made you feel alive. 

When you first walked into the hideout, you never expected to feel so strongly towards a stranger sprawled in the corner, hands in his pockets with a cigarette lazily placed in his mouth, shoulders hunched and eyes lifeless.

At first, you rolled your eyes and scrunched your nose at the wisps of smoke that loitered around his presence. 

Just another faceless person in the crowd, you told yourself; his sole purpose was to dip in and out of your life without a second thought. 

And then as the days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, you added a second purpose for him: to always have a cigarette when you needed it. 

And you began craving cigarettes all the time.

You convinced yourself you felt nothing towards the scarred man who waltzed into your life. He was just your nicotine supplier and that was the only thing that drew you to him. It was always the cigarettes, never the person. 

But after you found yourself on the roof, puffing your stress away with his body pressed against yours, his corruption seeping into your pure bloodstream, it was clear that you were addicted to him. Not the nicotine that he filtered through his sinful body.

Your entire life shaped itself to lead that of a villain. A villain who worked mindlessly. A villain that had no goals or dreams of their own. Just an underling that satisfied their boss. 

It was a methodical and vapid life and it left a bitter taste in your mouth. A bitter taste that sweetened when you felt his lips on yours. 

Your personal life and your work life were blending with each other, mixing until you had no sense of which was which. 

He was disgusting. He had no respect. 

With his poorly box-dyed black hair framing his hollow cheeks, and his stupid piercings which completed his empty face. They glistened around his leering eyes, which followed you in the comfort of your own thoughts; he should be disgusting. Because his grafts were also disgusting– a deep shade of purple which creased around the corners of his eyes when he flashed you a subtle smirk. They had darker lesions, with staples pressed against them holding him together. And sometimes, they wept in blood, slipping down his pale skin– his disgusting dead skin– so thickly. 

Everything about him was disgusting. But his sore grafts enhanced his winter skin, cold like a gentle snowflake, a delicate crystal. And his hair was an abyss, sucking you in, coaxing you to find beauty in his pretty eyes that held stories you wished to find out as you lay your head in his lap, his scarred hands brushing through your hair. 

So when his knee was grinding against you, you helplessly rutted back against it to feel closer to the man who nipped your lips, the taste of ash draining into your mouth. There was a certain hunger behind his touch that threatened to burst. 

And you just wanted to feed him. 

His hands slid down to your thighs, groping the bare flesh. He pinched them and kneaded them within his own hands, picking at the flesh to press and bruise them. 

Your mouth opened in a silent cry and he trailed down to your neck, peppering messy kisses on your skin. Your chest heaved up and down as you lowered your eyes to desperately find his. But they were hidden, grounded to your neck, inspecting the marks he left on you. 

But something was wrong. 

There wasn’t any love, or compassion, or care. There was only possessiveness. 

Possessiveness that made you shiver and shrink. Possessiveness that stripped you bare and vulnerable to his prying cerulean eyes. His clouded gaze scanned every piece of untouched flesh your body had to offer. He ignored your loving eyes. He just wanted to see the marks you would conceal the next morning.

A long deliberate finger made its way down your neck, grazing past the suckled bruises. 

One finger turned into a full grasp, a grasp that lingered on your chest. A visceral shiver tore through your delusion, and suddenly that grasp lingered for too long.

Something was wrong. 

“Stop it!”, you screamed, arm quivering over the place he touched you. His blue eyes remained frozen, devoid of any expression. 

You pushed his hovering body away from yourself, watching his glare settle on you. 

It was the first time he looked at you today. 

Your head leaned against the cold wall, pressing on it in a failed attempt to stop the dull throb spreading within. The coolness soothed the ghostly thoughts that stung your body with an icy warning. 

Dabi turned his head towards the sliver of twilight peeking out from behind the curtains. His tongue pressed against his cheek, plucking his cigarette he tucked behind his pierced ears. He placed it in between his pierced lips, inhaling as he lit the cigarette with his flames. 

His eyes relaxed, closing as he exhaled a stream of smoke into your face. 

He tapped the shaft of the cigarette, embers of tobacco burning through the thin white sheets you lazily spread.

“You want me to stop”. 

It was the first time he directly spoke to you today. 

“I’m so sorry Dabi, I-” 

“You think I’m so fucking disgusting, don’t ya?” he spat, his eyes burning through his hooded lids. 

“Dabi just listen to me, that’s not what it is, I just-” 

He put his cigarette out on your thigh, the heat pricking through the layers of your skin until it incinerated your nerves, leaving a phantom itch on the burn.

He branded a perfect circular shape near your hip.

“Ya hate it that I’m tainting your perfect little skin? Your fucking perfect little skin that ya spend hours scrubbin’ and oilin’ like a dumb bimbo?” 

“Dabi, please-”

“No, you fuckin’ listen to me”, he stressed, grabbing your cheeks with his bony fingers. “Lil’ preppy bitches like you, with pretty doe eyes, have somethin’ for big bad guys like me, right? That’s why you joined this league, didn’t ya, dollface? To find some broken fucks like me to fix?”

He tightened his grip on you, leaning closer to your face. 

“I did a background check on ya, dollface. Quirkless lil’ smart bitch. Up to your ‘Masters’? So why the fuck did you join this league? You had a good life, dollface. So why’d you drag your naive lil’ face into my world? Because you don’t have a single. Bad. Bone. In. Your. Body”. 

He punctuated each of those last words with a squeeze, your teeth clenching to prevent him from ripping through your cheeks. 

“You wanted to fix me, didn’t ya? Prance around me looking sweet as honey until I dropped my shitty habits and licked the ground that you walked on”.

Your eyes began to water at the pressure and the truthful accusations. 

“Yeah, don’t think that I didn’t catch on to ya’ hand sneaking up on me late at night, like some creep. You think I didn’t realise ya’ stupid lovey dovey eyes staring at me across the room? ‘Cause I did dollface, and it fuckin’ disgusted me”. 

He let go of your face with a push.

“You want me to be your boyfriend, don’t ya?”, he asked, closing the distance between you two, holding your waist taut against his disfigured chest. “Hold ya’ hand and peck ya on those pouty lil’ lips?” 

His voice lowered an octave as he looked down into your glistening wide eyes. You could smell the fresh smoke ensnaring your mind. 

“But why would you wanna date someone as disgusting as me, dollface? I make you scream, don't I? Dabi, the big bad wolf?” 

His flaming eyes dimmed, like fire without oxygen. 

“So tell me, doll. What made you scream like that? Was it my fucked up face? Or was it my slimy hands dirtying your pretty lil’ skin?” 

To the untrained ear, he almost sounded sincere. With his deep voice rumbling from his warm chest, your eyes flickered down to his lips. 

“I love you, Dabi”. 

His eyebrows raised for a split second before his hands pinched the top of his nose bridge. 

“I fuckin’ knew it”. 

You could feel his chest heave as he let out a deep sigh. 

“Doll…” 

“I love you so much, Dabi”, you breathed out, closing the distance between your lips by another inch. 

He felt a sharp ache in the middle of his brows. 

“You’re so beautiful to me”, you whispered, noses touching as you traced the deep shades of the graft on his abdomen. You felt his muscles tensing underneath your distinct touch, your eyes subtly smiling at his reaction. 

His reaction towards your touch. 

“Every part of you is so delicate and pretty”, you admired, looking up at the man with twinkling eyes, pupils dilated and full.

“Don’t want to change it, Dabi. Don’t want to change you”. 

Your voice was so soft. Airy and sweet. A tone so unfamiliar for the raven man who was observing the way the moonlight shyly casted a glow on your face. 

“Don’t lie to me doll…” 

“I’m not lying”. 

You tore away from his eyes, choosing to focus on the inconspicuous indents scratched into your walls. Your hands, frail, shook as your heart and gut imposed on you to finally tell him. Your deepest thoughts that plagued your mind for the longest week. 

“I pushed you away because I’m tired of just being a warm body for those cold winter nights… I’m tired of being a dirty secret, Dabi. I love you, but I’m so tired of breaking myself just to give you pieces that you’ll deny the next morning”. 

His faint press against your stomach made you breathe a heavy gust of air in. 

“I can’t keep on breaking myself. Or else I’ll have nothing to give her”. 

You guided his hand over your stomach, tears dropping on his forearm. 

Dabi felt his heart spike, shallow breaths escaping his tightening chest. 

“You told me you were on birth control,” he said, cutting through the silence, clenching his fist. 

“I wasn’t, Dabi”, your breath hitched as you choked on your fear.

“I wasn’t. I told you so many times, asked you so many times to pull out, but you didn’t”. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. 

He was silent.

“I found out a week ago. And I’ve been trying to tell you, Dabi… I tried to tell you so many times, but you’d ignore me, Dabi”, you trailed off, body seeking comfort. 

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling yourself towards him to rest your face in the nook of his neck. 

“Toga was playing around with my blood the day I cut my fingers. And she told me… she told me that she could detect a new taste in my blood. At first I thought it was the cigarettes but when she told me she couldn’t transform into my body because there was something blocking her… I asked Kurogiri, and he took me to Ujiko Sensei, and- um”, you gulped, your throat feeling drier. “And I’m three months pregnant, Dabi”. 

Your drumming heart settled as you felt his hands close around your waist.

“I was so wrong about ya doll”, he mumbled as he nuzzled his face in the nook of your neck, mimicking your position.

Your heart basked in his grasp, your nails gently scraping down his back. 

“I love you, Dabi…” 

“I was so fucking wrong about ya…” he said, pulling back from your tight embrace. 

He pushed a loose strand of hair behind your ears, his tilted head scanning your face. His right hand travelled up your shoulder, to your cheek. You basked in his touch, cool drops gliding his slender thumb across the plane of your cheek.

“You’re not naive, Y/N”. 

That was the first time he said your name. 

“You know exactly what you’re doing”. 

Your mind was lost in the bare contact you finally received, his words slurred for you. 

The war was over. He finally understood you. 

“I shoulda known doll… a smart girl like you would wanna fix me in other ways. By turning me into your brat’s daddy”. 

Your eyes opened suddenly, your brows ruffling as they met his gaze. 

“Dabi-”

“Shut your mouth, doll. It’s only for your benefit”. 

You expected his piercing grip. You expected his piercing voice. 

“What d’ya think woulda happened, doll? What d’ya want to happen?” 

You cowered under his view; your heart was walking on eggshells, unable to bear the constant change. 

“I asked you a fuckin’ question, didn’t I? Now use that mouth to answer me before I burn it off”. 

You sniffled, your stomach trembling as you tried to speak in full sentences. 

“Dabi, we couldn’t continue this if we had her-” 

“Couldn't continue what? Use your words,” he interjected, cold as steel. 

You felt your head spinning, empty stomach feeling heavy.  

“Dabi. We can’t expose our child to this-”

He pulled on your hair, the pressure on your scalp forcing you to pull on his wrists, struggling to pry his hands away.

“Did you not fucking hear me? Use your words”. 

“Dabi, please, stop- please”, you pleaded, pulling his wrist with greater force, “please Dabi. I- we can’t expose our baby to the league and these operations, where we go out, half expecting to be killed by the end of it. We can’t tell her we’re villains, we can never let her know, and we can’t be villains anymore Dabi! Just please, I told you- just please let me go”. 

He let your hair go when you struggled the most, causing you to stumble back into the wall behind you, intensifying the dull thud into something far more painful. 

“And that’s how ya thought you’d fix me, am I right dollface? Get ya’self knocked up with my brat, and drag me outta this?” 

He pushed his face into yours, grabbing your hair to pull you closer. 

“Becoming a daddy didn’t stop my old man from being a villain, dollface”. 

He turned you around, twisting your limbs to his liking until you succumbed, on your knees with your back against his chest. He lifted himself up to his knees, pulling you up by your aching hair, which was twisted in his left hand. 

His right hand rose from your waist to your chest. He attached his lips to your cold neck, leaving heated kisses all across the skin. 

“Dabi…” you mewled, your body temperature increasing as it battled between two conflicting emotions: you wanted to pull away. Your arm was tensed, longing to strike as his hands claimed your body. You curled into your torso, hiding as much as you can before the man behind you pulled you again, arching your back to his liking. Your hands clutched the thin fabric, your mind too tired to make up its mind. Because his pushing and pulling, his kissing and biting, just the feeling of his skin on your skin ignited such an urge to submit to his ownership. Your hips pushed out to feel his body, your sweaty skin brushing against his rough jeans to feel the electric connection. Your neck exposed itself to his messy kisses, your subconsciousness praying and begging for them to brush past your collarbone. 

His right hand rose. As his hand reached your neck to press the side, his lips reached your ear lobe, nibbling on the flesh.

“You know my daddy don’t ya? Pro Hero Endevour? Enji Todoroki, Japan’s number one hero", he drawled out his syllables, spite laced in every inch.

He was a hero to the world but you know what he was to me dollface? A fuckin’ villain to me. Ruined my fuckin’ life so much that it was better when he ignored me. When he ignored his oldest son. When he threw me away for his newest prized possession,” he growled, a low vibration tearing through the chest he rested you on. 

“I coulda been one of those heroes dollface…” his voice cracked. 

“I wanted to be a hero so fuckin’ bad. If he asked my scrawny ass to do a hundred pushups, I did a hundred fifty. If he asked me to run five miles everyday, I’d run ten. What didn’t I do, doll? You name it. I did everything in the book because all I wanted was to be his first brat to surpass him. He told me I’d surpass him. Told me my flames were stronger than his.”

He was quiet.

“Of course they were. But you know what happened one day, doll?” You felt something warm creep down your shoulder.

“One day, at the doctor’s, I found out that my mommy’s quirk manifested in my regulation system.” He let out a breathy, broken sound. 

“You’re smart. You know what that means, don't ya, doll?” 

You felt another thick drop slide down the valley of your chest. It was red. 

“My mommy's quirk was ice, doll. And you know what you need to tolerate an icy quirk? A hotter body. And you know what that bitch gave me, doll? A hotter body so no heat could ever escape it”. His left hand grabbed yours, lifting it up to his jaw, his graft leathery and sticky. 

“You know why I have these, doll? It’s because that woman didn’t let my daddy’s quirk work properly. Her useless quirk took over my ol' man's regulation system. So the doctor told me, if I tried to surpass him, I’d burn myself alive”. 

He rejoiced in the sobs he ripped from your throat, his hands shaking as they bled in between the fine lesions. 

“He told me I couldn’t train anymore. That I couldn’t be a hero. So he knocked her up again and again because I was so disposable to him. As soon as his second brat was born, he didn’t give a flyin’ fuck about me. He knew he could get rid of me whenever he wanted. And you know what the saddest part is, dollface? I knew that too. I knew from the age of eight that I was gonna get replaced by my lil’ baby brother when he popped outta that useless bitch. He kept us away from that brat, because we were failures. And we could never taint the perfect, youngest Todoroki with our digusting failure”. 

Your lips quivered with his, your hearts beating together. 

“I was so disposable that he didn’t even bother looking for his eldest son’s dead body after he burned himself to death. So you know what this tells me? It tells me that you’re a fucking idiot. Every woman I’ve known has been a fucking idiot. Because if my old man abused me and ripped me apart until I destroyed myself to prove myself worthy as his son”, he licked the shell of your ear, pressing harder on your throat until he heard your ugly, shallow gasps for air, “and he's still the world’s greatest hero? What makes ya think that I’d become a righteous hero for your fucking brat?” 

Your feeble attempt to breathe was music to his ears, a sonorous sound that twirled around in the empty room. 

“I love how no one’s here. I love how empty this room is, dollface”. 

The undertone of your lips matched his vibrant flames, your eyes feeling heavier and heavier. 

“I want you to be like this room, doll”. 

Empty. 

“I want to turn you into an empty vessel”.

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Keep a look out for Part 2, my angst-loving toes. If you would like me to add you to the taglist, please comment or message me :). Edit: Part 3.

[reidslovely]

I wanna know how frst Peter reacts to reader getting a preganancy scare! Like what's your version of him in it? Maybe a small blurb?

Stop because I've had this thought before and I've asked people about it but I've never been asked this. I think it would go something like this…

TW: mentions of pregnancy, and throwing up

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You were sitting nervously on the steps of Theta Tau, hands balled nervously in your lap.Eyes directed to the stone pavement in front of you, head shooting up at every pair of nike panda's that came into your sight. A few of the brothers offered you to come in and wait for Peter as they got back from classes, confused as to why you were sitting outside the door of the house like a vampire scared to cross into a church.

"Parker put your ass out already? I can kick his ass." Harry offered. You smiled back putting your hand up.

"All good Harry I just I need to catch Peter as fast as possible talk to him about this project thing."

You lie through your teeth and the bile is creeping up your throat again. You couldn't be pregnant..could you? You guys had been safe..most of the time. But nothing is fully effective, you both understood the risks you just...never thought it would happen to you.

"Okay well he was leaving Octavius' lab about fifteen minutes ago should be any moment now."

The pregnancy test in your bag screamed at you. Well the pregnancy tests..plural..three. "Thanks Harry."

"Yeah no worries see you tonight." He whispers, looking over his shoulder skeptically. "Wait Har..?"

"Yeah?"

Harry was Peter's best friend, he'd know how Peter would react and if you knew..it would make this all easier.

"What are you doing here bashful?"

The nickname sent goosebumps down your body, and not the kind that makes you excited to feel one's presences. The kind that makes you feel like a little kid standing in a mess they created afraid to move.

You turned to Peter a smile on your face. Greeting him with a hug and kiss, hands grabbing at his jacket. Noticing the immediate switch in demeanor his arms are around you in seconds...hands ripping out the earphones in his ear.

"Okay, it's okay. Your hearts beating so fast." He whispers. "I hear it, it's okay." He whispers, his face showing no change not wanting to alert Harry.

You two snuck past everyone, the only person alerted was Harry who didn't push any further than what he was invited into. Sneaking up to his room, he pushed a chair under the handle and sat you down quickly.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm pregnant."

You don't know why you said it like that.

Peter's jaw dropped slightly and color drained from his cheeks, you both thought he was on the verge of throwing up like you had all morning.

"You're sure?" Before you could get your words out he's spiraling out hands shaking and talking faster than normal. His mumbles falling out under his breath hands shaking as they held your knees.

"No I have tests in my bag, I wasn't ready..I couldn't take them alone."

Panic still laced every movement he made, his hands coming up to hold your face. "Okay..lets do it."

So he stood with you in the bathroom facing the door, wanting to give you some shred of privacy, his head leaning against the painted red wood of the door his life flashing before his eyes and you felt yours crumbling down as you dried your hands.

"It's okay, okay we can do this whatever the outcome is we can do this." You whisper holding his shoulders turning him to face you.

Peter nodded, his hands rubbing your shoulders. "Octavius just started paying me it's not a lot but I've got plenty saved up." He spoke in a shaky tone, the muscles in his neck tight but he looked at you with such loving eyes. He meant everything. "We could do this. Yeah, we could live here..or not" He says after seeing the way you hunch your body forward with a laugh. "the summer before my freshman year I turned the attic of my house with May into a little like apartment we could live there until we can afford something. And I find a way to work and provide for us." He flattened out your hair tucking it back.

"I can work Peter..I'd just be pregnant. I could still work at the office."

"No, I wouldn't have it." He jokes kissing your head. "You'll be so tired already, and I'd love nothing more than to come home and take care of my girls."

"You're girls..we don't even know if I am."

"Well I think either way we will have a girl. I'm a total girl dad, look at me."

You smiled and pushed your face into the soft fabric of his polo shirt, your tears absorbed into the fabric.

"I've got you..I'm not going anywhere. I love you so much bashful alright, you're my girl."

'You're my girl' was the best way to be described by Peter, it was like a status symbol. Parker's girl got all the attention, all the coolest parties, it was one that got you known pretty well around campus. Peter was gonna take care of you, and you felt so silly thinking anything else.

Peters hand rubbed circle around your lower back, his free hand rubbing against her stomach at all the what if's. He was nervous but he could do this, he'd always wanted to be a dad. This was a little earlier than expected but, he could do this. "If it makes you feel better I can only hear your heartbeat." He laughs

"It's to early to hear another one this early.."

"You never know. What are you gonna do if my radioactive jizz makes our baby come out with four legs and little fangs."

"Become a phenomenon I guess..all that news coverage would pay our little spiders way through college."

"Hey our little spider is gonna be legacy because of me. You're welcome." He laughed nuzzling your face to his. You smiled, rolling your eyes in response. The timer rang out through out the bathroom and you looked at him. "I can't do it..I can't look."

Peter nodded closing out the timer, and walking over to the sink. You felt a peace in knowing whatever it was gonna be you'd be fine and safe with Pete.

"Well.."

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Ahhh cliff hanger!! I'm a bitch I know but I couldn't decide on what I really wanted the results to be so I didn't :) love you 🫶🏼

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[lotussuns]

implied fem! reader. she her pronouns used. kind of suggestive but no smut, talks about porn mostly. minors don’t interact please. i just spat it out in one sitting so lots of spelling mistakes probs. ooc gojo! he’s a loser

just a thought that i had today hihihi. i imagine a future where both gojo and geto are in their early twenties, in the middle of getting their teaching license to teach at jujutsu high. they are both young, healthy, attractive men so they sleep around a little bit, and of course share their experiences and preferences with each other. that further escalated to porn.

so geto and gojo have a tradition of sharing porn with each other. if geto finds something super hot, he most likely will send it to gojo to get a second opinion and they both talk about how that actress looked super hot while getting pounded from behind, or that they should find a hottie to have that specific threesome with.

anyway geto starts noticing a weird trend with the actresses that gojo sends him. why do they all … kind of look similar, they all kind of look like you.

it’s either the same hairstyle, same body type, similar facial structure. and geto is fucking freaking out because they have known you for like 3 months?? you just started here?? and he knew gojo was obsessed with you, everyone could tell (apart from you) but he didn’t know it was this severe.

he sends a quick text.

“i didn’t know anyone could be this down bad.”

which gojo quickly responds to with

“HUH?!”

“WHAT HAPPENED.”

geto answers with a vague. “i know what you are doing lol did you think you were slick like that.”

gojo fucking spirals.

“WHAT DID YOU FIND DID YOU TOUCH MY FUCKING LAPTOP?!?!?!???!??!!!!”

“HOLY SHIT YOU FUCKING TRAITOR IM TELEPORTING HOME YOU FUCKCKDMND.”

geto is super confused like what the fuck? gojo sent that shit himself, it was quite obvious the actresses looked as close to you as they could. was gojo not even realizing that? he couldn’t understand what the man was so worried about.

“?”

“what are you talking about lol. you sent that shit yourself.”

gojo responds with another wave of panicked texts.

“FUCK I CANNOT TELEPORT HOME IM TOO BUSY WHAT DID I AEND WHERE.”

“PLEASE SUGURU DONT TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS PLEASE YOU CAN MAKE FUN OF ME ALL HOU WANT JUST DONT TELL ANYONE.”

and now geto was super confused what else did gojo hide from him. he decided it was the perfect opportunity to fuck around and find out.

“you’re absolutely insane i cannot believe you did that. sick fuck.”

geto’s phone once again lights up like crazy from all the notifications he’s bombarded with.

“PLEASE DONT TELL HER PLEASE.”

“AND DONT DELETE ANYTHINF DONT TOCUCHHF IT.”

“I WORKED SO HARD ON OUR LITTLE FAMILY.”

“SHES PREGANANT WITH OUR 6 CHILD ND IT WAS SO HARD TO GET OUR PENFHOUSE WITHOUT ANY CODES I EARNDNDD THAT SHIT WITH REAL WORK SUGURU REAL HONEST WORK NO MOTHERLODE AND SHIT.”

“I EVEN PAYED FOR OUR WEDDING MYSELF.”

and it was then that geto realized gojo was talking about something more cringe that his porn preferences. he was talking about the sims.

gojo fucking satoru made you guys in the sims. married. with 5 kids and 1 on its way.

after the initial wave of tremendous cringe geto felt in his body (he almost collapsed from how intense it was) geto didnt know if he should laugh or cry from how much of a pathetic loser gojo was, but he knew he would never let him live it down.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Guess Who's back ✨

Anyways..What would Jeff be like if he found out Reader was pregnant?

AGHHH I LOVE GETTING TO WRITE FOR DOMESTIC SITUATIONS!!

Weddings, babies, moving in together i love it all 💗

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff finding out you're pregnant

Jeff has always been firm on the notion that he does not want kids

He thinks kids are annoying and gross and stinky

And there's also some insecurity of him not being able to be a good dad, considering his job, his upbringing, even his appearance

All around, kids are a firm no for him

So when you begin experiencing morning sickness he kind of just denies the very possibility that you could even get pregnant

But you, being at least a little more reasonable than him, decides its better safe than sorry and goes out to buy a test

When you get back, you inform him that you're gonna take the test just to be sure to which he straight up laughs

"You won't need it, because I can tell you right now you're not pregnant"

And so, after a few minutes of waiting anxiously after taking the test, you look at the results and see....a positive

A hand goes to your stomach, the tears already streaming down your face

Jeff, who decided he would wait with you snatches the test and does several takes

He's honestly just speechless, he didn't even really think he could get anyone pregnant, which may have just been wishful thinking on his part

He looks at you, and you look at him

Your face is one of pure joy, and his is a mix of confusion, fear and disgust

"We aren't keeping it, right?" He asks after looking at your face for a while

You frown and smack his arm "jeff! How could you even suggest that?!"

"We aren't prepared for a kid! We've never even talked about it! Not to mention, what kind of life would that kid have?? Growing up in a house full of murderers and monsters, the kid's guaranteed to be fucked in the head!"

"You aren't even going to give this a chance?" You ask frustratedly "you created this with me, you know! The least you could do is take responsibility!"

He groans and storms out of the room, leaving you to cry alone

When he gets back he is less angry, and clearly just got done "blowing off some steam" made clear by the fresh blood on his hoodie

You aren't crying anymore, he comes into the room and sighs before sitting with you on your bed

You are both very quiet for a while, just sitting together

He finally speaks, but he doesn't look at you. He couldn't bear to

"I love you, you know? I just get....i just feel really scared right now because I don't know what to do. I'm not in control and that scares me"

You look at him and place a hand on his cheek "if you wanna get rid of it, then we can discuss our options?" You offer

He shakes his head "i dont wanna get rid of it....i just...i don't want to mess this up, you know?"

You scoot closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder "you won't mess it up..." you look at your stomach and then grab his hand and place it on your lower belly "if you love this baby as much as you love me, theres no way you could" you say looking up at him with a smile

He looks at your stomach and then at you "im still so, so scared" he whispers to you "i dont know anything"

You kiss his nose and press your forehead to his "it's ok. We'll learn together"

He smiles "ok"

After that first whole fight, he actually gets pretty excited about the baby!

You manage to pay slender to get a room that you can make into a nursery, and announce the news to your close friends

Jeff is always buying things for the baby. Toys, clothes, blankets, etc

He also loves to talk to the baby, telling your little one all about the day that he had and how much he loves them

He's still hates kids, but his kid is amazing

(Also authors note i wanna write more general preganancy hcs for jeff bc hes so silly)

[thesparklingwriter]

a gift from a dragon

"Was I ever going to be told about this, or was I supposed to accidentally discover it myself?"

tags: pet names, fem!reader, established relationship, reader is preganant, dragon!zhongli doing dragon!zhongli things because im a simp, nesting, tooth rottingly fluffy

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hello everyone ^^ this segment of the zhongli flufftober that is now just 31 fluffshots is inspired by this ask! i recommend checking it out so you know what the original context was :) i had so much fun writing this, i was literally kicking my feet and giggling like an imbecile... anyway I've been told by a couple of betas on some other works that i may have a slight over reliance on dialogue so I've been working on setting the scene a bit more through description, please tell me if this slays or not.

i am down so astronomically bad for family man zhongli be still my beating heart and ovaries cause wtaf

Zhongli's favourite part of the day is easily six pm when he can hurry home from the funeral parlor to see you. But over the few weeks, he's been becoming more on edge as the clock tends to the end of his work day. He's never particularly enjoyed being away from you for long, granted, but he always wants to be at home now.

On his way home, he passes through the market stalls and finds himself drawn to a couple of stands, musing over how the wares would suit your home perfectly. Before he knows it, he's bought a ridiculous amount of goods and is staggering under the weight of it as he returns home to you. He'd only meant to buy the vase, but then he'd been drawn to some woolen blankets and pillowcases with golden threads, and how could he ignore his instincts when they were calling out to him so loudly?

"You're finally home," you smile when he comes through the front door. You dare not ask about the ridiculous amount of things he's been buying recently–when you do, he looks at you with confusion, as if you're supposed to know what he's doing. You don't. At all. When it comes to Zhongli and his instincts, you've learned to ride the wave and accept whatever you're told.

Zhongli lowers his head to kiss you, manoeuvering his pile of goodies out of your way. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm great. How are you?" You shoot back snarkily. You know that's not what he's asking—he's asking about whether the baby's been good today or whether you've done anything particularly exciting with the sudden excess of time you've been granted since taking maternity leave.

"I'm well, thanks," he replies, chuckling at your evasion of his question. You do this almost every day, withholding the details of your day from him until he sits down and gives you his full attention—something he can't do while carrying a whole mound of knitted goods.

"I'll tell you more after you put that away. Where are you stashing all that stuff anyway?" You ask, and Zhognli shrugs.

"Places." he smiles, heading upstairs. The aforementioned place is your room—not that you spend much time in it. In fact, Zhongli's been in your old room more often in the past three months than you have since you moved in. As your pregnancy progresses, you seek him out more than usual, desperate for his comfort. And so, his room has become a shared room. Not that he particularly minds.

When he returns downstairs, he lies down, resting his head in your lap, and you tell him everything you've done today, absent-mindedly braiding his hair as you talk. He likes being close to your stomach, even though you're barely showing, and listens attentively, asking questions about your adventures. Nine times out of ten, you both fall asleep like this, and you awake in the morning in your bed. But today, you wake up before Zhongli does, having napped earlier in the day, and carefully slip away from him, slipping a pillow under his head where you once had been.

The sheer amount of knitted things Zhongli brought today has made you want to revive your old hobby of crocheting in the hopes you might be able to make something for the baby. If you remember correctly, the last time you crocheted anything was when you still used your room for its intended purpose—and not as a walk-in wardrobe. And so, you march yourself to your room, ready to check under the bed for your trunk of supplies.

Or rather, you would be if Zhongli hadn't replaced your bed with what feels like thousands of pillows and blankets.

Oh, Li, you think, wrapping a blanket with golden threads around your shoulders.

Sometimes, it's easy to forget that the man wasn't always human—that even though his body is that of a man's, his mind and soul aren't, and that sometimes old instincts kick in. Was he embarrassed? Was he worried that you'd think he's weird?

You walk towards the large pile of comforters out of curiosity. If he put this much work into it, you might as well test if it's any good, right? You sink into the blankets, curling up with one of the pillows in your hands. It feels like every part of your body is being hugged by him and you can swear the blankets smell like him. Before you know it, you've fallen asleep, a golden pillow clutched close to your chest.

When Zhongli wakes up and finds you replaced by a pillow but the house silent, he's slightly concerned. Have you injured yourself while he's been sleeping? It can't be. He would have woken up. And so he decides to search for you. Just to make sure you're alright. He can't be too careful. But you're not in his bed, and you're not in the bathroom, the study, or the small makeshift library he'd put together for you.

The final place to look is your old room, but you'd had no reason to go in there before, so why would you go now all of a sudden? But of course, that's where he finds you, curled up in the middle of the sorry attempt of a nest he'd put together to try and curb his urges. He wishes he'd had enough time to finalise his preparations, but seeing you sleep so happily makes his heart swell. He sits on the floor beside the bed, carefully taking your hand in his as you stir, resting your hand on your stomach as you sit up.

"Good evening," he smiles, and you stare at him blankly as if you don't understand, a sign you've slept well. "Are you alright?"

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into bed with you. When you've finally woken up enough to talk, you look up at him and ask: "Was I ever going to be told about this, or was I supposed to accidentally discover it myself?"

"I had intended it to be a gift for you and the baby when you were further along, but I have no objections to you getting an early present." His smile is excited and bright as he pulls you closer to him, suddenly overcome with the feeling that you can never be close enough.

"This is not what I expected when I found out dragons nest." You smile against his chest.

"Well, I can't exactly bring you feathers, can I? You'd slaughter me the minute I step over the threshold, so this will have to do."

"I can think of worse places to sleep," you smile, kissing him lightly. "Thank you. I love it."

© 2023, thesparklingwriter. please do not copy, edit, repost, or translate.

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[gucciforasushirestaurant]

Fancy a Sneak Peek?... 👀📖

I'm working on a few fics right now, let me know which one you wanna see a quick peek of tonight!

(outcome doesn't necessarily dictate post order)

vampire!reader X phdstudent!harry: a enemies to lovers, uni au (original chaptered fic)

from the moment harry sees you on the first day of your PhD program, knew something was off with you. You kept your distance, and so did he. But when you show him up in every lecture, he comes to the conclusion that doesn't like you. Which is fine by you because you hate him too....until he decides he can't live without you, and you begin to think the same.

dom!harry x sub!reader: established relationship, kinky smut (requested one shot)

harry brings you deep into subspace and takes care of you.

famous!harry x reader (original one shot)

i saw this picture of rihanna and...well...i had thoughts. pretty much pwp :)

youthpastor!harry x preachersdaughter!reader: forbidden/established relationship, light kink, fluff and a dash of religious trauma (requested one shot, chance for a series)

harry gives you something to praise and worship every sunday.

dad/husband!harry x pregnant!reader: established relationship, sickenly sweet fluff (requested one shot, chance for a series)

you and harry finally become a family and meet your little angel.

[camillecrellin]

Kendall Roy's eldest daughter headcannons part 1

Warnings: death, sexual assult mentions, addiction, lesbian!reader in Part 2, preganancy complications, suicidal thoughts, afab!reader

Word Count: 470

A/N: Gonna do a part 2 if this doesn't flop.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

You were a product of Kendall’s first love.

Not knowing anything but business, Kendall was set on having a successor for when he “took” over Waystar.

That’s why you were born when Kendall was 20.

Your mother unfortunately died during childbirth after many pregnancy complications leaving Kendall as your only parental figure growing up.

Kendall tried his best to care for you, but you were a difficult child leaving him more stressed than ever before.

Kendall tried his hardest not to ask his dad for advice, but one day when he took you to a family gathering at 8 months old, he broke down.

The grief of your mother had been on the backburner of Kendall’s mind because of you. He hadn’t been able to grief because you relied on him. And that’s why he snapped.

Kendall remembers Logan’s disappointed scoff but he also remembers Shiv’s advice to “get a nanny”.

Shiv’s advice was also the reason why you resented your dad.

Despite how much he tried, he failed. Kendall was an absent father. Yet he still tried to be present.

Once a week he’d take you to his office at Waystar where everyone would fawn over you as a toddler.

Gerri became a mother-like figure at Waystar who guided you when it came to more of the periods and other puberty related things.

At home though, Kendall would try to tell you stories of your mother. What they went up to in college. He would describe her beauty, her smile. It made you adore the woman that you never knew.

When Kendall met Rava, you were 5 years old.

Rava tried to mother you as much as she could, but you were resentful.

You refused to call Rava “mom”, you would rebel when she asked you to do anything.

On the other hand, if your dad asked you to do the same thing minutes later you would comply willingly out of spite.

When Rava and Kendall adopted Sophie, you were starting middle school.

Sophie was years younger than you, but you loved her as much as you can acting as the annoying big sister.

The same went for Iverson.

You were the cool big sister who bought home donuts on the way back from school every week.

It wasn’t until Kendall started using again that this stopped.

Kendall had originally stopped using when he had you, you had heard stories about your mom and him being reckless, but you can clearly remember the first time you saw him use.

School had a half-day, and you went straight home to find Stewy and your dad snorting coke off the kitchen counter.

Stewy found it amusing, he laughed at Ken’s shocked reaction.

“You didn’t see anything. You get me, you don’t tell Rava, your uncles, aunts, and not your fucking grandad.”

[3raaaachachacha]

8:55 pm

Johnny Suh x female reader / 602 words / angst / fluff / smut

Warnings: pretend cheating, pretend strangers to lovers, cursing, degrading, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

Day nine of kinktober - johnny suh x role play

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Johnny chuckled at your whimpering state as you did you best to keep your lips sealed since you were in a public area, “You like that sweetheart?” He continued to rub his thumb in circles on your throbbing clit as you felt yourself soak through your new panties, “Can you boyfriend make you this wet by barely touching you, huh?” He taunted with a devilish smirk on his face.

The bathroom was empty, thankfully, but you knew it was only a matter of time till someone came in and hear your desperate pleas for release, “Fuck, no, never. Only you can make me feel this good Johnny,” You softly cried, tears almost falling down your cheeks.

“Gonna be a good girl and take everything I give you? I’ll send you back to your boyfriend with a stretched out pussy and a hand mark on your ass,” He chuckled, removing his hand from your soaked core to turn you around with your ass on display. He lifted up your short dress you purposely wore to get fucked tonight and moved your panties to the side, “You smell so good baby. Is this what a newly single women smells like?”

You weakly nodded, watching his large figure in the mirror as he pulled his pants down enough for his hard cock to spring out. Johnny ran the senstive tip against your folds, teasing you as you felt your legs begin to wobble from how amazing you felt regardless if he was inside you or not, “Please,” Was all you could muster out as he laughed in your face.

“Can’t even use your big girl voice. You can’t be fucked out already babe, I haven’t even started the main course,” He scoffed at your pathetic self before inserting himself into you tight core in one push. A choked moan escaped your red lips from biting them for the past hour.

“Good girl, take it,” He chuckled, thrusting into you from behind at an ungodly pace, loving your fucked out state in the mirror as it spurred him on to continue faster, “How are you going to explain this to your boyfriend, huh? How tight you were before to be loose after my big cock ruined you?”

Johnny and you loved role playing and would always do a night each month to pick a different scenario to spice up your sex life, and boy did it work. He contiued his assault on your throbbing core, feeling that you could cum any moment, but you knew better than to cum without permission.

“Already? We just started babe,” He scoffed at your weak state, “You hold it until I tell you. If you cum, you’ll fucking regret it. Hear that babe?” He scolded as you nodded in respond, not daring to try and speak full sentences.

A string of moans and high pitched whimpers left your mouth as he sped up his pace, ramming into you as if his life depended on it, “Gonna fill you with my cum. Let your boyfriend have a little treat when you arrive home. Maybe I’ll even get you preganant with my babies. Would you like that babe?”

You nodded your head fast as his dirty words, made you cry out with pleasure, “Fuck, cum babe,” He groaned out, stilling inside of you as he release his large load instead of your convulsing core.

He pulled out carefully to fix his pants before closing your core and putting your panties back on, “Don’t let a single drop out. Your boyfriend will love the surprise,” Johnny winked before heading out of the bathroom.

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- Admin 🦋

[megalony]

hello dear, I think tumblr might ate my ask from before. if you don't mind, could you maybe write a eddie x reader where they've endured a painful and hard preganancy journey and even more painful and traumatic labor that eddie decided he would not put his wife on that situation again? and someday reader asked eddie about the possibility of her pregnant again and he just straight up breaking down in front of her because he couldn't stand the idea of almost losing her the second time? thank you💓

Hi,

Thank you for sending this in I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get round to writing this for you. I hope you like it I had fun writing this and hope you like where it ended.

Bedroom Talk

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[factorydefaultlu]

okay but hear me out… this sort of situation with aegon, halaena, aemond and the reader. like maybe the reader is one of rhaenyra’s bastards and as a last ditch effort to prolong war, the reader was betrothed to aemond. months later, aegon and aemond can’t help but loop her into the siblings’ pre-existing arrangements, and it ends up getting the reader preganant. the first one is aegon’s and he just loves when a little girl comes out looking just like the reader, with dark hair and the only hint of her valyrian blood being the violet eyes with which she observes the world in wonder. he loves their daughter because he gets to dote on her the way he always wished their father would do for them. the next time around, it’s aemonds turn to impregnate you, he loves watching you swell with his child, he and halaena pleasuring you almost every other night while aegon watches with his cock in his hand. aemond loves it because when the child comes, he comes out with the violet eyes of house targaryen, and they grow up to have his silken platinum hair, his strong bone structure and the same sloping aquiline he has — an absolute spitting image of his father. eventually he gets to teach them all about the histories and sword fighting and being a good sovereign. and halaena just loves to dote on her sweet, good sister morning, noon and night. she won’t let anyone touch her and is always by her side to keep her company through the pregnancies, relieving her stresses by pulling away the reader’s skirts and giving her the best oral in all the seven kingdoms.

I love all of this

[disneyprincemuke]

Wait i don't understand why reader has to get pregnant

WAIT femdriver only gets preganant in in another life for the plot and because i like causing unnecessary drama if u get my drift

[ofmdbigbang]

Title: Stand to Face Me, Beloved Author: Dialects_and_Costumes on A03/unadulteratedkr on tumblr Artist: poorlyformed Beta reader: winterkill Characters: Stede Bonnet, Edward Teach, Anne Bonny, Mary Read, Jim Jimenez, Frenchie, Lucius Spriggs, Israel Hands, the crew from the Revenge, original characters, the two fishermen from the pilot Relationship(s): Stede Bonnet/Edward Teach, Mary Read/Anne Bonny, background Lucius Spriggs/Black Pete, background Jim Jimenez/Oluwande Boodhari, past Calico Jack/Anne Bonny, past Calico Jack/Anne Bonny/Mary Read, past Calico Jack/Edward Teach Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Reunion, Pining, Fake Deaths, Fake Preganancy, Genderfluid Mary/Mark Read, Rebuilding Trust, Eventual Smut, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fisting, simultaneous fucking with cock and fingers, Love Bites, Canon Typical Violence Warnings: sexual content includes anal fisting Summary:

Time has run out for Blackbeard and his crew when the Revenge is taken by the fearsome Captain Anne Bonny and Captain Mary Read. As Edward adjusts to life aboard Captain Read's ship, he learns Stede Bonnet has died. Ed navigates his grief as Anne and Mary continue to flee from the dogged pursuit of the English Navy, and right as the Navy swoops them up, Stede Bonnet sails back into Ed's life. Together, he and Stede build their way back to trusting one another as they plan a daring raid to rescue Mary and Anne.

Wordcount: 52,624

Stand to Face Me, Beloved by  Dialects_and_Costumes